I'm the oldest of five girls. Growing up, I always had them to play with. We could be the best of friends or the worst enemies. There was even a time we would play Red Rover and would allow everyone but the littlest sister to come over.
When I get a chance read a story with sisters as heroines, I grab it right away. AMY'S HUNT by Catherine Peace features three sisters who have set out to find a way to survive in a world where they are hunted.
AMY'S HUNT is amazing. It features a strong heroine and a unique history for the set. Now available in ebook and print, you'll want to grab a copy for yourself! It's perfect for fans of Yasmine Galenorn.
When history repeats itself, it will take both of them to break the cycle…
When her two-year long search for her older sister hits a wall, Amy Ngata returns to the scene of the crime: the burned-out village of the Whakamanu, the tribe of swan shifters she belongs to. There, she finds her mother’s diary and within it, the location of her mother’s clan along with a story that chills her to the bone: a missing sister, a father who won’t help, and a generations-long feud that has claimed lives on both sides. Once she arrives in Windsor, Nova Scotia, she finds history repeating again.
Marrok Lapan has read enough books to know his twin brother, Alpha of the Windsor wolf pack, is turning into the villain of their story. It’s his duty to protect the Pack, even from a tyrannical leader. After the Alpha commands the abduction of a swan daughter, Rok realizes he has to act, but with the wolves either terrified of their Alpha or devoted to him, any challenge will only end one way: with Marrok dead.
When Rok and Amy meet, an attraction neither of them can deny forces them together. If Amy can save her cousin, she’ll have a true family to spend the Solstice with. If Marrok can’t stop his brother, he won’t have a family. With the Solstice looming and secrets on both sides coming to light, they'll have to trust each other to survive.
Damn it all. Another swan daughter. One who obviously had no idea she’d stepped into her enemy’s den.
“Hello there,” she said. A smile split her face and caused her violet eyes to twinkle. The heat of anger flared in Marrok’s blood, spread through his limbs. Not here. Not now. Not today. “I wondered if maybe you could help me.”
By that accent, she definitely wasn’t Nova Scotian, let alone Kaqtukaq. He forced himself calm; after all, he had a business to run. “I can try.” He hoped to sound brusque, but in his brain resounded a distinct lupine whine, MINE. That … was new.
Danger, Will Robinson, you fucking idiot.
“I’m working on a project concerning various swan myths and how they connect different cultures.” She approached with her hands behind her back, might’ve been carrying a weapon of some kind. Why else would she come in here if not to get revenge for another swan going missing? There was a disarming playfulness on her face, but something in her scent was off. Fear? But not of him. By the way she smelled, she’d been afraid for a long, long time. “Have anything that might discuss area mythos?”
“No,” he answered. Simple. Flat. Final. If his wolf had been able to bite him, it would have. MINE, it repeated in his head. MINE, MINE, MINE.
Some of the light left her eyes. “Oh, right. Thanks.” She turned to leave. Tucking her hair beneath her hat caused her shirt to ride up, revealing a swath of brown skin and the hint of another tattoo besides the one leading from her chin down beneath her shirt.
Since his brother had abducted a damned swan, Marrok felt an urge, a need, to help this one. Maybe right the balance or something, he didn’t know. When he said, “Wait,” he wanted to slap himself.
She stopped. Facing him, she continued fiddling with her hair. “What?”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
Her arms dropped to her sides. “You got your hand for that, cuz.”
About the Author:
Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories.
Catherine currently lives on a farm in South Carolina. E-I-E-I-O.
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