Tarnished Journey
Soul Dance
Book Four
Ann Gimpel
Genre: PNR
Full length paranormal romance with shifters and gypsies and demons–and an HEA.
Book Description:
Long before Germany rounded up Romani and sent them to prison camps, the Netherlands declared them undesirables. Yara’s caravan disbanded when she was fifteen to avoid being driven out of the country. Ten years have passed, and she’s been alone for most of that time hiding in caves and abandoned buildings. It’s been a lonely life, but at least she still has one.
Stewart conceals his true identity for the best of reasons. He’s not actually Romani, even though he’s been a caravan leader for many years. In a bold and desperate move, he joins a small band of shifters and Rom to fight the Reich’s chokehold on Europe. When they’re crossing the border into the Netherlands, vampires attack.
Yara senses Romani near her cave. The stench of vampire comes through loud and clear too, along with shifters. While not nearly as bad as vampires, her people have always steered clear of them. Another type of magic plucks at her. She can’t identify it, but it draws her from her hiding place. That decision tilts her world on its axis when she comes face to face with Stewart’s raw masculinity and savage presence. She could still turn tail and run. If she stays, it doesn’t require magical ability to recognize her life will change forever.
Excerpt:
Stewart Macleod
paced in a rough circle, skirting the collection of shifters and Romani
gathered in small groups. He’d declared a rest break, but everyone was too
keyed up to sleep. A few of the shifters were combing the forest for food for
the rest of them. The shriek of a vulture on the hunt told him Meara wasn’t far
away. It had been drizzling all day, and now fog was moving in. He encouraged
it with a bit of magic. Anything that would shield their presence might help.
paced in a rough circle, skirting the collection of shifters and Romani
gathered in small groups. He’d declared a rest break, but everyone was too
keyed up to sleep. A few of the shifters were combing the forest for food for
the rest of them. The shriek of a vulture on the hunt told him Meara wasn’t far
away. It had been drizzling all day, and now fog was moving in. He encouraged
it with a bit of magic. Anything that would shield their presence might help.
They’d avoided
Hannover and Osnabrück as they transited the northern portion of Germany,
selecting backroads that had stressed their truck’s ability. There’d been a few
places where they’d all had to get out, but luck had been with them. They
hadn’t broken an axle or even had so much as a punctured tire.
Hannover and Osnabrück as they transited the northern portion of Germany,
selecting backroads that had stressed their truck’s ability. There’d been a few
places where they’d all had to get out, but luck had been with them. They
hadn’t broken an axle or even had so much as a punctured tire.
The Netherlands
border wasn’t far. Crossing it would push one problem—Nazis—to a backseat.
Vampires would still plague them, but he hadn’t sensed any since they’d passed
Hannover. Was it because the Reich was using every single one of the fell
creatures they could get their hands on?
border wasn’t far. Crossing it would push one problem—Nazis—to a backseat.
Vampires would still plague them, but he hadn’t sensed any since they’d passed
Hannover. Was it because the Reich was using every single one of the fell
creatures they could get their hands on?
The more he
thought about it, the likelier it seemed. Vampires reveled in blood and death.
Sex ran a hot second. The Nazi prison camps provided lush opportunities for
both feeding and fucking, a resource far too rich to be ignored. Vampires might
disparage the Reich, but they weren’t above using them to meet their needs.
thought about it, the likelier it seemed. Vampires reveled in blood and death.
Sex ran a hot second. The Nazi prison camps provided lush opportunities for
both feeding and fucking, a resource far too rich to be ignored. Vampires might
disparage the Reich, but they weren’t above using them to meet their needs.
A corner of
Stewart’s mouth twisted downward into a grimace. Hitler and his henchmen
believed they had vampires under their thumbs, but they’d be in for a rude
awakening someday.
Stewart’s mouth twisted downward into a grimace. Hitler and his henchmen
believed they had vampires under their thumbs, but they’d be in for a rude
awakening someday.
Och aye, and we
can only hope ’twill come sooner rather than later.
can only hope ’twill come sooner rather than later.
For once no one
was bothering him. No questions. No “Hey, Stewart, come here for a moment,”
requests.
was bothering him. No questions. No “Hey, Stewart, come here for a moment,”
requests.
