As if living in a horror movie isn’t bad enough, Reine’s brother Rhys and Lawrence, the gargoyle she’s a little too attracted to, seem to have some sort of bad blood between them.
Instead of a “loose end,” Reine is dealing with the unraveling of her life. Can she figure it all out in time to meet the conditions of her bargain to return to Faerie? Or will her life – as well as those of the convention-goers – be sacrificed for greed, ambition, and a good performance review?
Or, worst of all, will love tempt her to stay on Earth?
In this second installment of the Fae Files, Reine has to balance her desire to return home with the humanity she doesn’t want to admit she has and the need for a love she can’t accept. If you like snarky, conflicted heroines, slow-burn romance, and lots of drama, then Shadows of the Heart is the book for you.
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By day, clinical psychologist Cecilia Dominic helps people cure their insomnia. By night, this USA Today bestselling urban fantasy and steampunk author writes fiction that keeps her readers turning pages past bedtime. She prefers the term “versatile” to “conflicted” and has published both short story and novel-length fiction. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and the world's cutest cat.
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About The Mountain’s Shadow
The Fae Files can be read on their own, but if you’d like to see where the story began, check out The Lycanthropy Files starting with The Mountain’s Shadow.
She's a scientist who doesn't believe in werewolves.
That won't help her if they tear out her throat.
Joanie Fisher is one breakthrough away from curing Chronic Lycanthropy Syndrome. But when suspicious events sabotage her career, she's forced to continue her life's work in the estate of her missing grandfather. Deep in the Ozark Mountains, Joanie's research at Wolfsbane Manor takes a turn when a real-life werewolf asks her for help…
As she continues the search for a cure, missing local children and a chilling family curse collide. When Joanie discovers the truth, it may be too late to stop a devastating threat that could destroy the entire world…
The Mountain's Shadow is the first book in the Lycanthropy Files, an urban fantasy series with the bite of a medical thriller. If you like hair-raising mysteries, complex characters, and stories that blend science and magic, then you'll love Cecilia Dominic's transfixing tale.
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Please enjoy this excerpt from Chapter One:
The two letters arrived the same day.
I expected the first: my official termination letter from Cabal Industries. Having it in my hands, smoothing the creases, and looking at the stark black print—Bookman Old Style font—on twenty-five pound cotton-bond paper, Robert’s favorite for official business, made my heart thud. The company had been sold, and my lab—with all my data and backups—had been immolated in a fire. The destruction of the lab and the expense of rebuilding my research program during a difficult merger were the given reasons for my being fired, and no, I wouldn’t forgive the pun. The company’s symbol, the black silhouette of a wolf howling against a full yellow moon, cried out for me. “Unfair! Unfair!”
The second letter held more promise. This one came on plain computer paper with a name on top in block letters: Lawrence Galbraith, Attorney-At-Law. Two hours later, I stood in front of a two-story yellow brick building off Markham Street, just west of downtown Little Rock. A sign in the second-floor window read, “For Rent: Commercial Space.” Mr. Galbraith didn’t have a secretary, but a bell rang when I opened the door. After five minutes, I wasn’t so sure he’d heard me and began the internal argument of whether I should knock on the heavy oak door that separated the sparse waiting room from what I imagined to be the plush inner sanctum. I made up my mind and walked to the door, but when I raised my fist, I heard a male voice from inside.
“That’s bullshit, Galbraith!”
“Mr. Bowman, please keep your voice down.” This second one I recognized from the telephone. I had spoken with him earlier. “Doctor Fisher is in the waiting room.”
“I don’t give a damn about Doctor Fisher.” He sneered my name. “Look, that land is ours by right, and I don’t care if the old man never changed his will. And to bring that overgrown—”
“How Mr. Landover felt about you during his life is irrelevant if it is not on paper.” Galbraith spoke over him. “I’m sorry, Leonard. You and the others may have to find other grounds for your sport.”
Leonard’s next statement came out as a cross between a hiss and a whine. “It’s not sport, Lawrence, and you know it. You’re the only one who can help us.”
“There’s nothing I can do.”
I jumped back from the door just before this Leonard person burst through it like a ball of energy—dark energy. With his olive skin, dark wavy hair, and brooding black eyes, he would earn a second look from most women. I barely got a first one as he snarled at me and stalked out of the office. The bell on the door jangled with the force of his exit.
“Doctor Fisher, I hope Mr. Bowman didn’t disturb you.” Lawrence Galbraith looked down his aquiline nose at me and pursed his thin lips. With his mane of gray hair and simple black suit with a long jacket over a white shirt, no tie, he could have stepped out of a mid-twentieth-century movie about an undertaker.
“He certainly seemed upset about something.” I wanted him to say more about what this brooding young man wanted with my grandfather’s estate, but he evaded the implied question.
