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Deals on Dragon Romance

This week my cowriter Jody Wallace and I have released two box sets for our dragon romance series, Dragons of Tarakona. Our release day buddy is Evelyn Lederman, who also writes some of her stories set in the Worlds of Magic, New Mexico, and her book is called Wild Enchantment with a CAT on the cover!

BLURB for WILD ENCHANTMENT: Celine is cursed. First, every man she’s ever loved died. Secondly, she lives but a day a year, spending countless days trapped within a ceramic dragon figurine. Has she finally met the man who can change her luck?

Alachua Dixon is on the run from his powerful family. Once he meets Celine, Alachua exposes himself to discovery. He will risk everything to possess the woman of his dreams.

When two forces collide in Magic, New Mexico, anything is possible.

Now, if you’re interested in the Dragons of Tarakona, you can find out which books are incorporated into the boxes and the buy links for Box Set 1 and Box Set 2.

DB Sieders writes unconventional, adventurous romances about mermaids, wizards, dragons and elementals as well as moonlights as a serious scientist at her Dr. Dana Brantley-Sieders blog, Talking Tatas, where she shares accessible science for breast health and breast cancer.

Pearls and Dragons!

While I did announce this on my website in general, it occurred to me I had not yet shared the news of my latest publication from 2020. In the Dragons of Tarakona series, my cowriter and I decided to try something new — some “Pearl” books instead of just books about specific colors. And instead of the “Pearl” being the type of dragon, we stretched our imaginations so that the “Pearl” is something else in the story.

In Enchanted Pearl you can meet merfolk heroine Alara and her dry land quest to discover the ancient pearl that allows the bearer to create a tiny pocket ocean wherever she might need it. Super useful for a mermaid, right? But also looking for the pearl is a dashing wizard explorer from Tarakona, Devon Kaleo, who would like to add the magical pearl to the defense systems of his precious island homeland.

And how to DRAGONS come into play? Check out Enchanted Pearl and find out!

DB Sieders writes unconventional, adventurous romances about mermaids, wizards, dragons and elementals as well as moonlights as a serious scientist at her Dr. Dana Brantley-Sieders blog, Talking Tatas, where she shares accessible science for breast health and breast cancer.

New Release and Kindle Unlimited!

I’m very excited to announce that the Southern Elemental Guardians series is now available on Kindle Unlimited!

Even better, you can get all six books in the eBook bundle! Not on KU? No problem! Pre-order at a sale price of $3.99 is available, and the bundle will still be discounted after August 1 release. It’s a great deal for binge readers!

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Want to test drive the series?

Lorelei’s Lyric (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 1) is free for all, so why not give this award-winning paranormal romance a try?

Happy reading!


Romantic Reads and Such Spotlight – River Spell

Check out the River Spell Spotlight from Romantic Reads and Such – and be sure to comment for the chance to win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!

Source: Spotlight – River Spell

riverspell_seg4_comp_final125dpiRiver Spell is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks.

She’s out for vengeance. He’s seeking justice.

Exiled and alone in a strange land, Rhinemaiden Gwen is still traumatized from her capture and torture by mortal monster hunters. To exorcise her demons, she doles out vigilante justice on mortal criminals—until former cop turned private investigator, Kwame Johnson, stops her in her tracks.

Captivating and enigmatic, Kwame is more than another mere mortal, and he’s just beginning to understand the nature of the special sense that helps him track down missing persons. Gwen can help him reach his full potential, but can she trust a man who was hired by the monster hunters to track her down?


Excerpt from Chapter 1 of “Waking the Dead”

Waking DIGITAL V2.jpgRelease day is only a few weeks away! Want a teaser? Of course you do, and I want to give you one!

Capture your interest?  You can grab your very own copy from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other retailers.

The road to hell begins when the reaper darkens her door.

A chance encounter with a dying stranger opens an empathic connection between down-on-her-luck caregiver Vivian Bedford and the world of spirits. Lazarus Darkmore, a grim reaper in a charming and seductive package, seeks to recruit her as a soul broker. Guardian spirit Ezra and his new apprentice Zeke offer protection from the reaper–so long as she works on their side of afterlife management. But these guardians are no angels, and their methods leave Vivian fearing the price of their protection.

Her ability to channel conscious energy from the living, something no guardian or reaper can do, could be a game changer. If she can control it, she can use this power as leverage. And she needs a bargaining chip, especially when she discovers that incapacitated living mortals can supply energy for the spirit realm, making her disabled sister Mae a prime target for guardian and reaper alike.