It gave him a
much-needed opportunity to flesh out his plan for getting the group across the
border and examine it for holes. Critical elements he might have missed. They’d
be abandoning the large transport truck soon—not much choice, even though not
having it created other problems. Every road had border crossing guards, and
they prowled the terrain near their stations. The Nazis knew good and well that
once someone moved into the Netherlands, they were home free.
much-needed opportunity to flesh out his plan for getting the group across the
border and examine it for holes. Critical elements he might have missed. They’d
be abandoning the large transport truck soon—not much choice, even though not
having it created other problems. Every road had border crossing guards, and
they prowled the terrain near their stations. The Nazis knew good and well that
once someone moved into the Netherlands, they were home free.
The safest way
across was on foot for the Rom and in shifted form for everyone else. He ticked
off names of the principal players. Tairin, Elliott, Jamal, Ilona, Meara, and
Gregor were shifters. All wolves except for Meara, whose other form was a
vulture. Nivkh and two other bear shifters traveled with them as well. That
left himself, Michael, Cadr, Vreis, and Aron, along with three other Rom from
Michael’s caravan.
across was on foot for the Rom and in shifted form for everyone else. He ticked
off names of the principal players. Tairin, Elliott, Jamal, Ilona, Meara, and
Gregor were shifters. All wolves except for Meara, whose other form was a
vulture. Nivkh and two other bear shifters traveled with them as well. That
left himself, Michael, Cadr, Vreis, and Aron, along with three other Rom from
Michael’s caravan.
He thought about
his own caravan hidden behind a magical barrier a short distance outside
Munich. It was hundreds of miles away, and he hoped to hell they’d be safe. He
hadn’t always been a caravan leader. In truth, he’d only adopted the Romani
mantle a mere century before. Or perhaps it had been two. Regardless, he’d
pulled off the deception swimmingly—until a few days ago. Jamal was sharp. He’d
asked pointblank what Stewart was, having intuited his magic didn’t match
Romani energy patterns.
his own caravan hidden behind a magical barrier a short distance outside
Munich. It was hundreds of miles away, and he hoped to hell they’d be safe. He
hadn’t always been a caravan leader. In truth, he’d only adopted the Romani
mantle a mere century before. Or perhaps it had been two. Regardless, he’d
pulled off the deception swimmingly—until a few days ago. Jamal was sharp. He’d
asked pointblank what Stewart was, having intuited his magic didn’t match
Romani energy patterns.
Fortunately,
Jamal had the good sense not to keep nagging once Stewart told him that topic
was off-limits. He swallowed a snort. Romani magic had dwindled until only a
very few had much left. But Jamal was a shifter, and an old, canny one at that.
Leave it to a shifter to call him out on his long-running deception.
Jamal had the good sense not to keep nagging once Stewart told him that topic
was off-limits. He swallowed a snort. Romani magic had dwindled until only a
very few had much left. But Jamal was a shifter, and an old, canny one at that.
Leave it to a shifter to call him out on his long-running deception.
Before the Nazi
problem heated up, he’d toyed with the idea of translocating his entire caravan
to Scotland, but he’d waited too long. He hadn’t understood how the Reich
solidified its powerbase so quickly—until he discovered their mass hypnotism
was fueled by vampire coercion.
problem heated up, he’d toyed with the idea of translocating his entire caravan
to Scotland, but he’d waited too long. He hadn’t understood how the Reich
solidified its powerbase so quickly—until he discovered their mass hypnotism
was fueled by vampire coercion.
A squawk from
Meara’s vulture was followed by a flash of light as she shifted midair and
somersaulted to his side, landing lightly. Silver-gray hair fell to the ground,
providing both cover and warmth. Her shrewd amber eyes still held an avian
cast, and she looked more raptor than human as she regarded him.
Meara’s vulture was followed by a flash of light as she shifted midair and
somersaulted to his side, landing lightly. Silver-gray hair fell to the ground,
providing both cover and warmth. Her shrewd amber eyes still held an avian
cast, and she looked more raptor than human as she regarded him.
“Mind if I join
you?” She quirked a brow.
you?” She quirked a brow.
He met her gaze,
not fooled by her words. She was one of the first shifters and always had a
motive. “Ye’re not asking a question. Not really,” he countered. “State what’s
on your mind.”
not fooled by her words. She was one of the first shifters and always had a
motive. “Ye’re not asking a question. Not really,” he countered. “State what’s
on your mind.”
