The Tala Ridge Hunt Pre-order is Live!
After a slight snafu in which I had to prove to Amazon that I was the author, the Tala Ridge Hunt pre-order is finally (!) available on Amazon.
I appreciate that Amazon has my back and is actively trying to make sure no one else publishes my books to their site. This actually gives me some comfort, since I have neither the time nor the resources to scour the net to make sure my work isn't being pirated.
The pre-order delivers on March 19th. With over 18,000 words complete, I plan to finish early to give plenty of time for edits and possible rewrites.
Here's a sneak peek from chapter 1:
Chapter 1
Terrell groaned. Vampire dust tastes like crap,
he told his wolf. Ainle yawned, unconcerned with Terrell’s distress. Even two
nights after the battle at the Tirsdagr,
his mouth tasted like acetone smelled.
Moonlight filtered through the gauzy curtains over
the windows, highlighting the sticks in Terrell Pace’s hands. He sat on the
edge of his queen-sized bed and stared through the darkness at the sharpened
drumsticks he held. He swiped his right forefinger across the wood, wiped away the
remaining traces of vampire dust, and heaved a sigh. Two nights previous, before
the king appointed his daughter Ophelia as his heir at the Tirsdagr
ceremony, vampires attacked. Again. And again, sharpened pencils
saved the day.
The Horde, once slaves to the vampires, fought with clusters
of pencils, while Terrell used weapons more formidable, the drumsticks Buck,
the Outcast Pack alpha, gifted him before he left for the ceremony. Others
broke the wooden folding chairs for makeshift stakes.
Terrell tapped his knees with the drumsticks. Maybe
he should have Dusty purchase a boatload of drumsticks and sharpen them. Just
in case the vampires ever attacked the Tala Ridge Ranch. He blew out a loud
breath, the rank taste of vampire dust still in his mouth. Setting the
drumsticks on his bedside table, he kicked off his shoes and stretched out on top
of his comforter. Tomorrow, he’d have Dusty or Joshua mount them on the wall in
his office. Closing his eyes, he tried to avoid thinking about the problems he
came home to.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling it out, he
glanced at the screen. Buck. For a moment, he considered letting it go to voice
mail, then swiped the green phone icon. “Hey, Buck.”
“Hey. Took you longer to get back than you thought.”
“Yeah. We had to fly. The king was too busy to bring
us home. Any problems while we were gone?”
“No. It’s been quiet. Sheriff Jameson wants to
verify we’re having the barbeque for his deputies Saturday.”
“Might as well get it over with.” Terrell rolled to
his side and stared at the drumsticks. “Thanks for the drumsticks. They came in
handy.”
Buck snickered, his soft laugh coming over the
speaker. “Don’t tell me you ran into more vampires.”
“Actually, I did. At least this time, I had a weapon
that wouldn't break when I stabbed them.”
“Wait. Really? You fought vampires again?”
“They attacked during the ceremony. They almost
killed the king, but he survived.” Terrell rolled to his back, pressed the
speakerphone icon, and set the phone on his chest. He laced his fingers
together, slid his hands behind his head, and stared through the dark at his
ceiling. “I’m too tired to go into it right now, but I’ll fill you in after
school tomorrow.”
Buck was silent for long moments, then sighed. “We
didn’t have any excitement here. Oh, when you didn’t make it back Monday, I
told Josh to get your assignments at school.”
“Yeah. He gave them to me.”
“Um, Terrell, Mom offered to help with the side
dishes and the deserts for Saturday.”
“Sounds good. I’ll let Nettie know. She’s
coordinating everything.” They chatted about the school assignments for a few
minutes, then Buck hung up.
Terrell rolled to his feet and headed toward the
bathroom for mouth wash. Maybe the next time he fought vampires, he’d remember
to keep his mouth closed.
The
next morning, Terrell used half a bottle of mouth wash. The taste of dead
vampire wouldn’t go away and seemed to get worse overnight. His stomach roiled.
Rinsing with clean water, he spat it into the sink, then washed the sink out.
After dabbing his face with the blue hand towel hanging over the sink, he
tossed the towel to the counter and walked into his room.
