Fans of Erica Stevens and Laurell K. Hamilton are sure to love the 'no surrender' attitude of the MADISON LARK ADVENTURE series.
Fray (Madison Lark) is a leopard shapeshifter with attitude and heart. She is brash, curses, and has a lot of fun. I enjoy writing about Fray because she does what she wants when she wants (which is what we all secretly want to do sometimes). However, she also grows as a character. Through a web of action and violence, Fray learns when to use her fists and when to use her heart. She also realizes that some consequences are irreversible, and living with them can slice you apart faster than the sharpest claws.
Frayed is fast-paced urban fantasy with budding friendships and close family relationships that inspire Fray to be better and do better. Of course, she will always be headstrong and driven. Some things never change. ;)
A MADISON LARK ADVENTURE: BOOK ONE
"I loved the laugh-out-loud, witty dialogue, intricate plot, and fully actualized multicultural cast of characters." -Angie Sandro, author of the DARK PARADISE series
As a semi-pro fighter and free spirit, Fray doesn't have a care in the world, until a secret group begins abducting supernatural teens in the Blue Hills of North Carolina for excruciating experiments. Will Fray, a leopard shapeshifter, and her unlikely allies rescue the children before they are dissected alive?
Fray will do whatever it takes to stop her world from changing -including confronting personal prejudices and a brooding ex- but the ultimate sacrifice forces her to realize just how overdue change is. Her most shocking discovery: Everyone's human. At least a little..
Cover by the fabulous Nhys Glover.
EXCERPT
Dome lights toasted the blood streaking from brow to breastbone, turning it to liquid heat on my flesh. The sensation thrilled like the first touch of a lover, and when I realized it wasn’t mine the pleasure spike awoke a fever calling to that part of me that was never human. I wanted to relinquish my human bonds, unleash that feral leopard energy for real, but that was against the rules. This time. Instead, I smiled like the devil and I were sharing a beer in hell and hook-punched Danica, my opponent, in the face. Scarlet splatters filled the air like tiny dancers. I closed my eyes, smiling as the fresh blood caressed my tender eyelids and the hyper sensitive pout of my lips.
This is my moment, the point in every fight when they see what they did wrong.
When they see me winning.
Being a semi-pro mixed martial arts fighter was my world. I especially loved the shifter fights. Underground, of course. To some, it was bloody, simple as that. To me, it was an art form. Truthfully, the decision to fight had been made long before graduating high school ten years ago. My family agreed that it quelled the intense hunting urges of my leopard half and maintained enough excitement to dock my human predisposition for trouble.
A MADISON LARK ADVENTURE: BOOK TWO
An age-old prophecy has predicted the rise of the first serpente king in over five-hundred-years. Fray and her group, the Collective, must protect the potential kings from an outlier group of serpentes hell-bent on destroying the prophecy in the most gruesome way imaginable.
But deep in the forgotten woods of North Carolina, Fray accidentally awakens an ancient gorgon magic that has the power to heal or destroy. Surrounded by temptation and bloodshed, Fray learns that bones never lie. Some even speak.
Cover by Nhys Glover.
EXCERPT
Knocking on my ex's door at two in the morning to cuddle when I couldn't sleep wasn't a copout, it was a goddamn necessity. And not for the typical horny reasons. My massive case of bedhead was a testament to the urgency.
Ever since the Dissenters had kidnapped and mutilated shifter children -our children- the memories were reluctant to fade, and the dreams trailed closer than the children who stacked reality too high and heavy on my heart that horrendous night. But I only drove across town when the nightmares made night terrors look like kittens in drag.
The mammoth mahogany door opened briskly. I hugged my black leather jacket close and hopped from foot to foot in the early morning chill. Until I looked up. Blaire was barefoot, wearing nothing but boxers. Holy shit! His bronzed chest begged to be teased by my fingertips and his powerful shoulders could outperform anyone I knew. Forcing my gaze upward, past the sensual lines of his neck, I stared into perfect ocean eyes that haunted my very best memories.





