Lineage (JJ Morris #1) by J.N. Sheats

J.N. Sheats is an artist turned author. Living in Maryland with six wild cats, and her husband, J.N. spends her days designing covers and teasers for other authors. At night she is at the mercy of her demanding characters, and their wild fantasies.

Dark Paranormal Fantasy is her preferred genre of writing, but anything is game. Maybe even a lovely romance novel or two in the near future.

When not writing, designing, or drawing, J.N. spends her time doing a host of other activities. Including: gardening, jewelry making, cooking, and watching far too much television.

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About the Book

"Cameron, why do you call me dove," I asked, ready for disappointment.
"Because, you bring my soul peace."

Joey Morris has spent her young life moving around the country with her constantly absent mother until finally ending up in the small college town of Portstown, Pennsylvania. Here history is thick in the air and Joey discovers that her family has long reaching roots in the town, dating back to the very first settlement. Because of her heritage she is welcomed into the group of the other founding families, and quickly becomes one of the popular girls in school.

After over a year of the good life and Homecoming just days away, Joey is thrown into a terrifying new reality. Happening across a violent black dog with glowing red eyes, and a handsome stranger that puts his life on the line to save her only to stick a gun in her chest moments later.

Now people are dying in Portstown, people close to Joey and she doesn't understand why. Will Joey have anyone left after she discovers the truth about her past?

Cameron Davis is a man from another life, for years he has been focused on his mission. The drive that keeps his soul locked inside a physical body, staving off the reaper. That all changes when he is given the task of protecting Joey and stopping the attacks.

This girl makes him weak and brings up memories of a past he left behind nearly a century ago. What secrets lie beyond his contract with the elusive Warner family, and why does this girl need protecting?

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“Wait, don’t leave.”

I hated how pathetic I sounded, like I was begging him to stay. To my surprise the stranger paused as if considering my request. To which I added a concerned, “It’s not safe out there.”

“It doesn’t matter, I have a job to do. Stay in this house.”

Pressure was bearing down on me, a heavy weight that made it hard to take the smallest of breaths. I couldn’t let him leave…he couldn’t walk out that door. I didn’t want to be alone.

“Let’s call the police,” I belted out without any thought.

I didn’t see him move or even hear him cover the distance from the back door to in front of me, his swift movement causing me to gasp. His death stare held my attention.

“No cops,” he hissed, ice in his voice.

His face was close to mine, hardly an inch between us, but I could still see the gun in his hand. The gun that was now pointed at my heaving chest.

What?

My mind started playing through death scenarios again. A new violent reality set in…this time the papers would be reporting on my murder instead of a tragic encounter with a savage animal. Something that would end up a cold case and passed off as a failed home invasion. I didn’t know if that was worse than being ripped apart by that wolf-thing or not.

I tensed, waiting for the loud bang of the gun…it was coming. His eyes were far too serious for it to be a bluff. I had accepted my end once already tonight, and it gave me courage to do it again.

“You saved me back there to shot me now?” I challenged.

The corners of his wonderful mouth twitched upward as he pressed the gun against my chest, daring more challenge. My body was trembling, but my gaze remained firm on the deep cold azure of his stare. Such raw brutality in his eyes, long hard years reflecting back at me with a cynical gleam. The muzzle of the gun pushed harder into my chest as he took a step back, putting distance between us, but still keeping the gun in place. I refused to back down.

Fresh adrenaline drove my reckless actions as I leaned into the muzzle of his weapon, daring him to do it. The corners of his mouth inched upward even more, creating a wicked smile. A flash of hunger in his dangerous eyes, and I could feel my heart jump into a bounding speed of excitement.

As quickly as the moment became heated and complicated, it was gone. His lips fell into a straight line, and he dropped the gun. The stranger appearing hardened and neutral as he backed away.

“Stay inside,” he ordered in a dark tone before rushing outside.