His darkest secret could be her only hope…
Disclaimer: Ms. Vanessa Jaye is an e-buddy from several years back.
That does not, however, mean I can’t be objective about the lady’s writing ability.
HUNTER OF THE HEART releases Tuesday, November 1, from Samhain Publishing and the usual e-book vendors. It is Ms. Jaye’s second book and first paranormal. And may I just say…wow.
Having had the privilege of reading a small part of the manuscript-in-progress, I wouldn’t hesitate to say you want to get this book. Romance, great worldbuilding, revenge, hot sex, and plenty of suspense has been tossed into this exciting mix.
Ms. Jaye has a unique voice and writing style that involves you with the characters immediately and draws you right into the story.
This isn’t your typical shapeshifter novel.
Here’s a small excerpt to get you started. I’ll be ordering my copy for reading this weekend. :)
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“HUNTER OF THE HEART”
“You’ll have to do better than hide in stairwells, Tessa.”
She gasped, his voice was clear as a whisper in her ear and his anger brushed up against her skin, raising goose bumps like a hot rash.
The sound of the door opening above her was enough—Tessa raced down the stairs in a panic. Oh God, she could almost feel his sharp teeth at her neck. There were no erotic images this time, just the cold knowledge of death. She’d actually been lonely and feeling a bit sorry for herself? She’d give anything right now to be safe and bored, watching some stupid sitcom in her living room with a pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream for company.
“Tessa, no! Come back to me, now!”
She looked up and saw two points of lights shining down at her from Nate’s face. He looked murderous. Terror clawed into her gut. “Leave me alone!”
Tessa paused long enough to see, really see, the beginnings of the change in him, the lower half of his face became elongated, the tanned skin disappearing behind a spread of black hair. She screamed, and stumbled down the stairs blindly. Her sides stitched with pain, each gasp of breath not nearly enough. Had she actually kissed him? It? Her prayers for deliverance muffled his voice that continued to stab into her brain, demanding that she return to him.
He was insane.
No, she was.
But it wasn’t her imagination. It was true. He was a monster and he was going to kill her.
She came to the bottom of the stairs. Should she turn left or—
Feet raced down towards her, echoing in the narrow space till they sounded like an army. But they weren’t human feet. The rhythm was all wrong, overshot with a constant scrabble of nails hitting metal.
Hide. Anywhere. She ran, frantically trying doors left and right. One of them opened.
It was the wrong one.
