Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Taste of Thursday

Thursdays bring us little morsels of stories, enough to wet your appetite...
It's a time to find a new read, to enjoy a short little excerpt, and spend a few moments inside a story.
Come see what tasty treat I have for you today...

Tasty treat today is Dark Burn sexy little snippet from my most recent release...


Priya turned. Doulzen emerged from the shadows in one corner of her room. His presence was palpable, though he looked wrong without his ever-present hat and trench coat. Priya's heart skipped. How had he gotten into the aerie?

"You refuse to see me after all I've done?" He stalked toward her, closing the distance. Priya backed up until the backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed, forcing her to sit or fall.

"Refused? I didn't know you were here, Doulzen. I didn't think you could even get in." The dark look in his eye made her pulse jump. "Are you going to kill me now, shadow hunter?" Priya had no means of self-defense, nothing to really stop him. If she called for help, who would hear her in such a large place?

His silver eyes slid over her body. She could feel them as they scanned her neckline, her breasts. He leaned into her, forcing her to lie back on the bed. His hot breath was on her cheek as he sucked in ragged gasps. She'd be damned if the sound of his harsh breathing didn't turn her on. Would he kiss her instead of killing her? Doulzen brought his head up, his lips barely above hers. "I have given everything for you, my power, my very being, and you refuse me."

"I swear—" She swallowed. Her nipples tightened against the heat of his flesh through her shirt. Her core was wet for him. Her body betrayed her every thought of a shadow hunter. How could she be attracted to someone who killed her kind? The thought seemed to steady her. "I didn't even know you were here." What would he do with her? What did she want him to do with her? That simple question left an ache between her legs she was sure Doulzen could soothe. She should be worried they'd come for her after her abrupt exit from lunch, but with Doulzen pressed so close, she didn't care.

There was an edge to the man, something far more primal . . . more instinctive in him than before. Something had changed and despite not knowing what it was, she didn't feel threatened. Aroused was a far better word for what was going through her body. By the feel of his erection against her, she was pretty sure he wasn't planning on killing her.

Too much had happened, her brain wanted her to slow down, to try and figure out what was happening, between the crap with Doulzen and then Richard, but her body told her head to fuck off. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she gasped when he shoved his hips between her legs and pushed against her. Her body craved more, wanted the barriers between them gone. The little voice in the back of her head was no match for the overpowering urge to get closer to him.

Doulzen's hot mouth came down on hers and she moaned, closing her eyes. Why did this kiss feel so damn good, like she had a craving for chocolate and was suddenly drowning in it? The smell of him, sensual musk, manly, but with a hint of earth. Her hips pushed up to meet his as she opened her lips to him, letting his tongue penetrate her. He was rough and all consuming, as if he couldn't get enough. The world disappeared except for the intense heat pulsing from both of them.

He pulled back from the kiss. "I want you."

She writhed beneath him.

"Open your eyes, Priya."

She did as she was told. Doulzen's hooded gaze met hers. His jaw clenched when she bucked her hips against him again. "Tell me what you want." His words came out dark, tempting. Priya knew once she answered, life would never be the same.


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Thursday, November 17, 2016

A Taste of Thursday and a giveaway!

Thursdays bring us little morsels of stories, enough to wet your appetite...
It's a time to find a new read, to enjoy a short little excerpt, and spend a few moments inside a story.
Come see what tasty treat I have for you today...

The Pact by Brantwijn Serrah is a supernatural fantasy adventure...



The monk stood in wait for her, halfway up the aisle. He'd appeared out of nowhere again, quick and quiet as a scavenging rat, and glared at her with eyes full of mean shock and disgust.

“Witch,” he spat. “I knew it as soon as I saw you. Devil! Bride of—”

Serenity threw the sigh of fehu at him, the sign of the cattle’s horns, and it caught him high in the chest to send him stumbling backward. The power issued forth a bit weaker than usual. Her demon felt suffocated in the holy place, sapped by the wards against their kind and hollowed out by the ravaging spells she’d twisted back in the tavern. But it cast the insufferable priest to the stone, striking him down with a callous resentment, and she stalked across the aisle at him.

“How dare you come into this place of worship!” he sputtered, crawling backward on his behind as she came closer. “How dare you—”

“How dare I?” she snarled.


“All I wanted was a place to rest for the night,” she muttered. “A room and a bed, and to be left alone. I didn’t come here to harm anyone. But somehow I get you, chastising me in the street, thinking to tell me what I can and can’t wear even while you sit there ogling, and I get your servants breaking into my room and burning years and years’ worth of study, and then I get a mob of your people screaming for my blood, planning on hanging me in the middle of the night. And you, padre, you have the gall to call me a murderer?”

“The Lord will repay you in kind!” the priest shrieked. “When you come here, doing the devil’s work! Wearing his symbol upon your breast! Whore! Devil’s whore!”

She leaned down and grabbed him by the front of his robes, pulling him up to meet her eyes.

“You’re right,” she hissed. “I do the devil’s work. I wear his mark. I traffic with demons and I command their power. So it might have been wise of you and your people not to piss me off.”

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Fleshlings and darklings… Rune-weavers and demons… When you walk in the land of the Reaper, who will survive?

Serenity Walker has cast runes for as long as she can remember. Her teachers call her a prodigy, and her secret studies hold the key to unlimited potential. Once an orphan left on an old woman’s doorstep, Serenity finally belongs. But when her mentor is murdered right in front of her, her hopes of a home die with him.

Her quest for vengeance leads her into a dangerous deal with a demon. Armed with its dark power and her own talent with the runes, she blazes a trail across the lands where ranchers and railroad men are kings, where the prevailing law is the law of the gun. To find the man who reshaped her past, Serenity offers up her future. She’ll face a world where weavers are hunted down to be hanged, whipped, or burned alive...but she won’t face it alone.

As Serenity’s mission takes her farther than most weavers are willing to go, she’ll have to decide who her true enemy is: the wicked men of the world, or the powerful demon inside her.

About the author:

When Brantwijn Serrah isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours on end sketching characters and scenes in her secret notebooks.

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