A modern-day knight in shining armor is a man with a secret. He’s an immortal direwolf shifter. A man who can trace at will into a lethally dangerous canine who holds the ability to step into the stillness and achieve any goal.
When he finds himself without a career after retiring disabled from his last mission in the military, he has to rethink the direction of his life. He needs to reinvent himself before anyone realizes that he stopped aging at the age of thirty-five. He’s learned just enough to make his existence a bit dangerous. The sexy high school teacher neighbor he has been near stalking has her own secret. She feels like everything and claiming her is all he can focus on.
He is determined to win her as his own until a shadowy evil attacks her and reveals a situation that forces him to be the man of action that he has always been.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The worst training session for the fifth time in a row. (I am not making this part up.) No phone meant I could not escape into the pages of a good book, but an open laptop in the back of the room meant I could create my own escape. I won't lie. The first draft was awful. I deleted everything except the first chapter and started over. Eventually, months and months later, I had the roughest draft of a manuscript imaginable, but I wrote a good story.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I honestly can't really say how I came up with the first characters. I did do some research later on in the series, but those first characters were truly just playing with stereotypical character ideas.
As long as she seemed interested in looking, he was in no hurry to dress. With the sun gone, the air temperature was dropping fast in the fading light, but he did not notice. Luke was entranced by a beautiful woman who was looking at him as if she wanted to taste him. He wanted to growl at her the acceptance of that desire.
Eli was wearing tight-fitting black and gray workout clothes and tennis shoes. Her long, dark blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail. She must have stopped by on her way back from the gym. He just stood watching her muscles move under her clothes as she walked towards him holding his phone. His eyes drank the vision of her as if she were the only thing he had ever seen that was worth the look.
She was fluid grace walking. Her footsteps were totally silent. He could not hear her move even though he was watching her move toward him. Strange, he was entranced, lost in watching her move, noting the silence of her step. It felt as if he were watching a natural predator stalk its prey. He bet he was the only prey that had ever wanted desperately to be caught.
“That was impressive,” she said, eyes devouring his hard chest muscles and his washboard stomach. He liked the way her gaze lingered on his upper body. He was heating up just knowing that she liked what she saw. He wanted her to touch him with her hands as she had with her eyes.
“It wasn’t meant as a show, but I gladly accept the compliment. What brings you by here, my Lady?” He asked trying to decipher how he had gotten so lucky as to be in her presence again. He wanted to keep her talking so she would stay longer.
“You dropped your phone in the parking lot at the school. I thought you might want it back.” Eli was almost breathing hard herself as she handed him his phone back, her eyes still drinking in his upper body as if she were starved.
Her smell of shade in the summer blew on the light breeze. He found himself breathing it in wanting to save it in his lungs and memorize it in his soul. No one had ever affected him the way Eli did.
Luke brushed the back of her hand lightly with his fingers as he accepted the proffered phone and slipped it into his pocket. The skin to skin contact sent electric shocks up his arm. When she sucked in a breath, he knew she felt it, too. He was under her spell, but she was just as lost in it. He almost groaned at the way her touch had made him feel.
In a low husky voice, he said, “Thank you, Eli.”
She was standing less than a foot away. He was sure she should be able to hear his blood racing through his veins and pounding in his heart. Her proximity had blood flowing below his beltline, and he was hoping like hell that his joggers were hiding the effect she was having on him. He was so intoxicated with her.
“You’re welcome. I was afraid you wouldn’t text me without it.”
She almost whispered her words as she looked up at him. He got lost in her olive-green eyes. His need to touch her was like an all-consuming fire. She was so close.
The world, the cold, the night, they all faded away. Eli was his only focus. Her presence in his world stole his whole awareness of anything but her. Dangerous. Luke reached out and cupped her face in his hand. The thrill of touching her so directly made him weak. He was almost trembling with excitement. The smell of shade in the summer enveloped him completely as she rose up on tiptoe, and he leaned down to kiss her.
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Not who everyone thinks she is. The product of someone’s imagination.
The end result of a lifetime wishing to get out. Do not buy the lie.
If you live in fear, you give up freedom. Taking the risk and making the leap.
Too much of anything is a bad thing. Walk away and leave it all behind.
Innuendo floating on the mist that rises above the water.
Telling the story that haunts a fantasy. Catching a dream. She does not exist.