Succubus:
Shadows of the Beast
T.W.
Mordrake
Genre: Paranormal and Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Nocturnal Trinity
Date of Publication: May 16th, 2015
ASIN: B00WV6L28A
Number of pages: 475 pages
Word Count: 138,000 words
Cover Artist: Ravenborn
Book Description:
Entering the real world after
college often educates one to the true horrors of the harsh obstacles life has
to offer. For Kailey Yates the discoveries are far more terrifying and
dangerous. Two days before she graduated with a degree in investigative
journalism, her brother Vincent is found dead in his swimming pool with a
syringe stuck in his arm. His death is ruled as a suicide, but Kailey doesn't
buy it.
She suspects Vincent's new wife
Cassie is the one who actually killed him. Her suspicions are drawn from his
rapid health deterioration during his short six month marriage. During one of
her last Skype conversations she had with Vincent, Kailey's roommate Raven
witnesses their conversation and immediately senses that Vincent is being soul-drained
by a succubus. Since Raven is a witch, Kailey has no doubt about her friend's
perception and concludes that Cassie must be the demon responsible.
Kailey leaves Boston and flies to
Seattle for her brother's funeral. While there she investigates the
circumstance surrounding his death. She uncovers dark information that leads
her to Nocturnal Trinity, a nightclub in the heart of Seattle. And worse, the
underground club is run by a powerful alliance of vampires, demons, and witches
that wish to protect Cassie at all costs, which includes killing Kailey or
anyone else if necessary.
Warning: Adults 18+ due to adult
theme/scene.
Available at Amazon
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Kailey Yates knew
that her brother Vincent would never have killed himself had it not been for
his new wife, Cassie. And yet, Kailey
stood at Vincent’s graveside while the workers prepared to lower her brother’s
casket into the cold ground, his final resting place.
The gray overcast
Seattle sky with its chilly swirling mists set the mood for the burial and the
gloom that also possessed her broken heart.
The towering leafless oaks in the cemetery were sinister skeletons
forewarning that the dangerous kiss of winter’s death would soon settle over
them, harsher than ever before.
One never escaped
death, but sometimes death came too early with an unfairness that made Kailey
want to scream at the heavens from her inner rage and loss. After all, her brother had been a successful
attorney in his early thirties and destined to become the first in their family
that had graduated from college to live a prosperous lifestyle. He was never a man who entertained suicidal
thoughts.
The workers and
his ritzy friends from the Langston Law Firm had come out in great number. She estimated no less than one hundred people
had arrived. Never had she seen so many
expensive suits and vehicles. Coming
from a modest middleclass family, she never imagined she or her brother would
rub elbows with the upper class of society, but he had been adamant that they
would be wealthy and worked painstakingly to get them there.
While the priest
gave the eulogy, the men and women stood stoically silent, their eyes staring
at Vincent’s casket. The priest finished
speaking and led the audience in a proper prayer, praying that Vincent’s soul
found forgiveness and mercy for leaving this world by suicide.
How fitting,
Kailey thought, wringing her hands.
Blame the innocent for what the murderer did.
While the others
respectfully closed their eyes, she gazed around, trying to see Cassie, but the
two men standing in front of her sister-in-law blocked Kailey’s view. Moments after the priest finished his lengthy
ill-placed prayer, the wealthy people mingled to hug, shake hands, and chat.
The slight breeze
swirled Kailey’s long reddish-brown curls, forcing her to pull her hair back
and letting it fall onto her back and shoulders. Her jaw suddenly tightened, hiding the
wrinkles that deepened into cute dimples whenever she smiled. Her hazel eyes suddenly blazed with anger and
vengeance.
Across the grave
Cassie stood dressed in a form-fitting black skirt that accentuated her perfect
curves and perhaps distastefully revealed more leg than what was suitable at a
funeral for one’s husband. Her tight
long-sleeved jacket cut off at her midriff, revealing her well-defined
abs. She wore black-netted hose and
velvety black high heels. Hell,
streetwalkers wore more clothes in this cold weather.
Cassie hid her
pale face behind a white handkerchief and sobbed. Kailey understood how a man might be
immediately drawn to Cassie’s exquisite beauty.
Her slender oval face with high cheekbones gave her a regal presence
even at this dismal funeral. She carried
herself with the utmost grace, in spite of her poor choice of attire, but she
also had a seductively dark energy radiating from her.
When Cassie’s dark
eyes met Kailey’s, Cassie lowered her hands and meekly folded the
handkerchief. Her tearless eyes weren’t
even slightly tinged red. A bit of
amusement curled Cassie’s pouty lips. An
odd flicker of recognition blazed in her eyes and hinted slight detestation,
even though they had never met in person.
Kailey felt the resentment and didn’t understand why, unless Cassie had
somehow figured out that Kailey suspected her of murdering Vincent, which
Kailey did. Perhaps Cassie read it in
her eyes. Or worse, perhaps this
she-devil could read Kailey’s thoughts.
Moments later,
Cassie broke their connection and returned to her fake sobs, wiping at her eyes
with the cloth in a way that demanded pity from the solemn onlookers.
One of Vincent’s
former attorney friends wore a gray pinstriped suit and overcoat. He approached Cassie to console her. He was trim with brown hair, a firm jaw, and
offered a tender smile as he spoke to the widow. She buried her face against the man’s
chest. Obviously surprised by her
approach, he gently patted her back from an awkward distance, but Cassie
aggressively wrapped her arms around him.
To lessen his discomfort in the situation, he finally leaned in closer
and embraced her.
She nuzzled
against his chest, reached beneath his jacket, and clung to him. Her body shook with what people nearby might
consider being violent heaving sobs. He
rested his chin atop her head and whispered.
His hands gently rubbed her back, and she seemed to calm at his touch
and gentle words. She stopped sobbing
and became less broken.
Don’t you see that
those tears aren’t real? A slight breeze
rustled Kailey’s long flowing brown hair.
Instead of remorse for her brother’s death, she felt a growing
resentment toward his widow. A bitter
taste came to the back of her throat, and she fought the rising gag reflex from
seeing this woman’s blatant slutty behavior and utter disrespect for her
husband. What did Vincent ever see in
you?
Kailey also
battled the growing urge to march across the cemetery and rattle the woman with
several jabs to Cassie’s face and swift punches to her stomach.
Another
place. Another time.
Kailey’s
sister-in-law, even now, wore little makeup.
Her lipstick was a bright red hue, which made her pale reflection appear
even lighter. Her raven hair was neatly
styled with silver pins and sprigs of Lady’s Breath. Her pretend tears had not smudged the dark
mascara around her eyes, and with her ashen complexion she resembled a corpse
better than her brother probably had at his viewing. To others, even the hundred or more attending
the funeral, she appeared stately, reserved, and the perfect widow.
Well played,
Kailey thought. You’ve fooled them, but
not me.
Cassie was a cold
parasite that had preyed upon Vincent, seduced him into marrying her, and then
taken his life to possess his wealth and million-dollar estate. Kailey couldn’t act on her suspicions
alone. She needed proof. The coroner had ruled her brother’s death as
a suicide, but she believed it was not.
Relevant details had never been disclosed to her, and she wanted
answers.
Vincent had been
murdered. Cassie had killed him, made it
look like a suicide, and Kailey was determined to prove it.
About
the Author:
T.W. Mordrake writes Urban Fantasy,
Paranormal Romance, and Fantasy. A lover
of all things mystical, T.W. explores the strange, unusual, and haunted places
in the U.S., which lends to the underlying charm for writing about the
paranormal creatures that lurk in the dark shadows of night.
@TWMordrake
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