Can she move from pawn to major player in order to save Mae, and herself, from a horrific fate beyond the simple and fleeting terrors of death?



The sound of the crash struck her first.

Her tires screeched after she slammed on the brakes, barely missing the blue Sentra in front of her. It had one of those “Choose Life” stickers plastered on its left bumper, the smiling infant illuminated by the red of taillights.

The image still burned in her brain as she made a sharp left.

Her car fishtailed. She registered more squealing tires and the shriek of metal on metal signaling impact. Her heartbeat hammered above the clamor all around.

Breathe in, breathe out. The car stopped dead. But how?

Am I hit? Did I hit someone? Her airbag hadn’t deployed, but the pain in her left shoulder let her know her seatbelt had gotten a workout. Breathe, focus, look around! Darkness had already swallowed much of the summer evening twilight’s soft glow, but there was still enough light to make out her surroundings. I’m off the road and half in a ditch, but I think I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay. God, what happened?

There had been an impact. She’d felt it, heard it, but what had she hit? The car in front of her?

With a deep breath, she leaned forward with caution and peered into the ditch. The Sentra had landed in the narrow end of the gorge several feet away from danger. Its driver wrestled with his door, wedged against the side of the trench. When it didn’t budge, he gave up, scooted over, and climbed out of the passenger door. Vivian’s car teetered over a deeper part of the ditch. She couldn’t see them, but knew jagged boulders lurked at the bottom below her front tires. She knew the road well.

It was close to home.

She managed to shift into park with a shaky hand, her right leg cramped from maintaining pressure on the brake. Get up! Get out! She turned off the ignition, wincing in pain, and shifted in her seat to remove her seatbelt. Unsure exactly how far her car lurched over the ditch’s edge, she moved slow and easy, exiting the vehicle and closing the door. She clicked the automatic door locks and put her keys into her pocket out of habit. Shock and the surreal quality of the unfolding events kept her running on autopilot. The urge to move, to act, forced her to her feet. If she could breathe, she could move. If she could move, she could function. If she could function, she’d be all right.

Judging from the commotion further up the road, someone else involved in the accident was far from all right.

Her feet carried her away from her car and toward the small but growing crowd. The acrid stench of smoke, gas, and burnt rubber assaulted her. The glare of headlights hurt her eyes. She walked forward, ignoring the other spectators who ignored her in turn. Their chatter remained distant—conversations and comfort, tears and terrified mutterings, men and women speaking all around to one another.

No one spoke to Vivian. She spoke to no one.

Sirens wailed in the distance. She walked along the periphery of the crowd, grateful to go unnoticed so she could concentrate and just keep moving. A low rumble of dread gnawed at her gut, warning her to stop, but her legs refused to obey.

Time seemed disjointed, slowing, then skipping like a damaged film reel. She looked back at her car and realized she’d been inches from oblivion. If I hadn’t stopped when I did…if the guy behind me hadn’t…. Any sooner, she’d have been rear-ended and launched full into the ditch. A moment later, her car would’ve been crumpled between the Sentra and the F-350 behind her. But she’d hit the Sentra, hadn’t she?

No, no damage to the rear of the vehicle, and her front bumper remained intact, as far as she could tell from the distance. How had she stopped? Shifting her gaze to the F-350, Vivian saw it from the side now, the black truck adorned with a custom flame job painted across the doors and bed. The brawny owner inspected the body for damage. Flecks of dried mud and grime rose from the undercarriage and dulled the flares above. The vehicle’s powerful bulk was adapted to rough terrain, like its owner. She and her sleek sedan were not. They’d all been going at least 35, maybe 40 miles an hour. She had to look away. Disaster had come so close.

I should’ve been knocked into that ditch. How did I miss it?

Shivering, she caught a flash of white in the periphery, but when she turned, it was gone, departing along with the warm breeze that swept in out of nowhere and chased the odd chill that surrounded her away. Infused with energy and a strange sense of urgency, she shook off the remnants of unease and continued.

She had to keep moving.

Another man lumbered across the street toward the crowd. He moved in the long shadows cast by the setting sun, looking from side to side and peering over his shoulder. He seemed as intent on his journey as Vivian was on hers, but unlike the other onlookers, he at least spared her a nod before moving along. Well, she thought he had. The dark green ball cap he wore shielded his eyes, and thus his intent, but he kept walking in the same direction. No one else paid him any mind.

