Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.
Fae
is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading
her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the
streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless.
With
the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races
against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in
his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.
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Excerpt
The
dream wrapped around Fae like gossamer silk. It was always the same.
The woman’s back was to Fae—shapely curves illuminated against
the shadows, the stranger’s face just out view. They were in a dark
and winding alley, with the back side of row houses and businesses
cluttered with dumpsters and badly repaired fences. The area behind
the shops looked ramshackle and smelled worse. A combination of
rotting garbage and the reek of something far worse.
A
sense of urgency pounded through Fae. She needed to find this woman.
Needed to find her now.
Dark
demonic wings fluttered in the background, causing the mystery woman
to flee. Her skirts whipped up, revealing calves that sucked the air
from Fae’s lungs.
An
aura of silvery wings hung behind the woman, vanishing as quickly as
they appeared. The alleyway grew disjointed—a true setting from a
nightmare. The red of her hair was only visible for a moment.
“Help
me!” the woman’s sultry voice begged, out of breath and shrill
with terror.
Fae’s
dream self darted behind her. Shadowy faces and writhing figures
moved in the periphery of her vision. She stared straight ahead. She
had to focus. To find the woman.
“Wait!”
She reached out, but only caught the tendrils of mist that filled the
void.
The
air chilled as Fae streaked through the fog. A fractured scream
echoed in the murky dampness. Seeing anything became more difficult.
The swampy odor of decay made Fae gag but still she pressed on. Don’t
look. Just move.
Fae
panicked. “Where are you?” The need to find the woman was
overwhelming. There was something important about her. Even if Fae
didn’t know what it was—she had to find the stranger. With her
heart racing, Fae kept moving.
“Stop!”
A terrible scream rang out in the darkness.
Fae’s
pulse thrummed in her throat; her fangs clenched in fear. Where was
she? Fae’s footsteps rang hollow as she ran, eyes searching, senses
reaching out for any sign of the woman. Around her the buildings
changed. Cold concrete walls penned her in. There was only one way to
go. Forward.
A
dim figure loomed in the distance, barely visible against the mists.
Large wings unfolded, the odor of sulfur and dark rotting things made
her sour stomach flip once more. The sound of tearing clothes and
panicked screams met her ears. Shit.
Fae
snarled, racing toward the sound of sobbing. Her boots hit the
pavement, puddles of water and filth spraying out as she ran.
There
was the mystery woman. Long, red hair draped over the concrete,
defiled by the refuse on the ground surrounding her.
A
streetlight shone bright in the foggy night air, and Fae was finally
able to see the woman's face around the creature that held the woman
prisoner in its grip.
Full,
red lips parted in shock as the demon’s fingers tightened around
her throat. With her wide eyes brilliant and dark against her ivory
complexion, it was clear she was dying. Her gaze met Fae’s, a
panicked expression of recognition, and as she looked at her
attacker, fear.
Fae
stepped forward. “Get off her, asshole,” she hissed, taking
another step forward.
The
being turned its head, empty eyes staring right into her soul.
“Fae.”
Its lips tilted up into a satanic grin and he turned, revealing more
of the partially nude woman.
Fae
startled and took a step back. “How do you know me?” Her hand
felt for a blade at her side. Nothing. Dammit!
Fae
would have to try and save the mystery woman with only her strength.
Her
fingers brushed the oily feathers of the demon’s wings, intent on
pulling it away from the girl, but instead she ended up with nothing.
Dark
laughter filled the hollow passage, and in a burst of noxious smoke,
the being was gone.
Fae
spun on her heel trying to see where it had gone, then moved back and
knelt at the woman’s side. “Red.”
“Find
me,” the woman whispered, her eyes locking onto Fae’s. A delicate
smile drifted across her lips as she, too, began to fade into the
mist.
“No!”
Fae’s heart twisted in her chest. Just when she had found her, the
woman was lost yet again. “No!” Despair clogged her throat.
The
shadows of the alley loomed dark as the streetlight fell dim.
***
Fae
jerked awake. She lay twisted in the sheets. Her breath came in gasps
as the dream faded, leaving her cold and alone in her bed. She had
seen the stranger’s face. Finally.
Her
dog, Jellybean, whined in the darkness and snuggled in closer, her
furry black face burrowing deep under the covers.
“Red,”
she whispered. “I’ll find you.”
Staring
out the window into the moonless night, Fae listened as the wind
whipped the trees outside into a frenzy. Something was coming. But so
was she.
About
the Author
Erzabet
Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author
of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and
when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines
she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her
husband and furry kids.
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