I’m pleased to announce that I recently contracted my third book, with Moongypsy Press. I love writing erotica and romance, and have full intentions of continuing onward with these sinfully delectable tales. But I’ve always said I wrote Science Fiction, and I’m proud to introduce a new side to my realm.
This is a chance to show the darker part of the world. But no worries, I still have many more erotic/romantic stories still in the works.
Deep Water Legends is a Paranormal Science Fiction, and still sits in the same world as all of my erotica, but shows a different facet. We get deeper into the Council’s intrigue, and just how corrupt they really are. The establishment is a complex network of vampires who have the power to produce destruction at a moment’s notice when angered. Some abuse it terribly, but some don’t…
This will be coming January 15th, from Moongypsy Press.
Summary for Deep Water Legends:
The ruling body of vampires have let loose their top Hunters to get back an artefact. Their mission: retrieve the Dragon Stone, exterminate the Rogue and rescue the innocent human witch. Once a mission has been sanctioned, there isn’t a way to go back. Fernando is a Council employee and researcher, who stumbled upon a document suggesting a whole other race existed out there somewhere. He was tired of getting laughed at for what he sincerely believed in. No matter what risk lay ahead of him, he would prove his findings real. For his time on earth was ticking. Daphne is a human witch, kidnapped by an eccentric vampire. She is scared, trapped in the wilds of Mount Robson, knowing there is danger afoot, and she was at centre of it.
“You’re really scared, aren’t you?” He spoke for the first time…ever.
Daphne blinked. Was that supposed to be a trick question?
“I can't survive on animal blood, not that I would ever want to. I’m sorry for feeding on you, and being unprepared for this journey. They took me by surprise. Sorry if I hurt you in my carelessness…”
He stopped, quickly shutting his mouth. Broken sentences spoke of his worries, the downcast eyes flickering with red flame.
As a human witch, Daphne knew a lot about real magic, but vampires and teleportation was so far from her realm of expertise. The weirdest part, the moment they had entered this forest, her abilities had left her high and dry.
Fernando stopped too suddenly for Daphne to avoid tumbling into him. He winced when she rebounded off a tree. Great, another bruise he’d inflicted. When would this madness stop? He had to finish, it was paramount he reach his goal, or all would be lost.
The Hunters were so close, and they’d spared no expense for his account. He just wished he had more time to think it through, never counting on them finding him this fast.
He jerked her around to push her against a tree, careful not to hurt her, no matter what she thought. And he could read every petrified thought tumbling around in her too human brain. This singular fact among many upset his certainty.
Was there a mistake? No, it couldn’t be that. She had the birthmark, the one in the old Native drawings and legends Fernando had found among the fairytales his fellow councilmen kept in the underground chambers where he worked continuously.
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