A Place to Belong by Larynn Ford Genre: Paranormal Romance
Were-panther Boone Weaver is making his dream of raising cattle on a farm all his own come true. Outdoor work at his place is interrupted by a heavenly scent he can’t quite identify but is compelled to seek out.
Carly Garner’s cheating fiancé sends her life into a downward spiral but refuses to let her go arousing a secret buried deep inside her.
Can Boone help her escape the man determined to hold her captive and rob her of her true heritage? Will she be able to trust another man?
**Read as a standalone, but the main character also makes an appearance in Dreams Do Come True**
Something deep inside Boone twisted at his gut, urging him to seek out and locate this strange, unseen source demanding his attention. He hung his pliers on the fence, shucked off his gloves, and sniffed again, following his nose across the pasture. Cautious steps led him into the woods and down the steep slope to the edge of the creek.
Tom followed Boone on his path toward the highway, using the rocks dotting the top of the grade as stepping stones. Several afternoon thunderstorms from the past week had increased the creek’s water level to a near brimming capacity, rendering the saturated ground soft and unstable.
“Boone, I smell blood. Somebody’s hurt. I’m gonna cut across the highway and check on Amos. He’s workin’ alone today. If there’s been an accident, he might need help.” Tom picked up the pace and broke off to the left.
Boone stopped in his tracks, drawing in a fresh breath of the air around him and surveying the area left to right. “It’s not Amos. Tom, look!” He yelled over his shoulder and pointed a hundred yards or so down the way to a green vehicle covered with broken branches and loose foliage. The colors blending together all but concealing the wreckage from their view.
He worked his way to the SUV as fast he dared, keeping a cautious eye on his footing. Still spinning, the front wheels hung over the edge of the creek bank. A slight hissing sound accompanied a slim column of steam slipping from under the crumpled hood.
Boone tested the ground with each step, inching his way around the vehicle to the driver’s side window and slapping the glass with both palms to get the attention of the occupant. The blood spatters smeared on the glass sent urgent concern rushing through him.
He continued smacking the glass and calling to the female inside, hoping for any movement or sound to indicate she was still alive. “Hey. Are you okay? Hey, lady!”
A slight whimper was her only response, but the precise indication Boone needed to make the decision on his next course of action. He grasped the handle and grunted, ripping the door open, and separating it from its hinges.
He wouldn’t be expected to explain how that was possible. The woman inside the car had passed out again and Tom was the only other person around. The strength of their kind didn’t compare to human. He tossed the door over his shoulder, sinking it deep into the creek. A matter he’d worry about another time. At this moment, he needed to get the woman to his cabin and save her life.
In My Wildest Dreams
The Dream Trilogy Book 1
When she becomes the victim of several life-threatening incidents all in one week, it seems fate is out to put an end to Lynzi Lancaster. Her close calls with death trigger a series of dreams about a magical place and a certain man who broke her heart twenty years ago, Layne Brady. Could her life get any stranger?
When the star of her dreams announces, in person, that he had faked his death for twenty years in order to protect her, oh, and that he’s not actually human, the fireworks begin. Does she believe his extraordinary story of another world, the magical world of the Fae? Do fairies really exist? Should she trust her heart? Could her dreams come true?
The vicious slaughter of cattle brings Lynzi Lancaster and her fiancé, Layne Brady, a Fae raised in the human world, to the aid of his human parents. A neighbor with a grudge has returned to the area to settle a score.
Lynzi is only mildly shocked to find the tall tales her granddaddy had told so many years ago about black panthers roaming the woods near their home were not only true but also had a twist. The animals were werepanthers.
The renegade panther believes Lynzi is a witch and threatens her life when Fae magic is performed nearby. Now, it’s up to Lynzi and Layne to bring down the big cats and keep her alive.
Lynzi Lancaster Brady is, at long last, living her happily-ever-after with the man of her dreams. Their honeymoon bliss is interrupted when an innocent family visit drops her in the middle of the deadly situation they’ve been dodging for so long.
The troublemaking relative with a vendetta against the family forces them into a final showdown with a disastrous ending that threatens to take the elder of their family from them forever. Will an ancient sorcerer to able to bring her back from death’s door?
Larynn Ford began reading romance in her early teens and became interested in writing in high school. She's a daydreamer and a romantic who is intrigued by the paranormal and loves to let her mind wander, always searching for a happily ever after ending to her dreams.
At home in East Central Alabama, she loves spending time with her family and pets. Mini-vacations with her husband provide ideas for future books.
In 2010, she joined Romance Writers of America and enjoys her support group, the Southern Magic chapter in Birmingham, Alabama.
If your book had a candle, what scent would it be?
It’s funny you should ask this question since a special scent grabs Boone’s attention in the first few pages of the book. Hmmm . . . But back to your question. Look at that cover! The great outdoors means my candle would smell like fresh cut pine or cedar or maybe the scent of clean air just after a spring rain. Great, now I want to go candle shopping
How did you come up with name of this book?
Everyone, no matter what part of the country you’re from, no matter what your status in life is wants to belong and feel at home, Carly and Boone are no different in their desire to have a place they belong.
Where did you come up with the names in the story?
Some names for my characters come from baby books. Many names are our pets, past and present. However, Boone’s name has been hanging out in the archives of my mind for years.
When my girls were in elementary school, there was a little fellow named Daniel. His family had nick-named him Boone and it stuck. Boone stole the show at the Thanksgiving play with his reoccurring one-liner, “Praise the Lord!” The line that, for sweet little Boone came out more like, “Pa-laise the Laward!” Love that kid!
What can we expect from you in the future?
Another secondary character from my were-cougar book has been lurking around in my mind for several years. She was a sassy teen when first introduced who got into big trouble trying to do the right thing. She had so many secrets and kept whispering in my ear until I gave in and started writing her story. My plan is to have it completed by early summer for a spring 2020 release. Look out y’all. Here comes Roxie Sanders.
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
I have a total of four books now featuring a cat of some kind, cougars, panthers, and jaguars so maybe my spirit animal chose me.
What are you passionate about these days?
My writing of course and since Spring has sprung around here, I’ve been doing some yard work and a little gardening.
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