Saving Grace Synopsis:
As Game Warden, Jack Chambers is responsible for the
wildlife in and around Grizzly Cove, but he never expected to find a badly
injured mermaid washed up on the shore near his house. He takes her in and
helps her back to health, only to learn of the much greater danger held at bay,
just off shore, and how it’s affecting the ocean-going shifter population.
Jack’s immediate problem is the pull the leviathan still has over the woman he is fast coming to believe is his mate. He has to save her, but they also need to work through the problems of a land shifter and a mermaid getting together. Can they make the relationship work? Or is he going to end up broken hearted when she returns to her watery home?
And who even knew there were mer people off shore? This is something the residents of Grizzly Cove are going to have to figure out, especially with the leviathan out there too, still posing a great threat to all creatures of the Light.
Jack’s immediate problem is the pull the leviathan still has over the woman he is fast coming to believe is his mate. He has to save her, but they also need to work through the problems of a land shifter and a mermaid getting together. Can they make the relationship work? Or is he going to end up broken hearted when she returns to her watery home?
And who even knew there were mer people off shore? This is something the residents of Grizzly Cove are going to have to figure out, especially with the leviathan out there too, still posing a great threat to all creatures of the Light.
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Exceprt:
In the middle of night, Jack woke. Something wasn’t right. Some noise had awakened him. A noise that didn’t belong.
Reaching for his side arm, he crept out of bed and headed for the hallway. The moment he hit it, he felt the breeze that should have been safely locked outside. The door to the deck was wide open, and he could just make out the fleeting glimpse of a white shirt exiting.
His white shirt. On Grace’s slender body. She had walked out into the storm in nothing but his shirt, leaving the door to the deck open. What was she doing?
Jack padded out after her, leaving his weapon behind. He was wearing only the boxer shorts he’d put on because she was in the house. Normally, he didn’t much care for pajamas or any sort of covering when he slept. That preference went all the way back to when he was a cub and he’d slept in his fur more often than not. Nothing like wearing your own fur coat—it beat a measly blanket any day.
He walked outside to find her just disappearing down the stairs that led into the tree line…and ultimately the beach. Was she going down to the water despite the danger? He had to at least talk to her before he let her go. Even as his heart fractured a little, he went after her, putting some speed on to catch up with her. He had to try to convince her to stay, no matter how much it hurt his pride. He couldn’t let her go without at least asking—maybe even begging—her to stay.
“Grace?” he called, approaching her from behind. They were both being pelted with rain, lightning flashes getting closer as the storm grew. She didn’t seem to hear him. “Grace!”
Was she ignoring him? He tried again.
“Grace!”
Jack felt a chill that wasn’t from the rain. Something else was going on. It looked like her feet were dragging along the ground. Her scales were rippling over her skin, trying to burst out, but unable while she walked toward what could very well be her doom.
As if her doom were calling her.
Sweet Mother of All.
“Grace!” He ran to catch up. She was moving surprisingly fast along the wet sand. They’d made it through the trees and were getting close to the rocky shore.
Jack jumped in front of her, blocking her forward movement. She tried to go around him, but he grasped her arms, stilling her. She kept trying to move, and he saw the pain of struggle on her face. He couldn’t tell with the rain streaming down on them, but he thought maybe she was crying.
“Grace, what is it? What are you doing?”
“It’s…calling me. It’s…compelling me” she ground out, every word a trial.
“The leviathan?” he asked, already sure of the answer. She nodded. “What can I do?”
“It’s a little better when you talk to me.” Her words seemed to come easier, and she was looking into his eyes now, instead of at the crashing waves just a few yards away. “I felt it pulling me all night. It was building until…until I couldn’t resist it anymore.”
As a bear shifter, Jack had more magic than most other kinds of shifters, and he recognized the abrasive feel of evil magic against his senses. It was coming from the water, and it was aimed at Grace.
He hadn’t made a study of magic the way some of his friends had, but a lot of it just came naturally to him. He had the notion that only stronger, more pure magic, could counteract the evil coming off the water. Jack’s mere presence blocking some of it was already helping steady Grace, but he needed more. They needed more.
