OS: Welcome to Shira Anthony who’s stopped by to talk with us about Finder’s Keepers!
Thank you Morgan and Open Skye, for hosting this stop on the Finder’s Keeper blog tour! Be sure to read to the bottom of the post for a chance to win a unisex red agate fox pendant I’ll be giving away at the end of the tour.
Finder’s Keeper is my first novel in the brand new Dreamspun Beyond line of contemporary paranormal stories that are romance-forward in the tradition of the old category romances from Harlequin and Mills & Boon. Finder’s Keeper is the sweet story of a half-human, half-fox spirit named Kit who guards a gate between the human and spirit worlds and Zane Mayer, an engineer who inherits the old gothic brownstone where the Gate is hidden.
Today I’d like to share an exclusive excerpt from the book. This is from the beginning of Chapter Two. Zane and Kit have just met. Kit’s surprised because he expected Zane would understand his role in taking care of the Gate and he has no idea how to break the truth to Zane….
KIT hadn’t exactly lied when he’d pretended to buy into the whole remodeling thing. He thought Ralph would have at least discussed the house with Zane. He’d never asked Ralph. It wasn’t his place to question him. He certainly hadn’t expected Zane would be so totally clueless about him and the house. He’d expected… well, he’d expected Zane would understand his role as Keeper. Understand their roles.
Kit had assumed Zane had finally come because someone told him about his role, or he’d learned of it through something Ralph had left behind, like a letter. Was it possible Zane had been drawn to the house without knowing anything about it?
Of course it’s possible. He’s a Keeper. He belongs here.
He watched Zane sip his coffee, and for the first time that morning, the tension in Kit’s shoulders and neck eased a bit. Zane seemed like a good man. Kind. Appreciative.
Does he really not know? Even Tyrol Carver, Kit’s first Keeper, had understood. The Carvers were powerful mediums who had always known of the existence of the spirit world.
“The coffee’s delicious.” Zane smiled up at him.
“I’m glad.” Kit debated how to broach the subject of the Gate. Maybe it was best to take it slowly, feel Zane out. If he really knew nothing about it—
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Zane asked, bringing Kit’s focus back.
“Join you?” He’d never joined Ralph for breakfast when he’d served him. Their forty years together had been wonderful, but they’d never breached the divide between master and servant.
“I’m not much for eating alone.” Zane was still smiling. A bright smile. He was beautiful, with his curly dark hair and blue eyes that reminded Kit of Lake Erie at sunrise. Beckoning with an invitation to dive in.
Kit pushed away the sudden tug of longing. It wouldn’t help to give in to those feelings. Zane was here to be his Keeper. If they became friends, so much the better. But more than that? “You sure?” he asked.
Zane tapped the chair next to his. “No way can I eat all this myself.”
“Thanks.” Kit sat beside Zane and took a long breath to steady himself. He knew he shouldn’t read too much into the gesture, but he liked the warm feeling he got from being close to Zane.
Zane took a bite of one of the muffins and moaned.
“Did you bake this yourself?”
“Yes.” Veronica had taught him to bake centuries before. She’d called it women’s work, but he’d insisted she show him. He loved to bake. He’d made breakfast for Ralph every morning and baked bread every evening. But after Ralph had passed on and the months alone turned into years, cold cereal and Pop-Tarts had been his menu of choice. He hadn’t had the heart or the energy for anything else.
“You’re a great cook.” Zane wiped his mouth with his napkin and brushed Kit’s elbow. Kit repressed a shiver at the tiny zing of energy that traveled up his arm.
Zane’s coffee cup clattered onto the table. “Shit.” Zane shot to his feet and began to use his napkin to mop up the coffee he’d spilled.
“Let me do that.” Kit grabbed his own napkin and reached for the mess at the same time Zane moved away. Their hands touched. For a long moment, neither of them broke the contact. The heady warmth felt so damn good.
As you can guess, eventually Kit has to tell Zane about the Gate. But he worries the truth will crush Zane’s dreams of traveling the world and he doesn’t want to tie Zane down to a life he never wished for. Will they find their HEA? Of course—that’s the point of a Dreamspun title. Love always wins.
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The truth might ruin his dreams—or make them come true.
When Zane moves into an old gothic brownstone, he discovers the house comes equipped with a caretaker—Kit, who lives in the basement. Zane is immediately drawn to the charming and attractive Kit. But Kit is much more than he seems. He is a two-hundred-year-old half-human, half–red-fox spirit who guards a Gate between the mortal and spirit worlds—a fact Zane should recognize, but doesn’t.
Orphaned at a young age, Zane never learned he comes from a long line of mystical Keepers. Kit needs Zane’s help to protect the Gate, but how can he tell Zane of his legacy when that will crush Zane’s dreams of traveling the world? If he takes up the mantle, Zane will be bound to the Gate, unable to leave it. But when Zane realizes Kit’s true nature, and his own, he’ll have to make a choice—fight to protect Kit and the Gate, or deny his destiny and any chance of a future with Kit.
Dreamspinner Press: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/finders-keeper-by-shira-anthony-8812-b
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About Shira: Shira Anthony was a professional opera singer in her last incarnation, performing roles in such operas as Tosca, i Pagliacci, and La Traviata, among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle. You can hear Shira singing “Vissi d’arte” from Puccini’s Tosca by clicking here: Shira’s Singing
Shira loves a great happily-ever-after and never writes a story without one. She’s happy to write what her muse tells her, whether it’s fantasy, sci fi, paranormal, or contemporary romance. She particularly loves writing series, because she thinks of her characters as old friends and she wants to visit them even after their stories are told.
In real life, Shira sang professionally for 14 years, and she currently works as a public sector attorney advocating for children. She’s happy to have made writing her second full-time job, even if it means she rarely has time to watch TV or go to the movies. Shira writes about the things she knows and loves, whether it’s music and musicians, the ocean, or the places she’s lived or traveled to. She spent her middle school years living in France, and tries to visit as often as she can.
Shira and her husband spend as many weekends as they can aboard their 35′ catamaran sailboat, Land’s Zen, at the Carolina Coast. Not only has sailing inspired her to write about pirates and mermen, her sailboat is her favorite place to write. And although the only mermen she’s found to date are in her own imagination, she keeps a sharp lookout for them when she’s on the water.