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Blurb: Dive into the world of San DeLain where
monstrous hearts beat with tender longing. Embark on a journey through the
realms of magic, friendship, and love in this paranormal romance anthology.
From dragons and daemons to werewolves and vampires, these ten enchanting tales
promise unexpected encounters that defy the ordinary.
This is Volume I of the San DeLain Short Story Collection. It is an
introduction to the world of San Delain told through the eyes of a diverse cast
of characters who are more than they appear to be.
Teaser #1 from Along Came a Spider
“Let the
games begin.”
It took
almost a solid hour of driving to get to the part of the city Isadora wanted, and she exited the interstate. For the last several
miles, the appearance of this section of town had been steadily declining. Crumbling
buildings, their walls covered in garish graffiti, loomed overhead. Boarded up
storefronts lined the streets.
The
scent of decay and neglect hung heavy in the air, as trash littered the
sidewalks and spilled out onto the road. A fog of desperation surrounded the
place. She almost, almost, felt sorry for what she was going to do that
night, but she had to eat just like anyone else. At least she tried to avoid
innocents.
Three young men
circled her vehicle. Isadora guessed them to be gang members in their early
twenties. When the banger tapped on her window, she shook her head. Grinning,
he tried to open her door.
This motherfucker.
So cocky. So enjoying what he thinks is my terror.
While he was doing
that, another one slowly climbed onto her hood. Isadora had to fight a scowl.
He had better not dent her damn hood. She turned wide eyes to him.
He waved at her.
Asshole.
The third banger
tried the back passenger door, and Isadora jerked her head around to stare at
him. He pointed at the door like he thought she was stupid enough to unlock it
for him.
They’re enjoying
this. I’ll remember that.
“Leave me alone!”
Isadora cried instead. “I called the police. They’re on their way.”
The banger by the
passenger door snorted.
“Yo, ya shouldn’t be
down here either. Sucks to be you.” The one on her hood smirked, then made
kissy sounds at her.
No, it’s actually
going to suck to be you.
A dark hunger swept
through her and for a second, just a split second, the fake mask of terror she
wore slipped. Her vision sharpened, which meant her true nature had peeked
through her eyes.
