She Who Hunts
by C.L. ParksMY REVIEW:
Hunters of demons were always male
until Tenna's mother. Tenna is the legendary Huntress from a
prophecy. Her parents are killed in front of her when she is 6 years
old and she is sent to live with humans. Fans of Supernatural will
probably enjoy this book. I thought the pacing was a little off. The
writing is pretty good but I felt it could use some more polish to be
perfect. The story was interesting and it held my attention. I liked
Tenna. There seemed to be a lot of explanation and exposition in the
writing which slowed down the flow for me. I needed more “show not
tell”. 3 Stars.
~Tenna Massey's past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.
She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.
Tenna dug her fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him - or tried to - hoping to snap him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”
Title: She
Who Hunts
Author: CL
Parks
Genre: Urban
Fantasy with Romantic Elements
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Blurb:
~Tenna Massey's past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.
She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.
Will she
choose to embrace her fate as The Huntress or condemn humanity to
Hell on Earth? ~
Author
Bio:
CL Parks has
had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in
kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with
immortal life she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from
sweet and innocent to the supernatural after reading Stephen King in
fifth grade. Since the moment she picked up Pet Semetary she devoured
every supernatural and preternatural book she could get her hands on
by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.
When not
fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her newest
novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her
dogs, spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired
dress. Her dream is to travel the country in an RV with her husband
while writing more books…after the kids have gone on to college, of
course.
Twitter -
clparks05
Goodreads
- https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard
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Excerpt 1:
Tenna dug her fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him - or tried to - hoping to snap him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”
He was still
looking directly at her, but somehow right through her. “All of
them. They’re all dead.” His voice was an eerie monotone and as
cold as his eyes.
Who?
Everyone at the bar? Everyone at…noooo.
She gave up
on coercing him gently into sanity and slapped her open palm across
his face. His head whipped to the side, he blinked a couple times,
his mouth working like a fish out of water then started to cry. He
actually started to cry. “Shit! Russell, keep it together. Who’s
dead? Whose blood is this?”
Russell
looked down at his clothes then like he hadn’t noticed before that
he was covered in blood. He began frantically swiping his hands at
his shirt, his forearms, and his hands, anything he could easily see.
His hands scrubbed at his skin, his nails biting into the flesh as he
dug at the sticky substance. She kept grabbing at his hands, trying
to keep him from scratching himself but his movements were too
frantic.
Tenna looked
over Russell’s head to see Jason swaying from foot to foot,
wringing his hands like an old woman, his eyes still wide.
If there was
ever a time to push out a little of her energy it was now. She
focused on Jason’s eyes, trying to see the depth of the dark swirls
of color, and exhaled once. She tried to imagine his breathing
slowing to match her own, his hands relaxed and at his side. She put
her own hands in her lap hoping to do a monkey-see-monkey-do kind of
move. To her astonishment his hands dropped to his side…as did
Russell’s. Cool.
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