![]() There is always something that makes us feel bad about a choice we made. Maybe it's the time we white lied about not being available so we missed visiting with family. Or saying that we liked something when we didn't. But real guilt is what Carver felt over not doing enough to stop the attack on Dia's tribe. It wasn't a small white lie but impacted all the Ngata family. Because of his guilt, he walked away from his first love Dia. But fate has a way of setting some things right. Now Carver and Dia come face to face and have to decide to forgive or forget. Dia's Lure is the third book in the Solstice Quartet, four stories about the Ngata family, a group of swan shifters. This is the spiciest book yet as Dia doesn't have just one love, but two. But don't worry Dia is just the woman to handle them! Blurb: When Dia finally gets caught, she has to decide: flee or fight? Or…fall in love? After years on the run, Dia Ngata’s luck has run out. Not by hunters, though, but by a reclusive bat shifter colony and the witches bound to them. The worst part? Her fellow captive happens to be Carver Kano, the ex-lover who betrayed her all those years ago. Carver Kano admits his mistakes, and his biggest was being too late to stop the slaughter of Dia’s tribe. Ever since, the investigative journalist has focused on putting the biggest and baddest behind bars; however, he can’t escape the prison of his guilt. When he gets captured by the bat colony, he doesn’t expect to form a friendship with the handsome bat shifter Milos or to have a chance to earn Dia’s forgiveness. Dia plans to escape as soon as possible. And Milos? He simply wants to survive. Dia is Kano’s mate, but Milos ignites something in them both. When someone from Kano’s past threatens the colony, can the trio put their fears and mistrust aside? Or will history repeat itself once more? Love shifters? Catherine Peace’s Solstice Quartet series blends magic and love as three daughters of a swan tribe find love where they least expect it. Peace’s stories bring to mind books by Patricia Briggs and Carrie Ann Ryan. EXCERPT: Dia’s scent grew stronger the weaker he became. Fuck his brain for pulling this shit, but maybe if he died, her scent would carry him into the next life and the other swans wouldn’t hate him outright. I tried. I tried and I failed, and I’m so fuckin’ sorry. He curled up against a corner of the cage and waited to die. That scent, that damned beautiful, addictive, taunting scent, drove him to stay conscious, as if Dia’s sweet voice whispered in his ear, begging him to open his eye, to look at her, soft hands caressing his face, skating over the days of stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave. His head lolled into her touch. When he managed to do what she wanted, he started. Not Dia, but another of the healthy women. “There you are,” she whispered. In Romanian, she ordered the two others flanking her to … do something. He didn’t know, but she spoke in a harsh voice of command. Moments later, they grabbed him out of the cage, and with an arm draped over each of them, dragged him back toward the camp. Guess he must’ve looked even worse than he thought. The woman who’d examined him gestured rapidly at a young man who reeked of that cloying sick scent, and another person looked on with concern. When their eyes met, a pang of realization so knife-sharp it cut through the haze threatening to steal his consciousness came with the connection. A slender hand went to the mouth he’d kissed a thousand times and crystalline eyes widened with the same fear as that last night. She’s alive. nOW aVAILABLE IN eBOOK AND pRINT |