“Most of my clients are, Doctor Fisher. If they’re not disturbed about something, they’re dead. Otherwise they wouldn’t need a lawyer.” He held out a chair and scooted it under me as I sat.
“I understand. Now about my grandfather’s estate?”
I expected him to do the lawyer thing and pull out a file bursting with paper and tell me to look through it and see if I had any questions. Instead, he sat back and steepled his fingers.
“I knew your grandfather quite well, Doctor Fisher. He was very proud of Wolfsbane Manor.” He studied me through narrowed eyes. “You visited there quite often as a child, yes?”
“I spent my summers there.”
“And your twin brother?”
I looked away. For some reason, I always felt guilty whenever someone asked about my brother. “Andrew never knew my grandfather – he died too young. My mother didn’t have the guts to visit my grandfather again until after my parents started fighting. Apparently he and my father didn’t get along.”
“He spoke to me about the rift, how it broke his heart to lose his only daughter. He told me you were a lot like your mother.”
I couldn’t catch the rude noise before it escaped. “I don’t think so.” When I thought about my mother, I remembered the gentle hands that so quickly turned hard when she slapped me. I hadn’t spoken to her since I had gotten my first assistantship in graduate school and no longer needed her financial support.
He ignored my comment and asked, “How much do you know about your grandfather’s estate?”
The memories tumbled through my brain so fast I almost couldn’t keep up with them. “It’s up in the mountains and used to be really far away from everything. It took forever to drive there on winding mountain roads. There’s a stream that bubbles up from underground near the top of the hill where the house is, and it goes to a river.”
“Anything else?”
I thought back and tried to untangle murky threads of childhood memory. “The house is huge, old-fashioned, with a ballroom and a mural on the ceiling. I don’t know what my grandfather did to earn his money, but he seemed to have a lot of it a
nd was careful spending it.”
“He was immensely careful. Consequently, his estate, with house and property and all, is worth five hundred million dollars.” He ignored my astonishment and continued, “I told him he had plenty to share between you and your mother, but he insisted the bulk of it go to you. Something about your research.”
“He didn’t even know what I did. Really, Mr. Galbraith, we didn’t speak at all.” It seemed impossible he could have kept up with my career from someplace so remote.
“Ah, but he followed your career quite closely.”
“He did? He never contacted me beyond the occasional birthday card, especially after I stopped going up there when I was in high school.”
“Yes, he did. He was a researcher in his own right.”
“Is there anything in there for Mother?” Guilt welled up like it was my fault he left everything to me.
“A small annuity to keep her comfortable until she passes on.” He waved my concern away with one hand. “It won’t dent your fortune overmuch.”
“What am I supposed to do with all that money?”
“Whatever you want. I think you will find enough up there in the hills to keep you busy.”
“What do you mean?”
His gray eyebrows met over his nose and gave him such an ominous expression I wondered if he practiced it. “Have you ever heard of the Landover curse?”
“The what?” This was new. But then a memory tickled the back of my brain, whispered conversations outside the room where my brother and I slept in twin beds about something wrong with Mother’s side of the family.
Something about the set of Galbraith’s mouth made me wonder if he mocked me. “If it pops up, you’ll know. It supposedly skips a generation.”
“What is ‘it’?”
“You probably have nothing to worry about, Doctor Fisher. I recommend you go and claim your property as soon as you can. I can help you with arrangements to break your lease and move your things from Memphis.”
“Okay. No, wait, what? I can’t just move.” My head was in a fog, still worried about the curse. What was the curse? Insanity? Some weird genetic disease? And underneath all his assurances, Galbraith seemed worried. A little line had appeared between his brows.
“…will arrange to have movers pack and ship your apartment’s contents to the Manor,” he was saying as he picked up the telephone.
“Whoa, wait a second.” I held up my hands. “This is too much right now. I can’t just break my lease, pick up, and go.”
“I understand.” He reached across the table and patted my hand. “You need a little while to absorb all of this. But I assure you, it is imperative you move up there and take possession of the property.”
My eyes blurred with tears. “I don’t even know how my grandfather died.”
Galbraith rubbed his temples. “I was afraid you would ask.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know, either.”
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Look for These Titles by Cecilia Dominic:
Urban Fantasy Series:
The Lycanthropy Files
The Mountain’s Shadow
Long Shadows
Blood’s Shadow
The Fae Files
The Shadow Project
Shadows of the Heart
The Shadowed Path
Dream Weavers & Truth Seekers
Perchance to Dream
Truth Seeker
Tangled Dreams
Web of Truth
Steampunk Series:
The Aether Psychics
Noble Secrets
Eros Element
Clockwork Phantom
Aether Spirit
Aether Rising
The Inspector Davidson Mysteries
The Art of Piracy
Mission: Nutcracker
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