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Broken Blade…snippet!

Snippet time… just a couple of weeks now!

Nothing but that steady pulse of magic. Okay. I sliced it open and set my knife aside, blowing out a breath. “I feel like an—” I started to say as I reached inside to pull out the document inside.

I never managed to finish the sentence because magic shrieked, splitting the relative quiet of the morning with a wail like a dying banshee.

Hurling the thing down, I shoved back from my desk and braced myself. Magic built around us, harder, higher, hotter.  Tighter—somehow, the feel of the magic grew tighter, wrapping around us like a bubble. Oh, hell, I hope that bubble didn’t pop with us inside.

I put myself at Justin’s side, noting yet again that the silver on his sleeves had started to spark. His dreads whipped around in an unseen wind. “What the hell is this?” I asked, but my voice was lost in the magic maelstrom.

“Old magic,” he shouted. “Not felt anything like it in a while. Just stay by me.”

I felt the odd, static warmth of his magic wrap around me—it had a strange, metallic sort of feel and made me think of blades clashing, shields flashing in the morning sun.

The two magics built and built—that foreign presence that I didn’t like at all and Justin’s familiar magic, like a giant warrior mantling over us, shield lifted and ready.

And then, as abruptly as it had started, it died. It didn’t fade; it just ended.

Justin cut a dark look my way and snapped, “Next time I tell you there’s too much magic to trust to a charm, will you listen? You know blades. I know magic and—”

I put a hand on his arm.

Somebody was coming.

I could hear her.

Felt each footstep like an echo on my soul.

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Broken Blade snippet

Just a few more weeks… 🙂

 

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“You going to be late?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know. I—”

Something hit the wards with enough force that the very building shook. I should be used to it, because it had been happening every damned day since it had first occurred a few days earlier.

But this felt different.

Stronger.

Heavier.

And I could feel the wards giving under the blows.

Blue lightning whipped around the room. It hit again and the lightning turned into a frenzy. Again. Again. Again—

“What the fuck?” I whispered. I flexed my hand and longed for the weight of my blade. She wasn’t there, though, and I had to make do with the gun. Mesmerized, I stared at it, barely even aware I’d drawn it. Why was I holding the damn gun?

“Kit.”

I jerked my head to look at TJ.

She was watching me sadly. “He’s hurting, too, Kit. Don’t hate me too much. I’m just trying to help you, kid.”

“What—”

It hit me then and I lunged for the back door.

Another frenzy of lightning hit and then the ward shattered with a groan. Bits and pieces of magic fell to the earth, sparkling in the air. I could see them from the corner of my eyes and the death of the ward sucked the air out of me. If I’d moved a few seconds sooner, I would have gotten away.

But I was sensitive to magic and the power of the ward death’s left me reeling. As I stumbled against the bar, I was painfully aware of the roar echoing through the bar.

The doors opened and spat Damon’s bloodied form at my feet.

I backed up, determined to get something between us.

Something. TJ. Goliath. Anything or anybody.

But TJ had disappeared.

And I was alone with Damon.

 

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Blade Song & Night Blade are on sale… $1.99

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Blade Song

book 1

Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades—has a new job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It should be a piece of cake.

So why is she so nervous? It probably has something to do with the insanity that happens when you deal with shifters—especially sexy ones who come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money.

Or maybe it’s all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she’s gotten in over her head. Or maybe it’s because if she fails—she’s dead.

If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she’ll even live long to collect her fee…

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Night Blade

book 2

Kit Colbana is always biting off more than she can chew. She has a knack for finding trouble. This time, though, trouble finds her. Someone from her past drops a case into her lap that she just can’t refuse…literally.

People on the Council are dying left and right and she’s been requested to investigate the deaths. The number one suspect? Her lover, Damon. If she doesn’t clear his name, he gets a death sentence. Even if she succeeds? They still might try to execute him. Oh, and she’s not allowed to tell him about the case, either.

The stakes are high this time around, higher than they’ve ever been. Kit may be forced to pay the ultimate price to save her lover’s life…a price that could destroy her and everything she loves.

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Broken Blade excerpt

FYI, if you haven’t read NIGHT BLADE, be warned.  This will have some info that is spoiler-rific.

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You saw the warning right?

 

Okay.

You didn’t let anything else take you down…

Hard words.

Harsh words.

And as I made myself walk into the bathroom the next morning, I realized TJ wasn’t really wrong.

My grandmother’s voice, never far from my mind, rose up to haunt me. Useless waste. I’ll make a warrior out of you if it kills me…

Sometimes, I think she’d meant if it killed me.

And damn if she didn’t try. Try hard. But I’d run away from her, managed to build a life.

You face down everything that scares you.

But right now, everything scared me. Life. Leaving the safety of TJ’s bar. And facing the woman in the mirror. It was a damned hard thing to do and for the four months, I’d avoided it as much as I possibly could. As often as I could, because looking at myself was just too hard.

But today, I made myself look anyway.

It was almost a shock, the woman I saw staring back at me.

Leaner. Harder. Sadder.

The scars had paled. My neck was a mess of them. The ones on the left side of my neck were neat, a small circle of them, placed there back when I’d still mattered to somebody. When I’d still mattered, period.

No, we don’t think about that… Immediately my brain started to skitter away even as memories danced closer.

Did you really think I wasn’t coming for you?  Damon’s voice, raw and broken.

Tears burned inside me, but I swallowed them back. I couldn’t handle that and this. Not now. So instead of looking at the mark he’d given me, I looked at the uglier scars. The ones that marked my ruin. My destruction.

The mess on the right side of my neck was what bothered me, the ones that told the awful, sickening story of what had been done to me.

The vampire’s voice was a nasty mockery in the back of my mind. Every time one of my kind sees the marks on you, they will think, and wonder.

They’d see me as a toy.

It pissed me off because that was what I’d been.

I touched them, made myself do it even though I flinched. I memorized the feel of them.

Jude could have healed them after he’d fed, but he’d chosen not to.  He’d wanted to mark me and he hadn’t been neat about it. I’d fought, long and hard. Sometimes he’d almost let me get away, so there weren’t just puncture wounds. Some of them were long slices down my neck from where his fangs had torn me. They started just below my ear and disappeared under the collar of my shirt. There was no hiding them, not unless I just started walking around in hooded cloaks.

I needed to make them part of me, somehow.