Genre: New Adult Paranormal
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Tragedy has made Keaira wise beyond her twenty years. Forced to work for the General, a commanding man who blackmailed his way into her life, she was ordered to study self-defense and master knife throwing. In the hidden community of Shifters, falcons are considered weak, a fact which may ultimately save her life. To escape his cruelty, she will need to call upon her quick-witted falcon side, but the General has other plans – ones which involve his only son, Carson.
When unexpected feelings form between Keaira and Carson, the General quickly moves his pieces into place, launching his quest to take over the world. If she wants to survive, Keaira must stay one step ahead in the General’s deadly game and discover his weaknesses. Even if it means risking her life and the lives of those she cares about most.
With war on the horizon, sides are being drawn. Deadly secrets must be exposed. Time is running out for Keaira and all of mankind.
Keaira jumped when her desk phone rang. Cursing, she picked up the phone.
“Mr. Scott’s office.”
“Hey, it’s Carson.”
Keaira felt her face light up.
“Oh. Hi. How did you get my work number?” Keaira shook her head at her own stupid question. “Ugh, I think I already knew the answer to that.”
“Sorry. I talked to my dad this morning. Just thought I’d warn you that he was asking questions about us.” He sounded a little unsure of himself.
“It’s not a big deal. So, what’s up?”
Keaira twirled her chair around to stare at the boring white wall behind her.
“I was just going to tell you I’d really like to see you again. How does tomorrow night sound?”
Keaira pushed her foot lightly against the floor to turn the chair the way around and rested her elbows on her desk. The deep sound of his voice made her feel a little light headed.
“I’m free.” Keaira caught herself before she giggled. I will not act like a giddy little school-girl over a guy, even Carson.
“Dinner and bowling with my friends all right with you?” He sounded nervous, not at all like the confident, easy-going Carson of the night before.
“Sounds like fun.”
“Last time you shot down my idea, so I just wanted to make sure. I’ll pick you up after work.” Now he was back to the cocky Carson she had been with last night.
“See ya then. Bye.”
Keaira turned back around to hang up, but the cord wouldn’t reach the cradle. She untangled it from around the chair and freed the finger that was all wrapped up in the cord from twisting it while she was talking to Carson. Gah, I am acting like a school-girl. Who doesn’t use cordless phones these days anyways.
Keaira was so distracted she didn’t see Mr. Scott come into her office. She nearly fell out of her chair when she looked up. She could understand not hearing or seeing him enter, but surely she should have smelled his cologne when he came into the room. I hate that cologne.
He tried to smile. To Keaira it just looked like a sneer. She’d love to be the one who wiped it from his face one day.
He said, “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. He knew damn well she had just been on the phone with Carson.
“Not interrupting, no.”
He set a handful of papers on her desk. “New membership information.”
Keaira took the papers and started looking through them. Despite her obvious attempt to ignore him, the General didn’t leave. She avoided his gaze as she started transferring bank accounts and phone numbers to the computer. He pulled up a chair to the front of the desk.
“So how are things going with Carson?”
He unbuttoned his navy-blue suit jacket as he sat down, exposing the crisp white dress shirt underneath.
Keaira didn’t look at him.
“Considering you are my boss and he is your son, there are two strikes against you. I guess the fact that you hold my life in your hands is the third reason why I will not talk to you about anything having to do with me and Carson.”
The General chuckled. “I knew I could trust you to keep secrets.”
Keaira tried not to let him affect her, but the tremor, which ran up her spine, couldn’t be stopped. Her fingers clenched into fists, and she figured that while he was in a good mood she would broach the subject that had been nagging at her all day.
“Speaking of secrets, why are you keeping your, um, plans from your family?”
She held her breath, hoping she would not regret acting on her curiosity. She peered at him out of the corner of her eye.
The General sighed and looked at her oddly. Funny, he thinks he can trust me. Keaira inwardly laughed. She met his brown eyes as he stared at her. A minute passed with neither of them moving. He finally leaned back in his chair and closed the door. Keaira relaxed a bit, allowing herself to breathe.
“I don’t want to put them in harm’s way any more than I already have. Those who deny the rise of the higher class may try to get information out of them.”
