Title: Broken Warrior
Series: The Weavers Circle #1
Author: Jocelynn Drake & Rinda Elliott
Publisher: Drake and Elliott Publishing LLC
Release Date: April 24, 2020
Length: 97,304
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal romance, urban fantasy romance
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Synopsis
Clay Green
A brotherhood? Monsters? Goddesses? Magic?
The world has become a strange place.
After a life on the run, Clay Green is rescued by a crazy old lady with a shotgun and an even crazier story about monsters, goddesses, and a secret brotherhood.
Gifted with the power of the earth, Clay must locate his missing “brothers” before invading monsters can destroy everything.
As if that’s not enough to contend with, Clay can’t keep his hands off the man trying to rebuild the plantation house he’s temporarily living in.
Dane Briggs
Something strange is going on…
Dane knew restoring the old plantation house wasn’t going to be an easy job, but at least none of the clients were going to be underfoot. Since losing his wife and child, the only way Dane can keep going is to focus on the work.
But that focus crumbles the second Clay appears covered in blood and barely hanging on to life.
Mystery and danger cling to Clay and the other men who suddenly show up. A smart man would walk away.
Dane chucks smart out the window in favor of hungry kisses and the silken slide of skin against skin. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but there’s no question that Clay needs him.
He’s just not sure his heart can survive being broken again if something happens to Clay.
Broken Warrior is the first book in The Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, explosions, hurt/comfort, sexy times, animal shenanigans, wounded hearts, three crazy old ladies, and magic;
“We never got around to talking about brothers. Or powers since I fell asleep yesterday,” Clay said as he preceded Flo down the stairs.
“Yes, I know, and now isn’t the time to jump into long discussions. We’ll do that after you fetch your brother.” Flo huffed in irritation. “I don’t know what name he’s going by this time. Jo forgot to tell me. Damn woman is getting as flighty as Willie.”
“What about Dane?” Clay asked at the bottom of the stairs. He stepped onto the porch and held the door open for Flo. “Does he know about all this shit? The pestilents and powers?”
“No, and if you go telling him, he’s gonna think you’re nuts, just like you think we are.”
Okay, so not telling Dane that he felt a living thing in his chest since talking to Flo last night was a good thing.Wonderful.
Flo pushed and prodded him toward the master bedroom, where he found a pair of his socks and his shoes. She wouldn’t explain anything particularly useful such as what that feeling in his chest was about and who this man was he was supposed to find. Or even what he looked like. Clay was supposed to know when he saw him. Fantastic.
This whole thing was a giant mess. He no longer had his car, and only had ten bucks in his wallet. He should have been out looking for a new job. Something to put cash in his wallet, food in his belly, and his feet on the road.
Instead, he was being loaded behind the wheel of Jo’s mammoth truck while Flo gave him directions to a massive outdoor flea market outside of Savannah where he was supposed to find this guy.
As Clay was buckling his seat belt, Flo reached through the open window and handed him five one-hundred-dollar bills.
Clay’s jaw went slack as he took the money from the crazy old woman claiming to be a goddess.
“In case you need to pick up some supplies after you get your brother,” Flo said as if handing a relative stranger five hundred dollars for a bit of shopping wasn’t odd.
“You get that I can drive off with your money and your truck. You’d never see me or this truck again. You get that, right?”
“But you won’t.” She was wearing that same smug smile he’d seen on her mouth the day before.
“Why’s that?”
She leaned close to the truck so that her face was practically coming through the window. “Because I know you, Clay Green. You’re a good man.”
“You don’t know me,” he growled, but Flo’s grin never wavered. She backed away from the truck as Clay turned the key and fired up the engine with an angry roar. He jammed it into reverse and quickly turned the beast around, then headed down the gravel drive.
Clay looked in the rearview mirror to find Flo standing in the middle of the driveway. That infuriating smile was on her face, and she was waggling her fingers at him in a mocking good-bye before she completely disappeared. Clay slammed on the brakes. The entire truck lurched forward, front tires sliding in the gravel and dirt. As soon as the damn thing came to a halt, Clay twisted around to stare out the rear window, but she wasn’t there. Not a single sign of her.
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Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott have teamed up to combine their evil genius to create intense gay romantic suspense stories that have car chases, shoot outs, explosions, scorching hot love scenes, and tender, tear-jerking moments. Their first joint books are in the Unbreakable Bonds series.
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