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Author: Selene Kallan
Pub. Date: December 14, 2021
Publisher: Selene Kallan
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Pages: 508
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VALENTINE
After almost three centuries of running from my past, I should be used to loneliness. Being a mythological monster isn’t compatible with relationships. But the craving for company grows stronger every day, turning routine into an endless nightmare and making me wish for an end to my immortality.
The explosive encounter with a beautiful, lethal fae who knows what I am and
how to destroy me reminded me of that proverb: be careful what you wish for.
AXEL
I thought fate could not surprise me after almost six hundred years. And then
there she is—the echo of the brave young woman I’ve heard legends about. Only
she isn’t human anymore, but a vampire, the greatest enemy of my species. After
a fight that could have killed us both, and an uneasy truce, I am left with
burning curiosity and so is she.
But will curiosity be enough to quench her thirst for my blood and my impulse
to kill her before she strikes?
The first installment of the Bonded by Blood and Magic series.
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Excerpt:
Sometimes I see a post, and it immediately
reminds me of something that happens in my books. This funny post about enemies
to lovers is very similar to a scene in chapter 5 of my latest novel, Huntress
Prey.
I called this scene:
HOW NOT TO STAKE A VAMPIRESS
(Huntress Prey excerpt)
VALENTINE
The scent of his blood was the single most
delicious thing I’d ever inhaled.
Why did he have to be
so tempting?
Part of me wanted to
bite him just to taste him, and that’s why despite the sharp fear that he was
sent to capture me by that beast, despite his trespassing and stabbing me, I
held back.
I had never killed
someone simply because I craved their blood. It had always been a case of
hunting perverts, defending my life, or taking revenge for someone who
couldn’t.
So I stayed as far
away from his neck as I could, considering I was straddling him and pinning him
to the humid forest ground. Despite the fresh air, there was no escaping his
scent. A mouthwatering combination of dark chocolate and spices I couldn’t
name. Warm, heady, and achingly enticing.
I sensed invisible
but mighty power coming from him. It felt like a burning blade aimed straight
at my heart, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of might he possessed.
Carefully, I loosened my tight leash on that force which dwelled inside me, and
I feared and hated in equal measure.
“Tell me what you
are, who you are,” I tried to demand, but it sounded more like a plea thanks to
my fear, bloodlust-addled brain.
Like before, my
hypnosis was wholly ineffective, repelled by a burning shield.
Part of me wanted to
end him then and there, but I needed to know if he’d been sent to capture me.
“Only if you tell me
why you’re hunting me down,” he bargained. And despite his fast heartbeat and
the slightly citric tang that I was certain meant fear, his voice was steady,
confident.
“I was not hunting
you down,” I said again. “You are the one who broke into my apartment. If
someone is the hunter here, that’s not me.”
He snorted. “Bit
ironic for the people-eating, fanged creature to say that, don’t you think?”
How ever did he
manage that infuriating tone while being at the mercy of a people-eating
creature, as he’d said?
I arched a brow.
“I came to stop you
before you tried to kill me,” he added, the duh
implicit.
“I hadn’t considered
killing you until you broke into my home and scared my cat,” I testily
confessed.
He scoffed. “You’re
more frightened than your cat ever was.”
I glared at him. He
was right, of course. “This is a very bizarre conversation.”
“And one I’d rather
have without you on top of me, no offense,” he drawled.
I’d calmed down
enough to register the rather suggestive position, to feel the pulsing heat and
raw power emanating from him in waves. To be very aware of each point of
contact, even through the barriers of our clothes.
I moved at full
speed, locating the stake near his feet. Weird, I’d thought it was a few yards
to my right. The crystal was hot in my hand. It felt curiously alive; as if it
buzzed with power.
Alexander, if that
was his name, stood fast; rubbing his right wrist as he gave me a reproachful
look. A swathe of dark golden hair fell across his forehead, and I had the
crazy impulse to put it back in place for him, imagining how soft it would feel
between my fingers.
Just in case I needed
any more confirmation that I was going crazy.
“So, what are you?” I
pressed.
He rolled his
shoulders, looking regal and nonchalant despite his messy, blood-stained
clothes.
My blood, I
remembered, quenching the instinctive impulse to bite him in revenge. The last
person who had ever managed to make me bleed had died long ago. And he’d begged
for his life.
“Are the pointy ears
not enough of a hint?” he asked, locking those unearthly eyes with mine.
“An elf, like
Legolas?” I asked, hating that I was playing his game.
He blinked. “Not
precisely.”
I clenched my teeth,
fighting down the instinctive hiss.
