Release date: October 12, 2015
Bubbly were-lynx Tizzy Sands mapped out her life years ago: she’d teach kindergartners, eventually marry, and start a family. But when cancer stole her dream of having children, her focus changed. As a member of a were-lynx colony that faces constant danger from the nefarious Nexus Group, her goal now is helping the colony defeat them—and steering clear of any romantic involvements.
With his genius IQ, Quinn Arons isn’t the most socially skilled were-lynx in the colony and can’t imagine party girl Tizzy would give him a second look. But although his past mistakes and childhood experiences haunt him, he can’t accept Tizzy’s fear that cancer will return and claim her life soon. Instead, he decides to show her that life is what you make it.
Now they’re working as partners to prevent Nexus from launching its Project Powering, but can Quinn convince Tizzy there’s more to save here than just their world?
by Lynn Crandall
Lynn Crandall lives in a small town in the Midwest with her husband and writes romances in the company of her two cats. Find Lynn Crandall at www.lynn-crandall.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter.
An excerpt from Probabilities:
Standing among the group of his fellow were-cats—Casey, Asher Monroe and Kennedy Mitchell, Booker Chase, Lara Monroe, and Conrad—as well as Michelle and Quinn’s other human friends, his separation wrapped around him like an invisible wall.
Quinn swallowed hard as memories of his attempts in the past to make the wall disappear broke through to the front of his brain. Alcohol hadn’t made him easier to relate to, it had made him stupid, and he’d ended up abusing it. His genius hadn’t kept him safe from the loneliness that drove him to drink, just to feel average, to blend in. Nor had it put together the shattered pieces of his soul. The memory of the molestation he’d suffered from a fourteen-year-old neighbor boy when he was five kept him ever vigilant, on edge, afraid that being different might make him a target again. He’d spoken of it only to Lara, whose healing touch he’d turned to when the trauma of the past surfaced. It didn’t matter the geographic distance between them, her ability was energy-based and allowed her to connect energetically with him to apply her soothing, curative energy. With her help he was slowly processing the pain, instead of numbing it.
Quinn shrugged and dropped his attention back to the group. The drinking was behind him. He’d admitted his dependence on it and now, two years into his sobriety, knew he would always be in recovery but booze-free.
“Hey, last but not least.” Asher smiled at Tizzy. “Glad you could make it.”
She frowned at him and punched him in the arm. “Shut up. I’m just a little late.”
“As always,” Asher teased her, but Quinn knew it was in good fun.
Quinn watched her slip effortlessly into the conversation. He wished he could do it as easily as Tizzy did. A faint whiff of her scent, no perfume, just simply her unique scent with a touch of vanilla-scented soap, wafted to him. Dressed in a deep blue dress that hugged her slim curves and ended just above her knees, she dazzled. Her short blond hair framed her heart-shaped face in a delicate caress. At about five-foot three inches, she made a petite but powerful package of bubbly personality and strong passion. He’d known her for five years, since she’d joined the colony. Their opposite personalities, his reserved, hers vivacious, made it hard for him to feel as close to her as he’d like. She fascinated him. Made his brain freeze. They were friends, sure, but strong feelings for her had always been there.
But he knew the odds. The probability of her finding him attractive in any way was slim. It wasn’t that he was insecure or lacking in confidence. His brain gave him a broad and rich perspective of the world, and he loved that. He simply was pragmatic and knew it was a challenge for “averages” to connect meaningfully with him.
He didn’t believe she was inferior or stupid. She was an asset to the colony and had proved it many times, especially in the most recent clash with The Nexus Group when they’d kidnapped Casey and gone to war with the colony over the group’s hunting services for trophy animals, animals that had been “hunted” in confined areas. The organization had been a threat to the colony and the community for years, but they had recently progressed to a very dark place of death and destruction. Tizzy had been integral to Casey’s survival during that battle.
She glanced Quinn’s way and lit up his insides with her smile. “Hey, Quinn. Big day for the colony, huh?”
Her hand on his arm sent his mind spinning. “Yeah. Big day.” Doofus. Your mind is racing with thoughts. Say something. “You look nice.”
“Aww…thank you. You look great yourself. Your dark suit complements your auburn hair.”
He knotted his hands. She’d noticed him. That was so Tizzy, to be kind to everyone. Even the colony geek. “Thank you.”