One of the best things about writing a series is letting the
characters grow and expand, show the reader more of what makes them tick. While
the first book is usually all about the action the second and continuing
stories allow the author to show more of what the characters are all about,
what makes them either so lovable or loathsome.
In "
Blood of the Pride" I introduced you to
Rebecca Desjardin, a cat shifter who can't shift—outcast and shunned by her
family until they need her help. With a foot in both the Felis and human worlds
she helped find a rogue male and at the same time found love in a curious
journalist named Brandon Hanover who not only figures out what she is but loves
her for it.
"
Claws Bared", book two, was released this past
January and sent Reb down to a small town in Pennsylvania to help figure out
who killed a popular male stripper. During that adventure she and Brandon figured
out where they were going with their relationship and moved to the next level.
Now with "
Family Pride", releasing June 3
rd
from Carina Press, the intrepid cat shifter finds herself in dangerous new
territory—dealing with
Brandon's
family. It's one thing to meet the parents and find them wanting someone better
for their son, another to be forced into working for them in order to save your
own.
Here's a short excerpt from "Family Pride"!
***
"My parents want to meet you."
I dropped the thick ceramic mug in the sink. It bounced once before landing
in the inch-deep soapy water. The clanging sound bounced around my skull,
settling behind my left eye and throbbing.
"Your parents are dead." I turned and leaned against the counter.
"Are we attending a séance?"
Bran bit his lower lip. He hadn't bothered to put a shirt on, choosing to
pad around my house barefoot in a pair of jeans that fit perfectly in all the
right places. We'd finally dragged ourselves out of bed for lunch, ordering in
pizza because we had run out of groceries.
His dark eyes met mine, apologetic and pleading.
"They're not, ah, dead. They're sort of alive."
I picked up the mug and contemplated how much strength it would take to
smash it. "Your parents are zombies?"
"My parents are alive and well and very much human."
I weighed the mug in my palm, letting him watch my fingers curl around the
cool clay. "You lied to me. Four months ago you lied to my face."
"Maybe." Bran put out his hand, pointing at the mug. "Please
put that down."
I glared at him.
"Okay, I lied. A bit." His hand didn't move, still outstretched
toward the mug. "I told you my parents were dead but that was right after
we'd met and we were on opposite sides of the case." Bran smiled.
"And I didn't know how good we could be together."
I didn't blink.
"Cut me a break, Reb. You've got your own family secrets." He
shifted to one side with a grin, showing off his newest scratches on one
shoulder. "And I can make you purr."
Damned redhead had a point. We'd both kept things from each other back then.
I hadn't exactly been forthcoming about the fact that I wasn't human, but when
Bran had come face-to-face with my Felis heritage I hadn't lied and denied.
I still didn't have to like it. "Who are they and why did you
lie?"
He didn't move. My gaze traveled over his bare chest, resting on the fresh
scars across his midsection courtesy of our latest work trip to
Penscotta, Pennsylvania.
He'd fought another Felis for his life and, in his own way, for me.
The least I could do was hear him out before throwing the mother of all
temper tantrums.
"My father is Michael Hanover." Bran paused. "Of
Hanover
Investments."
I nearly dropped the mug.
"
Hanover
Investments. As in, they make more money in ten minutes than I'll ever see in
my lifetime?" I croaked. I'd flipped through a few business articles over
the past few years when I was supposed to be reading a paper and instead using
it for surveillance. The business section guarantees you won't be distracted by
the articles.
"Yeah. Them." He sounded almost apologetic. "It's a family
business. Three generations."
"You're related to
those Hanovers?"
"Michael and Bernadette Hanover are my parents." He reached out
and took the mug from my numb fingers. "The reason I lied was because it'd
become an instinctive reaction to explain away my wealth. Easier to say trust
fund than explain my dysfunctional relationship with my parents." He shook
his head, a sad smile on his lips. "You'd be surprised how many gold
diggers are out there looking to snag a rich man. Or his son."
I tried to get my breathing under control. "Those
Hanovers."
"We'd just met," Bran repeated. He placed the mug out of my reach
and returned to stand in front of me, both hands up. "And I used the same
line I use with everyone to explain my wealth. It was automatic."
***
While I don't think many of us lied to our prospective mates
about our family being dead, I think we can all relate to Reb's shell shock at
finding out who the Hanovers are—and when she finds out how dangerous they are
it'll force her to make decisions that will change her life and her
relationship with both families and Brandon forever.
I hope you'll come along for the latest book in the series
and get to know Brandon and Rebecca better—after all, there's still plenty of
mysteries for them to find and solve!
On another note I'll be appearing from June 12
th to
the 16
th at the
Origins Game Fair as part of the
Library track – if
you're in the
Columbus, Ohio area and looking for a great way to
spend a day or five, please check out the schedule! I'll be there discussing
superheroes and romance writing along with many great authors such as Timothy
Zahn and Michael Stackpole and there'll be plenty of great books for sale along
with some faboo gaming opportunities.
If you're in the area it'd be great to see you!