U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.
Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the unknown.
With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.
My house looked the same as when I left it, but when I got up to the door, I could feel there was a change in the atmosphere. The feeling was unexplainable, but I knew there was someone in the house. My gun was in my harness, so I pulled it out. Slowly, I unlocked the door, kicking it open to startle whoever was waiting inside. Nothing happened. I moved in, looking in all directions. Frowning when I didn’t see anything, I pointed the gun over toward my sofa, where two people sat, looking comfortable. One was a good-looking guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes that appeared to be amused with my entrance.
“Hey! That’s my vacation popcorn, jerk!” I glared at him as he munched from the bowl I just had the night before. Did he pick that shit up off the floor?
The guy grinned and slowly popped another piece in his mouth. “Never had it with chocolate before. It’s not bad.”
Next to him was a woman that was clearly not amused with how we were interacting. She wore her blond hair back in a high ponytail, her makeup done in a way that screamed dominatrix or psycho bitch. She snatched the popcorn bowl away from the man and set it on the table. Her nails were long and sharp, painted blood red. What stood out the most about her was that she was dressed in all black leather. Not something I would do, but since she had a great body, the woman was able to pull it off. With me, I’d be walking funny as I made noises from the leather.
“Put the gun down, Jacey.” She looked down at her nails like she was bored with me already. Hello, I have a gun!
“I don’t follow orders.” I say, shrugging. Damn Trent for not following me home. Men were such assholes sometimes. It was ridiculous!
Nodding, the guy put his feet up on my coffee table, his shit kickers not even close to clean. “Hey, I bought that off a military guy who got it from Germany.” I went over and kicked his boots off. “Respect my shit. You’re worse than a kid.”
The woman looked over at her partner. “Knock it off, you can flirt later.”
“This is flirting? Crap, I am totally doing it wrong. Breaking into homes and eating their food is a much better idea!” I acted like I was impressed with the technique.
“My name is Luca Taborn. This bitch is my partner, Casey Banks, and we are here to bring you in for violating the Shadow code.”
About the Author
Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father. The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and developed her love for literature.
Today, Hoffmann resides in a small town in Missouri with her husband and three children. When Hoffmann isn’t busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on her husband (such as, painting his toenails hot pink while he sleeping), and spending time with her family.