Storming Time
The Universe Chronicles Book 3
by Claire Davon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Rescuing compromised Universe agents is nothing new for Zared Hersh. A fast
car, a little rain-and-fog manipulation to cover his tracks, and his job is
done. But when Hannah Nickels dives into his front seat, something about her
aquamarine eyes strikes him like lightning.
Thank God she’s not psychic, or she’d be reading his hormones like a book.
Hannah’s been groomed to join Universe practically from the moment her
time-freezing talent emerged. But recently, her power’s been glitchy. She
knows she’s in trouble, and the last thing she needs is her instant
attraction to Zared’s solid body and dark good looks.
When their escape is almost derailed by someone with a strange new
light-manipulating gift, only Hannah’s chrono talent gets them safely back
to Universe HQ. In the relative safety of Richmond, their relationship
grows. But Hannah has a second, more dangerous power that few know about.
And as her control slips, someone with a hidden agenda sets her up to
fall—straight into Whisper’s trap.
Tracking Shadows
The Universe Chronicles Book 2
Since the day Jiana Falco was forced to join the paranormal agency Night
Stars, she’s been planning her escape. She uses her bodyguard’s split-second
of distraction to vanish into the shadows, and burns the last bridge by
saving Quillan Hardis.
But now, locked in Quillan’s muscular arms, pinned by his calculating
amber gaze, his invisibility talent shielding them both, she’s in
even deeper trouble. If that’s possible.
Quillan didn’t get to Universe Corps’ highest echelons by being a fool.
The rare shadow manipulator in his grip is too easy a prize to be anything
but a setup. A pretty lure he should send back to Night Stars. Instead, he
holds on—and in changing her fate, he seals his own.
Under a secret order to unlock her untapped power—by any means necessary—Quillan takes Jiana on the run with only a precog’s
vague direction, and a spark of desire that blooms into something warm
and genuine. But her fear of being clawed back into Night Stars’ control
could drive Jiana so deep into the shadows nothing will get her out. Not
even the light of Quillan’s love.
But her fear of Night Stars could drives Jiana so deep into the shadows
nothing can lead her out. Not even the light of Quillan’s love.
Shifting Auras
The Universe Chronicles Book 1
Maya Wingfield was raised to trust no one—least of all the dueling U.S. and
Russian paranormal agencies, Universe and Night Stars, who’d love to harness
her mind-reading gift.
She thought Richmond a safe place to escape their influence and hide from
a rising psychic malevolence that drove her out of San Diego. But when she
gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her
an amber-eyed Universe operative with an impenetrable net around his
deepest secret—and a voice that sends shock waves of awareness down her
nerve endings.
Maya’s curves and aquamarine eyes aren’t the only things that jolt Ian
Sanderson’s mental shields, bringing sexual tension thrumming back to
life. It’s a power his Universe-trained mind knows he shouldn’t trust. And
a vulnerability that makes his telekinetic power burn in his palms to
protect her.
But to Universe, she is just one of too many unanswered questions. A
target for Whisper, a shadowy new group of paranormals with powers beyond
anything Universe has ever seen. Once before, Ian failed to protect a
sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail again . . .
even if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet.
The press of hundreds of minds beat against her skull.
She could hear the mass of humanity and their petty grievances and lives
flowing over her. Maya started humming a song she’d learned that kept the noise
at bay. “The Keeper did a hunting go, and under his cloak he carried a bow,”
she hummed.
There were boulders in the water and a few people hopping
across them to get to the island. Life continued, even if it felt like her
insides had been ripped out.
“So many people,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“You wanted this,” Ian said. His words were mild, but his
aura flared into jagged spikes for a moment.
Maya flushed at the non-verbal evidence of a taut anger
he was trying to suppress.
“You don’t have to babysit me.”
“Yes, I do.”
She shook her head, her hair flying around it. “No, you
don’t. If you don’t want to do it, tell that big guy Zared to pitch in. But
Quillan said you’re supposed to watch me and take me around. If you don’t want
to do that say so. I can figure it out on my own.”
He raked a hand through his hair, sending it standing on
end.
“Bollocks. You’re right, Maya. I’m being a bounder.”
Her scrutiny took in the suspension bridge and the small
island. A sign read ‘Belle Isle.’ She had seen the island in the tourist
brochures and had mentioned to Bobbie that it would be fun to go. Her friend
had agreed half-heartedly. At the time Maya figured Bobbie would be too hung
over for rock climbing. But as it turned out Bobbie didn’t expect to be in her
company for long.
“Accepted. I guess we’re both on edge. I didn’t expect so
many people. I thought it would be quieter.” All around them were tourists in
shorts and T-shirts, taking selfies and video on their phones.
“You can see many of Richmond’s attractions from here,”
Ian said, his tone taking on the cadence of a tour guide. “The Hollywood
Cemetery, the Tredagar Iron Works, and of course the Richmond skyline.
Fascinating, eh?” His voice was taut, matching the tightness of his body.
Water rushed down rapids created by the large rocks.
Herons as well as ducks paddled in the river. The trill of songbirds in the
trees would have lifted her spirits on a normal day. Beyond were green bluffs
and dots of tombstones. Hollywood
Cemetery, she read. Appropriate.
There were people bobbing in the water and more athletic
types on the nearby dirt trails. Maya hadn’t studied the trail system all that
closely. Bobbie was not much of a hiker. Unlike Ian. This fit, healthy man
might be up for some . . . exercise.
Near the spray of the river were people with picnic
baskets and blankets secured down by heavy rocks. She pointed a finger to one
of the families.
“That looks like fun,” she said, and applauded herself
that her voice sounded normal.
“We can go across on the footbridge,” he said, holding
out his hand. “It’s a lovely spot in the middle of the city.”
It would have been nice if Ian were one of those huge
rocks—an anchor to ground to. But she couldn’t trust herself, or him.
“Okay,” she said.
The sun continued to rise. Tourists as well as locals
snaked across the bridge to the nearby island. Water poured through and around
the rocks, drowning out casual conversation.
“You should see your face, Maya. You’ve got nothing but
frown lines and black pupils.” Ian hesitated and then put an arm around her.
She sank into him, making a low sound between a sob and a howl. There was Ian,
this strange, impossible British guy she had no idea existed until night before
last. She wanted—and didn’t want—to know more.
When she moved back, Ian was watching her, his amber eyes
clouded. His aura was streaked with dark red, his face stamped with desire, and
his mind projecting the need to lick her all over and then start again.
He touched her cheeks, gently holding her face. The
muscles of his back moved as he ran his hands down her forehead and over her
jaw. His eyes held banked fire. She wanted to arch into his warm palms and give
her lips to him.
She tilted her head up. He settled on a closed mouth
kiss, moving from one side of her lips to the other, slow and gentle, as if she
were fine china. The touch of his hands on her body sent an electric pulse
shooting from the spot he touched straight to her core. Heat flooded her.
Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her
life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a
teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet
quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s. A native of
Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the
sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles
from the ocean.
In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In
hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was
published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite
authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has
many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The
Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances
as well as.
While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film
industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of
Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as
quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue,
reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free
to drop her a line.
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