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featuring my book, In His Sights, Shifter Clans Book 1
Read my excerpt below then return to Coffee Time Romance
by clicking the image to answer a question.
Happy reading and good luck!
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Excerpt from In His Sights ~
“Hey, Charity,” Brennon said. “I see you’ve met my cousin, Mason.”
“Not really. We just ran into one another.” Trying not to notice the smile on Mason’s too-handsome face, she focused on Brennon.
“Oh, well then, let me introduce you properly. Charity, this is my cousin and clan leader, Mason Wegi. Mason, Charity Masters.”
Clan leader? He seems much too young for that position.
She knew little about the surrounding tribes and their interaction with the government. Looked as if she was about to gain some knowledge in that area.
Mason’s smile became impossibly wider, and more appealing than should have been legal. “A pleasure.” He nodded his head, the swish of his hair swaying in ebony waves around his shoulders. He
was dressed casually in another t-shirt, this one hunter green. She envied the caress his nicely faded blue jeans gave his hips and legs. Well-worn cowboy boots peeked out from the hem of his denim.
Keep your head where it belongs—on this project!
Charity nodded in return. Before she could ask about his presence, Brennon spoke out while directing the others into a meeting room. “We should get comfortable. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can begin to accomplish something.” He held out his arm, indicating Charity proceed into the room.
As she entered, heading for a seat, she heard whispers pass between the cousins before they too came in to sit down. She was intrigued about this entire situation, and now even more so with Mason and Brennon in tow. She was the only woman in the group—again— as nine others sat around the table in the meeting room.
Introductions were made all around. Brennon sat at the head, Mason flanking him on one side and Christopher on the other. Charity was next to Mason, and she tried not to let him affect her in the least. Not his subtle yet commanding presence, nor that damn enticing scent, nor the fact that even though she tried to focus on Brennon as he spoke, Mason was in her direct line of sight.
“…and that’s why we’ve upped your security clearance to the highest level, Charity.”
Charity blinked several times and turned her attention to Christopher who had spoken.
“I’m sorry, what? Upped my security clearance? My level is Top Secret, as high as it can go. What else is there beyond that? Unless you’re talking about letting me tour Area 51,” she joked.
Obviously most didn’t think it was funny as she glanced at several stoic faces around the table. All except for Mason and Brennon who had grins on their adorable faces.
Christopher cleared his throat and began again. “Charity, you’ve been granted TS/SCI by the commanders of NETCOM and AIC for the project you’re about to take part in.”
AIC was the Army Intelligence Center, which she had already been a part of, and NETCOM was where her brother, Jake had worked. TS/SCI meant Top Secret/Sensitive Compartmented Information.
So how did civilians such as Mason and Brennon get to be here, privy to this project? Her curiosity just ratchetted up a few more notches.
“Okay,” she started hesitantly. “And I suppose you’re going to tell me what big secrets are in store for me with this SCI?”
“We are indeed,” Brennon said. “Charity, what you’re about to learn does not go beyond these doors. Besides the people present here, very few others on base have knowledge of what you’re about to
learn.”
“I’m honored to be included in your club, and I know all-too well how to keep secrets, so could you end the suspense already and just tell me what the hell is going on?”
Charity didn’t miss the chuckle Mason and Christopher tried to contain. Nor the exasperated looks from the six other men. Nor the full-on smile from Brennon before he spoke out.
“Charity, you’re about to be pulled into the world of shifters.”
As she blinked, trying to let the words sink in, they just didn’t compute. “Is this where you cue the dramatic music right before you all start laughing?” She looked around to assess if this was some kind
of joke, but no one was laughing. Or smiling now, for that matter.
“It’s true, Charity,” Brennon said softly.
“I’m sorry, what? Shifters?”
“There are beings with the ability to change their form into that of an animal. We’ve lived among humans for centuries, and only recently—”
“We? As in you? You’re a shifter?” When he simply nodded,
Charity shook her head. “I’m usually more level-headed about life, and I’m trying really hard to wrap my head around this information.” She turned to Mason, knowing the answer to her question before she
even asked. “And you? You’re also a shifter?”
His face was all-too serious now instead of grinning with mischief. “I am. Clan leader of the Tohono O’odham tribe and hawk shifter.”
