Hi, I'm Dani. Thanks to my Welsh gramma plus deep roots in the rest of the British Isles, I grew up on an abundance of stories about the Fair Folk, the Fae, the Sidhe, the Tylwyth Teg and many, many more!Some of the characters were beautiful, many were scary, and ALL were dangerous. Now it's my turn to be the storyteller (bwahaha!).
Storm Warrior, Storm Bound, and Storm Warned are the first three books in this fantasy romance series. I'm just putting the finishing touches on Book 4, Storm Crossed, and wanted to share an excerpt with you...
UNEDITED EXCERPT from Storm Crossed, Book 4 of the Grim Series:
“What are you doing here?” demanded a new voice, a rich masculine voice, and every one of her friends fell silent.
Oh great, we’ve attracted a park ranger, thought Lissy as she turned to face this new issue. How are we going to explain—
It was no ranger. The first thing her eyes took in was a heavy black cloak, thrown back to reveal strange leather clothing. Ornately tooled and trimmed with silver, it hugged a lean frame.
No, some instinct decided, not lean but lithe. Lithe like a big cat, all coiled agility and snake-strike muscle in a deceptively relaxed package. She was forced to tilt her head to see the strong jaw that underscored the man’s angular face—and the scar that ran diagonally across his throat. He could have been called handsome if it wasn’t for a strange otherness to his perfect features that was impossible to describe. Human, yet decidedly not. And no human she knew boasted hair like that. Pulled into a thick braid that fell halfway down his back, it was white in the way that snow was white—not a single shade, but many.
She had to remind herself to breathe. This was no lost cosplay enthusiast or a Lord of the Rings extra, but an actual living, breathing member of the faery race. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a faint thought protested that such a thing was completely impossible. It wasn’t very convincing, however, with a flesh and blood dog the size of a goddamn Volkswagen already in front of her.
The man’s pale hair glowed in the fire’s light. A fistful of loose strands fell across his face, and beneath them his eyes were watchful, alert. A panther scanning for prey.
I’ve discovered that one of the best things about comicons
is the opportunity to meet other authors and exhibitors. At Sandemonium, I had
the good luck to meet Chuck and Gail Anderson, owners of Alucard Press LLC. Books, Cosplay and
I’d blown my tiny budget by then (my insatiable appetite for
books was trumped by the imperative to get a present for my granddaughter from
Little Vampires), so I didn’t get to buy a book from Alucard Press then and there ---
but you can bet I hunted them down on the web as soon as I got home! Chuck
writes as CS Anderson, and has over a dozen books out. I started with the
Kindle version of his latest release, “SIN CITY SUCCUBUS: A Dabbler Novel”. The
premise of the story had strong appeal, and the killer cover (by Lisa Vasquez)
cinched my choice.
WHAT A BLAST! Sin City Succubus is a delightfully supernatural romp through Vegas. Told in
the first person by Robert Jones, a wiseass cross between actor Chris Pratt and
Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden (according to my imagination). I flat-out adored
this character, who doesn’t have much magic himself, but has to deal with those
who do on a daily basis—whether he wants to or not. And sometimes that means violent or fatal consequences.
The action started with the first line and never let up
until its immensely satisfying conclusion. BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! Turns out,
this is just Book One, and Robert Jones and his friends will return in “Sin