The Fury by Sloan Mcbride

Author Interview:

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

A: Thanks. I’m happy to be here. I’m taking on a big endeavor for 2016 because I want to write two books this year. One is Book 3 – “The Tempest” for my Time Walker Series. The second is “Highland Soul,” a sequel to my debut novel “Highland Stone.” I love my time walkers and want to spend forever hours with them. Many people have asked me about Ramsey’s story from “Highland Stone” so I decided it was time to write it.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

A: In 2013, my family went to Ireland and Scotland. It was amazing. The people were wonderful and I could go back again and again.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

A: Wow, that’s a hard one. There are so many places I would love to be: Camelot, Hogwarts…LOL But honestly, I want to go back to the mountains. A chalet in the Alps, a stunning house built into the side of a mountain somewhere. It wouldn’t matter. As long as I had modern conveniences and could get to a grocery store, I’d be happy.

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

A: I like to try different recipes. My family is not adventurous though and if I’m making it, it generally isn’t just for me so I have to scale back my enthusiasm and only do minor things. We did eat Haggis when we were in Scotland though.

What is your comfort food?

A: Ice cream. Baskin Robbins mega hot fudge sundae with peanut butter and chocolate ice cream and lots of whipped cream.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

A: Fall and Winter are my favorite seasons. I love fall when the trees are changing and everything is rust and orange-colored. I love Halloween and all the fall baking. I also love snow. I remember as a kid going sledding and having snowball fights, building snowmen. Not much of that these last couple of decades though because Illinois’ weather sucks.

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?

A: I’ve created stories in my head since I was very little. Creating stories has always been easy for me it was just a matter of having to write them down. I finally started doing that in 1998.

What project are you working on next?

A: As I said above, I’m writing two books this year. One is a sequel to my debut novel “Highland Soul.” It will be the story of Ramsey MacLaren. You meet him in the first book. He is a friend of Alaxandar MacLeod. He is quiet, mysterious, a great fighter. He has scars physical and mental but you don’t know why. In this book you will learn those answers. It took me a while to flesh out the story. Since “Highland Stone” was a time travel novel, I wanted “Highland Soul” to be one as well. I tossed around and rejected many ideas until one finally stuck. I hope people will like it.

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BLURB FOR THE FURY:

~~From the Heavens comes a hero who will take your breath away.~~

Reese Whittaker dreams of falling for a man who shares her love of archeology and ancient civilizations. But being attacked by a horde of demons and rescued by a Sumerian God—a well-armed, gorgeous Sumerian God—opens up a world she never knew existed, attracting all kinds of supernatural attention.

Dagan, son of the Air God and a Time Walker, is sworn to protect the human race in general, and one young woman in particular—Reese. He’s not the only one mysteriously attracted to her powerful life force. Underworld leader Kur craves it for the untold power it will give him to strike a blow at the deities of Dilmun.

Dagan is forbidden by law to interact with Reese, but from the moment he sees her, the fury—an intense sexual need for bonding—blinds him to all the rules. Should the pantheon discover he has fallen for a human, the punishment could mean death for him and Reese.

EXCERPT FROM THE FURY:

While Dagan’s superhero act had been impressive, she didn’t know him and this whole scenario had become absurd. When he’d gone into the building, he’d taken the car keys with him, which had nixed Reese’s chance for a fast escape. The temperature and the fact that she saw nothing else around kept her from trying to escape on foot. Pushing severe tiredness aside, she’d opened the glove compartment to search for a weapon of some sort. She found Kleenex, the car registration and a road map, but nothing viable for protection. She needed warmth and a grande-size cup of hot chocolate. Her feet were numb and her hands hurt.

It felt warmer when she entered the place. The antiquated heat register hissed and coughed.

“I’m going to put the car on the backside of the building out of sight. When I leave, lock the door and don’t let anyone else in except me,” Dagan instructed her. He tossed the key on the table.