Understanding set in and Charity was momentarily speechless.
It was him! He was the hawk I’ve been seeing. The hawk that saved me.
“Hey, Charity,” Brennon said. “I see you’ve met my cousin, Mason.”
“Not really. We just ran into one another.” Trying not to notice the smile on Mason’s too-handsome face, she focused on Brennon.
“Oh, well then, let me introduce you properly. Charity, this is my cousin and clan leader, Mason Wegi. Mason, Charity Masters.”
Clan leader? He seems much too young for that position.
She knew little about the surrounding tribes and their interaction with the government. Looked as if she was about to gain some knowledge in that area.
Mason’s smile became impossibly wider, and more appealing than should have been legal. “A pleasure.” He nodded his head, the swish of his hair swaying in ebony waves around his shoulders. He
was dressed casually in another t-shirt, this one hunter green. She envied the caress his nicely faded blue jeans gave his hips and legs. Well-worn cowboy boots peeked out from the hem of his denim.
Keep your head where it belongs—on this project!
Charity nodded in return. Before she could ask about his presence, Brennon spoke out while directing the others into a meeting room. “We should get comfortable. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can begin to accomplish something.” He held out his arm, indicating Charity proceed into the room.
As she entered, heading for a seat, she heard whispers pass between the cousins before they too came in to sit down. She was intrigued about this entire situation, and now even more so with Mason and Brennon in tow. She was the only woman in the group—again— as nine others sat around the table in the meeting room.
Introductions were made all around. Brennon sat at the head, Mason flanking him on one side and Christopher on the other. Charity was next to Mason, and she tried not to let him affect her in the least. Not his subtle yet commanding presence, nor that damn enticing scent, nor the fact that even though she tried to focus on Brennon as he spoke, Mason was in her direct line of sight.
“…and that’s why we’ve upped your security clearance to the highest level, Charity.”
Charity blinked several times and turned her attention to Christopher who had spoken.
“I’m sorry, what? Upped my security clearance? My level is Top Secret, as high as it can go. What else is there beyond that? Unless you’re talking about letting me tour Area 51,” she joked.
Obviously most didn’t think it was funny as she glanced at several stoic faces around the table. All except for Mason and Brennon who had grins on their adorable faces.
Christopher cleared his throat and began again. “Charity, you’ve been granted TS/SCI by the commanders of NETCOM and AIC for the project you’re about to take part in.”
AIC was the Army Intelligence Center, which she had already been a part of, and NETCOM was where her brother, Jake had worked. TS/SCI meant Top Secret/Sensitive Compartmented Information.
So how did civilians such as Mason and Brennon get to be here, privy to this project? Her curiosity just ratchetted up a few more notches.
“Okay,” she started hesitantly. “And I suppose you’re going to tell me what big secrets are in store for me with this SCI?”
“We are indeed,” Brennon said. “Charity, what you’re about to learn does not go beyond these doors. Besides the people present here, very few others on base have knowledge of what you’re about to
learn.”
“I’m honored to be included in your club, and I know all-too well how to keep secrets, so could you end the suspense already and just tell me what the hell is going on?”
Charity didn’t miss the chuckle Mason and Christopher tried to contain. Nor the exasperated looks from the six other men. Nor the full-on smile from Brennon before he spoke out.
“Charity, you’re about to be pulled into the world of shifters.”
As she blinked, trying to let the words sink in, they just didn’t compute. “Is this where you cue the dramatic music right before you all start laughing?” She looked around to assess if this was some kind
of joke, but no one was laughing. Or smiling now, for that matter.
“It’s true, Charity,” Brennon said softly.
“I’m sorry, what? Shifters?”
“There are beings with the ability to change their form into that of an animal. We’ve lived among humans for centuries, and only recently—”
“We? As in you? You’re a shifter?” When he simply nodded,
Charity shook her head. “I’m usually more level-headed about life, and I’m trying really hard to wrap my head around this information.” She turned to Mason, knowing the answer to her question before she
even asked. “And you? You’re also a shifter?”
His face was all-too serious now instead of grinning with mischief. “I am. Clan leader of the Tohono O’odham tribe and hawk shifter.”
Understanding set in and Charity was momentarily speechless.
It was him! He was the hawk I’ve been seeing. The hawk that saved me.