Showing posts with label Paranormal Attractions. Show all posts
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Monday, June 20, 2016
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
Website: http://stacyeaton.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Stacy-Eaton/e/B005KQIJY8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/BlueBlood4Life/
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Official release is June 20th
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Paranormal Attractions Sneak Peeks: Instinct
Paranormal Attractions Sneak Peeks!
Today's Sneak Peek is at Instinct
by J.A. Belfield
Excerpt:
Beside the forest stream, a fallen trunk
from winter last provided a sufficient resting place for Jem. If James detected
the hint of a human alongside a trail of my own, he would be furious, so it
seemed the best area to take her, as the hunts rarely stretched that far to the
northeast.
Her skirt splayed around her to drape over
the log and moist ground, as her outstretched hands offered balance to her
bowed back. The sun seeping through the branches lent a glow to her cheeks and raised
chest.
Head resting against my linked fingers, I
lay upon a blanket of twigs and scattered fern beside the riverbank and watched
her face tilt toward the sky.
“It is quite beautiful here,” she said. “I
have never been surrounded by such silence.”
“The forest is never silent, Jem.”
I heard plenty: the breeze and the
susurrant whispers of its passing, the gurgles of the river as it travelled its
merry journey, the chirp of fledglings in the highest of branches, scurrying,
wings, pecking, the faint and distant gobbling of a fox.
“I hear nothing but the wind.”
“Because that is all you expect to hear.” I
rolled up and knelt before her. “Close your eyes.”
Her chin lowered, and she narrowed her
stare, but I brushed my fingers over her lids until they dropped and held my
hand over them.
Leaning close to her ear, I whispered,
“Trust me.”
“Is that another of your attempts at
humour?”
“Do you find me amusing?”
“Not at all.”
I chuckled before hushing her to be quiet.
“Listen carefully. What do you truly hear?”
It took immense effort to show restraint
whilst so near. A tilt of my head revealed the hint of her small breasts, peeking
from the bodice of her dress, and each intake of her scent sent shivers down my
spine.
“The wind,” she whispered, her breath
skating over my cheek.
“Not good enough. Try harder.”
The breeze she spoke of blew through on the
river’s current and toyed with her hair. At that moment, I wished I were the
wind, free to dance across her flesh, seep through her clothing, and explore
the forbidden depths of her body beneath.
“Birds,” she said, her murmur drawing me
back.
“What else?” I asked.
She gave a sigh before falling quiet.
Pulling back to study her, I smiled at her
frown of concentration, and had urges I wished I didn’t have to suppress, as
her lips parted to allow the passage of her breaths. When I moved back to her
ear, her hair blew around to tickle my cheek, and her artery drummed against my
jaw, matching the throb of my own below. Considering tasting her pulsation, I
tilted my head toward the flesh there.
“I hear you, Mr Holloway,” she whispered,
causing me to pause. “I hear your breaths and the beat of your heart.”
Leaning back, I removed my hand from her
eyes, but she did not open them.
“There is gentle thunder somewhere deep
within your chest,” she continued, and when she lifted her lids, her moist eyes
glistened like two pools on a winter’s eve.
The urge to tear at her clothing, and
relieve myself of the pressure her presence encouraged, rushed at me with the
force of a malignant wolf. Yet, taking a deep breath that shuddered my
shoulders, I did not. Rather, fingers cramping against fulfilling my needs, I
took her hand and introduced her to more that the forest had to offer.
Oddly, my first day with a female I did not
devour turned out to be one of my most favoured.
About the Author:
J.A.
Belfield lives in Solihull, England, with the best husband in the world, aka Mr
B, a couple of back-chatting but pretty cool kids, a pooch she treats likes the
baby of the house, and a couple of scrawny cats that like to vomit in
unnecessary places.
Although
best known for her Holloway Pack series: DARKNESS & LIGHT (July 2011, J.
Taylor Publishing / September 2014 J.A. Belfield), INSTINCT (February2012, J.
Taylor Publishing / January 2015 J.A. Belfield), ETERNAL (July 2012, J. Taylor
Publishing), BLUE MOON (December 2012, J. Taylor Publishing), RESONANCE (April
2013, J. Taylor Publishing), CAGED (August 2013, J. Taylor Publishing), and
UNNATURAL (April 2014, J. Taylor Publishing), amongst other titles, she is
currently trawling her way through a New Adult Post-Apocalyptic and would LOVE
to try her hand at YA. Maybe she will.
TWITTER: https://www.twitter.com/jabelfield
/ @JABelfield
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/J.A.-Belfield/e/B0055EAPEC/
WEBSITE: http://www.jabelfield.com/
INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/jabelfield72 Pre-Order it NOW!
Official release is June 20th
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