Jace McKenna was an enigma, a loner, impossibly
handsome, sincere and committed. The Apache
shapeshifter blood running through his veins burned hotter than the blistering
Sierra Madre sun.
Review:
"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.
REVIEW:
Carin for My Reading
Obsession
Sweet Sexy Sadie is a
quick read with a fun plot line, Sadie is researching the migration of
butterflies for her thesis she meets Brody when her car overheats in the desert
pretty soon the car isn't the only thing overheating. Sadie also has a stalker
of a paranormal variety.
The action happens quick
and without a lot of back story to have this come out novella length. I enjoyed
the chemistry that is immediate between Brody and Sadie. I liked the paranormal
element to her stalker and the bond that Sadie and Brody share to overcome the
trials in their path to happiness.
This time of year with
the kids in school you have lots of chances to sit and wait this is the perfect
length book for those times and you can get in a fun love story while you are
at it.
BLURB:
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.
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