“Dark Sentinels Book Four: Zack” Excerpt 1

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Nurses and doctors swarmed around, barking orders and calling for tests. Natalie’s co-worker Maggie, a fellow nurse, appeared at her side.

“I thought you were off this weekend?” Maggie asked, a surprised expression on her face.

“I was. But I found this man passed out and lying against the outside of the convenience store down the road. You know I had to make sure he got help,” Natalie explained. She hesitated. “I’m going to stay with him.”

Maggie looked at her a few minutes longer, then nodded. “I’ll let the doctor know, although I can’t imagine why you’d want to stay in this place during your time off. What good is it to be a nurse practitioner when you still don’t take any time for yourself?”

“Ha. Believe me, getting my CNP had nothing to do with taking more time for myself. If anything, it was the opposite,” Natalie said. Nurse practitioners in the state of Georgia were required to worked under a physician’s supervision. Thankfully, Dr. Kapoor, Natalie’s supervising physician, respected and appreciated nurse practitioners, not that the same could be said for every physician she’d worked with.

Maggie pulled her back to the present when she finally responded. “I guess you’re right. Have it your way. They’ll get your patient stabilized first, get his I.V. in and all. You know the process better than I do.”

Natalie watched as the stranger was whisked into an exam room, wishing she could make his pain disappear. Yes, she did indeed know the process. There was something about him that called to her, even if she didn’t understand it yet. She just knew she had to stay close to him.

Natalie paced the hallway outside the exam room, straining to hear any updates on the stranger’s condition. As a nurse, she knew the controlled chaos happening behind the closed door as the medical team worked to assess and stabilize him.

Finally, the door opened and Dr. Kapoor stepped out looking weary. They were close in age and she often assisted him. “He’s stable for now, but we’re going to admit him for observation,” he told Natalie.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Good. What happened to him? Can you tell if he’s been injured or anything?”

“We’re still trying to determine that. We’ve got him on fluids, waiting for his test results to come back, so it’s a mystery right now.” He regarded Natalie curiously. “I understand you want to stay with him? Any particular reason why?”

Natalie clasped her hands together, gathering her thoughts. “I just have this strong  feeling I need to be here for him when he wakes up. I can’t really explain it, but I found him, so I feel responsible for him. You know I believe in following my instincts.”

Dr. Kapoor nodded. “Very well. We’ll get him settled into a room shortly. Do you want to sit with him? If he doesn’t regain consciousness by tomorrow I’ll order more tests or leave the orders for you if you’d like to follow up on him.”

“Of course. I would appreciate that.”

As he walked away, Natalie’s mind raced. She wanted to see the stranger’s blood work herself before handing it off. She had to know more.

Casually, she strolled down the hallway to the lab, finding her friend Lily hard at work. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” Natalie asked. “Run some additional tests on the blood work for the John Doe brought in an hour ago?”

Lily raised an eyebrow but nodded. “I’ll add them on discreetly. Anything specific you’re looking for?”

Natalie pulled a prescription pad from the pocket of her scrubbs, scribbled orders for several more blood tests on the pad, then handed it to Lily. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Just run these for now and text me if you notice anything out of the ordinary. And Lily, keep it between us for now, okay?”

“Do you know this guy?”

“No.” Natalie hesitated. “There’s just…something about him.”

“Um, okay. You got it,” Lily promised.

Natalie just hoped the tests would reveal the answers her heart sought about the stranger’s true nature. She was determined to guard his secrets, whatever they might be. She had no idea how she knew he had secrets, but something about him didn’t add up. Her instincts had never failed in her 28 years. She had no reason to doubt them now.

Natalie returned to Zack’s room, her mind spinning with unanswered questions. Who was this mysterious stranger she felt so drawn to? Why did she have the nagging sense he was important to her?

She studied his handsome features as he lay unconscious, taking in every detail. His size alone was beyond any ordinary man. And there was something wild, untamed about him that called to the deepest parts of her soul.

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Dark Sentinels Book Three: Parrish

The brush of her fingers, one accidental touch, and he’s caught up in an elegy with which she is all too familiar.

