Who Are The Dark Sentinels?
They lived millions of years ago, fatalities of fear and prejudice. Now, answers to a prayer for survival, they are among us again. Other shifters were nearly extinct, murdered by the thousands at mostly human hands. Capable of shifting at will, without the aid of the moon’s phases, they were born to protect them. Bigger, stronger, faster, and longer living, with highly developed preternatural abilities, they are prized outsiders among their packs. Prized for their ability to protect, yet destined to live as outsiders because of the very differences necessary to prevent the pack’s extinction.
Born to stand at the crossroads between pack-members and their slaughterers, Sentinels quickly learn that they are on their own – a different species. Born human, only two are born to each pack, male and female alphas, brother and sister. Pack members deny them mating privileges within the pack based on fear. No female wants to bear a sentinel because their lives are constantly at risk. When danger comes to the pack, they are on the front line, considered expendable.
When they reach mating age, they leave the pack for a time to find a mate – another sentinel. What happens when a sentinel develops feelings for a human? What happens when malevolent scientists learn how to strengthen humans by using sentinel blood? As you can imagine, with their feral nature barely beneath the surface, their wolf barely sheathed, dark sentinel passions run high. Touch, affection, and loyalty are necessary for their survival, and they are willing to go to extraordinary measures, risk everything, and break every rule for love.
Description: When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.
Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.
Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising affect she has on his heart.~
Torin never understood his effect on humans. He wasn’t even sporting his usual scowl, but from the moment he’d walked in, the tension had been palpable.
“I have an appointment with attorney Bates.”
“I am so sorry, M-Mr. DuMont, but I sent you a message yesterday morning.”
Torin wondered briefly if she realized she leaned away from him as her heart rate increased yet again. “A message?”
“Um, yes. I was asked to cancel your appointment because Ms. Bates has some urgent business to attend to this morning. I-I…well, I requested that you call to, um…reschedule.”
While Torin stared at her and said nothing else, she fumbled for a calendar.
She cleared her throat of the lump he’d caused and stuttered, “Um, Mr. DuMont, she can see you on—”
Torin glanced at the calendar and noticed she was looking at dates for next month. He interrupted, unable to restrain the growl in his voice. “I didn’t get any message, and I left work early to come here today. I’ll wait.”
That bastard stepfather of mine! Torin was certain the asshole had received and erased the message telling him to reschedule.
Torin hated lawyers and couldn’t believe he’d allowed his childish desire for his stepfather’s approval to waste his time again. I shouldn’t even be here trying to help people who don’t give a damn about me.
He watched the receptionist pick up the phone and overheard every word she whispered into the receiver following a distinct buzz from the adjoining office.“…Yes, he’s here. Obviously from the Wild Lands. Yes, I already told him…”
A sigh from the other end triggered a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen. Her voice was soft, almost musical. He blinked, then closed his eyes to savor the sound. Surprisingly, it calmed him.
“…Cindy, I can’t possibly see anyone else today. Just resched…”
Cindy, apparently the name of the jumpy little receptionist, stood and left her desk, heading in the direction of the lawyer’s office.
“…I tried to reschedule, but he won’t…and he won’t leave either! Steph, you haven’t seen him. He’s huge, and he walked in looking pissed—not a good combination. I started to call for James to escort him out of the office, but I like James, so…”
Both women shared a laugh. “No, no need for all that. You offered him another appointment. If he chooses to wait, let him wait. I’ll deal with him if he doesn’t get tired and leave.” She laughed again. “I keep saying I need a peephole in this door. You’ve piqued my curiosity now. Wish I could work him in. I’m eager to meet one of these Wild Landers I keep hearing about but never seem to run into any.”
“For the most part, they pretty much keep to themselves, but believe me, you’ll know when you see one.” Cindy sighed. “Guess I’ll go back out here and try to work while he’s glaring at me. I doubt he’s going anywhere, Steph. He seems like the stubborn type.”
“Don’t worry, Cindy. If he’s still there when it’s time for you to leave, I’ll speak to him myself and try to reschedule. In the meantime, just ignore him. Maybe he’ll take the hint and leave.”
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Torin stepped outside several times to stretch his long legs, finding fewer clients waiting for Ms. Bates on each return. He’d overheard everything the lawyer and her receptionist said, but it wasn’t what she had said that bothered him; it was the timbre of her voice itself—soft, smooth, and lilting—that elicited an immediate response. Puzzled by his own involuntary reaction, he wanted to hear more of it, like a cobra drawn helplessly and nonsensically to an oboe.
He sensed the sun had gone down before he stepped over to the small window and looked out. Even in the complete darkness, his eyes did not fail him, and he saw the grounds as clearly as if daylight greeted him. Finally, one man remained in the waiting room with him, but it was well after six p.m.
He picked up the pleasant scent of mint, lemongrass, and lilies and turned just in time to see shapely legs, a voluptuous body full of promise. The warm, mocha-colored face wasn’t bad either. Clearly, it was the owner of the musical voice. His wolf bristled beneath his skin, forcing an internal battle just to remain civilized. Confusion increased his frustration. He’d never reacted to a female this way before, and certainly not a human.~
***Sounds fabulous, Dariel, and of course, I love the covers by my talented daughter Elise.