The purpose here is to spotlight a few lines or a few paragraphs from a new release or backlisted title. This way my readers get to sample some delicious snippets and I'll do my best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.
This week I'm teasing from THE VALKYRIE'S SWORD, an upcoming paranormal romance. It should be out to you this month! Balder is a recovering assassin from the Sword of God, a fanatical religious group bent on killing anything sentient and non-human. Tiffany is the ghost of the last werewolf he killed, and Angelina is the owner of the shelter in Three Lakes where he's seeking employment and a place to stay.
“Good. Follow me.”
Angelina led him down the hall past the cafeteria to another hallway with doors on either side. “This used to be an old hotel before I bought it and renovated it. My apartment is the last door on the right. You can have this room right here.” She opened the first door on the left. “Come on in.”
The room looked like an ornate version of an extended-stay suite with a separate bedroom from the living space. A small kitchenette opened to the left just inside the door and the bath stood opposite the kitchen. A few small paintings hung on the wall over a couch and TV stand, giving the space a homey feeling. One caught his eye.
“That looks like Lucifer.” Six wings rose from the figure’s back in a magestic warrior pose. Despite his innate hatred of the Lord of Evil, the painting evoked feelings of determination against all odds. Like me trying to find a place in this town.
:An effort that will in all likelihood be doomed to failure, Balder.: Tiffany shook her head.
“I do believe it is Lucifer.” Angelina nodded, a half-smile curling her lips. “But I’ve always liked this picture.”
Balder shook his head. “I’m pretty sure the devil never tried to be an angel in disguise.”
“I don’t know. I think Lucifer was asked to take the hardest job of all and does his duty to help people in his own way. Everyone deserves redemption.” She shrugged and lost her smile. “That’s why I built this shelter so I could give a helping hand to those who need one.” She shot another look at the image. “Even him.”
The old voices tried to break through his hold on them, raving at her faithlessness and demanding him to destroy such sacrilege. But Tiffany brushed her hand across the back of his neck before planting herself on the couch in front of the painting. The voices faded with a wailing protest and his breathing evened out until he could focus on Angelina again. Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice his lapse.
“So, as far as this being your room, will it do?” Angelina held out an old skeleton key fitting the ornate deadbolt.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s more than generous.” He took the key and shoved it into one of his pockets. "Thank you very much." He dropped his pack in the sitting room.
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