Half human and half Tah’Narian, Szin doesn’t fit with either race. His appearance is mainly human, but he’s able to have a young. Unfortunately, that’s his only Tah’Narian characteristic. He’s smaller and weaker than other young.
Szin’s eighteenth birthday has passed and time’s running out. He has to stop his childhood friend, Takeo, from making the worst mistake of his life: claiming Szin as a mate. Takeo deserves an equal who’s as fierce as he is, something Szin most certainly is not.
Since before Takeo was born, he’s known Szin was his. Nothing and no one, not even Szin, is going to stand in the way of claiming his mate. He understands Szin feels he isn’t good enough, and he’ll do anything to convince Szin otherwise. Including taking drastic measures to ensure his mate listens.
Takeo is the ultimate blend of human, Tah’Narian, and Onfrevian DNA. He’s pure predator, and his sights are set on his mate.
“Takeo, you need to put me
down.”
Takeo swatted Szin’s ass.
“You don’t give the orders here.”
“How’s this, then? Either get
me on my feet, or I’m liable to throw up all down the back of you. Not kidding
here.”
A rumbling, ominous noise
sounded, one Takeo wasn’t sure a body was supposed to make. That got his
attention. Without hesitation he set Szin back on his feet. Szin turned green,
and Takeo quickly grabbed Szin’s wrist and rubbed a spot on it.
Szin sighed and delicately
rubbed his stomach.
“You okay now?” Takeo asked.
“Yeah, much. Neat little
trick. I really thought I was going to spew.”
Takeo frowned. Szin was
trembling and pale. A simple stun shouldn’t have done that, nor should have
what he injected Szin with. “What did you eat last?”
“Um, I think….” Szin rubbed
his forehead. “Icing off the birthday cake right before I went to bed.”
Takeo wanted to shake Szin.
“Do you mean to tell me that after two big slices—with loads of that homemade
ice cream your dad made—you were eating icing straight? No wonder you feel
nauseated.”
Szin glared at Takeo. “Yeah,
it couldn’t have anything to do with being stunned, then injected with
something to knock me out, right? No possible connection there.”
M.A. Church is a true
Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she
spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on
far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country
boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s
gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s
exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved
Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch
tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks
are very outspoken. She’s married to
her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
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Well, that was an interesting excerpt - gave my some sympathy stomach upset, though. ;-)
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I really really loved The Harvest series (read it twice in the last year). I'm really looking forward to reading their kids stories =)
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