Emerald Fire
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Buy Link: Amazon
DESCRIPTION
As the Blushing
Death, Dahlia Sabin has overcome much to be with the men she loves but
attempting to settle into a new life and juggling two Alpha males isn’t easy,
and the strain is starting to show.
As the stakes become
higher with each new threat, their growing power and Dahlia’s magical ability
can’t be ignored by the vampire ruling council. As bodies start piling up
around Columbus and a dark magic makes its presence known, a high-ranking
vampire board member invades Dahlia’s territory.
A threat?
A spy?
Isidro’s dark eyes
and intentions are dangerous. With the world closing in around them and the
threat to their very existence growing, Dahlia, Patrick, and Dean move to
solidify their magical bonds. But Baba Yaga wants her due and has plans for
Dahlia all her own.
Dahlia may be able to
survive an army of zombies, but can she out strategize a millennia-old witch
and survive with everyone intact?
EXCERPT
The car reeked of fear, filling his nostrils with the savory
scent and making his mouth water. The dead man in the truck was still too fresh
to reek of death to any human senses but the faint odor of decomposition
filtered through the vents, tickling the hairs inside his nose. The woman,
bound and gagged behind him, had finally stopped thrashing and sobbing,
probably from exhaustion. Thankful for the
peace and quiet, he’d almost killed her just to stop her whimpering. But it was
too soon and his need of a live body had been the only thing to stay his hand.
Across the street, a
soft blue light from the flat screen television flickered through the oversized
picture window. With a perfect view inside her home, he watched the two of
them, snug on the sofa as if they were any normal couple watching an old black
and white movie. The Blushing Death lay back with her feet draped over the
large, bald Alpha werewolf’s lap. She was laughing as the man stroked her long
legs. If he listened hard enough, he could almost hear the ring of the Blushing
Death’s laughter through the double paned windows.
“She seems happy,” he
said. Lounging back in the driver’s seat, he twisted his hands over the
steering wheel. He’d been watching her since coming into the city three nights
ago. She was rarely alone and floated between the Werewolf Pack and the Vampire
Colony with an ease that was astounding and unprecedented. She was also guarded
constantly by both, making it impossible for him to get close to her.
A change of plan was
in order.
As he watched the
light flicker across her face, a plan formed in his mind, to put them all on
edge, taunting and baiting them all to finish her alone. Only after the
Blushing Death’s demise could he deal with Patrick and present his gift to his
master. An apology of sorts. The dog, however, was of no consequence and no
value. A quick and easy death would be best.
The soft roar of an
engine rumbled behind him, drawing his attention away from the happy scene
through the window. Parking at the curb, a black town car purred, idling. A
tall man with jet black hair, more beautiful than handsome, stepped from the
front seat and opened the back passenger side door. A second man in a tailored
suit, exited the back of the car and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Both men made
him take a second look and he licked his lips with the sudden rush of desire
that throbbed through his groin. It had been too long since he’d tasted flesh,
felt true pleasure.
“Nova, I’ll not
return to the mansion tonight. Please alert Alex,” the suited vampire said.
“Yes, my Liege,” the pretty vampire replied, bowing to the other man from the
waist. Patrick Cavanaugh strode from the car as the delicious vampire closed
the door behind him and got back in the car, finally driving away. Cavanaugh
was left alone on the sidewalk.
Logan could kill him
now before anyone in the house even knew what happened. But his orders were to
send a message, not just to Patrick but to all the territorial Masters.
Insubordination or a coup would not be tolerated and Patrick Cavanaugh was
teetering dangerously on the edge of both. He had to kill the Blushing Death
first, make an example of her, of all of them. His master wanted their deaths
to be bloody and public so none would oppose the establishment again.
He’d promised to make
Patrick Cavanaugh suffer. And suffer he would.
Cavanaugh strode into
the house and slung his suit jacket across the back of the loveseat. The
Blushing Death sat up, leaving her legs across the dog’s lap and Cavanaugh slid
in behind her. Envy burned like a fire in his gut. No one should be that happy,
especially a vampire, and not the Blushing Death. A growl rippled through the
small space of the car and he realized the sound had come from him.
“Pleezz,” the woman
in the back seat whimpered around the gag in her mouth. The fear forcing her
blood to race made his fangs throb with hunger. The sound of her anguish
relaxed his nerves as the urge to kill all three in a jealous wash of blood
fell away. He had a job to do and would prove to his Master he was worth having
again. A smile crept across his features, curling his lips into a sneer. He
glanced back at the woman in the rearview mirror and met her wide, shining
eyes.
