Hot Paranormal Nights
July 25 – 30, win prizes, ebooks and more in the Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop, brought to you by authors Tricia Schneider and Kallysten. This event celebrates all things that go bump in the night. Whether you like your sexy heroes to have fangs or fur, or your spunky heroines to harness magical forces, or any other sort of paranormal elements to spice up your romances, this is the hop for you! Will you join the fun?
Read my excerpt below. Then, comment to enter to win a copy of The Beckoning of Beautiful Things and a $15 Amazon gift card. Hop to the other author’s sites to enter to win other prizes. This excerpt is from The Beckoning of Broken Things, out in late August.
***Is Marissa Engles crazy? Or is she a paranormal Light Rebel who can shape form from the electricity buzzing through her veins. Her aunt and sister think “Crazy.” The locked mental facility they’ve put her in thinks “Delusional.” She’s so drugged up, she can’t tell if they’re right. Only her new pal, Rafe Caldwell, another mental patient inmate, thinks she is what she says he is. And he intends to find out more – lots more. The only problem is her missing soul bound lover, Daniel Navid, who commands the darkest of the dark. But as they say, if the cat’s away…***
I make my way to my white room. Rafe is lounging in the hallway near my room, studying something. He’s slouching but he seems to be pretty tall – 6’3” or 6’4”, I’d say. Muscled. I wonder if they have a gym here. When I get closer I see that he’s clutching a pamphlet called Is Aggression Anger? My eyebrows knit together as I approach. “Is it?” I ask.
He whirls around. “It is. Aggression is a form of extreme anger. I should know.” He pauses and bites his lip, looking at me intently. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m super. I’ve got Haloperidol humming through my system and I’ve never felt better. You?”
He snorts. “Same. Rafe Caldwell, by the way.” He sticks out his hand.
He’s got the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Full kissable lips. Short ginger hair. Freckles everywhere. He looks like a candy bar that you could eat and never quite be satisfied – you’d only end up wanting another. In other words, you’d be addicted. “Marissa Engles,” I answer. I start to extend my hand and then consider. What if I shock him with my erratic energy? I don’t want to end up in isolation or whatever they do to severe head cases. I draw my hand back. “Uh, I’m kind of sensitive about touch.”
He cocks his head. “Really? Or is it because you don’t want anyone to know you’ve got electricity buzzing through your veins?”
“What? Who told you that?”
He puts his hands behind his back and leans against the textured, white wall. His ginger hair makes a sharp contrast to the white. “I snuck a peek at your patient records. They said you’re delusional, thinking you can stream light.”
“I know. I just wanted to find out more about you. All the staff is up in arms about you being here. They’re twittering and clucking in the break room between shifts. You’re trending.” He smiles. “Your aunt has been a longtime supporter of this place. That’s why all the fuss over you being here. She’s probably responsible for entire wings being constructed with her donations.”
We both lean against the wall, silent. Why would Aunt Topaz be a donor here? I ponder this for a while and come up blank. “I like your name.” I continue to look at the opposite wall.
“Thanks. It means wolf. I’m a redheaded wolf.”
I turn and catch his small smile with my eyes. It comes and goes, though, fleeting. “I’ve seen red wolves. At the zoo in Tacoma. They were beautiful.”
He smiles again, still staring at the opposite wall.
I rest my back once more against the paneling, right next to Rafe. There’s a cheap picture of an abstract, geometric something or other hanging across from me. It appears to be something from Wal-Mart. I study it. I could do so much better. My paintings are alive. This one is dead. Colors and lines arranged without feeling, like a mechanical drawing.
“So. Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you have electricity in your veins?”
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