Jesse Alexander, #1
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Date Published: May 11, 2017
During Starfall, magic flooded the Earth and destroyed most technology while humans developed strange new powers. As the scion of a male-dominated clan, Jesse should have risen to become a hero.
One disastrous choice ruins her hopes for the future.
To forget about her life as an assassin, she heads to the dying coasts of Florida. Unfortunately, a chance encounter with a Starfall stone and the Siberian tiger shifter after it thrusts her into the limelight. Escaping Nate’s sights is only the beginning of her woes.
When two dangerous Starfall stones are stolen, it’s up to Jesse to recover them. Should she fail, she’ll only be the first to succumb to the rogue stones’ powers.
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Most men
hated when I defied them. My opponent waited, intriguing me when he hesitated
to force me out of his way so he could take what he wanted. Men liked to think
they ruled, and in their opinion, the strongest men got the best women, and
that was that.
Wise men
realized some women conquered their own mountains and tossed off every man who
challenged them.
One day,
I’d figure out where I stood in the grand scheme of things. I’d been raised to
be a man, a warrior above other men, the strength and pride of my clan. I
should have become a man when I had turned ten, but thanks to my stupidity, I
had ended up a woman instead.
Remembering
pissed me off enough I either needed another beer, a fight, or both.
“Move.”
The bar
cleared out, and Petey numbered among those bailing. I arched a brow, shrugged,
and reached across the bar to snag myself another beer, careful not to touch
the Starfall stone. “When I’m done drinking my beer, I’ll move.”
Within a
minute, Oyster Bay emptied, leaving me with the three cloaked figures and a man
at the other end of the bar too stupid to run or too brave for his own good.
When he spotted me looking in his direction, he lifted his bottle in a salute.
Men were a
dime a dozen, but sometimes, a pretty one came around, and my flavor of the
month was tall, dark, and handsome enough to remind me there were a few perks
to being a woman. He smirked at me, likely anticipating the fireworks from the
stone or the brewing fight between me and the three men who wanted it.
I liked his
mouth, and my gaze locked on his lips before I managed to force my attention
back to my trio of unwanted guests.
Outside,
thunder rumbled, rain pattered on the bar’s metal roof, and the storm stirred
the ocean’s ire, splashing salt water against my feet.
“Move.” The
man took one step forward, and his voice remained emotionless and calm.
“Cheers,” I
said, lifting my bottle towards my lone spectator. If he wanted a show, I’d
give him one, and when I was finished with the three men determined to invade
my personal space, I’d leave him a little memento to remember me by. I scooted
my stool back, stepped into the water, and met my adversary’s gaze.
I set my
beer down beside the Starfall stone. “You’re not going to let me finish my beer
in peace, are you?”
He took
another step and leaned forward, his breath hot on my face. “No.”
Walking
away would’ve been smart. Leaving the Starfall stone to burst and cause mayhem
without me in the general vicinity would have been wise. Instead, I unsheathed
my sword and rammed the pommel into his gut.
I smiled and went to work.
All I’d leave for him were bruises and his life. He didn’t deserve anything
else from me, not even a scar.
About the Author
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.
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