#TeaserTuesday – Shadow Codex by Tina Christopher

Happy Tuesday, Romance Lovers! Thank you so much for joining me for my #TeaserTuesday.

This week I’m sharing a snippet from my erotic paranormal romance Shadow Codex:

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One witch. One shifter. One angry god hell-bent on the destruction of the world.

Witch Caleigh hunts for the Shadow Codex. She has seven days to unearth it and learn the spell to banish a god before he can do the whole wipe out the world thing. She doesn’t anticipate being joined by sexy Sawyer, the man she’s had a crush on for months. After having suffered devastating loss she’s no longer willing to risk her heart, so a crush is all it can be.

Sawyer has one goal: fulfill his duty as alpha and protect his pack at all cost. Being sidetracked by luscious Caleigh isn’t part of the plan. When he discovers they are after the same book he’s happy to savor every moment with her. That’s all he can do. Because bringing a human into a world where physical prowess is everything would kill her.

The chemistry between them grows explosive until danger catapults them over the edge. Caleigh has to decide how much she’s willing to risk. Sawyer needs to determine if his pack is really all that matters. And they both have to reevaluate the secrets they’re keeping.

It may be easier to banish a god than to face their inner demons.

Shadow Codex is available at all your ebook retailers (Amazon, Kobo, Loose Id).


Chapter One

Caleigh O’Bryant loved being a witch. It suited her just fine, and heck, having magic course through your body at the height of a spell was a pretty awesome feeling.

Unfortunately the whole being-a-witch thing meant the Tri-Goddess, or rather her representatives, led the coven. And wasn’t it just lovely that the San Francisco coven was big enough to warrant all three representatives: the maid, the mother, and the crone? They were just so lucky.


Especially when all three of them called you into their office—she still found it weird to put the words goddess and officeinto one sentence—and told you to find an ancient codex because it included an incantation that would send a newly awakened god back to his dimension. Turned out when Cernnunos, a version of the Green Man and the protector of everything green and alive, awoke, he hadn’t been too happy with the state of the planet. He’d decided that humanity was at fault and needed to be removed.

He wasn’t wrong, they had made a complete mess of the world, but sending a plague that killed its victims slowly and with torturous pain wasn’t exactly the best solution.

Caleigh rubbed her brow. The illness stumped doctors. Panic had begun to creep into the population. Her neighbors and friends were stocking up on supplies. Online articles mentioned gun sales had doubled in the Bay Area in the last five days. And at her store customers had been buying up homesteading and survival books.

So far the outbreaks were contained in four or five major cities across most of the larger countries, but doomsday lovers were quick to point out that if no countermeasures were found, the plague would continue to spread unstoppably. Once the victims had reached a certain number, the balance would tip and humanity would die.

For once those doomsday lovers knew what they were talking about, which was why Mai, Zoe, and Caleigh had been sent on individual quests to find ways to take out the god. It was Caleigh’s job to find this codex, and she had a measly seven days.

If she failed, Cernnunos would be one step closer to ending the world.

Cernnunos one.

Humanity a big fat zero.

It also meant that Mai and Zoe would have to carry Caleigh’s failure. It would be all up to them.

Just the tiniest bit of pressure.

Caleigh had no idea how she got pulled into this. She wasn’t a superwitch, nor did she have an IQ that floated just below the ceiling like Mai did. And she definitely wasn’t someone as good at thinking outside the box as Zoe.

But here she was at eight forty-nine in the morning about to knock on the door of one Finch Carson, the man who supposedly had this codex in his collection. And might be willing to sell it.

She slumped back in her car seat.

Did it make her the worst person in the world that she wasn’t that excited about this quest because it meant missing her monthly book club? She loved books and the great discussions her little group usually had, but the main reason she was bummed was that she wouldn’t sit beside yummy and delicious Sawyer for two-plus hours.

That and having him drop by the store were the highlights of her month.

Sawyer Hudson. She sighed. One of the sexiest men alive. No, halt that thought. The sexiest man alive. At least for her.

And so far out of her league he was in a different universe. But those moments when they talked books—usually disagreeing as much as possible because that was the most fun—she was in seventh heaven.

Well, not this month and if she didn’t get her act together, maybe never again.

Talk about motivation.

Some would say they were on opposite ends of the spectrum, her managing Pageturners, an independent bookstore with all its genre fiction and mainstream best sellers, and him collecting first editions and ancient tomes, but in her mind that just meant they complemented each other.

Eight fifty-eight. Nine o’clock was a reasonable time to knock on someone’s door. She climbed out of her car and locked it before crossing the road and walking up the little pathway that led to the front door.

Steps sounded behind her. She turned around with a smile that died away rather quickly. Kind of hard to smile when your jaw was busy touching the floor. “Sawyer? What are you doing here?”

His eyes widened for a second, but he was much better at catching himself. “Caleigh, what a delight. To answer your question, I am here to see a man about a book.”

She pressed her lips together, struggling to find her brain—why did he have to look so sexy in one of his great suits? He could give Daniel Craig a run for his money. Tall, husky, and built in a way that to her screamed man with muscles in all the right places without making him look like an overgrown potato. Blond hair streaked with enough natural highlights to know he spent a good deal of his time outdoors. And the most amazing, memorable eyes. “Oh…really? That’s so weird. Me too.”

For a second she thought she saw pure heat and determination and a flash of silver roll through his eyes, but it cleared too quickly back to his normal gorgeous blue for her to be sure. He smiled. “Let’s hope it’s not the same book. Otherwise we’ll have to fight for it.”

She laughed. “Unless you’ve begun adding ancient Celtic texts to your collection, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Maybe I am. Where is your sudden interest coming from?”

She didn’t answer his question. Instead she asked, “I’m after Gods & Goddesses in Ancient Celtic Mythology. What are you looking for?”

He stilled.

Caleigh gaped. “Seriously? Oh no, what are we going to do?”

Sawyer smiled again, set the firebrand that was his hand on her lower back, and nudged her along the pathway. “Let’s see if he actually has it. We can figure things out once we know more.”

Her heart was about to jump out of her chest because of his touch, but she managed to collect herself and move forward without face-planting onto the walkway beneath her feet as she had done on one previous occasion. A moment she would very much like to magic out of everyone’s memory. Pity those spells were forbidden. Not that she would do it even if they weren’t. Messing with people’s minds crossed a line. “Let’s,” she mumbled, wishing she could magic all her clothes away and experience his touch against her skin.

Not the most appropriate spell, but it would get her naked with Sawyer.

Instead they walked up the three steps and he rang the bell, his other hand never leaving her back. The chimes of Big Ben echoed across the front porch.

He winced. “At least it’s hard to miss.” He rubbed his ear.

She echoed his action. That was one noisy bell. But also pretty cool.

And despite its impressiveness no one answered. Sawyer had just lifted his hand to ring again when the door tore open. “What?” A man in his thirties, with rings beneath his eyes deep enough to give the Grand Canyon competition, glared at them.


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