The best complement an author can receive is when someone in the writing industry is so excited to read the rest of a series, they offer to publish the whole thing! Now I just need to get off my butt and write the rest of the books.
For now, here’s a wee Isaac teaser to wet your appetite.
Ironhill Jinn Book One: Water
Released August 28th, 2017 with Books We Love
Excerpt from Chapter Four
“You’re no more of a monster than I am,” I said. I was the larger monster in the room in terms of power, but Isaac didn’t appear to have picked up on the insult. “I don’t need to know your people to do my job well. I’ll do whatever it takes to find the truth.”
“You see, lass, herein lies my dilemma. You taste of truth, but also of fear. Perhaps you intend to lead me away from the truth instead of to it, and I canna be sure which it is.” He stopped in front of me, so close his clean-shaven chin blocked the room from my sight. “You stand before me in silk and pearls and dainty heels. Most believe what you said before, that you’re but an average woman, but I’ve seen you bring a hell hound to heel without saying a word. There’s more to you than meets the eye.”
I jumped when his hand brushed my outer thigh and traced the edges of my knife harness through the skirt.
“You hide your true danger from the world, and it comes from something more lethal than a stone blade strapped to your thigh.”
How had he known it was there? I grabbed his wrist, aware of the unbridled power in his body that was so near. “Mind your manners,” I said.
My thoughts twisted into chaos as I reached for words that would get me out of the room alive. I had to phrase my response carefully to avoid an outright lie. “Tell me how I can prove that I’m no danger to you or your people.”
He pressed his hands into the door beside my head, trapping me there with the solid mass of his muscular frame. His hair brushed my bare arm, inducing a rash of shivers, and his voice fell low, intimate. “I need to see what you saw in that tunnel.” A slight twist of his head brushed his lips against my hair, and warm breath washed across my temple.
Lost in the vibrating potential in his body, I trembled, his request registering slowly in my thoughts. “I can’t do what you’re asking.”
He wanted an invitation into my mind, one that couldn’t be ungiven. All I was, every memory since my birth—including my species—would be his for the taking. Although he could breech my mental borders regardless, taking me by force would also provoke a kill order on him, thanks to changes I’d helped bring to the law.
Sweat broke out on my brow at the thought of him injured or dead. My jinn side surged within my soul in response, and I suffered a violent urge to take him and flee. What on earth? Since when did Isaac’s life rank higher than my own?
“If you haven’t committed these crimes, then you have nothing to fear from me.” He gripped my face with strong hands, lining my chin up with his. Nobody could help me. Not Gerry and not Deirdre. Not the earth or my connection to it.
“Please, Isaac. Force this, and you die. Your people need you. There’s nothing in my memory of this incident, or any of the others, that I haven’t told you. Listen to the truth in my voice.”
After another agonizing few seconds, Isaac released my face, dropping one hand that had grown black claws to my chest above my left breast. “As always with you, your truth is clouded. You’re hiding something. If I find my people’s blood on your hands, our relationship over the years will not stop me from ripping your heart out and drinking it down as I watch the light leave your stunning blue eyes. Bring me a murderer, or I’ll take you in his place.”