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Witchy Wolf Book 3 excerpt

Witchy Wolf 3

Hey y’all. Sorry I haven’t posted much in a while. Real life kind of hit me with a 1-2 punch, so I’ve gotten behind on stuff. Fret not though, Book 3 of the Witchy Wolf  series IS in progress, and here’s a little sneak peak for you. Keep in mind this is “super rough hasn’t had any editing done yet” excerpt, lol.

How did a 300 year old witch who’s stripped of her powers and looks and walks like she is eighty years old escape from a mental institution? That was the question everyone in the compound mulled over in their heads the day after my wedding. Gabe sent Ben and Brady, the twin enforcers of the pack, to investigate. So far, none of us had come up with any explanations.

“She must have had outside help,” my father suggested. He lounged on the couch, his suit crisp and unwrinkled, and there wasn’t a hair out of place on his head. It amazed me how the man looked like perfection despite the fact that none of us had slept much the night before. Unfortunately for Gabe and myself, it wasn’t due to the normal wedding night activities a bride and groom normally participate in.

“There’s another possibility,” my grandmother offered. She sipped coffee from a bright blue mug that Emily had handed to her a few moments before and rested with her legs tucked underneath her on the far end of the same couch my father lounged on. “It’s one that I am loathe to entertain, but knowing your mother’s propensity for evil doing, it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.”

I was fairly certain I wasn’t going to like what my grandmother was about to say. She’d certainly captured the attention of everyone in the room. Gabe and I sat on the smooth leather couch across from them while Harmony and Jacob rested on the huge pillows on the floor, and Emily hovered around in the background ready to ply us with more coffee and homemade doughnuts. The rest of my family had been shooed off into other rooms because having everyone in the same room had caused too much noise and chaos as all of my aunts and uncles and even some of my cousins threw in their two cents worth.

“What if she didn’t lose all of her magic as we have assumed?”

I felt my heart trip in my chest at the possibility. “But Gran, how could that be possible? And why would she remain in that asylum for almost 13 years if she had magic?”

Gran held up her hands. “Just hear me out.”

Gabe leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. Every muscle in his body was tensed as if he was about to spring into motion. It surprised me that he hadn’t become stiff and sore because he’d been that way since I received the call about my mother the night before.

“Maybe she only lost most of it, and she’s remained in the institution all of this time because it took that long for her magic to recharge. Of course she’s going to continue to look as though she’s 80 years old. Any change in her appearance would create confusion but wouldn’t necessarily be to her benefit, at least not until she was able to act on it.”

“But there wasn’t anything during my visit to indicate her magic was regenerating.”

At this my father swung his feet down to the floor and sat up. “Are you sure? No sense of weirdness or wrongness? No strange vibe?”

His questions made me think of the sudden feeling towards the end of the visit that I needed to get out of the room as quickly as possible. “Well…maybe. Right before I left, I got the sudden urge to bolt out the door. It’s one of the reasons I left when I did.”

My father tapped a finger on his chin. “Then Mother’s explanation is a valid possibility. If the demon did not take every single drop of your mother’s magic, then it would regenerate over time. It’s how magic works.”

“But 13 years?” piped Harmony. “That’s an awfully long time.”

“She possessed strong magic. For someone that powerful, it would take years to regain full power, so we can’t discount the theory.” My father stood and smoothed down his pants, though there was no need to do so.

“But I don’t have anything to worry about, right? I mean, you and my uncles encircled the compound with a powerful protection spell, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and it should hold.”

Gabe straightened up quickly. “What do you mean should?”

My father glanced at Gabe before sauntering over to the window to look out upon the front yard. “I meant it should. However, nothing is fool-proof, not even elven magic. Every spell has a counter spell or a failing point. It’s not likely to happen as the secrets of Elven magic are closely guarded, but I would be remiss if I didn’t at least tell you there was a possibility.”

I crossed my arms and frowned at my father’s back. “So in other words, as long as the spell doesn’t fail, I’m stuck in the compound?”

Gabe turned his head and looked at me. “You’re damned right you are.”

 

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They’re vampire detectives, and to do their job they must fight their attraction  … until they can’t.

