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Chase the Darkness: An Alpha Pack Novel

J.D. Tyler


ISBN: 9780451466921
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"Signet Eclipse paranormal romance"--Spine.
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ISBN: 9780451466921
ANNOTATION:
"Signet Eclipse paranormal romance"--Spine.

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"Signet Eclipse paranormal romance"--Spine.

Publisher Description

The author ofWolf's Fallreturns with her 'hot and to die for' Alpha Pack-a top-secret band of Navy SEALs with Psy powers and shifter prowess whose dangerous missions sometimes require a more intimate call to duty . . .

Believed dead by his Pack mates, Micah Chase, a wolf shifter and Dreamwalker, was held captive for months, subject to tortures that left him physically scarred and emotionally unsettled.

Now under the care of the Alpha Pack's doctors, he's been prescribed an experimental healing drug, but he still can't shake the nightmares. Even more damning is that Micah's problems pose a danger to his team, and if he doesn't get himself under control, they'll all suffer a terrible fate.

There is a key to his salvation. Jacee is a beautiful coyote shifter, and though her kind is hated, she's falling in love with a man whose very future is in her hands. Together they'll face his personal demons as well as a deadly enemy-and for both of them desire has never come with such risk.

Praise for the Alpha Pack novels 'Shifter heroes whom readers will fall head over heels for.'New York TimesBestselling Author Angela Knight

'One of my favorite shifter series.'Under the Covers

'J. D. Tyler is a force to be reckoned with.'Night Owl Reviews

Author Biography

J. D. Tyler has a Master's degree in Education and spent sixteen years in the public school trenches before she left teaching to pursue her dream of writing full time. An active member of Romance Writers of America, she's been a finalist for Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, has captured the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit, and has one book optioned for a major motion picture. Her Alpha Pack novels include Primal Law, Savage Awakening, Black Moon, Hunter's Heart, and Cole's Redemption.

Review

Praise for the Alpha Pack novels "Shifter heroes whom readers will fall head over heels for."--New York Times Bestselling Author Angela Knight

"One of my favorite shifter series."--Under the Covers

"J. D. Tyler [is] a force to be reckoned with."--Night Owl Reviews

Review Quote

Praise for the Alpha Pack novels "Shifter heroes whom readers will fall head over heels for."- New York Times Bestselling Author Angela Knight "One of my favorite shifter series."- Under the Covers "J. D. Tyler [is] a force to be reckoned with."- Night Owl Reviews

Promotional "Headline"

The author of Wolf's Fall returns with her 'hot and to die for' Alpha Pack-a top-secret band of Navy SEALs with Psy powers and shifter prowess whose dangerous missions sometimes require a more intimate call to duty . . .