When she turned back to face her destination, she saw what remained at ground zero of the evening’s terror. The poor soul in that twisted and crumpled wreckage before her hadn’t been so lucky. No one could walk away from this crash.

She took two steps closer. Smoke rose from the damaged engine, along with the occasional spark. Everyone around her stayed back. A man’s hand emerged from the driver’s side window, along with a soft groan. Another step closer and she heard his ragged breathing.

Vivian took one more step, close enough for her arm to brush the car’s cooling frame. She met his stare through the window.

Oh dear God, no.

Her gaze burned a path from his face down to his torso, and then she had to look away from what remained of his body below the waist. The mangled steering column and dashboard covered much of the damage, but not quite enough. He’ll never walk again. He’ll be paralyzed. If he took a blow to the head, he’ll be a vegetable.

Vivian’s pulse raced. Her hands and fingers went numb.

He’d be better off dead.

Fighting the wave of revulsion, she took one more step toward the car. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to run away, to leave this thing that used to be a man and never look back. This was his nightmare, not hers.

She had already lived one of her own.

With palpable effort, Vivian reached for him with one trembling arm and took his hand in hers, gasping when she felt his skin.

Jesus, he’s so cold!

The man’s grip was iron and it caught her off guard. She hadn’t anticipated the strength of it or the effect it would have on her. The bone-deep chill started where their hands joined and spread through her body. She flinched and tried to pull away.

The man squeezed her hand even tighter and tugged, pulling her closer. His brilliant green-eyed gaze was filled with fear, pain, and something she couldn’t quite define. Was it anger? He closed his eyes after a moment and a shocking burst of heat traveled through her from their joined hands. His touch chased away the chill, soothing her from ragged fingertips to her battered palm.

When he opened his eyes again, the man’s expression mirrored the sudden and inexplicable relief surging within her. No fear, no pain. These weren’t her emotions. They must be his. But how was she able to experience them as if they were her own? Then a singular emotion reflected in his gaze suddenly pierced her with vivid clarity.


Vivian swore she could see the gray light of this man’s regret emanating from his very pores as it coursed through her.

His expression pleaded, and he spoke to her in a harsh rasp. “I’m…sorry.”

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered, even though it wasn’t.

His chest heaved and his eyes dulled, rolling back as he gasped for air. Two more shallow breaths later, he stilled completely.

“No, please. You have to stay with me. Please, stay with me,” she pleaded, shaking his shoulder with one trembling hand even as she felt his grip slipping from her other.

“Oh no, oh dear God, someone help him!”

“Ma’am, I need you to step away from the vehicle,” a muffled male voice said from behind her.

“Where the hell did she come from?” asked another man.

“Easy, bro, she must’ve just wandered in before we put up the barricades.”

“No, she didn’t. She just popped up out of nowhere!”

Hands gripped her shoulders and tried to pull her away, but she struggled free, refusing to let go of the man in the car. He wasn’t blinking. He wasn’t moving. His pallor faded to ash even as she begged him to come back.

“Please, ma’am, let us help him.”

She yelped when a second set of hands grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground. She wailed in rage and agony when she lost contact with the man’s hand. She kicked and clawed at her captor until he dropped her, then she spun around and lifted her hands, ready to fight.

“Jesus, lady, calm down. We’re paramedics,” one of the uniformed men said. “We’re here to help. I’m Ed, and this is Abner.” He gestured to taller man beside him. They stood between her and the wreckage. Both began moving forward with outstretched hands as she backed away.

“Why don’t you come with us so we can check you for injuries?” Ed spoke in a soft voice, taking slow, measured steps toward her and holding out his hand.

“I’m not injured. I…I can’t leave him.”

“Were you in the car with him, ma’am?” Abner asked. His sharp tone carried a note of accusation, or perhaps suspicion.

No, not that. He was afraid of her.

“No,” she muttered, confused. She shook it off, focusing instead on the overwhelming urge to return to the man in the car.

“What’s your name, ma’am?”


“And his?”

“I have no idea. I don’t know him, I just—I saw the crash and I came over. And I need to get back to him. I—I need to help him. Let me go back to him.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Come on with us now.”

Ed lurched forward and grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away but his scream caught her off guard. He dropped her arm and stumbled back, clutching his hand against his chest and groaning as if in terrible pain. Looking down, she swore she saw a red spark flash out of her fingertips, but by the time she blinked, it was gone.

