Excerpt of Island Bound by Kiru Taye

Title:Island Bound

Author: Kiru Taye

Genre:Holiday, Multicultural, Contemporary, African

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Format: Ebook

Length: About 24,500 words

 

Buy Links: Decadent Publishing |

 

Book Description:

 

When Christy Inemi-Spiff discovers that the man she vowed to love and honor has no such feelings for her, she is determined to cut her losses and move on with her life. A quick, quiet divorce is all she wishes….

 

However, Joshua has other ideas. He’s not ready to walk away yet, especially when he doesn’t understand why Christy wants out of their marriage. So he demands she agree to spend a quiet Christmas on a remote AfricanIsland with him, hoping they can salvage their relationship. If she still wants a divorce after these two weeks, he will let her go. But not before he’s had his fill of her.

 

But with the sparking tension between them, and the secrets behind the disintegration of their marriage threatening to explode, will either of them get their wish? Or will this season of good will show them what really lies at the bottom of their hearts?

 

Excerpt:

 

“Why are you doing this?” she challenged. Her emotions rolled, making her feel unbalanced. It had been a long three months. And it seemed like today was only going to get worse.

“Christy, you know the reason. If you stopped long enough and thought about it hard, in your heart, you’ll know.”

“You can stop this.” She struggled to contain her anger. “You started this; you can end it.”

“I know, but I won’t.”

“You, you—” Enraged, she lifted a hand to slap him.

Joshua caught her hand midair, held it tight. Before she could react, he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her to it with his rigid body. Christy felt every bit of him, his strength, and his physical nature that he never bothered to hide.

“I think I have the perfect answer for all your bottled-up rage,” he said as he parted her thighs with his leg.

“Move,” she ordered, her throat dry and croaky, betraying her increasing apprehension.

Joshua had it easy. He was a man at home with his masculinity. She had never been able to resist him. He could have any woman he wanted. Sometimes, she wondered if he had, especially during their separation. She shouldn’t care if he’d been with anyone else. After all, her goal was a divorce. Still, she couldn’t suppress the intensity of her feelings. Perhaps her anger and hatred drove the concentration of her emotions.

“We have to get a few things sorted out first,” he replied.

He moved closer, his body flush against hers; his chest crushed her breasts, his thighs pressed against hers. Though she wore cotton trousers and a tank top, all of him stroked her.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she pushed against him.

He didn’t budge. “Just trying to relieve some of your frustration. That’s what all your aggression has been about, isn’t it?”

“Rubbish!”

“Such vehement denial, when the evidence is so obvious.”

Her face stung with revealing heat as warm blood rose in her body. Mortified, she tried to move to shake him off, but only managed to get her body even more entangled with his.

Her breathing came in short snatches. She became more aware of Joshua, his hardness and heat.

“I hate you.” Her voice sounded strangled. Blistering white rage swept through her.

“You lie, sweetheart.”

He lowered his head, trailing his lips against her cheeks in a tormenting caress.

“You love me.”

 

About the Author:

 

Kiru Taye writes historical, contemporary and paranormal romances. Her stories are sensual and steamy, her characters passionate and sassy and her settings atmospheric and exotic. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, hanging out with family/friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and two children.

 

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A new cover to admire. William’s House has gone to Total-E-Bound. This probably has the LEAST changes so don’t get unless you’ve never read it before. I am repubbing it and Modeling Death to make way for a third book in this series. 🙂

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When Writing: Laptop or Desktop Computer?

Honestly I have found that I get a lot more writing done on my laptop than I do on my desktop computer.

Why?

I have no idea. But I was thinking about it today and there are some pluses to writing on a laptop than there are to writing at a desktop computer.

