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