SOUL RESURRECTED EXCERPT
Based on a request from one of my lovely readers, I haz decided to share an excerpt from Soul Resurrected.
The book releases October 31, 2013.
In the meantime you can add it to your Goodreads shelf:
Wearing only her nightclothes, she left the room and walked the quiet halls toward the Wreck Room she’d learned of, where the demons worked out.
Light bled through the cracks in the door as she pushed it open, but Calla halted as she stepped inside.
Logan stood before a sparring dummy—punching, kicking, until it knocked over.
He picked his silent opponent up off the floor and went at it again, grunting with each powerful punch that had the thing shimmying like a dashboard hula girl.
Sweat glistened across his skin as his muscles flexed with each movement—every hit executed flawlessly. A black ball cap, turned backward, hid his short cropped hair, above the black wife beater and warm up pants he wore.
Consumed by the contraction of his muscles and the precision of every hit, Calla’s fascination stole away her earlier anger.
The guy had a way of making a girl forget how much of an asshole he could be—or anything else for that matter.
What the hell had she gone there for?
As if he’d heard her thoughts, he stopped abruptly, mid-swing, and turned around.
Those brown eyes narrowed on her and his lip curled. “What are you doing here?” He faced-off with the dummy again. “Leave.”
Discomfort flooded her insides, turning her muscles stiff “I … I was just …” She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry.”
He accosted her faster than she could blink.
She backed herself all the way up to the wall. Her heart thrummed, pulse racing, as he boxed her in with his arms.
Chest heaving, his eyes radiated fury as they flickered red, emitting waves of authority that begged for her to look away. “Sorry for what, exactly? For getting me stabbed? Having my brother enslaved by a fucking succubus? Or do you mean you’re sorry for getting my other brother kidnapped by a goddamn psychopathic demon hunter?”
Tingles danced along the rims of her eyes and for all the effort of holding them back, tears spilled onto her cheek. Damn him.
Logan smirked and shook his head.
God, she wanted to claw his eyes out for it, as her sadness quickly turned into something primal, lodging deep within her gut, that couldn’t’ve given a damn that the male boasted three times her strength. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
His jaw clenched. “What did you just say?”
“I’ve met a lot of repulsive creatures in the last few years, but you’re by far the worst of them all.” She swiped at her nose. “You hate me. I get it. So why don’t you cut the crap? You want me to leave? Fine. Happy to.”
She pushed herself off the wall but was thrown back against it, the collision knocking a small bit of wind out of her lungs and forcing a cough.
Like missiles warning fire, Logan’s massive arms replanted either side of her head, his face so close his breath hit her. Red flickered in his eyes. “You’re right. I’m the worst.” He inhaled a deep breath through his nose and spoke on the exhale. “Do you know what humans are to a Wrath? Blood in the water. Like sharks, we wait in hiding for that one moment when no one’s around. You’re all alone. Vulnerable.” His pelvic bone thrust against her. “A ripe fruit. Ready to be eaten.”
A cinnamon scent drifted past her, and weakness in her knees beckoned her to collapse. Her sex ached for him to grind against her again. She licked her lips. Touch me, she wanted to say to him, as if one single caress of his finger across her skin would take away the overwhelming need to be screwed right where she stood.
For some reason, she suddenly didn’t care who’d stroll in and see them.
The more the merrier.
His eyes met hers again, and as if lust took physical form, his lids seemed heavier, his lips so kissable they taunted the distance between them. “You’ll fall prey to my pheromones.”
That voice, so deep and powerful, tickled her stomach and she wanted to laugh at the thrill washing through her insides.
Fangs protruded from his lip and Calla wondered what it’d be like to feel them at her throat. “See, I don’t even have to try to make you want me. You’d let me fuck you right here against the wall if I wanted.”
Fuck. The word echoed in her head, and her body broke out in sweat. She bit her lip as visions of the raunchiest sexual experience she’d ever witnessed passed through her mind.
Every one of them starring Logan.
Oooh! That’s it … but only a month to go and you’ll have the whole thing!
Also, for those of you who may have missed it, check this out:
These would be the LIMITED EDITION prints of the cover that I’ll be giving away during the Soul Resurrected Blog Tour (NOVEMBER 6-DECEMBER 6) signed by the very sexy Julian Christian.
Wanna know how you can win one?
Follow the tour! This is one of many prizes you could score if you stop in on the participating blogs.