Shocking Finds by Tracey Clark

 
 
About the Book:
 
Title: Shocking Finds: A Finder’s Keeper Novel
Author: Tracey Clark
Publish Company: Gone Writing Publishing
 
Blurb:
 
An
act of rebellion, Marin doesn’t think that running into the new store in town
will hurt anything. Her aunt will never know… right? One car wreck later, her
aunt is hospitalized, Marin is forced to spend her twenty-first birthday
fighting for her life, and magic – the very thing her aunt has always sworn to
be for fools – is real. And so is the irresistible Fae dedicated to Marin’s
protection.
Kyland
has searched Earth-side and all the other realms, looking for a missing Fae
child. A child his Queen prophesied would be able to one day save the Fae
people from the Danshue, as the evil Fae threat tries to overwhelm the entire
Supernatural Community. A child that would know nothing of her blocked gifts,
or her Fae heritage waiting to be claimed. A child that has grown into a curvy,
delicious morsel he would love to taste
Together
Marin and Kyland will fight Fae assassins, overcome betrayals, and if they’re
lucky … they will find the Danshue responsible for their plight. That’s if
Marin doesn’t shock him to death with her erratic new gift, and her out of
control emotions
 
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About the Author:
 
 
 
 
I am a country-twang gal from
the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and
whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my
days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices
pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary
Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all there
own, yummmm) are the genres that I love best.
In 2005, a serious case of Multiple Sclerosis ended my higher
education as I strived to finish my mathematics degree, wiping away all my
beautiful numbers and a large portion of artistic talents that I had taken for
granted most of my life. After a few years, my beautiful words started to come
back to me. Filling my days and nights with imagined worlds helped me to cope
with my newfound reality. I am currently working with Mary (my publisher) at http://gonewritingpublishing.blogspot.com/
Each day I find that getting sick has helped me to find my passion.
Fun
fact: My granny had enough Irish to embody the term ‘fiery’ and my papaw had
enough Cherokee to suggest they move their family to a reservation … This did
not turn out well for him, not when gran apposed the idea, butttt that is a
story for another time. So palest of pale, and red all year round … what did I
get from that genetic pool??? Ha. I turned out to be pale skinned, but I don’t
burn in the sun the way granny would have. And no matter how much color I seem
to gain during the day, I wake the next morning back at square one, whereas my
papaw had wonderfully tanned skin even in the midst of the darkest winter. boo…
lol… now at 34, I don’t even try. (not to mention that my MS detests being out
in the sun)
What
I did get from these wonderful people??? A love and a need to create. Gran
could design a quilt, bake up wonders, paint and draw with ease, and surround
the home in masterpiece gardens. Okay, my thumb is more black than green, but I
have enjoyed playing with all the rest. Though my favorite lies in oil paints.
As for papaw, he loved to sing, filled notebook after notebook with his poetry,
and had a tendency to create personalized rhymes for strangers and friends
alike (sometimes against their will, while others asked for the right). My
entire life, he called me his songbird. And would ask me (shy little me) to
preform. Poetry is fun, and something that my mother taught me how to do early
on, but I truly believe that a piece of my soul would die without my voice to
sing the melodies in my heart. (just please let me do it at home and not in
front of strangers :P)
 
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Teasers for Shocking Finds:
 
1.
The smell of burning rubber and the sound of a hanging bumper, creating sparks along the pavement, were the only proof that this nightmare had ever happened. That and dozens of dented automobiles.
 
2.
 
No more than two, her little face contorted in distress and hopeless anguish, as she sat clinging to her grandmother. Tears ran down her little rounded cheeks. Her face red and body shaking, the child ignored modern rules of society, and expressed her pain the only way that she knew how. It looked almost freeing.
 
3.
 
Her body tense, Marin’s gaze searched for a distraction, anything to scare them off. That’s when she saw him. Lindal’s savior from earlier popped out of nowhere, running toward the fight.
 
4.
 
“Dammit, man. Just drop it. Focus on a calmer conversation.” Kennith was looking slightly sick, moving as far across the room from Marin as he could.
“Man up; we need to know if we can trust him. A Battle Fae.” Anton’s lip curled as he pushed to his feet.
 
5.
 
Marin fell to her knees as the buzzing came back with a vengeance, her eyes blinded by the light coming through the hall window. The light that she had bemoaned every morning for the last twenty-one years, as she made her way to the bathroom. On top of everything else, she felt rage, an all-consuming rage. And, dammit, she still didn’t have any clothes on.
“I needed to transport him back to Marin’s house, and your car was unlocked.”
“It most certainly was not, you Battle-Fae-Bastard.” Anton was vibrating with tension.
 
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