Welcome to guest author Naomi Clark
I love a good reunited lovers story. There's so much scope
for drama and emotion, misunderstandings, rediscovery, and good old-fashioned
lust. NIGHT AND CHAOS has all those things, as Ryan is thrown back together
with Jackson, the man she abandoned six years ago. You'll learn her reasons for
doing so...Whether she can convince herself and Jackson that she made the right
choice is another story!
Ryan and Jackson's journey is only just beginning, and I've
got two more books to write before they get their ending (happy or
otherwise...), but I hope this first book will persuade you to come on that
journey with them.
Blurb
Ryan's past isn't just haunting her. It's
trying to kill her.
Ryan McCarthy fled Kimberlyn Island, her father, and her lover six years ago,
desperate to build a life away from the weird science and supernatural
experiments of her childhood. But everything she hoped to escape comes back
with a vengeance when she's kidnapped and tortured by a possessed madman out
for revenge on the man responsible for his possession: Ryan's father.
Now, reunited with the lover she abandoned, Ryan is forced back into a world of
danger and darkness she no longer understands, pursued by enemies with powers
she can't fathom. But Ryan's not entirely powerless herself. She'll have to use
every trick she knows—as well as the mystic gift she hates—to stay ahead of
those enemies. And that will be easier said than done.
Excerpt
Jackson’s
eyes shone in the dark when he turned to look at me. “You awake?” he asked.
I
considered pretending to be asleep, decided it wouldn’t achieve anything.
“Yes.”
“You
okay?”
I
considered that too, not sure of the answer. “I don’t know. I’m exhausted.
That’s all I can really say for sure right now.”
He
was quiet for a while, just breathing softly again, and I wondered if he’d
fallen asleep. Then he said, “I didn’t mean to bully you into coming to London,
you know. If you want to stay here...”
“No,
I want to come,” I cut in. “I can’t stay here.” Alright, that probably didn’t
spin it in the best light, but Jackson didn’t seem to notice the back-handed
compliment.
“I’m
glad you’re coming. I’m glad you’re here. It’s not exactly how I imagined our
reunion, but I’m still glad.”
I
couldn’t be sure, but I thought he was smiling. Despite myself, I had to smile
back. “And how did you imagine it? Us running across flower-filled meadows to
kiss in the rain?”
“I
don’t know, really.” There was a rustle of material and he pulled himself out
of his makeshift bed of bundled-up towels and clothes and sat up, arms resting
on his knees. He stared away from me now. “I guess I always figured you’d come
home eventually.”
I
twisted onto my side, propping my head up on my hand and tangling my fingers in
my hair. “I wouldn’t have,” I whispered, heart aching for him. Why did he wait?
Had he really believed I’d come back, knowing how much I hated Kimberlyn and
APTT? Surely not. Guilt lanced me, like I’d stolen something from him. I
suppose I had, in a way. Six years of his life, wasted on waiting for me.
“Didn’t
I make you happy enough?” he asked.
My
throat closed up and tears stung my eyes. “Jackson, don’t.”
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About the Author
Naomi likes writing, perfume,
fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars,
not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she
learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography
writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's
hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If
the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and
silently plotting her next book.
Find me online:
Twitter - @naomi_jay