Title: Fang And Claw
Series: Nocturne Academy
Author: Evangeline Anderson
Genre: Paranormal, Young Adult
Release Date: 22nd February 2020
BLURB supplied by Xpresso Book Tours
My name is Kaitlyn Fellows and I’ll never be the same.
The Fire stole everything from me.
My home…my family…even my beauty.
The right side of my face is normal–even pretty. But the left side, I hide in
shame. That’s where The Fire marked me…scarred me forever.
At Nocturne Academy I’m nothing–just a little Norm girl with no supernatural
powers and a disfigured face.
Which is why it’s so strange that a big, Handsome Drake like Ari Reyes should
take an interest in me.
But it isn’t only Ari who’s interested in me.
For under his high cheekbones and clear amber eyes, he hides another, much more
frightening visage–A Drake, the fire-breathing monster that lives within him.
A monster who has decided I should be his alone.
Can I survive Ari’s love for me? And more importantly, can I survive the love
of his Drake?
Because once a girl has been claimed by a Drake, the only way out is through
The Fire.
What am I going to do?
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EXCERPT
ARI
I finished my test
and brought it up to the teacher’s desk to place face-down on the slowly
accumulating pile. Ms. Eventide was a Nocturne with sharp green eyes and a pale
face. She nodded as I put down my paper and turned to go back to my seat.
“Very good, Mr.
Reyes, you may read quietly at your desk,” she murmured.
I nodded, even though
I knew that I wouldn’t be reading a thing. I would get out a book and pretend
to read, of course, but mostly I would be watching Kaitlyn, who was even now
getting up to place her own test on the teacher’s desk
.
But as she moved past
me, the little human seemed to trip on something on the floor. She gasped and
windmilled her arms, her test papers flying in all directions as she started to
fall.
I didn’t think—I just
acted. Reaching down, I scooped her up before she could hit the floor and
gathered her close to my chest.
“Oh!” Kaitlyn gasped
and for a moment I saw her full face, as I had that day in PE—both the lovely
right side and the scarred left side. Then she turned away quickly, using her
long hair to hide herself, as she always did.
“Are you all right?”
I asked, worried
about her.
“I’m fine. Please put
me down.”
She was trembling in
my arms—shaking as though she feared me. I could smell the scent of her terror
too—the sharp smell of adrenalin rose around me.
But there was
something else too—an added component to her usually sweet scent which I was,
by now, completely addicted to. It was strangely metallic and…I don’t know how
else to put this…cold. A scent like
winter coming on.
What was wrong with
her?
“Mr. Reyes, I believe
you can put Miss Fellows down now.” The sharp voice of our teacher cut through
me like a knife and I realized I had been cradling the little human to my chest
and inhaling her scent, trying to work out what was different about her, while
ignoring her request to be put back on her feet.
“Forgive me,” I said
quickly, setting her down gently. “I just…didn’t want you to fall.”
Kaitlyn’s only answer
was a frightened glance before she rushed back to her seat. But then she
appeared to realize that her test papers were still all over the floor. She
started to get up again, though by now, everyone in the class was staring at
her—which I knew was agony for the little human. In all that she did, what she
strove for most was simply not to be noticed—not to be seen.
“Let me,” I told her
and bent to pick up the scattered papers. Stacking them neatly, I placed them face-down
on the teacher’s desk and resumed my own seat.
Kaitlyn’s one visible
eye—a lovely pale aquamarine that was striking in the pale, creamy brown of her
face—followed me uncertainly. As I passed her on the way back to my desk she
murmured, “Thank you,” in a voice so low I was certain no one heard but me.
I nodded and
murmured, “Welcome.”
She stared at me for
a moment more, then looked quickly away, her curtain of hair swinging down to
hide her face.
I wished she could
have met my eyes just a moment more—I hated the fact that she was clearly
afraid of me. I probably shouldn’t have swooped her up like that but what else
could I do—just let her fall?
Inside me, my Drake
roared in negation. Kaitlyn was ours, he asserted passionately—ours to watch
over, ours to protect. I could no more stand by and watch her fall and hurt
herself than I had been able to let Sanchez get away with bullying her.
But as I sat back
down in my own seat, I couldn’t help lifting my nose to catch a bit of her
scent once more. Her fear had faded but the new, cold note hit my nose, making
it tingle. I frowned—why did she smell so strange? So unlike herself?
I frowned as I
wondered once again, what was happening to my little human?
Evangeline
Anderson is the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Author of the Brides of the
Kindred, Alien Mate Index, and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something
and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing
erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before
it occurred to her to try and get paid for it. To her delight, she found
that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has
been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.
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