Love's Prophecy
Dark
warriors of might...
Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill
demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new
assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in
the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient
legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy
and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon
spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the
world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the
role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she
brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind,
the world, and the woman he loves. Does he have the courage to let the one
woman who could heal his wounded heart and soul go, or will he bind her to him
for all eternity?
Small
warriors of light...
Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love
and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships has left her
bitter. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious
stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all
reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. As Breeana’s drawn deeper into
his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend.
Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their
enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince
Mel her place is at his side. A life-altering choice is before her—one that
will take all her courage and love to make.
Excerpt:
“I'm doing this for your own
good,” Mel shouted.
“My own good? You're doing this for your own good.” Breeana’s
eyes widened. “Oh…my God. You never loved me.”
“How can you say that—”
“If you did, you wouldn't be able to imagine a second without me,
so—go to hell!” She jabbed a finger toward the door, her body vibrating with
unrestrained rage and pain. “Get out.”
Mel grabbed her arm, but she jerked it from his grasp. “Breeana,
you're better off without me. Please try to understand. This isn't easy for me
either.”
Madness completely took over and she spun away, screaming, “Don't
touch me! Just…leave so I can pack.” She marched across the room to the closet
and grabbed her bag.
“Breeana, please listen to me.” He tried to stop her by stepping in
her way, but she stalked around him, grabbing her clothes along the way,
shoving them into the bag.
On her way to the bathroom, she stopped and glanced at him over her
shoulder. He stood in the middle of the room, his face a mask of hurt and pain.
“You're right about one thing, I do hate you. I hate you for breaking my heart.
I hate you for deceiving me, but most of all, I hate you because you're a
coward.” The last one was low but she really didn't give a shit. She wanted to
hurt him. Wanted him to feel as miserable and dead inside as she did.
“If you believe nothing else, believe that I love you and always
will.” He took a cautious step toward her but she backed away, holding up one
hand.
“Don't.” She sniffed. “I can't—I won't listen to any more of your
lies.” She brushed at her damp cheeks. “God, I'm pathetic. I was really sucked
in by you, wasn't I? Did you have a good laugh at my expense? This silly little
human woman falling for all your bullshit. Well, I see you now for what you
really are.”
He launched at her and grabbed her arms, hauling her against his
chest. “Don't you dare. I never lied to you.”
She tore from his grip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “You're
right, you didn't lie. I guess I was just a fool and an idiot. I was hoping our
love would be enough, but obviously not. Though I may be an idiot, but at least
I'm not a coward.” She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the hurt and anger
on his face. “You're so afraid to take a chance on love because of what-ifs.
You're so worried that something will go wrong that you opt to throw it away
first. And if you think so little of yourself that you feel you don't deserve
love, then you are more messed up than I thought.”
Mel backed away from her until the backs of his thighs hit the bed.
He sagged down. His eyes were slits of glittering silver riveted on her face.
In a barren voice he said, “If you need to hurt me, go ahead, I deserve it, but
never question why I'm doing this or that I love you. I do this only to keep
you safe.”
“If I hear that excuse one more time, I'm going to scream. You do
this to keep yourself safe. You never even gave me a choice. You made the
decisions for me. You decided I would come to hate you, not me. You decided I'd
be better off without you, not me. So, please, get out and let me pack.”
Prophecy's Child, book #2 in the Prophecy Series.
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His
secret will shatter her world.
Katherine Colby’s life splintered ten years ago when
her lover suddenly vanished, leaving her with more than a broken heart. But when
Kal unexpectedly makes an appearance, her safe, dependable existence is
shattered once more. Drawn into Kal’s deadly world of vampires and demons, she
must now put aside her hurt and anger and learn to trust him. Can she forgive
past deceptions and find the courage to love again? Or will she turn away the
one man who owns her heart and soul?
Her
secret will change his life.
