Grim Series
Book 4
Dani Harper
Release Date: January 9, 2018
Book 4
Dani Harper
Release Date: January 9, 2018
Publisher: Montlake Romance
ISBN-10: 1503948943
ISBN-13: 978-1503948945
Book Description:
The latest stand-alone novel in Dani Harper’s Grim Series will delight old and new fans alike, transporting them to the ancient fae realm beneath the modern human world, where magic rules and menace abounds . . .
Heir to a noble fae house, Trahern is forced to watch helplessly as his twin brother is cruelly changed into a grim—a death dog—as punishment for falling in love with the wrong person. Trahern doesn’t believe love exists, but he will do anything to keep his brother alive—even join the Wild Hunt and ride the night skies of the human world.
Lissy Santiago-Callahan believes in love but has no time for it. She’s busy juggling her career as an academic and her home life as a single mom to a young son with Asperger’s. Her hectic life in sleepy Eastern Washington is made even more chaotic with the sudden arrival of a demanding fae and his unusual “dog.”
Mortal and immortal have nothing in common, and the attraction between Lissy and Trahern surprises them both. But when their desire places Lissy and her child in the path of a deadly faery feud, will the connection last, or will their separate worlds prove too great a divide?
Excerpt 2
“I
explained to Fox that you’d like to be his magic teacher,” said Lissy. “And he
didn’t quite understand, so I used a movie he knows to help make the point. I
don’t suppose you’ve seen Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s
Stone?”
Trahern
frowned. “Who is Harry Potter? Is another sorcerer seeking to interfere with
the child?”
“No,
no, no. Harry Potter is a character from a famous
series of books written by J.K. Rowling. He’s a little boy who finds out that
he’s really a wizard and gets invited to attend a wizarding school. They made
the whole series into eight wonderful movies—those are stories you watch
instead of read, kind of like a play.”
“A
form of entertainment,” he supplied.
“Yes!
The problem is, I could never get Fox to watch more than one of them.”
Her
words brought up a wealth of questions, but Trahern forced himself to focus on
the issue. “Why would that be a problem?”
“Fox
just wasn’t very interested in Harry and his exciting magical adventures. The
only character he really liked was Hagrid, the man who talked to animals.” She
sat on the edge of the couch with her hands folded on her knees. “You know, a
little of it might be because Hagrid lives by himself in a house near the
forest. Fox would be very attracted to that—he does better with peace and
quiet, and the fewer people around, the better. But most of all, my son
definitely has a thing about animals.”
“A
thing?”
“An
affinity. It’s more than just liking animals, he’s comfortable
with them. Fox would really rather be with animals than people.”
“So
he has said to me.”
“Well,
he’s also mentioned more than once that they talk to him. I made the mistake of
chalking that up to a child’s imagination. Now I think that he really can
communicate with them, all of them, just like he seems to do with your
brother.”
Trahern
committed Lissy’s words to memory. “Knowing such details may prove helpful as I
instruct him.”
“I
just don’t want you to be disappointed if he isn’t interested in your
instruction.”
“Any
disappointment I might experience will be the least of our concerns. I must
find a way to encourage Fox to learn. And I must make a beginning.” They stood,
and he took a step toward the staircase. Stopped. “Do you require your son to
remain in his room?”
“Of
course not! He ate supper, and then he said he wanted to play with some of his
toys. That’s pretty normal for a nine-year-old.” She shrugged. “And his room is
kind of a sanctuary for him—he likes it a lot.”
“This
night, with such an auspicious moon, I would like to work with him outside. If
he is willing, of course,” he added quickly. “We would remain close to your
home, and—” Trahern thought for a long moment. “It is possible that I may be
more successful in gaining Fox’s attention if you are not present. Will that
cause you concern?”
She
shook her head. “Not at all. I trust you. How about our backyard? It’s not very
big, but it’s completely private, and there’s even a fire pit if that’s
something you need. Although it’s pretty small, too.”
I trust you. He heard little else. Words possessed power,
and these were words Lissy had not spoken before. The truth in them shook his
senses. Trust was no light thing between mortal and fae, but he hadn’t been
expecting the relief that washed through him like a cool mountain stream, and a
kind of giddiness took hold. Before he formed the thought, he’d already pulled
Lissy to him and pressed his lips to hers.
