Michelle Jefferies is a writer who believes that the way to examine our souls
is to explore the deep and dark as well as the shallow. To manipulate words in
a way that makes a person think and maybe even second guess. Her worlds include
suspense, urban fantasy, and an occasional twist of steampunk. When she is not
writing, she can be found on the yoga mat, hand binding journals, dyeing cloth,
and serving ginger tea. The author and creator divides her time between
stories, projects, and mothering four of her seven children on the wild and
windy plains of Wyoming.
Living an unassuming life as a teacher for the Academy, the former assassin,
Antony Danic, turned Speaker for the Devoted, would love to let the past stay
there. However, as hard as he tries, his new identity, Noble Standing, can’t
escape who Antony was. The widower, turned self-avowed bachelor doesn’t mean to
fall for the red-headed sword instructor, Lyris Jaimes. Noble insists he’s
better off single, but he is drawn to her in spite of his memories of Elite.
Noble finds that courting her, however, isn’t easy. His interest in Lyris sets
into motion a rivalry between him and a dangerous sociopath who wants her for
Regardless of the vow he made to never shed human blood again, Noble must
reconcile his past with his present, and use his assassin skills and knowledge
to keep himself and those he loves alive.
Noble looked up at her, his mouth open, his hand resting on the empty cupboard.
The cat immediately started to preen. Noble thought it was so obvious when the
sei haku changed what he had been doing in favor of looking more like a regular
that day on. “I was talking to Quelix here.” The cat shot him a look, and he
raised an eyebrow back.
given to me to help me as I work toward Head Elder.” He knew how ridiculous he
sounded. Especially if the cat was still invisible? How would you believe it,
without seeing it in person? “Say hello, Quelix,” Noble said.
then down at the cat. Seconds passed and the silent kitchen seemed to
exacerbate the lack of noise. After a few seconds of chasing the cat’s tail
with his foot, he caught it and pressed down on it. The cat reared up on its
mouth gaped open. The cat sat back down and turned his green eyes to Lyris.
to the cat. “I apologize for Noble’s lack of manners; a cat’s tail is extremely
sensitive.” Noble turned away, a smirk on his face.
bad habit of being invisible, disappearing, and appearing at will.”
know about you.”
I will need to go to them and explain the situation. And I was doing such a
good job too.”
and began to purr. “However, I definitely enjoy a good scratching.” Lyris
looked at Noble and he shrugged. Lyris laughed.