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A Generation of Vipers

A Shifter Shield Novella

Capturing the killer who was stalking the shapeshifter community s

hould have earned weresnake Lindi Parker and her new boyfriend,

mongoose-shifter Kade Nevala, a vacation.

Instead it earned them a basket of baby lamias and a whole heap

of trouble. Someone in the shifter community doesn’t want those

infants—or Lindi—to survive.

Not knowing who or what they can trust, Kade and Lindi must use

every skill they have to stop a killer—again.

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Excerpt

"Don't panic," Kade said that evening as he stirred a pot of his homemade spaghetti sauce. "It's not like you're bringing all these new lamia babies home to live in your house. We're going to set up a group home for them, with a live-in staff. You're their counselor, Lindi, not their mother."

I poured a glass of Chianti and settled in on a barstool at the island in the middle of his large kitchen. "That's the thing. I'm not sure a group home is the right way to go with these kids."

"You signed off on it when we came up with the idea." He narrowed his eyes at me and tasted the sauce, then added something to it. "Janice thinks it's the best option we have," he added, knowing that the leader of the shifters' Council had been tutoring me in all things shapeshifter recently, and that her endorsement mattered to me.

"Yeah, but…" I trailed off, trying to find the words to explain what I was trying to say.

As usual, I didn't have to find the exact phrase for Kade to understand. Or any words at all. "You're worried that without a stable home-life, you won't be able to give these children the same kind of emotional training that your parents gave you."

I nodded and took a long drink.

"We can provide stability. Everyone wants this to work."

"Not quite everyone," I muttered darkly.

"Everyone who is directly involved wants this to work. You cannot be completely responsible for the entirety of the lamia race."

"It's more than that." I considered what to say, how much to share of my own recent insights. "We will have plenty of other weres stepping in to help raise these kids, lots of people to teach them how to be solid shifter citizens. But until they're grown, I will be the only adult lamia in their lives. I will be the only weresnake they can model themselves on. That feels like a lot more responsibility than simply being their counselor. In that sense, I am kind of responsible for the entire lamia race."

"Your parents did fine with you, and they're not shifters at all," he pointed out.

"But they managed it by encouraging me to focus almost entirely on my human side. I would like to give these children even more."

Turning down the heat under the sauce, Kade put the wooden spoon down and made his way around to my side of the counter, where he spun the seat of my barstool around until I faced him. Then he took my face in his hands and leaned his forehead against mine. "You'll do a great job with them."

Then he pressed his lips against my mouth.

As usual, his kiss almost took my breath away. We hadn't been together long enough for the sense of wonder at his touch to fade. The sheer heat of our connection didn't show any signs of abating, either. The brush of his tongue against mine sent sparks shooting through my veins to pool in the pit of my stomach. It wouldn't take much to stoke that heat into a raging fire.

But if we did that, his lovely dinner would be ruined.

Not that I was sure I cared.

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Margo Bond Collins is addicted to coffee (mmm...caffeine) and SF/F television, especially Supernatural (mmm...Winchesters). She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and paranormal mystery. She lives in Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although she teaches college-level English courses online, writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and the women who love (and sometimes fight) them.

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A Day in this Writer's Life of Lara Sleath, author of FOR HER SISTER @evernightteen #YA #GIVEAWAY #Paranormal

Lara Sleath - A Day in This Writer's Life

          Every day while my kids are at school, I get from 10am – 2pm to write. That's four whole hours of writing time, a decadent amount of time. I always set myself a daily target of 10 pages or about 4,000 words.

          Each morning I sit down at my computer open up my document. But I also find myself opening up the internet. Somehow my fingers have clicked on the Internet Explorer icon. I pause and glance out of the window. Are they more clouds in the sky than before? Fall is coming. I really should get a new pair of rain boots.

          So I jump onto a cool website in California. Should I go calf length or knee length? Write. I tell myself. Just write. You must write for ten minutes before you're allowed to look at the internet.

