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Counting Titles

So, I was trying to figure out how many books I’ve written (published). I got confused after a bit and decided to make a quick list here of the titles-including the unpublished work. ;)

Unpublished (and no, they will never be published, they simply weren't good enough. I've plundered them for ideas/characters over the years):

UN-1: Tales of the Fae Queen (fantasy)

UN-2: Tales of Ouaga (fantasy/sword-sorcery)
UN-3: The Legacy of Katherine Harriage (gothic romance)
UN-4: Breakaway Farm (paranormal suspense/magic realism)
UN-5: Winterborne (fantasy)
UN-6: Dark Huntress (fantasy)
UN-7: The Unwinding Woman (magic realism/women’s lit)

Published: (Not necessarily in order of appearance on shelves)

Nonfiction:

1: Trancing the Witch’s Wheel (nonfiction metaphysical)

2. Embracing the Moon (nonfiction metaphysical)
3. Dancing With the Sun (nonfiction metaphysical)
4. Tarot Journeys (nonfiction metaphysical)
5. Crafting the Body Divine (nonfiction metaphysical)
6. Sexual Ecstasy & the Divine (nonfiction metaphysical)
7. Magical Meditations (nonfiction metaphysical)
8. Totem Magic (nonfiction metaphysical)

Mysteries:

9. Ghost of a Chance (paranormal mystery—Chintz ‘n China Series)

10. Legend of the Jade Dragon (paranormal mystery—Chintz ‘n China Series)
11. Murder Under a Mystic Moon (paranormal mystery—Chintz ‘n China Series)
12. A Harvest of Bones (paranormal mystery—Chintz ‘n China Series)
13. One Hex of a Wedding (paranormal mystery—Chintz ‘n China Series)
14. Scent to Her Grave (mystery—Bath & Body Series)
15. A Blush With Death (mystery—Bath & Body Series)
16. Glossed and Found (mystery—Bath & Body Series)

Urban Fantasy:

17. Witchling (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
18. Changeling  (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
19. Darkling (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
20. Dragon Wytch (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
21. Night Huntress (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
22. Demon Mistress (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
23. Bone Magic (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
24. Harvest Hunting (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
25. Blood Wyne (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
26. Courting Darkness (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
27. Shaded Vision (urban fantasy—Otherworld Series)
28. Night Myst (urban fantasy—Indigo Court Series)
29. Night Veil (urban fantasy—Indigo Court Series)

Urban Fantasy—Anthologies:

30. Never After (anthology/novella—The Shadow of Mist—Otherworld Series)

31. Inked (anthology/novella—Etched in Silver—Otherworld Series)
32. Hexed (anthology/novella—Ice Shards—Otherworld Series)

So, not counting the three anthologies (which are novellas, not ‘full’ books), it looks like NIGHT SEEKER, in July, will be my 30^th book on the shelves.

When I look at my body of work this way, it kind of blows my mind, but then I think about all the ideas I have, and how many books I want to write still, and then I look at friends who have written 80-90 books or more, and I realize I’m not at my peak yet. But I’m sure working to get there. J

Yasmine

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Low Carb Success!

OK, the results are in!

In eleven months, I’ve pulled myself from having mild Type 2 diabetes down to a below a pre-diabetic level through low carb and exercise. I’m still on the high end of normal, but I am now out of pre-diabetes. In fact, she said she was amazed by how much I was able to lower it in the amount of time I’ve been on this plan. My doctor is thrilled with me, and said that my thyroid has also fallen into line (I still need the medication, but my levels are now within normal levels for the first time in years), and several other problematic categories are now MUCH better.

My blood work is looking good. And I’m now walking proof that a low carb diet can not only be a way of life, but that it’s healthy—at least for me. And yes, I have to stay on it, but now it’s become my everyday life. Sometimes it sucks, but so does everything at times.

I’m very pleased that all my hard work has paid off, and I’m so relieved to see that my blood sugar is falling within normal range. And by next year at this time, I can hardly wait to see where I’m at, weight-wise and health-wise. So far, I've lost about 60 pounds and 3 sizes.

And, btw, this is NOT to be construed as medical advice. J

To answer some common questions I’ve been getting:

Q: So, what can you eat?

A: See this post.

