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Things were quiet now, so Henri must be done. Jude returned to the bedroom and opened the door. “Finished?”
“Oui. Please, come in.” Henri gently ran his hand through an unconscious Ryan’s hair. “He’s such a lovely one. Thank you for letting me have him. You didn’t have to.”
“No, I didn’t,” Jude said, sitting on the edge of the rumpled bed. “But truthfully, the hunt was winding down, and I was losing interest.”
“Yes. Once the hunt’s over, I’m over, it seems.”
“Are you well, my friend?”
Jude’s laugh was harsh. “Who knows? It’s not as if I can ask another of our kind. After all, I am the first vampire. Unfortunately, there are only two who could possibly answer my questions, and I’d just as soon not see them. The last time the three of us were together—well, let’s just say things ended badly for me.”
Jesus and Lucifer.
Good and evil.
Heaven and Hell.
And the damned soul of Judas caught in the middle.
Fuck both of them.
These are books I’ve read and really enjoyed. Most of what I talk about will probably be paranormal/scifi but not always. Although it’s rare, I do read some contemporary.
This week is: The Enchanter's Flame: The Ellwood Chronicles I by Michele Notaro
Strange things are happening all around Brinnswick. Things that remind me of a piece of my past I’d rather forget. Girls are being killed, drained of blood, and left with strange markings on their bodies. When I finally connect the cases together, a specialist is called in—though, what he’s a specialist of is beyond me.
When the chief assigns him as my new partner for the case, I can’t help but groan on the inside. Why of all people would I be assigned to Ailin Ellwood? The man is a disaster waiting to happen and a jerk to boot. A sexy jerk, but a jerk nonetheless.
What will Sebastian think when he discovers Ailin’s specialty? Will he make a run for it or will he stick around and discover a world of magic hidden beneath the city’s surface?
***The Enchanter’s Flame is the first book in the Ellwood Chronicles. It’s a paranormal romance that contains explicit material and is intended for mature adults 18 and over.***
Recommended Reading Order:
The Enchanter's Flame
The Witch's Seal
The Enchanter's Soul
The Witch's Blood
The Enchanter's Heart
The Enchanter's New Kids (a short novel)
Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GMWTW2B
This is a teaser from Kiss Me Deadly. Release date is Oct 1st
“Mmm, listening to them begging to be fucked—and then later begging to live—is delightful.” ~Jude
JUDE, AS he was now known, surveyed the dance crowd. It was Friday night, and the place was packed with eager humans. He sniffed discreetly. Ah, and not just humans. There were more than a few others here too: shifters of various kinds, a demon, and what he called gifted humans—those who could control things with their minds or start fires with just a thought. He took another deep breath. And a few witches. Interesting.
He ran a hand down his chest, drawing attention. Many interested glances returned his perusal. Several more gave him a wide berth. He smirked, well aware of the picture he presented. His perfectly styled dark hair tempted fingers to mess it up, and his chocolate brown eyes promised dark delights. The two traits certainly helped lure his prey.
Jude shivered at the lust and fear directed toward him. The frightened pleading as he drained humans of their life had always excited him, but his methods had changed over the many centuries.
This is a teaser from Day's Light, book #2 in the Mystic Bay series. The book is now done and off to the editor!
They’d given those fuckers what they wanted, and they still killed them in cold blood. And now he couldn’t say his final goodbyes? Help Michael? Mourn with his own damn brother?
There was a scramble of feet and cussing, but he didn’t care. His head spun with the need to destroy, to rip and tear. It was the only thing that matter. Blood. A need rose in him. Yes, he wanted blood.
The burning anger whispered to him, insisting he destroy the ones who did this, that the ones who killed his mom and dad must pay. He’d rip their guts out, tie them around their throats, and use it to choke the life out of those assholes. He would… he would….
The reflection of something tall and furry caught his attention. Snarling, he whipped around and peered across the hall into a bedroom where a full-length mirror stood. A wolf-like monstrosity, humanoid in shape, stood upright on two powerful legs. Unable to help himself, he moved toward the mirror.
The creature easily stood eight foot tall but slouched slightly. A fluffy tail whipped behind it. He studied the absolute lack of human-like features in the facial structure: the defined muzzle with razor sharp teeth, the wolf-like ears that stood upright on the skull, the bright yellow eyes that dominated the face.
Me. That’s me.
Lifting his arm, he studied his paw-hands that had long, deadly nails and an opposable thumb. His heart raced as his human side retreated in horror while the predator woke fully.
One breath in.
One breath out.
One breath in.
Blackness threatened to descend.
“I can hear your thoughts clearly, and you’ll have your revenge, I promise you that.” Nonchalantly Hunter leaned against the doorframe. “But for now, I need you to not let the predator take over. Find your human side—the side that’s capable of love. Of happiness. The side that isn’t bloodthirsty and feral. It’s there. Look into your heart, Mark, and find your humanity.”
Mark searched for that part of him, the part he knew so well. This side of him still wanted blood to flow, and he kinda did too, but… but his mate had asked him to not lose himself to the predator. This side of him might thirst for blood, but Mark wanted justice—in whatever form that was for werewolves. Not bloodshed.
Mark shuddered as he turned away from his reflection. Monster.
Hunter tilted his head. “Beautiful.”
Hunter pushed off the doorframe and strolled to Mark. Calmly he grasped Mark’s massive muzzle, and he definitely had to reach since Mark towered over him. Hunter’s eyes blazed yellow too as he stared at Mark. “Breathtakingly beautiful.”