Here’s the deal: My name is Tanner Lyons, and I’m the hero (which feels very awkward to say, by the way) of the first Lightbearer book, Into the Light. My author told me she was due to write a blog post and then said, “I got nothin’, what do you have?” I gave her a blank look because what the hell do I know about blogging?
So then she said, just talk about food. WTF? Food? Why? I mean, here’s my talk about food: I like to eat it. Preferably meat, although I’ll be honest and tell you that the head chef in the Lightbearers’ coterie does make some pretty mean vegetable dishes. Still, I’d choose a hefty rare steak over pretty much anything else in the world.
Except Olivia Bennett, the Lightbearer princess. Man, I could feast on her all day and all night and still not get my fill. What? That’s not what she meant by eating? Hey, her problem, not mine. She’s telling me to take over her blog post, she’s gonna get what I want to talk about.
I’m definitely not interesting in talking about my newfound role as pack master.
Shit, I really am a pack master now, aren’t I? I’ve been avoiding that trap for ten years. Then some hot little Lightbearer (that’s the princess I was talking about eating earlier—and by eating I don’t mean grilling her over an open fire) who looks like she could never hold her own, yet is stronger than you and me and your entire family put together, comes along and flings my freaking plans over the nearest cliff. And yes, that is a reference to the cliff in the Lightbearers’ coterie – and there is a point in the story when I want to throw myself over that damn cliff. Except I’m a shifter, so I would just instinctively shift into a bird and fly instead of crash into the beach at the bottom.
Princess Olivia Bennett. The only offspring of the king and queen. Oh, did I forget to mention that I didn’t even believe these magical beings existed, until I saw Olivia curled up in the far corner of a prison cell in the basement of my asshole father’s mansion? Yeah, you read that right. My father, the pack master of the largest pack of shifters on the continent, built a freaking prison into the basement of his ridiculously pretentious mansion home. That’s how much of a bastard he is. No, wait, it gets better.
He believes that to kill a Lightbearer is to inherit her magic. Yep. My kind can shift from human form into pretty much any warm-blooded animal that exists, so therefore we are part of the magical community. But that is the only magic we possess, and that isn’t good enough for my psycho old man. (Are you sensing a theme here? I really hate the guy. With good reason, I promise.) Quentin Lyons wants the combined magic of shifters and Lightbearers, like that’s going to make him all powerful or some shit. Make him a god, I guess. The man’s seriously fucked up in the head.
As I am his only legitimate offspring, that means I probably am – or will be, eventually – fucked up as well. Which means the last thing in this world I should be doing is rescuing some hapless Lightbearer and helping her get back to her secret, warded home, where all the rest of the Lightbearers live in blissful safety. Because you know what’s going to happen if Olivia and I spend too much time together, right?
I am in so much freaking trouble.
Tami Lund is the author Tanner’s referring to above. She’s written a bunch of books, including the Lightbearer series, which is about shapeshifters and the magical people they hate to love (that’s the Lightbearers). There’s a prequel called First Light that’s FREE and a second prequel called Broken Light that’s only 99 cents. After that, the reading order is:
Into the Light
Dawning of Light
Light Beyond the Darkness