He spoke quickly. Keaira had the feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole reason.
Not being the best at holding her tongue, Keaira whispered, “You don’t want them to try to stop you.”
The General suddenly stood and then returned the chair to its place in the corner. He turned back toward Keaira, and she slumped into her chair as his brown eyes bore into hers.
“I love my family. I will not let anything hurt them.” He gave her one last hard glance as he opened the office door and left.
Keaira sat there, mouth wide open and watched him leave.
She believed the General loved his family but on selfish terms. This man was insane, and he held her life and the lives of many others in his hands. If it were not for the collateral the General had over Keaira, she would want nothing to do with his scheme to rule over the humans. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she reminded herself he had the ability to take any life he wanted. She wasn’t the only one in danger. Right now she was just thankful her big mouth didn’t get her into even bigger trouble.
Top ten things you don’t know about me:
1. Cotton or Silk?
Silk sheets, cotton clothes.
I’m not a drinker but I do love my Coca Cola.
I don’t like to call myself a plotter even though I write an outline for each of my books. I still let the characters talk to me and if something changes I don’t hesitate to listen to what they have to say.
4. Describe your workspace
Most days it is sitting on the couch in the living room with my five-year-old running around and my three-year-old seeing the laptop as competition as he tries to climb on my lap. One day I might have an office but for right now I’ll take what I can get. J
5. Sports fan or just tolerate it?
I grew up watching football and basketball with my dad all weekend every weekend. In high school I had to explain to the boys what was happening on the field. I’m a Colts fan but I love Manning so I root for the Broncos too.
6. Who is your biggest influence on writing?
I would have to say J.K. Rowling because Harry Potter gave me the reading bug and I wouldn’t be writing today if I hadn’t discovered J.K. Rowling’s wizarding world.
7. Favorite food –
Ice Cream – Any kind of ice cream. J
8. When did you start writing?
About two years ago. I started reading more and my imagination began to create its own stories. I started writing them down when these stories started interrupting my sleep schedule.
9. If money were no object, where would you like to live?
New Zealand. They have two of my favorite things in one place: the ocean and the mountains.
10. What’s next for you?
I’m working on the next book in The Time Series getting it ready for a spring release.
Thank you for having me! I hope your readers enjoy Stolen Time.
Pink here…I loved this book and hated it at the same time. What I loved about it was that even though it was New Adult, it didn’t have the angst that I’m beginning to hate in all New Adult books. I mean really…no one and I mean NO ONE is that broken, emotional crippled, etc. that they can’t find their way out without the help of a girlfriend/boyfriend. Ugh. No thanks. What’s the difference in Stolen Time? The characters and they way that Ms. Harris wrote them. Yes, Keiara had problems. Losing her boyfriend in a horrific car wreck when everything was going so well. But she pulled up her boot straps and got on with living.
Okay, so the life wasn’t all that great but she wasn’t dependent on another man to bring her happiness in and out of her bed. In fact, that is another great thing about the book. There is no sex at all. A little kissing and maybe some petting (as Harlie says) but nothing that your grandmother can’t read. The crux of the story is how Keiara came under the somewhat misguidance of the General and how that all played out.
What I didn’t like was this…ITS A PREQUEL and now I have to wait for the next book. Grrr…. The ending was surprising and left me on pins and needles. I don’t have a clue when the next book will be out but trust me, I will be buying it and reading it. I loved Keiara, the General’s son Carson and what’s with the family that can’t leave? Too many unanswered questions but at the same time, questions were answered.
Again, Grrrr but AWESOMESAUCE, too. I’m picky about my PNR but I will definitely be looking for the next book from Ms. Harris.
Angela Rae Harris: Stories of Hope ~ Creating Dreams
Angela is an author, a wife, mother of two, and a part-time assistant office manager. She loves nights when her husband cooks. Her two kids keep her hopping and help her tap into her well of creativity and imagination.
At thirteen, Angela read Harry Potter and was reacquainted with books. She reads everything from Steven King to Will Hobbs. She started writing after her youngest was born. The characters started to visit and wouldn’t let her sleep until she wrote down their stories.
She’d love for people to get lost in her books.
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