Bad Boy Blogfest

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My excerpt is taken from my completed MS Fatal Beauties.
Setup: Amber Ballentine is a creature not to be taken lightly, that is if you value your sanity. But Amber longs for a normal life hidden among the humans. Just as that picture perfect existence is within her grasp, Gabriel, a dark handsome acquaintance from her past appears threatening to ruin everything.


     Gabriel stood there drinking in every inch of me, severely, obtrusively, his velvety brown eyes piercing my very existence as he sidled closer, and closer, until he stood mere inches away. Centuries older than me, or even Lucias, Gabriel had honed his hunting technique to terrifying perfection.
     “Do you know how long I have been searching for you? Tracking you?” he whispered into my ear, his ice-cold breath chilling me to the bone.
     I took one small step away from him…one step closer to the door, to safety. “How did you find me?”
     He stepped forward, undoing my small fraction of progress. “I do not think I will divulge that information just yet. But I did warn you that there was no escape from me. Nowhere you can run, nowhere you can hide.” His lips curved toward the hint of a smile, which seemed more like a grimace. His eyes held not even a hint of love for me.
      No, love was not his motivation.
     Obsession was a much more accurate word for Gabriel’s sick fascination with me. Thanks to my sister, and her constant meddling, I had become the unwilling object of his affection for the last hundred years. I was a fool to think I had rid myself of him.
     “Gabriel what do you want?”
     He cocked his head to the side. “My dearest Ambrosia, all I want, all I have ever wanted, is what’s rightfully mine.”
     “I’m afraid to even ask what that might be,” I muttered.
     He took a strand of my long dark hair in his hand, inhaling deeply, never taking his eyes away from mine. “You already know the answer.”
     “We’ve been through this, whatever Demonica did to you…it’s not real, none of it. I’m not yours,” I whispered desperately.
     “Enough with this nonsense,” he growled, grasping me by the wrists. The moment his frigid touch reached my skin, pain bored through me. I cried out as he forced his memories into my mind.
     “No,” I choked, grasping at the madness running rampantly through my mind. His skin burned me like fresh ice. I struggled to get away, wanted to scream, but knew the end result would do me no good.
     He smiled diabolically. “You remember.”
     “I don’t love you,” I insisted.
     He rested his head against mine. “You will.”
     “No,” I whispered. “I won’t.”
     He sprung away from me, as if my words had scalded his immortal skin. I rubbed at my wrists, attempting to shed the pain.
     “You will love me,” he hissed, as I continued to shake my head. “Just wait, the fun’s only just begun.”
     “What are you up to?”
     “Not so fast.” Gabriel recovered from his momentary wariness, if he was still perturbed it didn’t show in the slightest as he pulled me close. “You have to know the rules to play the game my sweet, and the game you will soon find out has changed dramatically,” he whispered viciously.
     “What does that mean?” I asked not sure if I wanted the answer.
     He grasped me fiercely, kissing the top of my head. “All in good time…I would so hate to ruin the surprise.”
     I jerked away. “Just get out of here. Leave.”
      He smiled. “I will…for now.”
      Without another glance my way, he stepped into the night, leaving me alone in front of my building, feeling terrified and vulnerable. How the hell did he find me this time?


I'd love to hear your thoughts on this little snippet of my MS! Happy Fathers day everyone and don't forget to come back tomorrow for the agent pitch contest with Sarah LaPolla!