Title: She
Who Hunts
Author: CL
Parks
Genre: Urban
Fantasy with Romantic Elements
Blurb:
~Tenna Massey's past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.
She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.
Will she
choose to embrace her fate as The Huntress or condemn humanity to Hell on
Earth? ~
CL Parks has had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in
kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with immortal life
she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from sweet and innocent to the
supernatural after reading Stephen King in fifth grade. Since the moment she
picked up Pet Semetary she devoured every supernatural and preternatural book
she could get her hands on by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.
When not fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her
newest novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her dogs,
spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired dress. Her dream is
to travel the country in an RV with her husband while writing more books…after
the kids have gone on to college, of course.
Twitter -
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Tenna dug her
fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him - or tried to - hoping to snap
him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”
He was still
looking directly at her, but somehow right through her. “All of them. They’re all
dead.” His voice was an eerie monotone and as cold as his eyes.
Who?
Everyone at the bar? Everyone at…noooo.
She gave up
on coercing him gently into sanity and slapped her open palm across his face.
His head whipped to the side, he blinked a couple times, his mouth working like
a fish out of water then started to cry. He actually started to cry. “Shit!
Russell, keep it together. Who’s dead? Whose blood is this?”
Russell
looked down at his clothes then like he hadn’t noticed before that he was
covered in blood. He began frantically swiping his hands at his shirt, his
forearms, and his hands, anything he could easily see. His hands scrubbed at
his skin, his nails biting into the flesh as he dug at the sticky substance.
She kept grabbing at his hands, trying to keep him from scratching himself but
his movements were too frantic.
Tenna looked
over Russell’s head to see Jason swaying from foot to foot, wringing his hands
like an old woman, his eyes still wide.
If there was
ever a time to push out a little of her energy it was now. She focused on
Jason’s eyes, trying to see the depth of the dark swirls of color, and exhaled
once. She tried to imagine his breathing slowing to match her own, his hands
relaxed and at his side. She put her own hands in her lap hoping to do a
monkey-see-monkey-do kind of move. To her astonishment his hands dropped to his
side…as did Russell’s. Cool.
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