Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Queen of Traitors, Teaser #1

So, I promised I’d post the first teaser for The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2). This is a rough version and both the content and wording could change, but I wanted to give you all something to hold you over for the moment! Enjoy!

The Queen of Traitors, Teaser #1


The door to my cell opens, and Lieutenant Begbie enters, followed by a soldier.
“So it’s true, you really don’t remember your past?” he opens, rounding the interview table in my cell and taking a seat. The table’s been bolted to the floor, but the chairs aren’t. I’ve already considered everything in this room as a potential weapon. The sheets can choke, the chairs can bludgeon, my pillow can smother. Those types of deaths require intimacy and strength, neither of which I have at the moment. Hence, I’ve taken to assessing the soldiers that come into the room.
Lieutenant Begbie has a gun holstered at his side. The soldier has several. This time they pulled in a greenie. I can see it in his jaw; he’s forcing himself to look stoic. The more experienced soldiers don’t have to force anything. They’ve seen and done it all, and if it hasn’t broken their mind or their will, they become a whole new type of lethal, one that will sometimes let you see the emptiness in their eyes.
This soldier’s eyes are not empty, despite all his valiant efforts. I tear my eyes away from him before either he or Begbie can notice my interest.
“We’re in negotiations with the king at the moment,” Begbie says.
The king. He’s supposed to be my ally, but I don’t want any part of his madness.
“What does he want?” I ask, walking over to the chair. 
Begbie stares at me for an unnerving amount of time, a slow smile stretching along his face. “The general told me all about you, and I’ve seen the footage.”
I narrow my eyes. 
“Apparently so has the king, and he still wants you. Seems he has a thing for wildcats.” 
I ignore the barb.
“And you’re going to give me to him?”
“There’s a rumor out there that the king is immortal, that he can’t die.” Begbie leans forward. “We have clips of the king getting mortally wounded, and still he lives.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
Before he has time to respond, a soldier cracks open the door. “Get the prisoner ready.”
Lieutenant Begbie stands. “Put your hands behind your back,” he orders me.
I could do it now—kill him. By the time the lieutenant figured out my motives, it would be too late. And I’d gamble the greenie wouldn’t shoot me before I got a chance to fire at him.
I could do it, there’s a confidence to my assessment and I already know I have the muscle memory. Yet every fiber of my being recoils from the thought. Whatever else, I’m not a monster by design.
Just necessity.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Begbie says more forcefully.
I’ve missed my opportunity.
I do so, and he cuffs me rougher than necessary. I run my tongue over my teeth, clenching my jaw as my raw wrists and my bullet wound sting. I still hurt all over, and it doesn’t help that the lieutenant jerks me up out of my seat.
Pain is a warm companion. I must’ve known it quite well before today, whether at the hands of the WUN or the king. Probably both. It seems like they are two sides of the same coin, and both are missing compassion.
Begbie and the soldier escort me out of the cell, and I get my first good look at my prison. More cement walls and fluorescent lights. No windows.
“Where are we going?”
No one answers me.
I might be walking to my death. Or to an interrogation chamber, the kind that leaves behind teeth and bloodstains. Now I know why I was so ready to kill, despite my disgust. Being soft doesn’t save you in this place. Power does, fear does, and pain does.

If I have the chance to act again, I won’t hesitate.

