Monday, June 29, 2015

Reaping Angels: Teaser #2

So, Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology comes out later this week, and I thought I’d share a final teaser with you all! Without further ado, here it is!

Reaping Angels, Teaser #2

The Executioner was a good kisser. Really good. So good that, in a moment of weakness, I might have kissed him back.
His tongue caressed mine, and I made a small, satisfied sound. Damn me and my traitorous mouth; I was being seduced by a very handsome, very dangerous man.
His hand brushed down my body, and the spell was broken.
The Executioner tried to roast me alive, and now I was making out with him.
Hell no.
Only, he still held my hands in place. I wasn’t getting away from him unless I got creative.
I smothered my rising anger; that wouldn’t do me any good at the moment. No, this called for trickery.
Pinching my eyes shut, I pressed myself against him. Just as I suspected, the Executioner’s strength was also his weakness. He wanted to touch everything.
He let my wrists go to run his hands over my torso. The moment he did so, I fisted my hand and swung. The right hook landed exactly where I wanted it to—his temple.
The Executioner swayed, and I pushed him off me so I could scramble away.
Not fast enough.
His hand shot out and latched onto my ankle. I pulled my other leg back and kicked him in the crotch. “That’s what I think about your offer, asshole.”
The Executioner let me go to clutch himself. He groaned. “You … play … dirty.”
“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” I picked up my phone where it had fallen. The captain would know what to do.

*

“Get the hell out of there.”
“Wait, seriously?” My captain wanted me to … run? From danger?
“Do you really want to take on the Executioner? Tonight?”
I turned further away from my villain-turned-victim. “I just did.”
“The man is wanted in twenty-seven different countries. Nations that can’t even agree on basic human rights agree that the Executioner needs to be stopped. You’re great at what you do, Angel, but I’m afraid that someone with your abilities won’t be able to take him down by yourself.”
I clenched the phone in my hands. Someone with my abilities. As if I couldn’t also kick ass and take names. As if being a healer and being a weakling were synonymous.
“You know what?” I said, turning to face the Executioner, “I will bring him—aw damn.”

The Executioner was gone.

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If you enjoyed that, make sure to check out Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology on Amazon!

Happy reading!
Laura

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Beneath the Cape is Available for Pre-Order!

Beneath the Cape is now available for pre-order! Check it out here on Amazon! For those of you who haven't heard, this is a superhero anthology I've worked on with seven other authors. My novella, Reaping Angels, is one of seven stories that will appear in the anthology, which hits shelves on July 1!

The best part of all is that this anthology was created for the sole purpose of benefitting the Wounded Warriors Project. We all wanted to give back to those that have given so much for us. 

The proceeds go to a great cause, and have I mentioned how awesome the stories are? So good!

Here's the description and a sneak peek at my own novel:

Reaping Angels 

The Executioner’s touch can kill.
Angel’s can heal.
A villain and a hero. One who stood for death, and the other for life. Mortal enemies until the impossible happened. 
A touch. 
A kiss. 
And now, a manhunt.


Reaping Angels Teaser #1

When I came to, Angel was straddling my torso.
Too good to be real life. Must be a dream. 
I heard Angel grunt and my shoulders yanked up. “You’re awake,” she said. “Just in time too.”
Not a dream, after all.
I squinted, my head beginning to pound. I tried to sit up just as she swung a leg off of me and found that I couldn’t move.
What in the hell?
I jerked my hands only to feel them resist my pull. I glanced up and noticed they’d been bound together above my head. 
Angel let out another soft grunt, and my leg jerked. I looked back down my body and saw her tightening a leather belt that pinned my ankle to the corner of the bed.
“I am not the type of girl that gives out pity fucks,” she said, conversationally. “Sorry.”
What is the meaning of this?” I shouted, kicking out and trying to sabotage her efforts. 
She buckled the restraints in place. “Aww, is someone a little upset?” She pouted her lips.
I roared. “Unhand me, woman!”
And then she laughed in my face. “You self-satisfied, prideful prick. I’ll do no such thing.” She crept forward and knelt beside the bed. Propping her elbow on the mattress, she leaned her chin in her hand. “Tell me, how does it feel to be the imprisoned one?”
Anger pulsed through my veins. The last time I’d felt this helpless, I’d gone on a rampage. Did she not realize who she was dealing with?
Every vessel in my body strained against the bindings. I could hear the leather groan and the wooden frame begin to splinter as it gave under my force. 
Angel stood and backed up, undaunted by the sound. She held up my keys, and I paused in my efforts. She must’ve plucked them right out of my pocket. “I’ll be going now,” she said.
My eyes flicked from the keys to her face. It was my turn to laugh. “You can’t get out of here,” I said arrogantly. “Not without me.” That was how Mirage’s illusions worked. 
She leaned forward. “You forgot one thing.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, did I?”
Angel smiled. “I’m a fucking superhero. Bitch.”

