This is a teaser from Day's Light, book #2 in the Mystic Bay series
THIS
TIME he dreamed of those men shooting his parents, of a smirking smile and
yellow eyes. He woke screaming.
“It’s
okay. I promise you, you’re safe.”
Mark
jackknifed up in bed. The lack of agonizing pain in his belly barely
registered. He glanced in the direction of that voice and screamed again.
“Mark,
please, it’s okay. You’re okay. No one is going to hurt you.”
The
stranger was one of those men with the funky eyes and fangs. Not a man. That
insidious thought left him reeling. Visions of yellow eyes—he was calling it asshole
yellow—and pointy teeth, along with sounds no human throat could possibly make,
danced in his head. But that shit wasn’t possible. It was make-believe bullshit
for movies and books. He must’ve been hallucinating due to shock and blood
loss.
He’s
not human.
Nope,
he wasn’t going there. No way. Shit like that was not real, dammit. Neither
are fangs and yellow eyes.
