Ms Harrison was gracious enough to agree to allow us to post an excerpt of Natural Evil and she is sponsoring a giveaway of one electronic copy to a commentator. It is open internationally so keep reading to enjoy the excerpt and find out how you can enter.
The woman came down on her hands and knees in front of his face. “Hey,” she said. Her voice was like the rest of her: strong, bright and clean. “My name is Claudia Hunter. Can you talk to me? I’d like you to tell me who you are, and who did this to you.”
He ignored her.
She said telepathically, Cat got your tongue? Come on, say something. Let me know you understand me.”
He closed his eyes.
“Don’t have anything to say? You were such a good boy earlier when you didn’t bite me. What a sweet, good boy, yes, you are.” She paused then crooned, “I think I’m going to name you Precious.”
His eyes flared open and shifted toward her in offended startlement.
The woman’s own gaze widened. Her eyes were gorgeous. She whispered, “Bloody hell. You are Wyr.” …
“Cable’s out already,” Jackson said. “Phones too. At this point we might get cell phone reception back before anything else. I’ve got a stash of movies in the house if you want something to watch”
“Thanks,” she said. “And thanks for picking up supper.”
“You’re welcome. How’s our boy?”
“Quiet. Eat with us?”
“Sure, why not,” said Jackson.
They ulatched the dining table from the wall and lowered it. She gestured for Jackson to slide around the L-shaped couch to sit. Then she took the end, so she could get out easily if needed. The suppers were typical diner fare and substantial, two fried chicken dinners with mashed potatoes and corn, and a pot roast stew with potatoes and vegetables. Dinner rolls filled a separate bag. She popped open two bottles of beer and set one in front of Jackson, the other at her place.
“Can he have more pain medication now?” Claudia asked.
Jackson checked his wristwatch. “If you can get him to take it. Wrap it in some of the bread and dunk it in a little gravy. If he won’t eat it, I can give him a shot.”
She stuffed a pill in a piece of bread and sopped it with rich, dark gravy. Then she held it to the dog’s nose. “Come on, Precious,” she murmured. “Eat the nums-nums, or Himself has to have a nasty old shot.”
The dog’s bitter-chocolate eyes narrowed on her in such disgust she had to grin.
“That really how you talk to him?” Jackson bit into a checken leg and said around a full mouth, “Can’t believe the dog hasn’t bitten you yet.”
“I know,” she said. “Can’t believe it myself. Isn’t he great? Think I might have to get him a rhineston collar. He’d look good in pink.” The Wyr snorted softly, but he made no move to take the morsel from her hand.
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