Thursday, March 5, 2015

To Touch the Sky pre-order link!



To Touch the Sky is up for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press! This is book 2 in the Leap of Faith series.


Blurb:
He can run, but he can’t hide… 

Centuries ago, Hawk made a terrible mistake which has haunted him since. Fear of responsibility and feelings of unworthiness leads him to denying the mate Wha-tay showed him in a vision. So now Hawk runs his bar, has casual sex, and never, ever dates men with blond hair and brown eyes. But then Simon walks into his bar, and the future he’s feared is about to end up in a brawl if Hawk doesn’t do something—fast.

Simon Carter has a smart mouth and a bulldog temperament. So when Hawk runs, Simon pursues the sexy man, only to be rejected. Just as Simon decides to give up, someone—or something—visits him to change his mind… and scares him to death. Now Simon is backpedaling, and Hawk is in pursuit.

Desperate to reassure Simon and keep him safe, Hawk is forced to reveal his secrets before he’s ready. Can Simon learn to accept things aren’t always as they seem? Is the connection between them strong enough to help Hawk overcome centuries of pain? The only way the two men will move beyond Hawk’s past is for both of them to take a leap of faith.



Excerpt: 
The thrill of the hunt washed over him; his heart pounded in his chest. Nothing made him feel more alive short of taking to the skies. Sounds assaulted his ears—the dying shrieks of the animals, the howls of the wolves, the screams of the cougars, and the steady fall of hooves coming close….
Much too close.
“Oh spirits,” Chetan whispered. He’d let his attention drift from his nephew, and now…. His own cries joined the madness as a monstrous bull darted from the stampede and charged Isi.
The maddened animal had several spears embedded in its body. The night was cool, and steam blew from its nose. The rank smell of the animal nearly gagged Chetan. As reality slowed to a crawl, he saw Isi standing still, his hands by his side, staring. Sound distorted and warped as Chetan yelled for Isi to move, draw his bow, do something. His voice was hopelessly lost in the pandemonium raging around him.
Isi stood frozen as the buffalo charged.
Chetan continued to yell as he ran toward the young brave, waving his arms frantically. If he could just get the bull’s attention… if he could just get to Isi’s side before…. He saw a black cougar casing the buffalo, gaining rapidly. More cat shifters landed on the buffalo’s back and attacked, sinking their great canines into the animal. It still wasn’t enough. The bull was now a short distance from Isi and bearing down, the young warrior in its sights.
Oh, Wha-tay, I’m not going to make it! His legs pumped, his breath wheezed… and it didn’t matter. Oh please, Great Mother, no. Not this young one. Please. It’s my fault. I let myself get distracted. Don’t take him. Take me instead.
The cougar raced beside the buffalo, then darted in close as it latched on to the throat in an effort to suffocate the massive beast. The danger was immense; the buffalo would trample the cougar if given the chance. The bull was too close, and still Isi stood unmoving. Why is he just standing there? There was no way, no way for him to get to Isi in time.
Chetan stumbled to a stop and raised his bow, carefully taking aim. Please, please, let my aim be true. The arrow struck the buffalo dead in the face, but it was too late. It plowed into Isi with its mighty horns. Isi’s body flew high into the air, blood spurting from terrible gouges. A scream filled the air. Was that Isi? Isi’s mother? Or the bull?
“No. No!” Chetan’s own scream joined the ones around him.


Present Day
Hawk’s eyes snapped open as the last of the—dream? Vision? Memory? Nightmare?—faded. Dammit, why was he remembering this now? It’d been hundreds of years since that night. Frankly he could stand to go hundreds more.
“Shit,” he muttered. 
So much had changed since then. He now went by Gus Hawkins, his real name of Chetan nearly forgotten. Most everyone called him Hawk. Hania, the black cougar shifter, was now Jason Sky. Lootah’s name was Owen Woods. Hawk snorted in remembrance. As time passed they finally did find a name that described Lootah’s totem spirit—he was a Bengal tiger. Owen was the sheriff of the small town where Jason, Mapiya, and several other shifters lived. She was one of the few who still used her original name.





Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6219 
Cover Artist: LC Chase

2 comments:

  1. Missed this when it went down, but now still got to wait a whole other month for the release. Looking forward to it, super excited. Good Luck and will looking for a tour maybe...?

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