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This snippet is from my just released fantasy romance: Shapeling Trilogy Book Two: Fawn: Master

Planting the Stetson on his head, he tipped the brow with his index finger, and smiled. "I'll check in on you later." He left the kitchen.

Fawn wanted to melt. Never had her emotions been in such turmoil. Don't let me fall for a human, she begged her heart.

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Set up:  This snippet is from Book Two in the Shapeling Trilogy. Fawn is a shapeling female and she's just had a serious accident while in the form of a feral horse.Tentative release date is October 1, 2011.

Her back hoof hit a mud pocket and she went down, throwing Wade sideways off her back. Shooting pain raced up her hind leg and she squealed. Wade jumped to his feet, sluicing mud from his body. He bent over her, "My God, No! No! Please God, let her be okay."

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Set up:  This snippet is from a WIP. In Book One of Shapeling Trilogy, I introduced Fawn Woods. In Book Two, she gets to tell her story. The Thirteen co-Princes have sent her on a mission to Cortez, Colorado to become caretaker to Zoe, a troubled seven year old girl, and housekeeper at Dream Catcher Ranch. Wade Spencer, the child's father and ranch owner, had expected the employment agency to send a matronly type, not a raven-haired beauty who looks like she should be on the cover of a romance novel. In this scene, he's just met her at the airport.

Wade led her to his decades old, rusty Ford pickup, and set her suitcases in the back. Sam, his ancient hound, sat stoically in the bed of the truck among a bale of hay, ropes of varying lengths, a tool chest, and several empty coke cans. When she reached to pet Sam, Wade warned, "Careful; he don't take well to strangers."

As if to make him a liar, Sam sidled over to the woman's hand and licked it like she was his best friend.

"Now, aren't you a sweetheart," she cooed, while Sam shivered and wagged his tail uncontrollably.

The dog actually cried when she turned to enter the cab.

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For the time being, Perky's in cryogenics whether she likes it or not. This week, we get another peek at Roth. Ahhhh, I'm in love.

From: Shapeling Trilogy Book One: Roth: Protector

Roth glanced at the glow in the eastern sky. Soon the edge of the sun would appear. He smiled and walked the short distance to the Cave of Thirteen. At the exact moment the sun made its appearance, he stepped inside the cave lit by fire torches. Reverently, he approached the Thirteen and knelt, speaking the Prayer of Respect, "May the embers of truth always glow."

"Rise, Roth," commanded the Prominent Prince.

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Instead of continuing Perky's interrogation of Wells Ashby, here's a snippet from my just released ebook and soon to be available paperback:
Shapeling Trilogy Book One: Roth: Protector

Set up:
Roth Beowolf is about to receive an important mission from his elders.

Roth soared high again, intent on reaching the Cave of Thirteen before sunrise. He arrived in record time. Gently landing and pulling his wings closed, he lowered his head and prayed to the Source, repeating the Prayer of Secrecy he had been taught as a child by his Guide. Before the last word in the prayer had been uttered, he no longer had wings or talons; he now stood tall on two feet, his raven hair long and whipped by the wind. Pale blue eyes that observed everything looked upward in a gesture of respect for the Source. Wearing only white linen breeches, he flexed and stretched his lean muscular form, feeling the rush that always accompanied a shapeshift.

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