Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More says:
"Catching Meara is a superbly written
mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The characters
are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team that
catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of
paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."
Rating: 4
cups out of 5
Meara
had been seconds from revelation, mere seconds. Now quivering with terror, she
huddled in the corner of her electrified office while lights flashed and popped
all around her, knowing there was no where to run. Monitors flashed and burst,
exploding and sending shards of liquid fire into the air. A cop entered the
small room, his arms stretched forward, gun in both hands and a flashlight on
top of his gun.
Three
more cops followed behind. No, they were government agents. The logo printed in
white across their chest announced their profession.
Bright
lights swept the room in a slow steady arc, searching for her. Finally resting
on her face, she shielded her eyes. Smoke from the crucified computers filled
the cubicle, making the agents choke. Sweat from fear beaded on her forehead,
and her heart lurched to her throat. She closed her hands over her heart as if
she could slow the furious beating.
"Hewitt,
check this out. There might be more than this one. Barrister go search through
the other rooms."
"Right,
McKenna."
"My
name is Jace McKenna," the man said as he approached cautiously, kicking
debris from under foot until he stood above her. "Put your hands in the
air."
His
voice held so much authority and sounded so calm. For a moment she thought he
meant to reassure then she remembered she was his prisoner. Well, she would be
as soon as she complied with his demands.
Jace
appeared dark, dangerous, handsome and tall, she noted at first. Very tall,
which was hard to miss, since she was skinny and short. His eyes were an amber
color with a hint of green. He towered over her. Beneath the deceiving
bulkiness of his bulletproof vest, she observed next, his shoulders were very
broad, and though his hips were lean, his thighs, tightly hugged by his jeans,
were muscled and powerful.
His
hair was blacker than the midnight sky, nearly indigo with its sheen, his amber
eyes were cast into a rugged face that appeared naturally tanned. He was
probably somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties. He seemed fierce,
alive with a striking tension and a volatile energy that seemed to exude from
him.
Shaking,
sweat dripping down her face, Meara slowly raised her trembling arms.
"D-don't shoot--me, please" She heard the pathetic whimper in her
voice as she blinked the stinging sweat from her eyes where it melded with her
mascara. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure it would
burst through her ribs.
"Stand
up, slowly." He swept the flashlight as well as the gun up and down the
length of her body, which had been curled into a tight fetal position.
Rising
to her feet, she leaned against the wall behind her, trying to keep her hands
up and not fall flat on her face. She wiggled her butt against the wall and
inched her way to a standing position. Her life flashed in front of her in a
series of leaps and bounds until she saw the faces of her parents.
"Do as he
says," they whispered. "Everything
will turn out fine. You'll see. We love you." Then, just as they appeared,
they vanished.
Their
faces faded into the smoke and flashing lights. Her eyes open wide, she gazed
at her enemy--her jailor. The man who was here to arrest her. Mind games, or
was it mind think that her parents used to play with her, teaching her to
communicate through thoughts instead of words. She focused on his brain,
sending out feelers, trying to read his thoughts and trying to tell him she was
no threat.
The
next moment he was beside her, grasping one of her arms, and in one swift move
he had turned her, both hands were behind her back and handcuffed. Her breath
stopped for a moment. The movement had been so sudden she was thrown against
the wall. Her face flattened on the smooth surface. Yet she was glad for that
because the impact brought her back to the reality of this moment. Her mind
cleared for a brief second. For courage she inhaled a swift deep breath.
Manic Reader Review
Rating: 4 1/2 stars out of 5
Reviewer: Alberta
Review:
Meara is a loner, content to
spend time with her computers, without the bother of having too many people
around her. When she turns from hacker to government computer specialist, she
meets Jace, who knows she is his mate, but all he has to do is tell her he is a
panther shape shifter and that she is destined to be his.
There is a lot of dodging
bad guys, dodging another shape shifter, and trying to keep secrets from each
other. In the end, Catching Meara is pretty entertaining, and I liked both
characters, despite Meara’s dysfunctional personality.
ALSO BY CHRISTINE YOUNG
From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody
McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not
gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a
dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot
sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the
strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable
spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was
more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.
Cast adrift after fleeing the
home of Jokul, the ice demon, Atantsi, a firestarter, grew to womanhood as she
moved through time to keep the demon from finding her. Though stubborn and
courageous, she was ill prepared to use powers she had not been taught. Her
first sight of the intoxicating Carr McKenna left her breathless, and her
second encounter gave her hope for a future she never thought she had.
A playboy, a second son and a shifter,
a man who thought his life would be carefree, Carr McKenna was shocked to
discover the woman he’d paid as an escort is a firestarter who is running for
her life. He is the leader of all the McKennas around the world and that he has
multiple powers. His passion for Margo and the need to defend her might cost
him his life as well as hers.
Lyonesse McKenna, was dreaming or
was she? Her family of shapeshiters believed in soul mates. She’d always been
sceptical yet she couldn’t help but question the way her heart sped when he
looked at her.
When Deacon appeared in Las Vegas
he knew his first job was to save Lyn from a Sea Demon, but the next order of
business was to convince her he would someday mean more to her than she’d ever
expected. But her stubborn nature and unbendable spirit consumed Deacon...and
he had to chase away all the demons real and imagined in order to win her
heart.
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