CIRLCE OF DREAMS - Quytel Series Book One by Jane S. Morrissey: Spheres of power usher a new and dangerous secret ***Excerpt -- Giveaway***
Circle of Dreams
Jane S. Morrissey
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Fiction
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing, New York
Date of Publication: 2017
Number of pages: 350
Word Count: 100,959
Cover Artist: Melody Pond, Soul Mate Publishing
Spheres of power usher a new and dangerous secret
Leader of an elite psychic team, Cole Courtland is a shape-shifting wolf with a deep connection to the power of the Earth. His investigation of a string of mysterious murders throws him into the dangerous world of the Quytel and leads him straight to Brianna Doherty’s door.
Bri is plagued by vicious nightmares of death and pain that leave her wondering about her own history. When her home is under siege, an enigmatic stranger appears out of nowhere to save her.
Thrown together in a tangle of desire and danger, they are pulled deeper into the secretive world of the Quytel, an ancient order charged with maintaining the balance of psychic and paranormal power on earth. Staying one step ahead of those who would destroy them, they struggle to unravel the truth of Bri’s past and her family legacy. As her relationship with Cole grows stronger, the reality of who Bri is threatens to tear them apart.
Someone was outside the safe room, stalking her. Bri’s heartrate spiked, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She sat on the only chair in the tiny room and stared down at the 9-millimeter Beretta in her hand, one of the many guns Jonah had stashed in the room and around her home. She was a good shot. Jonah and Mack had made sure of it, although she wasn’t at all certain she would be able to shoot anyone, even in self-defense. At the moment, her palms were so sweaty she probably couldn’t hold onto the gun and use it with any precision.
The air suddenly vibrated and grew thick, like a blast of warmth on a hot day, stifling and cloying. The house shook and a crack of light pierced the darkness of the room.
Her heart thudded, veins throbbing in her neck. Bri thought she might choke on it. Holding the cool metal of the gun in a slippery death grip, she waited. She would have a better fighting chance if she faced her attacker head on. The element of surprise might be her only advantage.
The click of nails and a grunt of strength was all the warning she had. As if in slow motion, the crack of light became a beam, blinding her. Blinking, Bri raised the gun and aimed dead center at the broad chest of her unknown assailant.
Seeing her face for the first time nearly brought Cole to his knees. He froze on the spot, and the wolf howled. The picture and his sketch held no comparison to the beauty of the woman before him. Tall, slender, and entrancing in faded blue jeans and white T-shirt, her long, blond hair fell in a heavy braid over her shoulder. The soft skin of her face, those lush green eyes, her deep jasmine and lavender scent, all magnetized him. He barely registered her startled gasp or the gun aimed at his heart.
Bri knew him. It had been his face in her nightmare. His presence had soothed and calmed her that night. He stood right in front of her now and had just ripped the door off a room no one should have been able to find.
Please don’t let him be my enemy, she whispered in her mind. Who else could he be?
Holding the gun more firmly locked on her target, Bri hoped it deterred him because she knew she would never be able to shoot this beautiful man.
“Are you going to shoot me?” His voice, strong and clear, didn’t sound too worried.
Bri shivered. A sharp stab of desire shot straight through her, and at first she didn’t really register his words.
“We don’t have much time,” he pressed.
A thud downstairs startled her. The man moved fast. She had no time to react before he snatched the 9-millimeter easily out of her hand. He tucked it into the waistband of his jeans and grabbed her other arm.
His touch was electric. When he took a step closer, he crowded her and she could almost feel the hard muscles of his broad chest. The loss of her gun left her completely vulnerable.
He placed a finger lightly against her trembling lips and her stomach did a slow roll. “Don’t move. Don’t yell.” He whispered the words softly into the shell of her ear. “I’m here to help you, Brianna. You have to trust me.”
She shivered. How did he know her name? She felt trapped, caught in an overpowering spell that heated her body. She was tall, but he was taller. And gorgeous, much better looking than she remembered from her nightmare. A part of her recognized she should be far more frightened of him than she was.
“There are men downstairs tearing your house apart right now. I have no idea why they’re searching for you. I can get you out of here, but we have to go now.” A quiet command. “I’m not here to hurt you. Trust me.”
Bri took a defensive step away. He didn’t let her go far, silver-gray eyes holding hers, willing her to believe him. The secret passageways inside the walls of the house would be too risky now that the room had been exposed.
About the Author
Jane Morrissey is a paranormal romance writer who loves romance, magic, and writing. Her paranormal romantic mysteries will keep you reading late into the night. Jane spends her time writing, enjoying the glorious California Coast near her home and spending as much time as she can with family and friends.