How about a little bait and switch? Three horror tales, each with a twist, three shifters with their own brand of terror. SILK, THIRSTY, and PREY will definitely keep you guessing. Intended for 18+due to adult content.
As they rode the elevator, Duncan pulled her close and with a swift movement, encased her in his strong arms and kissed her. All thoughts of home were forgotten as she leaned in, savoring the taste of him. When the elevator doors opened, she swayed from his touch as he took her hand and led her to the door. After entering and hearing the door close behind her, even in her confused state, she realized this wasn’t her apartment. “Wait, mine is down the hall.”
Duncan smiled, “I’m going to make you a cup of coffee, and then I’ll walk you to your door.”
Leading her to an expansive couch, he placed her down, stroking her cheek. Not having the energy to argue, Lauren sat, waiting for the coffee, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. It was a typical bachelor pad in black, gray, and white tones with a bibelot or two providing a small amount of color. She could tell he was neat as nothing was out of place. In fact, the large space was practically devoid of furniture. The couch faced the windows and provided a view of the city lights that calmed her. A coffee table was directly in front, and a comfortable looking recliner was to the right. There wasn’t much else in the room except an odd-looking chest, standing in the left corner that resembled an antique of some sort with ornate carvings on the double doors. Beautifully crafted, it drew one’s attention.
Duncan watched her from the kitchen. Already enamored with her, he anticipated what was to come. Taking two mugs from the cabinet, he poured coffee into each one, adding a little something ‘extra’ to her cup, knowing it would dispense with her drunken state, but at the same time, allow his charm to place her in the right frame of mind. Remembering past conquests, he held his urges at bay, savoring the courtship to come.
Not being able to help myself, I asked, “Who are you?”Pursing her lips and with a malevolent tone, she replied, “My name is Morgana Kunig. I come from a long line of creatures you call vampire, although there is more to our kind than you could ever imagine. Born into a time of turmoil, my family stayed to themselves, venturing out when necessary and in darkness to feed. Humans were so terrified of what they could not understand. They caught and killed many of our kind before we learned to disguise ourselves, hiding away in large metropolises, blending in. Gradually, we were forgotten, relegated to myth and lore, lucky for us. I have lived for six hundred years and in that time have hunted humans for pleasure and when needed, for food. I find the human psyche so easy to control and rewarding to manipulate. You, my dearJames, have been especially satisfying and my desire for your blood is growing with every passing moment.”
My thoughts were uncontrollable and trying to move was of no use. Being encased in spider silk would have given the same feeling. Her long, tapered fingers stroked my cheek and I shivered. Her laughter echoed throughout the room as she drew nearer, grasping my chin in her hand, turning my head to the side as she took in my scent, licking my neck with her long tongue.
Arriving at his home, Darren led Mika inside, taking her coat and placing it on the rack next to the stairs. The main floor of the house was tidy, consisting of a living room on the left side of the hall and a library on the right. At the end of the hall was a kitchen that spanned the width of the house, furnished with the barest of amenities. Having lived in his grandmother’s overly furnished house with every gadget imaginable, he needed very little to supply his needs. Besides, cleaning was not his favored activity. The less he had to tend to, the better he liked it.
Making a drink for each of them, he lit a fire, leading Mika to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Learning her surname was Mantodea, he wondered at the origin and learned it was an old family name, passed down through the years, the literal meaning being an order of insects. He mentally glossed over the explanation, and eager for the gratification to come, suggested that they go to his bedroom, noticing that she smiled with as much relish as he was feeling. Walking behind her up the stairs, he noticed her long arms and legs, the color of her skin, and the way her hair swung with each step, adding to his anticipation.
An expansive room was at the top, with its own bathroom, a perfect space for Darren. Another bathroom graced the other end over the kitchen. Having done renovations shortly after he moved in, he had transformed the two small rooms into one, loving the spaciousness. He had kept the fireplace, enjoying the warmth on cold winter nights.