“Ed? You okay?” Abner stepped away from Vivian and turned his attention to his colleague.

“Jesus Christ, my hand is on fire. What the hell did you do to me, lady?” Ed groaned, arm still clutched to his chest and eyes wide with shock and fear.

“Let me have a look.” Abner tugged on his buddy’s arm. After a quick exam he said, “I don’t see anything. Must’ve been static electricity or something.”

“Static electricity, my ass,” Ed muttered, wringing his hand and staring at Vivian like she’d sprouted a second head. He and Abner exchanged a few more hushed words before he turned his attention back to the mangled car and the man inside.

Abner spoke louder then, snapping Vivian back to attention. “As for you, you really should go over to the ambulance and let our team have a look at you. The police will want your statement too.”

He didn’t make any further attempt to touch her. Instead, he pointed to the ambulance parked behind the growing crowd of onlookers while inspecting her with a wary expression. What the hell just happened? Numb with shock and an inexplicable sense of loss, she willed her feet to carry her over to the ambulance, leaving the stranger to his fate.

She paused, glancing back over her shoulder. “Will he be okay?”

“We’ll do all we can, ma’am. You just go on now and take care of you.”



Hold on to your hats, because Vivian is about to enter the world of spirits, and not just the transparent kind or your garden variety poltergeists, these spirits are powerful.

And some are less than friendly…


Cover Reveal for River Spell (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 4)!

I’m SUPER excited to share this beautiful cover! Julie Schroeder has outdone herself with this gorgeous bit of magic and whimsy!

When’s it coming out? Why, I’m so glad you asked! Officially, River Spell (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 4) is scheduled for release on May 4, 2017. I’m going to be a part of a Griffyn Ink multi-author simultaneous release extravaganza, including some live events throughout Tennessee and Kentucky. I’m also gearing up for online events to celebrate the release, including giveaways aplenty. Stay tuned for details!



She’s out for vengeance. He’s seeking justice.



Exiled and alone in a strange land, Rhinemaiden Gwen is still traumatized from her capture and torture by mortal monster hunters. To exorcise her demons, she doles out vigilante justice on mortal criminals—until former cop turned private investigator, Kwame Johnson, stops her in her tracks.



Captivating and enigmatic, Kwame is more than another mere mortal, and he’s just beginning to understand the nature of the special sense that helps him track down missing persons. Gwen can help him reach his full potential, but can she trust a man who was hired by the monster hunters to track her down?

Available from Amazon and iBooks

Upcoming Release—Waking the Dead! And Happy 2017!

Happy (belated) New Year! I normally do this in December or January (yeah, yeah, I skipped last year), but I’ve been a little busy…

Good busy, I promise!


First off, I’m delighted to share that my very first book baby, the book of my heart, Waking the Dead, will be published next month by the wonderful folks at City Owl Press!

I’m thrilled beyond words and thank my agents (Victoria Lea and Natalia Aponte of Aponte Literary), my editor (Amanda Roberts), City Owl Press Gurus (Yelena Casale and Tina Moss), and everyone who has encouraged me over the years (especially critique partner Sophia Jones and author pals Jeff Lee and Debbie Herbert).

I can’t wait to share this story with the world!



Second, I spent the holidays cranking out River Spell (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 4)! Rhinemaiden Gwen (a.k.a. the bad twin) was a tough heroine to tackle, but I fell in love with her along with her hero, paranormal PI Kwame Johnson, as I wrote her story. They’ll be unleashed on the world May 4. Cover reveal below, and here’s a working blurb and teaser!


RiverSpell_SEG4_Comp_final125dpiShe’s out for vengeance. He’s seeking justice.

Exiled and alone in a strange land, Rhinemaiden Gwen is still traumatized from her capture and torture by mortal monster hunters. To exorcise her demons, she doles out vigilante justice on mortal criminals—until former cop turned private investigator, Kwame Johnson, stops her in her tracks.

Captivating and enigmatic, Kwame is more than another mere mortal, and he’s just beginning to understand the nature of the special sense that helps him track down missing persons. Gwen can help him reach his full potential, but can she trust a man who was hired by the monster hunters to track her down?


Okay, since I skipped 2016—how did THAT happen??—I’ll pick up from my 2015 goals.