The prickly jab
of magic pierced him as she surrounded them with warding. Along with it came
the odor of clay baked under a sun far hotter than it ever got in Germany—or
the British Isles. Rosemary and fresh cut hay joined the clay scent, the
combination the scent of many of her castings. Whatever she had to say, she
apparently wasn’t interested in being overheard.
of magic pierced him as she surrounded them with warding. Along with it came
the odor of clay baked under a sun far hotter than it ever got in Germany—or
the British Isles. Rosemary and fresh cut hay joined the clay scent, the
combination the scent of many of her castings. Whatever she had to say, she
apparently wasn’t interested in being overheard.
“Everyone’s too
worried to pay us much heed,” he said, keeping his tone neutral. The vulture
shifter could be touchy and had a short fuse.
worried to pay us much heed,” he said, keeping his tone neutral. The vulture
shifter could be touchy and had a short fuse.
She shot a
pointed look his way. “Do you want them to listen in when I inquire whether now
is the time to reveal what you are?” Without waiting for him to respond, she
went on, “Laying that aside for a moment, we must firm up the details of how we
shall tackle the border. The shifters will take their animal forms. Crossing
the border unnoticed should go smoothly for them—”
pointed look his way. “Do you want them to listen in when I inquire whether now
is the time to reveal what you are?” Without waiting for him to respond, she
went on, “Laying that aside for a moment, we must firm up the details of how we
shall tackle the border. The shifters will take their animal forms. Crossing
the border unnoticed should go smoothly for them—”
“Unless a
vampire notices,” he cut in.
vampire notices,” he cut in.
“Unless a
vampire notices and chooses to act on the knowledge,” she corrected him.
“Shifters are immune to vampire mind control. They’ve pretty much left us alone
because of that, preferring to focus on more tractable prey.”
vampire notices and chooses to act on the knowledge,” she corrected him.
“Shifters are immune to vampire mind control. They’ve pretty much left us alone
because of that, preferring to focus on more tractable prey.”
Stewart waited.
Meara clearly had a plan of her own for spiriting them across the border into
the Netherlands. One she was about to share. Perhaps it was less risky than
his.
Meara clearly had a plan of her own for spiriting them across the border into
the Netherlands. One she was about to share. Perhaps it was less risky than
his.
“You’re quiet,”
she observed.
she observed.
“Ye’re far from done.
If I interrupt every few seconds, ye’ll never finish.”
If I interrupt every few seconds, ye’ll never finish.”
The corners of
her mouth twitched, but didn’t quite form a smile. “True enough. All right
then. By my count, eight of us are stuck in human bodies. Seven if we take you
out of the equation, but bear with me.”
her mouth twitched, but didn’t quite form a smile. “True enough. All right
then. By my count, eight of us are stuck in human bodies. Seven if we take you
out of the equation, but bear with me.”
He made come
along motions with one hand, ignoring her gambit about taking himself out of
the equation. She sensed he was different, much as Jamal had, but he’d been
evasive in the face of her earlier probing. Was she hunting for information?
along motions with one hand, ignoring her gambit about taking himself out of
the equation. She sensed he was different, much as Jamal had, but he’d been
evasive in the face of her earlier probing. Was she hunting for information?
“What is your
true name?”
true name?”
Stewart started,
not expecting the question. He shook his head. “’Tisn’t important. I havena
used it for centuries, and no one remembers who I was.”
not expecting the question. He shook his head. “’Tisn’t important. I havena
used it for centuries, and no one remembers who I was.”
Meara frowned,
drawing her gray eyebrows into a single line. “Surely your gods would. Shifters
don’t have such things, but the Celts had them in droves.”
drawing her gray eyebrows into a single line. “Surely your gods would. Shifters
don’t have such things, but the Celts had them in droves.”
“Aye, true
enough. If any recall who I was, none have chosen to speak with me for a verra
long time.”
enough. If any recall who I was, none have chosen to speak with me for a verra
long time.”
He cut the flow
of his words. Part of his plan hinged on those same gods, who’d discounted him
for hundreds of years, still being tethered to Earth and capable of responding
to a summons for aid. It was one of the biggest unknowns in his strategy, and
one he hadn’t spent much time worrying about. They had to get to Scotland
first—a place that would strengthen his magic sufficiently the gods might take
notice of him once again.
of his words. Part of his plan hinged on those same gods, who’d discounted him
for hundreds of years, still being tethered to Earth and capable of responding
to a summons for aid. It was one of the biggest unknowns in his strategy, and
one he hadn’t spent much time worrying about. They had to get to Scotland
first—a place that would strengthen his magic sufficiently the gods might take
notice of him once again.
The way things
were going, Scotland was far from a given.
were going, Scotland was far from a given.
About the Author:
Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.
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