Showing posts with label Crymsyn Hart. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Soul Reaper by Crymsyn Hart
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance/ Horror
Length: Novel, 92,655 Words, PDF Pages 268
ISBN: 978-1-936165-73-5
Release Date: 1-12-2011
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence/ Bisexual
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Can a vampire trust an angel, when that angel is Death?
Time has taken Brenna back to Boston, to the Tearoom, the place she whispered her first psychic predictions. Things are different now. While struggling to hang onto her humanity, she must discover why an angel has been imparting cryptic messages to her. Confusing as his riddles are, they make sense in the end, leading Brenna to Miranda.
Miranda’s had a haunting nightmare for years. The one constant is a gorgeous man, Julien, who whispers in her dreams. She doesn’t expect him to be her nightmare made flesh. Not until she comes home and finds her friends murdered does she realize she’s the vampire’s new target.
While Brenna is deeply in love with Veronica, she finds herself attracted to her angelic messenger. Fighting the pull toward him, she must risk her very soul to save Miranda. If she fails, all she holds dear will be destroyed. And if she succeeds then her whole life will change.
EXCERPT:
We chose to sit in the room off to our right. Tables and chairs were strewn around the room, many large enough for six to eight people. Then there were the tables for two, but the big attractions were the three ovenlike apertures to sit in. We chose one that was open. I plopped down in the cushy chair as Veronica put her coat on the chair opposite me.
“I’m going up to order. You want the usual?”
I nodded, remembering the first time Veronica and I had met in New Orleans. Our worlds had collided when she thought I was a vampire, and I assumed she was human. How simple life had been then. The world had been different when I was mortal, when all that mattered was getting what I wanted.
Veronica walked off as I settled back in the chair. Stretching my senses, I felt the minds of the humans pressing against mine. Their thoughts filtered through my head like radio stations changing too quickly. Losing myself in the noise, I caught glimpses here and there of their lives. As I did, I sensed something familiar. It was the same presence I’d felt earlier in the Tearoom. It only lasted a moment, then it retreated like it had been caught. Maybe it was some errant ghost following me, and now it would leave me alone. I pushed the presence from my thoughts and got lost once again in the distraction of the human minds until Veronica returned. As I let myself go, I didn’t hear my lover sit down. It wasn’t until the table hit my knee that I opened my eyes.
“Hey, how was—”
Veronica wasn’t the one sitting across from me. A man dressed in a black trench coat, black shirt and pants stared at me. His skin was white, almost as pale as mine was. Dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders while his eyes held the knowledge of endless time. His clear, pointed nails caressed the ends of the chair. His face was expressionless, passionless, as always, and his two pointed teeth rested on lips the color of bleached roses. This creature was no vampire, but the Angel of Death.
I sighed, wondering what he wanted. His appearances were always full of puzzling conversation, as he popped up at the most inconvenient times. Something about him irritated me, but I could never pinpoint what it was.
Hello, Brenna. It’s nice to see you too, Azrael said. His voice was flat but melodic as it burrowed into my mind.
“What are you doing here, Azrael?” I asked impatiently.
I assumed you might desire my company. You seemed lonely just a moment ago as you sought solace in the minds of the humans at this establishment.
My temper flared as he sat before me. It didn’t matter if he was an angel. There was just something about him. Like other angels, his energy was bright, fluttering across my skin like warm sunlight. There was also a slight chill that sank down to my bones, but that was his own special signature, since he was the Angel of Death.
He was the first angel I’d actually had a conversation with. However, I never got a straight answer from Azrael, so I’d stopped asking questions. Whenever I glimpsed other angels, they smiled, but were gone in a rush. Angels existed in a different dimension than humans, and normally weren’t perceived unless they wanted to be. Fairies were the same way. Humans saw the beings for something other than what they truly were. Since I’d become a vampire, I’d been able to see all these different creatures, but I’d kept this ability to myself and never told Veronica. I assumed she didn’t have the power.
Your intuition seems to be flourishing. Your companion is as beautiful as ever.
“What do you want, Azrael?” I asked again.
He smiled, showing more of his teeth. His canines made me wonder if he was something of a vampire himself, maybe living off the souls he collected.
Dead roses are the ultimate flora to adorn the remains of the deceased. In the end, it is in darkened dungeons that Destiny makes herself known.
“Is that all you came to say?” I growled. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Can’t you just once appear, or go poof, or whatever you do, and—”
He leaned over the table, placing his hand on mine. A chill entered my heart, circulating throughout my body. It became hard to breathe as he held me in his thrall. His eyes burned with a blue fire that imprinted itself in my mind. It seemed like a star had detonated in his eyes, and the cold of space filled me. Liquid ice replaced my blood as the shards ripped my veins to shreds. My heart stopped in mid-beat as I froze from the inside, but it was so frigid it burned away my rage. That was his point. He’d never touched me before, never done anything except give me cryptic advice. But crypts were his territory.
