Blurb:
A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical
"dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one
another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good.
The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her
daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and
Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined
strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.
Excerpt:
My
tired eyes shot open in surprise. Lash was also taken aback, studying Devlin as
if he was waiting for the vampire to state some kind of condition. Devlin had
been holding the edges of the door frame and now he let go of one, and stepped
aside. Lash looked past him to me, lying there in Devlin’s bed. It was too dark
for me to see what he was feeling by his eyes, and even then, he had become a
lot better at hiding his emotions, now that his eyes weren’t always flat.
Lash stepped in the room. Devlin
shut the door behind him, then came back, and got into bed. Lash came to the
bottom of the bed and stopped, his face still unreadable.
“What are you waiting for? Go shower
and get in here already,” Devlin ordered, grief still heavy in his words.
“Dev, why are you saying that this
is okay now?” Lash hissed, annoyed.
“Because life is too short,” Dev
said flatly. “Danial thought he had eternity. That he was going to see Elle and
Theoron grow up. He may never get the chance to now. I may have lost him for
good. And now my niece has been hurt badly...” Devlin paused, swallowed hard
and began again. “I’ve been the cause of a lot of suffering. And I’m not
causing any more, not for you or her, not if I can help it.”
“You’re sure?” Lash hissed in a
malicious tone. “Don’t offer me this and then change your mind, Dev, like you
have before. It’s yes or no, tonight and from now on. Because if she wants me,
I’m not giving her up because you tell me to, not ever again.”
I wanted to say “what about Gina?”,
but decided to hold my tongue. I was feeling too happy just knowing he wanted
me, that he still cared for me as he had months ago.
“I want you here. She wants you
here. Stay.” Devlin said.
6.)
I flipped the bacon and the sausage just in time, and told Lash to mix up the
pancake batter. He gave me a blank look.
I cracked up laughing, and he
laughed too, even though it was at his expense. I got the ingredients in a
bowl, and handed it to him, and he mixed. Then we traded again, and I gave him
some bacon and sausage to eat.
“Put in the bagels or toast,
please,” I said, pouring the pancake batter into the hot frying pans. Lash did
it, and then he was easing up behind me again, putting his arms around me.
“You make me so happy, Sar,” he said
softly, moving my hair with one hand so he could kiss my neck. “I never
thought—”
I heard a low growl, and looked up
to see Theo and Terian in the doorway.
Theo’s
eyes were yellow, and Terian’s were red, as they beheld Lash and me in our
robes, him holding me as I made us breakfast. I could smell the scent of sex on
myself, and I knew they could both smell it, too, and also probably that it had
been only minutes before they arrived.
“I
told you we should have driven here, not teleported right in,” Terian said,
rolling his eyes. He didn’t look surprised, likely because I had just asked him
for that potion.
Theo
seemed unable to take his eyes off Lash and me. I went crimson under his steady
gaze and looked down, but Lash just gave them both a wide grinning smile.
“Sorry,
we didn’t know we had company,” Lash hissed gleefully, resting his head on my
shoulder, holding me as he looked at them. “As you can see, we weren’t
expecting any visitors.”
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Bio:
Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health
inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree
in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include
over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms,
Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in
Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She
also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer,"
published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing
(Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing
novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all
species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target
practice.
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