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Dear, Sweet Death: Quote from Forever Black (Nightwalkers #2)

 


Tuesday Teaser: The Promise of the Devil (From Forever Black)

I felt like giving you guys a treat today and doing a longer except for Tuesday Teaser. You’re welcome 😉

This is from my favorite book in the Nightwalkers series, Forever Black. Most of my readers seem to like Blood Kisses or Blood War the best, but my favorite is Forever Black.


Her retreat lead her to a place she never expected—the edge. She was barely able to stand sideways on the ledge of the building. Her eyes glanced down at the dark alley below. Her world was blurry, her eyes so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.

The ledge was high, and the promise of an end loomed right below her. She could fall into this black abyss made by her tears, and it would all go away. Her hands gripped the railing behind her tighter. A loud sniffle escaped her nostrils as she struggled to choke down each breath of air.

Her words were thick with tears, choppy and wet, “Dear, sweet death—grant me your promise of sleep. Forever black, forever numbing. Take me in your arms, and clear my head. Blacken these eyes that no longer want to see.” She closed her eyes. “Please, accept me. Take me away from this place. Take me away!”

“A feather as light as you would not make it to the bottom of an abyss.”

She quickly turned to the voice. Her breath quickened as her eyes settled on the Count’s cocky smile. His presence was fitting in this place, his body cloaked in a black suit, and his light hair shining under the lights. The devil had come for her, just as she had asked. Just like in her nightmares.

“I want to die.” She sniffled. “So, leave me be.”

His arms were crossed over his chest. “You want to forget.” He wasn’t making an attempt to pull her away from the edge and seemed to be studying her instead.

“How do you know what I want?”

“How do you know that I do not?” He appeared next to her. His lips rested near her ear as his next words hissed from his lips, “We have been here before, you and I. The ledge, you believe, will let you fly—the wings you think you have inside you coming out and giving you salvation.”

She trembled at his closeness. She could sense his shape, but not feel him.

“Your heart is black, just as mine is. You cannot escape who you are. Fate is like the dark chariot of death—it will come for you, no matter how far you attempt to outrun it.” His words softened, each one feeling like needle pricks against her delicate skin. His lips brushed against her ear as his hands took a firm hold of her shoulders. His fingers dug into her skin and made her sob louder.

“Drake, you said, my soul is like a flower that has wilted under your moonlight. I can die and never be free of the curse your love has placed on my soul. Forever is black with you, like the darkest night without a light. You have drained me of all that is good.”

“I didn’t say that.”

He yanked her hair and halted her words. “Kiss me, you said. Kiss me and blind my eyes from my sins.” He kissed her cheek. “My love, take my kiss, and let me give you the paradise you desire. Let me mold the dark clouds into your dreams. I can give you everything. Love me, and I shall never let the sun rise in your presence. In the night, it shall kneel at your feet, only shedding light when you will it.”

This was a side of him she was only familiar with in her nightmares. This thick, heavy presence that choked her. This was his true form, and he felt like the devil. His voice was velvety, yet accompanied by a prick of sin that made her ears bleed.

Though she was terrified of him, his touch calmed her. It took away all the fight that lined her muscles and made her body numb. He had complete control over her. Her fragile mind was so lost, she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted to jump, but in the arms of the devil, her wings were restrained, and she feared soon cut off completely.

“Sweet, red blood…” His tongue peeked from his parted lips as he admired the coveted skin of her neck. “The taste of it, only heavenly beings like us can savor. Let me make you into what you once were, for with this final bite, you will be as I—forever black—with a soul as dark as the moonless night, and as powerful as the endless sky. I shall make you a god.”

He playfully nipped at her neck. “Take my hand, and I shall make the world bow to you. I will make you forget, and live in a happy bliss that will make every day a paradise.”

“I just want everything to go away.”

“Accept my offer, my queen. Let me take you into the realm of the gods.” His hands slipped around her waist. One of his fists was balled, and Ashleigh felt the hard tip of something brushing against her stomach.

“I want to forget.” Her next words were breathless, and she knew once they were released, she couldn’t take them back, “Make me forget, Drake.”

“Death will give you all the release you need. You have called death’s chariot to your side, and now there is no turning back. The devil has arrived to collect the soul that is mine.”

Ashleigh let out a silent, choked scream as he shoved a knife into her chest. She let go of the railing and tried to pry it out. Her breaths were choked as her body was covered in a thick cloak of pain. So sharp and paralyzing, her vision was slowly clouding.

“I will blacken your eyes and take you to the paradise that is this world’s hell.” In an artful twist, he dug the knife deeper and made her belt out a bloodcurdling scream. Her head fell backward and rested on his shoulder. He glanced into her pained face as he licked his lips.

