The Chief
The Tribe Series, Book 3
By Sarah Cass
Synopsis
The Tribe is in trouble. Without a strong Chief to guide and support it, the magic is waning. Fractures have formed within the Tribe threatening their very lives.
Being Chief is Reed Longfeather’s birthright. He can’t see past all of the ways they’ve wounded him and his family to accept such a role. His best friend Velli pleads with him to reconsider, but he won’t be swayed. A gift from the Spirits unlike any seen before only half-convinces him where he needs to be.
Noelle Rousseau is one of the last living Fae on the planet. She finds herself on the Tribe’s lands under dire circumstances. Her unique mix of magical lineage, and her draw to Reed surprise everyone, including herself.
Betrayal, loss, insanity, and a battle to the death will decide all of their fates—if they can only get past their own grief.
Being Chief is Reed Longfeather’s birthright. He can’t see past all of the ways they’ve wounded him and his family to accept such a role. His best friend Velli pleads with him to reconsider, but he won’t be swayed. A gift from the Spirits unlike any seen before only half-convinces him where he needs to be.
Noelle Rousseau is one of the last living Fae on the planet. She finds herself on the Tribe’s lands under dire circumstances. Her unique mix of magical lineage, and her draw to Reed surprise everyone, including herself.
Betrayal, loss, insanity, and a battle to the death will decide all of their fates—if they can only get past their own grief.
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Excerpt
“Well, I guess
we’ve gone and proved that theory.” She turned toward him, worried he’d tense
back up again. If it came down to it she’d just get him riled up for another
go. It sure was a fun way to get the man relaxed.
Reed didn’t even look at her, and while he wasn’t as overwrought as before, tension lined his shoulders. “What’s that?”
“A good orgasm is an excellent way to relax.”
His laughter was spontaneous, genuine, and brought his attention back to her. The rigidity seeped from his shoulders. “Thought you weren’t interested in medicine.”
“I’m not. I’m interested in sex.”
“I can tell.”
“You noticed, hmm?” With a throaty chuckle, she let her fingers dance up along his back. She carefully traced the lines of his muscles with her fingers until she got to his shoulders. “You needed that. No guilt allowed.”
“Not used to causal sex with strangers.”
“Or welcoming total abandon. For someone who isn’t used to those things, you’re really very skilled at them.” She chuckled at his low growl. “I’ll give you a little leeway. We’ll try to resolve the practical stranger issue.”
“We will?” His palm ran along her hip, fingers grabbing on to pull her leg over his hip. “How will we do that?”
“An extended twenty questions.” She brushed her lips across his chest. “I’m calling this your very own personal brand of therapy. Your prescription includes regular extended visits with me. It’s where you’re allowed total abandon when you need it. To ease your mind, I’ll allow you two questions a session, if I get to return with my own questions.”
“Twenty questions? I expected spin the bottle.” His weight shifted until he pressed her down into the rug. Warm breath caressed her neck, sending shivers right to her core.
“Not enough people. Now ask your questions.”
“You first.”
“Cheater.” She giggled. “Fine. Favorite color?”
“That’s easy. Blue. Yours?”
“Green.” A soft moan slipped out as her nerves lit up under his nibbling teeth. “Age you lost your virginity.”
“Twenty one.”
“To Velli?”
“That’s another question.”
Noelle laughed. “Point to you. Your turn.”
“I return your question.” His words were muffled, not that she was complaining. There was another reason for it—his lips were dealing with far more pleasurable activities. At least to her.
“Nineteen.”
“We done with questions?”
“God, yes.” She welcomed his kiss, pulling his body tight against hers. The pounding on the door jolted through them both rudely, and she groaned. “Son of a bitch. I hate being interrupted.”
Reed didn’t even look at her, and while he wasn’t as overwrought as before, tension lined his shoulders. “What’s that?”
“A good orgasm is an excellent way to relax.”
His laughter was spontaneous, genuine, and brought his attention back to her. The rigidity seeped from his shoulders. “Thought you weren’t interested in medicine.”
“I’m not. I’m interested in sex.”
“I can tell.”
“You noticed, hmm?” With a throaty chuckle, she let her fingers dance up along his back. She carefully traced the lines of his muscles with her fingers until she got to his shoulders. “You needed that. No guilt allowed.”
“Not used to causal sex with strangers.”
“Or welcoming total abandon. For someone who isn’t used to those things, you’re really very skilled at them.” She chuckled at his low growl. “I’ll give you a little leeway. We’ll try to resolve the practical stranger issue.”
“We will?” His palm ran along her hip, fingers grabbing on to pull her leg over his hip. “How will we do that?”
“An extended twenty questions.” She brushed her lips across his chest. “I’m calling this your very own personal brand of therapy. Your prescription includes regular extended visits with me. It’s where you’re allowed total abandon when you need it. To ease your mind, I’ll allow you two questions a session, if I get to return with my own questions.”
“Twenty questions? I expected spin the bottle.” His weight shifted until he pressed her down into the rug. Warm breath caressed her neck, sending shivers right to her core.
“Not enough people. Now ask your questions.”
“You first.”
“Cheater.” She giggled. “Fine. Favorite color?”
“That’s easy. Blue. Yours?”
“Green.” A soft moan slipped out as her nerves lit up under his nibbling teeth. “Age you lost your virginity.”
“Twenty one.”
“To Velli?”
“That’s another question.”
Noelle laughed. “Point to you. Your turn.”
“I return your question.” His words were muffled, not that she was complaining. There was another reason for it—his lips were dealing with far more pleasurable activities. At least to her.
“Nineteen.”
“We done with questions?”
“God, yes.” She welcomed his kiss, pulling his body tight against hers. The pounding on the door jolted through them both rudely, and she groaned. “Son of a bitch. I hate being interrupted.”
Meet the Author
Sarah Cass' world is regularly turned upside down by her three special needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers; dabbling in horror, straight fiction and urban fantasy. She loves historicals and romance, and characters who are real and flawed, so she writes to understand what makes her fictional people tick. And she lives for a happy ending - eventually. And enough twists to make it look like she enjoys her title of Queen of Trauma Drama a little too much.
An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible; she may emerge scarred, but always stronger. The rhythms to her activities drive her words forward, pushing her through the labyrinths of the heart and the nightmares of the mind, driving her to find resolutions to her characters' problems.
While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpse into her life and art. You can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on Facebook.
While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpse into her life and art. You can most often find her popping out her 140 characters in Twitter speak, and on Facebook.
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