"You'll spoil him."
"Not as much as I plan to spoil you." He hugged her tight to him. "I'm so sorry for making you unhappy. I just ... " He swallowed. "Never expected to find someone I couldn't survive losing, but I have nothing in this world without you. Living together will work out and I need you to accept that you are everything I could ever want in a mate."
She looked around as the sun sank lower, then back at him. She brushed black hair off his forehead. "What can I ever do to make you happy the way I am right now?"
He dipped his head and almost kissed her, pausing to say, "I've never made love with you as the sun set. That would make me very happy."
"Then prepare to be euphoric."
The End. ?
More books from Dianna Love
Rogue Belador
Book 7 - April 2016
Tzader Burke uncovers a secret within the Medb coven that threatens to trigger an apocalyptic war plus cost him the only woman he loves - Brina Treoir, the Belador warrior queen. Unfortunately, his only battle plan means going into the heart of his enemy's stronghold--TAmr Medb. As leader of all North American Belador warriors, he's willing to die to protect those he loves, but his close friend Evalle Kincaid, her mate Storm and a tight circle of friends will not stand by and allow him to face that battle alone. With their lives also on the line and a tenuous peace at stake, Tzader has never had more at risk with so little chance to survive.
Belador urban fantasy Series
Book 1: Blood Trinity
Book 2: Alterant
Book 3: The Curse
Book 4: Rise Of The Gryphon
Book 5: Demon Storm
Book 6: Witchlock
Book 7: Rogue Belador (April 2016)
Slye Temp romantic thriller Series
Book 1: Last Chance To Run
Book 2: Nowhere Safe
Book 3: Honeymoon To Die For
Book 4: Kiss The Enemy
Book 5: Deceptive Treasures
Book 6: Stolen Vengeance
Book 7: Fatal Promise (2016)
More Slye Temp coming soon!
Micah Caida young adult Trilogy
Book 1: Time Trap
Book 2: Time Return
Book 3: Time Lock
To read excerpts, go to https://www.MicahCaida.com
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New York Times bestseller Dianna Love once dangled over a hundred feet in the air to create unusual marketing projects for Fortune 500 companies. She now writes high-octane romantic thrillers, young adult and urban fantasy. Fans of the bestselling Belador urban fantasy series will have two new books soon - Witchlock (July 2015) and Rogue Belador (April 2016). Dianna's Slye Temp romantic thriller series launched to rave reviews and more are coming soon. Look for her books in print, e-book and audio. On the rare occasions Dianna is out of her writing cave, she tours the country on her BMW motorcycle searching for new story locations. Dianna lives in the Atlanta, GA area with her husband who is a motorcycle instructor and with a tank full of unruly saltwater critters.
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A word from Dianna...
Thank you for reading Witchlock! Rogue Belador will be available in April 2016.
No book is possible without the support of love of my amazing husband, Karl.
Writing a book is a solitary job, but handing my readers the best version of that book depends upon my terrific team. My first read to last read is Cassondra M who catches large and small issues, plus she helps me keep up with a ton of little details about the series, which is a tremendous help every time. My brain is filled with the big picture of this story, the next one and the next one so it's easy to miss something that needs to be right to make each book an enjoyable read. Joyce Ann McLaughlin jumps in on the second round of reads before the copy editing has happened and always sends me a list of typos and details that make it a smoother read, too. Judy Carney is an enthusiastic reader and one of the last two people to read the story line by line to catch those pesky typos and other grammar issues.
Some of my other readers who are always ready to put fresh eyes on the stories are Steve Doyle, Sharon Livingston Griffiths and Kimber Mirabella - huge thanks to all of you.
A special thanks to the wonderful staff at Stone Mountain who answered questions as I walked the mountain for the opening scene and to the staff at Metro Diner Cafe - both places should be on your must see list when you visit the Atlanta, GA area.
I want to give a special shout out to my Street Team: I spend a lot of hours alone writing and it's such a pleasure to jump out during the week and visit with all of you. You are a tremendous support for me and my books, but you are my family of readers and mean so much to me. You give joy all year long by sharing your time as well as your love of books with me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. ?
"Time Trap is amazingly original and unexpected...I loved every second of reading it!" ~~ Alexandra Fedor, 15, who has read The Book Thief, The Hunger Games, andAnna Karenina.
TIME TRAP
By USA Today Bestseller Micah Caida
Book 1 of Red Moon Trilogy
(Free for limited time as ebook)
CHAPTER 1
Painful starbursts exploded behind my eyes.
I clawed awake, tumbling forward, bouncing against a rough surface. Heat scorched my arms and legs. I tucked my head and shoulders. Sharp stones gouged my back and sand coated my sweaty body.
Slammed to a stop, I was flat on my face. Ears ringing. My next breath wheezed out, mouth dry as the hot dust singeing my body.
What was happening?
No answer. Brain scrambled.
"Get up, girl, if you value your life," someone demanded in a deep male voice that sounded old.
Don't push me right now if you value yours. I opened my gritty eyes to blinding light and a cockeyed view of an endless desert. Not a person in sight.
