I am still reading this novel so I will post my review later. Until then, here is an excerpt from the novel.
EXCERPT
Maya stalked to the door
and flung it open. She had every intention of shoving past him and
getting the hell away. Joss would still be in the car so if she ran
fast enough she’d get there before Byron.
Byron was ready for her.
Maya tried to run past
him, but he slammed his palm into her chest. She stumbled backward,
her hip hitting the basin with a solid thwack. Her body ached but her
gaze remained on Byron. He kept his head down, looking at her out of
the top of his eyes. Like a bull, readying himself to charge straight
at her. She expected smoke to rise from his nose soon.
Byron closed the distance
between them in the blink of an eye. His hand spread around her neck
before Maya could move. Before she could think. Even before she
realized there was nowhere to go. He lifted her by the throat, her
feet dangling at least a foot off the floor. He was so strong, so
frighteningly strong. His fingers dug deep.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Normal people sneak out
to a party and have fun. Maya Rao ends the evening by incinerating
the guy who attacks her.
Nik Lucas, sexy, new in
town and totally forbidden, happens to walk in on her. Normal guys
would run for the hills. Nik knows a whole lot more than he's
telling.
Maya doesn't believe the
gods are real, doesn't waste her time with mere mythology. But when
gods, demons and hellhound's become the new normal and wielding fire
becomes her new skill, she must decide what it is she really
believes.
Can
Maya accept that normal is something she will never be because it
isn't normal to be
...the Hand of Kali.
...the Hand of Kali.
MEET THE AUTHOR
I
have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that
reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray
into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my
escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my
personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage
daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my
confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf.
It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both
passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…
My
heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa
where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the
endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour.
My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been
transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the
Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure
beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these
two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
ONLINE LINKS:
Website
http://www.tgayer.com/
Twitter
https://twitter.com/TGAyerAuthor
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