Dark Waltz--A sizzling legend of
loss, lust and love.
It’s the year 2030 and the human
population has been annihilated by a virulent form of small pox. Liasare Davidson is desperately searching for
her brother, who has been missing for three months. It’s been eighteen years since she was
evacuated from Earth and she is horrified to see it’s become a cesspool of
unimaginable things.
In her quest to find her brother,
she meets Jurek, a powerful and enigmatic being that frightens her, yet she is
unable to resist. When things begin to
unfold between them, they both discover a paralyzing truth that puts Liasare at
grave risk. She must make a choice to
join Jurek and find her brother or fulfill a role she believes she is ill
equipped to undertake.
Now, please enjoy an
excerpt from A.M. Hargrove’s latest book, Dark Waltz, a Praestani Novel, to be
released November 2012.
Dark Waltz, A Praestani Novel
by A.M. Hargrove
“Going somewhere?” that husky
voice asked.
Crapitty crap!
She sucked in her breath and
dropped her annihilator, as his voice startled her. Before her brain could
comprehend what was happening, she felt her body swirling through a vortex. She
finally came to rest in another place.
Disoriented and dizzy, she tried
to focus on her surroundings, but everything seemed to tilt sideways. She reached out her hand to stop herself from
falling, but only succeeded in grabbing a fistful of air. Not knowing which way was up or down, she
tried, unsuccessfully, to break her fall. Instead, she felt her breath leave
her body in a whoosh as
she slammed into the ground.
Fighting for oxygen, her
diaphragm wouldn’t cooperate with her brain’s commands. Worse yet, she felt a pair of hands latch
onto her waist, drag her to her feet and ram her back into a wall. Her head hung down as she fought to draw in
precious oxygen, yet found she was still unable to do so. Then the asshole had the nerve to jam his arm
straight into her diaphragm and start demanding things of her.
“Who do you work for?”
Her mouth opened and closed
repeatedly, like a poor fish that had been hauled out of the water, desperate
to be thrown back in.
“I’ll ask again, who do you work
for?” he bit out each word with precision.
Things began to turn grey and
hazy as the lack of air finally took its toll on her brain. She knew she was going to pass out.
Double crapitty crap!
Her head lolled to the side
and...blink, lights out.
Jurek looked at her and cursed,
“What the fuck?”
He hadn’t realized she was so
close to losing it. He laid her out on
the floor and looked at her for a moment.
She wasn’t beautiful in that traditional, cookie-cutter sense, but there
was something about her that enticed him.
Her chestnut mane for one, and Jurek had always been a sucker for women
with beautiful hair, but those hazel eyes of hers were something else. Her full lips were kissably soft, he thought,
as he ran his thumb along her mouth. He
finally placed his hand on her forehead and in seconds, she came to,
moaning.
Her eyes fluttered open and when
the recognition in them flickered, those hazel eyes shot sparks of gold. Hovering before her was the dark haired man
from the bar. She wouldn’t have had to
open her eyes to know it was him since every cell in her body was on fire with
his power.
Soft black hair hung close to his
shoulders and he wore it brushed back off his face. Liasare briefly wondered if it would feel as
soft as it looked. He had a bit of
scruff on his face; he obviously hadn’t bothered to shave in the last couple of
days. His lips were full and sensuous
and definitely made for kissing. In
fact, Liasare could imagine running her tongue along that lower lip of his,
tugging on it and gently sucking it.
What made her nearly lose it were his eyes. They were extraordinary. Lavender, rimmed in indigo with flecks of
silver swirling within their depths, Liasare had never seen anything so
stunning in her life.
Regaining her senses, Liasare
flew to her feet and threw a right uppercut that connected beneath Jurek’s
jaw. Had he been a lesser man, it would
have laid him out. Then she spun on her
heel and began the motion for an intended groin kick, but his quick reflexes
caught her leg before it connected and he flicked it off with his hand.
“You flaming asshole. Who do you think you are? You fucking knock the wind out of me and then
you do it again for shits and giggles?
Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Watch your language and I’m
asking the questions here.”
“Not anymore,” Liasare hissed as
she turned to head out of the building.
Before she could take another
step, an arm snaked out and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her tightly against his chest and
whispered huskily into her ear, “I asked you a question. I want to know who you’re working for and I
don’t intend to let you go until I get an answer.”
His voice washed over her with
that electrifying intense heat. She felt
her skin erupt in a million goose bumps as every hair on her body stood at
attention.
Damn him,
she thought. How
can he have this kind of power over me? Fuck!
“You have no idea Brownie.”
“Brownie?
“Mmm. Brownie.
For that glorious mane of hair you have.” His hand spanned across her stomach and she
felt a million butterflies suddenly erupt as he hugged her tightly against him.
“I’ll bet you taste better than
one too.” If she could have turned
around she would have seen the corners of his mouth turn up as he baited her.
End
of preview
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