Shocking Finds (A Finder’s Keepers Novel)
-Tracey Clark
Here are a few treats
for readers interested in Paranormal/Fantasy Romance (New Adult)
A blurb, a quick
excerpt, some links for buying options and author info… and
Lastly… a fun little
Q&A session with the main character Marin!!
Happy wordage
everyone
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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Excerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)
Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking
lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There
had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If
there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that
group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their
parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them?
The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had
bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she
had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this
horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of
Lindal.
Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a
place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the
only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really
here and still alive.
“They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,” Marin
made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery.
Glancing up to keep tears
from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's
oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six
inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly
obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no
larger than a child’s toy?
His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a
knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his
tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man
didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him.
“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to
lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma,
shock, or hallucinations¼ something wasn’t right. If
she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool.
Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings,
pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do
you think you’re doing?”
She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small,
pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On
closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It
seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.
“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”
“Waiting for you, of course.”
“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was
increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she
needed to be medicated.
The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of
course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was
being insulted by her imagination. Great.
“Nope. Too Much,” Marin said and tossed the little man with wings
out of the hospital window. She needed coffee. Either that or a large dose of
Thorazine. Maybe both.
All About Tracey Clark!!
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 their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I
love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing
into the dead of night… this I my life!!!
To Find out more about Tracey here are some links…
Author Page (Main):
Goodreads Author
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MS Page:
Facebook Author Page:
Anddddd…. Twitter
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Now… without further ado… here is Marin Yarthine…
Interviewer: You’ve had quick the introduction to the Fae
world, Marin… Can I call you Marin..
Marin
(reddened cheeks): Uhh… sure… I mean, that’s what most people call me… Kyland
has been call me, Minzet, but I’m pretty sure that’s something just between us
since it means Sweet One… but…yeah… Marin would be best.
Interviewer (light chuckle): Great. Well, I nice to finally
get to sit down with us… and as the new Princess to the Fae people, with such
an odd upbringing… the Fae would love to know a little pit about you… Tell us a
little bit about day to day life in the royal world…
Marin:
Pfft… Most of the time I think they have the wrong girl… I mean… I was home
schooled, and have worked at Finder’s Keepers since I turned 17… for the past
four years I have been slipping into Finder’s Trances in order to locate
everything from pets to abduction victims… from car keys to family heirlooms…
it sounds like important work but really, I mostly had to pull a bunch of
information together so that other Finder’s could go out on Mission to locate
whatever the client had misplaced…
Interviewer: That sounds like important work to me… also,
something that would take a toll on your emotions… do you have someone to
cuddle up to at night to help you get through the day???
Marin
(Cheeks now flaming red): Kyland… he came out of nowhere and changed my life…
and he doesn’t even mind when I accidentally shock him with this new power that
has a tendency to get out of control when I’m upset…
Interview: …. (shuffles through questions) … (scoots chair
back and grits her teeth)… What goals and hardships do you face… what do you
want for the Fae?? I mean… what are your plans to keep the Fae community safe??
(scoots back a little further…)
Marin
(head cocked to the side): I’m still learning about the Fae world.. but I would
say my goal is to keep as many people safe as I can… (fists clench) … if the
evil Fae, those Danshue ********… sorry for my language, but if they would just
stop getting in the way, I could learn a little faster… someone needs to stop
the Danshue before this community I’m just getting to know dies out…
Sparks light up on
Marin’s hands, but Interviewer merely gets a white
Knuckled grip on her
set and continues…
Interviewer: One final questions and we will let you get
back to your new duties as Princess… Can you tell us what fears you are facing
in this new chapter of your life???
Marin:
… (Deep Breath…) Lindal… that the woman that pretended to be my only family,
that kidnapped me as a child (sparks on her fingertips) … that she will find a
way to finish what she started… (more sparks) … that she will find a way to
hurt the people I am coming to care about… that she will hurt KYLAND … (small
explosion blowing out all the lights)
Interview warily
pulls herself up out of the floor, where she dove to avoid flying glass…
Interview(voice shaky) : Alright… I think that’s all we have
time for… thanks for stopping by Princess…
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