Excerpt from Book

One Every night, Micah Chase battled the monsters in his dreams. The ones responsible for his captivity and torture. The ones who did terrible things to him--forced him to do things--that made him wish he was dead. And each day, he awoke to the increasing reality that the nightmares about his hellish time in captivity weren''t simply products of a tormented and cracked mind. They were memories . Worms, churning up the rot in his soul, filling him with self-loathing. Hatred. Yeah, he''d liked it much better back when he couldn''t remember a fucking thing. Pushing himself out of bed, he walked into the bathroom, feeling far older than his twenty-nine years. The Alpha Pack had been called out yesterday to eliminate a nest of goblins--how the holy fucking hell had those little bastards gotten through the portal from the Unseelie realm, anyways?--and his body was covered in scratches and bruises from their nasty little claws and teeth. He should''ve healed by now. That he hadn''t was cause for yet another worry in a very long list of them. In the bathroom, he studied his ruined face in the mirror. He''d taken his good looks for granted once. Before he had been tortured like a lab rat, made to scream in agony and beg for death. The dark eyes that stared back were dull, hollow with pain and mental exhaustion. Dark brown hair, once shiny and full, hung to his shoulders, limp and lifeless as his gaze. But it was the sight of his face that hurt most of all. The left side was perfect. A reminder of how truly naive he''d once been to the evil in the world, to what one being was capable of doing to another. The left side, however, was a mess of scars, like melted candle wax had been poured from his forehead to run down over his brow, then down his cheek and neck. In reality it had been molten silver, splashed onto his face as he''d been held down, screaming. "You''ll do what you''re told next time, dirty wolf! Isn''t that right?" "No! Stop, please!" "He still hasn''t learned." Eyes burning with manic light, Dr. Bowman flicked a hand at an assistant. "Again." Shaking his head to clear the horrid scene from his brain, Micah gripped the sink and thought bitterly how books and movies didn''t always get it right. While he''d healed, his wolf shifter''s DNA hadn''t been able to rid him of the terrible scars. But maybe it was fitting that the outside matched the inside. Ignoring the throbbing in his head, he turned on the water in the shower and let it get hot before stepping into the stall. For a few minutes he stood and enjoyed the spray beating down, soothing his tired, abused muscles. It did little to ease the pain in his head, however. In fact, the throb ramped up to a sharp stab behind his left eye that left him breathless, and warmth gushed from his nose. "Shit." He swiped his hand underneath his nose, then stared at the blood. There was more this time, the bleeding heavier. It would stop, though. Always did. Tilting his head back, he let the spray wash the blood away until the flow ceased. Then he finished his shower and stepped out, toweling off. In the bedroom, he dressed in jeans and a plain black T-shirt, then pulled on his black boots, sliding his big knife into the right one. Typically he went light on weapons when he and the guys weren''t out on a call. But he couldn''t always shift into his wolf, especially in public, and it never hurt to be prepared. As he straightened, his gaze found the small pill bottle resting on the dresser. He hated being dependent on that shit, so leaving it behind should be easy. Right? Yet the very thought of being in town, out in the field, or even across the compound, and not having it when the demons closed in? God, the idea made his hands shake and his heart race. Made him sweat. Taking myst was like wrapping himself in a soft, warm blanket, chasing away the cold. The darkness. The stuff cocooned him in a layer of I-don''t-give-a-fuck , at least for a few blessed hours. Sweet relief. Hating himself, he snatched the bottle with a curse and opened the lid, downed a couple pills, dry-swallowing them. Then he shoved the container into his front jeans pocket. Sucking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly and waited. Gradually, the medicine took effect and he felt the turmoil in his mind ease. His muscles relaxed, tension bleeding away. There would be a price, though. Always was. Leaving his quarters, he walked into the hallway and shut the door behind him. Everyone was probably at breakfast by now. The thought of eating made his stomach twist, but he didn''t want to be alone. Besides, acting normal, sticking to his routine, kept his buddies and his sister, Rowan, off his back. Mostly. Fake it till you make it . His boots shuffled on the carpeted floor as he made his way to his destination. Outside the dining room, he paused. The aromas of pancakes, bacon, and syrup simultaneously made his stomach rumble and stirred a flutter of nausea that rose in his throat. He was so hungry, he could have eaten a half-cooked goblin, but the side effects of the medicine prevented him from consuming much without getting sick. Another misery to add to the growing list. "You gonna go eat or just stand there sniffing the air?" Turning, he managed a grin for Nick Westfall, the Alpha Pack''s commander, and tried to ignore how the expression pulled strangely at the ruined side of his face. His boss was with his new mate, Calla Shaw, and the vampire princess was glowing. Nick appeared as proud and happy as any man would, being the reason for that glow--and the baby in her belly, which was several weeks along. Lucky bastard. "Good morning," Micah said, nodding to them both. "Princess, you look more beautiful every time I see you. How''re you feeling?" "Thank you." She smiled as her mate tugged her into his side possessively. "Other than some morning sickness when I first wake up, I''m doing well." "I''m glad to hear it. After you?" Stepping aside, he gestured for Nick and Calla to enter the dining room first. His attempt to avoid further conversation wasn''t as subtle as he''d thought, and Nick kissed his mate on the lips, hanging back. "Go on ahead, sweetheart. I''ll be right there." "Okay." She threw Micah a look of sympathy before proceeding inside. Once she was gone, Micah tried to head Nick off. "I''m fine, so there''s no need to start in on me again. Really." "Is that so?" Nick''s sharp blue gaze pierced him like an ice pick. "I suppose that''s why your eyes are bloodshot and have circles under them so dark--it looks like you haven''t slept in a month. Or why your hands are shaking." Suddenly self-conscious, he looked away, fisting his hands to still them. "I''m okay, Nick. Just a little tired. The meds are helping." "From where I''m standing, I have to disagree." The other man''s frown deepened. "But I realize now isn''t the time or place to get into a discussion. I want to talk to you after breakfast, in my office." Fucking fantastic . The commander was just concerned. Logically, Micah knew that, but it still sucked to be singled out and pinned down. Unreasonable anger churned in his gut, but he managed to nod. "Sure." Appearing satisfied with Micah''s answer, the commander left him. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Micah walked into the dining room and cast about for a good place to sit. For damn sure not with his boss. He didn''t want to give the Seer more opportunity than necessary to poke around in his biz. At one table, he spotted Noah Brooks, Sanctuary''s head nurse, sitting with Phoenix Monroe, one of Micah''s Pack bros. Noah was a smaller guy, slim, with short, messy blond hair and big blue eyes that he currently had trained on the tall, lithe man who would be his Bondmate--if only the dumbass would cooperate. But Nix refused to meet his mate halfway, had made it pretty clear to his teammates how uncomfortable he felt having a male for a mate, and it was obviously killing poor Noah and driving a wedge between the two. It took the anger already boiling in Micah''s blood and amplified it a few notches. If I had someone who looks at me the way Noah looks at Nix? I''d jump for joy. Who cares if he''s a dude? Self-consciously Micah touched his face. Yeah, like that would ever happen now. Also sitting at the table were his sister and her mate, Aric Savage. As much as he wanted to sit down and find out what the hell was going on with Nix lately, he wanted to get grilled by Rowan even less. But it was too late. She''d already spotted him and was smiling, waving him over. With a sigh, he resigned himself to enduring the nosy woman''s scrutiny. Taking a seat, he nodded a greeting to the group in general. "Hey, what''s up?" "Morning," Rowan said brightly, eyeing him. She was annoyingly fresh-faced and alert this morning, long dark brown hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. "Did you sleep well?" "Yep," he lied, reaching for the pancakes. "Like a baby on tranquilizers." "That''s funny, ''cause you sure don''t look like you did. In fact, you look terrible." He snapped before he thought to filter his mouth. "Why''d you ask the question when you already knew the answer? Or do you just enjoy giving me shit?" Rowan frowned. "Jesus, Micah, ease up." Across from him, Aric shifted in his seat, a low growl of warning rumbling from his chest. No doubt Micah had pissed off the man, and the wolf within, something fierce. Inside Micah, his brown wolf stirred and growled right back, unwilling to back down. The redhead''s voice was low and even as he spoke. "Your sister is just worried about

Product Details

Author
J.D. Tyler
Short Title
CHASE THE DARKNESS
Publisher
Signet Book
Series
Alpha Pack
Language
English
ISBN-10
0451466926
ISBN-13
9780451466921
Media
Book
Format
Mass Market Paperback
Series Number
7
Pages
288
Subtitle
An Alpha Pack Novel
Country of Publication
United States
Edition
7th
Audience Age
18
Year
2016
Publication Date
2016-04-01
Audience
General/Trade