by Harper A. Brooks
Publication Date: October 24, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select Otherworld, Paranormal Romance
Synopsis: Prince Kael has just lost his father to an assassin, and he’s the next target. A murderer is on the loose, the kingdom is in disarray, and Kael is determined to make the person responsible for killing his father pay. But falling for the beautiful Cara, panther-shifter and main suspect in his father’s murder, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s not at all sure she did it, and he finds himself going against everything he’s ever known just to claim her.The ceremonial Hunt is approaching, and mates must be chosen to run together. The hatred between the tiger and panther species is all they know. If Kael and Cara follow their hearts, it could mean treason and death.
THE HUNT BOOK TRAILER
Suddenly, Kael sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re bleeding.” His fingers wrapped around her arm and jerked her toward him. She almost lost her footing, but his grip tightened and held her upright. “The dart—did it hit you?”
Cara looked at her arm. Just above Kael’s hand, a dark line of crimson bubbled up from a new gash splitting her flesh. Cara remembered a sharp pain while falling, but she didn’t feel it now. Actually, the skin around it was pleasantly warm, tingling even. Numb. Even Kael’s touch was becoming lost to her.
“Just a scratch,” she choked. The taste of smoldering ash and mint coated her tongue. She tried to swallow it, but stomach acid rose up and scalded the back of her throat.
“Cara, the poison…” Kael’s voice sounded far away.
Colors danced in front of her eyes until Kael was no longer standing there facing her. Her head lolled to the side, too heavy for her neck.
“Guards!” he called out, then turned back to Cara. “You pushed me out of the way!” He repeated it over and over. “Why? You pushed me…Why? Guards!”
She closed her eyes. She was tired all of a sudden. Very tired.
Was Kael still in the cell with her? She didn’t feel his fingers on her arm anymore.
The last thing she heard was her name whispered from Kael’s lips.
Up and down her back, her skin prickled. Her muscles tensed. Someone was behind her, and not too far away. The rising volume of voices from the crowd made it difficult for Cara to listen for any hints of who it may be. Friend or foe? She lifted her nose and sniffed. Hidden underneath the distinct, heavy smells of the marketplace—burning incense, sweat, and smoky fires—was the faint, crisp scent of mint leaves.
Then, she heard several light cracking sounds, like twigs breaking underfoot. Before she could turn her head, something too small to see in its speed blew past her face, whistling through the air. She tried yelling a warning to the dais, but the words weren’t even on her tongue before Rei Salus was gripping his chest. His face twisted in terror, and his knees collapsed under him. The leopard guards reached out, grasping his arms as he fell to the floor.
Many people in the crowd dropped to the ground, covering their heads. Others screamed and ran into the safety of the canvas tents. With the space cleared, Cara could see more of the stage. The rei’s body twitched and jumped like a fish taken from water. White, foamy bubbles leaked from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. Kael, the tiger prince, fell to his father’s side and ripped something out of his chest. As he held it up to examine it, Cara saw a slender wooden tube with a needle-like nose. It was a dart of some kind.
“He’s been poisoned!” Kael shouted to the guards. His voice was as menacing and powerful as his appearance. Rei Salus’s thrashing continued. Every second seemed to drag on as the crowd watched in silent horror. Cara couldn’t look away, either.
Then, a terrible gurgling sound spewed from his mouth, and he stilled, lying like a puddle on the dais. One of the leopards reached down and pressed his fingers against his neck.
“The rei…He is dead,” he said.
The prince looked at the dart again, his rage making his eyes glow. Then, his focus moved to something else, something beyond the weapon. A fierce growl tore from his throat as his and Cara’s eyes locked.
Her gut lurched as realization hit her.
“You!” he roared, throwing the dart down and pulling the dagger from his belt. “Panther!”
Cara was running before the word left his mouth.
ABOUT HARPER A. BROOKS
Harper A. Brooks lives in a small town on the New Jersey shore. Even though classic authors have always filled her bookshelves, she finds her writing muse drawn to the dark, magical, and romantic. But when she isn’t creating entire worlds with sexy shifters or legendary love stories, you can find her either with a good cup of coffee in hand or at home snuggling with her furry, four-legged son, Sammy.
She writes historical and paranormal romance.