Saturday, March 29, 2014

The Cursed Teaser #1

Thank you all for the amazing reviews you’ve posted for The Coveted! There’s officially over 20 reviews, which means that you get your first sneak peek at The Cursed!

The Cursed Teaser #1 

“Leave,” he whispered.
Persistent vampire.
“No.”
“Please, Gabrielle.” This was the closest he ever got to begging. At least he hadn’t thought to force me out of the country. Actually, now that I thought about it, he probably had, it just wasn’t an option. Not when I was a siren who could get him to do just about anything.
“Quit and go back to the Isle of Man,” Andre continued. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Oh, I bet he’d love me quitting. He’d probably throw a party in my honor the day that happened.
“Much as I appreciate your offer to be my sugar daddy, I want to go to school and lead a normal life for as long as possible,” I said.
“This isn’t a normal life.”
I gave him a look. “You know what I mean.”
Andre closed his eyes. “If you don’t leave here, this place might kill you.” He talked as though Romania itself wanted my blood.
I gave a hollow laugh. “I’m destined to die in about a year anyway, so what’s the difference?”
Andre thumped his palm against the steering wheel. Hard. Metal crunched as it bent under the force of his blow. “Damnit Gabrielle, it makes a difference to me!”
He steered the car to the side of the road and got out. I pushed open my door and scrambled after him, barely noticing the light white flakes that drifted down around us. He strode away from me, his coat flapping in the chill breeze, and I could see how tension coiled itself in his muscles.
“Why are you so upset?” I yelled at him. He ignored me, his sinuous form moving further and further away. “This is my fate, not yours!”
Andre stopped. “No, it’s not,” he said.
“What?”
Andre turned around, and even though it was nighttime, even though it was starting to snow, and even though he was some distance away from me, I could clearly see his grief. “It’s not your fate,” he said. “It’s our fate.”
He began walking back to me.  “What do you think happens to me once you die?” he said. “I’m not going to just get over you.” His voice broke. “It doesn’t work like that with soulmates.”
My lungs constricted. Of course it didn’t. On an instinctual level I knew that, but consciously I’d never thought it through. If I died, part of Andre would die along with me—maybe all of him if we were indeed physiologically connected.
The thought of hurting this man or of him simply ceasing to exist, that was just as terrifying as what waited for me on the other side of death.
Andre stepped up to me and cupped my face. “If the devil tries to take you again, I don’t know if you’ll come back to me as a vampire. I don’t know if you’ll come back at all.”
His eyes searched mine, and they shined in the dim light.
“I’d come back,” I whispered. “For you, hell couldn’t hold me. I’d come back.”

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Laura