New Release Excerpt & Giveaway
How to Date a Fury by Luna Joya
It all started the night Chase, my mountain lion shifter ex, reappeared. We’d had a whole good girl/bad boy romance going until he abandoned me a decade ago. I’d gone to Syn City for a little fun before being trapped in my hometown forever.
Then I was murdered by a maniac and my night really fell apart.
But somehow, Chase managed to strike a deal on a blood oath and bring me back as a Fury. He wants a second chance at romance, claiming we’re fated mates.
Now, I have to deal with the guy I thought I’d never see again, find and punish my murderer, and participate in a giant supernatural roller derby (long story)—all while trying to earn my wings.
And if I fail? I’ll end up dead. Again…only this time, it’ll be permanent.
All I can say is that it’s a good thing hell hath no fury like an actual Fury.
How to Date a Fury, the first book in the Syn City trilogy, is a dark, sexy, paranormal romance featuring a reluctant Fury and the shifter who broke her heart but wants a shot at mending it. Happily ever after (and plenty of snarky fun) guaranteed. Perfect for fans of Linsey Hall, Jaymin Eve, and Amelia Hutchins. Download today.
EXCERPT
Golden light as sweet as Tupelo honey spins from him, chasing away my temper. Love.
I can’t be reading him right except there’s no other explanation. “You love me?” I don’t hide the doubt in my voice, couldn’t even if I wanted to. Pinning him with a look, I dare him to try and lie. I’ll catch him, no doubt.
“Hell, Dottie, how could you ask me that?” He shakes his head, his too-long hair falling in his face, and my palms itch to push it back. “Why do you think I climbed down the bridge in seventh grade when you dropped your hair thing, the one with the glitter marbles? Or why I ran through fire ants to get your favorite beach ball when it floated away? Or let you almost kill me with a bottle rocket as part of your science project?”
“I’m a klutz, and you were always looking out for me?” Because I don’t know if I’m ready for more than that. The kiss had been a test, and this forever-mates-shebang was oh so much more than I’d bargained for, but I don’t want to miss out on the chance of loving Chase either. Jupiter’s jollies, my heart jumps into my throat, my stomach turns cartwheels, and I wish he’d kiss me so I can’t think.
But he doesn’t. He stares off into the distance toward the water and bullfrogs and sea hags. “Dottie Mae North, I’ve loved you from the day we met. I just wasn’t smart enough to figure it out until I lost you.”