Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Featured Author....Meaka Kyel....Day 2

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It's been six months since Cal Gains saved Taylar Wennings from a lamia and discovered the woman has the supernatural gift of tracking whatever she focuses on. Cal hunts monsters and Taylar now falls into that category. Though he's promised not to kill her until they know what she is, he does enlist the help of a fellow hunter. Is killing her an option after all they've been through together? Will he realize what he feels for her before it's too late?
Acceptance is a short prequel to Meaka Kyel's 'Watchers, Keepers' series

The voices were slurred, like she was lying under water.  But that wasn’t right.  She tugged at her hands and groaned, wondering how she’d managed to get tied to a chair.  The pain pounded through her head and flashes of images strolled through her consciousness; the night Cal had saved her life, his horror at finding out she could track things, random memories of truck rides and motels…
“Cal?”  Her voice broke and she cleared her throat.  She opened one eye then settled for squinting it to see.  “Cal?”
“I’m here.”  His voice was hard, like it had been six months ago.  He stepped into view.
“We want to know what you are.”  Another man stepped closer and she recognized Mitch.
“I don’t know.”  Her whisper barely made it past the lump in her throat.
“I think you’re lying.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t know what I am?”  She looked around at the three men surrounding her, her gaze finding Cal’s face last.  “Cal, please.”  She swallowed hard.  They’d been hunting together for the past six months and she’d been sure he’d given up on finding out what she was.  Hell, she’d been fairly certain he’d come to accept she was different and that she’d been bumped off of his ‘monsters to kill’ list.  She shook her long blond hair out of her face, testing the ropes holding her wrists tied behind her to the chair. 
Cal’s light blue eyes were hard with hate, pain, anger… she wasn’t sure.  He ran a hand over his face. 
Mitch grinned at his obvious discomfort.  “Freaks are freaks.”
“Jesus, it’s not like I can hurt anybody! All I can do is track things down!  Cal, come on!”  The fog in her head was disappearing with the realization she might not make it out of this alive.
“You know, for a tracker, you were pretty easy to track down yourself.” Georgie sneered.  Taylar closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.  She’d been tracking monsters for six months and in all that time, it had never occurred to her to cover her tracks.  Cal had warned her other hunters would be looking for her.  She remembered how he’d blanched at Mitch’s comment about how it was almost supernatural how she could track anything down.  It appeared he’d been following them around since then.

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