Q: What about quinoa noodles? They’re low carb.

A: No, they really aren’t—at 33 net grams of carb per 2 oz dry serving, that’s a good share of my carb allowance for the day. So no.

Q: How many carbs do you eat?

A: Between 30-50 a day. Not a lot, but enough to keep my serotonin levels going.

Q: Isn’t it hard?

A: Sometimes, but not always. It was very hard coming off the sugar and starch, but now, it’s not always that hard. And I’ve developed recipes to help with the cravings that are safe for me to eat.

Q: When can you go off of it?

A: Um…never? I will be able to add in more carbs over the next couple years but I’ll never be able to go back to the high-carb, sugary, starchy diet that piled on the weight and threw me into diabetes in the first place. I make great food, so this isn’t a great loss considering what I’m gaining in health and mobility.

Q: Why don’t know you know exactly how much you’ve lost in terms of pounds?

A: Because I had an eating disorder in the past and scales, at this point, still throw me into that mentality. But clothing’s just fine as an indicator.

Q: Why don’t you eat (fill in the blank)? It’s GOOD for you!

A: Um…I’m allergic to a number of things, I am also following what we’ve determined is best for my body. Thanks but no thanks. My body is not your body and what works for you won’t necessarily be good for me and vice versa.

Q: Do you do Atkins?

A: No, I don’t. I eat more carbs than allowed on Atkins but a lot less than allowed on a number of low-carb diets. I’m not on a ‘named’ diet plan. I’m eating according to what my doctor and I’ve worked out for me.

Q: I wish I had your motivation/determination.

A: I guess you have to be ready to make the change. Nobody can do it for you, nobody can make the changes for you—it takes reaching that point where you just have had enough and are out of your comfort level. For me it was that, and the type 2 diabetes—I was not willing to let that disease hurt me.

Q: Do you take diabetes medication?

A: No, and I have never taken it. And I’m making sure that I never have to.

Bright Blessings,

Yasmine

Stacia Kane: Sneek Peek from 'Sacrificial Magic'

I first met Stacia on Twitter a couple years ago. And I remember when I followed her, she seemed VERY happy. Over the past couple of years, we've found a lot to talk about, both fun, goofy things, and serious writerly/life topics. So I'm happy to help her preview her new release with a sneak peek, here on my blog. Here is a sneek peek from Stacia Kane's new book Sacrificial Magic in stores March 27th! --Yasmine

This was the Slobag she’d always imagined. Not the one dressed in bells and velvet when he met with Bump, but one in soft gray trousers and a tidy button-down shirt. The only indicators of who he actually was were his hands heavy with gold and his broad-brimmed red fur hat, like a wealthy Siberian cowboy.

Did he recognize the ritual, the symbol? Had he ordered this?

But if he had, why there? Why Jia, why outside the school?

“So what’s the tale, tulip?” Lex slid his arm around her, kissed the side of her head. Great. “What we got on here?”

Okay, there was one good thing about that awful dead body. It gave her an excuse to slide away. “It’s a ritual murder, it—”

“Oh, aye? You for certain on that one?”

“Ha ha.” She gave him a dirty look, even though it wouldn’t be effective in the dark. And if she held her flashlight up to her face she’d just look like a creepy idiot. And she didn’t want to alienate him or anyone else there; they’d brought two other men along with them, tall stocky men who looked quite serious about the job they were obviously hired to do.

Terrible could kick their asses, she thought, examining both with a critical eye and more than a little pride. He definitely could. Easily.

Too bad he wasn’t there, which meant she’d need to be careful, didn’t it? Bad idea to accuse the drug lord of murder while his men watched. Sure, Lex was her—her friend. But she somehow didn’t think he’d take her side if that subject came up.

“Anyway. It’s a ritual murder, a sacrifice. The symbol on the ground is called a hafuran. It’s designed to build power, it’s sort of generic in that, if you know what I mean.”

Lex looked at it, looked at her. “A couple of them in that ink you got, aye? There, and there.” He pointed at her right shoulder and her left upper arm.

If she hadn’t been blushing enough before, she definitely was now. And if the two men Slobag brought with him hadn’t already thought or known she’d slept with Lex, they definitely did now.