Dana Rainwater is dying. Taking leave from the pop-gospel stage to live out her final months in peace, she visits a remote area to commission the designs of a famous, yet reclusive architect few have ever seen.

Wolf sentinel shifter Vadrian Parrish is a renowned architect whose nature-inclusive designs have earned the title of “Healing Plans.” Born to a high calling, his disturbing visions render him nearly inaccessible to others, but one accidental touch draws him into another nightmare, one he’s not sure he wants to escape.

 

Chapter One

 Dark Sentinels Book Three: Parrish

Dana tore out of the parking lot, her tires screeching in protest. He saw me! A mental battle ensued as she steered the white Mercedes Benz AMG along the deserted highway at breakneck speed. She hit speed-dial. Of all nights to insist on going to the studio alone. Her bodyguard, Adabi, would have known exactly what to do. Unlike her, he was spontaneous, accustomed to handling life and death situations as if they were second nature.

“9-1-1. What’s your emergency?”

“Th-there’s been a-a murder. I- 7014…” Overwhelmed by shock and disbelief, she barely managed to give the operator the address to her studio. She couldn’t begin to process the fact that her manager was dead. The murderer moved like a man, but she hadn’t seen his face or even his hair color. Perhaps she could describe his build, but there was nothing particularly unique about it. He wore a green, hooded raincoat, but all things considered, Dana knew she would make a piss poor witness.

After giving the operator the studio’s address, she abruptly hung up in the middle of the woman’s next question – “What’s your na—?”

Despite the brain-freezing effects of shock, Dana couldn’t risk being identified. Getting caught in the middle of a crime investigation would mean the end of her plans. If she failed to escape what was sure to be a scandal, she could kiss her dreams of spending her last few months in peace goodbye. She knew things about Stephen—secrets, and as far as she was concerned, his many indiscretions were a perfect motive for murder.

He saw me. I know it. He looked right at me. God, I hope he didn’t recognize me. Unlike the man who had just murdered her manager before her eyes, Dana had been in plain sight, clearly visible. She shoved away the debilitating fog of fear. The instinctual fight or flight reaction completed its forced entry into her mind, disabling her usual calm. Reaching Adabi was the only clarity she could find, a response as innate as basic self-preservation.

Despite cheating on all of his girlfriends and eventually, his wife, Stephen was a kindhearted man. In fact, he had been the one to convince her to purchase the studio incognito—a place she could sneak off to, he’d said. She hadn’t considered all of his reasons at the time, but right now, she was grateful. Dana did have to wonder, though, who would have known exactly where to find Stephen.

A few minutes later, she arrived at Adabi’s apartment complex. Dana employed an entire security team, but she had never been the trusting sort, and Adabi was the only one she trusted with her life. He led the rest of her bodyguards, constantly reinforcing his expectations – “Your life for hers.”

“Come inside, little one. I’ll get the rest of your things,” Adabi ordered, stepping out to greet her before she reached his door. Even though she hadn’t called him, it was as if he knew she was coming.

She’d always wondered about his uncanny knack for knowing when she needed him, even when she was a child in his care, but she had never been more grateful for it. Sometimes she forgot he worked for her. He’d been a father to her in every way except biology, despite the fact that she had no idea how old he was. He really didn’t look much older than she was—as if suspended in time.

Adabi was the only father figure she had ever known, and the musical rhythm of his African accent provided the oxygen she needed. Finally, she exhaled, wondering how long she had been holding her breath. This time, though, there was little he could do to help her. She made a quick decision to keep her mouth closed, knowing Adabi would try to talk her out of leaving town if she told him she had just witnessed Stephen’s murder.

 

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Parrish raced for the construction zone, hoping he could save some of them. One life. Saving just one life would change everything.

A soft rustling sound assaulted his ears, accompanied by a jolting snick! Thousands lay broken below him, unable to move due to their injuries, most likely dead. Their bodies had been tossed into the quarry like trash, their heads severed as if they were the threat.  Engines roared to life, closing in from every direction, preparing to crush them as if they had never existed.

The rustling sound increased, growing closer, closer, closer still, until the noise seemed to rumble inside his head.

Parrish felt his limbs lengthening.

