Jake Snow is Coming!

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Hi Trish,

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my latest romance release, Jake Snow

 The book is the story of Bethany Snow’s brother. Bethany is the leading female character in my erotic romance, ‘The Last Time’ and people who read the book early in its release always wanted to know more about Jake. I had his story in my head and so here it is.

‘The Last Time’ takes place on a movie location and that’s where Jake and Bethany, who are private investigators are sent by their agency to deal with hate mail being sent to a movie star there.

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It’s two years since his sister got married and Jake has been working cases alone. He’s tired and hoping to find love too when we meet him in this book. This time the story takes place in the fashion world and Jake gets caught up in the strange happenings in an atelier.

The idea for the movie location book came to me when I was invited to watch a shoot by an indie film maker. The idea for the high fashion setting for this book was seeded about the same time when I went to watch a fashion show with friends. I was on holiday overseas, with them. We had attended a dance theatre, and then later in the week a fashion show. I knew immediately that I would write a story about the world of fashion. The idea of placing Jake Snow in this world came after I had written, The Last Time.

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A new romantic mystery from Amazon best-selling author, Elodie Parkes

Jake Snow

Private detective, Jake Snow, has grown tired of working alone since his sister Bethany married, and stopped working on field cases with him. He’s chosen less high-powered cases as he decides against teaming with another partner from the Black Agency. Gradually Jake realizes he wants the kind of love his sister found, and a different job…

When he’s sent on what he thinks is a simple surveillance assignment, just before he’s due to take his requested extended leave, he finds a tangled web of lies, and a fashion designer in trouble…

The question is will he also find love?

With steamy love scenes and a twist of fun, this book is 18+

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It was seven o’clock as he lay on the bed. He closed his eyes, and pictured Pixie’s lovely face and her mouth. He let himself think about kissing her. He fell asleep promising himself that he would ask her out.

Jake’s cell phone woke him up. He clawed at it only managing to toss it to the floor instead of pick it up to answer. Fuck it.

He scrambled to the side of the bed and hung over there to reach the phone. It was his sister Bethany calling. She greeted him and he perked up, shuffling to sit up in the bed.

“Hi Bethany, it’s good to hear from you. What’s happening?”

“Jake, I miss you, and every time I hear your voice I think about coming back to work. How is work? Brandt tells me you’ve applied for holidays. That’s not like you Jake, you never take holidays.” Jake could hear a hint of concern in her voice and smiled. He missed her too.

“Work is a bit of a drag to be honest. Partly my own fault though because when Brandt asked me to team up with another detective for some high profile cases, I didn’t want to, so the jobs I’ve been doing lately have been, ‘less interesting,’ I guess you could say.”

“I’d like to see you. Seth would too. Come over here, have some time with us. It’s a beautiful place.”

Jake smiled again. “I’d like to Bethany, I just have a job to finish…it’s a weird one. There’s a young woman involved too…I like her Bethany…she’s lovely.”

“Have you asked her out or let her know you like her? I bet you haven’t. I’d like you to have someone. I can’t tell you how great it is to be loved.”

Jake ran his hand through his hair. “I haven’t said anything to her because it’s early days I only just met her and it’s a bit complicated. We don’t all fall on the client and seduce them the night we meet.” He laughed then because that was close enough to what had happened between his sister and her husband. “Then again it worked out well for you…”

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Welcome to the Family Releases!

Welcome to the tour for Welcome To The Family! A debut vampire novel by Caroline F Levy, it’s out now at Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords, and Moon Rose Publishing. Why not check out a little more about the book below?

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“Do you believe in things that go bump in the night?”

At only a few hours old, Angela is left on the steps of St Paul’s church. Alone in the world, the only link she has to her past is a pink blanket bearing an emblem with two crossed swords and a snake.

A troubled childhood spent in orphanages leads to Angela attempting to rebuild her shattered life as an adult. Meeting the priest who found her eighteen years previously, she gets a job and a boyfriend, and settles into her new life.

Until she meets Jack.

Drawn to her new boss, she throws herself into work, feeling an unusual bond with people she hasn’t known very long.

