Title: Between The Trees
Series: Chastity Point Series Book II
Author: M.E. Yildirim
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: June 30, 2014
Number of pages:
Word Count: 153933
Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet
Ciarán Blane had always been a soldier. It was the only way of life he knew. But he hadn't been an average warrior, since he was not even an ordinary man to begin with. He was something more than human, carrying a wild beast within, akin to a werewolf-like creature straight from legends and myths...
Except he was very real.
Ciarán was a highly trained sniper who was sent into the thick of the fray, when basic human senses were failing. He was also an executioner for his own kind, when they lost all semblance of a civilized being and had gone rogue. After years of dealing in death, he was on the cusp of losing his own humanity in favor to his ferocious nature. And once that happened, nothing but death awaited him...
Danielle Kendrick had planned her whole life up to the smallest detail, only to helplessly watch all her dreams and hopes unravel and crumple at her feet. All of it being merely the outcome of one catastrophic moment, when the truth had been revealed in all its ugly glory. Not the truth about her, but her older brother, who turned out to be a far cry from the person everybody thought he was.
After his death, all his sins fell on Dani's shoulders, in the blink of an eye costing her the loss of family, friends, a house and a dream career. But fate was not yet done with her and kept testing her by placing more challenges in her way. Was Ciarán going to be one of too many and her final downfall at once?
Being the mate to a savage alpha male would be hard enough but he was the very person, who was the catalyst behind her life falling apart. Was Danielle going to be able see past that and trust the intimidating man, who seemed to be nothing more than a hardened killer, possessing the same traits she despised in her own brother?
Will she turn her back on Ciarán and by doing that, damn them both?
Was a dominant male, used to having his way in every aspect of life, be able to rein in his primal instinct for a love he doesn't believe in? Or does the hunter turn into the very thing he hated and become the prey instead?
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M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover.
She lives with head full of voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories.
M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.
Excerpt from Chapter 7
She switched the light on at the same moment a low, masculine voice broke the stillness of the evening.
“I can see you've had a great time.” Ciarán stated, and she gasped, swiveling on her heel to look at him.
He was seated near the window, in a masculine sprawl, in which he seemed to own the chair. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his hands laced behind his head, giving him an utterly relaxed look.
Top of his black shirt was unbuttoned, and it seemed he felt perfectly unfettered in her room, making it his personal space.
“Ciarán.” She said, pressing the palm of hand to her wildly galloping heart. “I didn't expect to see you here.”
“Ah, who did you expect then?” He asked in an indifferent tone of voice that made her suspicious on the spot.
She took a closer look at him and regretted it right away. His eyes were cold, inhuman, and they gave her chills. His nostrils were flaring in an unmistakable way, she already knew the meaning of now, and a feeling of mortification speared through her like a bullet.
“Stop this.” She whispered, humiliated.
It seemed too… intimate that he could scent her, felt like a violation of her privacy, and she didn't know how to protect herself against it.
But whatever tale his sensitive nose was spinning for him, it only seemed to make him angrier. Dani had no idea where her knowledge was coming from, but she was convinced Ciarán was teetering on the very fine edge of his control.
And it scared her as nothing else ever had.
“I don't appreciate you smelling me. I don't like it at all.” She snapped, when her inner voice was screaming at her not to provoke him more.
To turn around and get out of Dodge before it will be too late.
Too late for what? she asked herself, but no answer was forthcoming.
“And I don't like the particular scent attached to you now.” He growled lowering his arms and sitting up, making her take an involuntary step back.
He smirked noticing it, but the anger rolling off his massive body didn't ease up a bit. It was nearly palpable, suffocating her with its strength.
“Then leave, it's my room.” She swallowed audibly.
Dani had no idea what was up with him tonight, but she was not going to back down. All of a sudden it became imperative to her that she no longer permitted people to walk all over her.
“You are in a strange kind of mood Ciarán.” She noticed.
“You think so?” He rasped quietly, staring at her without blinking.
“You are toying with me, when I don't even know the rules of this game.” Dani said with dignity.
If he were going to behave enigmatically, without really saying a thing, she was the one who was going to leave the room, or even the house if need be, she decided.
“We will get to playing, but first tell me, who was that?” He demanded in a rational voice that started to grate on her nerves.
He was interrogating her, just like her brother used to, and she felt a bile of nausea rising in her throat at the memory.
“You have no right to ask me any questions. You've brought me back to Chastity Point, but as I was saying before, you don't need to feel responsible for me. I am a big girl Ciarán, I can take care of myself.” Dani answered, straightening her spine and forcing herself to look into his dead eyes.
The lack of any sign of life in them was terrifying, but she just couldn't glance away. If eyes were windows to the soul, did it mean his was barren as well? she wondered.
“Oh, but I have every right, so let me ask you one more time. Who. Was. That?” He emphasized every word as if she were too stupid to understand it at the first time.
He linked the fingers of both hands like a pianist preparing himself for a solo concert. There was some sharpened alertness to him that seemed honed to perfection, like the most lethal of blades.
“I am done with this conversation.” She muttered and turned around to leave the room.
She didn't hear any movement behind her, but when she touched the doorknob his palm suddenly slapped the surface of the door, making it impossible for her to open it up.
“Please, let me go.” Her throat has instantly dried up and she couldn't swallow easily.
“Let you go?” He barked out a short laugh devoid of any trace of humor. “I'm afraid this option is unacceptable.”
“What do you want from me?” She asked, coming to a standstill, when he pressed his body more heavily into hers, surrounding her with his heat.
Her mind kept telling her it shouldn't be under these circumstances, but she was starting to get frantic, and couldn't focus on anything except getting away from him.
“So many options… I will show you why you should have never come to me with the scent of another male on your body.” He growled into her ear, before grazing her neck with his teeth.
Her body bucked, and she tried to make him release her, but he just turned her around instead. She gasped at the swiftness of his motion.
Her back was pinned against the door now, with his weight keeping her in place. Ciarán's hand manacled her arms above her head. She tried to dislodge him, but it was a futile attempt.
Her head snapped up and she looked into his eyes, hoping to find something there which could explain any of this.
Her breath left her, because his eyes were red.
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