I'm tickled to share an unedited excerpt of author Brenda Dyer's upcoming release, Prophecy's Child. I've been anxiously awaiting this second book in The Prophecy Series. I can't wait to read Kal's story. Just so you know, he's on the "list".
The release date has not been set yet, but I'll be sure to let you know when it's announced. Won't be long now, boys and girls!
And because I enjoyed Love's Prophecy so much, I've decided to add a giveaway. :) More details after the excerpt.
Excerpt: "Kal rummaged through the drawers in his bathroom, frantically searching for a condom.
“Shit and fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “I know there’s a box somewhere.” He yanked open the cabinet under the sink and shoved aside towels, toilet paper and other crap.
Relief filled him. “Thank all that’s holy.” He seized a small blue box and ripped off the lid. Two foil-wrapped condoms slid along the bottom.
Grabbing one, he darted back into the bedroom, but stopped the moment he saw Katherine.
She’d wrapped the blue comforter around her delicious body, and a scowl scrunched her brow. Once again, anger radiated from her.
Damnit! Did she regret their actions already? He’d been in the John for four—maybe five seconds. How could she have changed her mind so fast?
Anger and disappointment surged through him, mixing with lust.
He tried to rein in his raw emotions, but his cock aching like an abscessed tooth, made it impossible to get a handle on them. Swearing none to quietly, he shoved a trembling hand through his hair and stared back at her. “Regretting our lovemaking already?"
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t reply.
He widened his stance and folded his arms. “Don’t bother telling me you didn’t enjoy what happened a moment ago because I know better.” He licked his lips; the taste of her sweetness made his erection twitch painfully. “I can still taste how much you…took pleasure in it.”
Katherine’s cheeks turned as pink as the roses in the room, but her brown eyes stayed fixed on him. “I’m not denying I…enjoyed what happened. That’s not why I’m pissed off.”
“Care to fill me in?”
Like a queen addressing her court, Katherine looked down her nose at him and said in voice filled with ice, “Can you explain to me why you have a tattoo of me naked on your back for the entire world to see?”
The tattoo. Shit, he’d forgotten about it. He smiled and relaxed his posture.
She marched over to him with the ends of the comforter balled in her fists. “This isn’t funny.”
He fought to hide his grin, but instead he chuckled. “The entire world? Sure, I have a killer body.” He flexed, making his pecs jerk and dance, then he flexed both biceps. “And I have massive guns.” He winked at her “But I do like to wear clothes sometimes—it gets pretty cold, ya know.”
Her head dipped, but not before he saw her smile. “Will you be serious, please?”
“Okay.” Was he really going to let her know what a pathetic geek he was?
“Have a seat.” He guided her back to the bed with a hand on the small of her back.
Katherine eyed him warily before sitting. The comforter parted, reveling one of her long legs. His gaze traveled up the creaming expanse of flesh and muscle to her thigh.
She cleared her throat and flipped the blanket over her bare limb.
The pressure in his pants increased, and his body vibrated with sexual hunger and bloodlust.
He’d come so close earlier to biting her, but he wrestled that urge until he got it under control. But it was back with a vengeance.
Needing space, he shoved the condom into the pocket of his jeans and moved to the dresser. In the top drawer, he rummaged through boxer shorts and socks until he found the picture. He brought it over to the bed and handed it her. While she gazed at the framed photo, he sat next to her. Her natural lemony scent mixed with her strawberry perfume or lotion, and under that he caught the sweet bouquet of her arousal.
All combined, adding more temptation to his already battered willpower.
He sighed then focused his mind on the night he’d taken the picture. “Do you remember the night I took this photo?”
She nodded, but a wall of long hair blocked his view of her face.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at the picture. Over the years he’d memorized every detail. But the one that stood out was the look of untainted love in her eyes. “It was the first time you said you loved me.”
“I remember,” she whispered. She traced the gilded frame with a finger. “We’d just made love. And I told you I loved you.” She chuckled. “Your response was to jump up and take a picture. Not the response I was looking for.”
“I had to capture the moment.” He leaned back, holding himself up with his hands. “Besides, I said and showed you how much I loved you after that.”
Katherine set the photo against her knees and glanced his way. Her warm brown eyes sent his heart crashing against his ribs. “Yes, you did. Many times.”
“Do you know why I had to take that picture?”
“Because I wanted to freeze time and stay in that moment forever.” He picked up the picture. “When you said you loved me, I’d never been happier or felt more alive.” He stroked the line of her cheek in the photo. “Or filled with such gut-churning guilt.”
She gasped. “Guilt? Why?”
Kal glanced at her. Unshed tears sparkled behind her lashes, and she chewed her plump bottom lip. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
“I’m not perfect—believe me.”
“Yes, you are. You’re perfect and oh so achingly beautiful.” With the forefinger of his right hand, he caressed her brow, her cheek, then drew a line around her lips. “And it’s not just your face or your body. It’s your heart and soul."
Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she sucked in a ragged breath.
“You gave me the two most precious gifts a woman can give a man: her innocence and love. And I couldn’t even give you the truth.”
