Yes, DECODING MICHAELA (Romancing the Guardians, Book Two) is finally out! Actually it was released for Kindle on June 8, but I’ve been busy getting the ebook up on several other sites, (links below) so decided to wait to officially announce it here on my site. I hope to have the print edition out soon.

To celebrate I will Give Away a FREE ebook copy to TWO readers who leave a comment (see comments button in fine print below post) and contact me saying they would like to win a copy. lynhorner@outlook.com

BOOK BLURB:

Michaela Peterson can read minds but can she tell good from evil? A Guardian of Danu sworn to protect one of seven sacred scrolls, her identity is known only to the High Guardian. Or so she thinks until a stranger brings word that her revered leader has been murdered by vicious “Hellhounds” who want the scrolls. She’s attracted to the handsome messenger, but is he who he claims to be? Or does he mean to gain her trust and steal the scroll she guards?

Dev Medina often dreams of a woman he calls his golden goddess. He believes she is real and meant for him. Expecting to deliver a warning to Dr. “Michael” Peterson from the new High Guardian, he is stunned to find the doctor is his dream girl. Fearing the Hellhounds may be coming after her, he wants to whisk her to safety, but she stubbornly resists leaving her Galveston, Texas, home. Can he convince her to trust him before tragedy strikes?

Decoding Michaela is book 2 in the planned 8-part series, Romancing the Guardians. Book 3, CAPTURING GABRIEL, will be released in (early as possible) autumn 2015. It’s set in Colombia, South America!

EXCERPT:

[Dr.] Peterson lived in Galveston’s historic East End, where nineteenth century architecture harked back to the island’s heyday. Some of the Victorian homes – Painted Ladies he’d heard them called because of their many colors – were of average size, others he would call mansions. All were ornate and pricey, meaning the doc must be doing okay, no surprise for a doctor, Dev supposed.

Familiar with the area, it didn’t take him long to find the right house. He parked out front and looked the place over. Raised on stilts or blocks like most buildings on the island after the deadly hurricane of 1900, it was two stories high but not very wide, with only a few yards separating it from neighboring homes.

Dev assumed the house had suffered flood damage in Hurricane Ike, but the owner had obviously seen to its repair. Painted light tan with darker tan and green trim, decked out with fancy Victorian gingerbread, and framed by palm trees and oleanders, the place was picture-perfect.

Striding up the pavestone walk, he climbed a flight of steps to the front door and pressed the buzzer. Nervous because he still didn’t know exactly what he would say to the doctor, he stuffed both hands in his pants pockets and waited. Within seconds, he heard footsteps approach inside. The door opened to reveal a stout woman with tan skin and graying hair combed tightly back from her round face. A dark blue dress outlined her matronly form.

“Can I help you, señor?

“Yes ma’am, I’m here to see Dr. Peterson. I phoned earlier.”

“Ah, sí, I remember. The doctor came home a few minutes ago only. I do not think –”

“Who is it, Bianca?” a woman called from somewhere within. Her voice sounded familiar.

“It is a man who called before, señora.”

Dev heard high heels clicking on a tile floor. The housekeeper – he assumed that’s who she was – stepped aside. A tall woman walked out of the shadows and Dev stopped breathing. It was Mickie, his golden goddess! Instead of a sarong, she now wore a black cocktail dress that hugged her shapely figure then flared out below her hips, ending a few inches above her knees, showing off long, gorgeous legs. She looked sophisticated and every bit as beautiful as on the beach.

“You!” she blurted, halting a few feet away, light eyes wide with surprise. “Did you follow me?”

Dev released his breath. “No ma’am. I’m here to see Dr. Peterson.” He paused to clear his raspy throat. “I had no idea I’d find you here.”

She frowned. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, no, but I need to speak to him, the doctor, I mean.”

Her lips quirked upward and she made a strangled sound, like suppressed laughter. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Yeah, it’s urgent. Are you his wife?” He sure hoped not. “Can you give him a message for me?”

Her half-smile faded. “No, I am not his wife and I won’t take a message. If you really need to see the doctor, call the office on Monday and make an appointment.” She started to shut the door but Dev grabbed the edge of it and stopped her.

“I said this is urgent. It can’t wait ’til Monday.”

“Let go of the door!” she demanded, angry color flooding her cheeks.

“Un-uh. Is the doc here? Tell him I must speak to him. Now.”

She glared ice-cold daggers at him. “I am the doc!” she said through gritted teeth. “And I demand you let go of my door!”

Stunned, Dev nearly lost his hold. “You’re Dr. Michael Peterson?”

“No, you dunderhead! I’m Dr. Michaela Peterson. Now release this door and leave right now, or I will call the police.”

“Ah, hell!” Feeling like a damn fool, Dev sighed and shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I mean Dr. Peterson. I got the code wrong. I missed the ‘A’ at the end of your name.”

She stopped shoving at the door but continued to scowl at him. “Code? What code? What are you talking about?”

“The code Lara Spenser had me decipher. I’m here to deliver a message for her.”

The doc’s fine golden brows lifted. “I don’t know any Lara Spenser,” she said uncertainly.

Dev frowned, wondering if she was playacting because she didn’t trust him. Then it dawned on him that Spenser might be an alias Lara was using to conceal her true identity. “Maybe not, but you do know her uncle,” he replied. “Or you did. His name was Malcolm Flewellen.”

She sucked in her breath audibly. “Did you say was?”

“Yes ma’am. He was killed in a car accident several months ago.”

“Oh no!” Color drained from her face. Releasing the door, she staggered off balance and sagged against the entry wall.

“Hey, easy there!” Alarmed, Dev threw the door wide open, stepped inside and gripped her arms. “Don’t go fainting on me.”

 

DECODING MICHAELA is available on these ebook sites:

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Also available on Draft 2Digital, Page Foundry, Scribd, tolino & soon on Oyster