Good afternoon, my lovies!
With the Lane Chronicles finished and in your hot, little hands, and since I’ve gotten several questions about the next release–a Deadly Sins or a Scandal?–I thought I’d share the answer here.
I’m excited to say a DEADLY SINS!
All Wicked’s Eve is in the works as we
speak type read? And will be to you soon! To give you a little hint as to what to expect, I’m sharing an excerpt that I’ve previously only shared with my newsletter subscribers. It takes place right after Demon Undamned and paves the way for what is coming…
Her legs gave out long before her will, dropping her onto the hard, graveled ground. Dirt dusted her fingertips and caked under her nails as she dragged herself along the darkened corridor.
Rocks bit into her flesh, but the small stings were a gentle breeze compared to the hurricane ravaging her from the inside.
She’d been warned, and thought she’d prepared, shoring up her defenses in anticipation.
She’d been a fool.
Not even one such as herself could adequately prepare for the furious onslaught destroying her from the inside.
The burn was too much—too hot, too fast. Too powerful.
They thought they had won, that they had bested her. As if she hadn’t foreseen the attack, their ridiculous plan—hell, their every move.
The only reason the demon had left her domain alive was because she had allowed it. Killing him, and the child he’d stolen, would not serve her purpose. One battle was nothing—she wanted to win the war.
That child’s holy blood was her secret weapon.
And her greatest enemy.
A low, tortured moan rasped from her lips as the air in her lungs turned to ash. Even as she commanded her body to move, it curled up on itself, denying her will to fight. Agony soared from intense to super nova. Her spine snapped, yanking her body taut in an unnatural stretch, and her screams came out piercing and unrecognizable to hear own ears.
For the first time in her long, eternal life, she felt fear—fear of failure, fear of the fire waiting to consume her. The suffocating emotion welled up in her chest, threatening her resolve until she began to wonder if she was capable of surviving, much less controlling, the force within her.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was the moment that would decide her fate—either she would get control of the power coursing through her veins, or it would control her.
Rage charged her blood, fueling her conviction. “I will never be under another’s command again.”
Gritting her teeth with the knowledge it would only get worse, she dropped her defenses and gave the fury free rein.
She embraced the pain, called to it like a long-lost lover, and used it to master her will.
Uncurling her form, inch by cramping inch, she called her fire. Black flames lit across her palm, soothing the burn deep within her bones.
Relief flitted off her lips with a sigh. She pushed up into a seated position, and then called the other power. Pain seared down her arm, but she held firm, refusing to back down until blue flames, light and delicate as butterfly wings, flickered to life in her hand.
Despite the powerful pulse throbbing against her heartbeat, she lifted her gaze, as if her Father could see her, and smiled.
Lucifer was going home.