“What the hell?”
Cael unwrapped his arms from around the man standing beside him, stepped away and gaped at the unfamiliar face staring back. The guy looked just as perplexed and his right hand firmly clutched the handle of a small pocket Glock.
“How did I get here?”
Cael shrugged. “Don’t know, man. Who are you and what’s with the gun? You gonna shoot me?”The stranger’s dark eyebrows furrowing into a frown, he gawked at the weapon as if he’d never seen one before and blinked before lowering it. He shook his head. “Don’t think so. Name’s Finn. Who the bloody hell are you?” The guy’s tone dripped with a heavy Scottish accent as his eyes darted over the white, sandy, palm-covered islet, sitting on a reef—a reef that circled a lagoon like a delicate ribbon of pearls.The island in the middle of nowhere seemed vaguely fami
liar to Cael, but he couldn’t place when he might have ever been there before. Maybe in a dream.“I’m Cael. Cael Sheridan.” He realized he must have teleported the two of them to this spot, but didn’t know why. And this guy? Cael had no idea who he was or why he clung to that gun. “I … I’m not sure where we are.” He thought hard about the last few minutes and discovered he couldn’t recall where he’d been when he teleported. “I can’t seem to remember where we were or how we got here.” Yeah, teleportation for sure, but Cael wouldn’t divulge his abilities without knowing anything about his companion. “How about you?”The guy, Finn he supposed, shook his head. “Haven’t a clue. Last thing I recall, I was sitting in a pub trying to coax a pretty, young lass into having a fling.” Finn frowned thoughtfully. “I’m sure I managed that too, but damn, I wish I could remember it.”Cael looked down at the fancy suit he wore—not his usual attire—and realized Finn was similarly dressed. He figured they must have been together at some formal event. Maybe a police benefit. Cael gestured toward the gun. “Hey, are you my partner? I’m a detective. NYPD, 19th Precinct. Manhattan actually.”“Nah, can’t say I ever went in for any detective work. Besides, I bide in Crail Harbor.”“Where?”“Scotland. You know, the East Neuk of Fife,” Finn stated as if he should know that.Cael frowned. What was he doing with a guy from Scotland? He reached into the smooth, dark fabric of his pants pocket for his cell phone, except his pocket was empty. He probed around in the other one, only to find a stick of spearmint gum and a magnolia leaf. “Hmmm … wonder what this is from … and where’s my wallet?” He patted his coat pocket but didn’t feel anything, not even his own holstered gun. Instantly his internal radar blasted red warning lights in his head. “Shit. No phone, no wallet. I always have my phone. You got a phone?”Finn looked at him and nodded. “Oh, yeah,” then checked his pocket, pulled out a slim cell phone, and stared at it as if he’d never seen it before.“What’s wrong?”“Strange. This doesn’t look like my phone.”“It looks like a new model, not one I recognize. Let me have it.”“Who you gonna call?” Finn laughed.Cael smirked as the old “Ghost Buster” song came to his mind. “Not going there. I’m gonna call … um ….” He really didn’t know whom he should call. He hadn’t bothered to memorize any phone numbers since they were all in his phone, and besides, there were way too many to even try to remember them all. “My mom. I’ll call my mom.” That was a number he’d known since he was a kid.Finn gawked at him. “We’re stranded on a beautiful deserted piece of paradise and you’re going to call your mother?”“Yeah. Why? Who else should we call?”“How about some lovely piece of ass? Gimme, I got people, I’ll call somebody.” Finn snatched the phone from Cael and pushed a few buttons. Frowning, he held the phone to his ear and waited. He shook his head and glanced at the device. “No signal.”“Huh.” Cael sank down to sit in the powdery white sand with his knees up, arms resting over them. The guy, Finn, sat next to him, mimicking the position and they stared at the waves lapping softly in front of them, the gentle foam spilling over the beach. Cael looked across the deep blue lagoon at two towering peaks of sheer black rock, dominating the center of the island’s lush green tropical slopes. Hillsides blossoming with hibiscus flowed over the valley below. “Well, we certainly are overdressed for this place.”“That’s no lie. Where are we?”
♥~~Spotlight + Giveaway~~♥ A SECRET FATE by Susan Griscom
Title:A Secret Fate
Author: Susan Griscom
Series: A Whisper Cape Novel (#3)
Genre: Paranormal Romance (Adult)
Publisher: Amber Glow Books
Release Date: Oct 31 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
“Well, fate was cruel, wasn’t it?”
Cael and Addison’s fate has taken an unexpected turn.
Gerry, Addie and Cael almost captured Careen’s murderer only to lose Cael in the battle—a battle that nearly cost him his life. But despite his survival, he faces a new challenge, thanks to Gerry’s handiwork: will Cael remember Addie or is their love lost with him?
Addie’s family and friends think she should keep the relationship a secret from Cael so he isn’t forced into feelings he can’t remember. Just what she needs, more secrets and on top of everything else, someone stole the crystal. How is she supposed to get over the loss of her lover, a lover she’d barely had for only a few short months and deal with the secret of the lost crystal at the same time?
Aiden wants nothing more than to help Addie overcome her grief and get over Cael. Or is that all he wants? What happens when too many people know the secret and someone slips up?
Susan Griscom daydreams often. And sometimes her daydreams interfere with her daydreams not to mention real life. Because, let’s face it, her character’s lives are so much more exciting. Sometimes it’s young adult or new adult or just plain old mainstream fiction. Sometimes it’s paranormal romance, where her playing field delves into a different milieu than the usual vampires and werewolves. Some day she might write about fangs and fur, but for now she prefers sticking to strong heroes and heroines confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and abilities beyond the norm, mixed with some steamy romance to get the blood boiling.
Susan lives in the Sierra Foothills in Northern California with her very romantic husband, her small yippy dog, Riley, and her humongous black cat, Saké. Her family consists of his and hers; four wonderful sons and one beautiful daughter, and seven grand angels.
Susan loves when a story takes hold and pulls her into the fantasy, that’s magic.
You can visit Susan at www.susangriscom.com
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