Tuesday, 2 April 2019

#TuesdayTakeover This week it's the lovely Laura Baird and her sexy shifter

It's Tuesday. Time for #TuesdayTakeover

I'm so enjoying these #TuesdayTakeover posts. (And the new Nine for the Weekend, on Fridays.)
If you fancy taking part in either, just drop me a line here

But for now...Over to Laura...

Hi Raven,

My latest release with EP is book 2 of my Shifter Clans series.

It follows Brennon and Mikki's story: 
Hawk shifter, Brennon Underhill is on a mission to shut down rogue labs and take down those responsible for experimenting with humans and shifters. A startling connection ignites within him after one look at Mikki, the only survivor of horrific deeds, and he knows he’ll do anything to save her and make her his.
One moment Mikki Babineaux is celebrating with friends, the next she realizes she’s been kidnapped and put through torture. Her savior comes in the hulking form of a gorgeous stranger named Brennon who sparks decadent desires. But learning he’s a shifter, and she may now be one as well, throws her world into a tailspin.
Can they rise above the chaos to find love and balance with one another?

Mikki couldn’t say why she knew she could trust Brennon and Max, knowing nothing about them, but they hadn’t killed her yet, so
that was a plus. Hell, the man threw his body against that door to bust her out of that cell she’d been in, powerless to prevent what was
happening to her. That had to count for something. And what a body it was. She may have been deprived of certain things while in
captivity—and God, just saying that made her shudder—but she certainly wasn’t deprived of her ability to appreciate a freakin’ hot
He towered over her by more than a foot with the most impressive bulk of ripped muscles she’d ever seen. His midnight hair
reached the middle of his back, even with the thick mass bound at the base of his neck. He had a wide face, high cheekbones, and thinner lips than Max—who was cute in his own right with boyish good looks—but Brennon, mmm, Brennon made her insides buzz. And those golden eyes! Mesmerizing, captivating, stimulating.
When she touched the glass opposite his hand, she had felt his heat, as crazy as that sounded. But she felt something else. Something
she couldn’t quite explain. A charge. A knowing. Of what, again, she couldn’t explain. Her body felt different for a scant few seconds. All this through the freakin’ glass! When he wrapped his arms around her after breaking through the door … she had wanted to stay wrapped up in that comfort for much longer.
Brennon touched her arm, pulling her from her fantasies. “If you prefer, Max and I will go into the lab while you wait
“No way. I’ll face it.”
“I almost hate to ask, but is there anything you remember about what they did to you? Did you ever see others and what was
done to them?”
She shook her head. “I honestly don’t remember much.” Her voice was still raspy and wavered from unpleasant thoughts. “There
were many voices, most of the time speaking Spanish, I assumed. I know very little, honestly. Enough to get me by. I know more French, due to my family and where I live.” She took a deep breath, making herself continue as they walked to the door she knew held the lab. “I remember not being able to see most of the time, like they had a hood over my head, and when they removed it, my vision, it was foggy. Needle pricks, so many needle pricks. And pain. Horrible pain.” Her voice cracked with those last words, shaming her for her weakness. Brennon’s hand on her shoulder instantly calmed her, and she looked up to meet his gaze.
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll see to it. You don’t have to say anymore. We’ll give you time to—”
“To what? See how much of my memory returns so I can relive it over and over? I’m sure you’re not the only one who’ll want
to know what the hell took place here.”
His voice softened but it wasn’t condescending. “No, unfortunately, others will want to question you. But we also want to
help you, Mikki.”
“Mikaela Babineaux. My name. That’s my name.” She tried to smile, hoping to hide her mixed emotions of rage and self-pity.
Just what the hell has been done to me? To the others? And how many others are there? Twelve rooms here, but there could be
“Mikki’s fine, though. Most call me that.”
Brennon nodded while Max remained silent. She turned to the door and was the first to put her hand on the handle. Brennon quickly
covered her hand with his and a pleasant zing rushed through her. She caught her breath and heard him do the same. When they looked at one another, his golden eyes held a bit of surprise.
“Your eyes,” she started softly, unable to look away. “Beautiful, gold-rimmed with bronze.” Their skin remained in contact
and she felt warmth spread from her hand up her limb, beginning to infuse her entire body.
“Yours too,” he said.


You can get Sights on Her 


A bit about me and my links:
Wife, mother, former U. S. Army sergeant, and dental hygienist, I can now add published author to the list. I’m slowly transitioning out of hygiene, hoping to make writing a full-time endeavor. After writing for many years, my publishing dreams came true (at the age of 50!) in August of 2017. Since then, I’ve had the fortune to work with four publishers, connect with fantastic people, and am constantly learning on my journey.
A voracious reader myself, I strive to write stories I can be proud of and enjoyed by many; ones that are not only sexy and fun, but thoughtful as well.
I grew up on the East Coast and now reside on the West Coast, having lived in Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, Massachusetts, Idaho, and Washington State. Hubby and I hope to fill our passports with stamps from many destinations, Scotland and Fiji being at the top of the list. We’ve raised two sons who make us proud, one giving us a grandchild later this year. When not writing, I’m reading, doing house projects, and simply enjoying time with hubby; whether it’s watching college football or a Netflix marathon.
My links:


Thanks, Laura. It sounds fantastic,

Another book on my TBR list.

Happy reading everyone,

love Raven xx

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