Silver Vengeance (Gabrielle Gayle, #1)

By Kasey Shoemaker

Were-witches. These hybrid creatures stalk the earth with the raw, primal power of the werewolf and the cunning, dark magic of the witch. They’re deadly hunters with the capability for both bloodthirsty vengeance and an unwavering loyalty to their own.

Gabrielle Gayle is an ambitious chef in one of New Haven’s trendiest restaurants. Her concerns consist of getting ahead in her career, dodging barbed insults from her sharp-tongued mother, and dealing with the nagging certainty that she has always had powers. However, when the Clan of were-witches seeks revenge for her mother murdering one of their own, she and her sister are brutally attacked. With nowhere else to go, she turns to Nick, a Hunter of witches, werewolves, demons, and any combination thereof.

However, Gabrielle learns that she has much more in common with the Clan than she ever imagined. And, in order to save herself and her family from being destroyed, she must embrace her powers and become the very creature she fears the most.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kasey Shoemaker
• Release date: Sep 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301478958

Kasey Shoemaker

I am a transplanted New Englander, originally from Florida, and I don’t care what anyone says- the Long Island Sound and that rocky, sandy land it butts up against is not the beach. But, I digress. I started writing when I was seven years old, and it has been an ever-growing passion throughout my childhood and into my adult life. I received my Masters in writing from Trinity College. Go Bantams... really, Bantams. Hey, it’s a step up from my undergrad’s mighty Moccasins. You may ask, snake or shoe, and my response would be: Does it matter? Liberal arts colleges have issues with mascots. Besides reading and writing, I enjoy drinking red wine, eating anything that goes with red wine (most things do), singing, dancing badly in my living room, practicing yoga and kickboxing (not at the same time), and watching Tarantino movies. My husband, who is my best friend and most avid supporter, and I live with our two kids- one furry, one human. Both crazy. Years ago, we had a meet-cute in a Starbucks, talked books, and he had me at Dean Koontz and Anne Rice. We haven’t looked back since, unless it’s to catch one of us checking out the other’s ass.

Book preview

����cbook_preview_excerpt.html