Valerie Knight and Devon Fall are vampires. They are also detectives in New Atlanta who are chasing a violent sociopath who targets registered prostitutes. Valerie has always kept herself isolated. She has a difficult time trusting anyone after a past in which her Master used and abused her and forced her to treat humans as nothing more than chattel. The past haunts her so much that she can’t completely give in to her instinctive desires. Devon Fall is her handsome and mysterious new partner who has some secrets of his own.
As they track down the vile perpetrator, Val and Devon dance around their attraction to each other. Every movement seems to bring them closer to the inevitable  passion, but Valerie tries desperately to hold him at arm’s length. She’s never given her heart to anyone, and she can’t imagine ever being vulnerable to another of her kind after what her Master put her through.
When Valerie’s life is threatened by someone from her past, Devon must race to save her from the clutches of her formidable enemy. Can he be her savior…in more ways than one? Can Valerie put the past behind her and give in to the passion she feels every time she’s near Devon? Read Knight Fall to find out…IF YOU DARE!

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Knight Fall

From NYT and USA Today Bestselling author Alexis Dare…

They’re vampire detectives, and to do their job they must fight their attraction  … until they can’t.

Valerie Knight and Devon Fall are vampires. They are also detectives in New Atlanta who are chasing a violent sociopath who targets registered prostitutes. Valerie has always kept herself isolated. She has a difficult time trusting anyone after a past in which her Master used and abused her and forced her to treat humans as nothing more than chattel. The past haunts her so much that she can’t completely give in to her instinctive desires. Devon Fall is her handsome and mysterious new partner who has some secrets of his own.

As they track down the vile perpetrator, Val and Devon dance around their attraction to each other. Every movement seems to bring them closer to the inevitable  passion, but Valerie tries desperately to hold him at arm’s length. She’s never given her heart to anyone, and she can’t imagine ever being vulnerable to another of her kind after what her Master put her through.

When Valerie’s life is threatened by someone from her past, Devon must race to save her from the clutches of her formidable enemy. Can he be her savior…in more ways than one? Can Valerie put the past behind her and give in to the passion she feels every time she’s near Devon? Read Knight Fall to find out…IF YOU DARE!

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Knight Fall excerpt

Knight Fall excerpt

I am finishing up the first book of a new vampire series called Knight Fall. It took precedent over the third Witchy Wolf book due to the fact that it will be included in a multi-author bundle which has a deadline. Here’s an excerpt:

 

May 20, 2264

Alex smelled the blood before she saw it. Even though she chose to no longer drink blood from humans, the scent still affected her. She fought to control her instincts. If her eyes changed to neon green and her fangs descended, the uniformed cops around her would likely react quickly, even in their confusion. She wouldn’t be able to mesmer all of them before at least one got a shot off, and the last thing she wanted was to contaminate the scene with her blood. She should be able to clean up, but she couldn’t be certain she’d remove all traces. Luckily, after 225 years of being a vampire, she had developed an iron will and tamped down the sudden need to vamp out. Prevention was much easier the damage control. She entered the bedroom and surveyed the scene.

“Detective Knight.”

Alex nodded at the uniformed cop. “Sarge. What do we know?” The sergeant wiped sweat from his brow. Alex thought from the redness of his pale, freckled face and the way his uniform shirt looked as though the buttons would pop off at any moment due to his excessive weight, added to the copious amount of sweat she could smell before she entered the room that Sgt. Willis was a heart attack waiting to happen.

“The call came in to dispatch as an anonymous tip. The caller stated that someone at this address was dead. Dispatch traced the call to an unregistered com. The closest available unit came to check it out and found the dead body. The victim has been identified by scan as Mary Brown. DOB 2 – 2 – 32 which puts her at 32 years of age. Background scan showed she’s a P2 with a pimp who goes by the name of Moe ‘D.”

Alex frowned. A P2 level prostitute worked on the street, and even though the 2 denoted a pimp controlled her services, it didn’t necessarily mean she lived with him.

The Sarge scrolled down his handheld to refresh his memory on the rest of the victim’s information. “No children on record. Only living relative is a sister whose last known address is New L.A. The victim’s last known address is a flop on Henry.”

“Have you located the owner of the house?”

The Sarge shook his head. “There isn’t one. House is listed as unoccupied. Put on the market six months ago. It’s listed with Waterman Realty.”

The name of the realty company surprised Alex. Waterman Realty generally only accepted listings in high income areas. This neighborhood was not on the lowest end, but it was definitely lower than middle class. Not Waterman Realty’s usual client.

“Anything else?”

“That’s all we know right now.”

“Thanks Sarge. Have your Unis canvas the neighborhood. I’ll take it from here.”

