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Animal Senses Series: Paranormal Romance by Jacqueline Paige ➱ Series Tour with Giveaway
Senses Book 1
crept back out of the room being careful to not make a sound,
debating for half a second whether she should close the door or just
left it. Every instinct was telling her to get out of there,
left Chicago that morning, with a random poke a map sending her,
wholly unprepared, into the wilderness. Needing a place to regroup
and find a new direction, she could never have imagined what she’d
find in a remote Ontario town.
lone wolf Devin guards his isolation and solitude while he avoids
taking his rightful place in the pack. Painting and avoiding his
mother’s phone calls occupy his waking hours until Rayne appears,
smelling of flowers, hiding secrets, and awakening his wolf.
are coming for Rayne, and her ignorance of the world she knows
nothing about save fiction stories soon come clear as danger
approaches and choices must be made.
as a healer since childhood, Shaelan never realized why no one ever
moved from her village or visited. Something wasn’t quite right,
but it wasn’t until she saw the truth with her own eyes that she
couldn’t live with how things were. But does she have the strength
to make the changes necessary for her people to live in
discovering the truth also means facing all that is wrong, even in
your own life.
Stopping in mid-stride, every muscle in her body tensed, she knew that voice. What she didn’t recognize was the tone.
“I don’t care if you have to slice pieces off a little at a time. He will tell you who did that to me—to us. My father hasn’t been in the ground six months. No one will disrespect his memory like that—no one!” The voice hissed.
Rayne’s heart was now resting in her throat, each violent pump threatening to choke her. She crept back out of the room being careful to not make a sound, debating for half a second whether she should close the door or just leave it.
She left it. Every instinct was telling her to get out of there, fast.
Clutching her purse against her chest like a lifeline, she forced her body to move back toward the elevator. If her legs weren’t shaking, she would have run to it.
By the time Rayne reached the elevator door, her hands were shaking and it took all of her concentration to make her hand push the button. Banging it repeatedly wishing the doors would open allowing her escape.
She was barely able to breathe by the time the door opened, her heart was racing so fast every vein throbbed, she had to move. She looked back in the direction of the office one last time, then stumbled through the elevator doors, throwing most of her weight on the button to close them.
Book 2 Scent
Excerpt 1 :
He could only stand there, unable to move any part of his body except his eyes. “I didn’t know you were there.” How hadn’t he sensed she was there? “Sorry.” God, she was lovely. A chill moved up his spine when she was only a foot from him and he caught her scent. It was Kelsey’s unique scent only more than it had ever been before. There would be no holding his animal in check now.
She stopped in front of him and placed the paper towel over his bloody hand. “Let’s rinse this off and see how bad it is.” Taking his wrist she tugged on it and walked in the direction of the sink.
He followed her like a cub on a leash. If he’d been in his right state of mind, he would have objected, but all he could do was breathe her in and let her scent soak into every pore of his body. Later he’d admit he was in deep shit here, but for now he just wanted to take pleasure in knowing she was finally here. She was home.
She grabbed his hand and put it under the water, only to pull it out a few seconds later and start dabbing it with a dry cloth. He knew it hurt like a bitch, but the pain wasn’t really registering in his brain. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she was breathtaking. Gone was that pretty girl that had gone away. She was now a beautiful woman. Her light auburn locks were much shorter than the last time he’d seen her, now falling to frame her pale freckle dusted face. He wanted to reach out and touch her hair to see if was as soft as he thought it would be.
“You’re staring,” she said softly still bent over his hand.
“I haven’t seen you in over a year. You’ve changed.”
She smirked as she examined the gash. “Not really.”
“You’re beautiful, Kel,” he admitted in a whisper. Color flooded to her cheeks as she glanced up at him.
“Are you alright?”
He blinked to break the hold her enthralling amber eyes had on him. “I’m fine.”
She raised both eyebrows at him. “You just paid me a compliment and didn’t growl it out.”
The cup slipped from her hands when the shape of his eyes changed. Gage sat there looking at her with the most gorgeous cat eyes she’d ever seen. She had never felt her heart beat so fast. As her thoughts registered, she jumped up from the chair and backed away from him until her back hit the door. Turning, she opened it and quickly went inside the house.
She couldn’t focus on any one thought as she stumbled toward the stairs. She made it up three steps before a strong arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her up setting her at the bottom again. Struggling against Gage’s grip, she tried to take his arm off her.
