Games Demons Play–Snippet 2

Did you drop by the Games Demons Play Cover Release Party Yesterday? Four copies of Fangs, Fur & Mistletoe are up for grabs and I know we have lots of new Wolfpack members who haven’t started the series yet. Head on over. There are multiple opportunities to put your name in the hat.

If you missed the first chapter of Games Demons Play, here’s a link to it. Games Demons Play, as you know, is the third book in the Mystic Isle series and it’s 25% longer than the first two books in the series. So for those of you who like longer (hot paranormal romance) books, this one’s for you.

I’ll be releasing a snippet a day until Release day, April 25th. So be sure to check my blog daily. And mark your calendar!

Snippet two picks up at the beginning of Chapter Two

A speed-limitless stretch of highway wasn’t that hard to find. Gorgeous answered every request for power and precision. Each time she shifted gears, Gorgeous threw Izzy deeper into the seat. And into love. The power was like a full body blow, but the leather seat broke her fall. Izzy lovingly stroked the steering wheel and spoke to the car in her native tongue.

The dial on the dashboard skipped past one hundred. One-twenty. One-thirty. Gorgeous wasn’t even straining. This car had been created for this road, Izzy was sure of it. And as she accelerated, the car dropped down, clinging to the road with a finely engineered mastery. Before her the road was deserted, curving gently, beckoning.

Empty.

At one-sixty-five Izzy let out a yip of pure glee. She’d bet her favorite boots that Valencia had never let Gorgeous run like this.

A pair of headlights flashed into her rearview mirror, skipped to the driver’s side mirror and then disappeared. A red flash caught her attention as it passed her on the left and disappeared down the road.

Frowning, she gritted her teeth together and pressed the accelerator harder. The engine gave her what she wanted. More power. More speed. One-seventy. One-eighty. One-ninety. Two-fifteen. At two hundred and thirty-five kilometers an hour, she saw the taillights of the Ferrari.

“You are mine,” she said out loud.

Come back tomorrow for the next Excerpt Snippet.