While I’m away from my home desk visiting one of my critique partners, I brought along some nighttime reading material – most notably from my “Midnight” vampire romance series in preparation for this month’s sale. Time to leave the nightlight on! Some of those scenes are darn right chilling! Here’s a taste from MIDNIGHT KISS . . .
Midnight Kiss (Touched by Midnight - Book 1)
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo Books | iBooksPublished: July 12, 2015Length: 262 Pages
The Excerpt
“Where is your father?” Half whisper, half growl, his voice startled her. “Get him here! I need him here, now!”
“What is it? Are you all right? Is there something I—”
“Come no closer.”
Arabella gasped at the sight of him. He was so pale! In the dimness, his flesh seemed almost translucent, lean features drawn into taut relief, all highlight and hollow, as if ravaged by a wasting sickness. wet hair clinging sleekly to the contour of his skull. Only his eyes burned . . . a hot, luminescent gold.
(. . . and a BITE more . . . )
A trick of the light, surely, for in that moment, she could have sworn they blazed like coals beneath the dark slash of his brows. Then he turned his head away, denying her the sight of his misery.
“Leave me, please. I will be fine if you leave me.”
He wouldn’t be fine. She could tell by watching his agitation. Something was dreadfully wrong, and he’d come to her father for help. But Stuart Howland was not at home.
“Please,” she cried out softly. “Please tell me what I can do for you.”
For a moment there was silence. Then, the slow, hissing draw of his breath as he came about to face her. They were quite close. He had no difficulty reaching out to catch her by the upper arms. His long fingers bit into tender flesh, the pressure hurtful. What kind of illness left such strength in a man’s hands, she wondered somewhat frantically, but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t complain. For he was staring down into her eyes and suddenly nothing else existed beyond the pull of his unblinking gaze. An odd lethargy spread through her as she heard him speak, his tone quiet and somehow soothing. It seemed to melt her very bones.
“What can you do for me?” he repeated, as if considering the question. His arms bent until she was compelled forward, until she could feel the force of his rapid breath against her upturned face. There was no warmth to it. Nor was there any sign of weakness or distress in him. Power . . . she sensed power. It engulfed her, swallowing her whole.
“Arabella.”
Oh wow, well done on bringing the words to life !
ReplyDeleteThanks, Iris! It pulled me back into my Midnight world and now I have to reread the the who series. Like that's a chore!
DeleteWell I was certainly drawn in! I could feel the pull as vividly as she could! Enjoy your time with your critique partners!
ReplyDeleteAfter the rush of having all of us together, now it's just me and our hostess - nice and quiet with lots of editing getting done and . . . Netflix!
DeleteIntriguing. Nice draw in and great way to leave us hanging.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jeff!!
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