1. Finish and Edit Works in Progress

Well, since it has been two years, I’ve really rocked this goal! Waking the Dead and Nixies in Dixie (which became Lorelei’s Lyric) are soon-to-be-published and published, respectively. Not only that, I’ve published 3 novels and 2 novellas in the Southern Elemental Guardians series. I’m counting this as a total win!

That leaves Going Dutch, the contemporary romantic comedy I’ve put on the back burner. Guess what’s going to be my new goal for 2017? Oh, and I’ll be working on Soul Broker Book 2, Southern Elemental Guardians Book 5, and some Southern Elemental Guardians stand alone/spin off novels. I’ll be busy, but good busy!

2. Learn All I Can About Marketing and Promotions

This is an ongoing process for all authors, I think, since the market is so dynamic, but I’ve screen-shot-2016-10-09-at-4-20-42-pmreached some pretty amazing milestones over the past two years. First off, my Romance Devoured sponsored giveaway garnered over 1,000 newsletter subscribers. I definitely recommend them—worth the money in terms of results. InD’Tale Magazine had become my absolute favorite review source, especially since I’ve received some amazing reviews from them on Southern Elemental Guardians—not to mention the 2016 RONE Award for Best Paranormal Novel (Lorelei’s Lyric)! The InD’Scribe conference was amazing and fun. I definitely want to go back and hang out with new author pals Mary B. Rose and M. Pepper Langlinais!

3. Give Back

Probably one of the most rewarding parts of this journey has been encouraging other authors and watching them begin and/or continue their own journeys.

I’ve had the great fortune to beta read for some of my MCRW sisters, and let me tell you, these ladies have some fantastic stories to tell: from Kat Khatsilovich’s red hot contemporary romance to Victoria Raschke’s haunting Urban Fantasy, Who by Water, set in Slovenia, to Savannah Kade’s Contemporary Romance Wilder Series and Paranormal Romance Touch of Magick books, I’ve been thrilled to beta and promo some amazing work! Debbie Herbert’s New Adult Appalachian Magic Series is enchanting, not to mention her Dark Seas Trilogy and Bayou Magic Paranormal Romance Series—she’s definitely the kind of author I aspire to be when I grow up. Oh, and author pal Jeff Lee’s Hurricane Kretschman, aptly billed as Get Shorty meets Sons of Anarchy, is in the running for Kindle Scout. Fingers and toes crossed! It’s an amazing book.

Oh, and lest I forget, Lulu M. Sylvian has some awesomely hot, sexy, and hilarious Paranormal Romance reads coming out soon! She’d better them to me for a beta read or else!  And my buddy Mark Steinwachs needs to write more zombie goodness and release a compilation of his Ravishi the Asshole Unicorn stories that have kept me in stitches for the past two years.

In addition to being a kick ass editor, Jody Wallace has captivated me with her snarky, sexy reads and I hope I’ll be seeing more Mari Shu and other great stories over the next year.

So for 2017? More, more, more! I can’t wait to help the authors in my network and to add to that network!


me-and-skI’m counting 2015-16 as uber successful! Seriously, 3 novels, 2 novellas, and 2 novels scheduled for publication? Wowzers!

And here’s my requisite fangirl moment—meeting Sherrylin Kenyon at the MCRW September workshop was DEFINITELY one of the highlights of my year! She’s amazing, engaging, funny, and exceedingly generous with her time and advice. Inspiration flows from her like a river and I was honored to have the chance to soak it up.

Hoping for more amazing moments like this in the year to come!

Book Review – Firestorm

Awesome review and blog feature for Firestorm. Thanks, Romantic Reads and Such!

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I am so happy to be able to once again bring you this series.  If you like paranormal romances then this is a must read.  Make sure you hit the bottom of this post for your way to get a chance to get free reads!


In Firestorm (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 3), Wind and Fire Collide in a Storm of Mythic Proportions

Mermaids and water elemental guardians have held center stage until now, and while they make an appearance in Book 3, Firestorm is all about air and fire. Air elemental guardian Bruce made a great wingman in the first two books—he’s one of those surprise characters who started out as a subplot in Book 1 and managed to run away with every scene in which he appeared. As the hero of Firestorm, readers will finally understand what motivates his quest to bring positivity and light to…

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Book Review – Crosscurrents

So very pleased and grateful to Romantic Reads and Such for the awesome review and book feature!

Romantic Reads and Such

We’ve seen Sieders before with Lorelei’s Lyricand I’m so excited to get a chance to see book 2!


