Sunday Snippet!

Today's Sunday snippet comes from my upcoming Paranormal Romance Blood Witch. The cover reveal is March 18 and the will be out sometime this spring!She grabbed Persuasion by Jane Austen off the bedside table, and after bunching her pillows around her, she started reading. Lately her only comfort was Miss. Austen. Persuasion was her favorite below Pride & Prejudice. Before her new life had started, she felt her life was exactly like Anne Elliot. She was no beauty and her family cared little for her. Except to help pay bills, they really had no use for her. She had always been the odd one out. So when Rich had introduced her to the Opposite Side she thought she had stepped into a fairy tale.
                She was getting to the part when Anne finally left to Bath to be with her father and older sister 
when her phone rang. Irritated she looked at the number, and noticed it didn’t have an ID. “Hello?”
                “Leslie,” whispered a small-frightened voice. “Here in Snelling, is rogue werebear. Hurry, help.”
                It sounded like a troll. “Where are you?” She jotted down what he hissed to her quickly before hanging up.
                She didn’t like to drive much, she liked being in the passenger seat, but driving made her nervous. The whole reason she learned is that she could stop relying on people to take her places. And right at the moment she was angry with Collin and Patrick. She arrived in Snelling thirty-five minutes later, as the sun started to rise. She drove down the quiet main street passing the main store and the once Freezie burger place. Her GPS told her to take a right, and so she did. When she finally stopped she pulled up beside the river. Frowning, she checked her gun before getting out of the car. Magic is good, but sometimes it still doesn’t stop certain things. Taking a deep breath, she got out of the car and started walking to the edge.
                She looked around for a bit and finally found a trail down to the river. The trail turned rough and sharp sloping down. She gave out a small prayer to the Goddess and started down. Her feet slid out under her once, but she end up catching herself. The fact that she made it to the bottom alive seemed a huge miracle for her. She paused looking at the slow moving water. The river was high, but not as high as it would be in a month when the snow really started to melt. Other then the wet sounds of the river the night seemed eerily quit.
                She closed her eyes, and sniffed the air. Very unhuman, she never did it with the others around. She smelt human sweat, river water, dead leaves, new growth, mud, a decomposing animal, and blood. She turned towards the smell, and started walking. She finally came to a small dilapidated shack after about half a mile. The brush and undergrowth seemed heavier here, and she had to cut through it quietly knowing she was probably doing a bad job at it. Rustling to her left made her pull her gun. It got closer as she undid the safety. She smelt and felt power, and then those lively greenish gold eyes blinked at her over the muzzle of her gun.