It is here! It's really, really here!
The big reveal for Kira Saito's third book in the Arelia LaRue series, "POSSESSED".
How gorgeous is this!? I love the fact that all of her covers (although they have the same background), vary in the pose of the model and are all themed by colors. I absolutely love it!
But mostly I am dying to read 'Possessed'. Huh? Huh?! Who's with me? I cannot wait to read what kinds of trouble Arelia will get herself into this time.
Read on for a little TEASER!
Chapter
1
Anger
is All I Have Left
“Oh queen. You break what’s left of my heart with your naivety.” Ivan gave me a
smirk as he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me close to
him.
My body was limp in his powerful embrace. He brought his lips to my ear. “You
really think you’re strong enough to take me on? I’ve been around a long time
baby. I’ve seen things that you can’t even begin to imagine.”
“You sound like such a cliché,” I said, as I dug my nails into him and tried to
wiggle out of his arms.
I had
no idea if I had successfully sucked out all his powers. At this point, all I
wanted to do was get far away from him as possible. Maybe my plan had been a
little rash. I should have asked more questions when Gran-Ibo had given me the
oil like what the hell do I do right after?
He let out a dry laugh, but didn't say
anything. Instead, he placed a finger over my lips and wiped off some of the
Black Arts oil. He put his finger into his mouth and tasted the
oil.
“I’m
the cliché? You’re the one using Black Arts oil and…” He sniffed my neck and
gave it a little lick. “Come to me Oil. Amateur moves queen. I expected
something more dramatic from you. Perhaps a voodoo doll? Or a creating a zombie
to attack me? Yes. In case you didn’t know, we are capable of creating zombies.
You should have hit me with anything but the atypical oils. How boring. I guess
I over estimated you after all.”
There
were a thousand things I probably could have done at that exact second. I could
have called on Soussan Pannan or Erzulie. Instead, I relied on good old
fashioned defense mechanisms and kicked Ivan hard in the groin. He immediately
released me and let out a low moan.
“Never
underestimate your opponent jerk,” I said, as I made a mad dash out of the
ballroom and upstairs. “And stop calling me queen. It’s pretty damn
annoying!”
I
remembered that I had passed red brick dust outside our bedroom door. If I made
it there, I would be safe until I could figure out my next move. I was supposed
to understand Ivan and help him, but he was making it awfully difficult. I knew
he wasn’t stupid enough to murder me, but he was a very angry soul. From my
experience, people tended to do extremely stupid things when they were angry. I
was living proof of that.
I ran
halfway up the spiral staircase when I heard Ivan right behind me. His hand
gripped my ankle. I fell with a thud which temporarily disorientated me.
“Easy
queen.” I felt Ivan’s arms around me as he scooped me up from the ground like a
helpless ragdoll.
Before
I had a chance to say anything, he placed his hand over my mouth and carried me
up the stairs. I revolted wildly against him, but he was totally unfazed by my
little antics. He tossed me a stupid grin.
“I’ve
been brutally beaten countless times, been forced to work under pretty crappy
circumstances, without any health insurance by the way, and survived depressing
pangs of starvation. I’m pretty sure I can handle the antics of a scrawny, love
struck voodoo queen.”
Obviously, Ivan had no
idea who he was up against. Or maybe he did. Faking being all powerful and
brave was vastly different from actually believing it. When I had tried to suck
out Ivan’s energy, I had felt myself waver. In that moment of doubt, I know I
had sealed my miserable fate. And now I had to face the consequences.
Crap.
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HOOKED? Yeah, I thought so.
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