And Lex…he remembered her ink that well—remembered her naked body that well? She’d never thought he paid that much attention to those particular parts of her. They were usually busy with far more fun ones.

But then, she supposed if she thought about his she could remember it in vivid detail, too. Just like she could remember Terrible’s. That thin line of hair down his stomach—she’d never thought she’d like that, but she did, a lot—the scars and ink on his arms and side and back; she could draw those from memory, couldn’t she?

Just like she could remember the way he’d looked at her the first time he saw her naked—the way he looked at her every time—the way his hands slid over her stomach, her ribcage, and further up— “Huh? What?”

“What kinda power they tryna raise by killing people?”

Oh. Right. Dead body. What the fuck was wrong with her? “The hafuran is a power builder, like I said. So whatever they’re doing it’s to try to make someone or something stronger.”

“Ain’t got any else?”

“No. Only that whatever they’re trying to build their power for isn’t good. Positive spells don’t usually require ritual slayings.”

Lex’s eyebrows rose. “Aye? Wouldna guessed that one, me.”

The impulse to stick out her tongue was childish, she knew, but she did it anyway, fast so the others wouldn’t notice. Lex did; his grin widened.

She was grinning too, at least until she glanced down and saw the dead body again, wondered why the hell she was there again. Unfortunately, there was something else she could do. Something she should do. She inched closer to the circle, concentrating on holding on to that good feeling, and held out her hand.

Power flew up her arm, raced through her body fast as a speed-loaded spike and almost as strong. Not just death power, death energy, either. She hardly felt that at all. Instead it felt like earth energy, earth power. What the—why? Why would a death spell feel like something else?

The thought flashed through her mind so fast she could hardly grab it, because the air left her chest in a hoarse gasp; she felt her feet move, felt her legs shake and struggle to keep her standing. Felt it like it was happening to someone else, because the only thing her conscious mind could feel was that power flooding her body, filling her, seeking…something. Looking for something inside her, some energy to latch on and strengthen. Oh shit. The only real energy inside her at that moment was—

Sex. The realization hit her mind at the same time as the swirling, charging power found what it was looking for.

This time it was an entirely different sort of gasp. The kind that spoke of warm hands in the dark, a warm body close to hers, on hers, inside hers. Sweat broke out on her skin, her blood pounding through her veins and stopping, eager and tingling, below her waist. It was so hot all of the sudden, so hard to breathe, this was torture. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that the energy was male but she couldn’t think of it, couldn’t focus on it, not when her mind raced and spun and she was afraid she was going to drown in the thick warm desire swirling through her.

Why was she doing this to herself? Slobag supposedly had a witch, who gave a fuck if it was a good one? Why did she stick around because she didn’t trust that it would be? She didn’t need to be there, not when she was so jacked up she thought she was going to explode if anyone so much as touched her arm.

Her arm which she could yank back, duh. That she did, snatching it away as if from a blazing fire. Which it had been.

The energy inside her lessened. Didn’t disappear, but lessened, at least enough for her to be able to breathe again.

A shame it wasn’t enough to stop her from feeling totally embarrassed. Sure, it might have looked like she was just focusing or even being hurt or whatever else. Probably did, to Beulah and the men.

Probably didn’t, to Lex.

She couldn’t look him in the eye as she wiped her damp palms on her thighs—a residual tingle ran up them just at that—and dug in her bag for a smoke. Focus. That was what she needed, was focus, clear concise thinking. What had she felt, what did it mean?

Nothing good. That was for damn sure.

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Writer Wednesday: The Road to Publication: Rejection

I think it’s time for another post on writing. I’m often asked about how you get published. So, in a series of posts over the next few months, I think I’ll talk about the different aspects of writing as a career.

Now, if you want to write as a hobby and aren’t aiming toward becoming an author—no problem, write what you want, how you want it, to your hearts content. (Just don’t write fanfiction of my work, please—I don’t like that. I know some authors don’t mind, but I do and that’s just the way things are).

But if you want a career as a writer—or even if you want to be published traditionally but don’t want to work toward quitting your day job—well, the rules of the game change dramatically.

We’re going to start with one basic fact. And this IS a fact and you have to be able to accept it and cope with it, or you won’t last long in this business: You WILL get rejected, and you have to be able to handle rejection without caving, or emotionally breaking.

