Remember I have many sides. One of them is that I enjoy killing people – in my books of course. My heroes are flawed, the cities in which the crimes ensue one in which you live, and the monsters? They are truly horrifying. We all have dark side any my exploration allows me to create characters who should scare…you…to…death.
Many of you might find my ‘other’ writing unusual, but I assure you, if you look closely inside yourself, you have the side that could indeed kill… So I pen my needs in books that are very dark, very dangerous. The Fire Series brought you up close and personal with my human detective and a very elusive Russian vampire. When the curse hit them both…well sparks flew. The Ice Series moves where Fire left off but with a twist or five. And this isn’t a romance… Take a taste of…
ICE – MELTING ICE – DESTRUCTION
In the black of night there are many secrets, one that can destroy. In the light of day there is little to salvage what remains. Only death can save your blackened soul…
“What are you doing?” Where am I? What the…
Only the Devil himself…
Was he hearing things? He tried to make sense of his surroundings. Everything around him was black but for a glow in the distance. Noise. What was he hearing? Think. Where are you? Where were you? Was there a layer of fog all around him? Nothing seemed discernable.
Suddenly a pointed light was thrust in front of his face. Wincing, he could see nothing but the bright blue beam shining in the corner. Where the fuck was he? He glanced around him and all he could hear was a whirling noise. His stomach churned as the empty pit of his stomach turned into an intense wave of nausea. The moment he shook his head he screamed in agony. Anguish unlike anything he’d ever known swept through every cell, every muscle in his body.
Poor little human…
“Hey! Who are you?” His words seemed to echo in the darkness. His pulse was racing, his heart beating too fast. He couldn’t catch his breath. Think. You have to think. You’re a rational man so think like one and…
You’re going to die…
Die? He didn’t need to be a doctor to figure out he was close to having a panic attack. Where had he been? What had he been doing? Think. Think! That’s right. He’d gone to the club and had a few drinks. Then he’d danced with the blond. Yeah. What then? He shifted again and was stymied by the pain as well as the realization he couldn’t move. What the fuck is going on?
“What the hell is that?” The sound was eerie and he could swear he heard cackling laughter. “Is someone there? Please? I need help. I don’t know what’s happened to me.”
“You will soon.”
Where had the voice come from? Had the words been said out loud? Was he losing his mind? He jerked forward, realizing he was definitely shackled in some manner. Sweat was running down both sides of his face and he lifted his head, nearly strangling himself on something. Coughing, he wiggled his jaw and whatever was positioned around his neck had just constricted from his movement. “Who are you?” The sound was a strangled bark. Now he was panicking.
“I’m no one special, but I will bring you peace, faggot.”
“What? What the hell are you talking about? I have a wife and kids.” Shivering, a wafting smell, one indicating something rancid, forced additional bile into his throat. He retched and spit and the noose tightened. Noose? Fuck me. Fuck me. Now he could barely breathe.
“Don’t move. Just stay right where you are.”
Fear unlike anything he’d ever known enveloped him and he darted his eyes back and forth, trying to make out anything. The damn light blinded him, but he heard a humming noise along with a series of clangs. He thought about his wife and kids, who’d be waiting at home. Or maybe they’d be asleep. He had no idea what time it was. Why had he gone to the bar? To get fucked. You wanted a cock stuck up your ass. “No. I just was curious and I…” His voice trailed off. He was nothing but a pathetic piece of shit.
You wanted a fat cock. Now you’re going to get much more.
“Who the fuck are you!” Reality hit him hard. He’d been frequenting bars for almost a year for a quick fix, fulfilling a need he didn’t understand. Now he’d been caught. What would his wife think? What would happen to his practice? He licked his lips and realized there was blood on them. There was no memory of anything but… Shit. Shit. Shit. The kid at the bar had been no more than twenty, tops. They’d gone to the bathroom of the club and without any hesitation he’d dropped his pants in front of the boy, leaned over the sink and spread his ass cheeks.
Dear God he’d sunk to new levels. He didn’t even remember a condom. What the hell was he thinking? A tear slipped out of one eye and he sniffed. The sound of his attacker’s laughter made him wheeze. “What the fuck do you want from me? What? Do you want money? So I was fucking a kid. Okay? I was and hell yeah, I enjoyed it. So the fuck what?” When there was no additional sound he jerked against whatever confines were keeping him tethered. “What!”
“Destruction will end all fears and all self doubt. Be thankful my friend, for you are one of the chosen.”
The voice was full of a dark husky tone, the sound almost guttural, and he strained to understand the meaning of the words as the light began to swirl, crawl forward in an ominous way. The light was beautiful, mesmerizing in a way he hadn’t noticed before. There was something so very peaceful as he looked into the cascading hues and for a few seconds he smiled.
“And the damned shall rise to take over the earth.”
“The damned?” he asked as the clanging of metal against metal whirled over his head. He winced and bit his dry lip as the blue light shifted, a figure settling in the middle, morphing into various shapes as it moved closer. No this was… He had to be seeing things. Close your eyes. Close them. This isn’t real. He clamped them shut and imagined green fields, fluffy clouds, his kids running and laughing and…
Come and partake of the beauty of hell. Rise to the ranks of the forsaken.
Very slowly he opened his eyes. Salvation. Yes, he could almost taste a moment of peace. He was enthralled by the intense beauty, the magnitude of a sudden understanding of who and what he was and for a few seconds he knew he’d found the very light of salvation.
A smile crossed his face as the figure moved from the bright light. Sputtering at the sight of the vile and wretched creature, all he could do was…
“And now you’re going to understand the true power of the light.”
He tried to focus, blinking away sweat slipping into his eyes. “Who are you?”
The figure said nothing, merely moved behind him, a metallic sound pinging behind him.
“What are you doing?” He heard another clink then wrenched his body to try and figure out what was going on. The fucking light continued to blind him.
Suddenly his entire body was enveloped in anguish. “What…” Panting, he struggled with his bindings as the noise continued. A sudden jerk of his torso dragged him up, yanking his arms up, his legs down. He was stretched. There was a moment he knew what was happening.
“You will soon learn the power…”
In the days of the beginnings they knew no end. In the time before the Passing they celebrated life that held no bindings of man or beast. In the days of the kingdom they celebrated in life and in death, as they needed, until they were forced to ask for more…
For Detective Jax Steele, his life serving the good people of Richmond Virginia was forever changed. Just coming to terms with his status as a recently turned vampire, he was faced with a series of brutal crimes instilling fear into the hearts of every human in the city. A monster lurked, one so heinous no one was safe from danger. Assigned to the case, he was partnered with a new detective, one who could never know he was now a creature of the night. The crimes centered around the city’s nightlife, including kink clubs and raves, he and his partner were forced to go undercover in an effort to hunt down the killer.
Master Vampire Aleksandr Vasiliev’s art business was thriving as well as his newly acquired club, one catering to those interested in all aspects of BDSM. Life was good, especially given his relationship with Jax. The Time of Passing concluded, he was relishing in a peace his kind rarely experienced. When a gruesome murder occurred in his club, he was drawn back into Jax’ world, forced to question whether another malevolent force was at work. Was the killer very human or a new brand of vampire, poised to take over? As the light of day intermingled with the stench of night, a cold wave washed over the city. Would there be anyone who could survive the destruction?
The Prophecy has begun…
Two children, one fight, and the end of a culture.
And the meek shall inherit the earth…
Kisses and spanks…