Angela becomes embroiled in this new life, feeling a change within herself. A change which isn’t altogether human. Within this change she finds a terrifying secret…a secret which involves her past, her present, and definitely her future…

Welcome To The Family

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Caroline F Levy

I was born in Chatham, Kent in 1970. I now live in Yorkshire with my daughter and our five mad cats.

My first memories of any book would have been my mother reading The Enormous Turnip. It must have driven her mad, as it was always our first choice when asked what we should read tonight.

I grew up with the classics; Little Women, The Railway Children, but it would have been The House That Died and Bluebeard that I remember wanting to read.

I can remember writing a verse for the school song, and being chosen as a winner for what was then 3rd year juniors. I stopped reading so much in my late teens to my mid twenties. Life seemed to always be too busy for that pile of books I so wanted to read. It was when I went into hospital to have my daughter, that I had time to read again–and thankfully I haven’t stopped since.

However, it wasn’t until my late twenties that I realised I wanted to write. I have spent a few years trying to complete an online creative writer’s course; without much success, but it led me to what I am writing now. So never give up if you really want to write!

I am very influenced by Fantasy fiction / Horror, most of the books I read are in this genre. I have many Authors I like to follow; Anne Rice was very influential in the beginning. I also discovered Laurel K Hamilton and many, many more. I could go on about different Authors I like to read. However, I will say that this year I have also discovered there are literally, well, probably thousands of very talented Indie Authors out there. And a very welcoming and friendly bunch they are too, but I digress–yes, I get very excited about the subject of books!

I have finished my first novel called Welcome To The Family, which will be published April 29th 2013. I also have other novels in the pipeline, Nikki’s Revenge and Protecting The Family, due out later in the year.

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Lucius Speaks! Tara Wood’s Characters Stop By for a Chat!

Tara Wood and Lorecia Goings have brought us Lucius (The Fallen)

via Moon Rose Publishing

Now, as a super fantastic treat, Tara shares her characters with the Blog today! You can’t miss this one…

Tara, you know I love your work. Thank you for sharing the world of Lucius with us today. Now you sit back and relax, grab a coffee, put your feet up, and let me do the rest of the work. Mwah!

Give me just a second to rearrange my furniture a bit so everyone fits *glances nervously at all the hawt men sitting in the living room – draped across the sofas and chairs like throw blankets* – Domniel, Jude, Mordecai, Elijah…Lucius – everyone ready? *All smiles and nods from the men*

 

Let’s just jump into the questions, shall we? I know Tara and Lorecia have you all on a busy schedule these days. *laughter* So, every character on the page and off needs flaws – that’s what makes them stand out from the rest. But most of the characters in Lucius are physically flawed in some unique ways. Who would you consider to be the most flawed – emotionally?

L: *wry smirk* Anybody care to put out there how you’re screwed in the head?

*soft murmurs and furtive glances to the floor*

L: Okaaay… *laughs* I guess I’ll start. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that the fall wreaked havoc on us emotionally as well as physically. I came out the least unscathed, I suppose, since there’s nothing really physically wrong with me. But what I feel goes so deep, sometimes that turmoil is physically painful. I had a hard time relaxing. I always felt that I had to fight, that I had to do something. The sense of urgency was crippling.

*nods from the rest of the angels*

J: I don’t like to be touched.

D: *ugly snort* Understatement of the century, dude.

J: *shrugs it off* It fucking hurts. Pain is the only way my body reacts to touch. It’s okay, though. I’m dealing.

D: *snorts again* If you say so.

*awkward silence*

L: I don’t know that one of us is more broken than the other. We all had our part to play in how we got here, and the physical punishments are manifestations of the consequences of those actions. There is an emotional tie to the physical. They’re connected. And it’s something we’ve never really discussed amongst ourselves. *goes quiet* It’s sort of like living it all over again.  Losing Heaven wrecked us in different ways. All of them painful.

 

If the pain between you is equal, surely who you see as a leader isn’t? Is there anyone of the group that stands out as the ‘leader’?

J, D, M, E: *in unison* Lucius.

E: *signing* It’s always been Lucius.

 

I’ve got to say I figured as much. There’s a certain air of…respect…around Lucius. So, at the end of the day (or night) when things calms down for you all…how do you like to relax?

D: Wild Turkey and hookers.

