Snarling teeth, glowing eyes. Someone--something--is after her.
The man who haunts her dreams enters her reality, claiming she’s transforming into a changeling--not quite immortal but no longer human.
Battle lines are drawn and blood spills as the two fight not only for her life, but for mankind's.
Bio:
In between naptimes and dishes, Amber Scott escapes into her characters fates, loves and complications. She often burns dinner, is addicted to chocolate and still believes in happily ever after. You can find her online or at home in sunny Arizona.
What will readers like about your book?
It's a fast-paced, fresh take on paranormal romance that will leave you gasping.
Why did you self publish?
I started as an experiment to compare it to my traditional publishing experience for a blog dedicated to the process and completely fell in love with the freedom it gives me.
What is your writing process?
I'm a plotser--a little bit pantser and a little bit plotter. I have a minimum daily word count and editing count and feel like a ship without a rudder when I'm in between projects.
How long does it take you to write your first draft?
Depending on the length, one to three months. Revisions are what tends to take the most time for me and where the real work comes in.
What inspired you to write this particular story?Like with a lot of my novels, I have a random what if kind of thought that takes seed and germinates into a full story. Fierce Dawn began with the idea of what if we misdiagnosed mental illness and it was really something else...something paranormal...and Sadie, a human changeling, was born in my mind.
Excerpt:
Elijah stepped closer, so close he could see thin gold flecks in her sky blue eyes. “Do you remember the night something chased you past the park?”
Her eyes widened. She perceptibly swallowed. “A werewolf?”
“No,” Elijah said, not wanting to correct the mortal term and create even more confusion. “I thought she was a shapeshifter, but she claimed to be a changeling. And that you are, too.”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re sure I am.”
“I wasn’t. Until now. The changeling has been following you. I can’t get a strong enough trace to hunt her again.”
“She wants me dead?”
“I don’t think so, but she wants something. She’s waiting, watching.”
Her hand went to her throat but her gaze hardened. “That’s why you want me to come with you?”
“Yes,” Elijah said. “There are immortals who would kill you just to keep the realms pure. Half-breeds aren’t tolerated in the immortal realm. They’re seen as inferior, tainted perfection by many. A changeling would be far worse. Right or wrong, your existence threatens both realms. The fact that I’m not the only one who knows you are transforming puts you in higher danger.”
She threw her hands up and started yanking drawers open, tossing clothes aside. Impatient but not angry.
He took in her every move, listened to the even keel of her vibration. She sounded resolved. Elijah’s worries subsided. She was far sturdier than he’d first assumed.
She paused but didn’t face him. “And?”
“And there is a faction—The Illeautians—who consider humankind parasitic. They want the human realm destroyed. If humans start evolving….”
She pulled off her tee. The smooth bare skin on her back, two crescent shaped scars at her shoulders, filled his vision. Elijah couldn’t look away as she strapped a bra around her slender ribcage and put her arms through the straps. His gaze caressed the slope of her back. Two hollows above her ass peaked out from her bottoms. His imagination filled in what he could not see.
His body tightened against his will. He had no business wanting a mortal.
Even a changeling one. Because a part of her might always be human.
Humans died. Immortals lived.
“If you’re right and I’m not going to be human anymore, why would anyone care what I am?” She brought a snug blue shirt over her head then glanced meaningfully over her shoulder.
He should turn around, give her privacy. “Because, what are realm lines for if humans are evolving? Mortals live, they die, they do not become immortal. In human terms, it could be seen as the first stages of Armageddon. Only this wouldn’t be a war between Heaven and Hell.”
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