It’s Writer Wednesday and today I’m hosting my friend and fellow Lucky 13 author, Lark Brennan!

Lark and I met when we were nominated for the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® Award. One of the best parts of being a Golden Heart finalist is getting to know your fellow nominees. Every year the Golden Heart group dreams up a unique name and since that year was 2013, we chose The Lucky 13s. We have great reunions whenever we meet again. In the picture above, Lark and I were attending last year’s Romantic Times® convention.

I’m beyond lucky to know Lark and all of my Luckies.  And now I have the pleasure of sharing Lark’s newest book (released Aug 1) with you!

Here’s Recklessly Yours (The Durand Chronicles, Book 3)…

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RECKLESSLY YOURS – BLURB

What if your life depended on a man who hates you?

When a mysterious artifact is discovered on the Blackfeet Reservation in Montana, Chantal Durand and Tanner Hays are ordered to investigate. Unfortunately, the last thing they want is to ever work together again.

Chantal and Tanner were close until the night his best friend was killed on a mission and Tanner blamed Chantal. Grief-stricken, Tanner froze her out and the they haven’t spoken since.

Now, using their combined psychic abilities, Chantal and Tanner learn the artifact is a piece of a powerful, ancient relic hidden in the wilderness—and they’re not the only ones looking for it. A telepathic murderer also wants the relic, and he’s hot on their heels. Finding the treasure is just the beginning of a cat-and-mouse game that will test the limits of their survival training—and their hearts.

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RECKLESSLY YOURS – EXCERPT

Dusk had fallen and night wasn’t far behind. Chantal Durand tucked into the doorway of the locked hangar out of the wind and retrieved her phone from her pocket. “Call Victor,” she ordered. His voicemail answered.

“Damn it! Where are you?” She shivered as she pulled her winter jacket from her duffle and put it on. He’d texted he’d pick her up and her brother was never late.

A pair of headlights appeared in the distance heading her way. Relief washed over her. Gathering up her bags, she began walking toward the oncoming vehicle. It was moving fast over the rough road, its headlights bouncing as it took the ruts. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. This wasn’t her brother’s white Macan.

She dropped her duffle, drew her Glock from inside her jacket and slipped it into the right-hand pocket of her coat.

A dark-colored Tahoe ground to a halt twenty feet in front of her, blinding her in its high beams. She shielded her eyes and waited for Victor to get out. Several seconds passed and nothing. Something was very wrong. Using her psychic ability and Protector training, she scanned the vehicle. She detected a shielded mind, which meant another psychic. Great. The driver was either on her side or she had a fight on her hands. With no cover. In high-heeled Chanel boots, damn it.

She slipped her hand into her picket and closed her fingers around the handle of the Glock. If the driver was a Dissembler, she’d know the moment she caught the scent of dark majik.

The truck door opened and a man got out. Every muscle in her body tensed for action, as she tasted the air. No noxious stench of the enemy. Still, something wasn’t right. Her heart pounded and she cocked the pistol as he stepped from behind the door.

“Are you getting in or not?” His voice was deep, American-accented, and irritated.

Her hand clenched the handle of the Glock. “Who are you? Where’s Victor?”

His chuckle startled her. “That son of a bitch didn’t tell you.”

The stranger stepped into the light. Chantal gasped. Her brain reeled. No. Anyone but him.

He’d changed in seven years, filled out and hardened. But it was him all right. Tanner Hays. The last time she’d seen him, he’d accused her of killing his best friend and walked away.

“Get in the truck,” he said. “We have work to do tonight.”

She didn’t move. “Why did you agree to this assignment?”

“Orders.”

“You knew you’d be working with me?”

“Yeah. Now get in the damn truck.”

Heat rushed through her body and her hands trembled. How could Mark do this to her? She glanced around. They were alone with nothing but black wilderness in sight. She had no choice but to go with him.

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AUTHOR BIO

Lark Brennan’s love of reading, writing and travel — including a few years spent sailing and diving in the Virgin Islands — has led to a string of colorful jobs and a well-worn passport. Her travels have also inspired her romantic suspense series The Durand Chronicles, which takes place in some of her favorite destinations–the Virgin Islands, Paris, Glacier National Park, New Orleans and Scotland.

Lark lives in Texas with her brilliant husband and two adorable canine children. She can be found at www.LarkBrennan.com.

You can also find Lark here: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

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Thanks for joining me, Lark! I loved hearing more about your new book ❤