"Get. Up."
If he yelled one more time, he wouldn't be happy when I did make it to my feet. I bit back the snarl curling to my lips. Who was he anyway? My head still spun and my stomach wasn't much happier. Gravel bit the palms of my hands as I pushed up on shaky knees.
Every muscle screamed misery, my body battered as a kickball. I twisted around one way then the other, searching in a full circle. Still no one. Now I was dizzy.
Had I imagined that voice?
Where am I?
Blinking against the harsh sun, I struggled to my feet, weaving where I stood. Confused thoughts banged my aching skull. I rubbed my eyes, then focused and looked down at myself. Feet tucked inside short boots made of tanned skins. Familiar, but not. Buckskin material covered me from shoulders to skinned knees and I had a leather thong tied around my waist.
I swallowed, waiting for some memory to rise up from the empty gap in my mind and offer help. The longer I waited, the more nauseous I got.
Nerves had me brushing hair off my face and breathing fast, then I paused, clutching a handful of hair. I pulled the strands into view. Black. Long, thick and black.
Why didn
't I know that? My heart thumped hard and picked up speed. I took a quick glance at the barren landscape.
Was this home?
I didn't know. Why can't I remember?
Trembling started in my knees and traveled up through my chest. I forced a deep breath through my lungs, anything to stop the rising panic. Panic kills.
Someone had told me that once. Who?
Still no answers. Squinting, I looked for something familiar.
Mountains. Red mountains. Wait. I knew those. Think. I begged my mind to give me something. To remember.
Nothing. Closing my eyes, I tried harder.
Bright colors flashed behind my eyes and a sharp ache stabbed my skull. Grabbing my head did little to ease the throbbing, but the pain did clear some of my brain fog.
Sandia.
The name of those mountains. Sandia. Relief flooded through me so quickly my skin tingled. I'm just disoriented.
"You waste time, Rayen."
I froze as I opened my eyes. I better see him when I turn around this time. And who was Rayen? I made a quarter turn to find the owner of that gravelly voice.
An old man. No, the shimmering image of an old man, an elder. This whole thing just shot up a level on the weird scale. With white stringy hair, light gray eyes and gnarled limbs, he flickered before me, the red and tan cliff rocks visible through his translucent body. Beyond that, an unbroken sky stretched overhead, wide and empty and so intensely blue it hurt my eyes.
The ghost man floated above the desert floor, legs crossed.
I was feeling a whole lot better until I saw that. "Who
are-"
The ground beneath me vibrated and shifted, cutting off my words. I stumbled sideways.
"Listen," he ordered, his voice tense and urgent. "Three things you must know." The ghost spoke louder with each word, competing with a heavy, shuddering sound not that far away.
I chugged in a deep breath, as if that would keep my rising fear at bay, and smelled a rotted stench. Cloying decay and smoke. A warning smell I couldn't place, but something I sensed deep in my bones. Danger. I moved my head to look around, but the old man shouted, "You listening?"
Like I have a choice?
The spooky elder was determined to get his message said.
Nodding at him, I swallowed, not a spit of saliva in my mouth. The pounding of the ground seemed to come from a distance, reverberating through me. Adrenaline stirred my blood, urging me to be ready. But for what?
"First thing," he enunciated as if I was slow. "You die if you eat peanuts and you are seventeen."
Peanuts? Who cares about nuts, and isn't that technically two things? I sniffed at the air. The burning stink thickened. I reached for a knife that wasn't at my hip, but something told me it should be.
"Second. Your name Rayen."
Rayen? I'm Rayen?
If I could believe a crazy hallucination. Fear snaked through me with icy fingers, paralyzing me. I don't know my name...or what I'm doing here...or where here is, other than recognizing those mountains.
The ground shook harder, dust and pebbles scattering everywhere. I widened my stance to keep my balance.
That's when I caught the distinct sound of hooves pounding.
Hard. Behind me...and gaining speed.
I looked over my shoulder. A beast. My muscles clenched at the sheer size of the thing. A hairy, rhino-hide gray creature blotting out the desert landscape behind it. Barreling forward, rocking back and forth on three legs, wide head low to the ground. Scary fast, churning geysers of sand and dirt, eating up distance quicker than anything its size should.
Air backed up in my lungs. "What the - "
"Third thing, Rayen," the elder shouted, his voice nearly drowned by the rumble. "Run!"
CHAPTER 2
Ghost Man vanished as I took off running.
Something clicked in my head, some instinct. I ran, arms pumping, and rocketed away from the beast. A quick leap over thorny bushes. My heels slammed hard rock, feet racing as if hell itself chased me.
Quick check over my shoulder.
The beast was gaining, yellow eyes burning for blood.
What was that thing? Shouldn't I know?
Didn't matter. Right now I had no place to hide and no idea how to escape. No trees large enough to dash behind. Nothing.
Except the mountains. They were my safe haven. I knew that, somehow. But how do I know? Was there a place to hide in those rocks up ahead? Maybe that beast couldn't follow me up a sharp incline.
