Winter Bound is out in the wild for all the world to read. After taking most of September to finalize the details for the release, like formatting and pricing, I have also wanted to share a few 'sneak peeks' throughout October.
A special shout out to those who check out my blog, my site, my writing and considering purchasing my re-vamped debut novel. These sneak peeks are dedicated to you.
The following scene is from Chapter 5, with Zikie, Alastor, and a very deprived and thirsty Nada:
“I don’t necessarily want to feed from you, no offense.” I leaned back and let him go.
Though I need to.
Maybe he’ll fall for it.
“None taken. I thought I—”
He took a few steps away from the door with his back turned to me, and I grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him back to the wall, and then punctured my fangs into the skin of his neck with the speed of a viper. That speed was one of the characteristics I was happy to inherit. I don’t like it when my feedings are too easy. When they just let me take their blood.
Blood was something that many people took for granted. It’s why I never cared for the clubs and lounges where people just volunteered their blood for vampires. I can blame my cousins for developing my preference in how I take blood. They were the same way. It was literally worth fighting for. My huntress wanted to earn that flowing crimson liquid.
Zikie couldn’t make a sound, and other than clenching his hands on my back, he didn’t really move. Not that he was able to move much. I didn’t want to kill or change him. I just wanted to taste him. If I wound up meeting my demise for feasting on his blood, it would be worth it. This was the blood that drove vampires into obsession looking for it.
I experienced his magic as it flowed through his bloodstream and danced on my tongue. It was an intense energy, and as the blood fell into my inner core, the power took its time reaching out to my extremities. It was like explosions of ecstasy entering my system, my body, and leaving trails of replenishing relaxation. My huntress was delighted. My worries of whatever happened before now disintegrated. Within a few minutes of this intoxication, I began to slip in and out of awareness of my surroundings. I relaxed my grip on my prize and was calmly fading into another place.
A man walked in from what I could only think would be another living room, and I instantly became still once I noticed him. I felt all the air escape my lungs. He was taller than me, about Zikie’s height, and had an athletic build as well. He was dressed in jeans and a black, long-sleeved, button-down shirt and had black, shaggy bed-head hair. Smooth scars covered his light skin on the neck and face. His eyes were what got to me; they were the most comforting dark green-gray eyes I’ve ever seen. So familiar, they were. I didn’t think that was how I would die, but if it meant seeing him again… If he was going to escort and welcome me into the afterlife, then here I was. I never thought that I would see him again.
“Marius?” I breathed.
Images faded into blurriness as my eyes became heavier. I was melting into a very heavy sleep. Maybe I didn’t escape from Roddrich and instead died in the process, and this entire trip with Zikie was just leading me here, to him. Marius right here, alive and well after I had seen him die.
I felt that Zikie managed to catch me and lay me gently on the floor. I wanted to embrace Marius but couldn’t manage to move my body out of its much-needed rest. This didn’t happen whenever I fed from a mortal. I wanted Marius to share this delicious blood with me. He would enjoy it too!
The man that I still didn’t believe was Marius looked at Zikie with an arched eyebrow and half a smirk. “Care to explain this one?”
Zikie was standing back up and covering his fresh wound. For some reason, even when we hit an artery, no one died from bleeding out just from the bite alone. Vampires had some magic too. I’ve never seen a mortal recover from me biting them that fast. However, Zikie was not a mortal, he was a warlock and a werewolf and so very delicious. I just had supernatural blood and yet found myself not caring. How could I when I felt so relaxed and Marius was here? My eyes finally closed. The last thing I remember hearing was Zikie asking a question.
“Well?” Zikie sighed. “What do you do on Wednesday nights?”
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