Here is an excerpt for Book One, Ra's Chosen-Soul Hunger. You can find it HERE.
Blythe knew she was running into a trap. There was no exit at the end of the alleyway, but that didn’t stop her from trying to run. Her fight or flight instinct had kicked in and flight ended up being the big winner. Doing her best to run in heels, she took off down the alley and prayed that someone would happen to be there who could help her.
She skidded to a halt before she reached the back of the alley. Another man stood there, and from the evil grin on his face, he had to be with the other two who had now moved in behind her. Blythe wanted to scream for help, but she had never been a screamer and there really wouldn’t be much point. It would be a waste of breath. No one would hear her. That didn’t mean she would go down without a fight, though. As the men inched closer, hemming her in, she pulled the strap of her purse off her shoulder and put her head through it so it hung across her chest. She then slipped off both her shoes. Not as spiked as stilettos, they still had a big enough heel to do some damage if she could manage to hit one of the three men with it.
A cold sweat ran between her breasts. Blythe slowly turned in a circle waiting to see which one of them would strike first. As they moved in closer, she could see their eyes. Something didn’t seem right about them. To her, it looked as if nothing was behind them, that their souls were gone. Even though the men grinned with sick anticipation, their eyes remained emotionless and flat.
One of the men opened his mouth and gave Blythe a good look at the sharp fangs he had. She stumbled. This caused the three to edge even closer. When she looked at the other two, she saw they also sported fangs. Apparently she had been singled out by a group of wannabe vampires, because there could be no way those fangs were real.
To try and keep them back, Blythe brandished her shoe menacingly at them. “Get back.”
Just as one of the men made a grab for her, the roar of a motorcycle filled the alleyway. Distracted by the sound, Blythe looked away for a split second, which her attacker used to his advantage. He wrapped his hand around her upper arm and pulled her against him. She struggled to free herself, but it didn’t do any good. His other hand snaked out and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked her head painfully to the side while his fake fangs started to descend to her exposed neck. Blythe whimpered in fear.
The thundering roar of the motorcycle grew deafening as it shot past Blythe and her attacker. After that everything happened fast. One minute her attacker had been about to sink his teeth into her neck, and the next, he gave her a rough shove to push her away. Blythe could only stare in horror when her attacker’s body jerked and seemed to start to decompose before her eyes. The stench coming off him almost made her retch, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, her attacker disintegrated, leaving only an empty pile of clothes on the ground.
Looking up, she searched the alleyway for the other two. Now that their companion in wannabe vampirism had gone poof, they had focused their attention behind them. Blythe gasped. At the back of the alley, sitting on a flashy blue and white motorcycle, she saw a very large man. He turned the motorcycle’s engine off and with one fluid movement got off the bike. The two men hissed and bared their fangs as he pulled off his helmet.
Blythe’s jaw dropped. Now that he stood, she could see he had to be over six and a half feet tall, his large body all muscle. She could easily see the large muscles in his thighs bunching under his jeans as he walked toward her remaining attackers. Blythe’s eyes widened when she realized he held a sword in his hand.
Like a warrior of old, he swung the sword in front of him with natural skill. As the weapon arced in the air, the two wannabe vampires hissed and then went on the attack. The motorcycle guy stood his ground and waited for the others to come to him. The fight didn’t last long. As soon as they got within reach of his sword, he swung it toward the attackers. The first one took a sword cut across his chest, while his buddy took one across the throat.
Like she’d hit rewind on a scary video, the two quickly decomposed like the first, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground to attest that they had been real. Ready to gag, Blythe looked up to meet the gaze of her rescuer. At least she hoped he was her rescuer. He still held the sword in his hand as he advanced on her with slow steps. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs as she started to back away. He must have noticed her staring at his sword with no small amount of fear, because he slowly reached behind his head and sheathed it in something concealed under his jacket. He then held up his hands while he continued to walk toward her, smiling. Seeing he also had fangs, Blythe did what any sane woman did when her brain decides she’s had more than one too many shocks in one evening. She fell to the ground in a dead faint.