The Lost Soul Trilogy (Primani Book 5) (121 page)

Mica stood and handed the sleeping toddler to him. It was nap time for everyone. Brushing his lips over hers, he smiled at her startled glance. Since the boys were sleeping, he tugged her a little closer and deepened the kiss until she swayed against him.

“Come take a nap?” he purred with a hand roaming over her back.

“I’m not tired.”

“You will be.”

The crack of lightning shattered the moment and everyone jumped. Both boys snapped to attention and shoved at their parents’ hands to get down. Killian handed Rafe to Mica with a heavy sigh.

Well, shit.

“Daddy!”

Out in the sunny yard, his oldest son staggered with his little mouth hanging open in shock as the last remnants of electricity sparked across his fingertips.

He called the lightning.

He had no idea what to do with it.

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I write dark urban fantasy romance that blends the fast action and world building of urban fantasy with steamy sex, deep emotional connection, and strongly bonded characters. In my
Primani
series, the men lean toward alpha without the chest thumping and peeing on the doorposts. Powerful, ruthless, immortal, they’ve been known to take charge and show a woman a good time… sometimes for eternity! Between their wicked weapons and supernatural powers, they’ve got the demon problem under control--mostly.

When I’m not writing, I’m hanging out with friends, reading, or catching up on my “Supernatural” fix. I’ll be the first to admit to a fan girl obsession with Dean Winchester. There’s no way to deny it. It’s sad really. He’s my guilty pleasure… maybe with a glass of Jim Beam… and my spotted muse, Dalmatian Princess Domino.

Thank you so much for taking a chance on a new author! I write to create an escape. I hope I’ve done that for you. If you loved the books in
The Lost Soul Trilogy
, please consider writing a review on your favorite sites. Reviews are so helpful to Indie authors!

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The
Primani
Series contains
The Lost Soul Trilogy
and stand-alone titles.

The Lost Soul Trilogy

Primani

Call the Lightning

Stone Angels

Stand-alone Titles

Broken Souls

Book 5 (Coming in Feb 2015)

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Craving more Primani? Enjoy this taste of
Broken Souls
!

“HEY, YOU’RE AWAKE.” Moving slowly so he wouldn’t scare her, Dec leaned into her field of vision from a chair next to the bed.

His little mystery woman had been out for hours. Just now easing awake, she was disoriented and groggy. Intending to comfort her, he wrapped his fingers around her cold hand. Flinching like he’d shocked her, she jerked her hand away with a gasp.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

Oops. He needed to dial it back some. Their
saol
did that to people if they didn’t rein it in before contact. She scooted against the headboard, eyes wide with fear and confusion. As they darted around the room, he got a good look at them. Cognac? No. Bourbon. Definitely bourbon. Her eyes were the shade of top shelf Kentucky bourbon. Tilted up at the corners, heavily lashed, with thick black rings around her pupils, they were stunning. Cheetah eyes. Beautiful and hypnotic. Exotic. He couldn’t look away. For the first time ever, he was speechless.

His eyes drifted over the rest of her face, taking in the pallor and dark circles. She frowned, shielding herself with the sheet as if it would protect her. Nothing could protect her from him. He could do anything he wanted. But he wouldn’t. He didn’t have it in him. Her vulnerability called to the warrior in him. He sensed her emotions as easily as he read her expression. She was scared, confused, and desperately trying to remember how she’d gotten here. He should say something… anything. He had a pretty speech all planned out until she opened her eyes and destroyed his ability to think.

She watched the man’s eyes linger on her face and tried to force her own expression to stay blank. Who was he?
Where
was she? When? Her mind raced in a mad scramble for information. This was not good. She wasn’t where she was supposed to be. How did she get here? This hadn’t happened before. She always woke up where she fell asleep. Glancing around the room, she searched for a clock or a calendar… anything with a date on it.