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About the author:
When she is not on the net, she is reading about the life of her latest “book boyfriend” or creating one in her own works. If you’d like to to contact her. Drop her an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write a paranormal book that was outside the ordinary. I asked myself what if mankind was still evolving? And if so, what would they be like? That’s when I came up with the Ferae.
Here is a short sample from the book:
After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.
“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.
Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.
“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.
“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.
“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”
Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.
The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.
“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.
“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.
She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”
Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.
“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.
She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.
“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.
She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.
She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.
Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.
She texted back. Are you sure?
She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.
A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.
“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.
He paused. “Something wrong?”
“No. Nothing at all.”