Author: S.K. Falls
Series: Fevered Souls, #1
Publication: April 22nd 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal
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Synopsis:
After I left for college, I thought I’d never see Eden again. But I found myself headed back four years later, destitute and unable to find a job anywhere else. Still, I was adamant nothing would keep me there for long.
Then I met the intoxicating Dax Allard. Copper-colored eyes, skin that emanated an exceptional heat, and a strange “dog” at his side… I was drunk on him.
But Dax’s past was darker than mine, teeming with ancient secrets. Falling for him could cost me my life.
I had two choices: walk away or deal with the perilous consequences.
It was no choice at all.
This is the first episode of a serial novel, and runs around 50 pages or 12,000 words.
Excerpt:
Blood
rushed to my face at his tone. “What…” I swallowed. There was no way
I’d ask this if I wasn’t hopped up on whatever they’d given me, but I
wanted to know. “Have I offended you in some way?”
For
a moment, Dax stared at me, confusion coloring every facial feature.
When understanding seeped in, his eyes widened. Seemingly unconsciously,
he took a step closer to me. In spite of the giant fireplace roaring
just a few feet away, I could feel his body heat waft out toward me. He
was like a walking furnace. “You think…you’ve offended me?” He actually sounded astounded.
I
stared up into his copper gaze, the effects of the drugs somehow
melting away. I was completely hypnotized. There was no way I could’ve
lied to him, not even if my life had depended on it right then. Nothing
else existed in that moment but the two of us—Oscar, the room, even what
had just happened to me in the forest fell away.
In
a quiet voice, I said, “You act like I’m the most abhorrent person
you’ve ever met. You refuse to come near me. And you don’t want me
working for you. Why else would that be?” Ridiculously, I felt a lump in
my throat, simply by speaking of his rejection.
A
muscle tensed in Dax’s jaw, as if he was physically biting back what he
wanted to say. His fists tensed into balls, thick veins standing up on
his arms. “Ms. Beaumont,” he finally said. His quiet voice held a hint
of a tremor. “Believe me when I tell you I am not in the least… offended by you.” He took a deep breath. “It pains me that you think so.”
“Then…then what is it?” I asked, still gazing into his eyes.
But he shook his head.
“Another secret,” I muttered. “You seem to have so many.”
He
smirked, his gorgeous face transforming into something hard and bitter
as he looked away, toward the windows and the woods outside. “Yes. And
none of them are good. It’d be in your best interests to stay away.”
The
fire crackled. I realized that sometime during our conversation, Oscar
had slipped away. I looked down at my hands, fisted in the blanket.
“What if…what if I don’t want to stay away?”
I
couldn’t believe I was saying the words out loud. I had just met this
man. But somehow I knew that he felt exactly the way I felt. I was
beginning to suspect it was the reason he was so…strange around me.
There was something between us that eschewed the traditional hesitant,
“play it cool” attitude normal guys and girls our age displayed before
they got to know each other.
I
expected him to become furious or stalk away. It surprised me when he
sighed deeply instead. “Then we’re in trouble,” he said, his voice
barely a rumble. “Because I don’t want you to stay away either.”Author Bio;
A huge fan of spooky stuff and shoes, I enjoy alternately hitting up the outlet malls and historic graveyards in Charleston, SC where I live and imbibe coffee. My husband and two small children seem not to mind when I hastily scribble novel lines on stray limbs in the absence of notepads.
Since no writer’s biography is complete without mention of her menagerie of animals, you should know I have one dog that doubles as a footstool, a second that functions as a vacuum cleaner, and a cat that ensures I never forget that my hands are, first and foremost, for pouring cat food.
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