Merry Christmas | Oh, and here’s a taste of the new novel, Fade Instinct

“You okay, miss?”
There was a decisive east-coast clip to his voice. A quick ocular scan upward confirmed he was cleanly dressed and his face mildly appealing. Intending to only glance at his eyes, she found herself locked into his aureate gaze. The full weight of something predatory met her. Through the fading scent of camels, her nostrils flared slightly as she picked up the sweetness of Old Spice and musty rain.
Wolf.