Shifting uncontrollably against his will.

Compelled by someone or something else.

His lupine sprint slowed to a hopeless crawl as four legs became two, his thick, wiry white fur receded, and icy wind whipped across his naked body, slicing deep gashes into his vulnerable human flesh.

The impact jolted him back to the present.

“Looks like I got here just in time again, bro. Same lovely scene?” Vadrian’s assigned, part-time roommate peered down at him, his waist-length hair swinging back and forth. The dripping bucket in his hand explained the icy jolt that had just snapped Parrish out of his nightmarish vision.

“What the hell are you doing here, Harry?” Parrish snarled, waving him away with one arm as he reached up from the floor and snatched the bucket from Harry’s hand with the other. Parrish plopped the bucket down on the floor next to him. Icy water dripped from his body as he rose up and leaned forward, rubbing his burning eyes.

Harry stepped back, then leaned toward Parrish, taunting him with a wide grin. “Don’t take your bad night out on me. The real question is, what are you doing down there…again? Maybe if you’d find a female like I’ve been telling you, you could get some real sleep instead of going through this bullshit. These visions of yours are landing you on the floor more often. What was this one about?”

Parrish stood, lifting a towel from the chair beside his bed in one fluid motion. “Dead wolves again, thrown into a deep quarry.” Lifting his T-shirt, he swiped at the water on his torso as he shot an accusing glare at Harry. Parrish sat on the side of his bed, exhausted after three-hours of sleep—a full cycle for him—but he had no idea how much of that time had been hijacked by nightmares. “What are you doing here?”

Sighing, Harry crossed his arms. “Stop asking dumb questions. You already know the answer. Whenever you’re in over your head, she sends me,” he said, pointing toward the ceiling. “She assigned me to you, remember? Where she sends me, I go. I have nothing to do with it. I’m tired of dealing with your sad ass, too.” He turned his head as if he heard something outside, then offered Parrish a side-glance before turning to leave. “Keep that dazzling smile, my friend,” Harry said with sarcasm. Parrish seldom smiled. “And finish cleaning yourself up. I hear there’s a honey involved this time. You won’t go find her, so she’s coming for you. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

“Right,” Parrish sneered. “As if I’d ever bring an innocent woman into my fucked-up life.”

“Yeah, well I’m afraid you’ve got no say about that, either.” Harry shifted, his black cotton “T” morphing into gold and brown feathers, then flew out of the same window he’d used to enter Parrish’s apartment.

Parrish heard Harry’s laughter as the obnoxious bird-shifter flew away.

Leaning back, Parrish clasped his hands behind his neck and just lay still, doing his best to quiet his hyperactive mind. Despite Harry’s perfect record, Parrish hoped his guide was wrong this time. The last thing he needed now was a woman and the complications she would inevitably bring into his life, let alone the danger he would add to hers.

 

“Dangerous Beauty, Sexy Beast”

After sipping her last drop of liquid energy, she slipped the coffee mug and prized coffeemaker back into her shoulder bag. In addition to the coffee cup, the pink leather bag held one microwave-safe covered plate, one multi-purpose terra ceramic pan, and a set of stainless steel utensils. The small bag fit neatly into a rollaway with compartments for each category of her necessities, including her 11” laptop with a hidden IP address provided by her benefactor. Since she was always packed for a fast getaway, there was no room in her life for extra baggage of any kind.

The refrigerator that had come with the furnished apartment remained empty, and with the exception of coffee, a giant Hershey’s chocolate bar, and peanut butter crackers, her white kitchen cabinets simply served as decorative woodwork. She bought fresh produce, prepared her meals each day, and gave whatever leftovers she had to the stray cats and dogs that always seemed to find her no matter where she lived.