1. The key bored is more compact, together and the keys seem lighter. That may sound silly but, really, compare a laptop key bored and a desktop one sometime. Not to mention a laptop key bored is much quieter.
2. When I am using the laptop I feel like all that exists on it is my writing. Like there is absolutely nothing else to do on it except write. That is totally not true of course, but it feels that way. Perhaps because I never do anything but write on it so I feel like when I go to the laptop it is time to write.
3. There are no limits to where I can go on my laptop (as long as it is fully charged of course). I can be in the kitchen, living room, or even outside if the mood strikes me.

Those are the big three for me. I am sure if I thought I could think of more but these three really stand out to me.

Do you write on a laptop or a desktop computer? If you have both which do you prefer and why?

Excerpt: The Hero (Fone-Stories™ #3) by Mike Kearby

 

Title: The Hero

Series: Fone-Stories™ #3

Author: Mike Kearby

Genre: Thriller, Suspense

Publisher: Self

Format: Ebook

Words: 2500

Purchase: Amazon

 

Book Description:

 

John Simpson Despises Change, But on the Thursday Before Christmas, His Whole World Is About To Do Just That.

 

Excerpt:

 

There was only one truth in life that John Simpson embraced completely and faithfully. It was an absolute that his thirty-one years on the planet had verified repeatedly without condition or limitation:

Change is never good.

John despised the notion of transformation. For John, change, and all of its trappings, existed only to be detested and treated with contempt.

He would have none of it.

Ever.

And then on a snowy Thursday night before Christmas, John’s refusal to abandon past practices became the very catalyst that caused him to lose the essence of that particular way.

At 10:00 p.m. on that night, John discovered, to his great horror, that the adhesive backing on the plastic hook used to hold his stocking securely to the fireplace mantle had deteriorated to the point where it no longer adhered. The revelation induced a great anxiousness.

He searched through the kitchen drawer, which was specifically put into service to house duct tape, paper clips, and Scotch 3M Command Hooks™. But on this Thursday night, and to John’s great dismay, there were only the paper clips and the duct tape.

Refusing to consider any alternative, change if you will, John threw on his parka, rushed to his car, and headed for a 24-hour grocery located exactly one mile road from his house.

His condition would suffer nothing less.

Driving the speed limit, John covered the one mile distance in exactly one minute. He parked, as he always did, next to one of the cart returns. Although it was farther from the store’s front door, parking there was actually more efficient, saving him time when his shopping was completed. And even though John had come for a singular item, he would not deviate from his normal parking routine.

His condition demanded such.

Fifteen seconds later, he walked directly to aisle fourteen, where school supplies, mailing envelopes, and Scotch 3M Command Hooks™ could be found. He slipped a Two-Pak from the store hanger and exhaled a huge sigh of relief for command hooks in hand meant he had once more avoided alteration.

Thirty seconds after that, his anxiousness gone, John walked to the 10 Items or Less check-out counter, paid the clerk with exact change, and then walked out of the store and straight into disorder and upheaval.

 

About the Author:

 

From Wikipedia: Mike Kearby (born 1952) is an award-winning American novelist and inventor. Since 2005, Kearby has published ten novels, one graphic novel, and written two screenplays: (2011) Boston Nightly, with fellow writer Paul Bright and (2012) The Devouring. Boston Nightly is scheduled for filming in Dallas in the spring of 2013.

 

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Villain Guest Post & Excerpt by Joseph Spencer author of Grim

In Grim, Cyrus Black is just your mild-mannered organized crime kingpin who is trying to launder dirty money through his legal gambling enterprise, Black Widow Casino, and cement his wiseguy legacy by erecting a horse racing track in Prairieville.

Detective Adam White, Prairieville’s paragon of justice, has long been a thorn in Cyrus’ side. He’s so sick of the hero cop spoiling his plans that he’s decided to use his connections to do something about it. With Mayor Terry Sandburg wrapped around his finger, Cyrus uses his influence to try to take White out of the picture for good. When you have friends everywhere like Cyrus, it’s easy to pull strings and make everyone betray even the town’s most virtuous symbol of justice.