MOST authors—not all, but most—never see their first book published. And a LOT of us never see our second, or third, or fourth, or even fifth or more books published. I had seven novels in the closet before I got my first contract—which was for a nonfiction book.

(Side note: STOP calling them ‘fiction novels’—that’s redundant. All novels are fictional. If a novel isn’t fiction, it’s nonfiction or a play or a book of poetry or a textbook. Calling a novel ‘a fiction novel’ in your queries makes it obvious you haven’t done your homework).

I’ve been asking how you do it—how do you handle rejection?

Trust me, I remember what it was like before I was published. Oh hell yes. I remember standing the library, crying, I wanted to see my books there so bad. I remember hunting through every single how-to-write book looking for some clue on how to make it over that hurdle to get published.

I also remember, deciding I wasn't about to give up and continuing to write. Every rejection letter sucked, yet to me it was also a badge that I was TRYING. And that's one thing I tell beginning writers: Wear your rejections with honor. They mean you're submitting, they mean you're trying. They're war stories for later on when and if you manage to make it.

I also remember when I FINALLY got that first contract. I sat in the car and cried, I was so happy. I'd worked so hard, for so long, it didn't matter that it was for nonfiction--it was a real, honest-to-goddess contract and it was MINE. And I also tell that to beginners.

No one—absolutely NO ONE can guarantee you success. No one can guarantee you will get published—it’s not a matter of “If you work long enough you will make it” because, I’m sorry, but not everybody has the talent to be a good writer, to make a career out of the business. It’s a fact just like not everybody has the talent to sing, or to act.  But I WILL guarantee, that if you quit, you WILL fail.

And another piece of advice: don’t go around asking people if you have talent. Because nobody can really tell you for sure. You may not seem to have talent for awhile, till you hone your skills. The talent may be hiding under a mountain of mistakes you make—then blossom out as you become more skilled as a writer. So do you have talent to be a writer? Well, it might be apparent at the start, it might not. And it takes a lot more than talent—it also takes determination, perseverance, and a willingness to learn.

Yasmine

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The new page of the Moon Daughter's Comic is up!

Happy Ostara!

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So....What CAN You Eat?

A lot of people have asked me, “Well, with your dietary restrictions, what DO you eat?” Or more to the point, “What CAN you eat?” So thought I’d write up a little article giving you a sample day of what I eat to keep low carb, and allergen-free (read: MY allergies, not anybody else’s).

I’m supposed to eat about six times a day. This is one of the hardest parts but I try to stick to it because it keeps the blood sugar even. And I need to eat a bit of protein with each meal. For carbs, I count “net” carbs (google it—there are numerous posts on how to do this).

So a sample day’s diet for me:

Breakfast:

• Extend Protein Bar
• Raspberries—6 oz fresh
• Latte (Ice, 8 oz unsweetened chocolate almond milk, 4 shots espresso, sugar-free syrup depending on what flavors I want. I ONLY use syrup made with Splenda or stevia—I will not use aspartame).

Midmorning:

• Slice of turkey breast
• Slice of goat cheese

Lunch:

• Big Salad: (1 cucumber,diced, 1 cup diced fresh tomatoes, goat feta, tuna in oil)

Midafternoon:

• 2 tbsp peanut butter
• Celery

Dinner:

• Big steak
• 2 cups mixed roasted veggies (purple cauliflower, butternut squash, green onion tops, pecans, olive oil, herbs)

Evening:

• 2 pieces of my homemade low-carb “fudge”

The fudge has peanut butter in it, so there’s the protein for that “meal.” And this gives me lots of wiggle room, carb wise, if I’m still hungry. I could add some nuts, more veggies at dinner, another protein bar, another cup of diced tomatoes in my salad, and more meat and cheese if I want.

However, there is no wiggle room for starches—no rice, no noodles, no crackers, no bread. At least not made the traditional way. I recently found a recipe for almond meal “pancakes” which works really well and is a nice treat once in awhile. And well within my carb range.

So yes, this is my standard fare. This is the way I eat now—and there’s no going off of it. So I’ve adapted. And I’m developing recipes like my low carb “cream of cauliflower”soup, and so forth.

