Sunday, June 19, 2016

Paranormal Attractions Sneak Peak: My Blood Runs Blue

Paranormal Attractions Sneak Peeks!

 Today's Sneak Peek is at My Blood Runs Blue by Stacy Eaton


“Jules….Thanks for coming on such short notice,” Alexander said as I walked into the room. 

Yeah, like I had a choice, I thought. “Yes, of course, sir. I came as soon as I got your text message.” He knew I was lying. I had actually put off showing up for almost two hours. I always dreaded coming to see my boss. Once my best friend, he was now just the person I took my orders from. There was a lot of tension coiled around us, and even after forty years, you could still feel it in the air when we were in the same room. 
He would never forgive me, I would never forgive myself. 

Alexander locked his arrogant eyes on me. I saw the skin around them tighten while his jaw clenched. I leaned back in the black leather chair across from his desk with a calm expression and crossed my right leg over my left, resting my ankle on my knee. I waited, looking him straight in the eye, and tried to appear relaxed, even though I was wound up and ready to explode. But he knew that, no matter how calm I seemed.
Dark green eyes, the deep rich color of emeralds, regarded me from a strong, solid face. Long blond wavy hair fell to his shoulders and surrounded his angular features. He was wearing one of his normal suits, and as usual, no tie. Most people would have taken the jacket off to sit at their own desk, but not Alexander. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen him without his suit coat on. But then again, I avoided him at all costs.

The office where we met was filled with expensive decor, including a dark cherry desk with matching chairs. The cherry frames on the wall held expensive original works of art. The entire room was done in deep rich colors showing taste and elegance all at once. No windows…none at all. But our type did not like windows; we avoided the sunlight whenever possible. 

Finally, Alexander rolled his shoulders back and continued. “Jules, I know you have been working on this case for a while, trying to locate Damon.” He paused and tapped a pen on his desk twice before leaning back in his chair. “Well, it appears he has surfaced again.” He was regarding me closely to see how the words would affect me.
As much as I hated to react around Alex, my eyes widened for a mere second, and I stiffened. Pure hate coursed through my veins, my eyeteeth slowly lengthening at the mere mention of his name. Damon. We had been searching for him for thirty-seven years, waiting to find him and drive a stake through his already dead heart. 

I controlled my emotions the best I could and took a slow deep breath, making sure my teeth had retracted before answering. “Where?” was all I could get out through my tightly pressed lips. 

Alexander knew that I was trying to retain control. If anyone knew the hatred I felt for Damon, it was him. It was something we shared—the only thing we shared these days. He didn’t have to hear inside my mind or see my expression; he could feel my emotions. It was one of his many gifts. He knew I wanted nothing more than to find Damon and end his existence…forever. 

“It appears that he might be in eastern Pennsylvania. Our sources say there have been some attacks on our kind in an area west of Philadelphia. It’s his normal pattern of killing.” He waited to take in my reaction. When he got none, he continued. “We aren’t certain that they are all from our breed, but the ones we have been able to confirm look to be ours.”

So close…he was so damn close right now. Just across the state line of New York lay Pennsylvania. I knew his behavior, knew it all too well; I had fallen victim to it. No, not myself, but people I had loved. People I would never see again: my wife and love of my life, Calista, and our beautiful five-year-old daughter, Anastasia.
“Julian, if you want someone else to go after him, I can send Gabe—” he started to say.

“No, Alexander, I can do this alone. I want him. I need to finish this myself,” I was quick to reply. 

“You’re taking this personally, Jules.” He put his hand up to stop me when I would have interrupted. “You know it is better to not have a personal attachment to your assignment. I have allowed you to stay on this case because I know how good you are and how focused you can be. I also figure that maybe your close attachment to him might help you find him, to allow us to finally grieve and move on.” He looked down at his desk, knowing he had made a mistake in his words as he fingered the expensive pen in his hand. 

I caught the “us” in there. Yeah, you loved her, too. But she chose me.
I couldn’t repress the sigh as I looked down at the beautifully hand-sewn Oriental rug at my feet, not really seeing it, but noticing its bright reds and blues, the same colors that were swirling around in my mind. Red for hatred and blue for the loss I had suffered. I was taking it personally, I knew that, but I would not allow any other warrior to find Damon and take him to the other world. This would be my vengeance, and mine alone. 

 About the Author:

Stacy Eaton 

For sixteen years Stacy Eaton worked in law enforcement with her last three being assigned to full time investigations. Her favorite thing about being a detective was putting the puzzle pieces together to figure it all out. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She served on the Board of Directors for her local Domestic Violence Center from 2013 until 2016 and is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a tween daughter who working on her second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and loves cheerleading. Her husband is also in law enforcement. She loves music and photography. Stacy has published 14 stories to date, with several more coming out in in the next year.

Twitter: @StacySEaton

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