Reclusive millionaire Heath Grim also has vexed Cyrus. Grim owns the lands where Cyrus wants to build his race track, and refuses to sell no matter what enticements are offered. Cyrus suspects there’s something fishy about Grim. When all plots to force Grim to sell the land fails, Cyrus dismisses the chances that it’s a coincidence or dumb luck.

Cyrus’ plans begin to unravel when a nosey reporter confronts him with evidence of bribing and tampering public officials to get permits to build the race track. In a rage, Cyrus discovers his fancy new security system is a front for surveillance. A rat is sabotaging his best-laid plans, and he’s certain he knows who it is. When he sends his right hand man, Bruno DiGiorgio, whom he secretly loves, to take care of everything like he always does, Bruno goes missing. Surrounded by enemies and worried for the life of his unrequited love, Cyrus must fight to use all of his goons, crooked cops, and corrupt politicians to ensure his criminal genius is not undermined.

 

Title: Grim

Series:Sons of Darkness Series, Book 1

Author:Joseph Spencer
Genre:Crime, Dark, Horror, Mystery, Paranormal, Thriller,

Publisher:Damnation Books
Paperback/Ebook

Words:93,000

Purchase: Damnation Books | Amazon (Kindle) | Amazon (Print) | B&N

 

Book Description:

 

When everything is taken from him, Detective Adam White must choose what’s most important. Does he stick
to the heroic ideals which made him a famed paragon of justice and take down a murderous madman? Or does he give in to his vigilante impulses, avenge his
wife’s murder, and become the type of killer he’s hunted for so many years?

 

Excerpt:

 

Adam heard a few sounds of Velcro peeling from its straps. Suddenly, Black Mask shed the mystery and ambiguity of his head gear. He became another mystery altogether. What happened to this guy? He looked like he’d seen hell, escaped, and doctored his face to give everyone else on Earth a preview.

Black Mask obviously suffered from rosacea because his skin was inflamed, swollen, and the angriest shade of red Adam had ever seen. A jagged circular scar similar to a clock face ran from Black Mask’s forehead down his cheeks to his chin. A vertical scar ran straight down the middle of his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. Two horizontal scars extended from the side of his nose and curved upward toward the temples. Two additional scars extended outward at angles from just under his nose, across his lips and ended on either side of his chin. All of the scars connected to the outer circular one like spokes to resemble a starfish shape. Adam struggled not to have any reaction, but failed to keep the corner of his mouth from inching up into a grimace.

Black Mask smirked and put his right hand up to his face. He pretended to be admiring himself in the mirror. “It’s okay, Detective. Your reaction is fairly common and a lot more subdued than most. Of course, I bet you’ve seen a lot of horrors in your line of work.

“So, you want to know the tale of Heath Grim, do you?”

 

About the Author:

INTRO

Joseph Spencer is the author of the Sons of Darkness series launched by his debut novel, Grim, on September 1, 2012. Work on his second book of the series, Wrage, is already underway and is expected to be released some time in 2013.

 

THE ROAD HERE

The Sons of Darkness is a series of paranormal crime thrillers following investigations into mysterious deaths in the central Illinois city of Prairieville. Home of the notorious serial killer, The Reaper, Prairieville has had a history of violence centered on an ongoing feud between the Marino and Black organized crime families. When bodies start showing up again at the abandoned Marino State Hospital, many fear the Reaper has returned. The people of Prairieville are about to find out their problems stem from a supernatural source which has lurked in secret for decades.

 

THE STORYTELLER’S STORY

As a boy, Joseph Spencer immersed himself in the deductive logic of Sherlock Holmes, the heroic crime fighting of Batman and Spider-Man, and a taste for the tragic with dramas from poets like Shakespeare and Homer.

Before Joseph took to spinning his own tales, he pursued a career in print sports journalism, graduating with honors from Clinton (IL) High School in 1996 and summa cum laude from Southern Illinois University-Carbondale in 2000. He covered such events as NASCAR’s Subway 500 race in Martinsville, the NBA Draft Camp in Chicago, the Junior College World Series, and Minor League Baseball’s Midwest League All-Star Game during a ten-year career throughout the Midwest. Now, he works as an emergency telecommunications specialist with an Illinois police department. The combination of years of writing experience with a background working with law enforcement professionals gave rise to his writing aspirations.