M: *rolls eyes* Lige and  I read a lot.

D: That’s all you do. You’re boring as shit.

E: *flips Domniel his middle finger* *group laughs*

J: *smiles* I’ll take the Turkey. No hookers.

L: I’m beginning to enjoy quiet evenings in with Persephone.

*loud, agonizing groan from group*

L: What? There’s more to life than drinking and getting laid.

J: That’s real nice, boss. When you find out what that is, you let us know.

 

Awwww, Lucius just won points with his love, that’s for sure! Who has the kinkiest sex fantasy of the group? Yes, you must share it with us.

D: I might have imagined my own harem once. All those nubile female bodies so eager to please. Then again, maybe that’s Tuesday.

L: Dom….

D: What? Hey, I kept it clean. You’ll notice the big guy over there hasn’t piped up. *points to Jude* That motherfucker over there’s probably into whips and chains and shit. And the Wonder Twins are a set. Nobody seems to want to talk about that. *jerks head toward Mordecai and Elijah* How many chicks have you seen come between them?

L: Dom…

D: *flashes bright grin* I mean, compared to you guys, I’m the only normal one in the bunch. I just happen to indulge a lot more often than the rest of you. I can’t help it the ladies find me exotic and hot. It’s the hair. Chicks dig my hair.

 

*Eyes Jude, Mordecai and Elijah with interest but moves on after being ignored* Gentlemen, if any of you could reverse your roles in Lucius (The Fallen), who would want a change – and why?

J: *eyes downcast* I would rather be any one of you than myself. I wouldn’t wish this on anybody.

M: I think I would trade with Lige. *pats Elijah on the shoulder* So I would know what’s it’s like to be the other part of me.

E: *smiles at Mordecai* *signs for Lucius to translate* Agreed. I would love to switch with Cai. At least then I wouldn’t have to listen to all the shit that falls out of Dom’s mouth.

*laughter*

 

*Laughs* Jude, I’m hugging you in my mind, love. Staying on topic (sorta) – Can you tell us what your meaning of ‘Love’ is, and have you ever been in love?

D: A soft, warm, willing female body. I love that.

*Elijah and Mordecai snort loudly* *Jude and Lucius roll eyes*

L: I think love is different for all of us. I found Persephone. She has a good heart and a beautiful smile. And I love the way she makes me feel. She makes me a better man. That’s love.

If love really does conquer all, what challenges have you overcome in the name of love?

L: *grins* Killed some demons, got my wings back.

*group applauds*

 

*Claps wildly, then composes self* So, describe your definition of ‘true love’ for us…

L: Persephone.

J: Something that is all-encompassing, that stops your heart, that makes you feel like you can’t breathe. Something that lasts forever.

E: *nods in agreement* *gives a thumbs up*

M: The sound of laughter. *Elijah smiles and nudges his shoulder*

D: *sniffs* Doesn’t exist. It’s a fairytale for chicks.

*group shoots Domniel a sad look*

 

*Jots down notes to ask Dom more about this at a later time* On the flip-side of love is hate. Tell us more about your relationship with Lucifer.

L: *glares* Next question.

 

Ok. If you could spend five minutes alone in a room with Lucifer, but you could not touch each other, what would you say to him?

D: *lowers voice to menacing* I believe the man said next question. Let’s move on, shall we?

 

Point taken. Moving on. *wiggles uncomfortably in chair* Tell us more about what’s in store for all of you.

L: *with conviction* Doesn’t matter. It’s in His hands. Whatever path he puts forth, we will follow. We serve Him.

*group nods with sober expressions*

 

 

I think I hear Tara calling for your return. She’s done sharing you, I’m afraid. Thank you all for joining us today and sharing a little bit more about you. I know I don’t speak only for myself when I say that I can’t WAIT to see what happens to you next! Much love to you all! *Stands and hugs the men one by one, except for Jude*

 

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Meet Elle J. Rossi’s ‘Keller O’Leary’ from Crimson Beat!

Moon Rose Publishing has just released their newest book, A CELTIC TAPESTRY!

 

An anthology between eight authors, each one has taken their own twist on one of the Celtic festivals of the year. From sunny spring to chilly winter, everyone’s favourite season is given a fresh and enticing take in this wonderful collection. To celebrate, Moon Rose Publishing is also hosting a fabulous giveaway as part of the release!