She tried to speak. Her mouth was open wide as her eyes begged him to stop. All she could see was the yellow light in his eyes—those intense, emerald eyes she had dreamed about.

Then, everything faded to black. She heard his voice, though he wasn’t speaking, “Do not yearn for the heaven you have been barred from. For in my arms, the fabricated paradise in which we live will be far greater.”


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Teaser Tuesday: Omen (from CK#2)

This comes from Christian’s Mate (CK#2). A little background tidbit (Don’t read this if you don’t like spoilers because I mentioned a few things from future books in the series)…

The vampires sometimes refer to a bite from a vampire as a “kiss”, hence the title, “Christian’s Kisses”. The term usually isn’t used when they talk about biting to kill, it’s used to describe a “friendly” bite, which is usually between other vampires or lovers. Though Addison’s classic line, “With this kiss, I’ll send you home” (or to heaven), means she intends to kill. Shadow, the villain in book 6 uses a similar line to mock her when he kills the vampires.


Quote from Christian’s Mate (CK#2): Partnership

A great quote that describes the relationship between the House and the vampires in the Christian’s Kisses series.

 

 

 


Teaser Tuesday: Eternity

I have a quote for Teaser Tuesday. This one’s from my paranormal romance, Forever Mine. 


Teaser Tuesday: Interpretation

This is an excerpt from Christian’s Promise (CK#1) which releases soon. I love Christian’s last few lines. It makes you rethink everything she said.

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“Give me your thoughts. I would love to hear an artist’s interpretation.” He put a finger to his lips, Christian seeming genuinely interested in the subject. She watched him scan the painting as if searching for something deeper within those thick, ancient layers of paint.

“In this piece, he captures a moment of love for all eternity. Stilling such a tender moment and showing us the passion they must have felt—the animalistic lust overtaking them in that moment before they…” She released a wicked chuckle, her eyes ticking to him briefly, but her gaze didn’t stick. She flirted in a sweet, playful tone. “Consummated their love.”

“More like devoured,” Christian said with a devilish chuckle. “With that look in his eye….” He motioned to the painting as he spoke. “He wants more than consummation.” He moved to hold her again, Christian squeezing her hip.

“A trademark of a Hamstein,” Addison added with a tender grin, her voice so soft, it was almost a whisper. She redirected the conversation. “I love all the vibrant colors. It ignites such strong emotions. And his overpowering use of that velvety red? It gives it such drama, such depth. There are no words to describe how beautiful this painting is.”

Addison’s gaze bounced over the masterpiece. “It’s so….perfect—lifelike. I feel as if I touched it, I could feel the softness of her skin. Maybe even the heat, as well.”

He chuckled as he said his words, “The heat you feel—that may be coming from the lights. Good effect though. In this light, with darkness surrounding it, the piece commands your attention and you can’t look away. We are like moths, are we not?” He was staring at her, Addison feeling the heaviness of it. He said his next words in a deep, smooth tone, “Drawn to beauty?”

Swallowing hard, she desperately tried to fight the urge to spring forward and kiss him. To accept his advance. Addison narrowed her brow, as she turned back to the painting. “Though, like real life, from a distance, it looks this way, but if you were to go up and touch it, you’d feel the rough texture of the paint—the ugliness that hides behind fabricated beauty.”

“A romantic interpretation,” Christian said softly. “And though I do like your view of it, I believe it is not the true subject matter of the piece.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“It’s about rape.”

“Rape?” Her gaze bounced to the devil’s face. To his lips tangling with the maiden’s. How his body was bent over her as he took her with force. He was right.

“It’s about the taking of innocence, I believe.” His smile was replaced by a hardened expression, his eyes narrowing.


Teaser Tuesday: The List (From CK2)

Okay, here’s my first “Teaser Tuesday”. I’m doing mostly graphic work today, but in-between that I’m working on edits for CK2. Here’s a small tease from the book. A little tidbit–“the list” is a hit list given to the vampires.

He handed the list to her. “Go to Caron and find Master Vallore. He’s the leader of the vampires. He’s the only one who can help you with this. Find him fast enough, and you may convince him to pardon someone on this list.”

Taking a deep breath, Addison snatched the paper. She opened it up and looked at the names, which were in alphabetical order by last name.

Covering her mouth when she read a name she knew, she began to cry, big tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back, but couldn’t dam them.

He plucked the list from her hands and put it back in his pocket. He was observing her tears with silence, his expression hard. He spoke softly. “Make a decision, Miss Collins. You can’t outrun fate.”

He motioned with his head toward the hospital. “Choose your leader wisely. The time has come for your life to change. No more running.”

“I’m not ready.”

“Get ready, because you’re out of time.”