Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.
Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
Today I'm offering snippets from The Beltane Witch, a paranormal romance, and Book 2 in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Sabrina Foxglove knocked herself out at the coffee shop and now she's at an mysterious misty world. Darius has found her, he must convince her to come with him before things get worse.
Sabrina gritted
her teeth and flailed for his hand, desperate to reach him. When his warm
fingers closed around her frozen skin, relief flooded through her as he drew
her into his embrace.
“There you go, acushla.” Darius gathered her into the
folds of his coat as he wrapped his arms around her. “You’re safe now. I’ve got
you.”
As soon as she
touched him, her lungs expanded and blessedly sweet air filled her chest. Her
belly burned and her head ached, but everything paled before the wonderful
ability to simply inhale. Never taking it
for granted again.
“I couldn’t
breathe.” Her voice rasped no louder than a whisper, but any sound made her
happy.
“I know, acushla, but you’re all right now. Come,
let’s get to solid ground.”
Darius shifted
his body to escort her the remaining steps to the terminus before the great
tree, never releasing her waist. She kept her gaze focused on the hazy
branches, but the scents of autumn leaves baking in the sunshine and pumpkin
spices filled her nose. As much as she loved spring, the scents of the harvest
season gave her comfort, and his natural scents, mixed with the leather he
wore, brought the harvest alive.
Goddess
of all, he smells wonderful.
“Sorry?”
Crap. Did she
say it aloud? “I said it smells wonderful here now that I can breathe.”
“I’m glad you
can. I thought I’d lost you.” Darius’s voice sounded remarkably serious.
“Lost me? So I was dying?” A sick feeling hit Sabrina’s
stomach as she reached the tree, touching its marbled bark. “I was that close?”
His teal eyes
held no humor. “You stopped breathing when you hit your head.”
Sabrina frowned.
“I hit my head?”
“In the coffee
house.”
She looked
around at the misty environs. “Where are we now, then?”
“At the bridge.”
A rather obvious
answer, but she realized he’d capitalized the first letters: The Bridge. She
swallowed hard. “Like the Rainbow Bridge of Norse beliefs?”
“The very same.”
Sabrina looked
back over her shoulder at the rope bridge disappearing into the mists. “I stood
on the other side. I was on Tír na nÓg.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Goddess, my
children.” She clutched his shirt.
“They are well,
little witch, and so are you. But we must come back to the conscious world or
there will be more trouble than just a little headache.”
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