Continuing her daily ritual, she pulled the laminated, aged magazine article from a hidden compartment in her bag, sliding her fingers over it reverently. The encapsulated picture of her mother, father, and three brothers always pulled her right back into that moment, a whirlwind of loss, pain, and upheaval, yet she returned to it regularly, as if she needed the reminder:

Renowned archaeologist, Daniel Evers, his wife, Kiswanna, and their three sons, Daniel III, Knight, and Kamau, were found dead in their Pensacola, FL home yesterday at 4:30 p.m. Daniel was known for his contributions to the British Museum, the Smithsonian, and a number of others. Dr. Kiswanna Ungoji Evers gave up a high-level position as a physicist and geologist to start a family. She worked as a librarian. The case is under investigation…

Her favorite ocean sounds CD, also on automatic timer, blared to life, drawing her attention back to the present, and she assumed a scissor-like supine position on the hardwood floor to begin her 60-minute evening drill. She had developed the drill over time to strengthen every muscle and joint in her body. From this position, even her pinky was forced to gain strength and hold its own. She had always been small in stature, and she’d trained long and hard so every pound would exert more force than its actual weight.

She remembered sparring with her older brothers. Treva smiled as she thought about them teasing her. Daniel, the eldest, lovingly called Trey, along with Knight and Kamau, would take turns lifting her upside down with one arm, then force her to free herself from their grips. Later in life, their embarrassing pranks had paid off time and time again, as she had yet to find a situation she couldn’t get out of.

Ignoring stiff muscles, sustained injuries, and groaning sore spots, she allowed the sounds from the CD to take her mind elsewhere. Ever since the day she had returned to find the remains of her family, ripped apart and strewn from one end of their home to the other, the course and purpose of her life had been determined.

Long before the consideration of dreams, desires, or interests, this reality had become hers, and the thought of her quest being over, having choices and possibly finding some semblance of normalcy, left her confused and lost—a lion with no pride, a shell of whomever she was to become.

Without the mission to avenge the massacre of her family, Treva had no purpose.

 

 

 

Outreach: An Orlosian Warriors Novella

He slid his tongue across his pointed incisors…

While the world changed outside, he had undergone a secret metamorphosis inside these walls, and searching for answers about who and what he was had turned up absolutely nothing.

Whatever the explanation, the sense of something lying in wait was always with him, ever present, and it had been a part of him as far back as he could remember. Everyone around him felt it, their fear of him instinctual. The reaction he received from most people reminded him of deer sensing the presence of a lion, but Helen, his adoptive mother, had been different. She had accepted him, even when she saw his skin instantly knit together seconds after being wounded.

Andreus closed the door on his memory of her again, putting it away safely until later when he needed her image to help him get some much needed sleep. Playbacks from his nightmares haunted his days as well, hounding him with swords clashing, molten rocks exploding, deep chasms filled with fire splitting the Earth, multi-timbre voices of war, and huge wings rushing toward him, claiming him. Even now, Helen’s image held the power to offer him a measure of peace. She was the only one who had ever cared for him.

He walked over to one of the exercise bars in the prison yard, set his playlist to a classical mix of Chopin, Rachmaninoff, and Debussy, and inserted his earbuds. When he looked up, the group of inmates who’d been hanging around the bars just seconds ago had sauntered off, giving him a wide berth. He had no interest in getting to know them or sharing their company for that matter, but being left alone within these four walls with nothing but his own disturbing thoughts made the maintenance of sanity a challenge.

Like most of his possessions, he had purchased the electronic device with ‘gift’ money he’d earned for keeping another inmate safe. Easy money. All Andreus had done was to allow the bullied prisoner to sit with him in the mess hall and hang with him in the yard for a few days. He maintained a calm demeanor, never advertising his services, but business always came his way, particularly since the casinos had opened.

Andreus heard footsteps approaching from behind as he contracted his muscles and continued his daily exercise routine. He already knew exactly who approached before turning around, so he didn’t bother to stop what he was doing.

“Shannon, you too. The warden and the social worker want to see you.”

As if he hadn’t heard the guard, Andreus took his time finishing his last set of pull-ups, then leapt down from the bar. He snatched his t-shirt from the concrete bench and pulled it over his head. The moment he turned to face the guard and four other inmates, he saw and smelled their fear…

 

 

Calm Assurance (Orlosian Warriors Bk. 1)

He mouthed her name again – Malina. The simple act recharged something inside him like a new battery to a stalled engine. A life-long veil lifted as he took a deep, satisfying breath for the first time in his long life, his ever-present restlessness subsiding. His entire essence focused on her,  receptive to the way she moved, the sway of her hips, the slight spring in her step, and the soft curve of her back as she tilted to slide into her car, all causes of many a warrior’s fall. What the hell? I have to complete this mission, and fast, before I…

She looked up, and Asriel held his breath, quieting his thoughts and remaining as still as possible when her amber eyes seemed to lock on him. The moment grew into seconds, surreal, as if nothing else existed.

