Seven
Years
(The Seven Series #1)
By Dannika Dark
Book
Blurb:
Seven years ago, my world ended.
Seven years later, my new life began.
It's been seven years since Lexi
Knight lost her brother in a tragic accident. On the anniversary of his death,
her brother's best friend shows up unexpectedly - a man she hasn't seen since
the funeral. He is no longer the boy Lexi once knew, but a dangerous-looking
man with tattoos and dark secrets. He broke her trust and abandoned her family,
yet what he reveals makes it impossible to stay angry. Lexi has been secretly infatuated
with Austin since childhood, so finding out he's a Shifter just makes him
sexier. Dammit.
Austin Cole has returned to the city
where he grew up, and just in time. He's lived a hard life these past seven
years, and the shadows of his past are threatening to destroy Lexi's family.
It's time that she learned the truth about her brother, but there is a shocking
twist that Austin never saw coming. Now he must protect her family when her
mother and sister wind up in mortal danger. Will Lexi learn to accept the truth
about who he is, and can Austin salvage a relationship from the ruins of their
past?
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About Danika Dark
This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you: I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.
When I'm not writing (which is all
the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating
Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my
laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and
don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she
eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).
Throughout my life, I've had
insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those
sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only
thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to
sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that
I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to
make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating
short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.
It's almost embarrassing how many
spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.
Another passion: digital art. I
design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person
and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.
I am not a YA author (I feel like I
have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's
wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and
Paranormal.
I am finally doing what I have always
wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus
on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending
genres to break out of the confines of predictability.
But it's what I love to do.
Danni
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*****Teaser
Time*****
The
closer I snuggled up to Austin, the more I craved that cozy familiarity—more
than I would have cared to admit. I’d missed him. How do you not miss someone
who was a huge chunk of your childhood and young-adult life who disappeared off
the face of the earth? Almost every memory I had from kindergarten to age
twenty involved Austin Cole.
The next
thing I knew, my cheek rested on his bicep and I tucked my body against his
like a puzzle piece. Just when I closed my heavy eyelids, he groaned.
Oh God, please don’t let him wake up now.
It was
deep and guttural, and he shifted on his right side, facing me.
“You
okay?” he murmured.
I didn’t
reply. I played dead and pretended I was asleep. It seemed like a good plan to
avoid the embarrassment of explaining why I was latched on to him like a
man-sucking leech.
A rough,
warm hand cupped my cheek and I felt him scoot down a little. Maybe he thought I
had fallen asleep, because his thumb brushed over my right eyelid softly.
Five
times. I counted.
When his
lips lightly touched mine, my brain just shut down. It was a soft, almost
nonexistent kiss, but I felt it all the way down to my toes. Then it zinged
back up to my hips and damn if I didn’t moan.
Now we
were both aware I wasn’t asleep and he was kissing me. But it didn’t stop. His
kiss pressed a little bit harder and tingles roared through my body, and my
breath was shaky and erratic.
When his
tongue touched my lip, I quickly opened my mouth and kissed him back.
Hard.
Deep.
Kissed him like I’d fantasized
about doing for the last seven years.
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