[BookStrand Fantasy Romance, shape-shifters, HEA]
The Gargoyles' younglings and their unhatched eggs have been without human protection for far too long. Will the love between a human and a Gargoyle give them what they need to survive? Most humans can't see Katharine's true beauty. Nor could they have guessed that her father was a SkinWalker and that she is the great-great-granddaughter of Princess Katharine of Avalon. Handsome and flamboyant Behlem is a Gargoyle, and he is Katharine's Prince Charming. What will it take for Behlem to realize that Katharine is his female? Central Park in the fall is supposed to be lovely, but for Katharine and Behlem it is the season that hands them hell. A battle between the Gargoyles and the Narcoblix might be the seed of their love. But deceit, blood, and anger get in their way.
A BookStrand Mainstream Romance
5 CUPS: "Katherine is human and works in a hospital nursery because of her love for children. The world she lives in is inhabited by many magical creatures. She has had nightmares since she was a small child. Behlem is half human and half gargoyle, though he identifies the most with his gargoyle side. When Katherine encounters a squonk in the park on her way to work she screams for all she is worth unwittingly summoning Behlem to her aid. Behlem watches trying to determine if Katherine truly needs help when the squonk leaves on its own. Still he decides to keep an eye on Katherine until she leaves the park. He is drawn to Katherine in ways he has not been drawn to other gargoyle females, she fascinates him. However, this does not stop him from trying to return her to her home once the gargoyle healer Keyne has healed her. There is only one problem with this scenario and that is that Katherine’s stepfather is the arch enemy of the gargoyles. He attempts to shoot Behlem when he tries to return her home, but Katherine chooses to take the bullet and save him. Will Behlem be able to get her back to the healer in time to save her life? The Gargoyle’s Female is one of the best fantasy romances that I have read this year. I absolutely LOVED it! The world building is extraordinary, and the characters are realistic in spite of the fact that many of them are real only in the imagination of the author. Ms. Story does a fantastic job of bringing all the characters in this book to life and making the reader feel as though they truly exist. The love scenes are believable and well written, as well as emotional despite the fact that Behlem tries to look and sound tough. He ended up being one of my favorite characters and I thought he embodied all the good traits of both the gargoyles and the humans in the story. This book is a keeper and I will be buying more of this author’s books in the future. This is one book that is well worth reading, and I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good fantasy love story." -- Regina, Coffee Time Romance & More
Behlem witnessed the exchange from his vantage point above them. The poor Squonk had to be scared to death. He contemplated swooping down and saving it from the female before it turned itself into a mass of bubbles and tears, but instead decided it did not need his help after it grunted and held its ground. Apparently, this Squonk had learned to manage its fear of other beings and of being seen by them. However, humans still had never learned how to listen to the many creatures of this world like the Gargoyles had. It was a shame, he mused.
He had been silently gliding through the upper branches of the trees, trying not to attract any attention to himself. Unlike years past when the Gargoyles and humans lived in harmony, most of them now feared his race, mostly the females and the children. Never mind the fact that Gargoyles were their protectors by choice rather than obligation, something he would rather forget.
No, he would stay right where he was and keep an eye on her from a distance and until she got beyond the borders of the park. He might not like the humans, but he was not a rogue. Besides, she was really quite pretty, and he had no other plans besides the obligations of his clan, which he was not too keen on attending. Not tonight anyway! And never for the expectations forced on him from his brother and his soon-to-be life mate.
Katharine exhaled a sigh of relief when the Squonk finally was tired of its antics and scurried into a nearby hole. His wart-blemished skin hung heavily from his twisted body as he disappeared. The image was repulsive and she wondered how such a creature had ever been allowed to evolve.
As she wiped a bead of perspiration from her brow, she continued down the gravel path toward the opposite end of the park. A quick look at her watch told her that she had ten more minutes left before she’d have to give her boss another excuse for being late. The idea of groveling again made her angry, especially when she had to do it in front of a bald-headed, mealy-mouthed idiot who considered all women his inferior. Even still, it was her job, and she was not up to asking her mother for help paying her rent. At least not this month! So she would run in the hopes of catching the next subway before it left for Times Square.
As she rounded the last corner, she slowed her pace. She only had a few more steps to go and she would be across the street and down the stairs leading to the subway. And all would have been well, until she was grabbed by the roots of her hair and pulled painfully backward into the slimy arms of a mugger, and the prickly thorns of a bush.
“Gimme yer purse!” he slurred against her ear.
Katharine yanked her arm until it was free of his grip. His breath smelled of alcohol and rotten meat. It almost made her stomach lurch.
“I’ll do no such thing.” She seethed angrily and then opened her mouth to scream. However, his filthy hand prevented her from doing so when it clamped tightly down over her lips. Squirming, she tried to free herself.
“Yer money or yer life, bitch! Whata-ya value more?” He lightly bit the lobe of her ear and then licked her cheek. “Hmm, sweet! Maybe I’ll jest take you right here instead.”
Katharine nearly passed out from the weight and the filth of his palm on her face. She could hardly breathe. However, she did have one last vice, and it took a lot of strength, but somehow she managed. Without stopping to consider the ramifications, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and clamped her teeth down into the fleshy part of his palm. As his blood poured onto her chin and she felt the warmth of it on her tongue, she could not help but smile. When he yelped and yanked his hand away, she twisted her body against him and laughed. “You see, trash is trash! So why don’t you go and find yourself a Dumpster to crawl into before the police get here and drag your ass off to jail.”
She knew it was a mistake the moment she said it. Nevertheless, even as she felt her body slamming against the trunk of the tree, she could not help but languish triumphantly in her success. Her friends had taught her well. Never allow a man to gain the upper hand, and never, ever let one call you a bitch. As she slid slowly to the ground, she studied the face of the maniac one more time. She would remember him, and if she lived past the night, she would bring him to justice.
However, it was not his face that made the last impression on her brain before darkness came. As she fought for consciousness, she watched the body of the rancid fool fly past her like a Raggedy Ann doll being flung from a child’s arms. The sight of it brought her deep satisfaction, until her eyes made contact with her savior and the reality of her situation began to ring clearly in her mind. Pain had enveloped her entire body, but she wasn’t ready to give up her fight, not yet.
He was tall, and dark like a devil with leathery wings instead of the white down belonging to those of an angel. His talons fanned out in anger as he approached her. She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. Instead, she wondered what he would feel like. His blue eyes bore into her like daggers piercing her flesh and he had long swaths of pitch-black hair that lay on his bare shoulders.
He was what all women would dream about if they were looking for a fantasy filled with Chippendales. He had the body of a human man, yet he was muscle-bound like the king of Sparta. Although he had the ears of a bat, his face was completely human. He was handsome, and if she could describe him any better than she already had, she would have to call him her savior!