I've been around cats all my life. I know their diseases run parallel with ours: diabetes, upper respiratory, cancer, cataracts, etc. but I didn't realize they could get glaucoma. When I took Faux in to get her eyes checked, I was expecting something more along the lines of cataracts or possibly a tumor, but she was diagnosed with glaucoma. She's now on eye drops to bring down the pressure. If left untreated the eye could rupture.
The disease is a result of fluid pressure building in the eyeball. To diagnose glaucoma, like humans, the pressure must be measured. Topical and or oral drugs are used to reduce the pressure. If the drugs don't work, surgery is sometimes required. The surgery can be to remove the pressure or the eye.
Genevieve Drake is on a dangerous
mission to find the soul collector, Lethe, and enter the deepest, darkest level
of the underworld. No one has ever returned alive from the belly of a soul
collector, but she will let nothing stop her from going after the precious
treasure Lethe stole from her.
As she is tested against demon
spawn and foul creatures of the underworld, each triumph strengthens her Vessel
power—and drags her closer to a breaking point that could forever doom her to
Meanwhile, with the full prophecy
hurtling toward completion, the Dominus Daemonum strategize for the day Gen
will battle Prince Bamal’s Vessel to the death, when the Great War between
heaven and hell will begin.
But Bamal has a secret weapon.
When he reveals it—and Thomas reveals his own hidden agenda—Gen may not have
the strength to resist the temptation to fall into darkness, forsaking the fate
of the world for her broken heart.
Warning: Contains malicious
demons, sinister spawn, and a vengeful heroine with plans to send them all back
to burning hell.
Among a throng
of dancers grinding to some death-metal tune was Bleed and one of the guys from
his band, Gallow’s End. Bleed. What an asinine name. Perfectly fit the owner.
Last time Kat and I had seen him in that demon club on Bayou Sauvage, his long,
sleek hair was dyed midnight blue. He’d changed it to deep purple. Two
stumbling-drunk girls were clinging to him and the tall, lanky guy I recognized
as his drummer. Their eyes shimmered red in the smoky dark of the club.
That was one
thing lower demons didn’t have to worry about in New Orleans. With so many
freaks in the city joining artificial vampire covens, there was no need to
disguise red eyes or sharpened fangs. Both of which were the distinct outward
features of a lower demon inhabiting a human.
brunette who looked barely eighteen hung on to Bleed’s arm. He made a signal to
Drummer Boy, who escorted another girl wearing a miniskirt so short I could see
her ass cheek. They veered toward a back entrance, taking their fully
intoxicated dates with them. Knowing Bleed was into kink and violence and
certainly not above forcing his will on the weak and vulnerable, I nudged Kat.
Without a word,
we were off the stools and following the four through the storage room, which
indeed had a back entrance for deliveries. The door to the alley creaked
closed. Bleed said something, obviously witty and wonderful because the girls
giggled in unison. I reached into my boot and pulled out my sharpened stiletto.
Kat pulled out a similar but thicker blade, sheathed on a vest harness covered
by her jacket.
Kat cracked the
door, peering outside. We heard the distant shuffling as the four moved farther
About the Author:
Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana
home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings
for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State
University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the
award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology,
legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment
she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic
romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and
dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in
Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.
Juliette is a multi-published author,
including her Nightwing series with Kensington Publishing and The Vessel
Trilogy with Samhain Publishing.
Follow his head, he breaks her heart. Follow his heart…he breaks his
Kagan Wolves, Book 1
From the moment
he was born, Nic Kagan’s future was sealed. He’ll accept a mate, have kids, and
eventually take over his father’s role as pack alpha. There’s just one problem.
Long ago, his
heart settled on Riley, the pack’s human doctor and honorary member. Except
only half of him can have her. The other half—his wolf—won’t give a weak
non-shifter female a second sniff.
No one—human or
shifter—has left a mark on Riley’s soul like Nic. But with his father
hospitalized, any hope things could work out between them is slipping away. Yet
Riley understands something else about pack life. Power isn’t always a physical
gift; love is just as strong. What she and Nic have is worth fighting for.
With rival threats mounting, Nic realizes he can’t simply turn his back on
Riley. Though his wolf could tear his heart out for it, he must fight for what
he wants before he loses his mate. His pack. Maybe even his sanity.
a reluctant alpha with only one roadblock between his heart and the woman he
loves—biology. And a woman who isn’t giving up on him, even if it means risking
her life to fool Mother Nature.
Read a teaser…
Nic strode across the packed bar,
hands clenching and releasing at his sides. Shifters and humans alike moved out
of his way. He couldn’t blame them. No doubt he looked as pissed off as he
felt. Returning to West Virginia hadn’t been on his agenda, at least not until
a certain female died of old age or moved. Yeah, moving worked. Too bad it
hadn’t happened. She remained in Hollow’s Grove like a damn forbidden fruit and
a reminder of a life he could never have.
The two male wolf shifters at his
old table grabbed their beers and scattered, leaving his sister to deal with
He yanked a chair out and
straddled it. “Who did it?”
Hannah lifted a slender brow.
Four years separated them, but she could’ve been his twin. They both had their
mother’s black hair and blue eyes. They both shifted into black wolves too, a
rarity among their kind. Neither of them cared about the awe many felt in their
presence. Him and Hannah? They cared about the strength the revered wolf gave
them. Power was everything in their world.
“Did what? Put Dad in the
hospital, or almost hit your ex-girlfriend’s car?”
He gritted his teeth. “Riley is
not my ex-girlfriend.”
“What do you call your first
lover and the female you warned every available male in a fifty-mile radius
away from, then?”
Had Riley been a shifter, he’d
call her his mate. As it was, she was a temptation, one he had to stay away
A true romantic at heart, Nancy
Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or
man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing
alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their
knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her
motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry
and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers
it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD
tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a
novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s
married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and
loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog,
snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic
cars and all things spooky and sexy.
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