*(No, this probably won’t be an every Tuesday thing, but alliteration is always fun, right?)
NO LOVE FOR THE WICKED (release date TBA) is in copyedit right now. *woo-hoo!* But for those eager to know what our dear Magnolia has been up to these last months, here’s a sneak peek of what’s to come:
I stepped out at the same time Trench Coat guy did. He lit a cigarette and kept his distance from the woman. She didn’t sense him yet, but her defenses were still up. Her voice intentionally carried through the cold air. “Yeah, headed there now so I should be at your place in, like, ten minutes.” She laughed. “Sure. Tell you what. If I’m not there in exactly eleven minutes, call 911.” Impressive.
I stayed on the opposite side of the street, a block behind the guy. I heard him chuckle behind his cigarette as she picked up her pace. He had seen her try to turn on her phone in front of the club then watched her struggle to walk with a don’t-mess-with-me attitude. He watched her now, the swivel of her hips under that tight little skirt. He had all kinds of pictures in his mind about lifting that skirt and listening to her screams.
I stumbled and closed my eyes to his thoughts. What the hell was wrong with people? Being with a man wasn’t supposed to be like that. The bittersweet scent of musk and metal wafted through my senses. Theo’s dark smirk flashed in my mind. Quickly, I pushed the image away. No distractions tonight. I needed to get through this and stay focused. When I opened my eyes, Trench Coat guy was almost two blocks away. Shit.
The next instant, I was across the street, right behind the guy as he strolled into a parking garage. The woman’s voice faded as she hustled up the garage’s enclosed stairwell. When the sound of a door opening echoed through the stairwell, the man started running, taking two, sometimes three steps at a time. I didn’t bother keeping pace. I just met him at the door. He slowed when he reached the landing. His eyes darkened and a smile crept across his face. My breath caught. I’d seen transformations like this before. Much, much worse than this, actually, but the effect was still the same. It was a slight shift in features—a deepening in his eyes, a curl of his lip – but it was the same as if he had pulled off a mask, removed the handsome façade to reveal the monster that really lived there. Playtime was over. He reached for the door handle. I dropped my invisible shield.
“What the fuck!” he shouted as I body slammed him face-first into the door. He was a whole foot taller than me so I jammed my shoulder into his lower back to keep him in place. He wriggled against my hold but I barely noticed. I had to concentrate. Turning invisible, listening to other peoples’ thoughts—those abilities were nothing. But this newest power had taken me months to hone. If I could totally control it now, I knew I’d be ready. I curled my nails into his lower back and focused my power into my hands. The bones popped and stretched as they transformed into leathery, elongated manacles. Claws. I twisted my wrist and sliced through his coat and shirt until I felt the warmth of his blood tickle my fingertips.
He saw me from the corner of his eye and his knees buckled. I brought my face up close to his. Blood dripped onto the floor around us. His flesh and the door behind him darkened to a deep shade of pink. I paused. My eyes were turning again. Damn it, I still couldn’t completely control that one.
I’ll post more excerpts and snippets as we get closer to release date. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a pot of coffee and a box of no-bake cookies calling my name;)