QSFer Lex Chase has a new Fantasy / Horror / Paranormal book out:
The once glorious aisa kingdom of Darkmore lies in ruins, and King Sevon Maraté is trapped. Sevon endures unrelenting abuse and is used as a scapegoat by Lord Dominic Ravensgrove, who rules Darkmore from the shadows. Coping by dressing in gowns and jewels, the effeminate king relishes the scraps of freedom he is given to be himself.
As a verkolai, Sevon possesses the ability to part the Veil separating his world from hundreds of others. His gift provides a chance for escape, but Dominic refuses to relinquish his tool for power. When Dominic forges an ambitious plan to invade the prosperous shifter land of Priagust, he manipulates Sevon’s desperation for his people’s survival. Out of options, Sevon has no choice but to cooperate.
On their foray into Priagust, Dominic’s men abduct a shifter named Jack. Despite being tortured for information, Jack’s loyalty to his kind never wavers. But Jack’s knowledge about Darkmore’s history unsettles Sevon, and a curious bond begins to form. Despite Sevon’s mistrust, Jack is determined to tame the beautiful king’s wild heart and perhaps earn his freedom.
As war looms, Sevon fears Jack’s kindness is another trap. Conflicted, Sevon wonders if he should risk chasing the sunrise or remain Dominic’s compliant prisoner.
Darkmore Saga | Book One
Excerpt
THE UNITED States of America called Hurricane Gert an act of a cruel and terrible God.
The Kingdom of Darkmore called the storm divine retribution for the sins of their ancestors.
The subjects of Darkmore consulted the broadcasts of American humans. The humans made preparations against the angry hurricane aiming for the Texas coast. They muttered to themselves in their common tongue that it was a shame about Port Isabel—the coastal city wouldn’t stand a chance.
A shame about Port Isabel? The declaration angered the Darkmore citizens. The furious wind and rain crippled their own capital city.
At least the storm would hit in the daylight, the humans explained in their grating voices.
Daylight was the worst possible time for Darkmore. When the citizens hunkered in their cellars and basements, any shaft of light that stabbed through the cracks would destroy them. The wind, hail, or rain wouldn’t eradicate them, but the sun waited behind the churning clouds for its moment to reach through the storm-punctured Veil to bleach Darkmore’s subjects from existence and out of America’s shadows. Deep in their bones, the citizens of Darkmore feared the sun from the moment they awakened into their lives as aisa.
“A shame about Port Isabel,” the humans croaked like bullfrogs.
Anna Maria, the king’s consort, seethed. What about us, she wanted to snarl into the sweating fleshbag’s face. What about us?
The answer crushed her. Humans didn’t know they existed.
A shame about Port Isabel.
A travesty about Darkmore. The capital city would be gutted like a rabbit, the entrails plucked by her enemies.
Anna Maria curled her slim body around the warmth of the handheld radio and listened to the static-laced broadcast. As per the radio’s instructions, she and her son had barricaded themselves in a walk-in closet. It was the safest place in the prince’s residence inside the palace walls of Darkmore. Anna Maria saw no reason to join the nobles, who were protected in the various guest rooms. She didn’t want to upset her son or take him out of his comfort zone.
Just five months shy of his fourth birthday, Prince Sevon Noel Maraté of Darkmore, curled into a kittenish ball next to her. He was heir to the throne of the most powerful aisa nation, and with the inheritance, Sevon would gain the most enemies.
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Author Bio
Lex Chase once heard Stephen King say in a commercial, “We’re all going to die, I’m just trying to make it a little more interesting.” Now she’s on a mission to make the world a hell of a lot more interesting.
Weaving tales of sweeping cinematic adventure—depending on how she feels that day—Lex sprinkles in high-speed chases, shower scenes, and more explosions than a Hollywood blockbuster. Her pride is in telling stories of men who kiss as much as they kick ass. If you’re going to march into the depths of hell, it better be beside the one you love.
Lex is a pop culture diva, her DVR is constantly backlogged, and she unapologetically loved the ending of Lost. She wouldn’t last five minutes without technology in the event of the apocalypse and has nightmares about refusing to leave her cats behind.
She is grateful for and humbled by all the readers. She knows very well she wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them and welcomes feedback.
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