Crest is currently undergoing edits and revisions. If everything proceeds smoothly and there are no unexpected glitches, I hope to get it out on August 31st.

I’ve planned a few fun things for the month of August, including behind the scenes posts, character interviews, playlists, series read-a-long, and a trailer. I need a few more days to figure out scheduling and will post about it again later this week.

In other news, I’ve opened up requests for Crest review copies on my website. These are reserved for readers who will post reviews on Amazon and/or Barnes and Noble/Goodreads/etc, once the book is released. These e-books are budgeted into the costs for every release so there are only a limited number of copies available.

You do NOT have to be a blogger to submit the form. Since this is the third installment, I’m assuming those of you who are interested have already read the previous books and are enjoying the series. If you’ve posted a review for any of the previous books, I encourage you to fill out the short form. Selected reviewers will receive their copy via email two to three days prior to the book’s public release.

You guys have been so great with your support 🙂 Here’s another short excerpt to tide you over:



A wiry selkie with short, light brown hair streaked across the floor. He blurred, his fist rocketing forward. The loud crack resounded against the wood floors.

His opponent dropped, arching his back as he fell and using the momentum to flip over. He landed light on his feet, arm lashing forward in a brutal blow that hammered the other selkie in the kidney.

“Cam,” I murmured. “Close your mouth.”

He snapped it shut. “Did you see what he just did?’

Another dazzling sequence of punches. A flying kick. There were no grunts of pain, no labored breathing or clumsy footwork. Only sharp, rhythmic whacks as unleashed feet and fists made precise contact.

“That was definitely a rib,” Alex said.

“There goes another one,” Ethan murmured.

A red-haired selkie agilely vaulted on to the wooden beam on the right. Perfectly balanced on one foot, he sprang up to the higher beam on the left. One effortless leap at a time, he fearlessly moved up to the beam near the ceiling, roughly three stories above ground.

No way.

He jumped.

At the last second, Dax seemed to sense the attack from above and shifted to the right. The selkie landed on the floor like a jungle cat, bent knees and arms absorbing the impact. He didn’t make a single sound.

It was a demonstration of both supreme power and extraordinary finesse. This wasn’t the kind of messy brawl you’d see in a bar or street fight. This was technique of the highest level.

The lines of their bodies emphasized the stark beauty of their movements. Power crackled off rolling muscles and supernatural reflexes.

Ewan once said Haverleau gardinels found our elite sessions boring. Now I knew why.

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