Powerful, and lethal, Kal is a vampire warrior,
sworn to protect humans from demons. Loving Katherine too much to pull her into
his dangerous world, Kal deserted her, believing his decision was best for them
both. But not even time could assuage his yearning for the woman who has
captured his heart. As fate tosses them together once again, Kal must fight to
win Katherine’s trust and forgiveness before evil separates them forever. But
is he ready to become the man she needs him to be? Or will he lose the one
woman he can’t live without?
Excerpt:
Katherine
busied herself by unzipping her suitcase and stacking her clothes on the bed.
She sensed Kal behind her, but didn’t acknowledge him.
“Katherine?”
Kal cleared his throat. “I know it’s been a huge inconvenience quitting your
job and moving in here, but I hope we can at least be civil to one another
while you’re here.”
She
walked over to the dresser, yanked open the top drawer and dumped her load of
clothes inside. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything,” she said through
gritted teeth.
He
cursed under his breath.
She
wheeled around. “What the hell more do you want from me?”
“You
don’t want to know.”
She
slammed the drawer shut. “Try me.”
“You
sure?”
“May
as well get it all out on the table.”
He
closed the door; the lock clicked into place.
Fear
of being alone with him took the edge off her fury.
When he looked her way, heat
from his gaze burned through her clothing. “I want you naked on my bed. I want
you to scream my name when you come. I want to see you smile, hear you laugh.”
He pushed away from the door and stalked toward her from across the room.
Lifting a hand, he caressed her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I want you to
love me again. But most of all, I want your forgiveness.”
His
fingers traced the contours of her jaw, her neck. “I know you don’t want to
hear it, but I love you—I always have.”
Her
mind screamed run, but her feet remained rooted to the floor. Each word chipped
away at her defenses.
Leaning
closer, his lips gently brushed hers. “All I’ve ever wanted was your
happiness.”
His
tongue outlined the seam of her mouth. Desire scorched her willpower. Without
thinking, she opened for him, and his tongue swept inside.
A
deep groan tore from his throat as his arms tightened around her.
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Prophecy's Power, book #3 in the Prophecy Series will be available June 2014.
Excerpt:
A high-pitched scream ripped through the clearing and through Soren’s ears as gray demon dust exploded all around him. He spun around with his dagger raised for attack.
A woman wearing a red toque and a green and black Mac jacket belted out another shriek.
What the flying hell? He hadn’t heard her approach. But then again, he was kinda busy fighting three demons.
“Ah, fuck.” Soren sheathed his dagger. He needed to scrub what she’d witnessed from her mind.
Before he could take a step, she bolted. He swore again, then dematerialized.
He took form a few feet a head of her. When she saw him, she slid to stop then stumbled backward with her hands out in front, a warning gesture for him to stay away. The scent of her fear was like burning plastic. Her deep brown eyes flew wide, her complexion flushed from exertion.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt ya,” Soren held out his hands, palms up.
She continued to back away. “I just witnessed you murder a man, and you expect me to believe you won’t kill me too? Yeah, sorry if I don’t take your word for it.”
Her shaky tone made a mockery of her brave words. “It’s not what ya think, trust me.” Trust me? He almost laughed at how absurd that sounded.
The woman's lips curled into a smirk. She crouched lower with her fists raised, all the while slowly making a wide circle toward the parking lot and safety. “I don’t think so, Asshole. And just so you know, I can scream really loud—the parking lot is crawling with people. If you kill me—which won’t be easy—you won’t get away with it.”
Well, wasn’t this interesting. She definitely had spunk. Soren flashed a smile at her bravado, then took another step in her direction. He stood close enough to catch her scent. Ivory soap with a hint of something fruity, mixed with the arid aroma of her fear. No cloying perfumes. Nice. A gust of wind caught the ends of her long curls and swirled them around her stiff shoulders. Although her terror was ripe, she exuded strength. This woman was no shrinking violet. He sensed she’d fight if she had to.
