I’m currently working on the first book in a new trilogy, Blood Ties. This is a paranormal/shifter romance and I expect to release this book early January. My editor has returned the document and I’m currently re-writing and editing, but I can let you have a sneaky peek.
“Do I get to learn the name of my killer before I die?” Keagen said.
The female sidestepped slowly and concentrated her eyes on Keagen’s folded arms. “I don’t see that it matters. It’s not going to serve any purpose.”
“Aw, come on! Don’t I have the right to know the name of the woman I’m gonna kill?”
Keagen unfolded his arms and, without blinking, started firing in the direction of the female.
As if sensing his actions, she spun and sidestepped, dodging Keagen’s torrent of bullets. Her next move was furiously fast and Keagen didn’t see her kick until he felt the sting of her boot as it connected with his face. It knocked him off balance, and he hissed as he lost both Glocks, but recovered in time to catch her foot when it swung toward him once more. He twisted her leg sharply and she grunted. Responding lightning fast, she jumped in the air and kicked him hard in the chest with her other leg, causing him to release her foot. Lying on his back, he quickly rolled over, heading toward the guard and dragged him forward with such force that he lost his weapon. Keagen snatched it quickly off the floor and while attempting to scramble to his feet, shot at his enemy, although without success of causing harm. The guard cracked his head on the corner of the desk and lay unconscious, which at least evened the odds, although, not by much. The chick was even faster than he was, and he had to congratulate the geneticists, despite cursing them in the same breath.
Charging toward his target, he slammed her against the wall. Usually he’d be pounding a pussy while in this position, but not this day. He was fighting for his life and wasn’t sure he was going to win. This new version was way faster and stronger than he expected and he had no idea how he was going to stop her.
With his arms wrapped around her body, Keagen tried to drag her to the floor, but he cried out in pain as her head connected with his. The force was immense. With blurred vision, he struggled to stand. His hold was slipping and as he started to fall, he could hear only a wicked cackle ringing in his ears.
Landing on the floor with a THUD, he shook his head to try to bring himself around, but he was struggling. Aware of a noise, but unsure what it was, his head turned toward the direction. Everything was fuzzy, but he could just make out Gabriel as he crashed through the window.
Glass flew in all directions as he almost fell into the room at speed. Without hesitation, he shifted. Honing in on the female against the wall, who was now beckoning him toward her wearing a wide grin, he obliged her request and charged. His growl echoed around the room as he roared. Clawed hands sliced at the female as she ducked and dodged his attempts to cause harm. It seemed she was invincible. This was the future of Solgen Laboratories.
Gabriel staggered back when the chick punched him hard across the jaw. It didn’t matter that she cut her skin on sharp teeth; she merely smirked as she noticed the red blood against her pale skin. As if the party was flagging and she grew bored of the guests, the female drew two curved daggers from behind her back and lunged at Gabriel. Her intention to finish him was painfully obvious when Gabriel howled as a blade sliced across his right arm.
In the meantime, Keagen took the advantage while their foe concentrated her attention on Gabriel and kicked her feet away, sending her on her ass. Within seconds, both Keagen and Gabriel were on her. Punches flew while claws slashed, but not for long. A howl like a banshee ripped through the room. Springing from the floor, sending both men sprawling into the walls, the female dived through the broken window.
Both Keagen and Gabriel remained in their locations. Breathing heavily and still struggling to come to their senses from their injuries, it took a few minutes before Gabriel managed to get to his feet. Shifting to human form and aiding Keagen, he pulled him to sit in a chair while he checked his arm. The wound would heal quickly, the benefits of being a lycan, but it still hurt nonetheless.
“What the fuck was that?” Keagen sat, dazed and confused. Unable to shake the blurred vision or humming in his head, he pressed his hands to his forehead in despair.
“Come on, we need to get the fuck out of here before the cops turn up.”