Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Love In Electric Blue--a Teaser

I am DYING to share my new cover art for Love In Electric Blue, my upcoming paranormal romantic suspense coming to Samhain in June. Alas, it's not on the coming soon page at Samhain yet, so I have to keep the gladness to myself. The minute it's up, I'm sharing. But in the meantime, here's an unedited excerpt from the book.

Westlake Enterprises

Remy Davis quickened her pace down one of Savannah’s seedier streets, noting the late hour on her watch as well as the thinning crowd on the sidewalk. Her hair swayed in the cold December wind as she ducked around the corner and moved in the opposite direction of her small apartment. She felt him following behind her, could feel his gaze burrowing into her back.

“Watch it, lady!” an angry voice yelled as she accidentally plowed into a large body. She murmured her apology and continued. The streetlights ended in another block, bringing her closer to a rundown section of the city she normally avoided.

As the moon slowly escaped the confines of dark gray clouds, a sliver of light illuminated the gravel before her. She glanced around, not surprised to see a few men warming their hands over a small barrel fire and a prostitute leaning in the window of an old Buick, sizing up a potential client. Remy dared a look over her shoulder and saw in horrified amazement that the man following her loomed closer.
At this distance she could now make out cold, dark eyes and a grim mouth staining an otherwise average male face. His shaggy hair flapped in the wind that now carried hard drops of rain. The menace in his stare made her shudder more than the cold soaking through her clothes. She gave up all pretense of ignoring him and ran as though her life depended upon it.

She knew this path, knew where it would lead her. Listening to the man’s harsh panting drawing nearer, she suddenly ducked to the right and ran to the fence at the end of the alleyway that should have been open. Coming to a locked gate, she considered climbing it but heard him behind her. She was out of time. Remy stopped, out of options, and turned to face her pursuer.

He slowed when he realized he had her trapped. He stopped with a good ten feet between them and drew a weapon from beneath his overcoat.

“Lizzie.” He shook his head. “There was no need to run. You know who sent me, so why not come along quietly? I don’t want to hurt you, and he only wants to see you again. It’s been over ten years.”

She glared at the man sent to take her back. Ten years? It had been exactly ten years, four months, and three days since she’d been imprisoned in that hellhole. She refused to go back. Time to get that message across, so there would be no confusion.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. But I do have something I’d like you to take back. Make sure you give it to him for me, would you?”

The man cocked his pistol, and to her dismay, it wasn’t a gun with bullets, but tranquilizers. Something to keep her alive, useful, for… him. Before he could pull the trigger, Remy pointed her finger.

A visible jolt of electricity shot from her fingertip and enveloped him in a web of eerie blue light. He stared at her in horror, another casualty in the war waged between those who would oppress and those who sought to remain free.
“Forgot to warn you about that, did he?” she asked with cold amusement, laughing bitterly at them both. Then, with a flick of her hand, she increased the power flowing through her. Her pursuer shrieked in pain before he slumped to the ground and slid into death’s embrace.
“Bravo, my dear. You’ve exceeded even my expectations.”
Her throat dried and terror balled in her stomach like a virus. That voice. God, it had been so long. But not long enough. The sound of a lock turning and the gate opening sounded overly loud in the sudden quiet. She had to face him. She knew that. But her feet refused to move, fear holding her stock still.
“It’s time to come home, Lizzie,” he said in a smooth, cultured voice. “I’ve missed you.”
Energy flared through her entire body as six hundred milliamperes of direct current shot into her. More than enough to kill a normal person, but Remy simply soaked up the flow, managing her resistance and the voltage with ease. A living, breathing conduit for electricity who could cage it without trying, she shut down into a hazy state. The way he expected her to. The way he needed her to. This way she was his to be captured and controlled once more. And the hazy disorientation swiftly turned to pain…
Coming to Samhain June 4th, 2013

1 comment:

Marie Harte said...

And forgive my spacing. Blogger hates me!! Ack.