Today I have Tyffani Clark Kemp on the blog sharing an excerpt from Scorned' sequel, Hunted. Check it out below then go download the first book free!
There's no need to hunt vampires when they're hunting you...
LeKrista Scott has a vampire problem. They're out for her blood and her magic. Once she gets rid of one, there's another to take it's place. Add to that, her uncontrollable Mage power and she has a real mess on her hands. Under the pretense of touring with her new band, LeKrista is sent to Scotland to work with an old Wind Mage to learn to control her power, but it may not be enough to contain the powerful mix of magic that is slowly driving her insane.
“Not so brave without someone to watch you perform, are you?” He paused then, scenting the air before his gaze latched onto my right hand. His eyes flashed and changed until I was looking into the eyes of an animal, a jaguar. I’d seen those eyes before and the big cat that possessed them. Instead of back off, as I should have done, I opened my hand and let the rose drop to the floor. Blood filled my palm and dripped onto the floor, but I held it out to him and grinned.
“Hungry?” I asked. The moment the words were out of my mouth I knew they were the wrong thing to say, but there was no taking them back now. Edgar looked into my face and I saw the word “food” pasted across his eyes. I’d just turned into a huge, bloody steak to him. He was seriously considering making me dinner, but after a moment, the human part of him won out. I watched his eyes change back and he hissed at me before he turned on his heel.
I turned to the sink and washed out the wound, trashing the rose with a quick toss. When the water ran into my cut and stung, I finally let the tears flow. No one came back to check on me. No one cared. I let the betrayal and hurt wash over me as I cleaned the wound.
Twenty minutes later, my eyes red-rimmed and puffy, I left the back room and took my leave of the store two hours early without asking permission. I wouldn’t get fired because I was good and Edgar needed me, but he would let his beautiful people believe he’d let me go. When I came back, he would make sure they thought that I’d come begging for my job. Arrogant son of a bitch.
Edgar stormed out of the building as I started my engine and banged on my window. His face burned with fury. I let him know just what I thought of him and flicked him off as I peeled out of the parking lot. He dodged some gravel that my rear tires kicked up and shouted something that I never heard. Probably just as well.
I drove away from Edgar and his women and the building. I set my sights on getting as far away as I could. With the pedal to the floor, it took no time at all. I had all green lights and the ones that weren’t green, I ignored. If there’d been any cops around, I would have gone to jail. I didn’t realize where I was until I knocked on the door and it opened.
“Staci? Stace, what’s wrong?”
It was habit, instinct, whatever you wanted to call it. When something was wrong there was only one man who could fix it and I’d inadvertently come to that one man to fix my bad day.
About The Author
Tyffani Clark Kemp has been writing since she discovered in the sixth grade that it wasn’t enough just to read about fantastic places, but she could create her own. She weaves small bits of herself into everything she writes whether it be a science fiction piece about aliens or a dramatic romance fraught with conflict and love. She lives in South Carolina with her family and her fluffy shii tzu-mix dog who thinks he’s a Saint Bernard.