QSFer J.M. Dabney has a new ff paranormal book out:
A family forged in battle.
Amora Medina-Jackyl knew one thing well—vengeance. She’d inflicted pain without mercy to those who deserved the punishment. She’d lived by one motto her entire existence– family was to be protected above all else. An ancient cult murdered her parents and siblings when she was little more than a child. The Order of Angelus hadn’t understood the Hell they’d brought down on themselves that one brutal night.
Amora was many things in her four centuries. A daughter and a sister, a mother, yet she was best known as a killer. When she finally meets her end, Amora will have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to answer for. Her only wish is to find one moment of peace. She denies her need as much as she fights to protect it. When the one woman who can bring her serenity comes into her life: can Amora destroy century old walls to let her in?
Lies and conspiracies tear at the fabric of sanity—of what’s right. Can truths come to light that change the reality of a family who’s known only the taste of revenge and loss?
Author’s Note: This is a previously published title. It was released as a two-part novel, it has been expanded and re-edited. This is a standalone novel.
Excerpt
“I knew the moment I caught your scent across the room. You were wearing this tight secretary outfit, pinstriped skirt, white blouse, for a number you were performing. Fuck, you were gorgeous.” The roll of her eyes infuriated him. “Why the fuck is it so hard for you to take a compliment from me?”
“Because you give them so easily.”
“When I am here, have you ever seen me leave with anyone? Tell me one time and I will leave you to the safety of your precious bubble.” When he wasn’t here with his family he fulfilled his needs, anonymous women that meant nothing beyond one night. Ripper may be considered a bastard in a lot of ways but he wouldn’t rub Tasha’s face in his conquests. The more he saw her search her memory the further her anger was pushed away. “You’ve treated me like a kid for the last five years, practically patting me on the head. I tried to tell you and you shut me down every time.”
“You’re just—” She closed her mouth so fast her teeth clicked together.
“What? Pretty? I’m getting tired of that one. Just give me a fucking chance, maybe even a date or a conversation where it doesn’t end with you running from me.” A snicker from the bar narrowed his eyes. “Shut up, Ma!”
“Amora, your son is trying—” Lark moaned as the admonishment was cut off.
“Could I possibly do this without the audience?”
“Maybe I could suggest some poetry, or a kiss, something to make her forget you have the appeal of a leprous rage demon.”
“Dad, so not helping here.” He shot Tasha a glare as she coughed to cover what suspiciously sounded like a laugh. “Don’t even start finding this funny. Can we go somewhere else to talk?”
“Okay.” Ripper reached out and laced his fingers through Tasha’s; turning he led her toward the door flipping off his parental units as he went.
“We love you too, son.” Growling at the amused trio as he pushed open the door and stepped out into the bright afternoon sun as he tugged Tasha to his side.
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Author Bio
By day, she’s an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she’s equal opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she’ll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.
She has been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.