Shadow's Edge The Kyn Kronicles Book 1
by Jami Gray
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Everyone fears what hunts in the shadows--especially the monsters...
It takes a monster to hunt one, and for Raine McCord, forged in the maelstrom of magic and science, she's the one for the job. In a world where the supernatural shares a shadowy existence with the mundane, a series of disappearances and deaths threaten the secrecy of her kind and indicate someone knows the monsters are alive and kicking.
Partnered with the sexy and tantalizing Gavin Duran proves to be as challenging and dangerous as the prey she hunts. When the trail leads back to the foundation which warped Raine's magic as a child, her torturous past raises its ugly head.
Gavin and Raine sift through a maze of lies, murder, and betrayal, to discover not only each other, but the emerging threat to them and the entire magical community.
Raine McCord has no problem taking down the monsters of the world, it’s one of the reasons she’s so good at her job. So playing bodyguard to Cheveyo, head Magi of the Northwest, as he consults with the Southwest Kyn should be an easy assignment. Unfortunately, the simple task turns into a nightmare when Cheveyo is kidnapped and Raine is left for dead by one of the Kyn’s most feared beings, a Soul Stealer.
The Stealer’s attack leaves lasting wounds, undermining Raine’s confidence as a warrior and damaging her unruly magic. Her ability to heal her mind and spirit hinges on the one man who can touch her soul, Gavin Durand. Compelled to face the emotions raging between them, they must embrace not only their stormy relationship but their evolving magic to escape the twisted threads of murder and betrayal to find Cheveyo.
As Raine and Gavin come together and begin to unravel the complex web of secrets and hidden vendettas haunting the Southwest Kyn, they discover unsettling new truths that threaten their very existence.
A blonde, a brunette and a monster walk into a bar and all hell breaks loose.
It should have been the start of a bad joke, but days from a full moon Xander Cade, Tracker for the Northwest Motoki Pack, finds nothing funny about confronting an enraged Shifter in a crowded Portland nightclub filled with unsuspecting humans, The resulting carnage begins to fray the thin veil of secrecy shielding the supernatural Kyn community from public scrutiny. It also ensures there is no escaping the one man she's been determined to avoid, her Alpha and mate, Warrick Vidis. Dominating, protective and compelling, Warrick threatens her individuality like no other.
As the Northwest Alpha wolf, compromise isn't in Warrick Vidis's vocabulary, but when his reluctant mate, Xander Cade, refuses to leave off the hunt for a killer, he has no qualms using whoever or whatever necessary to protect her or his pack. A series of unusual deaths involving lone wolves along with anonymous threats against him and his Pack begin to jeopardize his normal steely control. Add in Xander's continual reluctance to fully accept their Soul bond, and the line between intellect and instinct begins to blur, leaving him wondering if one woman's love and acceptance will be enough to save both man and wolf.
As the danger escalates, threatening not just their Pack but those closest to them, Warrick and Xander must find a way to trust each other and accepts their rare bond or risk losing everything--their pack, their friends and each other.
Silence descended between her and Warrick, stretching until it played along her nerves. Slowly, like a door creaking open, he began to loosen his end of the bond. Her wolf began to settle as it sensed his. He studied her, and she could see both the wolf and man looking back. He reached out, but she stepped out of the way and caught a fleeting sense of hurt and confusion. But she couldn’t allow his touch to weaken her resolve.
“Why are you running scared?” His question was stiff.
“Let me ask you something,” she said. When he gave a short nod, she continued. “Why did you bond us?”
“You were dying.” His voice was gruff, almost angry. “I—we need you.”
Need, not love. His choice of words scraped over her heart. “Need?” she asked around the tightness of her chest.
“If we lost you, the pack would be devastated.” “What about you, Warrick?” she whispered.
“An alpha can’t have a weakness, Xander,” he said, searing her with the brutal truth.
“So you consider a mate a weakness?” Oh, this was just getting better and better. Why had she thought she could make this relation- ship work?
“Did you forget what happened with Chavez?” he gritted out, rubbing the heel of his hand over his chest.
His movement had her realizing she was projecting her pain through their bond. Furious with herself, and with him, she reeled in her emotions. “Chavez’s mate was crazy.”
“He covered for her because he loved her, and now his pack is in upheaval.”
She wanted to punch him. The urge was so powerful, she had to curl her hands into the leather of her bike’s seat behind her. “So it’s not a mate that you consider a weakness, but the emotion behind it?” she pushed.
“No,” he growled. “You should never give an alpha wolf someone of his own.”
Confusion momentarily overrode her anger. “Why?”