The Adventure Continues in Southern Elemental Guardians Series Book 2

After her sister Lorelei finds a happily ever after, mermaid princess Ilsa is next in line to rule the Rhine kingdom. But she’s having way too much fun playing with mortals in the New World to let a crown cramp her style. Responsibility isn’t her thing, so she’ll need to find the will and courage to embrace her duties as an elemental guardian before she can transform into a worthy ruler. Enter Paul Pulaski, mortal scientist, adventurer, and hot geek. Paul’s all about responsibility, but he’s got a chip on his shoulder and a lot to prove in his pursuit of professional prestige—he doesn’t have time for fun. Until he meets Ilsa. Worlds collide and sparks fly when these two unlikely…

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Teaser Tuesday! Opening Chapter of Crosscurrents (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 2)

Edits? Check.

Proofs? Check (but we’ll do them a few more times!)

Cover Art? In progress (super-excited to share!)

Giveaways and Swag? You betcha!

Crosscurrents (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 2) is coming in March! Here’s the opening chapter, which should give you a taste of what Rhinemaiden Ilsa and her hero, scientist Paul Pulaski, will be facing.

Hope you enjoy!

If you haven’t yet, grab a copy of Lorelei’s Lyric (Southern Elemental Guardians Book 1) to catch the adventures from the beginning.


Chapter 1

The earth shook.

Tremors rumbled from the center of the ancient riverbed to the shoreline and beyond.

Waves slammed against rock and assaulted treetops, the disturbance of water reverberating through sister elements of earth and air.

If fire showed up, the circle would be complete.

And…cue the lightning.

Energy swirled around, palpable enough to taste.

He was awake.

Her shaky legs ached from transformation, one she’d only recently mastered. No teacher, of course, because hybrids were largely left on their own. Few discovered what they were and why they were drawn to their element, and fewer still learned to commune with it, draw strength and power from it, and to serve it. Most didn’t.

She’d been lucky.

And a damned good thing, too.

The purebloods, so-called “guardians” of river and stream, had fled in terror at the first sign of the ancient one’s emergence. And mortals remained blissfully unaware.

For now.

What could have disturbed his slumber after so long? This particular presence had slept for nearly a thousand years, forgotten by all but the elders of nearly extinct tribes who had once shared his dominion. That was a time when people lived in harmony with the elements and worshiped their guardians. A time before science replaced myth and technology made reverence irrelevant. Inevitable, yet perhaps she could merge the two. Maybe that was her true purpose.

But she would need help.

An aftershock erupted in a small tsunami from The Suck. Apparently his long rest hadn’t improved the soul-sucker’s disposition. He would be hungry. And he would want his mate.

Definitely time to clear out.

She willed her body and mind to calm, no easy task with the elemental energy suffusing her. She’d known he was powerful, but knowing it and feeling it were two different things. Reason and logic were swept away, leaving wonder, trepidation, and that oh-so-human sensation of awe in their wake.

But she wasn’t completely human. The tremor running down her spine and through her legs proved it. It loosened flesh, blood, and bone. Searing pain followed by rending, fusion, and coalescence gave birth of a new form. She collapsed under the strain and used the last of her strength to guide her falling body to the river.

Water soothed flesh, bone, and spirit, allowing her to gauge the success of her latest transformation. A few fin flicks propelled her through the river. Yes, better this time, and faster! Complete on the first try. It would do nicely.

She tugged the waterproof bag secured to her waist open and yanked out a handful of tubes for collecting samples of enchanted water. Oh, she was a believer to be sure, with the zeal of a convert. Then again, today’s magic is tomorrow’s science. She’d test the samples later and see if there was a tangible way to track the giant when he moved.

He would move soon.

She stored the sample tubes back in the bag and sealed it tight. She could’ve used magic to whisk it away to safety along with her phone and clothing. That trick had taken hours of practice and patience, but those skills came in handy when shifting. She didn’t want to run the risk of losing the precious cargo, though. Plus, she needed samples from non-enchanted water as a control for comparison.

Talk about blending worlds.

Bag secured, she dove under and filled her gills and belly with the same element, memorizing its taste and signature so she could track it and follow his movements using less scientific methods. What she would do with the information, she couldn’t say. But having it would give her something to take to the purebloods if she found them.

No, not if. When. It had to be when.

Because this once-sleeping giant could and would destroy anything and everything in his path should his hungers go unsatisfied—and no creature mortal, immortal, or in between would be able to stop him.



Hope you enjoyed! More to come soon…