Welcome to the Six of the Best hop! Kathryn R. Blake’s been nice enough to start it up since Sneak Peek Sunday is over. We share 6 paragraphs from a work in progress or published work.
This excerpt is from my book Discovery which came out this week. This is from the very beginning of the book.
Speeding up, Jaret took the turn as fast as he could, swearing as the stupid vehicle he drove rolled up onto two wheels. Time had not always brought out the good inventions, he surmised as he jerked his body and with a jolt the car slammed back on all four tires. There was a time when he would have been on horseback and it was so much easier. But no. There were now automobiles, cars that went way too fast, ate up too many resources, and were too impossible to control. “Fuck,” he growled as two large armored vehicles followed him around the corner. Since when did it become okay for ordinary citizens to have attack cars?
Well, okay, they weren’t ordinary citizens. They were vampyr, which was so much worse. And he was a drakyl, which compounded the issue. They hated his kind with such intensity that for many centuries, it had confused him as to what reason they could possibly have to dislike him so. Now, he didn’t care about the why, he just cared about surviving the attack.
Thankfully, he was close to the barrier of this god-forsaken city. Once he was out on open land, the chances they would follow him were low. Or so he hoped. This particular group was far too equipped for his peace of mind. Just like the groups in New York City, Pittsburgh, and Roanoke. “Blast!” he hollered as a shot rang out and almost instantly, the rear of his car swerved to the side, lifting the left front up even as the back right side went down. Out of his rearview mirror, he could see the remains of his back tire scattered over the road. Spotting an alleyway up ahead as his car screamed its way toward a stop, he hoped this was the right thing to do. Grabbing his rucksack from the passenger seat, he slammed on the gas, threw the door open, and leapt out, running into the alley as the car surged forward and hit the wall.
The piece of machinery might have been troublesome, but it did have one perk he had added to it. Reaching into his pocket as he ran, he squeezed the small device he found and a second later, just as the voices of his attackers rang out heading toward the alley, his car exploded. Not taking the precious moments he needed to escape to look behind him, he ran straight through the dark alleyway. The scents of rotting cabbage and piss assaulted him, but he ignored them. Now was not the time to complain. He’d save that until later.
The alleyway was long and he hoped his pursuers had no idea where it came out—though he assumed that was a stupid wish. They owned this city, knew each and every dark crevice. No doubt they had used this particular dark tunnel for their feeding. Even at the thought, his mouth filled with saliva. He hadn’t fed in six days. Not since running into vampyr the day he arrived. Seemed they didn’t like interlopers feeding in their city. Of course, the fact they found him feasting on one of their favorite humans hadn’t helped his case.
He truly needed to feed before he left, but Jaret had been in such dire straits before. No doubt he’d find something to feed on between here and the next populated city. Animals did not taste as good as humans—and some of them were quite dreadful—but they would do the job of keeping him alert.
Living in Montana and working the ranch is all Aaron wants to do for the rest of his life. Diagnosed as allergic to the sun thirteen years previous, every day is a struggle to get out of bed. Having to wear long-sleeved shirts, gloves, and even material to cover his face from the effects of the sun, just makes it all worse. Now, in his thirty-second year, he is sure this will be his last summer. While he hates it, he knows he needs to come to terms with the truth and put things in order for his younger cousins. Before he does so, he heads out for one night of pleasure before facing what’s coming.
Jaret loves excitement and new adventures. For over five hundred years, he has sought them out. In Montana on a whim, he comes across someone he doesn’t expect, someone who makes him feel things he does not understand and does not want to give up. In no time at all, he feels like he cannot live without Aaron. The only problem is Aaron doesn’t know who he is, what he is, nor that he isn’t going to die. Not on Jaret’s watch. With a plan to help the other man discover who he is in place, he only has one thing to worry about: whether an ancient enemy will come and destroy everything he now holds dear.
Warning: This book is a paranormal m/m romance with some horror elements. It also crosses cowboy and vampire genres. If you don’t think cowboys look hot with fangs, you’re missing out.