WeWriWa: A Painful Truth . . . SEEKER OF SHADOWS

Could anything be worse than having a fated loved denied? Worse is having to pretend it never existed. When shapeshifter Jacques LaRoche woke up on the docks of New Orleans, all memories before that moment were gone, leaving him to build a new identity, a new life he’s come to enjoy . . . until a lovely visitor from the dangerous North arrives in his bar, stirring up emotions he can’t explain. Dr. Susanna Duchamps comes to New Orleans to right a wrong that denied a good man his freedom and his past. If she can solve a genetic riddle that prevents a future for them together, she can finally tell him a truth too long denied . . . if it’s not already too late. Here’s a sample . . .

Susanna gave up on trying to work, her thoughts fragmented, her emotions, rarely tested or tried, in a knot. Fatigue and sorrow twisted about the sense of blame that refused to let her alone.“Excellent dialogue, fully developed characters, and an engrossing plot. SEEKER OF SHADOWS is what readers wish all paranormal romances could be. Filled with fantastical beings, heartfelt romance, danger, suspense, and the prerequisite happily ever after, this is a novel that no paranormal reader should miss. I highly recommend SEEKER OF SHADOWS and all of the prior books in the series and happily award it an elusive Perfect 10.” –Romance Reviews Today
She’d done the right thing seven years ago, the only thing she could to save them all. There’d been no other choice, no options, and if she hadn’t let him go, instead of pacing the floor in an agony of frustration, he’d be dead. That simple.
But knowing that truth didn’t lessen her pain.
She couldn’t destroy him with the knowledge that had her heart breaking.
Tears burned in her eyes as she watched his restless movements, knowing he struggled against feelings he couldn’t understand. His desire for her wasn’t natural, not like the earthy affection he had for his female staff, yet it couldn’t be broken by distance or anger or the drink he finally reached for. She knew because she felt it, too.
She could still taste him, feel him, smell him. Wanting him growled through her like a hungry beast, terrifying in its strength, devastating in its potential. And it would only get more difficult.
I’ve been busy searching through Deposit Photos for just the perfect graphics to bring Books 4 through 12 back into print with all new covers. What a delightfully delicious journey! Who knew one could get tired of scrolling through “Bare Male Torsos” for just the right graphic to do a hero justice? I’ve finally matched heroes to backgrounds and am sending them off to my fabulous cover genius, Pat Lazarus Art. Now comes the search for the original manuscript and formatting for reissue . . . a happy but exhaustive process. And somewhere I’ll try to find time to return to my romantic suspense that’s on an impatient backburner for the moment. I know, what a wonderful problem to have.
Off to stealthily get the cat carrier ready to take Kitty #2 to the vet tomorrow for x-rays. Time to find out how many teeth have to go and how deep I’m going to have to dig to pay for the lack of them! Sigh . . . Maybe it’s time for Cat Dentures!


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