The latest stand-alone novel in Dani Harper’s Grim Series will delight old and new fans alike, transporting them to the ancient fae realm beneath the modern human world, where magic rules and menace abounds . . .
Grim Series, Book 4
Dani Harper
Release Date: January 9, 2018
Dani Harper
Release Date: January 9, 2018
Publisher: Montlake Romance
ISBN-10: 1503948943
ISBN-13: 978-1503948945
About Storm Crossed:
Heir to a noble fae house, Trahern is forced to watch helplessly as his twin brother is cruelly changed into a grim—a death dog—as punishment for falling in love with the wrong person. Trahern doesn’t believe love exists, but he will do anything to keep his brother alive—even join the Wild Hunt and ride the night skies of the human world.
Lissy Santiago-Callahan believes in love but has no time for it. She’s busy juggling her career as an academic and her home life as a single mom to a young son with Asperger’s. Her hectic life in sleepy Eastern Washington is made even more chaotic with the sudden arrival of a demanding fae and his unusual “dog.”
Mortal and immortal have nothing in common, and the attraction between Lissy and Trahern surprises them both. But when their desire places Lissy and her child in the path of a deadly faery feud, will the connection last, or will their separate worlds prove too great a divide?
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Read Tour Excerpt #3:
He shook his
head and wished he hadn’t as a trickle of fresh blood escaped his wound. The
rock that surrounded them was the same that formed the palace foundations,
rendering ineffective any spell that could whisk them away.
“Hold!” an
imperious voice shouted, and the warths left off their attack, reluctantly
crouching in place. Trahern narrowed his eyes, straining to focus—and saw a
large band of mounted soldiers in ragtag armor. Gray skin was visible behind
their strange helms, and their eyes shone green. He didn’t recognize them at
all, but his sorcerer’s sight could not mistake the crimson aura that
surrounded their swords and spears. Iron weapons. Very few in the Nine Realms
could approach such things, and the cut of an iron blade was a slow but sure
poison to any Tylwyth Teg. Faint and dizzy, he held on to Braith with one hand
to steady himself and pressed himself harder against the rock to bolster his
remaining power. Last, he eased off his boots. The ground was cool beneath his
bare feet, and he drew in energy like drawing fresh breath, pulling it up from
the very bedrock, renewing him, aiding him for one last—
A deep shadow
abruptly fell across the forest, and thunder rolled from a formerly clear sky.
The soldiers glanced around uneasily as their horses twitched and danced
beneath them. The warths slunk silently away, and Trahern felt the hair on his
head prickle and rise. Braith, get down!
The entire world
erupted into white light and noise beyond hearing as a bolt of lightning
crashed to earth before him.
Trahern wasn’t
certain if he had lost consciousness or not, but it was an abysmally long time
before he could see and hear again. Braith was on top of him, apparently trying
to shield him. Move, he said in his mind.
Are you well?
I would be
better if I could breathe. Move!
The great dog
slid his bulk from Trahern’s chest, and he rolled over with a grunt, gratefully
filling his lungs. His vision blurred and cleared, blurred and cleared, but he
could make out that only a handful of the mercenaries remained, and most looked
like they wanted to leave. He had to give the leader credit for nerve—but the
man no longer looked at him at all.
“In the name of
Eirianwen of the House of Oak, we have come to arrest the fugitive Trahern,”
the man shouted.
“Her name means
nothing here.” The new voice came from high above, and Trahern struggled to
see. A burly stallion, as glossy and black as obsidian, stood upon the rocky
outcrop behind him, and its tall rider was dressed in dark leathers. His hair
was as black as his mount, falling to his waist in hundreds of braids and
stirred by an unseen wind. Save for the dangerous glitter in his jet-colored
eyes and the glow of the light whip resting on his thigh, it was like staring
at Death itself.
“He—he is a
traitor, My Lord, sir. We have a right—”
“As trespassers
in the Nine Realms, you have no rights.” The great horse stepped down from the
steep rocky outcropping as easily as if walking across a meadow. The mercenary
captain paled visibly as Lurien, Lord of the Wild Hunt, placed himself squarely
between the soldiers and their intended quarry. “Our laws state that betrayers
and traitors are the rightful prey of the Wild Hunt,” said Lurien, then leaned
forward in the saddle, his next words measured and menacing. “If he lives, he
is mine. If he dies, he is also mine. Stay if you wish to join him.”
Meet the Author:
Legend, lore, love, and magic. These are the hallmarks of Dani Harper’s transformational tales of faeries, shapeshifters, ghosts, and more, for a mature audience.
A former newspaper editor, Dani’s passion for all things supernatural led her to a second career writing fiction. There isn't anything she likes better than exploring myths and legends from many cultures, which serve to inspire her sizzling and suspenseful stories.
A longtime resident of the Canadian north and southeastern Alaska, she now lives in rural Washington with her retired mountain-man husband. Together they do battle with runaway garden gnomes, rampant fruit trees, and a roving herd of predatory chickens.
Dani Harper is the author of Storm Crossed, Storm Warned, Storm Bound, Storm Warrior (the Grim Series), as well as First Bite (Dark Wolf), for Montlake Romance. She is also the author of a Yuletide ghost story, The Holiday Spirit, plus a popular shapeshifter series, which includes Changeling Moon, Changeling Dream, and Changeling Dawn.
For more, visit her website at http://www.daniharper.com
Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.com/Dani-Harper/e/B004FD8RV2
