Friday, April 11, 2014

Excerpt from Shivers

This is from the novella- Max in the NYC, soon to be released in the short story compilation, Shivers. 

 Lissa leaned against the rain-slick alley wall, soaked to the bone and shivering. The smell of icy New York City rain, damp, grey and tinged with steel flooded her nostrils...somehow easing the burning pain in her throat.
  She had been so stupid, and Lissa hated stupidity worse than anything. It was an unforgivable weakness in her opinion. She tilted her head back, feeling the fat cold drops splash against her face, mixing with hot tears and washing them away. Pat so wasn't worth this shit, Lissa knew that. 
  Now she did, five minutes since walking in on him and Kelsey, after she traveled halfway across the country to surprise him. And if she was honest with herself, Lissa had only decided to come to NYC because she suspected something, something in the cooling tone of Pat's voice....

  Ahhh, so damn stupid.
  She turned to leave the alley, shivering in her skirt and tank top. Ridiculous sexy clothes that were so not her. A laugh burst out of her, helpless and slightly hysterical. Cut off abruptly when she saw the three hulking figures approaching her; misty, dark and distorted by sheets of silvery rain. Three men, but with feral looks on their smiling faces, looking more like hungry animals as they formed a half-circle around her. Thunder rolled down the alley as she backed against the brick wall again. Oh, this day just could not get any worse....she screamed as the first reached out a beefy tattooed arm for her bare shoulder.
  Maximillian Gray lifted his head, his blue eyes narrowing. He was under the alcove of the Ritz, waiting impatiently for his cab. He sighed at the faint sound tickling his sensitive ear drums. It really was none of his business, none of his concern. He should stay right here, let the damn humans get on with their barbarity. But something in that scream tugged at his heart.....and Max had really thought he'd finally killed off that part of himself. Guess it was just too stupid to die off properly.
  Folding the newspaper under his arm and wincing once for the damage he was about to inflict upon his poor suit, the vampire stepped out into the downpour. Instantly soaked, he growled once before running down the street so fast he blurred into the rain.

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