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Heat In the Air
Coming Oct. 5, Heat In The Air.
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Do you want a peek at what's coming? Take a look here: https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
Heat In the Air
Heat In The Air is officially live. You can grab a copy here:http://www.evernightpublishing.com/he...
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Here's a teaser
A dark breed?
They were dangerous half-demon creatures who fed off the psychic and sexual energy of humans and witches. They could take part of the witch’s power if they established a psychic link with them during the feeding. Or they could twist their victim’s mind making them easily bend to the dark breed’s will.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Don’t fight me and this will all be over in a second.”
Her energy felt sluggish and stilted and her stomach roiled, causing her to gag, but Camille slammed her foot down on the attacker and drove her elbow back into her stomach. Her power pooled low in her belly and a light breeze whipped up, blowing over them.
Upon release, she quickly rounded on the woman, prepared to use the limited kick-boxing skills learned in self-defense.
She didn’t like to use magick in public when she could help it since her power was a little erratic lately.
The woman held out a hand and black energy snaked around Camille’s throat and latched into her skin. She fought feeling light-headed.
Her attacker closed the distance between them and put her hand on Camille’s chest. Dark energy went through her, her skin crawling and she jerked as if she’d been shocked.
“Back off.” She forced the words out, but they were a whisper as she pushed weakly at the other woman. Air leaked from her hands as the fear inside her grew into a frantic monster. Wet moistened her fingers and the woman grunted and slapped her.
“Stop fighting it,” she snarled. “Just let it take you under.”
The shadow was knocked to the ground by a black wind before the caster of the magick came into view.
The shadow faced Tylor and released a dark vein of energy. The power was thin and ropy and snaked out toward Tylor who jumped over it and came down hand extended.
Tylor flicked her wrist and lightning flashed before stabbing into the other woman. The woman jerked and a screech tore from her throat so loudly, it triggered car alarms and drew a cry of pain from Camille.
She covered her ears, face scrunched.
Tylor clenched her fingers and the screeching stopped. The woman glowed as if lit from within and lightning flashed overhead. A second later the dark figure was collapsing to her knees.
“Oh, my Goddess,” Camille said raggedly, eyes going from the fallen woman to Tylor and back again. “I thought she would never stop that horrid noise.”
Tylor gave her an amused smile. “Get in your car,” Tylor ordered. “Patrons are coming out.”
“What about you?” she demanded. “I can’t just leave you here. What if she’s not alone?”
“Then I’ll have to do it all over again. Now, go.”
Reluctantly, Camille backed up. She knew the danger in the dark breeds and didn’t want to lose Tylor now that they’d begun this tenuous dance that might cost them both their jobs.
Still, Camille nodded and picked up the purse she dropped in the attack before running to her car. She got the door unlocked with a shaky hand and pulled the key free. She glanced over her shoulder and couldn’t see anything but blackness. Brows furrowed, Camille climbed in making a mental note to ask Tylor about that spell.
Hell, she hadn’t known Tylor was a witch. She hadn’t even sensed her power, though normally, she got a low-level hum from witches whether they were good or bad.
There is a teaser on my website also.
https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
On Amazon or http://www.bookstrand.com/heat-in-the...
Here's a teaser
A dark breed?
They were dangerous half-demon creatures who fed off the psychic and sexual energy of humans and witches. They could take part of the witch’s power if they established a psychic link with them during the feeding. Or they could twist their victim’s mind making them easily bend to the dark breed’s will.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Don’t fight me and this will all be over in a second.”
Her energy felt sluggish and stilted and her stomach roiled, causing her to gag, but Camille slammed her foot down on the attacker and drove her elbow back into her stomach. Her power pooled low in her belly and a light breeze whipped up, blowing over them.
Upon release, she quickly rounded on the woman, prepared to use the limited kick-boxing skills learned in self-defense.
She didn’t like to use magick in public when she could help it since her power was a little erratic lately.
The woman held out a hand and black energy snaked around Camille’s throat and latched into her skin. She fought feeling light-headed.
Her attacker closed the distance between them and put her hand on Camille’s chest. Dark energy went through her, her skin crawling and she jerked as if she’d been shocked.
“Back off.” She forced the words out, but they were a whisper as she pushed weakly at the other woman. Air leaked from her hands as the fear inside her grew into a frantic monster. Wet moistened her fingers and the woman grunted and slapped her.
“Stop fighting it,” she snarled. “Just let it take you under.”
The shadow was knocked to the ground by a black wind before the caster of the magick came into view.
The shadow faced Tylor and released a dark vein of energy. The power was thin and ropy and snaked out toward Tylor who jumped over it and came down hand extended.
Tylor flicked her wrist and lightning flashed before stabbing into the other woman. The woman jerked and a screech tore from her throat so loudly, it triggered car alarms and drew a cry of pain from Camille.
She covered her ears, face scrunched.
Tylor clenched her fingers and the screeching stopped. The woman glowed as if lit from within and lightning flashed overhead. A second later the dark figure was collapsing to her knees.
“Oh, my Goddess,” Camille said raggedly, eyes going from the fallen woman to Tylor and back again. “I thought she would never stop that horrid noise.”
Tylor gave her an amused smile. “Get in your car,” Tylor ordered. “Patrons are coming out.”
“What about you?” she demanded. “I can’t just leave you here. What if she’s not alone?”
“Then I’ll have to do it all over again. Now, go.”
Reluctantly, Camille backed up. She knew the danger in the dark breeds and didn’t want to lose Tylor now that they’d begun this tenuous dance that might cost them both their jobs.
Still, Camille nodded and picked up the purse she dropped in the attack before running to her car. She got the door unlocked with a shaky hand and pulled the key free. She glanced over her shoulder and couldn’t see anything but blackness. Brows furrowed, Camille climbed in making a mental note to ask Tylor about that spell.
Hell, she hadn’t known Tylor was a witch. She hadn’t even sensed her power, though normally, she got a low-level hum from witches whether they were good or bad.
There is a teaser on my website also.
https://serenitysnowromance.weebly.co...
