The Night House
By J.C. McKenzie
She’ll kill for him, bleed for him,
even die for him, but she refuses to fall in love
What would you pay for your freedom?
Caught by a powerful lord from the alternate realm of
Arkavia, Taya’s offered the chance to avenge the dead, save her home world, and
win her freedom.
Her days of stealing supplies and surviving among the
remnants of Earth are over, but can she afford the price of Lord Thane’s deal?
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Page Count: 290
Digital Price: $3.99
EXCERPT
The Tarka
held perfectly still, gray gaze flashing, white-blond hair shining under the
setting sun. He looked like a warrior angel sent to Earth to smite the
pest-like humans.
She clutched
her staff and brought it up with numb fingers.
He raised a
dark eyebrow. “You plan to fight me with a stick?”
“I can hand
it over and tell you what to do with it, if you promise to follow directions.”
She moved the stick slowly. Not fast enough to give away her skill, but enough
to warm her wrists and get blood flowing back into her limbs.
“I’ll take
option number one, thank you,” he said.
“Fine with
me. I’d prefer anything to becoming your next sacrifice.” They’d never
confirmed the Arkavians were responsible for the bloody sacrifice they’d
stumbled on, but no crazy magical beasts had roamed the forest since the portal
opened, so they made an assumption. She glanced behind her at the trees and
George’s exposed foot. What the hell had the Tarka done to him?
“He’s
incapacitated. You won’t find any help from him.”
Taya snarled
while her mind raced. The man hadn’t used any magic yet. Maybe he didn’t have
any. Maybe only some of the blondes had power. Could she outrun him? She wasn’t
fast, but he was bulky with muscle, and wore lightweight armour and a heavy
cloak to stave off the damp cold.
Where would
she run to? She couldn’t lead him to the others, and she couldn’t survive long
in the woods without supplies.
The man
cocked his head, studying her and probably reading every thought screaming
through her head. “Sacrifice? Exactly what kind of fantasies have your kind
concocted about us?”
“I would
hardly call them fantasies.”
“What would
you call them, then?”
“Nightmares.”
Duh.
He nodded.
“Is this where you tell me my evil ways are done?”
“I’m not
sure. Is this where you make some grand speech about ridding the world of my
kind or do you plan to preach about the superiority of your race and how you
deserve to leach off our planet?”
“I’m waiting
for you to finish warming up so we can get on with it.”
She fumbled
and almost dropped the staff.
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J. C. McKenzie is a book-loving, gumboot-wearing,
unapologetic science geek. She's the author of the Carus Series, an urban
fantasy five-book saga published by the Wild Rose Press. Born and raised on the
West Coast, J. C. sets the majority of her books in the Lower Mainland of
British Columbia, Canada. She writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance with
sassy heroines and brutish, alpha-type men.
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