Asriel finally allowed himself to breathe again when Malina shook her head, then started her vehicle and sped out of the parking lot, ending his self-admonishment and drawing his attention to more urgent matters.

According to what he’d read, Malina would lead him to his wayward charge, Joseph Ward, a man who had not been seen nor heard from in over twenty years. He cloaked himself to avoid being seen, and followed her, lifting his wings again to fly high above her so as not to cast a shadow when she drove away. He frowned, something instinctual rising to protect her when the man she had been speaking to outside the office building followed.

The encroacher’s disregard for Malina’s obvious distaste for him put Asriel’s senses on alert. He squinted, puzzled by his sense of connection to her, and his instinctive reaction to the man’s unwanted attention, his teeth grinding again, urgency and fury warring inside him for first place. Catching her would not present a challenge, but he had no idea what to say to earn her trust once they stood face-to-face?

 

 

Dai’s Dark Valentine

Daitre stepped into the bedroom bath and dashed cold water on her face to keep from crying, Auriel’s words running through her mind. The fear of being captured, poked and prodded by her father’s enemies haunted her.

She hit the light switch, stepping out of the bathroom with every intention of going straight to her bed for a much needed nap, but as she passed his make-shift bed, she couldn’t help stopping. Daitre sat, tentative at first, but the deafening silence in the room urged her on.

She lifted his pillow to her face and rested her cheek against it, his cinnamon and woods scent prompting her to inhale deeply, eyes closed. The mere scent of him triggered a reaction in her body, causing her to stretch, savoring the pleasant tingle zinging straight to her clit and flashing outward again, a delicious warmth infusing her body – arousal.

She dropped the pillow and jumped up, eyes wide. Joban stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable until his mouth covered hers.  She knew he’d used his time-bending ability because she hadn’t seen him move. One moment he watched her embarrassing display from the doorway, the next he was on her, his huge arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers.

Her mind raced but her body responded on instinct, clinging to him, writhing to be free of every and anything separating her from him. As if he heard her plea, Joban released her long enough to respond in his usual dictatorial manner.

“Take these off.” He used his eyes to stress his meaning, stoking her fire with a head to toe gaze, stormy gray depths offering a glimpse of yet another side of him she longed to explore further.

 

Dark Sentinels Book One: Sable

Sable heard his wolf growling to be released. This woman enthralled him with her dancing brown eyes as she spoke, prattling on non-stop as if she knew he and his wolf were the same, and when she smiled, his heart answered. She had no idea of his internal battle, how every part of him wanted to possess her.

The dress she wore accentuated every voluptuous curve as she swiveled her full hips, enticing him to forget pretense. He’d nearly whipped her around to face him, and tasted her lips as they entered the restaurant, but he knew if they tasted anything like she smelled, he wouldn’t stop there. She seemed so comfortable with him, and her desire for him was even more obvious now that she was away from her office. The combination of her scent, her beauty, her…sweetness enveloped him, curling around him, claiming his appetite.

“…so odd. I always keep it in the same place. I always…”

Her phone. She was talking about her phone. He’d returned it when he picked her up, dropping it behind her foyer table. Borrowing it had been necessary in case he couldn’t make it back to his hotel room – at least that’s what he told himself, but his reason didn’t make him feel any better about it. This enthralling woman had already reached him on an instinctual level, driving him to keep something that carried her scent.

 

 

 

Dark Sentinels Prequel 

For a split second she heard the voices of critics, but reminded herself that it wasn’t as if she would have ever met an eligible sentinel shifter without going to extreme measures. She shook her head. Syreena Adler had no intentions of dying a spinster, and due to her high standards, she’d never met another male before Cord who stood a chance.

