Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Spotlight: Fearless by Christine Rains

Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the fertile imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why.

When she rescues Demetrius from an iron prison, he pledges his life to protect hers until he can return the favor. She doesn't want the help. And how can she concentrate on her job when the gorgeous wild fae throws himself in front of her during every fight? No matter how tempting, she can't take the time to lose herself to him.

To save the children and all she loves, Abby must be truly Fearless.



Abby took shallow breaths, unwilling to press her body any more to Demetrius’ than it already was. They were squashed into a corner by a deck and a garage. She mashed Tawa against the wall, and the hippo complained in some ancient language. Sounded a little like Greek but not quite.

The man on the deck told his dog to hurry up and finish his business. The dog, of course, took his time.

Abby could hear Demetrius’ heart. It annoyed her it was much calmer than hers. Her stomach quivered and her hands clenched. No matter how she was breathing, she could smell that masculine woodsy scent that she had come to know as his. Even though he had been using her soap in the shower, he still smelled like he had just come out of the forest. He was as hard and solid as a great oak too. Yet cut in the most appealing of ways.

She glanced to see him looking at her. A smirk quirked his lips and he leaned against her more. Abby wanted to look away, but her head refused to move. Those lips of his were a crime. Too full and sensual to be a man’s, but so fitting for the fae. What would it feel like to have him kiss her? Would he be tender? Or would he be as wild as he was when fighting?

The dog finally did his thing and trotted back to the house. The man muttered and shuffled inside, shutting the glass doors and locking them. The outside lights turned off.

Abby and Demetrius stood where they were for another minute. Their gazes locked. Goose bumps freckled her arms as he bent his head. He was going to kiss her. Oh, how she wanted to taste that fire.

My face is squished. Tawa grumbled. This is only the first house of the night. Let’s get moving.

Tawa’s sharp voice was enough to knock some sense back into Abby’s head. She pushed her way from their hiding spot and took a deep breath of cool night air. She needed to focus on the matter at hand and not the gorgeous man her hands wanted to be exploring at the moment.


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About the Author:

 Christine Rains is a writer, blogger, and geek mom. When she's not writing or reading, she's going on adventures with her son or watching cheesy movies on the SyFy channel. She has four degrees which help nothing with motherhood but make her a great Jeopardy player. Christine has one novella and sixteen short stories published with three forthcoming. She's a member of RWA and S.C.I.F.I. 


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