Shifting Auras The Universe Chronicles Book 1 by Claire Davon Genre: Paranormal Romance
Maya Wingfield was raised to trust no one—least of all the dueling U.S. and Russian paranormal agencies, Universe and Night Stars, who’d love to harness her mind-reading gift. She thought Richmond a safe place to escape their influence and hide from a rising psychic malevolence that drove her out of San Diego. But when she gets yet another call to retrieve her drunken roommate, her mind shows her an amber-eyed Universe operative with an impenetrable net around his deepest secret—and a voice that sends shock waves of awareness down her nerve endings. Maya’s curves and aquamarine eyes aren’t the only things that jolt Ian Sanderson’s mental shields, bringing sexual tension thrumming back to life. It’s a power his Universe-trained mind knows he shouldn’t trust. And a vulnerability that makes his telekinetic power burn in his palms to protect her. But to Universe, she is just one of too many unanswered questions. A target for Whisper, a shadowy new group of paranormals with powers beyond anything Universe has ever seen. Once before, Ian failed to protect a sensitive from a brain-scrambling attack. He will not fail again . . . even if it means using his talent—or his body—to stop a bullet. Goodreads * Amazon
Tracking Shadows The Universe Chronicles Book 2
Since the day Jiana Falco was forced to join the paranormal agency Night Stars, she’s been planning her escape. She uses her bodyguard’s split-second of distraction to vanish into the shadows, and burns the last bridge by saving Quillan Hardis. But now, locked in Quillan’s muscular arms, pinned by his calculating amber gaze, his invisibility talent shielding them both, she’s in even deeper trouble. If that’s possible. Quillan didn’t get to Universe Corps’ highest echelons by being a fool. The rare shadow manipulator in his grip is too easy a prize to be anything but a setup. A pretty lure he should send back to Night Stars. Instead, he holds on—and in changing her fate, he seals his own. Under a secret order to unlock her untapped power—by any means necessary—Quillan takes Jiana on the run with only a precog’s vague direction, and a spark of desire that blooms into something warm and genuine. But her fear of being clawed back into Night Stars’ control could drive Jiana so deep into the shadows nothing will get her out. Not even the light of Quillan’s love. But her fear of Night Stars could drives Jiana so deep into the shadows nothing can lead her out. Not even the light of Quillan’s love. Goodreads * Amazon
Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after’s. A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean. In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods, which was the perfect solution. Claire has many book-irons in the fire, most notably her urban fantasy series, The Elementals’ Challenge series, but writes contemporary and shifter romances as well as. While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue, reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
The press of hundreds of minds beat against her
skull. She could hear the mass of humanity and their
petty grievances and lives flowing over her. Maya
started humming a song she’d learned that kept the
noise at bay. “The Keeper did a hunting go, and under
his cloak he carried a bow,” she hummed.
There were boulders in the water and a few people
hopping across them to get to the island. Life
continued, even if it felt like her insides had been
“So many people,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“You wanted this,” Ian said. His words were mild,
but his aura flared into jagged spikes for a moment.
Maya flushed at the non-verbal evidence of a taut
anger he was trying to suppress.
“You don’t have to babysit me.”
“Yes, I do.”
She shook her head, her hair flying around it.
“No, you don’t. If you don’t want to do it, tell that
big guy Zared to pitch in. But Quillan said you’re
supposed to watch me and take me around. If you don’t
want to do that say so. I can figure it out on my
He raked a hand through his hair, sending it
standing on end.
“Bollocks. You’re right, Maya. I’m being a
Her scrutiny took in the suspension bridge and
the small island. A sign read ‘Belle Isle.’ She had
seen the island in the tourist brochures and had
mentioned to Bobbie that it would be fun to go. Her
friend had agreed half-heartedly. At the time Maya
figured Bobbie would be too hung over for rock
climbing. But as it turned out Bobbie didn’t expect to
be in her company for long.
“Accepted. I guess we’re both on edge. I didn’t
expect so many people. I thought it would be quieter.”
All around them were tourists in shorts and T-shirts,
taking selfies and video on their phones.
“You can see many of Richmond’s attractions from
here,” Ian said, his tone taking on the cadence of a
tour guide. “The Hollywood Cemetery, the Tredagar Iron
Works, and of course the Richmond skyline.
Fascinating, eh?” His voice was taut, matching the
tightness of his body.
Water rushed down rapids created by the large
rocks. Herons as well as ducks paddled in the river.
The trill of songbirds in the trees would have lifted
her spirits on a normal day. Beyond were green bluffs
and dots of tombstones. Hollywood Cemetery, she read.
There were people bobbing in the water and more
athletic types on the nearby dirt trails. Maya hadn’t
studied the trail system all that closely. Bobbie was
not much of a hiker. Unlike Ian. This fit, healthy man
might be up for some . . . exercise.
Near the spray of the river were people with
picnic baskets and blankets secured down by heavy
rocks. She pointed a finger to one of the families.
“That looks like fun,” she said, and applauded
herself that her voice sounded normal.
“We can go across on the footbridge,” he said,
holding out his hand. “It’s a lovely spot in the
middle of the city.”
It would have been nice if Ian were one of those
huge rocks—an anchor to ground to. But she couldn’t
trust herself, or him.
“Okay,” she said.
The sun continued to rise. Tourists as well as
locals snaked across the bridge to the nearby island.
Water poured through and around the rocks, drowning
out casual conversation.
“You should see your face, Maya. You’ve got
nothing but frown lines and black pupils.” Ian
hesitated and then put an arm around her. She sank
into him, making a low sound between a sob and a howl.
There was Ian, this strange, impossible British guy
she had no idea existed until night before last. She
wanted—and didn’t want—to know more.
When she moved back, Ian was watching her, his
amber eyes clouded. His aura was streaked with dark
red, his face stamped with desire, and his mind
projecting the need to lick her all over and then
He touched her cheeks, gently holding her face.
The muscles of his back moved as he ran his hands down
her forehead and over her jaw. His eyes held banked
fire. She wanted to arch into his warm palms and give
her lips to him.
She tilted her head up. He settled on a closed
mouth kiss, moving from one side of her lips to the
other, slow and gentle, as if she were fine china. The
touch of his hands on her body sent an electric pulse
shooting from the spot he touched straight to her
core. Heat flooded her.