Oct 30 sees the release of Black Soul, my upcoming paranormal romance series prequel. Black Soul was previously published as Unbound in an anthology but it's going through a huge overhaul in revisions.
Anyway, here's my teaser from Black Soul. It's not finalised yet so this could still change. I hope you enjoy it.
He will damn his soul to set hers free.
When workaholic high-flying career lawyer Tara Woji takes a well deserved break and meets up with old friends she doesn’t realise the danger lurking in the shadows for her.
M’na is a chi, a gatekeeper whose duty is to protect the humans. He's lived more than a millennium waiting for Tara and is unable to do more than just watch her.
As the shadows deepen and darkness comes to claim her, he will do whatever it takes to protect her including doing the one thing he shouldn’t, releasing her powers.
Here's the teaser from the Prologue:
M'na lounged in the worn foam armchair, thighs apart, legs stretched out, and right hand clutching a short tumbler of whisky.
Desperation flowed in his veins, making him feverish. Sweat dripped down his face. His t-shirt clung to his back, a second skin. The air in the studio flat hung hot and heavy, making breathing a laboured affair.
Dim light from the wall lamp spewed across sparse furniture—plain dark wood coffee table stained with cup marks, another fabric-covered armchair similar to the one he sat on. A made-up bed covered in navy bed linen, large enough to accommodate two people if they clung to each other stood at one end, while a small open-plan kitchenette with cherry-wood units took up the opposite wall.
Posters of The Princess Bride, Clash of the Titans and Ladyhawke covered up light blue paint peeling off the brick walls. Images of Matthew Broderick, Rutger Hauer, Harry Hamlin and Cary Elwes stared down at him.
He snorted. The first time he was going to have sex in a millennium and he'd chosen a demon, with an obsession for fantasy movies. And books—hardcover copies of J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings books sat on a thin wooden shelf above the bed.
This was Dar es Salaam, but it could have been Mordor for the amount of supernatural creatures residing here. And the bar he'd been in earlier might as well be named Super Central.
Lifting the glass to his lips, he tightened his grip on it to stop his hand from shaking.
The strong liquor burned his throat as he tossed the whole shot down. Thumped the glass back onto the small table and refilled it from the bottle.
One of the advantages, or disadvantages depending on how one chose to look at it, of being a super, alcohol had no effect in normal quantities.
But he liked the sting of whisky at the back of his throat and in his chest. It made him feel alive. Something he hadn't felt in a very long time.
Shame it couldn't numb the pain searing his soul, his constant companion.
The succubus, Sira, sashayed out of the bathroom, in flame red lace lingerie that matched her hair colour and stilettos that made her legs seem to stretch for miles. She was striking, considering her skin gleamed jet black like polished granite and she had the body of a super model.
She'd graced the covers of magazines. But she also had an addiction to sex that had gotten her into trouble time and again.
Just the kind of woman he needed at the moment. Uncomplicated mind-blowing sex.
He'd denied himself this one thing for so long, welcoming the torture. Now he teetered on the edge, afraid he would plunge into insanity. If he didn't find the release soon, he would lose his mind. One thing he couldn't afford when others needed him. One other in particular.
Sira swung her hips to the left and then to the right, giving him a show of sorts. Hooked fingers to the clasp of the bra, she unfettered her breasts and they spilled out in their glory, revealing nipples like black berries.
His spine tingled, his trousers tightening. Eyes riveted on the girl as she cupped the swells of flesh on her chest, he licked his lips and lifted his glass to drink only to notice it empty.
Thud. The tumbler rolled when he discarded it.
"Come here," he growled. "I want you to make me forget."
"Whatever you say, Keeper." She smiled seductively as she settled between his knees.
She knew who he was although they hadn't spoken much after he'd picked her up in the bar and returned to her place. She hadn't asked any questions and he hadn't provided information except to whisper his need into her ear.
She palmed his bulge, squeezing him.
A groan left his lips unrestrained. His belt clanked as she undid the clasp. Soon his fly came undone and his erection throbbed in her hot palm.
Wet, warm mouth covered him. Applied suction.
Head tossed back and eyes closed, he groaned again losing himself to all but the feel of her lips drawing him in and her tongue rolling around the head.
He gripped the arms of the chair and tried to stay focused. But she didn't let up and practically sucked him to oblivion.
What do you think? Did it hook you? Leave me a comment and don't forget to check out the other Mid-week teasers.