One of my fave books, the award-winning PHANTOM, is on sale today at Amazon (US). I'm not sure how long the special will last (I don't control the price), but I did want to post a snippet of a scene. Dax is one of my all-time favorite heroes, and Robyn, who was betrothed to him from the cradle, is the perfect heroine for him. They've got just one not-so-tiny problem, though. Every night at midnght, Dax starts to feel the change ... the curse that makes him feel less human, as the Phantom inside struggles to take over.
The following scene takes place in an abandoned cottage situated atop the cliffs in the South Downs of Sussex. For Dax, this place is a "patch of his past," and he has come here to hunker down as midnight draws near. Robyn, with lantern in hand, has come in search of him.
Just a smudge of a shadow in the far corner of the room, Dax kept silent. Best to let Robyn believe she’d wasted her time in climbing to this wind-tortured lip of land. Let her turn around and leave. Please, God. Let her go and be safe and--
Too bad for him, for her, that the bloody phantom was roused. The beast in him forced movement.
As he stepped to the edge of the lantern’s light, Dax felt like nothing he’d ever known. This wasn’t the same as in the woods earlier today with Harry when the phantom radiated outward, but more as if the soul-smuggling fiend in him had burrowed right down into his bones and needed no phosphorescent glow to herald its presence. Arctic cold snapped through Dax’s muscles, while hell’s own heat boiled in every organ.
He smelled Robyn’s fear and the wind in her hair. He tasted the heady wildness that sang through her veins and the salt of the sea on her skin. He heard the fast swish, swish, swish of blood through her heart, sensed the iron strength of her will, and while the man in him cherished her above all things, the phantom in him had only one thought: Prey.
He stepped into the light.
Before Robyn could turn, before she could flee, Dax reached for her, his right hand curling around the back of her neck. “No,” he rasped. “You’re not leaving. Not yet.” His fingers pushed through the soft strands of her hair. “You came here for a reason. Tell me why.”
The lantern’s glow cast a hoop of light about her delicate features, her violet eyes dark as midnight. “You,” she said, her answer coming as swift as the footsteps that had led her inside. “Whether you are man, sorcerer, or haunting phantasm … I—I came to find you.”
The fiend in him grinned.