The first two weeks last year…they were hell. I won’t deny that—detoxing from the sugar was insane and I thought I was losing my memory. I was so foggy that I could barely remember my name. And the fact that starches were out too (they’re often worse than plain sugar), well, that was also super hard. But I FEEL so much better. And my blood sugar’s in remission. And I look better. I’m losing weight. I’ve got more energy. So there’s no way in hell I’m going to mess this up. It’s going on a year since I started this—I’ve got a ways to go, but I’ve come a very long way from last year.

Let me encourage you now:if you need to make changes, don’t wait another day. Don’t ‘start tomorrow’….start TODAY. Do what you’re supposed to. Do what you know you need to do. Because the longer you wait to make the necessary changes—whatever those are—the longer the journey back to health.

Yasmine

Added some songs...

I added some songs to the Haunted Moon playlist:

AJ Roach: Devil May Dance
Adele: Rumour Has It
Air: Napalm Love; The Word 'Hurricane'
Alice in Chains: Man in the Box
Amanda Blank: Something Bigger, Something Better
Android Lust: Dragonfly; Follow
Audioslave: Set It Off
Avalon Rising: Where the Sunset is Golden
Average White Band: Got The Love
AWOLNATION: Sail
Beck: Emergency Exit; Dark Star;
Black Label Society: Rust
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: Fault Line
Black Sabbath: Paranoid
Blind Melon: No Rain
Bravery, the: Believe
Bret Michaels: Love Sucks
Chester Bennington: System
Chris Isaak: Wicked Game
Cobra Verde: Play With Fire
Cynthia Smith & Ruth Barrett: Faerie's Love Song
David Bowie: Fame; I'm Afraid of Americans; Sister
Midnight
David Draiman: Forsaken
Death Cab For Cutie: I Will Possess Your Heart
Dragon Ritual Drummers: Black Queen
Eels: Souljacker, Part 1
Faun: Punagra; Konigin
Finger Eleven: Paralyzer
Fleetwood Mac: The Chain; Gold Dust Woman
Flight of the Hawk: Bones
Foster the People: Pumped Up Kicks
Gary Numan: Dead Sun Rising; When the Sky Bleeds, He
Will Come; The Fall; The Angel Wars; Hybrid; Before
You Hate It; Halo; Walking With Shadows
Godsmack: Voodoo
Gorillaz: Dare; Demon Days
Gypsy: Spirit Nation; Morgaine
Hanni El Khatib: Come Alive
Heather Alexander: March of Cambreadth; The Garden
Hedningarna: Tuuli; Ukkonen; Raven; Gorrlaus
Hugo: 99 Problems
In Strict Confidence: Silver Bullets; Forbidden
Fruit
Jay Gordon: Slept So Long
Julian Cope: Charlotte Anne
Kirsty MacColl: In These Shoes
Lacuna Coil: Daylight Dancer; Devoted
Lady Gaga: Paparazzi; Born this Way; I Like It
Rough; Poker Face
Ladytron: I'm Not Scared; Paco; Ghosts
Lindstrom and Christabelle: Lovesick
Little Big Town: Bones
Loreena McKennitt: Mummer's Dance
Marc Lanegan: Strange Religion; The Gravedigger's
Song; Bleeding Muddy Water; Judas Touch; Riding the
Nightingale
Marilyn Manson: Personal Jesus; Tainted Love
Missy Elliot: Get Ur Freak On
NIN: Deep
Orgy: Blue Monday; Social Enemies
People in Planes: Vampire
Puddle of Mudd: Psycho
Red Hot Chili Peppers: Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Rob Zombie: Foxy, Foxy; Mars Needs Women
Roisin Murphy: Ramalama (Bang Bang)
Rolling Stones: Give Me Shelter; Miss You; Sympathy
for the Devil
Simple Minds: Don't You
Stone Temple Pilots: Sour girl
Sully Erna: The Rise; Avalon
Tamaryn: The Waves
Thompson Twins: The Gap
Tina Turner: One of the Living
Todd Alan: Gently Johnny; We Are the Walking Breath
Transplants: Diamonds & Guns
Troggs, The: Wild Thing
Turisas: The March of the Varangian; Hunting
Pirates; One More
Warchild: Ash
Who, the: Behind Blue Eyes
Woodland: Rose Red; First Melt; I Remember: The
Dragon; Morgana Moon; Golden Raven's Eye
Zero 7: In the Waiting Line

New Moon Daughters Comic Is Up!

