RED TIDE RISING
by Allie
Gail
BLURB:
Ages
18+. Contains strong language, explicit sex and elements of horror. This book
is the final installment in the Immortal Touch trilogy.
*****
What good is
immortality when every moment is agony?
The vampire Ash has
returned from his watery grave, proving that death is merely a minor
inconvenience. Picking up where he left off? That might not be as easy. Because
someone else is vying for Sami's attention - the last person he ever would have
expected.
Fulfilling her desire
for immortality seems the surest route to winning her favor. But for Sami, this
gift will come at a terrible price. One simple lie of omission is all it takes
to send her spiraling into a terminal state of madness. And as the last
remnants of her sanity slip away, Ash can no longer deny that her maniacal
behavior is putting them all at risk. His perfect angel has become a perfect
liability.
But can he find it in
his heart to destroy her?
EXCERPT:
Almost simultaneously they blinked, the two heads bobbing
about in disoriented confusion as they struggled to assimilate. Straightening,
Ash took a step back and spread his arms open with a haughty smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the freakshow! I am your
host and master of ceremonies. Tickets are nonrefundable and the rules here are
simple. There are only two, so please give me your undivided attention as I
will not, I repeat, will not be going over these instructions twice. Listen up,
here we go. Rule number one. Do. Not. Scream. First motherfucker in here that
wigs out on me gets their gray matter painted all over the walls. Unless you
want this place redecorated with your brains, I suggest you take ol’ Sparky’s
advice here and – how’d you put it? Oh, yeah. Keep. It. Down.
“Rule number two. I am in charge here. In case you
illiterate hillbilly dumbasses don’t know what that means, I’ll clarify. You
will do what I say, when I say it, without asking why. These rules are
non-negotiable and subject to change at any time, without any warning, in
accordance with my whim. Do we have any questions from the audience?”
Sami watched, enthralled, as the startled couple exchanged
panicky looks. Once again almost synchronously, their bulging eyes returned to
the gun being waved around in front of their faces. Neither of them seemed to know
what to do.
The woman was the first to hazard a question. Bringing a
shaking hand to her chest, she coughed twice before saying in a croaky voice,
“P-please…I need a Xanax. I think I’m having a panic attack.”
“A panic attack? Really?” Asher’s free hand flew to his
mouth in exaggerated dismay. “Oh, my. Now that is unfortunate. Regrettably,
management won’t allow us to stop the ride and let you off once it’s started.
However, we will have some nice parting gifts for you. May I have your name,
please?”
“My…name?” Her cheeks grew even more wan if that was
possible. She looked dangerously close to face-planting into the floor.
“Yes. Your name. What people call you. Comes above the
street address on your mail. Generally the first line on your birth certificate.
Any of that ring a bell?”
“Brandy,” she whispered before coughing again.
“What was that you were asking for, Brandy? A Xanax?”
“Yes…please. They’re in…in my purse. Over there.”
“My dear, you don’t need medication. What you need is a
transfusion. Request denied. Next?”
At her side, Kemper seemed to suddenly spring to life.
“What’s going on here?” he snapped indignantly. “Who are you people?”
“I apologize, but due to union rules we are only permitted
to answer one question at a time. Kindly select just one.”
Not only baffled but clearly getting pissed off, Kemper
gritted his teeth so that his lower lip protruded in a way that reminded Sami
of Slingblade. “I said…who ARE you people?”
“Oh! That’s right! You don’t even know how to address me
yet, do you? Please pardon the oversight. Let me introduce myself. I am known
as Alpha to the fortunate, Grim Reaper to the unfortunate, and Total Prick to
everyone else. You can simply call me Sir. To my left is my lovely assistant
Samara. Take a bow, gorgeous.”
Smiling brightly, she gave a dainty little curtsey. “How do
you do?”
AUTHOR BIO:
Allie fell in
love with books from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and
Jane reader. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the sunny panhandle
of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and two fat, obnoxious cats.
When she’s not busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, she can
usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better!), reading
or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.
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