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The wheel of the year turns, bringing the joy of spring, the warmth of summer, the richness of autumn, and the merriment of winter. But eight Celtic festivals link these seasons together, bringing with them romance, lust, danger, and even magic. From a city under threat from night-time creatures at Ostara, to a selkie caught by the light of the Lughnasadh moon, to a writer caught in the flames of a fiery goddess at Imbolc. Eight authors have come together to give their own twist on these festivals, weaving each story with a blend of myth, magic, and contemporary telling…to create A Celtic Tapestry.

Excerpt from Crimson Beat by Elle J Rossi

Somebody is going to die tonight.

“Oh, lucky me. It’s Josie. I see you’ve joined the living.”

I stop and squint into the dark interior of Wolfie’s, where I tend bar five nights a week and sometimes on Sunday. Annoyance wraps its prickly arms around me, instantly changing my mood from thoughtful to combative. Perhaps the cocky bartender has a death wish. So what if I’m a little late tonight and didn’t show up for work last night? I don’t have to explain my reasons or whereabouts to this knob. At least I’m here now. Sore, but here. As for the living part, I can’t really claim to be completely alive—not in the human sense of the word—but no chance will I be sharing that bit of juice with the tool behind the bar. The less he knows the better. Same goes for most of the general population.

Ignorance is bliss. Especially this time of year. Ostara—the Spring Equinox—is one of only two times a year when light equals dark. When the secluded lore creatures come out of hiding to wreak havoc on the innocent. When daywalkers and nightwalkers co-exist for a full twenty-four hours. A recipe for disaster, also known as: My Busiest Season.

Even now, I’m scanning the crowd, alert and ready to protect. Humans are so unassuming, so blasé when it comes to their safety. In their defense, they don’t know what lurks around the dark corners at night. I do, and it isn’t pretty.

I’m Josie Hawk.

I’m a killer. Literally. Technically I’m classified as a Huntress (even though I’m only a half-breed), but the ultimate outcome of any given hunt is death. Be it by hand or weapon—I prefer blades with blinged-out handles. It isn’t easy, but it’s who I am. My father taught me how to hunt and how to live. My mother, God rest her soul, taught me how to love fiercely. But then she died and took most of that love with her. The fierce part I kept though. I hold it close, like a baby clutches a blanket, security in the purest sense. If I’m fierce, I’m alive. If I’m alive, I can hunt. And if I can hunt, I can protect the people of my city.

To most, I’m just another bartender in another bar. Friendly enough, even if a little off with my over the top opinions and fashion choices. I don’t mind being off. I suppose some killers might prefer to blend, become part of the scenery. Not me. I prefer to be the brightest flower in the bunch. The red rose stashed in a white bouquet. The lone neon sign on the dark street.

As I sashay by in my zombie stompers and ripped fishnets, I try hard not to limp from my recently injured ankle, because let’s face it, limping totally ruins the whole sashay effect.

But I can’t be that flashy all the time. Not when I’m hunting. The time between last call and dawn, I become part of the shadows, part of the night. I spend so many hours there, it’s no wonder I prefer the spotlight in my off time.

*‘Copyright of Elle J Rossi*

Author Bio

 

Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sights and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places.

After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She’d found a new love. She’d found her escape.

Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she’s creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and two cats that rules the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn’t get lost in the enchanted forest.  She wouldn’t have it any other way.

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And now for the giveaway! Well, what IS the free stuff? Moon Rose Publishing, as part of the A CELTIC TAPESTRY tour, is giving away a ton of good stuff. You could win a print copy of A CELTIC TAPESTRY, a sticker pack, bookmarks, a beautiful necklace and jewelled bookmark from Tara S Wood, or an e-book of the anthology!

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Interview with Elle J. Rossi’s Keller O’Leary, from Crimson Beat

 

Thanks for being here today, Keller. Sit back and relax and please do your best to keep your fangs to yourself…I have somewhere to be later and getting blood on my nice white top just won’t be acceptable. I do hope you understand.

It’s a pleasure to be here, Trish. Rest assured, I’m well fed these days.

It might bring up some tough feelings, but how did you become a vampire – who turned you?