Mika admired the surroundings as Darren lit a fire. Furnished with antiques, though not overdone, the ambiance was one of old world, calm and comforting. The bed was between two windows that faced the woods and the moonlight drifted in, providing an eerie light. Darren lit a few candles here and there, enjoying the ambient glow they provided. Turning, he took her glass, placing it on the bedside table and pulled her into his arms, finding her willing and reveling in her taste.
Alvin Jones, Chloe’s husband from hell, is hot on their trail.
Her nose is picking up on his scent. Her skin feels the heat of his rage. Her tongue tastes death—hers and Owen’s.
Firmin has rescued her from her worst nightmare, but will they be able
to cross a dangerous island filled with traps and other hazards in order
to reach Owen's yacht, and their only real chance of escape?
Chloe has learned the hard way that life is full of surprises. The next one could be waiting just around the corner.
**WARNING: This book contains dark themes, including violence that could trigger emotional distress in readers.**
A life-long Georgia native, John D. Tucker loved and lost three wives, raised two sons, and persevered despite being brought up in a wonderfully dysfunctional family. He started writing at the age of 46 instead of suffering through a mid-life crisis, joined the Internet Writers Workshop to hone his craft, and wrote a dozen books in five years.
Thank you, John, for all the amazing events you hosted. You will be missed by all those who knew you. Thoughts and prayers go out to your family and friends.
In the quiet of the night, Tara made her first shift. She wasn’t quite sure what to do, but her determination overcame her fear. Thinking it might be best to sit on the floor, she took a position in the middle of the room, closed her eyes, and called to her inner wolf.
A feeling of a rising overtook her. She could feel a ripple throughout,somewhat painful, but manageable. She looked at her hand, and it sprouted with hair, more with every passing second. Her jaws opened, elongating. She felt her teeth growing and touched them with her tongue. Her very bones changed. On her knees, she watched her hands transform into large paws. She could feel her legs thinning. The pain grew, and she muffled her moans, concentrating on working through what was happening to her body. Bones popped through her skin, fur covered her once-human form, and she collapsed, giving in to her wolf.
When she regained her senses, she looked around her room. Everything was sharply defined. She reveled in the way her ears turned, sometimes independent of each other. They caught every nuance in the sounds coming from the occupants in the house. She stood, but it took several moments before her legs stabilized.
Walking on four legs instead of two gave Tara a feeling of strength, different from her human form. She moved to the mirror, loving the reflection of the large, red wolf with golden eyes.
Excuse me if I am a little lost at the moment. I have been finding solace in beloved books and music, most recently musicals. Since college, I have played many musical theater roles, including Mother Abbess in the Sound of Music and Bloody Mary in South Pacific. I think I've spent my happiest days with music, so forgive me as I indulge in my treasured pastime. Here are a few of my favorites. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSTM2NCmP-g https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JoKlDMYACQ
Secrets and Tears (Fatal Hearts; Book #2) by @Dori Lavelle
Chloe thought her life was a fairytale about to happen. Until her worst nightmare walked back into her life, shattering her dreams.
Now he’s holding her captive on a private yacht, intent on punishing her for mistakes she made in the past. His revenge involves torture and humiliation, and he will not stop until there’s nothing left of her.
He loves her. He loathes her.
He’s an angel. He’s a monster…a devil in disguise.
He’s her savior. He’s her deadliest enemy.
Can Chloe’s fragile strength save her before he strips her completely of her freedom, reputation, sanity, and life? Fatal Hearts is a serial that unfolds over three volumes.
***AUTHOR NOTE: This book should be read after Secrets and Lace (Fatal Hearts; Book #1). ***WARNING: Due to sexual situations and adult content, this dark romance thriller series is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is unable to read books containing, kidnapping, murder, rape, and extreme abuse.
Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate. Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn't happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head. To be the first to know about Dori's new releases and giveaways, join her mailing list ➜ http://bit.ly/1H2kg7v