Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
Date Published: February 2013
Blurb:
Book 3 of the Telepathic Clans Saga, Succubus Rising
The Goddess has plans for Brenna and Rebecca. And the Goddess has a wicked sense of humor.
Rebecca Healy is a true
wilder, growing up with no contact or knowledge of other telepaths.
Discovered by a Clan member on the streets of San Francisco, she felt
like she’d hit the jackpot. Finally, she knew what she was, or at least
she thought she did.
When Brenna O’Donnell,
long-lost heir of the O’Donnell Clan, and the strongest telepath in
history, is returned to her family, she and Rebecca form a tight bond.
Brenna has it all, looks, money, power, and men falling all over her.
Rebecca isn’t jealous,
but it would be nice to find someone who would really love her and stick
around in the morning. She’s intrigued by a handsome South American
general, but of course, he has his sights set on Brenna. Carlos de
Vargas wants more than love. His Clan has its back to the wall, and they
hope for an alliance with O’Donnell. An alliance that would lead to
war.
The story began in The
Succubus Gift and continued in Succubus Unleashed. In Succubus Rising,
questions are answered and new mysteries are revealed.
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Book #2
Book #3
Excerpt:
Brenna
had no choice about taking a limo, so she offered a ride to the group.
They all went out to eat together then rode to the reception. Watching
Jeremy and Margaret over dinner, it became obvious to her they were
falling hard for each other. She counted Jeremy as a close friend and
was happy for him.
Still
fresh to Washington, Brenna enjoyed the reception. It was so much like
being in a movie with all the beautiful dresses and elegant
surroundings. Carlos was the perfect escort, introducing her to many
influential people, and she also made a number of contacts through
Margaret. There was some hostility from a few of the Argentine
telepaths, but the ambassador was very polite. Indeed, he was
complimentary about her work on the Ecuadorian trade treaty and asked
for her card.
Flushed
and feeling quite good, she thanked Carlos for holding her coat as they
prepared to leave. He proposed a place for late drinks and dessert and
Margaret agreed. Rebecca called for the limo and they went outside.
There
was a line of cars waiting, and their limo was fourth in line. As they
waited, she watched the other people standing around. Finally, their car
pulled up, and as Carlos stepped forward she had a flash of danger from
the entrance of the embassy.
“Gun,” Rebecca cried.
Jeremy
pushed Margaret behind him and leapt at Carlos, pushing him. Brenna
located the woman holding the gun and smashed her shields, seizing
control of her mind, but it took far longer than it normally did, and
she was too late to stop her pulling the trigger. The shot sounded very
loud, and she saw Jeremy and Carlos fall.
JEREMY! A mental scream assaulted the minds of all who were able to hear it.
Rebecca
jumped toward the shooter, wresting the pistol from her hand. O’Donnell
Protectors swarmed the scene along with the security guards from the
embassy. Hands urged Brenna into the limo, and she resisted only long
enough to make sure Margaret was with her. She saw Rebecca grab the
shooter and physically pick her up and carry her to the car, throwing
her in the open trunk. One of the Protectors slammed it shut while a
line of O’Donnell Protectors stopped several men who attempted to follow
her.
Clambering
into the limo, Brenna saw Carlos who was pale but alert. Jeremy lay
against the far door, holding his arm and covered in blood.
Margaret frantically scrambled toward him, but Rebecca restrained her.
“Let
Brenna see to him,” Rebecca spoke into Margaret’s ear, “she’s a healer.
He’s only wounded and it’s not too bad. He’ll be okay, Margaret, he’ll
be okay.” She tried to enter the older woman’s mind to calm her, but
found shields blocking her.
My God, Brenna, she’s a telepath.
I know. She’s the one who screamed,
Brenna answered. Then she entered Jeremy’s mind and sought out the
wound. He’d taken the bullet in the right bicep, but it missed the bone.
She searched for any damage to major veins or arteries and didn’t find
any. A huge sense of relief rushed through her and she started working
on shutting off the bleeding. The other Protector in the back of the
limo with them handed her a pressure bandage.
I need two. It’s all the way through,
she told him. He fumbled in his kit and handed her another. She got
Jeremy out of his jacket and ripped the sleeve of his shirt, exposing
the wounds. She applied the pressure bandages and then took the roll of
tape the Protector handed her. The wound covered, she began shutting off
the bleeding with her Healing Gift.
Do we need a hospital? Rebecca asked.
No, Brenna answered. The limo took a turn and she knew it was headed for the O’Donnell compound.
Two
healers were awaiting them when they arrived. She turned Jeremy over to
them and looked down at the blood on her dress. It would never come out
of the silk.
“Well,
this was an expensive evening,” she said to no one in particular.
Turning around she found the rest of her party standing in the foyer.
Rebecca still held Margaret and Carlos stood with Protectors close
around him.
“He’s okay,” she told them and saw them relax. “Where’s the bitch who shot Jeremy?”
“On her way to the basement,” Rebecca told her. “Do you still have her mind?”
“Yeah. Margaret, Jeremy is going to be all right. The wound isn’t very bad. Do you understand me? He’s going to be all right.”
Townsend stared at Brenna, wide-eyed and confused.
Margaret, Jeremy’s going to be okay. He’s not badly hurt, Brenna sent on a spear.
“Oh my God. What are you?” the congresswoman asked, terror filled her voice.
I’m a telepath, just like you are. Margaret, we’re the good guys. Please, let us help you.
“A telepath?” Margaret said, her face blank and her eyes wild.