His lips thinned and his jaw tightened. “An alpha is the ultimate protector. Protection of our packs is a natural directive. We will do whatever is needed to protect what is ours. Even if they don’t want to be protected.”
“Even a mate?” She kept her tone careful as she began to get an inkling as to why he was so damned determined to keep his heart out of her reach.
“To protect a mate some would burn the world,” Warrick answered. “Even at the expense of our pack. Chavez is proof of that.”
“Warrick—” she started.
He snarled and ran a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. “My wolf recognizes you as our mate.” Possessiveness stormed down their bond confirming his words.
Mate. A deep thrill hummed through her at his claim, but her heart ached because there was more to it. Dreading his answer, she asked, “And the man?”
“Is torn.” His face was grim. “Claiming you protects and strengthens the pack, but increases the danger to you.” His and me was left unsaid.
“You think you can claim me, but keep me at arm’s length? As if that will somehow keep me safe?”
He didn’t answer, but she could feel the belief in his screwed up logic. She and her wolf took exception to his assumption, and there was no stifling her growl. “I don’t need you to keep me safe, Warrick. I need you to accept me for who I am.”
Feminine fury rose and burned against his male arrogance. Her challenge was the last straw. She practically heard his control break. Swearing, he trapped her between his body and the bike before she could blink.
Being caged brought her wolf snarling to the forefront. Claws broke through and she swiped out, leaving thin bloody lines across one cheek before he captured her hands in his. He snarled back and took her lips with savage intensity. Ravaging her mouth, he took sharp bites of her lower lip before laving the stings with his tongue.
The Kyn Kronicles Book 4
Death and chaos can devastate even the best-laid plans...
As the leader of the Amanusa, Natasha Bertoi thrives on chaos, but when tragedy strikes the Northwest Kyn, leaving bodies and betrayal in its wake, not even she is prepared for the fallout With the Northwest houses in an uproar and the Wraiths hungry for blood, all her carefully laid plans are put to the test as she wards off the greedy clutches of the ruling Kyn Council. Her plans and pawns are moving along nicely, until he joins the game. div>
Whispers of treachery draw Darius Abazi to the Northwest in search of justice hones with vengeance. After years of protecting the Council and its secrets he harbors no illusions on how lies can be twisted into truth. As death stalks the Northwest Kyn, he faces off with the beautiful, but manipulative Natasha to uncover the mastermind behind it all. div>
A dangerous attraction lures the two predators into a deadly game, where one wrong move could destroy all that Natasha holds dear.
Bitter betrayals and hidden truths forge shattered dreams…
Cheveyo, the most powerful Magi in the Northwest Kyn, lives with one regret—walking away from Tala Whiteriver. When he is sent to broker an alliance with the Southwest Kyn, he recognizes his chance to rectify his mistake, but soon realizes the challenge may be more difficult than expected.
As the youngest Kyn to lead a house, Tala’s a force to be reckoned with, but her role came at a steep price. When an unprovoked attack by the Southwest alpha threatens her position and forces her to face judgment, she finds an unexpected ally in the man who once claimed her heart.
As a series of deadly events unfolds, tensions began to rise between the Southwest houses, with a Tala firmly trapped in the center. Before Tala and Cheveyo can quell the approaching storm, they must untangle a treacherous plot and expose the architects of a devil’s bargain designed to fracture the Kyn. Will Cheveyo and Tala be able to move beyond the confines of their positions and trust their hearts to forge new dreams before the impending nightmare sweeps them apart forever?
Tangled in Shadows
The Kyn Kronicles Short Stories
In a world of intrigue and shadows, tangling with the monsters can leave its mark…
Step into the world of Jami Gray’s Kyn with this collection of short stories, and discover why readers are disappearing into this exciting, Urban Fantasy series.
Wrapped In Shadows, .5 (previously published in Things That Go Bump For The Holidays)
The magic of the holiday season can be hell…
Elite Kyn, Gavin Durand and Raine McCord, are called in to investigate the aftermath of a Christmas engagement party gone horrifically wrong, only to face an unexpected gift.
Submerged in Shadows, 1.5
Treasures from the deep come in all shapes and sizes…
Forced on an unwanted vacation, Raine soon discovers that boredom is the least of her worries when danger washes ashore, bringing unexpected complications.
Masked by Shadows, 2.5
Nothing is ever easy…
For Gavin and Raine the job is simple, deliver a package to an interested party in New Orleans. Yet even the easiest job can mask unexpected challenges.
