Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Lake of Shadows Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

The Lake Of Shadows
Chastity Point Series
M.E. Yildirim

Genre: Paranormal Romance


Number of pages: 383
Word Count: 111651

Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet

Book Description:

Keegan Callaghan knows the taste of loss. Fate has severely tried him; first by taking away his parents when he was but a child, then destiny didn't spare him the heartache of losing the woman he loved, when she fell victim to vicious killers who were after him.

He is a man, but not human.

At least that's not all there is to him.

There is a savage side to his nature, a werewolf like creature that most would attribute with folklore or a myth. Troubled by his own animalistic tendencies he has a hard time accepting and haunted by vicious memories, he decides to leave his home in Ireland and move to the US, where his mother was from.

But the quiet town of Chastity Point, Connecticut is not what it seems.

Jade Thorton is trying to lead the life she always dreamed of having. She owns a bakery, has friends, and a loyal dog, which seems to be fully satisfying after the traumatic experience of her childhood that casts a long shadow on her whole life.

The last thing she expects is to find herself thrown back into the past by the events taking part in the small town when blood is being spilled in rural Chastity Point.

The fascination she feels for the mysterious man with eyes full of painful secrets could be her chance for happiness, or her final downfall…

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He prowled in after her, not taking his eyes off her. They were flickering, and going from blue to silver. She saw a glimmer of red in between as well. The way he was watching her started to grate on her nerves. She could swear they were not alone anymore, she felt the beast between them like a living, breathing entity.
“Scared now?” He mocked her mercilessly, showing her completely different side to his nature.
“A little.” Jade was not going to deny it. There was no point in it, since he could probably sense it, she thought.
          She now knew what the flaring of his nostrils meant. The idea he could smell her in an animal meaning was a little bit disconcerting, but she pushed it aside, knowing she has more serious matters to be worried about now.
“You should be.” He stalked closer, and came to a halt breath away from her.
          He knew there wouldn’t be any stopping the minute he placed his hands on her. He felt violent need spearing him, animal telling him she is theirs to take. He knew now all bets were off, he wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than having her all to himself.
“I trust you Keegan,” she repeated once more, and the idea was laughable to him just like before.
“If you knew what I want to do to you… what I am going to do to you, you would run away,” he snarled down at her.
She swallowed audibly, but didn't tell him to back off, didn't start crying or begging him to let her go.
“This is my choice,” she stated quietly, barely able to let the words out.
Her mouth was dry, and she had trouble swallowing, but she was not going to back down.
“You don't see what I am trying to show you, you don't believe in what I tell you. You need to see me Keegan, not some ghost from the past,” she said, startling both him and his beast into a watchful silence.
          Then he roared and advanced on her, pushing her until she had the fridge door at her back. He caged her in his arms by placing them on both sides of her head. He didn't want to talk, couldn't think clear enough.
His whole being turning into a pulsating need.
          There was no possibility for her to avoid him when he slanted his mouth across hers. He didn't cajole, didn't tease. He took her mouth in a voracious kiss, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth, until she didn't have another option than to let him in. His tongue swept inside her mouth demanding her every breath.
          He wanted, no he needed to consume her in one greedy bite. Her scent, her taste permeated every cell of his body, making him insane with lust. There was no other woman that could ever incite this kind of reaction in him. She moaned, and he released her mouth, letting her catch a breath. He knew his eyes turned ruby red, because she gasped, and her own widened in reaction.
“This is who I am Jade, is this how you wanted to see me?” His voice turned feral in a way she has never heard before.
She couldn't understand why instead of meeting her halfway he is trying to intimidate her, scare her away.
“Yes,” she said simply, and he snorted, as if didn't believe her words.
This was what she was fighting for, Jade thought.
          He needed to see, to believe that she is not going to turn her back on him ever again.
          His hand closed around her throat in a threatening manner, but the hold was gentle, in the bright contrast to the ocean of violence she saw in his eyes.
His claws sliced out without a warning, but he didn't allow them to cut her. He stroked one clawed hand along her jaw.
“I shed blood with these Jade,” he rasped into her ear, making her shudder. “And you let me place my hands on you?” Keegan asked incredulously.
          One lonely tear slipped out from the corner of her eye. He watched it as something unique, and then licked it from her cheek.
She was trembling now, and he should be satisfied. This was what he wanted. He wanted her afraid, wanted her to run, even though he knew there was nowhere for her to go, to hide from him.
There was no mercy in him tonight.
          But now, when he tasted the ugly flavor of her fear, when the intoxicating scent of her arousal mixed with the odor of her rising panic, he felt a pang of guilt.
It penetrated the ruby veil of savageness and reached his heart, when he vowed to himself that nothing and nobody would ever touch it again.
“Jade,” he whispered brokenly, leaning in, touching his forehead to hers. “I'm sorry baby,” he said, and felt her slender arms wrapping around his neck.
“It's okay Keegan. I know you won't hurt me,” she answered, nearly bringing him to his knees.
          He could physically feel things shifting, and changing inside of him, and this time it was not stirring of his beast. He looked down at her and saw only trust in the green of her eyes. She rose on her tiptoes, and this time it was her who initiated the kiss. He instantly deepened the contact, taking control. His domineering instincts not letting him do anything else. He felt his canines elongating, skin on his body pulling tighter and tighter, until he started to ache.

About the Author:

M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover. She lives with head full of voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories. M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.

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