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Guest Blogging/Giveaway

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In Which I Lock Myself Outside

I did not know screen doors could lock. Apparently, ours can. Last week, my assistant Andria and I decided to go outside in 39 degree weather to play with the neighbor kitty, Tank, who comes over to visit. I love Tank. I’d be happy if Tank were MY kitty, but at least I get to play with him. So we go outside and walk around the yard—me with a cold and in a light dress, Andria in her jeans and shirt but no jacket. We play with Tank, we look at the crocuses that are coming up. We look at the other bulbs starting to come up (we planted about 300 bulbs last fall in a really haphazard pattern so we’d have a variety of things…so we have no clue what’s coming up where except for the daffodils, the crocuses, and more daffodils).

After a few minutes I’m thinking, let’s take pictures of the budding bulbs and the flowers, so Andria heads back inside to get my camera. Um…screen door? Locked. We didn’t even KNOW the screen door could lock. We are now locked out. We look at each other like…okay…and I ask her, “Do you have your keys?” “Inside, in my purse.” Then I realize we can’t even get in her car because, yes, her car is locked. Neither one of us have our phones with us. I'm not even wearing my glasses.

So I decide, this is as good of a time as any to go meet one of our neighbors. I wander over, again, without my glasses—so I’m listing just a tiny bit—and knock on her door. Introduce myself to her sister, and tell her what happened. She lets me use her phone and I call Sam to come home and let us in.

Wander back to the house. It’s 39 degrees. It’s windy. It's clouded up. Luckily, the rain is holding off. We play with Tank, who’s ecstatic to have playmates for a bit. We look at the trees. We walk behind the trees. We try to find a place out of the wind and Andria immediately notices I’m looking for spiders who might be hiding around the corner of the overhang. We take the screen off my office window and try to open the window, which does not work. We plug in the Yule lights on the house to see if they’re still working. They are. We unplug the Yule lights. We look at the flowers again. We play with Tank again. We go sit under the cedar and look up at the cedar tree from beneath it. We talk about the trees. We talk about the flowers and try to figure out what’s coming up where. We play with Tank again.

Then, Jayelle pulls in (my comic artist, who also does my housework). We cheer because she’s driving her fiancé’s car instead of her truck and we can climb inside and get warm. So we stop her from getting out and get in beside her and wait. When Sam gets home, we do not tarry but rush in the house and immediately make hot herbal tea and heat up some soup.

So is there a lesson? Check your screen doors—they might lock? Take a key when you go outside? I suppose. But really, it was just one of those ‘oh fuck’ moments that could have been much worse. And while it didn’t help my cold any to stand outside and get goose bumps, we have a pretty yard to stand in, the rain held off, I have nice benches to sit on, and hey, we had a fuzzy butterball of a cat to play with. *grins* Just one of the vagaries of life.

Yasmine

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Night Seeker Snippet

Just a little bit of fun for you. A snippet from NIGHT SEEKER, (due out 7.3.2012).

"THE RULES OF REVENGE ARE WRITTEN IN BLOOD."

Stepping forward, he reached for my hand, and unable to look away, I let him take it. With a slow, sinuous smile, he lifted my fingers to his mouth, kissing them one by one with his bloody lips.

A shiver raced through me, a live wire that set me aflame. There was something about the blood splattered on him, about the savage way he’d tore into the Shadow Hunter, that set me off. As if he could sense my thoughts, Lannan’s smile turned into a smirk, and he squeezed my hand so tightly I grimaced, then he slowly let go, dragging his index finger against my palm.

My wolf growled. I pressed my hand to the tattoo on my stomach. Grieve could sense my feelings, and he wasn’t happy. I quieted him, even as Lannan leaned close to my ear.

“I can smell your arousal,” Lannan whispered. “I’ll fuck you right here if you want me to, baby.” But then Wrath called to us, and he backed away.

Excerpt from NIGHT SEEKER, Berkley Jove Publications
Copyright 2012/Yasmine Galenorn
Do not reproduce

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