Joseph was married Dr. Amy (Waggoner) Spencer, an accomplished veterinary doctor, on March 14, 2012. He received word his debut novel was accepted by his publisher, Damnation Books, the next day. Joseph and Amy look forward to their honeymoon in Paris in September 2012. Murphy, a 15-year-old orange tabby, is perhaps the most vocal member of the family. The Spencer family enjoys reading Charlaine Harris, George R.R. Martin, Mary Janice Davidson, and most paranormal stories. The Spencers also enjoy quoting movie lines from The Princess Bride, Rain Man, Bridesmaids, and Office Space.

 

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Title: Bonded

Series: Mating Ritual

Author: Ria Candro

Genre: Futuristic Erotic Ménage Romance

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Format: Ebook

Words: Approx. 25,000

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Book Description:

When Inara crash lands on a deserted planet, the last thing she expects is to run into two stunning men from the planet Spygia—who claim she is their mate. While she’d love nothing more than to indulge in a steamy encounter—or two or three—with these gorgeous hunks, she’s on the run from the barbaric Malucons who decimated her home planet of Chivea. And she’s on a mission to find her cousin, the only other Chivean survivor. Nothing, not even the promise of paradise to be found in the Spygians’ arms, is going to stop her.

When Inara refuses to be bonded to them, Neichon and Valeron strive to uncover what secrets she’s hiding before they unveil a few of their own. How will their reluctant mate react when she learns she’s destined for, not two, but four Spygian men?

Just so you know—this story contains explicit M/F/M and M/F/M/M/M scenes. Enjoy!

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My Sooper Sekrit Kinky Alter Ego, A. Sangrey Black, has made another sale! W00t!

MLR Press has offered (actually, we’ve signed!) a contract for my m/m paranormal romance novella, DIE FOR YOU!  W00t! Do you think I woot too much? Oh well. 😉

DIE FOR YOU is the story of human Detective Gage Roberts and his vampire partner Jensen Holm, who are cops in the dark monster ghetto of their city, known as Undertown, where creepy crawlies are everyday citizens, and their morals — or lack thereof — make it a dangerous place for anyone to be. During a battle with a particularly deadly pair of jewel thief, mass-murdering demons, things go terribly wrong. Jensen puts his not-so-immortal immortality on the line to save Gage’s life, and it’s the turning point in a long-simmering passion that Gage has been repressing for a long time. The gruff Gage isn’t much for…

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Excerpt of The Curse Merchant (The Dark Choir #1) by J.P. Sloan!

Excerpt:

I slid into the Cadillac, inspecting the interior for anything that could inflict bodily damage upon my person. Malosi slipped into the driver’s seat, and pulled the car into a U-turn in the middle of Amity Street.

I watched Malosi as he turned north onto the MLK expressway, pondering the man. I wondered how deeply Malosi had delved into Osterhaus’ world.

“You’re a practitioner,” I stated.

“I’ve been trained in the necessities. Just to do my job.”

“Where did you receive your training, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Mister Osterhaus. Everyone in his employ has a basic understanding of hermetic theory.”

“How many people are in his employ?”

Malosi lifted a brow behind his sunglasses.

“Enough.”

“Just you, then?”

“Like I said.”

I looked out my window, watching as the taller buildings of downtown Baltimore cast their shadows over us. This wasn’t going to be a long drive.

“Do you have any advice for me?” I asked.

“Advice?”

“For talking to Osterhaus.”

He cocked his head and considered the question for a moment, before responding, “Be polite.”

He drove up Light Street and stopped in an alley between a tall bank building and a red brick row house. I tried to step out, but the door was locked. I had to wait until Malosi opened the door from the outside.

