A Mage. A Monster. A Mission. And a Melody That Binds.
In a world blind to magic...
As magical and mundane worlds retwine, empath and unawakened Mage Clea Reese, must team up with the secretive and powerful James Larrimer to hunt her mentor’s killer and stop the forces of corruption from obtaining the elusive Chest of Bone, the ultimate source of otherworldly power.
Larrimer is a predator who stalks endangered-animal traders. Or so it appears.
None are prepared for the fusion of Clea's and Larrimer's song, a wild resonance which can bind one to the other.
Powerful forces align against them, and only Clea, the singular Key, and Larrimer stand between these malignant entities and their ruthless quest.
"The word 'former' sucks. Former friend. Former lover. Former astronaut. Former anything implies that the past was better than the now.
I don't believe that. All you have is now, and maybe a few tomorrows...if you're lucky." —Clea Reese, Chapter 1, Chest of Bone
Chest of Bone is a mystery wrapped in paranormal romantic suspense, with a healthy dose of urban fantasy thrown in.
Much like Nalini Singh and Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs and Grace Draven—authors she adores—Vicki is passionate about the stories she tells, the worlds she builds, and the characters she draws.
Pictures tell stories. Do you tell stories with them? While I speak most of my tales via words, I love taking photos. Figured what's a blog for. Right?
Twelve Years Ago...
My first solo signing for Body Parts, my debut novel. My hand clenches the curtain.
“I can’t do this,” I say to Bill.
He smiles that slow, easy smile of his. His eyes are warm, assured. “Sure you can.”
“No, I can’t.”
“How come?” he says.
Elizabeth Hunter's newest romantic fantasy, The Staff and the Blade, thunders across the pages... Epic in scope, rich in texture...
Hi! I could really use your help. Here are 10 quotes from Chest of Bone. Would you pick your 5 favorites, and note the numbers in the comments?
Once upon a time, I met a fabulous artist online.
Q: So, Vicki, why did you write what you call an Urban Fantasy Romance?
Me: I already blogged about that.
Q: You’re a little snarky today.
Me: Maybe. Okay, yeah, I am. My forehead’s bloody—the wall I slammed into working on Chest of Air hurt.
Q: Poor thing. So let’s talk about your childhood.
Me: That should put everyone to sleep.
Q: What books did you love as a kid? You know, ones that influenced your writing.
Me: Ah, now there’s something I can dig my fangs into.
Q: Clears throat. Back away. Runs.
Me: Silly girl. They’re only virtual… mostly.
Books. (I sigh.) They take you anywhere and anywhen. Reveal anything you wish. Feel anything you want. Come ride the dragon into the past with me.
I learned a lot about my craft and about myself writing Chest of Bone.