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Sunday, December 2, 2012

Welcome to this Sunday's guest author Jami Gray



A big welcome to Jami Gray this Sunday's guest author.
Growing up on the Arizona-Mexico border, Jami Gray was adopted at the age of 14 and suddenly became the fifth eldest of 37 children. She graduated from Arizona State University with a Bachelor’s in Journalism and three minors-History, English, and Theater.  Shortly after marrying her techie-geek hubby (who moonlighted as her best friend in high school) she completed a Masters in Organizational Management from University of Phoenix Oregon.

Now, years later, she’s back in the Southwest where  she’s outnumbered in her own home by two Star Wars obsessed boys, one Star Wars obsessed husband, and an overly-friendly, 105-pound male lab.  Writing is what saves her sanity.

Find Jami online:

Website:     www.JamiGray.com
Twitter:       http://twitter.com/JamiGrayAuthor 
Amazon Author Page:  http://amazon.com/author/jamigray

Jami has brought along Shadow's Soul today:


Some nightmares are born of love…
Raine McCord has no problem taking down the monsters of the world, it’s one of the reasons she’s so good at her job.  So playing bodyguard to Cheveyo, head Magi of the Northwest, as he consults with the Southwest Kyn should be an easy assignment. Unfortunately, simple task turns into a nightmare when Cheveyo is kidnapped and Raine is left for dead by one of the Kyn’s most feared beings, a Soul Stealer.
The Stealer’s attack leaves lasting wounds, undermining Raine’s confidence as a warrior and damaging her unruly magic. Her ability to heal her mind and spirit hinges on the one man who can touch her soul, Gavin Durand.  Compelled to face the emotions raging between them, they must embrace not only their stormy relationship but their evolving magic to escape the twisted threads of murder and betrayal to find Cheveyo.
As Raine and Gavin come together and begin to unravel the complex web of secrets and hidden vendettas haunting the Southwest Kyn, they discover unsettling new truths that threaten their very existence.

