Hunted By The Past, PSY-IV Teams Book 1 by @JamiGrayAuthor is a Trick or Treat Book Bonanza Pick #paranormal #PNR #giveaway

October 29, 2019

 

Title:  Hunted By The Past, PSY-IV Teams Book 1

 

Author: Jami Gray

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb:

No matter how far she runs, she can’t escape…

 

Changing the past is an impossibility ex-Marine, Cynthia “Cyn” Arden, understands all too well. Struggling in the aftermath of a botched mission, which cost her two teammates, her military career, and a fledging relationship, she’s brought home by a panicked phone call. The psychic killer behind her nightmares has escaped military custody to hunt down the remaining teammates, one by one. Next on his murderous list—Cyn. Her only chance at survival is to master the psychic ability she’s spent years denying.

 

Unless she finds a way to trust the one who walked away…

 

The killer’s game brings her face to face with the one person guaranteed to throw her off kilter—the unsettling and distracting man she left behind, Kayden Shaw. Once she believed he’d stand by her side, until he chose his job and his secrets over her. A choice that’s left the scars of the past etched deep on her mind and heart.

 

To win this twisted game, Cyn must risk trusting her heart and accepting who and what she is, or lose not only her life, but the man she loves.

 

Excerpt (Rating PG-13):

My spine itched, but no matter how many times I checked my back trail, it stayed empty. 

 

We were only a couple of streets away from The Dragon, but here urban renewal was slow to encroach. Inky eyes of dark storefronts watched my game of cat and mouse, their entryways offered minor concealment.  Sprinkled in-between these were the occasional boarded up abandoned shops. Trailing someone on a quiet city street is far from easy.  Headlights from passing traffic played havoc on both my eyesight and ability to hide. Watching my steps, I tried not to invade some poor soul’s cardboard home even as bass-pounding, tricked-out cars drew attention at the most inopportune moments.

 

By the time Ramirez ducked under a flimsy excuse for a fence, sweat coated my spine.  Even after nine at night the temperatures were still hovering in the nineties. I picked up my pace and crossed the street as he disappeared into the weed-choked lot. Standing on the cracked sidewalk, I took in the tall, looming shadow hovering in the narrow space between buildings.

 

Streetlights failed to hold the darkness back, but I could still make out the boards haphazardly covering what had once been windows. Large signs proclaiming the penalty for trespassing ringed the lower half of the two-story structure.  Someone even added a few lines of spiked wire and metal rods. As if that would deter anyone from entering. Didn’t prove much of a hindrance to me or to Ramirez, who had disappeared somewhere inside.

 

My soft curse as one of those barbs scratched along my shoulder had Kayden coming across the line. “Where are you?”

 

“Between First and Central on Monroe. Ramirez just disappeared inside an abandoned building.” I worked my way around the side accompanied by the clicks and hums of an overly loud chorus of insects.

 

“Hobbes just paid his check, I’ll meet up with you.”

 

“No,” I said, spotting a gaping hole in the far back corner. “Delacourt’s orders were to stay on him, so stay. I’m fine.”

 

“And if that changes?”

 

“It changes,” I shot back.

 

“Shaw,” Wolf broke in. “I’m twenty minutes out.”

 

“Fine,” Kayden growled. “Cyn, you keep your ass in one piece until I get there.”

 

“Don’t forget my camera,” I reminded him. His grumbled curse made me grin. Standing outside the ragged opening, I wished for a flashlight. Instead I pulled my Sig free and with a sigh, warned the team, “Going quiet.”

 

It took some serious contortions to make it around the rough edges of the opening. Once inside, the heat was stifling and sweat popped out on my forehead. With both hands on the Sig, I used my shoulder to wipe it away before it stung my eyes. I held still, waiting for my vision to adjust to the shrouded interior. 

 

I’d come in from the back of the building.  Some diffused light made it in-between the gaps of boards and a series of holes peppering the back wall. Unidentifiable piles were scattered across the floor.  Walls divided the space into a maze where anything or anyone could hide. Underfoot, a thin layer of grit layered the concrete floors, making it hard to keep my steps silent. From the ceiling, large panels hung like drunken Legos just waiting to fall on the unwary.

 

Sound reached my ears. I held my breath, straining to listen. The indistinct murmur resolved into voices. Did Ramirez have company or was he talking to someone on the phone? Dust trickled from the ceiling as someone walked across the second story floor. Stairs, somewhere there had to be stairs. Doing a slow scan of my surroundings, I found them crouched in the far corner.

 

Keeping my back to the wall, I drifted forward. Shifting shadows added a creepy vibe to the gaping doorways and piles dotting the open floor. The tang of smoke found its way up my nose. Using an outstretched hand, I brushed my fingers along the rough surface of the wall. Bringing it back, I could make out the smudge of black now staining my fingers.  Great. I got to creep around in burned-out building.

 

Staying close to the wall, I lowered my gun and kept my finger on the side of the trigger.  Trying to hold my gun upright for too long would result in muscle fatigue. More dust rained down as whoever was upstairs walked across the floor. Maybe Ramirez was pacing? Or were there two people up there?

 

Time to brave the unknown. Was there any other way to the second floor? One that wouldn’t dump me in front of Ramirez and his possible company? It took time and a nerve-wracking patience to work my way through the lower level, but it paid off in a small second, narrow flight of stairs near the front of the building.

 

Sending a quick prayer that they would hold my weight, I began to creep upward.  A handful of steps from the top, a board underfoot gave a loud protest. Dropping into a crouch, I kept my gun aimed at the dark opening and tried to calm my pulse. The murmur of voices stopped. A tense, waiting quiet crept in.

 

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If you could dress up as anything or anyone this Halloween, what or who would it be and why?

 

I’m going to have to go with The Mandalorian, you know the Bounty Hunter from Star Wars. While it would thrill my Geek Lord hubster to no end, I’ve always been fascinated by this character. Mainly because while he never says much, you’re left in no doubt that his story is one you just have to hear. It’s the lone wolf, gun-slinger aspect of him I think that draws me the most. There’s something to be said for being unapologetically true to yourself despite society’s expectations.

 

Explain why your featured book is a treat to read:

 

As the first in the PSY-IV Teams series, Hunted by the Past is an edgy thrill ride that will keep you turning the page to find out what could possibly happen next. Not to mention, it’s always a wild ride when two strong-willed, stubborn people figure out they’ve fallen for each other, despite their best intentions.

 

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Open internationally

 

Runs October 1 – 31

 

Drawing will be held on November 1. 

 

 

Author Biography:

Jami Gray is the coffee addicted, music junkie, Queen Nerd of her personal Geek Squad, Alpha Mom of the Fur Minxes, and award-winning author of the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams, and her latest Romantic Suspense series, Fate’s Vultures. She writes to soothe the voices in her head.

 

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