The numbness had now spread to her entire body. It took great effort to turn and lock the door, certain she wouldn’t let him back in. The phone, she’d decided, but couldn’t keep a coherent thought. Her feet felt like anvils and dragged as she wandered to the double bed in the musty smelling dime-sized room.

A wave of exhaustion went through her. Her legs collapsed and she dropped to the edge of the bed.

She wanted to sleep.

She had to concentrate hard to stay awake so she focused on what looked like a palm tree on the filthy wallpaper. She didn’t know how long she’d sat there until she heard someone calling her name.
“Reese. Reese. Come on, honey, look at me.”

When she tilted her head, she saw Dagan bent over her, a worried expression on his face. How did he get back inside the room? He lifted her up, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled off her coat. Next, he sat her down and removed her shoes. He turned her, placed his hands on either side of her face, and using his thumbs, pulled down her lower eyelids to stare into her eyes.

“Dammit.”

Dagan grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Gentle fingers caressed her neck, shoulders and arms.

“Your arm was nicked by the melari dart when the galla fell. They are coated with a potent sleeping drug. That’s why you’re so sluggish.”

Sliding his hand under her knees Dagan picked her up and placed her head on a pillow. In a haze, she watched him go into the bathroom, come back to check the lone window then bolt the door.
In murmurs so rhythmic they sounded like song, he repeated a chant several times. His sultry voice made her want to curl herself around his body and purr.

She felt him slide the cover and bedspread over her before climbing into the squeaky bed and spooning up against her spine.

“What are you doing?” she managed through numb lips.

“Your body is like ice. My body heat will warm you and we both need rest. Go to sleep, Reese.”

A thought that she should be outraged and embarrassed came to mind, but passed as she closed her eyes and got lost in the cocoon of warmth and sleep.

When he’d knocked on the door and Reese hadn’t responded, a trickle of fear had clutched his throat. He used his powers to open the door and found her sitting on the bed in a kind of trance. Luckily, only some of the melari had gotten into her system. If more of the drug had been injected into her bloodstream, she would have become comatose. She should be fine in the morning.

It had been a while since he’d lain with a woman. Her even breaths told him she slept. She still had an occasional shiver, but the chill had at last left her body. The soft fragrance of the woman tempted him with a delicate aroma, but this was no fragile female. With his fingertips, he felt the rise and fall of the swell of her breasts, which shot sensations straight to his groin. The power in her blood, the ancestry in her DNA, sang to him. Dagan gritted his teeth. Thoughts of Reese beneath him, those soft blue eyes looking up with desire instead of anger or fear, while he sank himself deep inside her, caused his entire body to burn.

His powers hummed with vibrancy and her essence surrounded him, invading his keen senses. Her body called to him in ways he’d not thought possible. Having sex with her wasn’t an option. As a time walker, he should be immune to her—oblivious.

But that was not happening.

For some reason, her blood drew him, seduced him. Things would be clearer after a few hours of sleep.
He hoped.
Contact: sloanmcbride@gmail.com
Website: http://www.sloanmcbride.com/

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BIO:

Sloan McBride is a multi-published romance author who tends to lean more toward paranormal. Her current fascination is the Time Walkers and she plans to spend many hours and devote numerous books to this army of warriors. Book 2 coming in 2016.

Another series follows the lives of smokejumpers—Men of Fire—if you’ve never heard about them check out “Dangerous Heat.” These heroes are sexy, daredevils, who will steal your heart and leave you breathless.

Her debut novel, “Highland Stone,” is a time travel romance mixing her love of Scottish Highlanders and the idea that a person can travel to another time and place, love and be happy. A sequel to this novel is planned and plotted, and coming.

Sloan has five books crashing around in her head at any given time, making sleep and concentrating on anything else difficult.

She lives in Illinois with her husband of 34 years, her daughter, her son, and Oakley, the princess girly dog. Her life is chaotic most times and she has to fight for writing time, but she manages.

You never know what will come out of her dizzy brain, but you can be sure it will delight readers in one way or another.

 

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