The Red Room

The Red Room
Indie Writer's rejoice!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

New title

     I have been out of action for awhile.  I have had a family tragedy that has come into my life right when I was beginning to get things moving with my writing and publishing.  It's slowed my progress but nothing will stop me from achieving my goals.
     I'm back to work on my 2nd novel I have several already finished and in the editing stage.  One being the sequel to Demons of Granite Rock so if you are a DOGR fan hang in there.  But I've decided to finish and publish Demon Hunter, Demon Prey as my 2nd novel.  I feel it will be my best novel to put out there next.

Here is an excerpt to give you a taste.  Let me know what you think.

WARNING:  This has not been edited.  It's a first draft only and just an example.  But it gives you an idea about my 2nd book.

     “You always wear those damned shades.”
     “Yeah, always.”                                              
     “Why you afraid to look people in the eye?”
     “I’m not afraid of anything.  Except sensitive eyes.”  He said both brows rising at her.
     She felt immediately ashamed.  “Oh…  Sorry.”
     “Don’t be you didn’t cause it.”  He said his voice soft. Low.  Erotic.
     “Who did?”
     ‘Who said it was a someone?”
      “No one…  I just assumed from your answer that someone caused it.”
     “Birth.”  He said casually as if it didn’t matter.
     She knew he was lying but why?  “Can you remove them at night?”
     “Depends on the night.”
     “I would like to be there for that.”
     “At night I remove not just my glasses before I go to bed.”  He grinned.
     “That’s not what I meant.  I meant…  I would love to see your eyes when you…”
     “When I go to bed?”
     “No… I..I”
     Maybe I’d like that too.  Or we could make it your place.  I’d like to see that.  Solve our curiosities at once.  And there are other curiosities to consider.  Some are more enticing then others, I must say.”  Beth handed over the ten she still held without another word.  She couldn’t think of one.
     “Keep it.  You earned it.”
     “Why you…  You animal…”
     “I can be.  But I think you have one inside of you too.  Want to bring them out to play?”
     He was leaning so casually against that damned mustang, his legs crossed at the ankles his arms crossed across his delicious chest.
     “Why you…  You beast.”
      “Exactly.”  He grinned and she knew it was more than just sarcasm, this time it was sexual arousal, hers.  He could sense it, feel it, knew it.  She wadded up the ten and rushed him, her hands in fists ready to pelt him.  But it was as if he willed them to stay at her sides.  She couldn’t raise them.  She couldn’t hit him.
     He slowly uncrossed his arms and ran those sensual hands up the outsides her bare arms and across her shoulders.  It was as if it were instinctual.  He rested his palms on her shoulders and drew her to him.  She tried to push him away but instead she gulped in his cologne, his masculine scent—that smell that was more than just his cologne or the outdoors, or that of a new car.  It was his scent and his alone and it was indescribable.  It was like copper and rainwater, it was pure man, pure sex.
     “Ja… Jason…” She stumbled.
     “He won’t bother us.  He’s gone to check on Stephie.”
     “What were you…”
     “Waiting for you.”
     “You knew I would come?”
     “Of course… They…”
     “All do?”  She asked furiously.  “I only brought you your money she dropped it at his feet—even as her arms wouldn’t move, even as her body stayed stubbornly against his.  She said.  “I’m not like all the rest.”
     “Of course not.  You are special.”  He continued to hold her still, ignoring the ten that lay between them on the ground.  His breath stroked her cheek as he spoke.
     “Shut up.”  She snarled, trying to pull free.  He held her tightly by the shoulders and she wanted to give up, move into him, lay her cheek on his chest and listen for his heart beneath that black t-shirt and all that muscle.  Would it be pounding as hers was?
     “And kiss you?”  He asked then quite suddenly he pulled her into him.  His hands moved across her back and to her waist.  He jerked her against him, tighter still.  She didn’t protest.”  How could she when this was what she’d wanted?  What she still wanted.
     He lowered his lips to hers.  He sought them with an edge that was the most sensual kiss she’d ever had, granted she’d not had many.  Demons were rough and mean.  His kiss was rough with a crazed fever.  A lethal passion but with a gentleness that took her breath away.
     She tried to gasp and pull away but he parted her lips with his tongue and tortured her mouth deliciously.  She’d never felt anything like it.  He held her with one hand and turned her until she was against the car, trapped between his wonderful weight and the metal of the mustang.  He lowered his kiss to her neck and suckled the beat at the base of her throat.
     Even though it was gentle and felt like nothing she’d felt before…  And she knew this was what she needed… wanted…  She knew she must be the one to kill him and it gave her the will to push him from her.
     “Stop.”  She growled her breath heady, her breathing labored.
     “Stop?”  Ethan asked.  “Are you sure.”  He nipped at her bottom lip playfully.
     “No.  I mean yes.”  She said, pushing him away from her more forcefully.
     “Really?”  Ethan said, it was obvious he had never heard the word no from a woman at least not since he’d become what he was…
     “What was your plan to do it up against the car?”  She asked.  Disgust in her voice.  But was it for her or for him.  He couldn’t help that he was a sex magnet.  She should have known better.

     Ethan was puzzled and unsure of her answer.  She didn’t look serious, the pupils of her eyes were still dilated, her breasts were still puckered beneath her blouse, her lips moist from his kiss, which she hadn’t wiped angrily away.  He pulled her tightly against him again and lowered his lips to the side of her neck, moving his way back to the hollow and …She pushed him away again.  “You’re serious?”  He asked.
     “As a snake bite.”  She looked at him anger flaring in her blue eyes as she bent back from him the car stopping her from stepping away instead he stepped back.
     “Why?  What did I do?  You don’t like the neck thing okay we don’t have to neck.”  And he couldn’t believe he was saying it.  “Necking is for teens anyway.  We can just get serious with it.”  He took a lithe step back toward her.

    Beth placed a hand on his hard, toned chest hating herself for denying her own desires.  “No.  I mean it.  I’m not one of your girls.  I just wanted to give you your change and I was curious about your sunglasses, that was all.
     “If that was all you wouldn’t have kissed me like there was more.”  Ethan grinned.  He knew better.  His demon senses kicking in telling him the truth about her, her needs and wants.
     “It was a mistake, now let me pass.  I have work to do.”

     Ethan uneasily stepped aside.  Was he losing the one thing he’d gained?  Confused and more attracted to her than he’d been before.  Than he’d ever been.  He let her go.
     She brushed by him and he smelled her essence, it was more attractive than any other woman he’d had.  It called to him and enticed him.  He nearly grabbed her and forced her into the Mustang locking her in with him to stay naked for hours.  But she’d made herself clear and he was no rapist.  Besides he had things to do before sunset.  He didn’t have time to pursue now.  But pursue he would of that he was sure and he would have her.  This he promised himself.

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