Hello! I’m posting this week’s newsletter pretty late tonight. It’s been a busy weekend, but a productive one. I hope you’ve had a great one as well!
I just finished the first draft of the gothic romance I’ve been working on. Time to put it aside for a bit before starting revisions. I’ve also started the third story in the Witches and Demons series.
This week there have been several wonderful guests here at this blog and at the Compelling Beasts Blog. Visit the links below to find out more.
Recent Guest Bloggers
Upcoming Guest Bloggers
August 31 – Zenobia Renquist
September 01 – JJ Lore
Recent Guests at the Compelling Beasts Blog
Upcoming Guests at the Compelling Beasts Blog
September 03 – Lisa Carlisle
September 04 – Blog Tour: Fur, Fangs and Secrets
Excerpt of the Week:
Marksmen by Saloni Quinby
Tarun and Bryce stood outside the door. Blood flowed from a deep bite on Tarun’s neck. Claw marks streaked Bryce’s face and his shirt was torn and bloodstained.
“He needs blood, but he damn near killed us,” Tarun said.
“Let me in.” Brayden strode forward.
“Bray, he could very well destroy you,” Bryce said. “He didn’t even recognize me.”
“He’ll know me,” Brayden said. “Now let me pass.”
Tarun and Bryce exchanged glances, then Tarun pulled back the bolts and opened the door. Brayden stepped into the dark hold and Tarun slammed the door shut behind him.
His vampiric eyes saw well in the darkness. Ansley crouched in a corner, his breathing ragged. His clothes were torn and soaked in sweat. Ringlets of dark hair clung to his face and neck. He glared at Brayden with wild, red-tinged eyes — the eyes of a starving animal.
“Ans, I’m here to help you.”
Growling, Ansley leapt at Brayden and knocked him onto his back. Straddling him, he bared his fangs, about to tear Brayden’s throat. Despite his fear, at that moment Brayden was willing to suffer a painful bite. If Ansley didn’t feed enough to satisfy his hunger, he’d die. Mathias had starved him, driven off his humanity and left him desperate. This hunger — this rage — had to end, either by feeding or death. Brayden couldn’t bear the thought of losing his closest friend– a man he loved more than his own life.
Something stopped Ansley from biting. His brow furrowed and the suffering in his eyes tore at Brayden’s heart. Despite his pain and need, he somehow recognized Brayden and was fighting off his hunger.
“It’s all right.” Brayden tilted his head, exposing his neck. “Take me, Ans. We’ll either live or die together.”