She watched the street signs as the taxi driver took her into what appeared to be the heart of the city’s downtown business district. She raised a trembling hand and ran it lightly over her ebony hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs to keep from bouncing in her seat.

He wouldn’t be expecting her, but she simply couldn’t wait any longer. Every part of her recognized him on a level beyond time or distance. He belonged to her, and she had to see him, touch him. They’d never shared pictures–her idea, but her instincts had never led her wrong so far.

Gray walls closed in on her as soon as she stepped through the heavy glass doors and entered the office building, and she wondered how Cord managed to spend so much time here, even if it was a temporary contract. Just a few more feet to the elevator and she could be face to face with him in moments – her reason for trekking all the way from Washington state to Georgia.

She hit the up arrow and consciously stopped her right leg from trembling. There wasn’t much she could do about her shaky hands. They’d gone from a nearly imperceptible tremble to shaking like a loose motor. Damned nerves. Syreena’s wolf scented him too – sexy sentinel, all alpha male, and she didn’t care who she had to go through to get to him.

As soon as she stepped off the elevator, she recognized his deep, sexy drawl. His raspy baritone seeped under her skin like warm molasses and forced her to stand still, seismic waves challenging every ounce of her control. She took a deep breath and glided toward the sound prompting her to move hell and high water, her feet moving of their own volition, stilettos clicking lightly on the linoleum.

 

 

Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin

She was too tired to argue with the dictator, his unfriendly sister, and their silent, dangerous-looking friends, so she quietly slid into his SUV as soon as he opened the door for her and relaxed against the leather seat. Uneasy about the break-in and the whole situation, she jumped as Torin whipped the seatbelt across her waist and clicked it in place before walking around to the driver seat.

“Um, thank you.” She smiled, unable to remember a time when anyone had ever fastened her seatbelt for her before Torin. Even that strange action was oddly comforting. She found herself wondering if he did that for anyone else.

She turned toward him, struck by the hard lines of his profile and his broad shoulders. His clothes were worn, a black T-shirt washed nearly dark gray to match his eyes, revealing a sculpted six-pack and fitted blue jeans that hugged a perfect, muscular ass and an impressive front bulge. Steph looked away, embarrassed by the direction her mind kept taking with a man who had shown no interest in her other than responsible concern.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “So…did you get things taken care of?”

Torin shook his head once, watching the road. “No.”

When he didn’t elaborate, she tried again. “Sounded like it was pretty important. I’m—”

“Don’t want to talk about that. You have any neighbors around during the day?”

Now it was Steph’s turn to shake her head. “No, not really. I’m pretty sure most of them work.”

Torin glanced at her with emotion in his eyes just a moment before he turned back to the road. Was that warmth or pity?

It occurred to her that she would have been more than annoyed with anyone else who abruptly changed the subject on her like he’d just done, but somehow she was learning to accept his differences. She realized in the moment that Dr. Torin DuMont could very likely get away with things she wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else.

Steph caught herself staring at his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. She couldn’t help imagining them on her body, replaying steamy scenes from her dreams. She took a deep breath and turned to look out of the window, seeking the same mental escape she’d sought the first time she’d been in his SUV.

Torin glanced at Steph when they arrived at her apartment, silently commanding her to wait until he opened her door.

She took his hand, allowing him to help her out of the SUV. Heat suffused her entire body, an electrical current sizzling along the path from her breasts to her core as soon as she touched him. The intensity of his touch, his very presence, elicited flashes of something wild, uncontrollable.

He froze, a nearly inhuman stillness, a slight frown marring his handsome features. He felt something, too, and he didn’t appear to be happy about it.

 

 

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I prayed he’d stay the night.

Warm brown eyes gazed, sincere. “How can you ask, Helena? How many times must I risk everything for you?”

In sleep I felt hands caressing me – my neck, spine, the sensitive globes of my behind, between my legs, only to vanish when the sun pierced the moon.

“Close the curtains.”

His deep voice resonated from my core, and I turned to see Edgar’s shadow.

Shielded from daylight, his bare chest pressed against my back.

“Only three p.m.? No longer clandestine?”

Shh. You called, I came. Time matters not.”

He punctured my carotid. I’ll never wait again.