Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked! Today I have the opportunity to spotlight multipublished author J. Annas Walker. Her newest release The Jewel of Darkness from Siren Publishing is out and she's offered an excerpt for you to enjoy.
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Brandon Thorpe and Sabrina Rivers-Thorpe have enjoyed six months of wedded bliss, but Sabrina’s been keeping a secret. Her transformation into a vampire created a magical disturbance in the Underworld. Now, Death is coming for what’s his.
But is Death the only thing stalking Sabrina? Brandon and Hadrian, Sabrina’s father, bring in Delilah, a demon, to act as detective and magical keeper. But Sabrina’s bloodlines are unique, and magic responds to her in unpredictable ways. Has Brandon’s efforts to keep her safe just made her a bigger, more valuable target? Is she even a vampire at all?
To what depths will Sabrina have to go to satisfy Death’s demands? Can she do it using her own powers? Can Brandon find a way to keep the Underworld from claiming Sabrina for its own? Can they even survive, if he doesn’t? What if Death isn’t the only one looking to do her harm? In the darkness, can a single jewel save them all?
STORY EXCERPT
Sabrina
turned her face up to the hot spray. It felt good to push the water through her
long, black hair. When finished, she gave the knobs a firm twist and reached
out for the towel. The soft pile of fluffy fabric drank up the droplets as she
stepped out of the shower. She used it as a wrap, tucking the edge in at the
front to hold it up over her breasts. A second towel found its way around her
head, twisted about her hair.
She
padded over to the sink. Steam fogged the mirror over the marble vanity,
allowing her to see an outline but no details. She started to wipe the surface
clear but thought better of it. Instead she grabbed her toothbrush and the
paste.
A
quick dip through the trickle of water left on in the sink wet the brush enough
to use. The mint-flavored gel foamed quickly. Sabrina made sure to carefully
work the bristles around her fangs.
She
pulled the towel from her hair and dropped it on the floor. Tilting her head to
the side, she placed her lips under the faucet to pull water into her mouth.
She rinsed out the paste twice and turned off the tap.
Before
she could stand up, a hand reached through the mirror, grabbing a fistful of
her hair. Sabrina screamed and braced herself against the sink. The hand tried
to drag her through the rippling, silvered surface of the mirror.
A
low voice growled, “You will be mine.”
“No!
Brandon, help me!” Sabrina screamed.
Two
strong hands squeezed her shoulders and shook her hard. That was not right. He
needed to pull her to safety, not shake her up and down.
“Sabrina!
Sabrina, wake up! Come on honey, wake up,” he said.
Brandon’s
voice broke through her terror. She opened her eyes to see the serious look he
wore. Tears slid down the sides of her face. She glanced around the room to
make sure of her surroundings.
“It
was just a dream. You’re safe at home and with me,” he cooed gently.
He
rolled to one side and took her with him, cuddling her like a frightened child.
Kissing her forehead, he took an edge of the sheet and wiped away her tears.
Strong arms encircled her like a cage, pressing the side of her head to his
chest.
Sabrina
listened for a heartbeat, but only silence filled the space. She sniffed back a
sob and closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply, she took in his honey-amber scent and
relaxed. The fear subsided as she found comfort in her husband’s embrace.
A
knock on the door interrupted the peace Brandon brought her. From the weight of
the rap, she knew it was her father. He joined them for breakfast most
evenings. Tonight, he came early.
“Is
everything okay? Those had better be screams of pleasure I heard,” Hadrian said
through the closed door. There was a hint of jest to his tone, but Sabrina felt
certain there was also a thinly veiled threat.
Before
he chose to become a vampire, Hadrian ruled the known world as a Roman emperor.
For him, old habits did not die hard. They never died at all.
“Yes,
sir,” Brandon called back. He nuzzled Sabrina’s cheek and kissed her again. “Do
you want to tell me about it?”
“It
was so real. My scalp is still prickling from where the hand had my hair,” she
replied.
“What
were you doing this time?”
“Brushing
my teeth. I leaned in to rinse, and someone grabbed me. I didn’t see anything
but a wrist. The mirror steamed up. I screamed for you, and then, I woke up,”
she answered, fighting back more tears.
She
pulled herself free and sat up. In the dresser’s mirror, she saw pink streaks
on her face. Her hair tumbled around her, covering her naked breasts.
Sabrina
asked, “Will it ever end?” She spoke more to her mirror self but said the
thought aloud.
Brandon
sat up with her, placing one arm around her. The other hand rested on her
nearest shoulder. He rested his forehead against the side of her head.
“You’ve
been through a lot. It’s only been six months. Give it some time,” he
whispered.
“Time,”
she said. “I have plenty of that now, don’t I?”
She
pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. His bare flesh felt good between
her thighs. Lifting her arms to stretch, she brushed her hair back from her
body, revealing her breasts. The feel of the thick, blue-black curls brushing
her nipples caused them to tighten.
Brandon
grinned, flashing his fangs. “Oh, if your father wasn’t waiting, what wouldn’t
I like to do to you right now?” He traced his fingers along the tops of her
thighs to her waist. Palming her hips, he pressed her against his hardening
dick.
Sabrina
giggled.
Hadrian’s
gruff, impatient voice called back through the closed door, “Well, he is
waiting, and he doesn’t want to know the answer to that question.”
Sabrina
covered her mouth with both hands to suppress another giggle. If it had been
possible, she might have blushed. She only met her father six months ago.
Although married, she still became embarrassed at the thought of his hearing
her and Brandon.
Brandon
pulled her hands free. “Don’t hide those beautiful fangs. We’re at home and can
do anything we want to with each other. There’s nothing shameful in a man
wanting his wife.”
“You’re
right, but I suppose we should get dressed. Let’s go eat,” she agreed.
She
bounded out of bed, scooping up her robe off the floor as she did. She glanced
back to find Brandon leaned against the headboard. Staring for a moment, she
took in the sight and thought how lucky she was to have him.
His
dark brown eyes looked at her appraisingly. A wide smile spread across his
face. The tip of his tongue toyed with his fang points. Thickly corded arms
folded behind his head made him seem casual and laid-back. Broad shoulders and
a sculpted chest tapered down to washboard abs and a narrow waist. A sheet of
white silk hid everything else.
Her
nipples hardened into peaks just seeing him, knowing he belonged to her. She
bit at her bottom lip and dropped the robe. She wanted to climb back onto the
bed and stay there with him for the rest of the night.
The Jewel of Darkness
For J. Annas Walker:
I
started my love affair with vampires as a kid by reading Bram Stoker’s
Dracula. It was the only vampire book our little local library branch
had back then. Then, I discovered mail order books and fell in love
with the tortured characters in Interview with a Vampire. In the mid
80’s, the most amazing thing happened! My family bought a VCR, and I
was finally able to see movies! All the vampire flicks I could beg for
flickered across the screen, making the love affair into a passionate,
lifelong relationship. Today, I write fantasy and paranormal romance
and never pass up a chance to pair up vampires with the less-than-usual
characters. Witches and elves currently top my list. I love weaving
vampires into legends and myths where none exist. It’s my private world
of the erotic, weird, and wonderful, and I invite every reader to go
along for the ride.
You can find her here:
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