Once free of the Cadillac, I looked up and down Light Street, the clear sky above slowly succumbing to a front of overcast clouds. Malosi gestured me towards a flight of steps dropping below the street in the alley, leading to a basement entrance to the red brick building. At the base of the steps was a thick iron door with a wrought bronze knocker. Malosi pulled the handle and pushed the door open with a loud scrape.

“Watch your head,” he muttered as I stepped into the dark room beyond the door. A low-hanging wood case crossed the lintel, and I eyed it as I entered Osterhaus’ basement office.

Malosi closed the door, and my eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light. The case above the door was part of an intricate series of bookcases and display cabinets with leaded glass doors that wrapped two walls. The near wall to my right was covered in a tapestry depicting what I imagined was a scene of the Crusades. A solid, finely carved wood desk sat near the far wall, leather-topped and well-polished.

The room was dim, lit only by two gas coach lamps that flickered in a cased opening that lead to stairs slipping up and out of view into the building above.

Malosi pulled one of two green leather chairs from the front of Osterhaus’ desk and held out his hand.

“Have a seat. I’ll fetch Mister Osterhaus.”

I nodded, and watched as Malosi disappeared up the flight of stairs with heavy footfalls.

The room was thick with the smell of frankincense. I recognized the aroma, though it was laced with other sharper scents I couldn’t pick out. Cedar, perhaps. Something for wardings.

As I squinted up at the glass displays, I noticed several vials of blown glass set in neat rows upon the glass shelving. They resembled perfume bottles, the kind one buys at tourist friendly kiosks in Venice. I was on the verge of piecing together all manner of theories regarding the contents of those vials when I heard the upstairs door open, and two pairs of footsteps descending.

I stood up in time to see a short, thin man step into the room from the cased opening. He had a wiry frame, almost shriveled as if elderly, though his face and eyes were sharp. He had a hawk-like brow, jutting over clear blue eyes, sending bushy gray eyebrows up at angles towards a receding salt-and-pepper hairline.

He parted his thin, crooked lips and said, “DorianLake, I presume?”

“Osterhaus?”

His eyes narrowed, and he looked back at Malosi with a nod before proceeding into the room and behind his desk.

“Believe it or not, MisterLake,” he continued as he slid into his chair, “I’ve been meaning to speak with you for some time now.”

I took my seat, giving Malosi a sidelong glance, making sure he wasn’t holding a shotgun or baseball bat.

“That a fact?”

He stared at me with those piercing eyes, and the more I took him in, the more I realized that I really hated this man.

 

Title: The Curse Merchant

Series: The Dark Choir #1

Author: J.P. Sloan

Genre: Urban Fantasy Noir

Publisher: Self-published

Format: Ebook

Words: 83,000

 

Purchase: Amazon | Smashwords |

 

Book Description:

 

DorianLake has spent years cornering the Baltimore hex-crafting market, using his skills at the hermetic arts to exact karmic justice for those whom the system has failed. He keeps his magic clean and free of soul-corrupting Netherwork, thus avoiding both the karmic blow-back of his practice and the notice of the Presidium, a powerful cabal of practitioners that polices the esoteric arts in America. However, when an unscrupulous Netherworker interferes with both his business and his personal life, Dorian’s disarming charisma and hermetic savvy may not be enough to keep his soul out of jeopardy.

 

His rival, a soul monger named Neil Osterhaus, wouldn’t be such a problem were it not for Carmen, Dorian’s captivating ex-lover. After two years’ absence Carmen arrives at Dorian’s doorstep with a problem: she sold her soul to Osterhaus, and has only two weeks to buy it back. Hoping to win back Carmen’s affections, Dorian must find a replacement soul without tainting his own. As Dorian descends into the shadows of Baltimore’s underworld, he must decide how low he is willing to stoop in order to save Carmen from eternal damnation… with the Presidium watching, waiting for him to cross the line.