Keep moving.
Ragged breaths chugged past my dry lips. Hot air scorched my chest. I gagged on the creature's nauseating smell. I could hear it gaining on me. Shaking the earth beneath my panicked feet.
I'm running too hard. Won't last at this pace. My lungs were going to burst. Have to find cover.
Where?
Stinging sweat poured into my eyes when I lifted my gaze, searching boulders that had tumbled into a monolithic pile along the nearest ridge, as if stacked by a giant's hand.
Tell me that beast can't climb.
If I could just get far enough ahead. Reach the peak on the other side of those boulders.
I veered slightly left, pistoning my arms and breathing as hard as a small prey run to ground.
Fifty feet. Run faster.
Thirty feet. Not going to make it.
Ten feet. Come on. Almost there. Almost.
A roar screamed through the air.
I leaped from ground to rock. Slammed a knee. Slapped raw palms against jagged surfaces baked by the sun. Heat seared my skin. Ignore the pain.
Climb, climb, climb!
Scrambling like a lizard, I reached for crevices, grinding my knees and thighs.
Another scream, higher pitched this time but farther away. The thing pawed the ground. Dust erupted, choking the air.
I stretched for the next handhold and risked a quick glance back. What did that thing want?
At the base of the rocks, it started morphing from a huge, low-to-the-ground Rhino beast to a tall, thin whippet shape with a short, sleek coat of sand-colored hair.
And talons.
No way. No way in blue blazes. I'm so dead.
I bit my lip, tasting blood. Can't quit now. I sucked in a blast of baked air and clawed my way up the next rock. Sunlight poked through crevices. Maybe on the other side there'd be someplace to hide. Or people.
Like me? Where were my people? Friends? Family?
Did I have any?
Worry later. Right now, I'd take help from anyone I could find.
The sun roasted my exposed skin and beat down on my back. Muscles burned the harder I climbed. Blood pounded in my ears. I jammed the toes of my boots into whatever crack I could find and shoved my body higher, faster. My fingers clutched sandstone and slipped. I dug in deeper and scrambled hand-over-hand.
Hot breath licked the air around my legs.
The beast was almost on me.
A space between rocks gaped to my left. Crunching my shoulders as thin as possible, I plunged into the narrow V opening, raking my back raw.
A shaft of blue sky yawned on the other side.
Deadly panting echoed right behind me. Closing in.
Fighting panic, I scrambled forward and lunged for the far side...and too late saw nothing below.
Just air.
My feet flipped over my head. I tumbled. An ocean of sky and rusty-brown rocks blurred through my vision.
I hit hard, face planted on dirt.
Knocked the breath out of me. My head spun and every bone reverberated. I took a wheezing gasp that hurt.
"Son of a bitch!" a strange young male voice called. "Hey, dude, we got a skydiver."
Did I know the name Dude?
I opened my mouth and groaned. The only sound I could make.
"Hey, babe, where's your chute?" the same voice asked, closer.
Babe?
"Idiot, she fell from the rocks." Another voice that sounded just as young and male j
oined the first. "She's a mess. Leave her."
"No way she fell. From those rocks?" First male's voice. He whistled low. "Should be dead." Then he whispered, "Hey. Maybe she is. We better go."
We'll all be dead if that beast follows me. I twisted my head just enough to look up at the cliff face I'd just dove from.
There. In the crevice of dusty-red boulders loomed a shadow. Long and thin. Waiting.
Even from this distance, I felt the danger. Predator eyeing prey. But what kept it from attacking? The other people? The distance? Could that thing not shift from land animal to a winged creature and swoop down?
Beware the beast whispered through my mind.
As if I hadn't figured that out. That voice stirred a memory, almost. A female voice filled with worry. Who is she? Why can't I remember?
The flicker of knowing slid away faster than dust through my fingers.
Fear coiled in my chest. I'm so confused. The blank spots in my mind threatened me on a gut-deep level, far more than the beast did.
But I'd gotten my wish. I'd found people.
I rolled onto my back, sucking air at the pain that movement caused. My entire body complained. Body slammed twice and feeling as if I'd been squeezed from the inside out.
The second voice called from a little further away. "Come on, Taylor, move it. We gotta get out of here before--"
A high-pitched screeching noise blasted over the top of the stranger's words, followed by the echo of an older male voice. Not the ghost's voice, a different one. His words boomed through a mechanical amplifier, shouting, "Stay where you are. Hands in the air. Stop!"
But instead of stopping, bodies swung into action. I angled my head to figure out who was doing what. I'd thought there were only one or two people nearby, but a dozen plus young ones erupted around me. Running in all directions. Dust devils with legs.
The booming voice barked more commands. "Stop where you are. Down on the ground. This is the APD."
I had no problem complying. Flat on my back, I stared up at an empty, vast sky. Breathing was about all I could do.
Wonder what an APD is?
As if in answer, gravel crunched under approaching steps. A weathered face with skin as dark as mine hovered into view, indigo blue pants with a knife-sharp crease and dust-covered boots. One boot kicked my hip.
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