Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Wednesday Snippet - THROWN TO THE WOLVES

So it's already getting hard to find snippets from Through Fire and Pale Queen that aren't spoilery. Luckily, I have a solution this week! I'm working through the first round edits for THROWN TO THE WOLVES, so this seems an ideal time to share a teaser from that. Here's the blurb in case you haven't seen it, and you can read on for a sneak peek!

Paige went to Romania looking for inspiration for a book. She found herself caught in a horror story. Attacked and left for dead by a vampire, Paige finds herself at the mercy of Kata, a beautiful, enigmatic werewolf. Their attraction is instant, but Paige's fate hangs in the balance. She may yet be turned into a vampire herself. Soon it's clear to Paige that the only way to save herself may be to return to the woman who attacked her...even if it means placing both herself and Kata in the greatest danger.

 Paige cleared her throat, gesturing at the rushing water. “When you said bath, I thought you meant, you know, a bath?”
Kata chuckled. “We are a little primitive,” she said, setting the clothes she'd brought along on the grass. “But the water is clean and warm enough.”
Paige eyed the brook dubiously, then combed her fingers through her ragged hair. She’d been on enough camping holidays as a kid to be fine with outdoor bathing, and God knew she was craving cleanliness after last night, but she wished the twins weren’t already in there. Alina’s cold welcome made the brook feel … well, unsafe. No swimming with the werewolves had to be top of the Hoia’s do-not-do list.
Well, maybe it was just below no necking with the vampires.
Smirking at herself, Paige shrugged and started stripping off. She didn’t think she was imagining Kata’s gaze on her as she did, and when she turned to toss her t-shirt aside, she indeed locked eyes with the other woman. Kata’s expression was darkly hungry, and as Paige unfastened her bra, she found herself blushing furiously, wondering what Kata made of her bare skin.
Or not so bare. Paige had her first tattoo at fifteen and had added one every year since. At twenty-six, she was running out of room. From the Shakespeare quote on her ribs to the tree of life on her back to the ring of cats around her right ankle, she was a living canvas. Past girlfriends had traced the lines of those tattoos with their fingers and lips over and over, and still Paige had never experienced anything that touched her the same way Kata’s stare did.
Lowering herself into the water, which was not at all warm, Paige wondered if Kata would join her, then decided she'd rather she didn't. Not with Lidia and Alina watching, and not with so much fucked-up shit in the past twenty-four hours. She'd let lust do the talking last night, and look where it landed her. Kata had been kind and she was achingly attractive, but she was a werewolf, for fuck's sake. Paige's rule was to try anything once, but maybe it was time to draw a line somewhere.
Hoping to douse the fires Kata sparked in her, she ducked under the water with a shriek. The cold was invigorating, stinging her skin pleasantly. The bite wound throbbed when the water hit it, but that felt good too, in a way. A reminder that she'd survived. She swam out to the center of the brook, conscious of three pairs of inhuman eyes on her, and wondered for the first time what happened next.
If this was one of those crappy movies she watched with Ben, she'd turn into a vampire.

The intrusive thought blindsided her, and she floundered, swallowing a mouthful of water. Choking, she found herself underwater and unable to catch her breath. The sudden darkness utterly disorientated her. She panicked, flailing in the water and losing control of her limbs. Gavrila's beautiful face flashed into her mind's eye and she was back in the woods, lost in the dark, running from death…

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