January 7, 2024
Back at it!
The holidays are truly over, the decorations are put away for another year, and I’m deep into writing Fate or Destiny. Another book in the Supernatural Intelligence Network series, Fate or Destiny is Rowan’s origin story. No, you haven’t met Rowan yet - her book is scheduled for later this year.
I’ve also been working on the new website. While Shopify has its benefits, the cost and the lack of ability to customize the layout the way I wish - without spending a few hundred more dollars - means I’m moving to a different hosting setup. I think you’ll find it much easier to see what’s new and what books are available. I’ll post a Note in Substack when it’s done and ready for you to use.
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Thank you - and I hope your new year is full of so much good.
If you’ve not picked up Saoirse yet, here’s a sample:
Chapter 1
The sound a body makes when it hits the ground from ten stories up is distinctive. Saoirse closed her eyes and let out a huff of breath, then went over to the edge of the roof to look down at the body sprawled in a spreading pool of blood on the parking lot below.
“Well, that was unnecessary,” she muttered as she turned away from the rooftop ledge and headed for the stairs.
“What was unnecessary?” Beau’s voice said in her ear. The high-tech earpiece made it sound like he stood beside her.
“The target jumped off of the roof on the north side. Bloody and not moving,” Sair replied. She knew better than to assume he was dead. Shifters could often heal from a fall like that. “Better go pick him up and make sure the cuffs are on hands and feet.”
“Not my job. I’ll send Lyri,” Beau replied.
“It’s all of our jobs, Beau. You can’t just sit your ass in the unit all the time. Don’t make me write you up,” Sair replied as she jogged down two flights, then took the glide the rest of the way down.
“You tell him,” Ant replied as he met her in the lobby. He gave Sair a smile as she ran a hand through her short reddish-blonde hair. “He’s got you annoyed again, huh?” he mouthed to her so only she could ‘hear’ him.
Her dark green eyes flashed with her mood. “Yep.” Ant had the dark hair and swarthy skin of his Mediterranean ancestors, and the patient empathy most common in witches. He knew how to diffuse a situation with humor, and Saoirse appreciated that. Especially now.
“I’ve got him cuffed,” Lyrika spoke into their ears. “Bring the van around so we can get him out of here. Got a couple of lookie-loos getting interested.”
“We’ll head out the back way and meet the van there. Think you can manage to drive, Beau? Or is that not in your job description, either?” Sair said. She let him know she was pissed with the tone of her voice. This was supposed to be an easy bag and tag pickup, and now they’d have to fill out reports for hours.
The four of them were relatively new at being a team, but Saoirse was confident they’d eventually click. She’d worked with Ant and Lyri before on other ops, but Beau was new to SIN and new to working with a team—and it showed.
Once they were all loaded up in the modified camper van, Saoirse checked on their target. Budger Cole was a six-foot-six bear shifter who’d been spending his days doing smash-and-grab robberies all over Myrtle Beach. The local cops had asked for help and the request had ended up at the Supernatural Intelligence Network’s offices. It was unusual for vampires, witches, shifters, hunters, and humans to work together. It was more unusual to have an entire organization full of mixed teams, but Saoirse loved her job.
“He’s still out, but I can feel the bones shifting under his skin, so he’s healing,” Saoirse said. “Let’s get to the satellite office and get him into a holding cell before he wakes up, yeah?”
Lyri untied her braids and let them fall around her shoulders. Her dark skin only made her light gray eyes stand out even more. As a jaguar shifter, Lyrika was unusual in the northern American regions, but she’d been recruited to SIN a few years back and loved the work.
“I’ll sit with him. You go ahead and get started on the report,” Lyri offered.
“Do I have to drive the whole way?” Beau whined and Saoirse clenched her jaw.
Ant put a hand on her arm and shook his head. “I’ll deal with it,” he murmured and went to climb into the passenger seat. “Driver gets to pick the music,” he told Beau. “Or you can pull over and I’ll drive and you’ll have to listen to Pavarotti the whole way back.”
