Hello and thank you for stopping by to read some excerpts from my Paranormal Romantic Suspense, The Burning Seal. My first excerpt gives you a glimpse of the conflict and chemistry between Chase and Danni, the main characters of the story. It also reveals some of Danni’s questions regarding the strong connection she feels toward Chase.
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
He moved toward her. She couldn’t breathe for other reasons now. He placed his hand over her heart; his palm was wide enough he touched the skin exposed by the V of her shirt. Her heart jumped. Her stomach flipped and pulled. She resisted moving closer.
“If you can’t handle the case then you need to back out before Sam pulls you off.”
She stepped away. “Sam doesn’t have any reason to, unless you plan to give him one.” He folded his arms across his chest, stubborn and strong. She forced herself to speak calmer. “I know what I’m doing. I’m fine.”
He snapped, “Stop saying that. You’re not fine. Your heart’s racing. Body shaking. Your face is pale and I keep thinking you’re going to pass out at any moment.”
“It’s not easy to touch someone so evil and not be affected. Look at me, I’m not physically hurt.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. His mouth pressed into a hard line.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m done for the night,” she said.
With a stiff nod, he followed her to collect personal effects from their desks before departing. He was quiet as they walked to the parking lot which suited her fine since she was busy fighting powerful feelings that had nothing to do with the case. Was she the only one who felt the connection? Was it her imagination or did being with Chase feel familiar?
They stopped at her car.
“See you tomorrow.” She got in and shut the door, relieved to escape him, only to tense back up when his knuckles banged the window. She slid the key into the ignition and lowered it.
His forearms rested on the opening. His face inches from hers. “Call if you need anything.”
Her eyes had a will of their own and kept dropping to his lips. She wondered how they would feel. Would the kiss sizzle or fall flat?
“I mean it, Danni. No matter when, no matter what time.”
Was it wicked hope or had his face drawn closer to hers? She parted her lips as much to breathe through her nervousness as to finally satisfy her curiosity.
Closing the distance between them, she seized his face between her hands and kissed him. His lips opened from shock, or desire, she didn’t know. At this point she didn’t care. She took advantage and finally tasted him. Warm cinnamon. His kiss was a mirror of his personality, bold and confident. She recognized the rough feel of his skin under her palms, the pressure, and rhythm of his kiss. Why did she feel so attuned to this man?
The thought and her attraction frightened her. She released him abruptly. The car and everything around her seemed to shift, and then jerk back in place. Wow.
She rolled her lips together. His heat and taste remained on them. “Thanks. I’ll call if I need you.” She tapped the silver button so the window shot up a notch. He jerked back and stayed there until she reversed and fled the lot.
Oh man what was I thinking? Her cheeks flamed from her boldness, yet, it felt good to do something so out of character. She didn’t know where the compulsion to kiss him came from but it felt right to go with it. And to answer her earlier question—oh yeah, there was heat.
This next excerpt focuses on Danni after her safe, comfortable world is destroyed and how she struggles to make sense of what she’s learned and the danger she faces.
Pulling herself onto the sofa she collapsed into the cushions. The cold air from the open door blew past her, while spray from the rain cleansed her face. She really should close it, but the police were coming and if she left it open they wouldn’t need to kick it open.
Control of the situation, of her body, every bit of it vanished with the demon.
She felt as if she’d blown apart and was loosely put back together. The pieces didn’t quite fit. Arms and legs twitched and shuddered. Her limbs refused to obey her mental command to stop. She was coming off the adrenaline rush. She knew that. Had experience with it, yet this time it terrified her.
She scrutinized her arms, searching for burns or a lumpy mass under her skin. A warning the demon imprinted his wickedness inside her when he left.
Apparently, the wound wasn’t visible.
The police arrived, red and blue lights muted, their sirens silent. Guns drawn, they rushed inside searching for an intruder. Paramedics ran to her side. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer questions. They diagnosed it as shock, but she knew it was more than that. Her mind buckled from the destruction of her confidence, security, and long-held beliefs. She didn’t believe in the paranormal.
She was a left-brain thinker. She worked off evidence.
He had red eyes, a touch that burned and superhuman strength. He took her back in time to another battle, and a woman named Sara.
She feared everything now. She feared the demon would return, would continue searching for the Elements; would hunt her until he owned her soul.
Feared she was chosen to destroy him.
She couldn’t grasp what any of this meant but only knew what she felt. The demon’s attack twisted her thinking. Logic handed over the reins to absurdity.
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