“You have a date with
a friend of mine,” he snarled, turning the key in the ignition. The engine
fired up and he pulled away from the curb. The woman in the backseat struggled,
kicking, and thrashing against her bonds. “The more you struggle, the hungrier
I get,” he laughed and turned up the radio, whistling along with the melody
drowning out the sounds of her blubbering.
EXCERPT
The car reeked of fear, filling his nostrils with the savory scent and making his mouth water. The dead man in the truck was still too fresh to reek of death to any human senses but the faint odor of decomposition filtered through the vents, tickling the hairs inside his nose. The woman, bound and gagged behind him, had finally stopped thrashing and sobbing, probably from exhaustion. Thankful for the peace and quiet, he’d almost killed her just to stop her whimpering. But it was too soon and his need of a live body had been the only thing to stay his hand.
Across the street, a
soft blue light from the flat screen television flickered through the oversized
picture window. With a perfect view inside her home, he watched the two of
them, snug on the sofa as if they were any normal couple watching an old black
and white movie. The Blushing Death lay back with her feet draped over the
large, bald Alpha werewolf’s lap. She was laughing as the man stroked her long
legs. If he listened hard enough, he could almost hear the ring of the Blushing
Death’s laughter through the double paned windows.
“She seems happy,” he
said. Lounging back in the driver’s seat, he twisted his hands over the
steering wheel. He’d been watching her since coming into the city three nights
ago. She was rarely alone and floated between the Werewolf Pack and the Vampire
Colony with an ease that was astounding and unprecedented. She was also guarded
constantly by both, making it impossible for him to get close to her.
A change of plan was
in order.
As he watched the
light flicker across her face, a plan formed in his mind, to put them all on
edge, taunting and baiting them all to finish her alone. Only after the
Blushing Death’s demise could he deal with Patrick and present his gift to his
master. An apology of sorts. The dog, however, was of no consequence and no
value. A quick and easy death would be best.
The soft roar of an
engine rumbled behind him, drawing his attention away from the happy scene
through the window. Parking at the curb, a black town car purred, idling. A
tall man with jet black hair, more beautiful than handsome, stepped from the
front seat and opened the back passenger side door. A second man in a tailored
suit, exited the back of the car and unbuttoned his suit jacket. Both men made
him take a second look and he licked his lips with the sudden rush of desire
that throbbed through his groin. It had been too long since he’d tasted flesh,
felt true pleasure.
“Nova, I’ll not
return to the mansion tonight. Please alert Alex,” the suited vampire said.
“Yes, my Liege,” the pretty vampire replied, bowing to the other man from the
waist. Patrick Cavanaugh strode from the car as the delicious vampire closed
the door behind him and got back in the car, finally driving away. Cavanaugh
was left alone on the sidewalk.
Logan could kill him
now before anyone in the house even knew what happened. But his orders were to
send a message, not just to Patrick but to all the territorial Masters.
Insubordination or a coup would not be tolerated and Patrick Cavanaugh was
teetering dangerously on the edge of both. He had to kill the Blushing Death
first, make an example of her, of all of them. His master wanted their deaths
to be bloody and public so none would oppose the establishment again.
He’d promised to make
Patrick Cavanaugh suffer. And suffer he would.
Cavanaugh strode into
the house and slung his suit jacket across the back of the loveseat. The
Blushing Death sat up, leaving her legs across the dog’s lap and Cavanaugh slid
in behind her. Envy burned like a fire in his gut. No one should be that happy,
especially a vampire, and not the Blushing Death. A growl rippled through the
small space of the car and he realized the sound had come from him.
“Pleezz,” the woman
in the back seat whimpered around the gag in her mouth. The fear forcing her
blood to race made his fangs throb with hunger. The sound of her anguish
relaxed his nerves as the urge to kill all three in a jealous wash of blood
fell away. He had a job to do and would prove to his Master he was worth having
again. A smile crept across his features, curling his lips into a sneer. He
glanced back at the woman in the rearview mirror and met her wide, shining
eyes.
“You have a date with
a friend of mine,” he snarled, turning the key in the ignition. The engine
fired up and he pulled away from the curb. The woman in the backseat struggled,
kicking, and thrashing against her bonds. “The more you struggle, the hungrier
I get,” he laughed and turned up the radio, whistling along with the melody
drowning out the sounds of her blubbering.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Suzanne M. Sabol is
the author of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance. She has been writing from
the age of 16 when she finished her first full length novel. She is married to
her wonderful husband, Ross, Who makes sure her books don’t have too much
gore...trust me, there could be more...and lives in a “Slanty Shanty” in
Columbus Ohio.
Website: http://www.suzannemikos.com
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