
When unexpected feelings form between Keaira and Carson, the General quickly moves his pieces into place, launching his quest to take over the world. If she wants to survive, Keaira must stay one step ahead in the General’s deadly game and discover his weaknesses. Even if it means risking her life and the lives of those she cares about most.
With war on the horizon, sides are being drawn. Deadly secrets must be exposed. Time is running out for Keaira and all of mankind.
Excerpt:
Carson stuffed his hands
into his front pockets to keep from touching her.
“Then maybe a movie?”
After he said it, he felt his lips slip into a half smile.
Keaira laughed, and her
eyes brightened.
“My first night back isn’t
going to be spent in an uncomfortable chair, staring at a screen. Not being
allowed to move or talk.”
Carson chuckled. She was
turning out to be unlike any girl he had met.
“Then let’s hear your
ideas.”
Stepping closer, Keaira
raised her eyebrows. Her tongue darted out to moisten lips that had turned
serious. She had to tilt her chin up to look at him by the time she stopped in
front of him.
“I say we go to my
favorite sports pub and have dinner. I know for a fact that there is a baseball
game on tonight.”
She was so close Carson
could smell mint on her breath. He closed his eyes for a minute and was greeted
by his other half. His young mountain lion was calmly sitting in the darkness
of his subconscious. Carson had inherited his family’s Shifter genes. He could
change into the large cat at will. His kitty let out an irritated huff and
circled before lying down with his back to Carson. Apparently, the cat wasn’t
interested in Keaira. He didn’t raise any alarms, so Carson took that as a “do
what you want” kind of message.
Opening his eyes, Carson
refrained from leaning into Keaira. He met her gaze and then scanned her face.
She stole his breath away when she bit down on her lower lip. Freckles dotted
her cheeks and her nose, making her look more innocent than she acted. A
striped white mark was visible just under her left eye. It was so white it
could have been an old scar. Four lines that looked like a bird track in the
white sand that was her pale skin. He felt his fingers ball up into fists in
his pockets. The urge to feel how soft her skin must be was overwhelming.


Thank you so much for your Stolen Time cover reveal post! I hope your readers enjoyed the cover!
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