Alex scanned the room, her eyes taking in every detail. The realtor had done a decent job of staging it considering the neighborhood. The walls were painted a cheerful blue, and lacy white curtains covered the barred windows. Aluminum furniture filled the room, but that wasn’t unusual. World War III destroyed the majority of the plants and trees, so they were now considered an endangered species in most safe zones. Only the richer citizens could afford to hire the furniture makers who went outside the safe zones to find wild trees not on the endangered list.

Alex’s eyes finally came to rest on the bed. She had saved it for last on purpose considering it was the main focus of the crime scene. What had once been a fluffy white comforter made of the same synthetic lace as the curtains was now crimson spattered. The vic lay spread eagle on the bed. Blue nylon rope bound her wrists and ankles to the dull silver head and foot rails of the bed. She was completely naked except for the scrap of red cloth covering her eyes in a make shift blindfold.

Violet flashes marred both breasts. The nipple was missing from the right one. It looked as though it was a clean slice. Drying blood ran in trails down her skin to the bed. Some pooled on her flat stomach. Alex continued to study the body. When she came to the pearl handle sticking out from between the victim’s legs and the copious amounts of blood underneath this section of the bed, her lip curled in disgust. Monsters definitely walked amongst the humans, but too often, it was one of their own playing the part.

Witchy Wolf Book 3 Plus More!

Witchy Wolf Book 3 + More!

I am in the process of writing book three in the Witchy Wolf series. I have given it a tentative title of Cursed. In this book, readers will find out the consequences of Chloe’s mother’s escape from the mental institution and will learn more about Chloe’s Elven family.

I am also involved in an upcoming paranormal bundle with some other authors, so I am working on that book as well. My book for that bundle is titled Knight Fall. I will very likely release it on its own before the bundle releases. So, it’s possible it will be released before book 3 of Witchy Wolf, but don’t despair Witchy Wolf fans, book 3 should come out shortly thereafter. It’s just a deadline situation. The vampire book has to be done by a deadline, so it’s taking more of my attention.

Knight Fall features a pair of detective vampires who are thrown together as partners in the midst of a serial killer’s spree. Sparks will fly, in more ways than one, as the new partners butt heads in search of the killer.

See keep your eyes peeled for more information on both of these upcoming books!

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Peril: Witchy Wolf Book 2

Peril: Witchy Wolf Book 2

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Alexis Dare 
Sequel to the Best-selling Book, Witchy Wolf 

She’s found her fated mate. Now, she has to keep him…

Chloe Jackson has barely adjusted to her new life with the pack and sexy Alpha werewolf, Gabriel Denton. Now, not only must she deal with the murderous glances of a jealous she-wolf who wants Gabriel, but she also must face an evil from her past that threatens to destroy her new life and happiness with her hunky alpha. Can Gabe save Chloe from the clutches of her enemy? Will Chloe uncover the truth behind her heritage? Will she walk down the aisle with the love of her life, or will Gabe lose her to forces he never saw coming?

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Peril Excerpt

Peril Excerpt (Witchy Wolf Book 2)

Chloe Meets her Mother

“Ms. Jackson?” The doctor’s eyes were wide, and his eyebrows raised.

“That’s me.”

He came forward and shook my hand. “I’m sorry. I expected someone older.”

What did he mean by that?

“If you will follow me, I’ll take you to your mother. I’m going to apologize in advance for how the visit must be conducted. For patients like your mother, we must maintain higher security, due to her escape attempts. The visiting room is much like the ones you might see in a prison.”

I understood what he meant when we entered the room. It did indeed look like the visiting rooms when you saw a prison show on television. The walls were the same peeling beige paint on concrete as the lobby, and the smell was even worse. The room was divided across the middle by a wall that was half concrete and half safety glass. It was divided into sections. Each section had chairs on each side and also a short ledge which you could use to support your upper body while you leaned close to the window. Each window had a small hole around face height to allow for better hearing. The hole was covered with wire mesh.

“If you will have a seat at the first window, your mother will be brought in shortly. An attendant will remain with her for safety purposes.”

When my mother came through the door on the other side, my mouth fell open in shock. How could this woman be my mother? Her back bowed with age, which caused her to slump. Gray hair that looked as though it hadn’t been brushed in weeks fell in messy waves around her face. This little old lady was an escape risk?

When she sat down across from me and finally looked up, I got another shock. It was like looking in the mirror except what stared back at me was my face many years in the future.

