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She Who Hunts
Tenna Massey's past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.
She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.
Will she choose to embrace her fate as The Huntress or condemn humanity to Hell on Earth?
CL Parks has had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with immortal life she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from sweet and innocent to the supernatural after reading Stephen King in fifth grade. Since the moment she picked up Pet Semetary she devoured every supernatural and preternatural book she could get her hands on by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.
When not fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her newest novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her dogs, spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired dress. Her dream is to travel the country in an RV with her husband while writing more books…after the kids have gone on to college, of course.
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Tenna dug her fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him - or tried to - hoping to snap him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”
He was still looking directly at her, but somehow right through her. “All of them. They’re all dead.” His voice was an eerie monotone and as cold as his eyes.
Who? Everyone at the bar? Everyone at…noooo.
She gave up on coercing him gently into sanity and slapped her open palm across his face. His head whipped to the side, he blinked a couple times, his mouth working like a fish out of water then started to cry. He actually started to cry. “Shit! Russell, keep it together. Who’s dead? Whose blood is this?”
Russell looked down at his clothes then like he hadn’t noticed before that he was covered in blood. He began frantically swiping his hands at his shirt, his forearms, and his hands, anything he could easily see. His hands scrubbed at his skin, his nails biting into the flesh as he dug at the sticky substance. She kept grabbing at his hands, trying to keep him from scratching himself but his movements were too frantic.
Tenna looked over Russell’s head to see Jason swaying from foot to foot, wringing his hands like an old woman, his eyes still wide.
If there was ever a time to push out a little of her energy it was now. She focused on Jason’s eyes, trying to see the depth of the dark swirls of color, and exhaled once. She tried to imagine his breathing slowing to match her own, his hands relaxed and at his side. She put her own hands in her lap hoping to do a monkey-see-monkey-do kind of move. To her astonishment his hands dropped to his side…as did Russell’s. Cool.