By Diana Green
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Tobias is a fox-shifter, stolen in childhood from his home-world. Now he works as an agent for the secretive and powerful sentinels, trying to bring an end to the interworld slave trade.
Etty is a street-smart spitfire from the wrong side of the tracks. She harbors untrained magical abilities and a deep longing for a better life. Can she channel these into working as Tobias’ assistant?
Will they survive a life-changing mission where love and danger are only a heartbeat away, and the fate of rift worlds hangs in the balance?
about the author
Since her childhood, growing up in New Zealand, Diana has been an avid storyteller. For years she enjoyed teaching art and special education, while continuing to write as a hobby.
After she developed an auto-immune disorder, a career change was necessary, but happily this led her to become a professional author.
Diana’s books are mostly romance, in the fantasy and science fiction sub-genres. She has been a finalist for the CRW Award of Excellence and the Aspen Gold Published Novel Contest.
At present, she self-publishes and writes for the Wild Rose Press.
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She hurried to the front door, hoping the cabbie hadn’t given up waiting. To her surprise it was Mr. Shelton himself, standing on the steps, hat in hand. He was more handsome than she remembered, wearing a dark gray suit that fit his tall form perfectly. A moss green cravat at his throat and a star flower on his lapel completed the look.
In the glow of early evening, his eyes were warm topaz, his brown hair threaded with copper. The lines of his face were lean and sharp, making her think again of a fox. It didn’t hurt that he was grinning wide enough to show teeth.
“I wasn’t expecting you, Mr. Shelton. I thought we were meeting at the restaurant.” She used her best ‘proper’ accent, trying to cover the excitement bubbling up inside.
“Hopefully you’re not put off by my enthusiasm.” He offered his arm. “I read your note as a positive sign, and I couldn’t wait to hear your answer. Impatience is one of my many vices.”
She took that in, as they walked together down the steps to the street. Apparently, he was still interested in hiring her for the position. She’d been half afraid that pity motivated his offer, and he might have come to regret it.
Feeling as if she was play acting, Etty allowed him to open the door and hand her up into the cab. Normally she would have hopped in by herself, but this was not a familiar situation. Mr. Shelton sat down opposite her, their knees almost touching. He tapped his walking stick on the cab ceiling, and they rolled into motion.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he observed. “I don’t recall you being particularly demure.”
She laughed, in spite of her nerves. “You said a mouthful there. I’m about as demure as a raccoon.”
“An apt comparison. Raccoons are tough and audacious…survivors, much like yourself.”
“You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“Ah, but you’re not just some ‘girl’. If you were, I wouldn’t want you for my assistant. Which brings us to the question at hand. What have you decided?”
Now that it came to telling him, her mouth dried up. Her whole life hung in the balance. Everything was about to change, in what way she couldn’t be sure. It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time.
“I believe I’d like to try the job, Mr. Shelton.” There, she’d said it.
“Excellent!” His delight seemed genuine. “But, if you don’t stop calling me Mr. Shelton, I shall be offended. I want you for a friend, not a polite acquaintance.”
“Sorry about that. It just feels strange. I don’t usually call toffs…excuse me…gentlemen by their first names.”
“Well, get used to it. From now on, I’m Tobias. Mr. Shelton is history.”
“All right, Tobias.” His name rolled pleasantly off her tongue. Perhaps calling him that wouldn’t feel so odd after all.