Aye, uttering his name has the potential to summon him. Trust me, love, you don’t want him here. You’d never make it to your evening engagement.  What I can tell you is that my turning was intentional. Part of a bigger plan. I donnae know how many he’s sired over the years, but I know the time nears when he will call us to his side. We’re bound to go. It is a time I’m not looking forward to.

Exactly how old are you, Keller?

My human birth year was 1892. I was turned in 1919 at the onset of the Irish civil war. Let’s see. That makes me a mere 121 years old, which is fairly young for an immortal.

What is the biggest secret you hold close to your heart?

I cannae bear to lose Josie. She is my heart. She holds my soul. The time will come when we will both have to make a choice. I fear her answer will not be the same as mine.

Can you tell me the story about how you met the lovely Josie Hawk?

I have my sister to thank for that. Sage has a fondness for country music. Nashville is the perfect fit for her. She introduced me to Josie right after Josie stomped me with her combat boot and tried to stake me to the ground. Josie is fierce. Shall we say her blood sang to me? She didn’t quite see it that way. Still doesn’t, I’m sure. But I’m infectious. And persistent.

Where do you see your relationship with Josie going? You seem fated to be together, but life does happen…

Aye, we are fated. Deliciously so. Getting Josie to realize that is a daily struggle. One I enjoy, I might add. There are several ways to remind her that we’re better together than apart. My intention is to spend eternity with her. You say life happens. I’m more concerned with death. Hers. Perhaps we should change the subject.

So, you play in a band. What’s your favorite song to do?

We can blame Josie and Sage for this answer: Kerosene by Miranda Lambert. Mad drums in that tune.

Do you have any tattoos?

Actually, I don’t have any. I’m a little old fashioned in that way.

If you were offered a cure for vampirism, would you take it?

That would depend entirely on Josie and what the future holds for us. I will not stand idle and watch her grow old while I remain unchanged. I cannae do that. I won’t.

Is sex any different as a vampire?

Aye. Very. Sex is exquisite. Every sound is amplified. Every whisper of a touch becomes utter eroticism. The taste…  The bite… It’s a bonding of souls when there is love between the partners. You become one and many and nothing and everything. Aye, very different.

If you had one wish to make, what would you wish for?

I wish to spend eternity with the only woman I have ever loved.

Lucius; The Fallen Rises!

Welcome to the release tour of Lucius; The Fallen!

The first in a hotly-anticipated series, it follows the leader of a band of hard-living, hard-drinking angels after their fall to earth. The series will span six books, each one more enticing than the last! Keep reading to find out more, and check out our giveaway at the end……AND a special surprise if you’ve ever wanted to ask the authors a question!

“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”

Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill- fated decision cast them out of Heaven.

Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.

 

 

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Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders…and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.

Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.

But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever…fallen?

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The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one.

“Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?”

Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell’s everywhere. I’ll follow it and see what I find.”

“Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel.

Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?”

“Yeah, man, out here.”

He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone.

A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented.

She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.”

Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Domniel snarled.

She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.”

His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No shit, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.”

She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else’s sidewalk, don’t you?”

Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel’s shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs.

“Hello, Khemrhy.”

“Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper.

Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?”

Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.”

Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel’s mouth and said, “We think there’s a second one. Did you see anything?”

“Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it.

As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I’ll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don’t trust the bitch.”

“Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you’re blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.”

Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn’t remove any limbs. This time.

“A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.”

As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I lost her! Where is she? I don’t speak finger-fuck!”

Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess.

Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel.

From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck’s bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head.

The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him.

“Get…off me… fucking bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights.

Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the fuck happened? Dom?”

“Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius.

Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.”

The sound of the Triumph’s throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street.

Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan.

Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could’ve killed you, dumbass.”

Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get ‘Magic Fingers’ over here – good to go.”

Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel.

“Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I’m not fucking carrying his wiseass back.”

They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles.

“Just fucking get to it, mute. My balls are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel’s eyes fluttered closed in between gasps.

Jude snorted. “Why can’t you be the mute?”

Lucius held a hand up, silencing them.

Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel’s chest and took a deep breath.

Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “Fuck, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.”

“Shut up,” Lucius warned.

Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.

 

 

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Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

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Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.

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