Those close to you are only elements in your own destiny. You are the key. Think before I descend on your doorstep again.
The chair was empty.
Veronica walked toward me, holding two cups of steaming liquid.
“Brenna, are you all right?”
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Solstice Miracles by Crymsyn Hart
Crymsyn Hart
ISBN 978-1-936165-67-4
Word Count: 36,571
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Werewolf Shapeshifter/Menage
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In the cold winter nights, two desire to keep her warm.
Natalie Bear found a quaint old farmhouse that needed some TLC. Upon moving in, she discovered that she wasn't alone in the house. Her resident ghost happens to be a hunky cowboy that she can't keep her mind off of. Not to mention, one of her handymen has a certain appeal too. Trying to overcome her dark past, she finds love in the cowboy who can also soothe her raging desire. Drawn between two men, each with their own hidden secrets, Natalie must choose who she wants more.
As the Winter Solstice draws near, the veil between the living and the dead grows thinner. Before claiming which man she wants, the evil spirits in the house come out to play. Along with her ex husband who wants nothing more than her blood.
Excerpt:
“Natalie.”
She turned from the window and saw Dustin standing in the doorway. He was dashing in his duster, hugging jeans, his open shirt, and the hat. “Is everything okay?”
“I've been a fool.”
Natalie wasn't sure what he meant, but when he walked over to her, cupped her face, and drew her to his lips, it didn't matter anymore. He kissed her softly. Everything in her froze once his lips touched hers. She responded to him slowly and pressed against him, trying to feel the contours of his body. The longer she was around him, the more the craving to be in his arms took hold of her. He broke the kiss and then trailed his finger down her neck.
“I wanted to apologize to you. I didn't mean to be so cross. I was angered when I saw you with him, but I didn't have the right to do anything. You have the privilege to choose whatever man you wish. These two weeks, I have watched you from the shadows and heard you sobbing. It hurt my soul seeing you crying. Your fingers brushing the spot on your bed where I had lain next to you. I brought that pain upon you, and that was never my intention.”
She touched his face. “What would you do if I chose each of you to be in bed with me? If I needed the both of you for a relationship?”
He winced at the comment. “I'd have to think about it. I would have to meet the other man. It is not in my nature to share the woman I care for.”
“You care for me?”
“For the longest time, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to love another again. But with you, my heart has reignited. That was the reason I returned to this place from the West. I was betrothed, but she died of the pox. By the time I got back, I found my father had killed the family. The barn was ablaze.
“After we fought, I tried to put the fire out. The horses were screaming. The spirit balls surrounded me, and I felt light. I couldn't describe it. The next thing I knew I was here and yet not here, trapped on the land. I could interact with my little sister and the others, but I could also manifest with practice.
“Soon I was able to be flesh. You were the first one I was able to trust with showing myself. Besides you moving into the house, I saw your spark on the other side. You burn so bright I had to see what you were all about. And then I heard the hurt in your soul. I watched you and my heart warmed. When you were gone that night, it made me realize I hadn't felt that way about anyone since I was alive. I wanted you. That was why I lashed out. I'm sorry.” He kissed her and trailed his fingers down her throat, causing her to shiver.
“I'm sorry to hear about your fiancée. I --” She couldn't form words from the thoughts floating through her mind. He said he loved her. She didn't think that anyone would ever truly love her. Michael never had. He wanted her for arm candy to show off at his business meetings, to parade around that he had this beautiful thing and no one else could touch it.
“You're trembling.”
Natalie tried to smile, but everything in her still ached from her thinking he might evaporate. “Must be the chill in the air. It's going to be winter soon.”
Dustin inched nearer until his body almost touched hers. “The weather in these mountains can be unpredictable. It'll be beautiful one moment and horrid the next, with snow flying everywhere. I can start a fire for you or keep you warm myself.”
He stole her breath. Staring at his lips again, the faint lines in them enticed her along with their shape. The small scar he had at the top of his upper lip enhanced his ruggedness. She tried to stay calm, but her heart thundered against her ribcage. Natalie placed her hand on his chest, grasping for something solid to hold onto and remind her that this was all real.
“I think you already have. I want you, Dustin. Will you make love to me?”
He studied her eyes. His cooler skin grew a little warmer. “Is that what you wish? To have me for a lover?”
“You said the other night you wanted to be sure if I was ready.”
“Yes. And you would choose me over the other man?”
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