Win a copy of WEATHERING ROCK by Mae Clair

Drawn together across centuries, will their love be
strong enough to defeat an ancient curse?
Colonel Caleb DeCardian was fighting America’s Civil War
on the side of the Union when a freak shower of ball lightning transported him
to the present, along with rival and former friend, Seth Reilly. Adapting to
the 21st century is hard enough for the colonel, but he also has to find Seth,
who cursed him to life as a werewolf. The last thing on Caleb’s mind is
romance. Then fetching Arianna Hart nearly runs him down with her car. He can’t
deny his attraction to the outspoken schoolteacher, but knows he should forget
Arianna finds Caleb bewildering, yet intriguing: courtly
manners, smoldering sensuality and eyes that glow silver at night? When she
sees Civil War photographs featuring a Union officer who looks exactly like
Caleb, she begins to understand the man she is falling in love with harbors
multiple secrets–some of which threaten the possibility of their happiness.
Finding a decent guy who’ll commit is hard enough. How
can she expect Caleb to forsake his own century to be with her?
“Stop it!” Arianna shook off Wyn’s grip, pivoting to face
him. “Are you crazy?”
Before he could answer, something slammed against the
door. Caleb screamed. The sound knifed through her like the violent jolt of an
electrical wire.
“Caleb!” She launched herself at the door, panicked and
terrified by the thought of the man she loved in horrific pain.
“Don’t!” Wyn stiff-armed her aside and grabbed the knob,
forcibly holding it in place. “Get a chair. Something, anything! We’ve got to
keep him locked inside.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Arianna, get a fricking chair. Now!”
There was another crash, and then a bang as something
heaved against the door, making it shudder from top to bottom. Arianna heard a
snarl that turned her blood to ice. The door rattled in its frame, weakening as
something battered against it. Something inhuman locked in the room with Caleb.
A cold fist clamped over her stomach.
“Wyn, what’s going on?”
“Chair!” he spat. “Get me a damn chair.”
The raw urgency of his voice plowed through her
confusion. She darted into the dining room, snagged a chair, and dragged it
into the hallway. The thing in the parlor was still hammering away, heaving
itself against the door in an attempt to burst through. Wyn’s face was white
with strain as he struggled to hold the door shut with both hands. He rammed
the top of the chair beneath the knob, wedging it securely into place. A
blood-thirsty howl exploded from the other side, kicking Arianna’s heartbeat
into overdrive.
“My God, Wyn, what’s going on?” She lurched for the door.
“Don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Wyn caught her
around the waist and swung her up against the wall.
She tried to squirm free. “I know Caleb’s trapped in
there. We have to help him! There’s something in the room. Can’t you hear it?”
He held her wrists, pinning her arms to the wall. “Listen
to me!” His eyes were wild, his face inches from hers. With a single frenetic
skip of her heart, she realized he was as terrified as she was.
“There’s nothing in the room. Only Caleb. Do you hear me,
Arianna? It’s Caleb.”
“No!” She shook her head, unwilling to believe what he
told her, but another ear-splitting snarl fanned her fear higher. Nothing made
sense. Not the stark fear in Wyn’s eyes, the sweat-slickened grip of his palms
crushing her wrists or the chillingly inhuman sounds coming from the parlor.
The man she loved could never sound so guttural or barbarous.
“I don’t care!” She ripped free of his hold. “I don’t
care if he’s by himself or in there with something else. You have to help him!”
She lunged for the door, but Wyn grappled her around the
waist, holding fast. They were still struggling when the sound of shattering
glass rang through the narrow center hall of Weathering Rock.
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