 

About the Author:

 

I am a storyteller, eager to transport the reader to strange yet familiar worlds. My writing is dark, fantastical, at times stretching the limits of the human experience, and other times hinting at the monsters lurking under your bed. I write science fiction, urban fantasy, horror, and several shades in between.

 

I am a husband and a father, living in the “wine country” of central Maryland. I’m surrounded by grapevines and cows. During the day I commute to Baltimore, and somehow manage to escape each afternoon with only minor scrapes and bruises. I am also a homebrewer and a certified beer judge. My avocations dovetail nicely!

 

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Excerpt & Giveaway of Soul Sisters by Janiera Eldridge

Title: Soul Sisters

Series:
Soul Sisters Trilogy, #1

Author:
Janiera Eldridge

Genre: Urban
Fantasy, Paranormal

Publisher:
Mystic Press

Ebook/Paperback

Pages: 134

Purchase:

Amazon |

Book Description:

Soul Sisters is an urban
fantasy novel about African-American twin sisters Ani and Dana who have a
rather unique secret: one sister is human while the other is a vampire. While
the sisters have lived peacefully with each other for many years one fateful
night will change both their lives forever. When a drunken man tries to attack
Dana (the human sister) Ani (the vampire sister) protects her sister with all
of her ferocious power.

However, when the vampire’s
leader Donovan finds out about the public display he calls for the sisters to
be assassinated for disobedience. Ani and Dana now are in for the fight of
their lives to protect each other as well as the lives of their dedicated
friends who have joined them on their mission for survival. If Dana and Ani can
make it through this time of uncertainty, Ani can take her new place as vampire
queen. Soul Sisters is expected to be a trilogy; The book also features a
multicultural cast of characters that brings a new edge of chic to the vampire
world.

Don’t
miss book two Dark Expectations coming November 2012!

Excerpt:

Chapter 6

1915 New York
City

Bryson and Dana walked arm and arm down the blustery New York street laughing about the Christmas party they had just
left. The snow was fresh and powdery. Neither of them felt the icy cold
snowflakes floating down and speckling their coats because they were wrapped in
the warmth of each other’s company.

“Did you see how Charles acted after taking that last
shot of whiskey?” Dana asked.

Bryson could not contain his laughter thinking about
their friend’s drunkenness. Everyone who had been at the party was probably
laughing about it on their way home, too, particularly the part when Charles
took off his pants and danced on top of the piano. Bryson laughed so hard
people gave them odd passing glances.

“Yes.” Bryson gave a bright smile and grabbed her
face to kiss her as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk. He wanted people
to stop and stare at his beautiful wife. He wasn’t afraid to show her off every
chance he got. The women cooed softly at the sweetness of the moment while the
men ushered their women forward murmuring about how indecent their public
display of affection was for the community. Truthfully they just didn’t want
their wives to get any ideas.

It took Dana a few seconds to catch her breath. She
couldn’t believe he would do something that indecent in public. It didn’t
matter to her, however, because it felt way too good to be wrong. They stepped
off the curb without a care in the world; Dana held onto Bryson’s arm tightly
and could not stop staring into his eyes.

A few seconds later Dana felt a sharp pain and a
crushing blow to her arm. It was as if a freight train slammed into her right
side. She instantly started sobbing from the pain and confusion of the
situation. She felt like a block of ice was on top of her chest as she lay
sprawled out on the ground. Her legs were straight out together in front of her
but her arms were stretched out wide, going in two different directions. Her
head turned slowly to the left when she heard a woman screaming and she saw
Bryson on the ground with his eyes wide open. She blinked a few times to clear
up her vision and then she spotted a pool of blood circling his head like a
flowing halo.

Dana tried to push against the woman lying on top of
her but the person was impossible to move no matter how hard she tried.

“You don’t want to see this, you’re safe now,” the
woman said softly in her ear; she sounded just like her.

