*`Sneak Peek: Beautiful Exile by Catherine Cowles`*

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USA Today bestseller, Catherine Cowles, has a sneak peek for the next book in the Sparrow Falls Series, Beautiful Exile, coming March 18th! 

Arden

Rolling to the balls of my feet, I lifted my hands to a guard position in front of my face. I gave the bag a few testing jabs before giving myself over to the full force of my strikes. I lost myself in the music and movement, the meditation that was mine and mine alone.

That otherworldly state and the single-minded focus that caused my distraction meant I didn’t hear anything until Brutus let out a low warning growl. My heart skipped a single beat, but that was all I allowed it to do. One tiny moment of fear and weakness.

My fingers curled around the hilt of my knife, pushing the button to release the blade. I whirled, pressing it to the stranger’s neck, freezing him in place. When I was sure of that stillness, I looked up, up, up into the face of the most beautiful man I had ever seen. But I’d learned once before that looks could be deceiving. You never knew what lay below the surface. So, I kept my blade pressed where it was as the man’s hazel eyes widened in surprise.

“Who. The. Hell. Are. You?”

Lincoln

God, she was fucking gorgeous. She had a wild, powerful kind of beauty. The kind you could never control. The type you could never cage.

I’d stood in the shadows like a creep, watching her: the way she moved, her long, dark brown ponytail swinging with each punch. Her tan skin pulling tautly over lean muscle. She was on the petite side, but you’d never know that, given how much force she put behind her blows.

It was clear the woman had training, and the fact that she currently had a blade pressed to my carotid told me she wasn’t afraid to use it. Amusement was my first reaction, that the tiny powerhouse was so full of fire.

She pressed the blade harder against my skin, not enough to slice me open but enough to prick my flesh. The sting took hold the same way her beauty had.

“I asked who you were,” she gritted out, her gray-violet eyes flashing.

The fierceness there had all amusement fleeing from my system. Because there was only one reason someone defended themselves with such ferocity: they’d been hurt before.

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