I know I'm a day early but I need to get this teaser out before the day the books out! Here we go...a teaser for Drop Dead Demons!
" I’d been hogtied, then shanghaied, and that led to my current state of whole-lotta petrified, trapped in a small, dark space, drenched in cold sweat, shivering, waiting for my way-too short life to flash before my eyes. Trust me, when I’d fantasized about getting “jumped” on tonight’s date, this was so not what I had in mind.
If I thought the dark cloth hood over my head had started me in panic mode, the fact that I was now trapped in the trunk of a car boosted the panic by exponential factors. I knew the kidnapping drill, and all the experts agreed that you never get in the car because once you’re in the car you’re dead.
Well, tortured first to the point you wished you were dead. Then dead. For real. That’s me, Aurora Lahey, always the optimist.
I rubbed my cheek against the rough carpet lining the trunk until the hood slipped off. Didn’t help much. Probably because a generous chunk of my long red curls had been shoved into my mouth along with a gritty rag that tasted like rotten fruit wrapped in a yummy layer of sweaty socks.
I tried to Zen it out, forcing deep, shaky breaths through my nose, the humid air thick with musty odors of metal and rubber. Muted light came through the red glow of tail lights, but I couldn’t see much.
Didn’t matter. I knew where I was. Parking lot of Sapori d’Italia, the only Italian restaurant in the Southern California mountain town of Gossamer Falls, where I’d been stood-up by my ever-elusive, possibly-pretend boyfriend who was at least supposed to definitely be my bodyguard.
It was a classic, age-old story. Girl with sucky superpower of tracking demons through psychic visions needs protection from aforementioned demons and their ravenous attempts to flay her alive, but she doesn’t want to arouse the suspicion of her thankfully clueless family.
Sooooo…what to do?
In my case, the answer came in the form of Ayden Ishida, an uber-delicious package of fiercely formidable demon hunter, smokin’ hot because of both his swoon-worthy good looks and the fact that he controlled fire, who offered to pose as my enamored beau, and despite the fact that I knew it was all a ruse, I was falling hard and head-overheels crazy about him, and frankly — deep breath, Aurora — I thought he was too, but lately he’d been more absent than attentive, canceling plans and disappearing without explanation, so when he’d insisted on an official date for tonight with just the two of us, I’d let my hopes soar heavenward.
So, naturally, I ended up hogtied in hell.
I realized this wasn’t the optimum time to be contemplating my love life, because, let’s face it, if the life part was soon to be snuffed out, the love aspect wouldn’t matter much. But seriously, what guy makes a big hullabaloo about us finally having time alone then cancels last minute?
Granted, Ayden sent four other guys from his demon hunting team, known as the Hex Boys, in his stead, but lotta good they’d been, happily chowing down on garlic-infused delights while I was snatched during a trip to the restaurant bathroom.
Sure, I’d landed a few good licks, but ultimately, my attacker had gotten the better of me—gag, hood, arms zip-tied behind my back—and now I was trapped in the trunk of a car.
Lamb, meet slaughter.-Chase "
That's all hope you pick up the second book in the Divincus Nex Chronicles!
If you want to find out more about this book please go to http://aekirk.com/
Deanna X
" I’d been hogtied, then shanghaied, and that led to my current state of whole-lotta petrified, trapped in a small, dark space, drenched in cold sweat, shivering, waiting for my way-too short life to flash before my eyes. Trust me, when I’d fantasized about getting “jumped” on tonight’s date, this was so not what I had in mind.
If I thought the dark cloth hood over my head had started me in panic mode, the fact that I was now trapped in the trunk of a car boosted the panic by exponential factors. I knew the kidnapping drill, and all the experts agreed that you never get in the car because once you’re in the car you’re dead.
Well, tortured first to the point you wished you were dead. Then dead. For real. That’s me, Aurora Lahey, always the optimist.
I rubbed my cheek against the rough carpet lining the trunk until the hood slipped off. Didn’t help much. Probably because a generous chunk of my long red curls had been shoved into my mouth along with a gritty rag that tasted like rotten fruit wrapped in a yummy layer of sweaty socks.
I tried to Zen it out, forcing deep, shaky breaths through my nose, the humid air thick with musty odors of metal and rubber. Muted light came through the red glow of tail lights, but I couldn’t see much.
Didn’t matter. I knew where I was. Parking lot of Sapori d’Italia, the only Italian restaurant in the Southern California mountain town of Gossamer Falls, where I’d been stood-up by my ever-elusive, possibly-pretend boyfriend who was at least supposed to definitely be my bodyguard.
It was a classic, age-old story. Girl with sucky superpower of tracking demons through psychic visions needs protection from aforementioned demons and their ravenous attempts to flay her alive, but she doesn’t want to arouse the suspicion of her thankfully clueless family.
Sooooo…what to do?
In my case, the answer came in the form of Ayden Ishida, an uber-delicious package of fiercely formidable demon hunter, smokin’ hot because of both his swoon-worthy good looks and the fact that he controlled fire, who offered to pose as my enamored beau, and despite the fact that I knew it was all a ruse, I was falling hard and head-overheels crazy about him, and frankly — deep breath, Aurora — I thought he was too, but lately he’d been more absent than attentive, canceling plans and disappearing without explanation, so when he’d insisted on an official date for tonight with just the two of us, I’d let my hopes soar heavenward.
So, naturally, I ended up hogtied in hell.
I realized this wasn’t the optimum time to be contemplating my love life, because, let’s face it, if the life part was soon to be snuffed out, the love aspect wouldn’t matter much. But seriously, what guy makes a big hullabaloo about us finally having time alone then cancels last minute?
Granted, Ayden sent four other guys from his demon hunting team, known as the Hex Boys, in his stead, but lotta good they’d been, happily chowing down on garlic-infused delights while I was snatched during a trip to the restaurant bathroom.
Sure, I’d landed a few good licks, but ultimately, my attacker had gotten the better of me—gag, hood, arms zip-tied behind my back—and now I was trapped in the trunk of a car.
Lamb, meet slaughter.-Chase "
That's all hope you pick up the second book in the Divincus Nex Chronicles!
If you want to find out more about this book please go to http://aekirk.com/
Deanna X