It's a cover reveal!

 

The year is coming to a close, and we're ending with the Knight Brothers. For book 4, we're going to finally get a mate for Julian and I'm so excited! Keep scrolling for a cover reveal as well as a sneak peek of chapter 1! The release date for Julian's book will be Dec 18th. It's available for preorder now! 

As a heads up, I will be spinning this series off into a new one, so you'll see the beginnings of that storyline as you read Julian's book. So, while the new series won't be technically the Knight Brothers, it will still take place in Eastfied and will go more in-depth about the Motsi. That's coming next year, so prepare for that!

Sneak Peek of Chapter 1:

Tough.

Deena Hines had had to be tough her whole life, along with resilient and fearless. None of those things were helping her at the moment. With shaking hands, her eyes traced the words typed on the fan letter she was reading. Fan mail wasn’t odd or even new, especially since her and Celine’s online content had started blowing up. Their social media was popping, and their channel had close to a million subscribers. Every week, she was surprised by how many people tuned in to watch her and Celine cook, bake, or make whatever they were crafting for that video. 

So no, fan mail wasn’t out of the ordinary. 

This one, though… She took a deep breath, refolded it, and slid it back into the pile with all the other mail she’d picked up from their post office box. The box had been packed with letters and packages from their sponsors. It had been at least two weeks since it had last been checked. She wouldn’t have noticed the letter amid all the other items except it was addressed specifically to her. That was odd. Most fan letters came addressed to their channel or social media handle and were never personalized. 

She peered down at the letter along with the three others just like it. All of a sudden, sitting in her car in the near-empty parking lot of the post office had her feeling exposed. 

Deena started her car and drove off, headed to Celine’s house to work on the herb farm they both tended. She’d been looking forward to work, but now anxiety had her shoulders tight and her pulse elevated. She was thankful for the twenty-minute drive as it gave her time to calm herself. Her jaguar moved through her body, raising the hair on her arms. The animal prodded her to make a phone call. One to someone she knew could help her, but…

Was she ready for what would come with that?

Just thinking about him took her back to almost two years ago and the mad escape her and Celine made from Celine’s farm. Afterward, he had taken her home and extracted her promise to call him if she needed anything. At the time, she’d been running on adrenaline and fear, so she’d dismissed him and his words. 

Now, though… The words rang in her mind, and with the memory, a compulsion to call him and take him up on his offering of help. But one thing about Julian Chase was that he didn’t hide what he wanted, and he wanted her. And Deena wasn’t ready for his unspoken promises. Besides, none of the letters had been signed, and by their words, they weren’t threatening. So, calling Julian would be an overreaction. It just felt a little weird to be under the level of scrutiny the letters implied. 

The writer observed the way she dressed, her mannerisms on camera, and even down to the lipstick color she wore to ascertain how she was feeling. It was eerie to have the writer use those things to imply a bond with her. They didn’t know her, and she for damn sure didn’t know them. How in the world could they tell on the days she wore red lipstick, she was feeling unsure of herself? 

What gave them the right to even speculate on that?

By the time she pulled into Celine’s farm, she’d worked herself into being mad about the whole thing. Tough. Yeah, she was tough and would not allow herself to be scared by innocuous letters from a coward too scared to name themselves. Having settled on that conclusion, Deena pushed it from her mind and exited the car. 

Gathering the boxes, she headed into the house. Celine’s main security guard, Lance, opened the door for her. Her best friend was married to Mason Knight, a businessman who took his mate’s safety very seriously. Celine’s father-in-law was also one of the three men who ruled the shifters in Eastfield. All of that meant that Lance was her friend’s new shadow, and while he mainly remained unobtrusive, Deena was glad she didn’t have to live like that. 

She’d spent the majority of her childhood in youth homes. She valued her privacy above all. 

“Let me.” Lance held his hands out for the packages in Deena’s arms.

“Thank you!” She gladly handed him the bulky items. “She up?”

“In the kitchen,” he answered, leading the way. 

