The Gatekeepers Series, Book One
When is a whole more than the sum of its parts? When it has
ties to the quaint little town of Ruthorford, Georgia—as Morgan Briscoe
discovers when a cryptic message threatens to change her life forever.
Morgan’s relatively normal life is turned on its ear when
she learns not only that she is adopted, but her birth parents are dead and she
now holds half-interest in a business with their ward, Dorian Drake, who,
despite his riveting good looks, can barely conceal his hostility toward his
new partner.
Morgan discovers that she is more than she seems and
together she and Dorian have the ability to control a portal to another
dimension. Unable to contain their growing attraction, Morgan and Dorian dance
around their desires and her burgeoning abilities, until danger forces them to
face their destiny.
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Weaving romance and suspense with threads of the paranormal
Shanon Grey weaves romance and suspense with threads of the
paranormal. THE SHOPPE OF SPELLS is the first in her series, THE GATEKEEPERS,
about the quaint town of Ruthorford, Georgia and its very special inhabitants.
PENNYROYAL CHRISTMAS ~A Ruthorford Holiday Story~ is out in e-format as well.
MEADOW’S KEEP is due to be released this spring. Under contract with Crossroads
Publishing House, her books are available in e-format and print at most booksellers.
Shanon spent her life on coasts, both the beautiful Atlantic
and the balmy Gulf. Hurricane Katrina taught her the fragility of life and the
strength of friendship, family, and starting over.
She just found out that her son salvaged notes and pages of
her original novel, Capricorn’s Child, which she thought has been destroyed
with everything else. (Ironically, a neighbor found her marriage certificate in
a tree.) She plans to resurrect her original novel one day.
She currently lives in Coweta County, Georgia, trading the
familiarity of the coast for the lush beauty and wonder of the mountains, where
her husband fulfilled her lifelong dream—to live in a cottage in the woods,
where inspiration abounds.
Excerpt:
Morgan lay motionless, listening,
struggling to define what woke her. A faint hum, almost imperceptible, thrummed
through her body, battling the very rhythm of her being. There was something
familiar about it. Was that hum from a smoke alarm going off in the distance?
The air crackled around her.
She released the breath she’d
been holding and opened her eyes. Damp curls clung to her neck as she shifted
up on her elbow and scanned the room. Streaks of light spiked beneath the
closed bedroom door—the only light penetrating the room’s inky blackness.
Panic seeped into her
sleep-fogged brain. Fire! She threw back the covers, felt a slight tingle as
something brushed against her leg, and watched a faint violet outline disappear
into the darkness. Thank God, her cat was in the room with her. Morgan swung
her legs over the edge of the bed, felt the soft carpet under her toes and
tried to remember all the rules about fire as she rushed closer to the spikes
of light snaking toward her feet.
She reached out and patted at the
door with her fingertips. The wood was cool to the touch. Her heart hammered as
she watched the sparking light sizzle across her feet. Not hot,
exactly…more…electric. Her mouth went dry. She forced her hand around the
doorknob and, not getting a shock, turned it and pulled the door toward her.
Blinding white light, like that
from a welder’s torch, filled the doorway, forcing her to shield her eyes.
“It’s okay,” a deep voice
cajoled, “I’ve got you. Close your eyes and let me guide you.”
Squinting, she looked down and
saw a strong hand reach through the light toward her. She eased her hand
forward to meet his. As their fingers touched, a sudden flash of violet,
followed by a bolt of energy exploded between them, thrusting her backward—into
nothingness.
Her arms flailed, her hands
grasped, seizing empty space.
Morgan screamed—a soundless howl,
as her breath was sucked into the void.
She tumbled backward, plummeting
into a black abyss.
With a jolt, she sat up in bed,
drenched in sweat.
I just wanted to thank you for spotlighting The Shoppe of Spells and me. I really appreciate it.
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