Guest Post Cara Carnes

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A Glimpse into the Shadow Elite Operatives

The Shadow Elite Operatives, or SEO, is the covert operatives group the hero, Dagan, belongs to. Comprised of high-level psychics from all ranges of abilities, they had their shadowy beginnings under imprisonment by General Conver, who manipulated them with threats, torture and death of those they held dear in order to garner their assistance with dark wet-work.

When the eventually broke free and gained their freedom, many of the high-level Elites formed the SEO and returned to the facilities they were contained within and began a war to free the lower-level psychics they’d left behind. With every psychic now free and Conver’s dirty deeds somewhat exposed to a disbelieving public, the SEO now places themselves between Conver’s army and the psychics they freed.

The sacrifices they make are tremendous. Use of their abilities has physical repercussions and the covert nature of their existence and work leave them very isolated. Hardened by their pasts and hidden within the darkness, many question why they continue the work they do. Then they remember all the ones they lost, failed to save.

Although they’ve sacrificed a lot, they have gained brotherhood. Family. They would do anything necessary for one another and take promises made by one as one made by all. Though they rarely discuss or think of the deeds they were forced to do during their captivity, there’s an underlying belief that time will heal the wounds they won’t show.

The hero of A Shadow’s Embrace is Dagan, who has the ability to mentally manipulate those around him. The skill is one he abhors using, especially on the other operatives when necessary. Seeing the darkness within his friends, brothers-in-arms, makes him question his existence.

Then he meets Devyn, a high-level technopath who somehow managed to fly below Conver’s radar to be labeled as a low-level psychic. When she puts herself at risk to help the SEO, Dagan knows he’ll do anything to protect her.

Bio:

Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.

In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.

More information about Cara can be found at www.caracarnes.com.

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On the run from evil, her only hope is the Shadows.

Devyn James escaped hell once. A rare technopath, she eventually broke out of the genetics testing facility with the help of the Shadow Elites—General Conver’s super soldiers, who rebelled and now fought to protect psychically enhanced humans.

For the past few months Devyn, or Indy as she’s known on the street, has covertly passed intel to the SEO. Even though the street doesn’t trust the Shadows, she does. They rescued her once and she knows they’re the only ones who will be able to save her from Conver and figure out what she uncovered.

Dagan is determined to save the female being chased by Conver and his squadron. He soon discovers her identity and vows he’ll do anything to keep her protected—even if it’s from herself.

Together they discover everything is possible when you trust A Shadow’s Embrace.

Excerpt:

Turning away from the cause of the discord, she telepathically accessed the surveillance system. So far it had been quiet.

Almost too quiet. Paranoia was her middle name where Conver was concerned. The fact that her team was out there gathering intel to cover her ass made her stomach pitch.

“I’m thinking we need to get a couple of things straight.” The husky whisper, its proximity, startled her. Warm tingles spread beneath her skin where he touched her upper arm.

“I’m thinking I’ve heard enough of what you have to say.” She should pull away, demand he respect her personal space, but she inhaled his warm, musky scent. Woodsy vanilla. His breath tickled her cheek.

“If you think I don’t respect what you and your crew do, you’re crazy. It takes balls, brass ones, to put yourself on radar to help others. Y’all do that without the tactical training we’ve got behind us.” He squeezed her arm slightly. “Not a single Shadow I know isn’t terrified at the thought of Conver getting his hands on you or someone in your group. We’ve seen what he’s capable of. It’s worse than you could imagine.”

“I don’t have to imagine it.” She turned and held his gaze, even though the fiery obsidian depths made her thoughts falter. “You weren’t the only group held. You might’ve endured more, had to do more black ops than we could imagine, but I assure you the cages were the same, the restrictions the same. The punishments the same.”

His gaze darkened, narrowed. “You were in a facility? You weren’t in the halfway houses or camps? Which facility? Where?”