He trailed his finger through her tears. “God knows, I wanted to tell you the truth—I tried numerous times—but I was scared the love I saw in your eyes would turn to horror and hatred.”
Katherine laced her fingers with his and then held his hand against her chest.
Silence filled the space between them. While Kal studied her facial expressions, he could’ve sworn he saw love in her eyes before her lids lowered. “If I could go back, I’d tell you everything and I’d never let you go.”
“I wish we could change things, but we can’t.” she whispered.
He wanted to get down on his knees and beg her for forgiveness. The urgent need to hear her say she loved him and that she wanted them to start anew blindsided him.
But he’d already opened his soul to her, leaving himself exposed and vulnerable. He doubted he could survive another rejection. Besides, he didn’t want to push her into making a snap decision. If this was going to work out between them, she needed space to make up her mind.
He looked back at the picture balanced on his lap, trying to get his emotions under wraps. “Anyway, you wanted to know the whys behind the tattoo.”
She gave him a watery smile. “Yes, I do.”
“After I left you, I was destroyed. I could hardly function. The only thing that kept me upright was the thought you were better off without me. But really, that was cold comfort.”
He lifted the lid off the locked vault in his mind and memories and feelings rushed out. His heart ached with the force of emotions threatening to drown him with their turbulent force.
For over a year, he mourned Katherine’s loss, focusing all his attention on learning his job of killing demons. Slowly, he came back to life. Or did he? Now that he thought about it, all he did was crack jokes, drink himself stupid, and sleep with woman after woman, nameless face after nameless face to try and prove he was over Katherine.
Jesus. He’d never gotten over her, just learned how to cope with the help of many different devices.
Heat crept up his neck and flowed over his face. That crap he’d keep locked away.
“All I had left was the memories of our time together and this picture.” Again he touched the glossy cheek covered by glass. “Every dawn when I went to bed, I’d look at this picture and think of you out there somewhere. A part of me hoped you’d found love and were happy, yet another part wanted to kill any male who dared touch you.”
He chanced a peek at her. Katherine’s brow crinkled with deep concentration. “Man, sometimes I thought I was a nut-job ‘cause I’d carry on conversations with this picture. I’d yap about my life, music, movies I’d seen and liked. But mostly, I talked about how much I loved and missed you.”
Okay, you’re making yourself look and sound like a pitiful loser.
“Kal…I don’t know what to say…”
“You don’t need to say anything. I’m telling you all this because you deserve to know.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he placed an arm around her, pulling her close to his side. Her nearness calmed his jumpy nerves.
“So, onto how you ended up on my back. Even though we couldn’t be together physically, I wanted to have you with me all the time. I couldn’t carry around the photo because I was worried I’d lose it, so I decided to get a tattoo. See, now not only were you in my heart, but also etched into my skin. You’d be with me forever.”
He smiled into her upturned face. “Pretty pathetic, huh?”
Her eyes swam with tears. “No, not pathetic at all.” With their gazes locked, she unwound the quilt from her delectable body.
Good God in Heaven. Her naked beauty froze his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Her breasts were creamy mounds topped with rosy tight nipples. Pale smooth skin stretched over her toned frame begged him to touch, taste, explore. Indented waist, flat stomach, and long legs he wanted locked around him as he pounded into her.
She laid her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back on the bed, then she straddled his hips. Her black hair fell around them as she leaned down. “Did you find a condom?” she asked against his lips.
Tongue still stuck to the roof of his mouth, he could only nod. And like a complete idiot, he pulled out the condom and showed it to her.
She laughed. “Good.” "
In case you haven't checked out Love's Prophecy, be sure to do so. I really don't think you will be disappointed in the slightest. *You know, I tell you what. I'll offer a digital copy to one commenter. You gotta check this one out.*
Here's the first in the series.
Mel is a vampire warrior sworn to hunt and kill demons in the dark streets of Vancouver. But he's burdened with a new assignment: find the meaning behind the Vampire Prophecy. Having no faith in the gods and their empty words, he believes there's no truth to the ancient legend until he meets Breeana, a human woman who bears the mark of the prophecy and resembles the mysterious woman haunting his dreams. When a vengeful demon spies Breeana in his arms, she is marked for death. He must take her from the world she knows until he can eliminate the threat. But the real danger is the role Breeana must play in fulfilling the prophecy and the intense feelings she brings out in him. Mel is forced to choose between his obligations to his kind, the world, and the woman he loves. Can he turn his back on love to let her go, or will he risk her life and bind her to him for all eternity?
Small warriors of light...
Veterinarian, Dr. Breeana Spencer yearns for love and companionship, but the disappointment of failed relationships have taken their toll. She now finds solace in romance novels. But when she meets a mysterious stranger, she's drawn to him by a connection so forceful it shatters all reason, leaving her incapable of resisting him. Yet there's more to him than smoldering good looks and a rock-hard body. As she's drawn deeper into his danger-filled world, she learns she's part of an ancient vampire legend. Breeana fears her future is no longer hers and will not include Mel. As their enemies close in, desperate to destroy them both, she must fight to convince Mel her place is at his side. A life-altering choice is before her—one that will take all her courage and love to make.
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