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Heat In the Air
Coming Oct. 5, Heat In The Air.
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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...
Forever Love
I have a new post for Forever Love.
I selected this scene because it mentions the past love. It also shows Tylor's desire to not only reconnect with her past lover but connect with Camille all consequences be damned.
Camille made a face, irritation gnawing at her. “Whatever,” she muttered. She did believe Tylor hadn’t changed her, mostly.
“Yeah.” Tylor said and reached out, grasping a handful of Camille’s hair. She pulled her close. “You’re a beauty with your hair like this, but you need to put it back up before you leave the office.” Tylor kissed her, hard, stealing her breath.
Camille moaned, her uncertainty starting to crumble under the delicious weight of the kiss. Maybe this was her Carina because no other woman had such an effect on her.
Camille broke the kiss, panting, and Tylor licked her bottom lip.
“Have you changed your mind or do you want to be mad for a little while longer?”
“I’m not mad,” she admitted. “I’m frustrated with the thought of losing control of my life.”
“It is a problem we all face at times,” Tylor murmured. “It’s scary, but what’s scarier is this—what could happen between us.”
“Why? Because of our jobs?” Or maybe she was talking about their past life together. Maybe they always died before they had a chance to really live and enjoy each other’s love.
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I selected this scene because it mentions the past love. It also shows Tylor's desire to not only reconnect with her past lover but connect with Camille all consequences be damned.
Camille made a face, irritation gnawing at her. “Whatever,” she muttered. She did believe Tylor hadn’t changed her, mostly.
“Yeah.” Tylor said and reached out, grasping a handful of Camille’s hair. She pulled her close. “You’re a beauty with your hair like this, but you need to put it back up before you leave the office.” Tylor kissed her, hard, stealing her breath.
Camille moaned, her uncertainty starting to crumble under the delicious weight of the kiss. Maybe this was her Carina because no other woman had such an effect on her.
Camille broke the kiss, panting, and Tylor licked her bottom lip.
“Have you changed your mind or do you want to be mad for a little while longer?”
“I’m not mad,” she admitted. “I’m frustrated with the thought of losing control of my life.”
“It is a problem we all face at times,” Tylor murmured. “It’s scary, but what’s scarier is this—what could happen between us.”
“Why? Because of our jobs?” Or maybe she was talking about their past life together. Maybe they always died before they had a chance to really live and enjoy each other’s love.
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Forever Love
I have a new post live for Forever Love. One last excerpt for Heat In the Air.
Camille slowly crossed the room to it. Picking it up, she stared at the fine black numbers. Above them was ‘caller unknown’.
“Hello?” she asked carefully. She didn’t have any family here anymore. Her mother was long since dead and she rarely spoke with her cousin.
“Hi Camille,” Trent’s masculine voice filtered through the line.
“Trent, how’d you get my number?” she demanded coldly. Her hands shook a little on the phone.
“It wasn’t too hard,” he said, and she heard the smile and satisfaction in his tone.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
“I want to take you out to dinner,” he told her. “A peace offering.”
“No, thanks,” she said coolly. “Anyway it’s not necessary.” He’d probably have his hands on her half the evening.
“It’s one dinner,” he said insistently. “It’s not like I’m going to rape you or anything.”
“I already have plans, but thanks,” she said tersely and disconnected. Camille pushed out an irritated sigh and her mind flashed back in time for a brief second.
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Camille slowly crossed the room to it. Picking it up, she stared at the fine black numbers. Above them was ‘caller unknown’.
“Hello?” she asked carefully. She didn’t have any family here anymore. Her mother was long since dead and she rarely spoke with her cousin.
“Hi Camille,” Trent’s masculine voice filtered through the line.
“Trent, how’d you get my number?” she demanded coldly. Her hands shook a little on the phone.
“It wasn’t too hard,” he said, and she heard the smile and satisfaction in his tone.
“What do you want?” she demanded.
“I want to take you out to dinner,” he told her. “A peace offering.”
“No, thanks,” she said coolly. “Anyway it’s not necessary.” He’d probably have his hands on her half the evening.
“It’s one dinner,” he said insistently. “It’s not like I’m going to rape you or anything.”
“I already have plans, but thanks,” she said tersely and disconnected. Camille pushed out an irritated sigh and her mind flashed back in time for a brief second.
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