“Soul sister?” Dana asked as she felt herself losing
consciousness. She heard the chaos of the world going on around her but then
she slipped into a black void. When she came to in a small nearby hospital she
was disoriented and feeling miserable. There was a dull ache in her head and
the vision in her right eye was blurry. She thought she saw a petite woman
standing in the doorway, maybe she knew what had happened to Bryson.

“Where is my Bryson? Is he OK? What happened?”

The woman walked over to the bed and placed a hand on
her head. Dana could see the woman was wearing a nurse’s outfit and she guessed
she was in a hospital. The woman’s hand felt ice cold against her burning
flesh.

“I’m sorry to tell you, ma’am, but your husband was hit
by a moving vehicle. He suffered a bad head injury and he is no longer alive. I
am so sorry.”

“No, wait. We were just coming back from a Christmas
party. When did this happen?”

“You stepped off the side walk with your husband, ma’am.
Apparently you could not see the car and the car could not see you. A woman who
looked oddly like you pushed you out of the way and saved your life. Your
husband didn’t make it. I’m very sorry. Would you like some water or a cup of
juice?”

“No, no, thank you. Can I see him at least?”

“Not now honey. I really think you should get some
rest. There’s a young woman who is here to see you. She says she’s your sister.
Are you ready to see her?”

Dana coughed deeply and felt a liquid build up in her
throat that she quickly swallowed back down; she was afraid to see who it was.

“OK,” was all she could seem to get out of her
throat.

Her soul sister quietly stepped into the room as she
faced the wall. She didn’t want the woman to see her nervousness or confusion.
As much as she wanted to hug her sister she also wanted to punch her.

“Why didn’t you save my husband?” Dana asked choking
back tears but keeping a straight face. As the tears filled up her eyes, her
cheeks began to sting and swell

“The car came so fast. I didn’t have time to save you
both. I’ve seen you with Bryson before and I know how much you loved him, I’m
so very sorry.”

“What is your name?” Dana asked, sitting up against
the pillow.

“Ani,” She said softly.

“Ani, I don’t think I want to live much longer. I
sold my soul to save my husband’s life and Donovan took him away from me. I
really don’t see any reason to live anymore.”

Ani sat down in a chair and moved closer to the side
of the bed. She placed her hand on Dana’s head and felt that she had a slight
temperature. She would notify a nurse as soon as she left the room. Ani loved
her sister and if her sister died then she died too.

“Donovan had nothing to do with what happened. Your
husband’s time came up again and he was taken. Donovan didn’t order his death.
I’m sure he is very concerned about this and knows how much this hurts you. He
is good at feeling things like this.”

“Your kind feels? You don’t want me to kill myself
because then you will die too. Frankly, I don’t care what happens to you right
now. You’re such a small fragment of me; I don’t even think you’re real. This
is just a bad nightmare. I’ll wake from it; I’ll be at home warm and safe with
my parents. Bryson never actually existed and I sure as hell know you don’t
either.”

Dana turned her head back to the wall and let the
tears flow freely down her face. She placed her hand over her mouth to stifle
the cries; her heart felt like it had broken into a million pieces. Now, she
couldn’t live for anybody else but herself. Dana saw the look of despair in her
sister’s face but it wasn’t enough for her to let her soul sister into her
life.

 “I’ll never
turn my back on you when you need me, no matter how far away you are or how
much danger you’re in. I know we’re supposed to be twins but I feel like you’re
my baby sister.” She gave a light chuckle and then headed for the door. “I’ll
be back to visit you tomorrow, and the next day and the next day. Even if you
never want to see me it’s OK, but I’m not going to be without you any longer. I
love you way too much.”

“I don’t care if you come back a million times. I
will never talk to you again. Get the hell out of my room!” Dana threw a glass
at Ani’s head. Ani moved her head slightly to the left as it flew into the wall
and shattered into tiny pieces. She took a deep breath and nodded her head up
and down slowly; she had to give her more time. Ani had been programmed to take
on the evil ways of the world but Dana’s rose-colored glasses had just been
stepped on.

