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Title: Homecoming
Author: Cecilia Robert
Series: A Cloaked Devices short story
Expected release date: October 25th, 2013
Category: New Adult (NA)
Genre: Paranormal Romance (PNR) with Steampunk elements
**Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content.
Five years ago, twenty-three-year-old panther shifter Sera Czedar left her home and her newly mated groom in a humiliating position after a mating ceremony gone wrong. She built a new life for herself in Varselles, the City of Outcasts where shifters exiled from their clans in the Seven Kingdoms can go for sanctuary.
Five years ago, panther shifter Levian Grayson was abandoned on the bonding bed by his bride, Sera. After years of tracking her, he arrives in Varselles, intent on staking his claim on her once and for all, even if it means hauling her over his shoulder just to make sure that happens.
Sera has always known her homecoming would eventually catch up with her one day. The one thing she can’t bear to do is hurt Levian, which will happen as soon as he finds out the reason she left him. Is she ready to take that path? Most of all, will Levian still want her when the truth comes out?
Excerpt..
“Levian.”
At least she didn’t squeal. She sounded confident. Not her heart,
though. The poor organ was beating wildly, threatening to kill her before her
seething mate got his large hands around her neck.
“Please, come in.” Her mind grappled with her predicament, searching
for another escape route. None came to mind. His feet were planted firmly on
the floorboards, his shoulders blocking anything beyond her line of sight.
Whatever scrap of hope to escape she’d had diminished like a lit candle plunged
in water.
He tilted his head gracefully to the side, watching her. “I see you
are in good health.” His voice was low and soft and lethal.
Levian took a step forwards; she took one back. He took another and
she followed suit, and it became a dance of sorts until she felt something dig
into her tailbone. She’d hit the farthest shelf in the deepest part of the bookshop.
Panic became a living thing.
During the first year after she’d arrived in Varselles, she’d nearly
driven herself to destruction looking over her shoulder every time she heard a
sound. One year later, she’d stopped worrying. She’d succeeded in hiding well.
She’d never bothered with a contingency plan. Staring into those glowing green
eyes, she wondered at her stupidity.
She eyed him as he halted, slowly slid the leather gloves from his
hands as if he had all the time in the world, then shoved them into his coat
pocket. He flexed his fingers, his gaze roving her face, then settled for
staring into her eyes. A series of emotions played across his face. What was he
thinking? Other than probably strangling the daylights out of her? His eyes
dropped to her mouth and his nostrils flared, eyes dilating. Well, now she knew what he was thinking about. Her
tongue snuck out to wet her lips and she struggled for words—any words—to keep
the tension that was now a living, breathing thing from swallowing her whole.
The past few years she’d dreamed of the day he’d look at her like
this again—minus the fury simmering in his eyes. But now, with everything just
hanging in the air….
He swallowed the inch of space between them, and she tensed, and at
the same time, swam in his scent: leather and that special soap he was fond of
with its citrusy smell, and unique Levian. His smell was rooted inside every
little crevice in her body.
“You’re not about to run off again, are you, Sera?”
Hearing her name spoken in that voice by those lips had her stomach
clenching and heating up at the same time. Damn
it! Why was her tongue stuck on the roof of her mouth? She was the Storm.
She wasn’t famous for being scared easily. Now she was treading in unknown
territory, and it made her want to flee, and at the same time, fling herself
onto the hard body of her mate and just let nature take its course.
Her cat purred in agreement. At least on the last part.
Calloused hands gripped her upper arms.
She tensed but her feet were stuck on the spot. She let the warmth
and touch she’d missed so much seep into her skin. “We have to talk.”
He cocked a brow at her. “You don’t say.” He brushed her cheek with
his knuckles. Flames licked her skin as his fingertips traced her throat, and
when they skated over the dented spot on her nose—a souvenir from her first
fight in the Rings four years ago—she wasn’t sure she was breathing anymore.
His hand slid lower to unhook her bag from her shoulder, and he tossed it on
the closest table, where it landed with a big thud.
Without warning, he cupped her neck firmly, and his fingers worked
out the leather band holding her hair. It tumbled around her shoulders in
waves.
“Much better,” he said, playing with a few strands between his
fingers, and then he leaned down and buried his face against her neck, sniffing
long and hard until she felt as if he’d breathed in every trace of her scent
into his body. “You still have my scent. Deep in your veins.” His sounded smug,
satisfied.
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Author bio:
Cecilia Robert lives
in Vienna with her two children and has an incurable obsession with books,
anything romantic, and medieval architecture. When not working in her full time
job, she dons her supermom cape or, in most cases, finds herself trapped
between the pages of a book in search of a hero who will make her swoon with
just a look or a word. She believe there is always a happy ever after, no
matter how long it takes for the characters to get there.
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Thank you for taking part in the blitz and for posting, Sarah! <3 Cecilia
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