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They march me down the narrow corridor. We make several turns. The drabness of this prison doesn’t exactly change, but the atmosphere does. An increasing number of people wander the halls. When their eyes land on me, I see them react. Sometimes it’s just recognition, other times it’s fear or anger or pity.
They know of me.
What had I been expecting? I am the king’s wife. Likely a public figure.
We stop in front of a door, and on the other side I can hear murmurs.
An execution, then. Torture doesn’t require so many people, I think.
Only, when they open the door, my presumptions melt away. In front of me rests a camera and a chair, the latter currently occupied by a soldier.
But that is not what captures my attention.
At the back of the room is a large screen. My breath catches when my eyes land on it. 
The soldier sitting in front of the camera turns, then stands when he sees us. My guards march me forward and force me into the abdicated seat.
The entire time I stare at the man whose face takes up the screen.
I expected an abomination.
Not this.
Evil is supposed to be ugly, but he isn’t ugly. In fact, this man—my husband, if my assumption’s correct—is pleasing to stare at.
Unlined, tan skin, dark hair brushed back from his face, a strong, straight nose, eyes that draw you in, and a mouth that promises dark secrets. Was that why I married him? I hope to God not. I don’t want to know who I was if that were the reason.
My heart thumps faster. He is gorgeous, but it’s not his looks that have moved me.
I recognize myself in his eyes. Even as fogged as my mind is, even as unaware of my past as I am, something about him resonates deep within me. I don’t know what it means, but already I can no longer think of him objectively.
 “Serenity.” He doesn’t say my name the same way my captors do, like I’m the scourge of the earth. He says it like we’re lovers.
We are lovers.
He wants me back. I can read it plainly on his face, in the way his pupils dilate. This is the man they all fear and hate. A man, if they’re to be believed, that I fear and hate.
“King Lazuli.”
“Montes,” he corrects. I get the impression he’s done that before—corrected me.
“Have they hurt you?” As he asks, his eyes drift to my wrapped arm. A vein in his temple pulses.
One wrong word and this house of cards will tumble. That’s the kind of power I wield, being this man’s wife. He’ll kill them all, and unlike me, he’ll enjoy it thoroughly.
“I’m a prisoner,” I respond. “I expect I’m being treated about as decently as any other.”
His chin trembles ever so slightly. Whoever this king is, right now, he’s more man than nightmare. Perhaps he’s depraved, but he feels something for me. Odd that right now, of the two of us, I feel I am the colder one. My heart is made of steel and fire and I cannot muster emotion to match his.
“I’m going to get you out of there. You need to stay alive for me.”
I can’t go back to him. I can’t. He has power over me, power that has nothing to do with pain and punishment. I’m enthralled by him, and considering the way he tracks my every movement through the screen, the feeling seems mutual.
“Time’s up,” someone calls. “We’ve proved she’s alive.” 
“Alive and injured,” the king says. A dozen different threats lace his voice. I fear that if I live long enough, I’ll see each one of them carried out.
A soldier grabs my uninjured arm and pulls me to my feet.
I take in the handsome man on the other side of the screen a final time. “Whoever you are, I hope you were worth it.”

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If you enjoyed that, make sure to click here to add The Queen of Traitors (The Fallen World #2) on Goodreads. To see The Queen of All that Dies (The Fallen World #1), the first novel in the series, click here.

In the coming months I’ll have more teasers for you and a cover reveal, so keep your eyes out for more! :)


Happy reading!
Laura

Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Damned, Teaser #1

This post is proof that I can be convinced into a great many things! I wasn’t planning on giving you all any teasers from The Damned, the fifth and final book in The Unearthly series for another couple months, but I heard enough requests for a teaser from the final book that I caved. :)

The Damned will come out November 15, 2015. A cover reveal and additional teasers will be posted here in the upcoming weeks and months! Until then, enjoy!

The Damned (The Unearthly #5), Teaser #1

Wakefulness came in a short, shuddering burst. Andre let out a low moan. He was empty, absolutely empty.
She’s gone. Oh, God, she’s gone.
He bellowed out his anguish. The vampires that had pinned him to the ground woke at his cry, their hands reflexively tightening on him.
“Damn you all, let me go!” He could feel cool wetness on his cheeks where fresh, bloody tears replaced old ones.
“We can’t,” Vicca said. Her voice sounded like an apology. He didn’t want an apology; he wanted away.
His blackened heart was shredded to pieces.
He couldn’t say how fast the time passed. It could’ve been minutes since he awoke. It could’ve been hours.
A shape blurred into the room, stopping near his feet. “Sire,” the vampire said, breathless.
Andre ignored the man. “Kill me! I beg of you,” he pleaded to those that held him down. He never used to plead, but now—God, what he wouldn’t do to end this torment. Hell had to be kinder than this.
“Sire,” the vampire repeated.
Andre thrashed. “Let. Me. Go!” He felt his hair ruffle, but that was it. He could no longer conjure up his power.
Because I’ve given up.
“Is this what you want?” Andre roared at his vampires. “An existence bound to me? Holding me down?”
His coven had already started to drain him of blood. They would have to weaken him until he was a desiccated husk. Then they’d chain him inside a coffin and bury it so far down that the earth would convince him he was really a dead thing. Then perhaps he could sleep and they could live.
It wasn’t a good enough option. He needed death. That was the only way he could be near enough to her.
Sire!” the vampire shouted, finally drawing Andre’s attention. “Gabrielle is alive.”

