Semper Fae and an Exclusive Excerpt
No one is a minor player in his own life. We all play our own leading roles. The different with fiction is simply a matter of where the authorial lens focuses. A character with a smaller part unwisely catches the writer’s eye. The inner eye swivels and now this unfortunate is the focus of relentless attention. Suddenly, the author feels the need to dissect, to dig. The character’s previous anonymity drive privacy lies in ruins.
But it can sure be great story fodder.
Such is the case for Zachary Morrison, retired Marine, formerly stationed at a secret government installation, who first appeared as a necessary but secondary character in the second Endangered Fae novel, Diego. He was too intriguing, held too many possibilities. He probably doesn’t thank me for it, but this latest story is his.
By Angel Martinez
Zack thought he had a strange job before. Working as a Marine medic in a secret government installation was odd, but working as a human liaison to the fae and as the personal assistant to a sidhe prince is downright bizarre. Throw in the fact that he’s pretty damn sure he’s fallen in love with his boss, and things are close to unmanageable.
Of course, around the fae, a man learns never to say ‘things can’t possibly get any worse.’ Unexplained events have begun to plague the human world. Strange sightings, spontaneous explosions of magic, and odd bends in reality crop up. When Finn falls terribly ill and a monstrous creature attacks Zack one night, things quickly slide into disaster.
Just for Diamonds and Divas (and don’t forget, comments put you in the drawing for the grand prize – 9 books!) and excerpt never shared previously:
After Faolchú had carried Finn to the sunken garden tub down the hall, the upstairs quieted again. Occasional splashes drifted to Zack and the soft rumble of Faolchú’s voice, but these were peaceful sounds. He found his eyes sliding shut and wondered if Eithne had done something to make him sleep. Probably. Unconscious was one thing, but the body needed real sleep to heal.
Maybe Diego would have less evasive answers when he came upstairs after work, or maybe Lugh was due in soon. Lugh. He’d clop up the stairs, his hooves ringing on every step. He’d be wearing the royal dress uniform he put on for state occasions, the one with the waist-length jacket with all the gold buttons, so tight across his huge, ripped chest. He’d have that heart-melting smile turned on full power. He’d unbutton the jacket slowly and then the white dress shirt underneath, leaving them both on and hanging open to frame his gorgeous pecs and that bounce-a-racquetball-off-it abdomen.
Zack chuckled at himself when he realized his little fantasy had gotten him hard as hell. With thoughts of Lugh climbing into bed with him, wrapping those powerful arms around him, he drifted off to sleep.
At first, the fantasy carried over into his dreams. Lugh seized his mouth in a ravenous kiss, his tongue plunging hard into Zack’s mouth. Huge hands slid down to cup his butt. Zack moaned into the erotic assault, grinding his painfully hard erection against Lugh’s stomach.
Fear stiffened Zack’s spine when the dream shifted suddenly. Lugh’s tender murmurs deteriorated into snarls. The face trying to kiss him no longer belonged to the prince, its features distorted by rage or madness. Zack tried to shove the stranger away but now claws dug into his back. His heart raced and he cried out as the thing holding him snapped at him with jagged, dagger-long teeth.
Heat surged through him. His skin burned and itched as if a thousand electrified spiders raced over his body. He roared and slammed his fist into the thing’s chest. His knuckles tore through skin. Bone cracked as its sternum splintered. Zack reached inside and an unholy triumph gripped him as he ripped its heart from its chest. The heart beat against his hand, the heat searing his palm. He stared at it, watching each chamber pulse in succession, the scent of blood filling his head. A sudden hunger raced through him. He would have his enemy’s strength if he ate his heart. His jaws ached as he opened his mouth to sink his teeth into the pulsating muscle.
The soft voice jerked his gaze up to the face across from him. It wasn’t the stranger and it wasn’t the beast. It was the girl from the park. He had ripped her heart out.
He dropped the heart and screamed.