***

If you enjoyed that, then make sure to check out Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology on Amazon! You can do so here! Every pre-order helps! So excited to share this anthology with you!

Hugs and happy reading!
Laura

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Vlog Post: June 2015

Hi readers,

I thought I’d switch it up for a change and post a video where I answer some questions you all have sent me! Hope you enjoy it!



Hugs and happy reading!
Laura

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Reaping Angels: An NA Novella Coming July 2015!



For nearly a year I’ve kept quiet about a project I’ve been working on with several amazing authors. After the long wait, I can finally share the news with you all!

Reaping Angels, an NA novella, is the super-secret project I’ve been working on. And I do mean super. It’s one of seven stories that will appear in Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology, which is hitting shelves July 1!



And this is my favorite part of Beneath the Cape: This anthology was created with the sole purpose of benefiting the Wounded Warrior Project.


Reaping Angels is about a superhero whose touch can heal and a supervillian whose touch wounds. Here’s its itsy bitsy description: 


Reaping Angels
The Executioner’s touch can kill.
Angel’s can heal.
A villain and a hero. One who stood for death, and the other for life. Mortal enemies until the impossible happened.
A touch.
A kiss.
And now, a manhunt.

***
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Lastly, I thought I’d share the first scene of the novella with you!

Reaping Angels
Had I known I was going to face down death today, I totally would’ve bought myself the Slurpee. 

Instead, I walked out of the convenience store with a single packet of mints and a magazine. I touched the homeless man who lingered outside. His bloodshot eyes cleared a bit, that too-bright edge to them dimming to a more normal sheen.

I ignored the onlookers who snapped photos of me from their smartphones and headed for my white Mustang.

My cleavage buzzed. A second later, “Bad boys bad boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you …

I groaned. Perfect timing for a call from the L.A.P.D.

They were the sister organization to the Los Angeles Supernatural Department, or L.A.S.D., which I was a part of, and we often teamed up to fight crime in southern California.

I reached down the front of my gold jumpsuit, noticing that even more people had stopped to take pictures while I fished the device out. I waved at them and smiled. 

Really needed to invest in pockets.

“Hey Ramirez,” I said, lifting the phone to my ear as I hopped into my car, “thought you lost your phone.”

“He found it,” said an unfamiliar voice. “Bottom of his locker. This is Officer Jensen. Ramirez told me to call you on his behalf.” I’d never heard of Officer Jensen. Had Ramirez gotten a new partner without telling me?

“Why isn’t he calling me himself?”

“He’s talking to the fire department at the moment.”

Shit. I gripped my phone tighter. The police and the fire department in one location? Something happened. 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“An electrical fire broke out at the K–12 Reading Center in South Central, just off of Slauson Avenue.” 

My stomach bottomed out. “What?” 

“Know the place?” he asked, hearing the tone of my voice.

“Yeah, I do.” I went to the Reading Center during my free time and hung out with the at-risk kids. 

I rubbed my eyes. “How bad is it?”

“Bad. Firefighters haven’t been able to get inside. Place is locked up, windows are barred.”

My palms were already beginning to sweat. Not the kids. I hated emergencies with kids. “How many are trapped inside?”

“Don’t know. We think two to three dozen.”

“M’kay, I’m on it.”

I started up the engine and flipped on my siren. 

Move the hell out of the way people, I’ve got some kids to save.

***


Happy reading,
Laura