She followed him through Celine’s spacious living room and around the corner to the kitchen. Deena found her best friend at the kitchen island, her son in his high chair, food decorating his very cute face. Celine smiled in greeting and continued wiping Antonio down. CeCe’s curly hair was braided down into two braids, her rounded caramel face bare of makeup like it usually was. Her friend was beautiful in a natural, effortless way. Deena waited until Celine was done before lifting the chunky fifteen-month-old. 

“Hey, man-man,” Deena cooed, rubbing their cheeks together. 

He let out a string of garbled baby talk, reaching immediately for her hoop earrings. 

“Thanks for stopping at the post office. I hadn’t realized how out of control it had gotten,” Celine said.

“You’ve been dealing with Antonio; I don’t know why I didn’t think to go get it myself.” 

Celine cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

“With what?” Deena deflected immediately. 

“Now, I already told you Mama Di is on me about using my panther’s instincts, so that lie ain’t flying,” Celine told her.

Deena tensed as her friend reached for the letters, ignoring the bigger boxes. She picked up the opened letter and shot Deena a look. 

“This the third one.”

Deena didn’t bother correcting her friend. It was the eighth one, but she’d managed to hide the others on her previous visits to the post office. The only reason she wasn’t hiding these letters was because a part of her knew that it was getting scarier with each new one. 

 She let out a breath, dread coating her stomach. “And it’s just as silly as the first. Harmless.”

“It reads like a stalker. We should tell Mason so he can get Julian on it. It won’t hurt to see who they’re from.”

 She shook her head, removing Toni’s hand from her earring. “It’s fine. The PO box keeps them from knowing where we live, so they can’t stalk us.”

Celine bit her lip. “I don’t know, Deena, these could escalate more.” 

“And if they do, then we’ll tell your mate.” 

“Tell her mate what?” Mason asked, coming into the kitchen and kissing his mate. 

His panther was powerful, filling the kitchen with its presence. Mason Knight was fine as hell, and Deena smiled because she loved him and Celine together. Her friend had changed so much since she’d mated, all in good ways. His frame dwarfed his wife’s, his muscular body lean the way most male cat shifters were. 

Celine nuzzled her mate’s cheek before speaking. “Deena is getting threatening notes.”

“They are not threatening,” she protested immediately. 

Invasive, creepy, and presumptuous, yes, but they hadn’t reached the level of threatening yet. 

Mason frowned and picked up the letter Celine pointed out. He read it, his frown deepening as Celine handed him the others she’d received last month from the post office.

“It’s nothing, Mason. People see me on our sites and think that they know us,” she rushed to assure him.

He grunted but said nothing until he’d gone through them all. “You’ve been on camera lately, lovebug. Any of these with your name on them?”

Celine shook her head. “I haven’t gone through them all, but not so far as I can tell.” 

“I’ll get Julian on them.” 

“That’s not necessary, Mason,” Deena protested, her heart thumping.

He raised a brow at her tone. “We’ll be the judge of that.”

She shrugged and let it go. It wasn’t worth the argument. 

“In the meantime, don’t go pick up from the PO box anymore. They could be waiting to follow you home,” he ordered. His tone let it be known he wasn’t budging on it. 

She hadn’t thought of that, and it did give her pause.

“That’s fine with me,” Celine said. 

“What is Julian going to do?” She bounced Toni, trying to keep her voice as nonchalant as possible.

 Mason saw right through her and smirked. “He’ll more than likely try and trace these.”

She nodded, avoiding his gaze. “Would he need to talk to me?”

“You want him to talk to you, lil mama?” 

“Just asking.” Her cheeks heated, and she hid her face behind Toni.

Just thinking about Julian had her temperature up. Ever since they’d parted almost two years ago, she’d only seen him in passing as he picked up Mason or came to visit the couple as she was leaving. Sometimes they were in the same place when there were gatherings at Celine’s, but they’d both kept their distance. Still, every glimpse of him had left an impression. Mason had caught her drooling once and wouldn’t let her forget it. 

 “Keep your eyes on your surroundings from now on, but you’re right. These could be nothing.” He held up a hand to stop her next words. “Still, I’ll let Julian deal with it.” 

She nodded because there wasn’t anything to say after that. Besides, it would give her a good reason to get up the courage to talk to Julian finally.