Blurb:
A
chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream
bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as
Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return
of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter
Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face
the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and
courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.
Lash came down later, and paused
in the doorway, studying me. After so much time apart from him, it was odd to
feel him watching me again.
“What
is it?” I asked, looking up at him from my sewing. “Were the fish okay? I
wasn’t sure what kind you liked best, so I got trout⎯”
“They
were good, Sar,” Lash said in a raspy voice. “Thanks for getting them for me. I
had to change badly. It was a relief to be snake again.”
“How often
do you need to change?” It was hard for me to believe I’d known him so long,
and never asked him that. But how much did I know about him really? For all
we’d talked, he’d rarely talked about himself. I knew a lot about his tastes in
movies and books, but not too much else. Killer, assassin, weresnake, part
Spanish, had once eaten people, was born back around 1900-something in Florida,
had once — well, now twice — been in jail, worked construction in his youth,
loved sex/good in bed, and liked to hide his emotions. That about summed it up.
Oh, and seemed to still want to get in my pants, maybe.
“I
like to do it every week or so,” Lash said, looking at me with interest. “I
can’t do it too much more than that, because I can’t guard Dev as well as a
snake as I can as human.”
I
got up and went over to him, touching his arm gently. “Would you like me to
make you something to eat? Eggs? Bacon? Pasta?”
Lash
reached out for me in a deft movement, pulling me close and embracing me
tightly.
“Lash⎯”
I began hesitantly.
“Shh,”
he hissed. “Don’t talk. Let me hold you, and breathe in the scent of you, Sar.”
I hugged him to me, going silent. He held me for about ten minutes, breathing deeply, his arms tight around me. But it wasn’t a sexual hug. It was a hug of recovering something that he’d been apart from for a long time that he cared for, something that had been lost but was now found.
Buy Links:
Melange Books
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Bio:
Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health
inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her
bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology
from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short
stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On
The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in
the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay
"The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy
for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free
time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood,
caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog
beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
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Thanks for having me at your blog, Joanne! :) Happy Memorial Day!
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