In the next few days, I will have R.E. Sheahan on the blog! Hopefully by the end you and I will know all about her and her debut Storm of Arranon! So what do you say we get started off with the blurb and excerpt?
Beneath Erynn's petite build, curly red hair, and startling blue eyes, lies a deeply hidden secret.If the truth about her were revealed, her life would be in danger. Her dream to be a fighter pilot would tailspin,crash, and burst into flames.and now for an excerpt!
Jaer's wise brown eyes reflect his smoldering strength. An enigma, charismatic and moody, he is a physically powerful warrior who defends his world. A warrior afraid to love because of mistakes in his past.
When the presence of a marauding alien society is discovered on their planets, a struggle of life and death begins. Both Erynn and Jaer's worlds face annihilation.
A mysterious force plunges Erynn into Jaer's cold, dangerous, and beautiful world with its magical essence and living consciousness. Both the alien enemy and this strange inexplicable power purse Erynn.
The ship was directly over them, above the cloud cover. The hum of engines hesitated. Erynn imagined the scan touching her, hot and stinging, setting her on fire.
Would they just start firing on us from the ship’s weaponry? Did they want me alive or would my lifeless body be good enough?
She glanced around and blocked the groan building in her throat.
Make that fourteen lifeless bodies.
She held her breath. The night stilled, the air around her thickened with the scent of hot ozone. A low thrum reverberated in her bones. Her eardrums vibrated uncomfortably. Under the throb, she heard the droning rise in pitch. Engines accelerated. The distance between them and ship quickly lengthened. The pulsing sensation in her ears eased. Erynn exhaled and stared wide-eyed at men on caporas packed in around her.
The ship scanned us, assumed we were one of the larger animals, or a herd. That was why we rode so closely packed.
“Camouflaged,” she whispered. “That was incredible.”
Jaer glanced back. “I told you I could take care of this. You should trust me.”
“I do trust you.” She jerked her head toward the sky. “It’s them I don’t trust.” Erynn recognized how badly this would have gone had they run as she suggested. “I would have never thought of trying something like that.” She craned her neck around his shoulder to look at his face. “How do you know these things?”
He smiled. “On Arranon, you can learn from the life around you. Simple tricks. I have seen kinnen join a group of bonthar to escape a predator. The kinnen hop into the center of a family of bonthar feeding on grass and young leaves.” He shrugged. “Hidden. Nothing attacks bonthar. Not even the katjaramuud.”
Erynn tipped her head, still watching him. The sound of his voice resonated, touched a deep region in her she didn’t know existed. “Why?” She only expected one answer to this double-edged question.
Jaer laughed, further waking that unexplored territory in her. “Bonthar have barbed quills that carry a poison. It does not kill, but will cause an unpleasant illness. They also release a thick, noxious spray.” He shivered, shaking his head.
“Ah,” Erynn chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve had a close encounter.”
“More than one,” he mumbled, still grinning. “As a child, did you . . . experiment with your surroundings, and get yourself into troubling situations?”
“Oh constantly.” She laughed lightly.
“Yes, I believe you did.” Jaer’s amusement tickled along her nerves.
On the next pass, the ship was to her right, the course shifting away from them. The caporas continued their unhurried gait until the rumble of engines was once more only a distant low drone.
Jaer signaled to his men. “Hold on,” he said again.
Erynn put her arms around Jaer. The caporas separated. She felt the animal tense under her. Powerful muscles exploded into action, urged into a gallop. The gait was smooth and agile, the stride long. She held on, carried swiftly over the packed soil of the trail. They rode at this speed for a long time, the caporas never tiring.
The tops of the trees turned gold with the rising sun. Chattering and whooping sounds joined the soft chirping, keeping a rhythm with hooves on solid ground. Erynn was so intent on the colors and sounds of the dawn she almost missed the first sight of the city.
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