He wondered if…
Jack bent and kissed her, taking her into his arms, giving into the desire that had been riding him for hours now. There was nothing purer on earth than the magic of desire…the enchantment of love.
He could feel a shell of protective magic forming around them as the kiss deepened. Grace wasn’t pushing him away. On the contrary, she was pulling him closer, wrapping herself around him as if he was her anchor in a storm-tossed sea.
Reaching for his side arm, he crept out of bed and headed for the hallway. The moment he hit it, he felt the breeze that should have been safely locked outside. The door to the deck was wide open, and he could just make out the fleeting glimpse of a white shirt exiting.
His white shirt. On Grace’s slender body. She had walked out into the storm in nothing but his shirt, leaving the door to the deck open. What was she doing?
Jack padded out after her, leaving his weapon behind. He was wearing only the boxer shorts he’d put on because she was in the house. Normally, he didn’t much care for pajamas or any sort of covering when he slept. That preference went all the way back to when he was a cub and he’d slept in his fur more often than not. Nothing like wearing your own fur coat—it beat a measly blanket any day.
He walked outside to find her just disappearing down the stairs that led into the tree line…and ultimately the beach. Was she going down to the water despite the danger? He had to at least talk to her before he let her go. Even as his heart fractured a little, he went after her, putting some speed on to catch up with her. He had to try to convince her to stay, no matter how much it hurt his pride. He couldn’t let her go without at least asking—maybe even begging—her to stay.
“Grace?” he called, approaching her from behind. They were both being pelted with rain, lightning flashes getting closer as the storm grew. She didn’t seem to hear him. “Grace!”
Was she ignoring him? He tried again.
“Grace!”
Jack felt a chill that wasn’t from the rain. Something else was going on. It looked like her feet were dragging along the ground. Her scales were rippling over her skin, trying to burst out, but unable while she walked toward what could very well be her doom.
As if her doom were calling her.
Sweet Mother of All.
“Grace!” He ran to catch up. She was moving surprisingly fast along the wet sand. They’d made it through the trees and were getting close to the rocky shore.
Jack jumped in front of her, blocking her forward movement. She tried to go around him, but he grasped her arms, stilling her. She kept trying to move, and he saw the pain of struggle on her face. He couldn’t tell with the rain streaming down on them, but he thought maybe she was crying.
“Grace, what is it? What are you doing?”
“It’s…calling me. It’s…compelling me” she ground out, every word a trial.
“The leviathan?” he asked, already sure of the answer. She nodded. “What can I do?”
“It’s a little better when you talk to me.” Her words seemed to come easier, and she was looking into his eyes now, instead of at the crashing waves just a few yards away. “I felt it pulling me all night. It was building until…until I couldn’t resist it anymore.”
As a bear shifter, Jack had more magic than most other kinds of shifters, and he recognized the abrasive feel of evil magic against his senses. It was coming from the water, and it was aimed at Grace.
He hadn’t made a study of magic the way some of his friends had, but a lot of it just came naturally to him. He had the notion that only stronger, more pure magic, could counteract the evil coming off the water. Jack’s mere presence blocking some of it was already helping steady Grace, but he needed more. They needed more.
He wondered if…
Jack bent and kissed her, taking her into his arms, giving into the desire that had been riding him for hours now. There was nothing purer on earth than the magic of desire…the enchantment of love.
He could feel a shell of protective magic forming around them as the kiss deepened. Grace wasn’t pushing him away. On the contrary, she was pulling him closer, wrapping herself around him as if he was her anchor in a storm-tossed sea.
Bianca D’Arc Bio:
Bianca D’Arc is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50
romance novels. She has twice won EPPIE Awards for her work, along with the
Australian Romance Readers Favorite Erotic Romance eBook of 2008 for her first
werewolf romance, Lords of the Were.
She is a native New Yorker who worked as an executive on Wall Street during the
summer of 2001. She changed careers after the tragic attacks of 9/11 and
started seriously pursuing publication in 2005. She has a Bachelors degree in
Biochemistry, a Masters in Library Science, and a Juris Doctor, but she doesn’t
take herself too seriously. She loves her garden and plays the piano, ukulele
and guitar.
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