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You can add The Damned to your Goodread’s To-Read list, here!

Happy reading,
Laura

Monday, July 6, 2015

Reaping Angels Playlist

Hey you!

It’s that time again where I have to post the playlist that inspired the story—or is it the story that inspired the playlist? Whatever. Point is, I’ve got some cool tracks (not biased) for Reaping Angels, which is a part of the Beneath the Cape anthology. I hope you hear Angel’s sassy attitude in them—that’s what I love about this particular playlist. It’s got ’tude.

Also, as a side note, I now have several of you pushing for teasers for The Damned … and The Queen of Traitors … and Rhapsodic, my adult paranormal romance (rawr!). I promise to have more updates and teasers on these in the future (especially on that last one because I know you’re scratching your head and wondering what the heck that book’s all about). But… something that always works to pull my attention to a particular project is when you show interest. So posting reviews on Amazon and Goodreads for these books and the others in the series is a great way to get my attention, as is contacting me (laurathalassa.author@gmail.com) or reaching out to me on Goodreads or Facebook.

Okay, ever onwards! Enjoy the playlist!


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Beneath the Cape is Out Now

The title says it all! Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology is now available on Amazon. Click here to check it out! Read on for a description of the anthology!

Beneath the Cape: The Superhero Anthology
Only available July 1st - October 1st. 

Created with the sole purpose of benefiting the Wounded Warrior Project. 

Superheroes. 

Save the world and protect mankind. 

But what’s beneath the cape? Behind the mask? Under the steel-plated fa├žade? 

Eight bestselling New Adult romance authors have come together to bring you seven stories about superheroes and what it takes to win their hearts. From the skies, to the cities, to the ocean, our superheroes face death, fight villains, conquer evil and— 

Find love. 

The world is full of heroes. Every-day men and women who risk their lives for the sake of others—for life, liberty, freedom, and justice. Often these men and women are wounded—physically or mentally—in the line of duty. Therefore, we have created this anthology with the sole purpose of benefitting the Wounded Warrior Project. 

Because heroes should never be forgotten.


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Reaping Angels
Laura Thalassa

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.


Cat Love
Sunniva Dee
A sexy thriller about the animal in all of us. 
Aidan uses his superpower to stabilize minds at the Hollyreed Specialist Hospital. Ulani uses hers to chase rats on rooftops. Until she’s caught and deposited in Aidan’s care. 
At the hospital, Aidan finds Ulani's room empty—save for a cat, whose fur retracts in favor of silky skin and a vamp-gorgeous femme fatale. 
Aidan’s obsession with Ulani grows, while patients go missing. 
Making the couple use their powers to bring criminals to justice. 


Gypsy Love 

Angela McPherson & Lynn Vroman
For two hundred years, Adrian vowed to seek revenge against the Gypsy woman who bound his spirit for eternity. 
Until her. 
The one man Mia wants only exists in dreams. 
Until he doesn’t. 
The curse may be broken, but not without a price. 
One love must end for another to begin. 

The Only Difference

Magan Vernon 
The Only Difference between a hero and a villain is what they do with their power. 
Leonel "Short Stack" Garcia-Shapiro's life changed the night he decided to stop one of his fraternity brothers from taking advantage of a girl. Now he can't stop thinking of that girl and how he can save her. 

Heroes 

Christine Zolendz 
Kelly Black can’t believe she’ll be the new teaching assistant to Alexander Masters. The Alexander Masters—the head of the entire biology department. As soon as they begin to work together sparks fly and danger swirls around them. 

Breaking Through 

D. Nichole King 
Two years after her brother Nate died during a Navy operation, aquator Nautia Olson’s nightmares began, and her ability to manipulate water became erratic. Anger, fear, joy, desire—they all trigger disaster. 
Now, the Navy wants her for a top-secret mission, but Captain Riley Barton has his reservations. He’s read her file. He knows the damage she’s capable of, and yet— 
If he can harness her ability—break through her walls— 
She’ll be unstoppable. 

Villain 

Cheryl McIntyre 
How can you tell a hero from a villain? 
If you’re Ember Willis and the villain is Lanely Frost, you can’t. 
How can you tell a superhero from a delusional young woman? 
If you’re Lanely Frost and the woman is Ember Willis, you don’t care. 
For both, finding the balance between right and wrong and love and lust are not the only battles they’ll face.

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Check out Beneath the Cape here on Amazon!