Fury of Desire: an excerpt

 

Happy Friday everyone!

 

I’m so glad you stopped by today, because…yes, we’re almost there! Just a week and a half to go! Fury of Desire, the next book in the Dragonfury Series, releases on October 15th, and I cannot tell you how excited I am to share this story with you. So I thought…why not celebrate by sharing  an excerpt of the book with you ahead of time? This snippet occurs early on in the story and…sigh.

 

Poor Wick. He’s such a tortured soul, but so brave it breaks my heart. At the beginning of this scene, he’s headed into the Gridiron—a heavy metal nightclub—which is absolutely the last place he wants to be.

 

I hope you enjoy the read!

 

FURY OF DESIRE  – An excerpt:

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Biting down on a snarl, Wick crossed the threshold and stepped into Gridiron. His body rebelled, tensing up      hard as the cloying stench of eau de nightclub closed in around him. The unconscious reaction ramped him into the dan­ger zone, making his night vision spark. Trace energy flared, coming at him from all directions. He smothered a grimace. Jesus, he hated this place. Despised the strobe lights and Gothed-out décor. Couldn’t stand the spine-bending beat of death metal pumping through hidden speakers. Or the shuffle and press of too many bodies in too small a space.

 

Not that any of the humans ever came near him.

 

None of them were that stupid. Good thing too. In his current frame of mind, he might snap a few in half just to take the edge off. Most males would’ve made a beeline for the bar. Downed a drink to combat the distaste. Maybe even an entire bottle to soothe the aversion and set sail into oblivion. Not him. He never touched the stuff. Never would either.

 

Alcohol wasn’t his friend. And tonight? Neither was time.

 

Rolling his shoulders to loosen the tension, Wick turned left. Upscale VIP section, here he came. Humans scattered like bowling pins, doing what they did best . . . getting out of his way. The stairs took him up five treads onto a raised section that overlooked the dance floor. He didn’t bother to look. He knew what lay in that direction. Nothing but the sea of drug-fueled humans pretending they knew how to dance.

 

Strobe lights flashed overhead, scoring the black walls with bright color.

 

Wick squinted against the glare and slowed, scoping out the lounge, getting a lay of the land, counting the number of humans struggling to talk over the noise pollution. Wick huffed. Surprise, surprise. A full house again tonight . . . along with more females than he could count. Good pick­ings for Venom and the other warriors.

 

Not so hot for him.

 

Unease ghosted deep, pricking the nape of his neck and . . . shit. There went his hands again. Every time he walked into the place the fuckers went numb. A reaction to the stress? Probably. An early warning sign to get the hell out. Absolutely. Not that he could at the moment. With Venom riding his ass, he needed to see the nightmare though. The faster he finished, the quicker he’d get what he wanted . . . out of the club, back into the street and airborne.

 

He glanced at the door nearest him. The red glow of the Exit sign perched above it bled into the club, burning twin holes in his retinas. An escape hatch, one that led into the alley behind the club. Temptation grabbed hold, cranking his muscles tight. Thirty seconds. Tops. And he’d be gone.

 

Too bad cowardice wasn’t a condition he ever accepted.

 

Backing off—staying hungry—wasn’t an option. Not to­night with his boys at his back and a mission in front of him.

 

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Thanks for taking the time to read a snippet of Fury of Desire. The scene I’ve included is far from over and goes on to reveal some interesting things, so I hope you pick up a copy of Fury of Desire today. To preorder your copy, click here. Any comments or questions? Email me anytime, visit me on Facebook or connect with me on Twitter.  

 

Oh and stay tuned…I’ll be posting ANOTHER excerpt of Fury of Desire next Friday as well!