Her eyes held a spark I had not expected to see. “Chloe.” Her voice rasped as if she’d smoked for years on end even though I knew she hadn’t. I guess losing your magic wrecks havoc on your body. “So after all of these years, you finally decide to come.”

I nodded warily. Despite the fact I knew she no longer had magic, I still felt a weird vibe from her.

“To what do I owe the honor of your presence? I’m certain it’s not because you missed me.” Old body, raspy voice, but same old haughty, bitchy mom.

“I have some questions.”

She nodded. “Fair enough I suppose.”

Before I came I had thought long and hard about what questions I should ask and how much I should tell my mother. I decided it would be best if she didn’t know I’d shown magical powers. Playing dumb was the best bet.

“I have a new one now that I’ve seen you. When I was growing up, you always looked the same. Now you look old enough to be my grandmother.” Honestly, she looked old enough to be my great grandmother, but I wasn’t going to push it. “And, a lot of weird things happened. I never saw you go shopping, but we always had food and clothes. You never seemed to sit down and fix your hair and makeup, and yet you always looked flawless.” She smiled a bit wistfully at that. “Come to think of it, I don’t remember you doing my hair either when I was little, but it was always done.”

She leaned forward and beckoned me closer to the glass like we were co-conspirators about to hatch a plan. “I’m a witch,” she whispered, and I tried to put a look of disbelief on my face.

“Oh come on. There’s no such thing!”

“Yes, though not many of us exist anymore. I’m over 300 years old.”

“You’re crazy. That is not possible!”

“Oh, but it is! Witches are near immortal. With our magic, we can live for centuries. For every hundred human years, we only age about ten.”

“Then why do you book 80 when you’re 300? And why do I look my age?”

“We grow naturally until we hit late teens, early 20s, then it slows some but not entirely until we reach our age of magical maturity, which is 30. Alas, I no longer have my magic. It was robbed from me, which is why I am the decrepit old lady you see before you.”

“How was it taken from you?”

A sly look crossed her face. “Never mind about that. It isn’t important.”

Witchy Wolf 2

Witchy Wolf 2 now has a title: Peril!

Here is an excerpt from Chapter 1:

Chloe padded bare foot down the back staircase to the kitchen. She grimaced when she spied Beth standing at the sink. Tension reigned in the fractured relationship between Beth and Gabe. Chloe knew she shared some of the blame, but if he had not been so blind to what smacked him upside the face every time Beth was around him, the issue would have been dealt with long before Chloe ever entered their lives. In the six months since discovering Gabe belonged to her as her fated mate, Chloe had attempted to at least be civil to Beth, as a favor to Gabe considering his long standing friendship with her. And even though Chloe did try, Beth rebuffed every attempt she made.

Chloe breathed in deep and then let it out. She would not let the bitchy blonde ruin her day. “Good morning, Beth.” As usual, Beth shot her a death glare. Without speaking a word, she spun from the sink and stalked out of the room.

Shaking her head, Chloe padded over to the stove to investigate the contents of the big, silver pot on the back burner. She lifted the lid and saw that Emily had cooked oatmeal for breakfast. Chloe had yet to figure out how Emily managed to keep the oatmeal from turning into a lumpy, sodden mess. Even instant oatmeal never came out right for her. She couldn’t imagine making such a large amount from scratch and keeping it the correct consistency. Chloe grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and scooped some of the oatmeal out of the pot. She rummaged in the spice cabinet and found the cinnamon sugar to sprinkle on top of it.

Maybe she get Emily to give her some cooking lessons. Chloe almost laughed out loud at that thought. Yeah, right! Like lessons would help her. She could barely boil an egg without catastrophe. Susie always did the cooking before… Chloe felt a tug on her heart at the thought of her best friend. The pain of her loss still hit her at unexpected moments. She missed her more than words could express, but at least she had some comfort in knowing her killer had paid the price. Now, if they could only catch the man who gave the order for Susie’s death, her justice would be complete. Gabe and the twins were investigating, but so far, they had not discovered his identity.

Chloe finished eating the oatmeal and cleaned up after herself. The day before, she had witnessed Emily scolding Jacob for leaving behind a mess, and she did not want to be on the other end of Emily’s ire. That little woman was scary when she got riled up. She saw the clock on the microwave and cursed under her breath. If she didn’t hurry, she was going to be late for work.

 

 

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