We all know there are bad things that exist. We hear about them every day. But do they just exist in real life or in our nightmares? I have a sexy trilogy – working on the third in the collection – and it’s all about just that. But with a twist. Bad Things is actually a kink club nestled in the ultra conservative town of Charleston South Carolina – where things really do go bump in the night. There are were-creatures who rule and an ancient curse threatening not only their lives, but also the lives of all humans. Thought you might like a taste of…
BAD THINGS – RAVAGE
And only the chosen will survive
Anastasia Lucard stood outside on her deck, a glass of wine in her hand. The moon was full, a breathtaking round orb of shimmering light. Thank God the glow was an eerie luminescent white instead of crimson. Tonight was the first time she’d noticed, of even paid any attention to the fact the moon was so vivid, seemingly so full of life. As the wind rustled through the trees, she could hear the distinct sound of members of her Pride enjoying their freedom. Instead of feeling a sense of camaraderie or a longing to allow her beast to inch to the surface, she remained terrified.
Gripping the railing tightly, she snarled as Saba sensed her fear. What was the future going to bring? She didn’t need her increased abilities as a Were-tiger to tell her things weren’t as they seemed. A powerful evil had not only settled into the sultry town of Charleston, South Carolina, but also the rest of the world. Humans knew little of their plight, even after many had lost their lives during the time of the Crimson Moon. She took a sip of her wine, realizing her hand was shaking. She was petrified.
The click of the French door closing behind her allowed a smile to cross her face. She issued a low and husky growl, no longer concerned her lover would discover her secret. Devon Brazlin not only knew she was a creature of the night, nut seemed to enjoy the raw passion, the heightened level of kink her true nature brought to their love making. She licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him tonight, savoring his thick cock.
“Enjoying the scenery or howling at the moon?” Devon teased as he moved behind her, placing one hand on the railing.
“You should consider changing careers. Instead of being the most well-known police detective in our town, you can perhaps go into comedy.”
“Why? I rather enjoy slapping you in handcuffs.”
She heard his version of a male growl and rubbed her ass across his groin. He was hard and throbbing and she moaned her appreciation. “Mmmm…”
“You say that to all the cops who come your way.”
“Purr-haps,” she cooed. Devon wasn’t just her lover and friend. He was her protector and had helped save her life as well as several in her Pride. Now considered the true leader of her people, both she and the very human male had been offered a place of reverence. The almost war had ended almost two months earlier, one that had cost both humans and were-creatures their lives. The fight for power, a take over of the world, had ended far too peacefully. That’s why she was so terrified. Neither the chapter nor the great war between species was over. In fact, the battle was just beginning. “You’re very bad as well as insatiable.”
“Just trying to keep my lady on her toes.”
As he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into the heat of his body, she continued to shiver. Death was all around them. Anastasia could smell blood in the air, blood of the ancients. Blood of the Elders. And blood of her Pride. What was so horrific to her was that her own beloved people were changing, morphing into the damned. There was little she knew to do to stop the madness, the change. There was little she would be able to do to halt the ravaging murders. Then again, she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted them to cease. A cleansing was needed and not just for her kind.
“Are you okay?”
“As I can be,” she whispered and swallowed hard. Devon was such a kindred soul, a man she could trust, and yet she feared for his very soul.
“You’re safe now. We’re all safe.”
Anastasia heard the words, knew what he was trying to do. Devon was no fool, nor was he a man who believed in salvation. He knew what was coming. They only had a matter of time before the blanket of death would betray all of them. They stood quietly, admiring the calm night, the shadows the moon made along with the twinkling stars. Her heart was heavy. “You know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”
Devon sighed and kissed the top of her forehead. “He doesn’t understand the resilience of us meager humans. He can’t understand how formidable we can be.”
“And you haven’t fully embrace what has happened.”
Devon squeezed her before taking a step back and turning her around. Taking the glass of wine from her hand, he set both of their drinks down and took her hands into his. “Then tell me what you believe is going to happen.”
“We’ve been over this before, including during an interrogation.” Anastasia had to look away. She didn’t want him to see the tears that were trickling down her face.
Cupping her jaw, he brushed his thumb across her mouth as he pulled her head to the side. “Tell me again. Tell me why this is happening and why you don’t think any of us will survive.”
“Devon, I just…”
“Hear me,” he interrupted. “I almost lost you once. I’m not going to lose you again. Tell me so I have a full understanding to try and protect you. Protect your family.”
“My family,” she breathed, her voice cracking. She didn’t think anyone was going to be able to save either her or her people from what she suspected was on the horizon. Devon was an amazing man but there was no way he could fight the evils that existed on so many levels. “Why would you protect something you know to be nothing more than a creature, a horror show.”
Chuckling, Devon groaned. “You are many things including one vivacious vixen as well as a harsh task master but you are no horror show.”
His attempt at being light hearted made her smile. Nodding, she wrapped her hand around his wrist. “The ancient foretold his coming. My father simply didn’t want us to know what was going to happen.”
“Yes. He is the Devil. He is the beginning of life as well as the end. He alone decides who lives or dies. He selects the chosen few who survive. The others are thrown into the pits of a fire burning so hot skin sears and organs boil, yet those pitched into the bowels of evil will never die, never know the peace of the end. They will endure the torture for all eternity. He decides alone. No man and no beast can best him. There is none more powerful than he is.”
“Hmmm… Well, forgive me if I have trouble buying the fact that wretched man could be some alternative God like creature. I just don’t buy it.”
“Always the man or reason.”
“And I’m not kidding. This man I saw is nothing more than a con man,” Devon said evenly.
Anastasia broke the connection and grabbed her glass of wine. “You were there. You witnessed more than just some bloody brawl. You witnessed death and mayhem and…” Her voice trailing off, she could tell even in the darkness he remained skeptical. “You know. You have always known.”
“What does that mean?”
Closing her eyes briefly, she went back in time, seeing the boy who grew into an honorable man. “You were always different, always curious about the darkness. You questioned God, even when your parents did everything they could to help you believe. You pushed the boundaries of good versus evil and you witnessed what so few have and fewer still can handle.”
“And what is that, Anastasia. What did I witness?”
Evil lurked in every shadow and corner of Charleston South Carolina and the understanding that were-tiger beasts ruled the forests had pushed the good citizens into a state of panic. For Detective Devon Brazlin, days and nights rushed together in a manic state. Anastasia Lucard, the love of his life and the woman he’d only just begun to know was in jeopardy, her very soul in danger of freefalling into the pits of hell and damnation. While he’d begun to believe in the ancient curses forcing a ravaging hunger into the Pride, he’d made a sacred promise to Anastasia and refused to succumb to fear or the continuing threats from a man he now knew to be pure evil. Enlisting the help of Kristoff Chenault, considered the most powerful warrior within the clan, he was determined to end the bloodshed and break the curse.
Constantine Dumont had enjoyed the playful antics of humans and his kind alike, but was finally weary of the games. After all he was the rightful ruler of heaven and hell and now was the time to take back his Kingdom. Two women were all that stood in his way and he was determined to make them both his immortal slaves. As the final ending battle approached, he was thwarted by one man, yet he held more than one key and the secret would allow him retribution.
I hope you’ve enjoyed.
When the past and the present collided, forcing Devon and Kristoff into a myriad of choices, Devon made a final decision, the only one with any chance of saving his beloved. With hope the only saving grace, he entered into the abyss and in his heart he knew, there was no recourse.