“I didn’t like listening to him when he was alive, I’m sure as hell not going to start now,” Beau said and hit the pedal. The electric vehicle sped up and moved into a lane for the highway.
Anatoli leaned back and smiled. Unlike Saoirse, he had hope for Beau. His tech skills were exceptional, but his teamwork skills needed a lot of help. If he could just stop being an arrogant prick about everything, they might make some progress. Ant didn’t think the man’s underwear model looks helped much, either. The whole ‘I’m gorgeous, give me what I want’ thing never played well for long. Beau’s brown hair, pale skin, violet eyes, and killer cheekbones made his looks memorable—which was also not great for an intelligence agent.
“Hey, did you call Kellen yet?” Lyri asked Saoirse.
Kellen O’Grady and Saoirse had been a couple for a few years, and he’d asked her to let him know when she was headed back. They’d been doing the long-distance thing for a while now, and he was supposed to be coming down to Maryland from Maine that weekend. He ran his family’s blacksmith business in a remote part of Maine, up near the Grove. The Grove was what Saoirse’s extended family called the compound, where their hunter families lived and trained. It was also where Sair had landed at age seventeen, and where her cousin Meggie had been born and raised.
Saoirse had an apartment in the College Park, Maryland complex that housed The Wilder Institute and SIN, right next door to her cousin Meggie Riordan. Meggie was the assistant to Aisha Lincoln, the head of the hunter’s cadre, of which Saoirse was one. Meggie and her wife, Kadence Morgan, were glad of the extra room when Sair moved out. They needed it for their son, Kevin Morgan Riordan, a rambunctious three-year-old who was already showing signs of being a witch like his birth mother.
“I haven’t called him yet,” Sair replied to Lyri. “I’ll call when we’re on the shuttle. I don’t want to get his hopes up and then have to let him know something else came up and we’re stuck here still.”
“Bite your tongue, Sair. We don’t need this jinxed,” Ant called back from his seat up front.
“No jinxing needed or wanted,” Sair replied. She should’ve known better, though.
After they dropped off their prisoner and filed the report, they grabbed their bags from the hotel and got on the shuttle. Everyone found their seat and settled in to try and catch some sleep before they were back in Maryland and had to drive home.
Saoirse had just pulled up her favorite sleep sounds when the flow was interrupted by an incoming call.
“Call from Shay Williams, marked urgent,” rang in her ears and she sighed.
“Accept call from Shay,” she said as she got to her feet and walked to the small kitchen in the back of the shuttle.
“Good work today,” Shay said. “But I need you to change flight paths and head to Kingslake, Tennessee. I need your team to work with the other agencies at a high school bombing. It’s being filed as a hate crime and an act of domestic terrorism.” Shay took a breath before they continued. “It’s bad, Sair. Over three hundred dead or injured. And there’s a manifesto that says more bombs are scheduled to go off.”
“Is this the Rejects again?” Sair asked.
Lyri’s head snapped around to stare at Saoirse. Shifter hearing meant she heard the conversation.
“This particular group of terrorists prefer Greater Patriotic League, or GPL. Although, Rejects is still my preferred tag for them,” Shay said. “And yes, it appears to be tied to the GPL. We need confirmation, so get Beau online and figure this out.”
“I don’t care what they prefer,” Saoirse bit the words off. “They killed my first family. They can all rot in hell.”
“Then let’s send them there. I’ll send the packets to your devices. Let me know when you land. Good luck,” Shay replied as they disconnected the call.
“They’re going to need the luck,” Saoirse muttered. “Revenge may be best served cold, but I’ve had more than enough years to chill. Time to heat things up.” She grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and went back to her seat. “Check your devices. We’ve got a new assignment. We’re headed to Tennessee.”
Time to do what she did best—put the puzzle together - and maybe get herself some payback.
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