          I yawn. Then I yawn again. Perhaps a cup of tea might wake me up. I am British after all. We Brits have tea in our blood stream. So I go across the kitchen and put on the kettle, stopping to pet one of the cats along the way. I come back to my computer, tea in hand. The cursor is still flashing on the screen waiting for me to type the next word.

          Maybe I need an umbrella to match the rain boots. But is there any point buying an umbrella when I always leave them in taxis? Still, there's no harm in just looking.

          This pattern goes on until midday then I start to panic. By noon, I've usually only written two pages. I begin to write. To really write. And this is when the so-called magic happens. The words flow through me. It feels like everything is being dictated to me by a voice in my head. The characters tell me things that I hadn't mapped out. Genius snippets of description come to me (some of which I'll later delete.)  This is high that I've been chasing. It's an elixir that's way better than the buzz of the strongest espresso.

          By two pm, I always make it. I get a ten good pages down. At this point, I want to keep writing forever. I no longer care about rain boots or about matching umbrellas.

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FOR HER SISTER

by Lara Sleath

YA Paranormal Suspense

Evernight Teen Publishing / 61,000 words

Eighteen-year-old Bresha blames herself for her younger sister's death. She knew that Arlene was gullible and fragile. Yet she still let her tone-deaf sister meet with Saul Sanderstorm, a record company mogul whose charisma is as big as his temper. 

When Arlene is found floating in Camden Lock canal, the police call it suicide. But Bresha knows different. She knows that sleazy Saul is somehow to blame. And so does Arlene's ghost. Why else would she fog up mirrors and trace the letter S for Saul through the condensation on the glass? Now, Bresha has to find a way to prove that Saul's guilty. 

When Bresha discovers that Saul is getting a kick out of mentally breaking singers, she wonders if this happened to Arlene. The truth has to be ugly and shocking. Because why else would Saul be prepared to do anything to conceal it? 

Bresha faces a choice. Risk her life to unearth the facts. Or drop the case and be forever tormented by her sister's ghost. 

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Someone was screaming. She realized that it was her. She found herself on her feet. She took off down the path, her breath jagged, her shoes pounding over the gravel. Fire flashed against her legs, as the nettles stung her.

She ran a few more steps. She had to be faster than him. Surely, she was faster. He was paunchy old man. Her feet hit a boulder and she stumbled. She felt his hands on her back. Slam. He pushed her down. A burning pain shot across her cheek, as her face smashed into the gravel.

She scrambled up and ran on. He sprang on her from behind. Again, he brought her down. She twisted around. He threw himself on top of her, his weight crushing her. She reached up and tried to claw his face, but he caught her hands and pinned them down by her sides onto the path.

“You will not to do this to me,” he snarled. “You will not ruin me.”

Bresha tried to speak, but her tongue was frozen. She gazed into his eyes, hoping to reason with him on an unspoken level, human to human. She’d read somewhere that eyes were supposed to be the view point into people’s souls. Now she saw his soul. It looked like the photograph of a cancerous organ on the side of a cigarette packet, black and festering.

He brought his head toward her lips. Was he going to kiss her like he might have been trying to do that day on the couch? She turned her head away, pushing one side of her face into the grit. He’d never kiss her. She’d die before he kissed her.

She felt him bite into her neck. He was giving her a love bite, the sick pig. She screamed as he drew blood. 

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British born Lara Sleath has been writing stories - on paper and in her head - for as long as she can remember. But gave up on the idea of becoming a writer because she believed that the idea was too far-fetched. Instead she took the only slightly more sensible option of working in the music industry.

But even that proved too dull for Lara. In her mid-twenties, she set off from London with her boyfriend in a battered VW van. Their aim was to drive to India. They arrived a quarter of a year after adventures with warlords and after having seen many mind-blowing sights.

Today, the boyfriend in the beaten-up VW van is Lara's husband. She lives with him and their two children in Vancouver, Canada close to the ocean and the mountains. Lara writes every day surrounded by an army of cats. For Her Sister is her debut novel. 

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