Between The Trees
Chastity
Point Series
Book
II
M.E. Yildirim
M.E. Yildirim
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: June 27, 2014
Number of pages: 474
Word Count: 153933
Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet
Book Description:
Ciarán Blane had always been a
soldier. It was the only way of life he knew. But he hadn't been an average
warrior, since he was not even an ordinary man to begin with. He was something
more than human, carrying a wild beast within, akin to a werewolf-like creature
straight from legends and myths...
Except he was very real.
Ciarán was a highly trained
sniper who was sent into the thick of the fray, when basic human senses were
failing. He was also an executioner for his own kind, when they lost all
semblance of a civilized being and had gone rogue. After years of dealing in
death, he was on the cusp of losing his own humanity in favor to his ferocious
nature. And once that happened, nothing but death awaited him...
Danielle Kendrick had planned her
whole life up to the smallest detail, only to helplessly watch all her dreams
and hopes unravel and crumple at her feet. All of it being merely the outcome
of one catastrophic moment, when the truth had been revealed in all its ugly
glory. Not the truth about her, but her older brother, who turned out to be a
far cry from the person everybody thought he was.
After his death, all his sins
fell on Dani's shoulders, in the blink of an eye costing her the loss of
family, friends, a house and a dream career. But fate was not yet done with her
and kept testing her by placing more challenges in her way. Was Ciarán going to
be one of too many and her final downfall at once?
Being the mate to a savage alpha
male would be hard enough but he was the very person, who was the catalyst
behind her life falling apart. Was Danielle going to be able see past that and
trust the intimidating man, who seemed to be nothing more than a hardened
killer, possessing the same traits she despised in her own brother?
Will she turn her back on Ciarán
and by doing that, damn them both?
Was a dominant male, used to
having his way in every aspect of life, be able to rein in his primal instinct
for a love he doesn't believe in? Or does the hunter turn into the very thing
he hated and become the prey instead?
Book
Trailer http://youtu.be/qaKesrO1TVc
Available at Amazon
Excerpt from
Chapter 7
She
switched the light on at the same moment a low, masculine voice broke the
stillness of the evening.
“I can see you've had a great
time.” Ciarán stated, and she gasped, swiveling on her heel to look at him.
He was seated near the window, in
a masculine sprawl, in which he seemed to own the chair. His legs were crossed
at the ankles, and his hands laced behind his head, giving him an utterly
relaxed look.
Top of his black shirt was
unbuttoned, and it seemed he felt perfectly unfettered in her room, making it
his personal space.
“Ciarán.” She said, pressing the
palm of hand to her wildly galloping heart. “I didn't expect to see you here.”
“Ah, who did you expect then?” He
asked in an indifferent tone of voice that made her suspicious on the spot.
She took a closer look at him and
regretted it right away. His eyes were cold, inhuman, and they gave her chills.
His nostrils were flaring in an unmistakable way, she already knew the meaning
of now, and a feeling of mortification speared through her like a bullet.
“Stop this.” She whispered,
humiliated.
It seemed too… intimate that he
could scent her, felt like a violation of her privacy, and she didn't know how
to protect herself against it.
Against him.
But whatever tale his sensitive
nose was spinning for him, it only seemed to make him angrier. Dani had no idea
where her knowledge was coming from, but she was convinced Ciarán was teetering
on the very fine edge of his control.
And it scared her as nothing else
ever had.
“I don't appreciate you smelling
me. I don't like it at all.” She snapped, when her inner voice was screaming at
her not to provoke him more.
To turn around and get out of
Dodge before it will be too late.
Too late for what? she asked
herself, but no answer was forthcoming.
“And I don't like the particular
scent attached to you now.” He growled lowering his arms and sitting up, making
her take an involuntary step back.
He smirked noticing it, but the
anger rolling off his massive body didn't ease up a bit. It was nearly
palpable, suffocating her with its strength.
“Then leave, it's my room.” She
swallowed audibly.
Dani had no idea what was up with
him tonight, but she was not going to back down. All of a sudden it became
imperative to her that she no longer permitted people to walk all over her.
“You are in a strange kind of
mood Ciarán.” She noticed.
“You think so?” He rasped
quietly, staring at her without blinking.
“You are toying with me, when I
don't even know the rules of this game.” Dani said with dignity.
If he were going to behave
enigmatically, without really saying a thing, she was the one who was going to
leave the room, or even the house if need be, she decided.
“We will get to playing, but
first tell me, who was that?” He demanded in a rational voice that started to
grate on her nerves.
He was interrogating her, just
like her brother used to, and she felt a bile of nausea rising in her throat at
the memory.
“You have no right to ask me any
questions. You've brought me back to Chastity Point, but as I was saying
before, you don't need to feel responsible for me. I am a big girl Ciarán, I
can take care of myself.” Dani answered, straightening her spine and forcing
herself to look into his dead eyes.
The lack of any sign of life in
them was terrifying, but she just couldn't glance away. If eyes were windows to
the soul, did it mean his was barren as well? she wondered.
“Oh, but I have every right, so
let me ask you one more time. Who. Was. That?” He emphasized every word as if
she were too stupid to understand it at the first time.
He linked the fingers of both
hands like a pianist preparing himself for a solo concert. There was some
sharpened alertness to him that seemed honed to perfection, like the most
lethal of blades.
“I am done with this
conversation.” She muttered and turned around to leave the room.
She didn't hear any movement
behind her, but when she touched the doorknob his palm suddenly slapped the
surface of the door, making it impossible for her to open it up.
“Please, let me go.” Her throat
has instantly dried up and she couldn't swallow easily.
“Let you go?” He barked out a
short laugh devoid of any trace of humor. “I'm afraid this option is
unacceptable.”
“What do you want from me?” She
asked, coming to a standstill, when he pressed his body more heavily into hers,
surrounding her with his heat.
Her mind kept telling her it
shouldn't be under these circumstances, but she was starting to get frantic,
and couldn't focus on anything except getting away from him.
“So many options… I will show you
why you should have never come to me with the scent of another male on your
body.” He growled into her ear, before grazing her neck with his teeth.
Her body bucked, and she tried to
make him release her, but he just turned her around instead. She gasped at the
swiftness of his motion.
Her back was pinned against the
door now, with his weight keeping her in place. Ciarán's hand manacled her arms
above her head. She tried to dislodge him, but it was a futile attempt.
Her head snapped up and she
looked into his eyes, hoping to find something there which could explain any of
this.
Her breath left her, because his
eyes were red.
About
the Author:
M.E. Yildirim is a Public
Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math
and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is
the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and
taught her not to judge a book by its cover.
She lives with head full of
voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their
tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and
will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has
worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the
Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and
building up her characters and stories.
M.E. believes that books are for
smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've
already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in
her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters
she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage
of that fact.
Tour
giveaway
5 ebook copies Between the Trees
No comments:
Post a Comment