Dressed
in his favorite black jeans and a grey t-shirt, he slipped his feet into his
sneakers and tied them while thinking about the assignments he hadn’t bothered
to complete, yet. He grabbed his backpack and hurried downstairs to the
kitchen. Nettie stood at the stove, preparing breakfast. With a nod at her, he
sat at the head of the table. She smiled and turned back to her cast iron
griddle.
Tig,
the golden Labrador Nate brought to live with Dusty stretched out across the
backdoor. With a wide yawn, he scrambled to his feet and walked to Terrell, his
toenails clicking on the hardwood flooring. He nosed Terrell’s leg and whined. Absently
scratching behind Tig’s ear, Terrell pulled his books out of his backpack. With
his algebra book open, he worked on graphing quadratic equations. He looked up
when the chair next to him was pulled away from the table with a loud screech.
Mattie
plopped in the chair and leaned toward him. “What’cha doin’?”
Terrell
scooted his chair away from her and frowned at her. “My homework. You need
something?”
“Yep.
Laney called yesterday. She wanted to know if I could go to Marianne Gleason’s
house with her next week for a painting lesson. Can I go? You said I could take
lessons.”
Without
waiting for his answer, the girl scrambled up on her knees in the chair and
leaned over his book, staring at the equations he worked with. “That looks
hard.”
Clearing
his throat, Terrell cast a frantic glance around the kitchen. Nettie stood at
the stove, pouring batter onto the griddle. “Um, Nettie?”
“Yes,
Alpha?” She turned with a smile that morphed into concern. “Mattie, go get your
shoes on.”
Mattie
dropped to her bottom, raised one foot over the edge of the table, and wiggled
it. “Already got’em, Mom.”
Nettie’s
eyes narrowed. “Are you supposed to have your feet on the table?”
“My
feet aren’t on the table,” Mattie protested.
“Go
get your books together. I’ll talk with Terrell and your dad about your painting
lessons.”
“But…”
“Now,
Mattie.”
Terrell
sat, shoulders and back stiff until Mattie left the room. Blowing out a
breath, he bowed his head. “Thanks, Nettie.”
When
her hand landed on his shoulder and gave him a squeeze, he looked up at her.
The compassion in her gaze eased his tight muscles. “You could give her command
to stay away from you, Terrell.”
“I
know I could, but…” He swallowed hard and tried to blink away the painful
emotions burning his eyes. “I can’t bear to be around her, but I can’t bear to
be away from her, either.”
“Have
you thought about talking to Nate?”
“I
did, but how can I watch over her and make sure she’s okay if I don’t
remember?”
Nettie
gave him a tight hug, then tousled his hair when she pulled back. “You’re a
good alpha, Terrell. You’ll make a good mate for her, too.”
"Yeah," he groused. "In ten years." He ignored her snicker.
The smell of
burning pancakes filled the kitchen. She squealed and rushed back to the stove.
Terrell ducked his head to hide his silent laughter.
Nettie
was the only person in the pack who felt comfortable touching him so easily.
The other women in the pack didn’t understand how she got away with treating
the alpha like a child, but the other women never acted like they cared about
him, either. Nettie was the closest thing he had to a mom. A smile on his lips,
he focused on his homework, while Nettie threw the burned pancakes into Tig’s
bowl, and poured more batter on the griddle.
The golden Labrador attacked the pancakes like someone would take them away if he didn’t scarf them down. Terrell glanced at the Labrador. With the taste he couldn’t get rid of still lingering, he wasn’t sure he would be able to eat. Sighing, he shook his head, reread the problem, and started writing the equation in his notebook.
The chapter above is a first-draft, so it is subject to change, but I hope you enjoyed it. The Tirsdagr ceremony mentioned in the chapter occurred in Wolf's Guard, book 11 in the Texas Ranch Wolf Pack series. Events in later chapters of Tala Ridge Hunt will reference happenings in Wolf's Duty, the final book in the 12 book series.
All the books in the series, and most of the companion novellas and short stories, are enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.
Take care and stay safe,