Excerpt from Shadow's Soul
 

“How do you do it?” As soon as Raine uttered the question, she could feel the heat stealing up her cheeks. There was no stopping the question from being asked, nor could she hide the sad wistfulness tingeing her voice. It made her uncomfortable to be so...vulnerable.
“Do what?” He tightened his grip until she stopped trying to pull her hand free. His voice was quiet, expectant.
Sighing, she gave an uncomfortable shrug. When would she learn to keep her mouth shut? “You’re so normal.” Maybe normal wasn’t the right word, but she couldn’t find a better one.
“Normal? Is that what you call it?” He shook his head. “I’m pretty far from normal.”
“You seem to have your magic under control.” Oh gods, that did not come out whiny!
“Ever hear the term ‘fake it till you make it’?”
Right, she thought, unable to ignore the spike of hurt. If he didn’t want to share, so be it. She yanked her hand away from him, suddenly disappointed—but uncertain with whom. The car made a quick exit. “Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer, but the grim look on his face set off her warning bells. Pulling into a parking lot of a strip mall, he brought the car to a stop. Throwing it in park, he left the engine running, but turned in the driver’s seat to face her.
“You think I have it all figured out?” Strangely enough, his growling voice sent warmth spiraling through her. She was one sick puppy if his yelling turned her on. “You think I would ask if I hurt you, if I had this under control?”
Amazement rose. Gone was the calmly controlled man she was used to seeing. Unable to formulate an answer, she could only mutter, “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Maybe not this time. But what about the next time or the one after that? What good am I if I can’t control my own magic? I can’t ignore it. It’s always there, this roiling mass of energy screaming to be used.”
His jaw locked, anger and frustration leaking from him. The quick flash of fear she had discovered nestled deep inside him during her morning explorations was beginning to make sense. Control was as vital to him as it was to her, and losing that control, even a little bit, was a frightening proposition, because the results could be disastrous. Her heart ached seeing this strong warrior begin to doubt himself.
But as his last statement sank in, she began to wonder what she may have missed. “Used how?”
The look he shot her sent a slice of dread through her soul. “However I can. I’ve learned to use it before it builds up too much. The more it builds the less control I have over it.”
Unable to stop she reached out to gently touch his clenched jaw. Just under the anger in his voice was the one emotion she thought she’d never hear from him, fear. “You have to be one of the most disciplined men I know, Gavin.”
“It may not be enough this time.” His voice was quiet, eerily empty.
She narrowed her eyes. “Bullshit.” The word was a whip. “I don’t believe that. It’s magic, no matter how it was created. You are Kyn. Not only are you Kyn, but you are a Wraith. You have fought worse things and walked away.”
“Yeah but those monsters didn’t live inside me.”
Her short laugh was sharp. “Think about it. As Wraiths we’re the bogeymen to all bad little Kyn. You think that monster came from Lawson’s little drug cocktail?” She leaned forward. “I hate to break it to you, but it was already there. It’s why you’re a Wraith. Don’t you understand? We were picked to be Wraiths because to hunt the monsters, you don’t send out hunters, you send out other monsters.”
The bitterness in her own words rang through the car’s interior. She defiantly held his narrow-eyed stare and folded her arms defensively across her chest as the windows around them began to fog over. Obviously Rio’s little digs about judges and jury had gotten under her skin more than she realized.
“I’m not a teenager,” he said, watching her. “I’m older and have a hell of a lot of practice with shields. You spent months at the mercy of twisted men. I spent a few hours. It was enough to do damage, but I’ve spent the last three months trying to come to terms with what’s been unlocked.
“Some days are easier than others. For the first couple of weeks, it was all I could do to keep sane. If it wasn’t for you and Cassandra, I’m not sure I would have been back.”
She looked away. “I didn’t do anything,” she muttered, fighting back the shame. She had wanted to see him, but her guilt at putting him in Lawson’s line of fire had held her back.
He grabbed her chin. “You survived, and I couldn’t do anything less.”
The intensity of his look had her tongue nervously wetting her lips. His thumb rasped against her lower lip, following the moist trail. The simple caress made her breath catch, and when his head lowered, she met him halfway.
The minute his lips touched hers, heat engulfed her. The whispers of doubt fled under the fire, and she gave in to the inevitable. He made her want things she hadn’t thought she’d ever get. And he made her believe.
His groan as her tongue teased his turned her blood to molten lava. Their rising passion drew her in and sucked her under. Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she reveled in the feel of the silky strands, using them to hold him close so she could plunder the heated depths of his mouth. The seatbelt was a minor inconvenience, holding her back from crawling closer.
His hands were busy as his talented mouth. They stroked over her neck and caressed downward until he could fill his palms with her breasts. Her shirt was a flimsy barrier to his sensual assault. Ripping his mouth away, he flicked his tongue to trace the cord in her throat. Her head fell back, giving him better access. He gently nipped her skin where neck and shoulder met, his stinging bite lost in her rising passion. Those clever fingers forged a fiery trail that left her breasts feeling full and heavy, causing a small whimper of need to escape her. Constrained by the seatbelt, she could do nothing but surrender to his touch.
With a wicked chuckle, he bent down and drew one tight nipple into his mouth, shirt and all. She was lost as her body rocked under his touch. His tongue curled over her, tugging her deeper into his mouth, as his hand plucked and teased her other breast. The feel of being restrained as he teased her was almost more than she could take.
The blast of a car horn shattered her haze of passion. “Gavin,” she breathed, her voice hoarse with need, as awareness of where they were flooded back.
He nuzzled her one last time, before giving her a quick, hard kiss. His grimace as he shifted back into his seat drew her gaze downward. His hard-on was obvious, and her body didn’t care where they were—it wanted. She closed her eyes, trying to get her breathing back under control. If she couldn’t see him, maybe she could bank this fire. Instead the heady scent of him wound its way deep inside.
“You’re a dangerous woman, Raine McCord.” His voice was as rough as hers had been.
She blinked, watching him shift uncomfortably.
“I didn’t start it this time.” Was that husky voice hers? Damn him. She cleared her throat.
He gave a deep chuckle and leaned forward to wipe the fogged glass clear. She did the same on her side, trying not to listen to her body’s pleas. Once the glass was cleared, he clicked his seatbelt and put the car in gear.
---Excerpt is from Shadow’s Soul: Book 2 of The Kyn Kronicles
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3 comments:

  1. Hey Tessa! Thank you so much for hosting Shadow's Soul today. I hope you all enjoy the excerpt and have survived the wilds of the holiday season!

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  2. Hi Jami, it's a pleasure to have you on the blog :-)

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  3. Well it's about damned time...
    Um, nice excerpt, Jami. This one might just have jumped ahead in my TBR pile...
    ;)

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