“Kelsey, honey, it’s okay.” His tone was a whisper. He held her tight against his chest, so tight she could feel the vibrations as his spoke. “I’m sorry I had to do it that way. I didn’t know…”
She stopped fighting his hold. “Let me go.” Taking a shaky breath she relaxed as much as she could. “Now, Gage.” He slowly released her.
Turning around, she looked up at his face and was relieved to see Gage’s normal dark eyes looking down at her.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
Kelsey swallowed the lump in her throat. “Your eyes…”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“So,” she sidestepped feeling trapped where she was standing, “So, what are you?” Glancing over her shoulder, she was thankful her hadn’t followed her across the room.
“A shifter. I take the form of a cat. A tiger.”
She nodded not even knowing why she was. “Tiger.”
“And … and you’re saying there are more like you?” She froze. “Your parents? Gage, do they know?”
His eyes widened slightly. “I hope so, I got it from them.”
Book 3 Passion Excerpt:
Groggy was an understatement was the first thought as he climbed through the fog that was his mind, and tried to wake up. He vaguely remembered coming to earlier, and thinking the most ridiculous things, ever. He paused for a second, not even breathing, as he assessed his condition. His head was still pounding, but slightly less this time. He exhaled in relief. Maybe he was going to live after all. Whoever had found him, he owed them a big…
He froze as he tried to touch his head and see how bad the injury was. He heard chains and his hand could not move any further. Chains. He clenched his hand and felt cold metal on his wrist. Eyes wide open, he jerked his head up, almost screaming with the pain to look at his hand. Following the chain attached to the cuff on his wrist he saw it was very securely attached to a cement post. He was shackled. Shackled! What the holy fuck is going on? Head snapping in the other direction, he found that arm in the same state. Someone is going to get their ass beat! Leaning forward he went to stand up and found out he could only lean about six inches forward before the chain ran out…
On. The. Collar. Around. His. Neck.
Every waking moment is research to a fiction writer.
I’ve had conversations with readers and was a little shocked to learn what people thought fiction writers do. Apparently because we write ‘make believe’ it is thought that we just randomly pull something out of our imaginations and slap it on paper. Oh my, how I wish it were that simple or that my imagination was that fabulous.
Yes, we make things up and spin them into a story, but if a part of the invented pieces aren’t relatable, who is going to keep reading? Okay, occasionally I’ve fallen into a story so crazy it screamed ‘could never happen in any sort of way’ when I needed to shut off all possible traces of reality. The downside to that was at the end I was left feeling melancholy, with no connection to the characters or story. Most readers want to feel what the characters do, they want to root for the underdog and cheer when they kick butt and come out on top. So how does a fiction writer do that?
It’s simple, every waking moment is research. What does this mean? For me it torments the people I know and meet. Those around me know when I get this look on my face and seem to be studying them or someone else that I’m taking a little piece of their personality or actions and storing it to incorporate into a character or scene. I must do that a lot because many of them warn people “Be careful or you’ll be the one she kills in her next book.”
When the idea of Heart came to me I was actually up North at a remote camp ground. The parts of the book that came from ‘research’ (aka personal experience) are the drive – the endless tree, lakes and rock. I felt what Rayne felt while she was trying to get far enough away from her ex. Seeing nature at its upmost finest, wild state was wonderful – for the first few hours. The storms and rain are also from experience. I have never seen so much rain in such a short time before. Honestly we could have canoed around the camp ground at some points. (This was also the last year I “roughed it” in tents. Its cabins all the way for me now.) The sounds of nature and awe of the forest growth are also very much real in Rayne’s scenes. I’ve always been in the country and an outdoor person, but the first few visits up North (as an adult) where the wild hasn’t been tamed, will always be stored in my memory for future reference.
Unfortunately, I haven’t been close to a wild bear since I was a child, so I didn’t have the reference to put it in the book. I really wanted to encounter a bear, up close and personal on one of our trips, just so I could relate to it. My family however was quite happy I didn’t get to add that little piece of research to my list. Maybe next time.
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Paige lives in Ontario in a small town that's part of the popular
Georgian Triangle area.
began her writing career in 2006 and since her first published works
in 2009 she hasn't stopped. Jacqueline describes her writing as "all
things paranormal", which she has proven is her niche with
stories of witches, ghosts, physics and shifters now on the
Jacqueline isn't lost in her writing she spends time with her five
children, most of whom are finally able to look after her instead of
the other way around. Together they do random road trips, that
usually end up with them lost, shopping trips where they push every
button in the toy aisle, hiking when there's enough time to escape
and bizarre things like creating new daring recipes in the kitchen.
She's a grandmother to four (so far) and looks forward to corrupting
many more in the years to come.