The Countdown Has Begun!

I’m super excited about the release of my newest work, BloodLoss: A Fraktioneer Novella!

Come hang out with your favorite Book Boyfriends, Jaromir & Stein, nearly four hundred years before the events of BloodMarked!

Each day, between now & release day (1/22), I will be posting a new Sneak Peek! So check back early and often for glimpses into the Fraktioneer universe!


 

Jaromir made a strange strangled gasp. “Inka,” he said, his voice sharp and serious. “Come back in here.”

Rain spattered her face and hair, but the light instantly warmed her all the way down to her bones. She turned in a circle, her arms outstretched and her face pointed up to the sky.

She could hear his tromping steps now as he paced back and forth in the shadows. “Inka!”

She met his feral gaze: glowing crimson eyes and the corners of his lips turned up in a snarl. He was beautiful and deadly, like the tiger they’d once had in the exhibition. She could envision him out in the wild, stalking prey, and a shiver ran through her from head to toe, imagining what it would be like to be hunted by him. “How long have you been like this?” she wondered aloud.

He ignored the question, instead favoring a growl. “Inka.”

“Answer the question. How long?”

He stopped his pacing and crossed his arms over his wide chest, his muscles testing the strength of the thin linen that covered them. “A very long time. Now, come back in.” She arched an eyebrow and mirrored his stance, engaging him in a fierce staring match for a few moments before he finally gave in with a sigh. “Four hundred thirty-eight long years.”

“Four hun…” Inka gasped, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Sweet mother!
The look in his eyes softened, and he beckoned her with an outstretched hand. “Now, will you come back in? I can’t protect you out there.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t thought of it that way. Inka crossed the distance briskly, as if one of the creatures was already on her heels. The dark trapping her in an icy embrace as soon as she was back inside. Her teeth chattered. “I can’t imagine not being able to walk in the sun.”

“You get used to it,” he groused with a shrug.


 

BloodLoss © 2016 Lu J Whitley

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