Brenna
could feel the chaos in the woman’s mind. Using her O’Donnell Gift as
carefully and gently as she could, she found her way through weaknesses
in the woman’s shields and managed to lay a comfort on her. Margaret
calmed, and the tension seemed to drain out of her body. She slumped and
Rebecca held her up. Two Protectors picked her up and carried her to an
upstairs bedroom.
Excerpt:
Brenna
had no choice about taking a limo, so she offered a ride to the group.
They all went out to eat together then rode to the reception. Watching
Jeremy and Margaret over dinner, it became obvious to her they were
falling hard for each other. She counted Jeremy as a close friend and
was happy for him.
Still
fresh to Washington, Brenna enjoyed the reception. It was so much like
being in a movie with all the beautiful dresses and elegant
surroundings. Carlos was the perfect escort, introducing her to many
influential people, and she also made a number of contacts through
Margaret. There was some hostility from a few of the Argentine
telepaths, but the ambassador was very polite. Indeed, he was
complimentary about her work on the Ecuadorian trade treaty and asked
for her card.
Flushed
and feeling quite good, she thanked Carlos for holding her coat as they
prepared to leave. He proposed a place for late drinks and dessert and
Margaret agreed. Rebecca called for the limo and they went outside.
There
was a line of cars waiting, and their limo was fourth in line. As they
waited, she watched the other people standing around. Finally, their car
pulled up, and as Carlos stepped forward she had a flash of danger from
the entrance of the embassy.
“Gun,” Rebecca cried.
Jeremy
pushed Margaret behind him and leapt at Carlos, pushing him. Brenna
located the woman holding the gun and smashed her shields, seizing
control of her mind, but it took far longer than it normally did, and
she was too late to stop her pulling the trigger. The shot sounded very
loud, and she saw Jeremy and Carlos fall.
JEREMY! A mental scream assaulted the minds of all who were able to hear it.
Rebecca
jumped toward the shooter, wresting the pistol from her hand. O’Donnell
Protectors swarmed the scene along with the security guards from the
embassy. Hands urged Brenna into the limo, and she resisted only long
enough to make sure Margaret was with her. She saw Rebecca grab the
shooter and physically pick her up and carry her to the car, throwing
her in the open trunk. One of the Protectors slammed it shut while a
line of O’Donnell Protectors stopped several men who attempted to follow
her.
Clambering
into the limo, Brenna saw Carlos who was pale but alert. Jeremy lay
against the far door, holding his arm and covered in blood.
Margaret frantically scrambled toward him, but Rebecca restrained her.
“Let
Brenna see to him,” Rebecca spoke into Margaret’s ear, “she’s a healer.
He’s only wounded and it’s not too bad. He’ll be okay, Margaret, he’ll
be okay.” She tried to enter the older woman’s mind to calm her, but
found shields blocking her.
My God, Brenna, she’s a telepath.
I know. She’s the one who screamed,
Brenna answered. Then she entered Jeremy’s mind and sought out the
wound. He’d taken the bullet in the right bicep, but it missed the bone.
She searched for any damage to major veins or arteries and didn’t find
any. A huge sense of relief rushed through her and she started working
on shutting off the bleeding. The other Protector in the back of the
limo with them handed her a pressure bandage.
I need two. It’s all the way through,
she told him. He fumbled in his kit and handed her another. She got
Jeremy out of his jacket and ripped the sleeve of his shirt, exposing
the wounds. She applied the pressure bandages and then took the roll of
tape the Protector handed her. The wound covered, she began shutting off
the bleeding with her Healing Gift.
Do we need a hospital? Rebecca asked.
No, Brenna answered. The limo took a turn and she knew it was headed for the O’Donnell compound.
Two
healers were awaiting them when they arrived. She turned Jeremy over to
them and looked down at the blood on her dress. It would never come out
of the silk.
“Well,
this was an expensive evening,” she said to no one in particular.
Turning around she found the rest of her party standing in the foyer.
Rebecca still held Margaret and Carlos stood with Protectors close
around him.
“He’s okay,” she told them and saw them relax. “Where’s the bitch who shot Jeremy?”
“On her way to the basement,” Rebecca told her. “Do you still have her mind?”
“Yeah. Margaret, Jeremy is going to be all right. The wound isn’t very bad. Do you understand me? He’s going to be all right.”
Townsend stared at Brenna, wide-eyed and confused.
Margaret, Jeremy’s going to be okay. He’s not badly hurt, Brenna sent on a spear.
“Oh my God. What are you?” the congresswoman asked, terror filled her voice.
I’m a telepath, just like you are. Margaret, we’re the good guys. Please, let us help you.
“A telepath?” Margaret said, her face blank and her eyes wild.
Brenna
could feel the chaos in the woman’s mind. Using her O’Donnell Gift as
carefully and gently as she could, she found her way through weaknesses
in the woman’s shields and managed to lay a comfort on her. Margaret
calmed, and the tension seemed to drain out of her body. She slumped and
Rebecca held her up. Two Protectors picked her up and carried her to an
upstairs bedroom.
About the author:
I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade,
ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I
worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a
career working with computers.
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I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade,
ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I
worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a
career working with computers.
I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains.
I’ve skied since high school and I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to
travel, though I haven’t done enough of it. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico,
not enough of England.
Amsterdam is
amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. Lake Tahoe is a favorite, and
someday I’d like to see Banff in Canada.
I have a very significant other, two cats and two Basset Hounds. I’m currently
living in Baltimore, nine blocks from the
harbor, but still own a home in New
Mexico that I see too infrequently.
Check 'em out:
Website: http://brkingsolver.com
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