[My sneak peak today is a Mayan vampire romance by Fiona McGier, entitled Prophecy of the Undead. Enjoy! ~ Lisabet]
Blurb
Available in print soon!
Excerpt
Keisha wakes up to find herself tied up
in the trunk of a car, and futilely tries to escape while the men had
to walk to a gas station when they ran out of gas. They've
returned:
The trunk opened and Keisha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.
The trunk opened and Keisha closed her eyes, hoping that if she appeared to be still unconscious, they would leave her alone.
She felt the tip of a gun against her
cheek as it stroked her face.
“Aw, she’s still out cold. That’s no fun.”
“Just feel her up then let’s get
out of here. I’m getting a weird feeling that we’re being
watched...”
“By who? There’s no one else out in
this God-forsaken...what the fuck?”
Keisha heard a swooshing sound and
opened her eyes to see a blur of movement. There was a snarling
growl, combined with the yells of real fear, coming from her two
tormentors.
“Kill the bitch!.”
She felt the gun stuck into her ribs
and held her breath, waiting for death. The gun fired. The bullet
tore its way through her skin and chest muscles, burned through her
lung, and severed arteries as it lodged in her heart. She found it
difficult to let out the breath or to breathe in any more air.
There was the awful sound of breaking
bones...then silence.
Someone leaned over into the trunk and
lifted her gently out as if she was as light as a child. She felt
herself being laid on the ground and fought to breathe as her blood
pulsed out of her through the chest wound, soaking her clothes and
making them stick to her. Her rescuer tore through the knots that she
was unable to budge. She tried to thank him with her last gasps of
air.
“Tha...thanks.” She choked on her
own blood and her head swam.
“Keisha, look at me,” he commanded
in a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but very distant, as if she
was moving far away from him.
She tried to focus her gaze but merely
saw the outlines of a man’s torso, with a face barely visible,
topped with white hair that shone in the dim moonlight.
“I had hoped to spare you this but I
have no other choice now. I can’t lose you...I won’t. You must
choose right now, before it’s too late. Do you want to live?”
In her mind she giggled but all that
came out of her mouth was a gargling sound.
“Um, yeah...don’t think...option
anymore...”
“Yes, it is. But if I do this thing,
you will be changed. You will be alive, yet not alive. Are you sure
you want me to do this?”
Her head nodded up and down as darkness
descended, her vision clouded by the blood that was everywhere now.
She drifted off and idly wondered if she was going anywhere or if she
was just going to lose consciousness and that would be the end of
thought.
Suddenly her mind was invaded by a
tall, blond man with an intense look in his eyes that shone with a
black fire in their depths.
What are you doing here? I’m busy
dying...who are you?
“You are dying but not in the way you
expect. What I’m doing is ensuring that you will wake up again
tomorrow night. What images would you like me to entertain you with
as your body dies?”
She tried to shrug but was unable to
move any part of her body.
She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.
She felt herself being held by strong arms, with the tiny hairs on her neck standing at full attention while the lips on her neck created a drowsy drugged feeling in her mind.
“How about something erotic?”
Like?
She was suddenly on a downy-soft bed,
naked, with a man’s head between her thighs. His tongue was driving
her mad with desire as he alternated between licking her from front
to back, and nibbling on her clit gently. When his fingers pulled the
hood back and his teeth grazed her clit, she screamed with pleasure
as the orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tsunami. She
rose up off of the bed with the tightening of her muscles. Then the
man loomed before her, spread her thighs uncomfortably wide and his
hips surged forward. The pleasure she had just felt multiplied as his
massive organ pushed its way into her, stretching her almost beyond
comfort. He filled her, then withdrew only to slam into her again
and again. It was almost more than she could bear. She screamed as he
came, the force of his orgasm making her spasm with an intensity to
match his own.
He growled like a wild animal as he
pulsated inside of her. Her muscles clenched around him. Her orgasms
were like a roller coaster of pleasure, pushing her up a hill then
crashing her down on the other side.
The last thing she remembered was his voice telling her, "Drink. Drink deeply. Take as much as you can hold. I have emptied you; now, fill yourself with me."
I’m already filled with you.
Her thoughts were her own but inexplicably she felt his chest move as
he chuckled. Everything went black and she drifted off into
nothingness.
Bio: Fiona has always had
stories in her head, with characters telling her about their lives.
Often she wakes up with entire story arcs that she has to feverishly
write down before starting her day. Now that her four children are
erudite young adults, she hides from everyone for hours, bringing the
stories to life. She hopes that you enjoy your short trip into her
mind as you meet some of the heroines and heroes who live there, and
now on these pages also. If you want to read more, she has a series
of six contemporary romance books about the members of a large
Hispanic family, The Reyes Family Romances. She also wrote two books
about female spies who work for a top-secret international agency, as
well as two stand-alone contemporary romances. Visit her at:
www.fionamcgier.com, where the first page is her blog.
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