Love is her enemy…until his beast sets her free.
appears in her P.O. box. Then she becomes an Incendiary,
a human chosen at birth to be trained to strike like lightning to
take out the most dangerous of the Werekind, then fade back
into the shadows.
American shifters. But when she learns the Alphar was
unseated three years ago, she sets out to find who’s been
pulling her trigger.
only a short time, yet he already feels the Alphar power
tempting his soul toward the insanity that destroyed his
predecessor. He has no time for the woman who breaks into
his compound claiming to be his Incendiary, but his beast
insists he make the time—for his mate.
was taught to believe is ripped away. Yet the mystery of
who’s been sending her orders remains…and finding the
answer could lead to all-out war.
who hurt the weak, and a shifter leader determined to unlock
his new mate’s repressed emotions—even if that puts his
balls at risk. Explicit sex, violence, and references to abuse
that could be rough on sensitive readers.
She crossed her arms, looking away from him in
stereotypical female annoyance. It would not behoove her to
admit she was enjoying their repartee. He held out one hand
to her and stood, having recovered from her rough grip,
the other rested against his heart.
“I am sorry, Cymbeline. I was teasing again.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, unconvinced by his genial
behavior. She knew he was more devil than angel, his
mischievous nature all too clear. She possibly liked that a tad
more than she should.
“Run with me?” he asked, his hand reaching.
The moment became heavy, weighted with things unsaid
and issues greater than the both of them, issues that needed
resolving. She wasn’t for him. Not even the howling of her
Wolf within her soul could convince her.
“Don’t think,” he said, stepping forward to kiss her
forehead. “Just run with me. Nothing more.”
She stepped back, letting the Wolf ’s presence of mind
gain an edge. Her Wolf yipped in joy and pressed the shift
upon her body. It wasn’t a painful thing as some humans
thought. The shift was a magical phenomenon and shifters
were made of magic. To shift was light within the soul and joy
within the heart.
Cymbeline twisted in on herself, a core of warmth
spreading from her heart to touch every corner of her body.
She looked down and saw her paws, her red and amber fur,
and felt completely at home for the first time since she’d
arrived at this topsy-turvy circus. Without a backwards glance
she forgot everything around her and just ran.
The dirt was a cloud her paws barely skimmed as her
lupine nature dodged between the trees. The grass flying
past her legs was cool rain petting her fur. Her Wolf leapt into
the air with such joy to be free that she nearly cried. They
were whole. Shifted into her Wolf form was the only time
Cymbeline felt as if she’d been born to be a shifter not
Turned as part of some grand design. She yipped and
howled with excitement, completely out of character for her
but just so damn fun.
After a few moments Cymbeline remembered there was
someone running beside her. She turned her head and there
was Kerrick, in all his Alphar glory. He’d chosen a Wolf for his
shifted form, a beautiful and grand gray Wolf with eyes as
black as coal. It was the gift of the Alphar, why they were the
strongest and most dominant of all the shifters. They were
true shifters, not stuck in one animal form but blessed with
the ability to change into all of them. An impassioned look of
triumph graced his face as he ran beside her and she finally
allowed herself to feel it. Shifting into her Wolf form broke
down one of the few remaining barriers she had erected to
keep the full effect of the mating from influencing her
emotions. But she felt it now. He was hers. Undeniably and
undoubtedly hers. She would never choose another; never
need another. And her faith in him was unwavering. He would
always be true, always be there for her no matter how much
he teased or joked. She’d never had anyone belong to her
like that before, and she never would again.
~*~*~ Ceri Grenelle ~*~*~
usually took form in the way of zoning out in the middle of
conversations. I eventually decided it was time to share my
daydreaming with the world and began to put my musings on
paper. It started with Harry Potter fanfiction and grew from there.
move from New York City. And by living it up I mean staying
home with my cats, obsessively watching episodes of my
favorite TV shows, all of which are extremely geeky, and
simultaneously reading the next book on my reading list.
I do all this while trying not to pig out on unhealthy snacks.
As you can tell, I lead a busy life.