He heaved a dramatic
sigh, but his gaze was reading me with sharp intensity. “Fae.”
“A faerie?” I asked,
incredulous. “Like Tinker Bell?”
He flashed me a look
of mock offense. “Not quite.”
Was he saying the
truth?
I wasn’t sure which
version had it right; if the stories that claimed faeries to be tiny naughty
beings with wings and magical powder, or the ones that claimed they looked…
Well, like gorgeous humanoids with pointy ears. The latter being a pretty close
description of the striking, annoying, stabby idiot standing two yards away
from me.
And who cared if he
was lying? He had been trying to kill me just a couple of minutes ago.
My upper lip
flickered over my still lengthened fangs. He cocked a brow in a way that said
‘bring it on.’
And though that
baser, violent part of me wanted to throttle him, I reined it in. I needed to
know who he was and what he wanted. And I had the feeling he wanted the same
from me.
“I’ve answered your
question. Now, may I have my stake back?” he asked, stretching out his hand.
“Hell no. Why did you
think I was hunting you down?” I demanded.
His eyes flashed.
“Because your ilk enjoys killing my kind,” he replied.
I could sense his
disdain when saying that.
I blinked. “Why?”
“Because our blood is
more delicious, and nutritious, naturally,” he sneered.
I swallowed hard.
If that was true, if
he wasn’t fooling me into lowering my guard to kill me, that was a repugnant
reason.
“I would never kill
someone just because they taste good,” I affirmed.
He scoffed. “Of
course not. You are a bookish, animal lover geek who wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
Maybe I’d rushed into
deciding not to bite him.
“And you’re just an
innocent, sparkly faerie who was merely making sure I’m not a mean vampire,” I
snorted. “It isn’t quite as simple as that, is it?”
He shrugged one
shoulder. “Life rarely is. Now, may I have my stake back?”
A growl rumbled in my
chest. “You stabbed me with it, you bastard. No, you can’t have it back.”
He smirked, tutted.
“Has no one ever taught you holding grudges is bad for the soul?”
“Has no one ever
taught you it’s rude to break into people’s homes and then stab them after they
save your ass from becoming faery-puree?” I shot back.
He shrugged. “I took
nothing from your apartment, you are stealing from me.”
“Stealing sounds so
rude,” I said, barely resisting showing him my fangs. “Let’s call it a gesture
of good faith.”
He cocked a brow.
“What a tough bargainer you are.”
I barely held back
the desire to throttle him.
“I have questions,” I
admitted. “You can’t just say such things and expect me not to have many
questions.”
“An interrogation in
the middle of the forest, in the dark of night done by a vampiress,” he
pretended to muse. “Yeah, it’s a no from me.”
Stabbing him wasn’t
the same as biting him. Maybe just a little stab.
“Perhaps tomorrow,
after the class is over, we can grab a cup of coffee and have a conversation,”
I suggested. That sounded reasonable and not at all as if I was planning to
bite him.
His lips flickered.
“Asking me on a date already? Don’t you think it is perhaps a bit soon after a
murder attempt?”
“It was
self-defense!” I cried.
“Tomato, tomahto,” he
drawled. I growled. He rolled his eyes. “Fine, tomorrow, at the nearest coffee
shop, we shall debate on the meaning of life and whatever else you like. For
now, I must conclude our little dalliance.”
I locked my muscles
not to kick him. He took a step back, eyes on me, and then turned, walking
towards the tree line. Despite the facade of nonchalance, I could feel that he
was wary. By far not as much as humans feared me once I showed them who I
really was, but still.
He looked at both
sides before crossing the road and heading towards the back of the building. I
followed him, stashing his stake under my ex-favorite green blouse. His car was
a beautiful, elegant sedan. He got inside and winked, before starting the
engine and leaving me there, standing in the middle of the road wondering just
what the Hell had happened.
©Selene Kallan, Huntress Prey 2021.
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If you like Underworld, Night Huntress, and
Kate Daniels, Huntress Prey is for you.
About Selene Kallan:
Selene
Kallan is a fantasy author who daydreams about her imaginary worlds most of the
time. Her obsession with vampires, and all things supernatural, has made her an
avid reader. She loves writing, discovering new metal bands, and watching
superhero movies. She is also feeling a little crazy while writing about herself
in third person, but apparently, this is the way to go.
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Congratulations on your release of Huntress Prey, Selene, I enjoyed the excerpt and your book sounds like my kind of book and I like the cover! Good luck with your book and the tour! Thanks for sharing it with me and have a splendid day!
ReplyDeleteThe book sounds very intriguing. Love the cover!
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