Dear Ms. Meadows:
Supernatural police woman Arianna Walker has spent her adult life pitted against the slimy underbelly of paranormal Memphis where there’s not a monster alive or undead that she can’t skewer, roast and serve with a liberal helping of A1 steak sauce. But when a new breed of cannibalistic wraiths begin stalking her, and her friends are attacked by a magic-wielding assassin, it’s going to take all her hunter prowess—and one helluva Hail Mary—to bring the perpetrator to justice. There’s just one hiccup. The closer she gets to finding the assailant, the more she risks exposing the secret that makes her the Guild’s prized Enforcer, a secret that will cast her in league with the very horrors she kills. In order to save her identity, she'll have to turn her back on everything she believes in, but to seek retribution, she'll have to reveal the truth about herself, and risk losing everyone she loves. Either way, there's going to be hell to pay.
Dark Scion is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance complete at 94,000 words.
I am a life-long native of Memphis, currently working at the University of Memphis as student support for our continuing education program.
Thanks for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you.
The December wind whistled down the busy street and I hunkered down in my black pea-coat, cinching the tie at my waist. Anything to keep the blasted cold out.
“Ri, are you okay?” Ryan asked as I lingered a little longer in the doorway of the warm movie theater.
I shrugged and stepped out onto the street. “Just peachy.” Chill bumps raced across my skin as icy tendrils of air crept through the fabric of my jeans. God I hated winter in Memphis.
“Well, what did you think?”
I grinned up at him and noticed the way the wind tousled his short, dark brown hair. My fingers itched to do the same. “You’re lucky I like action-packed, kick-a** movies, with lots of babes baring everything God gave them—and some that He probably didn’t.”
Another gust tore through the parking lot and I tried to suppress the shivers that ran up and down my spine.
Ryan walked on, as comfortable in the frosty temperature as the feline predator within him. He turned his head, his delicious mouth curved into a grin. Warm sapphire eyes danced in delight. “I know. It was enough to make a gentleman thoroughly sick. Only sheer politeness kept me from retching on you,” he said, placing a strong hand against my back as we moved through a pair of cars.
I tried to ignore the butterflies his smile incited. “Right. I can see how young blondes with big, firm breasts would make any man lose his lunch.”