Ensnared by Shadows, 3.5
Deception leaves a tangled web…
Ryuu Kern, Motoki Pack’s Second, is no stranger to sticky situations, but when delectable Division Agent, Iliana Krychek, comes to him for help, it will take more than claws and teeth to untangle a deadly web of deceit.
Jami Gray is the coffee addicted, music junkie, Queen Nerd of her personal Geek Squad, Alpha Mom of the Fur Minxes, and award winning author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams, and her latest Romantic Suspense series, Fate’s Vultures. She writes to soothe the voices in her head.
I have always loved the darker fairy tales, not the Disney kind they’re just too…bright and shiny. The real Brother Grimm stories, now those were exciting. Their monsters were scarier because they hid behind masks of normality, think the woodcutter’s wife in Hansel and Gretel.
When I write, I tend to develop my characters first and then their world opens up and away we go. For Raine McCord, the heroine of Shadow’s Edge, her first spark came when I was listening to a favorite group (which I’ll keep nameless for now) and heard the following lyric:
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
This started me down the spiral of questions and answers until Raine starting haunting me from dark corners. When she finally cornered me in a rain drenched alley in Portland, I just couldn’t refuse her request and Shadow’s Edge was born.
It wasn’t an easy birth either. I’m what is considered a “pantser”, I write by the seat of my pants. Now, I’ll admit over the years, I’ve learned the value of a bare bones outline but I’m not sure I’ll ever graduate to the intricately detailed outline I’ve seen fellow writers use. The rest of my life might be controlled by my OCD tendencies, but my writing? It’s wild and free.
Here’s how it works:
I carve out my niche of writing time which generally involves me waking up early, before the family, sneaking in some quick and quiet breakfast, packing up the laptop and making a mad dash for the car. I will only relax once the house is a fading image in my rearview. This won’t be a daily occurrence, mind you, but on a good week I will manage this at least once.
When I finally reach my destination, a quaint little coffee shop where the baristas know my name…and more importantly, my drink of choice, I will began to herd the cats better known as “daily worry lists”. It takes a few to get them corralled, but once they’re locked up, my Muse will actually meander in. I fuel up, sit down, boot up and….stare at the computer screen.
I may have escaped the devouring maw of outside influences but now I’m faced with the terrifying sea of blank pages. Frantic, I will go back and read whatever I managed to pound out last time.
My inner editor (IE) will decide to make an appearance and comes in for a sneak peek. “Seriously? You really think she’d do that? With him? Pullleezze!”
My Muse responds with a beady eye. “Think you can do better?”
IE snorts. “You have to ask?”
Knowing if I let her loose, my IE will shred whatever hope I have left of accomplishing anything new into tiny, unrecoverable shreds, I lure her away with the promise she can have more spotlight time—later. Maybe, say, next year.
My Muse smirks and sips her not-really-coffee drink, while silence falls and the screen remains blank. I give my Muse a small tap. I’m ignored. I don’t have time to waste so I’ll bump her chair. She’ll spill her drink, flare a lip and huff off to clean up. So now I’m on my own. My eyes will haze over. It won’t help, the screen is still blank. My fingers join the not-so-happening party. Little by little letters will appear, creating actual words, which in turn, create an ENTIRE SENTENCE. And we’ll be off!
Only to stumble in an inglorious heap moments later. Wait! Didn’t I just use that expression in the last page? What happened to that knife? Dear gods, I lost a shifter! Where did he go? Oh wait, found him, but what happened to his pants? Oh for the love of pete…
As hard as it is to get the story out, I wouldn’t trade the frustration of putting it to paper for anything. I love Urban Fantasy, always have, always will.
In Urban Fantasy, your hero or heroine have to be tough. Otherwise all the creatures out there prowling around (vamps, weres, zombies, demons, feral slugs, etc.) will tear them to pieces. Between the magic screwing things up and the massive amounts of supernatural creatures strolling around, their lives are never boring. It’s what makes UF stories great.
For my heroine, Raine, she has quite a few things to overcome. Some are external --human scientists, a twisted killer, a sexy partner, the rain. Those she can deal with, one way or the other. It’s the internal factors that make her who she is. She’s Kyn, the race of supernatural beings fairy tales all come from, and she’s a feared warrior known as a Wraith. She’s tough, no arguing that. Yet, thanks to some creative experiments when she was a teen-ager she’s not just Kyn, but something more, something frightening, even to her.
Shadow’s Edge follows Raine down a bloody trail of bodies into the shadowy world of power plays and half-truths, while forcing her to face the monster crouched inside. Now it’s her turn to decide who’s really the monster--the one destroying the ones around them or the one who’s hunting them?
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