Sight
and sound fell away, leaving a world composed solely of subtle sensations. They
were no less powerful for their simplicity. Lissy’s delicate breath against his
cheek and the spicy-sweetness of her mouth. The warmth of her skin and the
softness of her hair. He nuzzled her face and throat, kissing, licking,
indulging in her scent that had so captivated him. Her arms slid around his neck
and pulled him close, even as he molded her gently rounded body to his angular
one as tightly as he dared. By all the stars, he wanted more, all, everything—
Something
hit the side of his head. He barely gave it any heed before several more somethings pelted him in quick succession—and stung like
fire-bees! Trahern pulled back mid-kiss, instinctively placing his body between
the mysterious attack and Lissy, just in time to be hit squarely in the center
of the forehead. He threw up a spell, and a dozen small objects struck an
invisible wall and clattered to the floor.
Acorns?
“It’s
about time ya came up fer air, ya lecherous son of Oak!”
Ranyon
stood on the back of the living room couch, twiggy hands planted on his hips,
his strange blue cap on backward and his gnarled face screwed up into a frown
of epic proportions. “You’d best be steppin’ away from her!”
Self-control
and discipline were the greatest powers a master sorcerer possessed, and
Trahern found himself exerting a great deal of both to keep from tossing the
little ellyll out the nearest window. “I see no reason for your concern,” he
began as soon as he got reliable control of his voice. Too late. Lissy had
already marched around him and confronted her friend practically nose to nose.
“What
on earth do you think you’re doing, and why are you
in my house?”
“Well,
no one answered the door, now did they? I looked in the window fer fear that ya
might be in danger, and here ya are snoggin’ with a fae!” he sputtered. “He’s
Tylwyth Teg—yer lucky he didn’t steal yer breath like a shadowcat!”
“Ranyon!
I can’t believe you’d say such a thing!” She thrust her palm out, displaying
the blue symbol. “I trust my child with this man,
and you yourself said Trahern could not break his oath.”
“Well, I didn’t say he couldn’t
break yer heart, now did I?” The ellyll folded his arms in front of his
bright-blue shirt and harrumphed loudly.
Her voice rose. “Listen,
mister, I’ll damn well snog with whomever I want to,
and it’s none of your business!”
“None o’ my business? None o’
my business?” he shouted, and threw his hat to the floor. “Lissy, darlin’, ya
said yerself we’re family.”
“Then you should be happy for
me! For the love of little fishes, my own mother’s been giving me a bad time
about not trying harder to meet men. Now you’re
upset because I’m actually enjoying a little male companionship?”
“No, I’m givin’ ya the fifth
degree because he’s not a man, he’s a fae!”
“It’s third
degree, buddy. And you don’t have the right to—”
“Dude! How come everybody’s yelling?”
The three of them froze. Lissy
turned slowly to see a wide-eyed Fox standing on the staircase above them.
About the Author:
Legend, lore, love, and magic. These are the hallmarks of Dani Harper’s transformational tales of faeries, shapeshifters, ghosts, and more, for a mature audience.
A former newspaper editor, Dani’s passion for all things supernatural led her to a second career writing fiction. There isn't anything she likes better than exploring myths and legends from many cultures, which serve to inspire her sizzling and suspenseful stories.
A longtime resident of the Canadian north and southeastern Alaska, she now lives in rural Washington with her retired mountain-man husband. Together they do battle with runaway garden gnomes, rampant fruit trees, and a roving herd of predatory chickens.
Dani Harper is the author of Storm Crossed, Storm Warned, Storm Bound, Storm Warrior (the Grim Series), as well as First Bite (Dark Wolf), for Montlake Romance. She is also the author of a Yuletide ghost story, The Holiday Spirit, plus a popular shapeshifter series, which includes Changeling Moon, Changeling Dream, and Changeling Dawn.
For more, visit her website at http://www.daniharper.com
Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.com/Dani-Harper/e/B004FD8RV2
Congrats and best of luck on your terrific new release. I wish you the best.
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ReplyDeleteHi Jana - That often depends on the day and how much coffee I've had... Ranyon and Lurien are great characters and I love them both, but they're often difficult to write because they have a tendency to take over the story when I'm not looking!
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