19 Jun Infernal Teaser & Preorder!
I know I haven’t updated you guys for a while so I am beyond excited to FINALLY be able to post a teaser for you as well as the preorder link for INFERNAL!
As I mentioned on my Facebook page, book 4 will NOT be the end of the series, but instead, the end of the season. I’m wrapping up this arc and Jemma’s junior year in high school and will be continuing with a brand-new season and arc for her senior year! My goal is to make sure you guys get a conclusion without having to say goodbye to the characters…just yet 😉
Okay, so without further ado, here’s the teaser from Infernal, The Marked Saga Book 4 (p.s this is not the final copy and may appear different in the actual book):
“I have to find him, Gabriel. I have to at least try.”
“We don’t know where he is or what they have planned,” he pointed out. “Going after them without any information would be suicide. Besides,” he added gravelly. “You need to rest. You may have accelerated healing, but those stitches aren’t going to stay put unless you do.”
“Stitches?” The memory of being stabbed in the stomach wafted back in. I pulled up the hem of my shirt to reveal a neat row of stitches about an inch long across my abdomen. Great, just what I needed. Something else to slow me down.
“It’s healing nicely,” he said as I padded my finger along the suture.
“Very nice indeed,” said a honeyed voice from the doorway.
My gaze somersaulted to Dominic. He was leaning against the threshold with his arms crossed over his chest and the semblance of a tickled grin on his face. Leave it to him to find something amusing about this.
“I see you started the party without me,” he said, gesturing with his chin to my exposed flesh.
I glared at him and then yanked my shirt back down. “I’m glad you find this funny.”
“I didn’t say it was funny, love. I was simply admiring the view.”
“Well, don’t, okay?!” I didn’t have the energy to wordplay with him. Not today. “I don’t need this right now.”
“Then tell me what you need.” The intensity of his unrelenting gaze made my head feel as though it were swimming through muddy waters, and that was exactly the kind of thing I didn’t need.
What I needed was a way to undo this mess and get Trace back. Better yet, I needed someone to tell me none of this was happening. That it was all just some twisted nightmare I’d dreamed up from years of watching too many horror movies. And most of all, I needed Dominic to stop staring at me that way or I’d never be able to put one foot in front of the other one—ever again.
Gabriel straightened to his full height upon noticing my distress. “Knock it off, Dominic.”
“I’m not doing anything, brother.” He pushed off the doorway and calmly strolled towards me, a calculated smile teasing the corner of his lip. The closer he got to me, the more my tension eased. And he knew it too. He stopped at the coffee table and sat down directly in front of me, his knees brushing up against mine as he leaned in towards me.
“Tell me what you need, angel, and I will provide it.”
My eyes dropped to his mouth as the savory memory of his charmed bite drifted in and out of my consciousness with promises of a cure, and I loathed myself for it. How could I even think about that at a time like this? There was obviously something very wrong with me.
“Dammit, Dominic. She just woke up,” gritted Gabriel. “Give her some space.”
“She doesn’t need space from me. In fact, I’d venture to say she needs the exact opposite of space.” Dominic eyes were pinned on me as though focused on sending me good vibrations through his proximity. “Isn’t that right, angel?”
My mouth opened to deny him, but I couldn’t find the words to tell the lie.
The truth was, I craved our exchanges and I calmed in his mere presence and there was nothing I could do to change that. Dominic and I were bloodbonded—looming apocalypse or not.
Hope you enjoyed!
Preorder link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DTY759P/