Storm Road is out! I am so excited. This was an intense book to write. Beulah has some serious history, but she’s a survivor. Dean is amazing. As tough as he is, he’s capable of heart-melting tenderness. Please grab Storm Road during its release week while it’s 99c (It’ll be $2.99 after April 14). For Kindle Unlimited subscribers, it’s free to read any time. Enjoy! The blurb and an excerpt are below.
When a woman with secrets saves a man hunted by a ghoul, the choice is stark: salvation or damnation.
Major Dean Fortescue, JAG lawyer and former marine, enters the Southern Appalachian Mountains to find his aunt, who has gone missing. He discovers her house burned down, a ghoul in residence, and a mysterious woman who claims to control the weather.
Beulah Morgan is a weathermage, home after months away on a scientific research vessel in the Southern Ocean. When her mountain retreat is invaded by death magic, old memories resurface and with them a chilling terror.
Children will die unless Beulah trusts Dean, he trusts her magic, and together they face a ghoul that was bound during the Civil War, but recently freed by a reckless wizard mercenary.
Storm Road is exclusive to Amazon. Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06Y2M2MR9/
Excerpt – Meet Dean!
The man in front of her was a couple of inches over six feet. She’d switched the porch light on as she opened the door, and it shone on blond hair cut ruthlessly short, a powerful yet lean body, and a hand that clutched the doorframe hard.
“I need the police—or something.” The man shook his head, not in negation, but as if dazed.
Was he in shock? Beulah tried to assess her visitor and whatever problem had brought him to her door.
His blue eyes were narrowed against the sudden brightness of the light and his lips thin and lacking color; tight with pain or intense emotion.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
His eyes flared wide. “God. I hope so.” His head turned north east, back up the mountain. “I think I lost him…it.”
It? An eerie word. She tried to ignore the shiver that slid down her spine. There were bears in the mountains. Maybe the man had been chased by a bear? There was dirt on his face and hands, but she couldn’t see any blood. He’d fallen at some point.
He didn’t look like a man who’d panic at the sight of a bear.
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