Welcome to Day Three of October Frights Blog Hop!! Today I’m highlighting Heartfelt, Book 3 in my Fierce Hearts series. It’s one of my favorites. The characters face some really tough stuff, but they do it with heart and soul. I gotta love that!
Book Blurb: The daughter of an alcoholic single mother, Asia Blue learned young that if she wanted to survive, she’d have to take care of herself. Tough and independent, she never encountered a challenge she couldn’t conquer . . . until Asia discovered she was a were-lynx. Befriending sexy fellow were-lynx Conrad Pike and finding a colony helped her adjust to the startling revelation and get through college.
Now an investigative reporter, Asia faces an entirely different sort of problem when her mother goes missing and she suspects the mysterious Nexus Group . . . who seem determined to wipe out her colony. She reaches out to Conrad, now an investment banker and serial heartbreaker, for assistance, and they must once again join forces to save their tribe – and her mother.
Will this strong-minded duo risk opening up their hearts and owning up to their long-simmering attraction?
Excerpt: The were-lynx stared forward, his eyes penetrating Asia’s. Then he grabbed Shaun by the neck and with his other paw, sliced open her chest and tossed her to the ground.
His eyes still on her, the man reached for Tizzy, but she and Kennedy leaped out of his reach.
The moment froze in her mind. Anger and sorrow fused into one loud growl. She couldn’t get to him fast enough, but what about Booker? Shouldn’t she find him?
The decision was made without her participation. Booker leapt through the air, twice, and landed beside Shaun. His face melted into pain. He bent over her blood-soaked remains and kissed her face. Asia had seen it happen. Had anyone else seen the warrior lynx steal the life from Shaun, Booker’s love?
Booker stood and scanned the area. Had he seen the killer, she wondered. The killer stood just feet away from Booker. Rage fired her muscles and Asia darted through the remaining fighting to get to the killer before he grabbed Booker.
Her gaze swept the spot where the brown and white were-lynx had stood. His color and markings were typical, but one thing had stood out to her. The tip of one ear, his right ear, was gone. It would stand out among the other warrior lynxes.
Suddenly a loud, menacing voice pierced her mind. Gravelly and deep, the male voice took over her senses. She grabbed her head in pain. “Little girl, you can’t escape me.”