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Title: The Golden Chalice

Series: Lee’s Girl’s Series Book 3

Author: Sienna Mynx

Genre: Interracial Romance,

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

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Pages: 130

 

Release Date:11/6/2012

 

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Book Description:

 

The Golden Chalice has been found. But at what price?

 

Michelle Dixon faith is shattered with the loss of her unborn child. She struggles to remember the reasons why she ever believed life as a jewel thief could ever bring her happiness. The truth is her belief was centered on her love for one man. It’s no longer enough. Though Lee Sullivan has made many mistakes, choosing love over greed isn’t one. Now with his enemies circling he battles the odds for another purpose. Winning back his woman’s heart.

 

After surviving the depths of Lee’s betrayal of her trust, Michelle decides to play one final hustle. The stakes? The love neither of them thought possible. There remains one problem. Lee won’t lose her. He can’t. Lee knows Michelle plots against him and he understands why. He must race against time and those determined to steal the Chalice in order to salvage what is most important to them both. And he will do it at all costs.

 

Win or lose, Lee’s fate is hers.

 

After a shocking turn of events turns their lives inside out Michell and Lee both discover the greatest treasure to be won.

 

Love. For it conquers all no matter the price.

 

Excerpt:

“What I want is to stop your pain. If I could have my wish it would be…I’d want our child to have lived.” His expression stilled and grew serious.

“Let’s be honest, Lee. Any child you and I have we’d destroy, after we destroyed each other.” She made to move around him and he stepped with her, blocking her pass. “Lee, move.”

“Take it back!” He frowned with cold fury.

Michelle adjusted her smile. “Why?”

“Don’t you ever dismiss our child’s death. Take it back!” he said through clenched teeth.

Michelle, shaken by the threat in his tone, had to lower her gaze. “Okay.”

Lee’s voice dropped an octave when he spoke again. “We lost our baby. It’s my fault. I should have protected you, trusted my instincts.”

“Lee, please stop.”

“I’ll make them pay. I’ll kill ’em all—”

“Stop it, dammit!” Lee blinked at her, confused. “Stop, okay? No more violence. I can’t take it.”

He touched her and she shrugged off his hand. Lee persisted and she was forced into his arms. Soon hers, of their own accord, were circling his waist. He kissed the top of her head. Stroked her hair.

“My first priority is you. I had to make sure you were okay, Michelle. Now that you are we’re starting again. Nothing has changed between us.” He relaxed his hold on her and brushed her cheeks with the backs of his fingers. She tensed over how soothing his touch was. With mild force, Lee grabbed her face in both hands. He brought his forehead down to hers until their skulls met. Michelle winced over the burn it drove through her brow, and gripped his wrist, trying hard to free herself. But his lips covered hers before she could manage the break. A crushingly needy kiss followed. She softened under its weight.

“Forgive me.” He breathed into her mouth, trying to pry her lips apart for another kiss. “Damn it, Michelle, forgive me, baby. Don’t make me beg.”

Michelle lowered her hands from his wrists. The caress of his lips inspired a trickle of love, sparking forbidden desires for him in her heart. What the hell was wrong with her? How could she even stomach the thought of them, together, now? Yet she could. It would be her secret truth. She loved him so badly, the truth hurt.

About the Author:

 

Sienna Mynx is your naughty writer of Contemporary, and Historical Interracial Romance. Her tales are for readers that love the bad boys but desire to be the women that tame them. She currently has 22 published books, as an indie author. A current resident of southern Georgia, Sienna Mynx has emerged into the e-publishing scene deciding to take the business by the horns.

 

She runs her own publishing company The Divas Pen, and works with other indie-authors who want to understand how to self publish responsibly. Sienna has also released a series with Decadent Publishing, and has a paranormal story under Cobblestone Press. Her novels reflect her thirst for romance told from a dark, sensual perspective with the diversity women of all colors crave in Erotic Romance. Look for more to come.

 

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