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!