Yay! All of my currently self published books can now be found on KindleUnlimited. How will it work out for me? I don't know. I'm not one to check numbers, reviews and the like. I write because I LOVE it. My favorite genre is paranormal and that goes for reading also. Enjoy any vampire inspired book, and shifters are awesome in any form - dogs, wolves, hawks, horses, bears, and the list goes on.
If you want to look me up on Amazon, here's the link: https://www.amazon.com/J.-Hali-Steele/e/B0131HD0SW/ You'll also find my Changeling Press books there.
Ooh! I signed a contract for book 5 in the Dirty Rotten Vampire series and there is a hellhound shifter. I can't wait for it to come out. And if you're wondering Vald Gerlach is back and up to his tricks with Satan. Here's an unedited snippet:
Make Me Right
She
could beg him to show mercy, but could she make him right?
Blurb:
Denton
Blackstone is a monster, one the world will surely fear. Not even Jordan Scott knows
his darkest secret. After she stumbles upon him injured on a hiking trail and
takes him home, he turns into her most ferocious protector. Becoming her lover,
Denton continues to hide behind the cover of being human though he knows
something inside him is rapidly changing and it begins to take its toll.
Jordan
Scott isn’t afraid of the largest black hound she’d ever seen; in fact, she
takes him home. When he begins to escape nightly, she’s afraid he might attack
a human. Little does she know her life is entwined with the beast’s destiny and
his deadly need will change her forever.
Excerpt:
“911. Where’s your emergency?”
“Fleetwood Street. It’s a…a… Jesus, I don’t
know!” The stranger’s phone clattered to the pavement.
“Sir? Hello?”
“Help me!”
Controlling heat in his eyes, eyes Denton
knew would be red, struggling to hold back horns painfully pushing from his
skull, he grasped the man’s neck. “For every drop of blood each animal lost,” lifting
the culprit a foot in the air, he pressed him against the wall, “I will take
the same from your veins.”
The man wheezed, “Don…don’t.”
“I can’t understand you.”
An emergency operator’s voice squawked from
the abandoned phone lying near Denton’s feet. Long, ragged teeth slipped from
his gums and he salivated.
“Oh Jesus!”
“We located you via GPS. Help is on the way.”
Loosening his grip, Denton allowed the piece
of shit to breathe. Spittle splashed his cheeks when the jackass yelled, “I
won’t ever do it again! Please… I…”
The operator’s voice continued, “Is there
someone with you?”
“I know you won’t.” Denton leaned closer. He
wanted to slip into the furry animal he’d always been. Something stopped him,
held him fast in his new human form. He preferred his dog to this cold,
hairless… The other $thing he knew
came straight from Hell. What new horror contaminated him?
“Nooo…”
“Sir? Are you there? Hello? Hello?”
“Stop!”
Jordan!
Denton dropped the man at the sound of one voice that could beg for his mercy,
stop him from releasing a creature who was no longer in his total control. Until
now he’d kept what he was hidden from her.
He called himself a man in this form but he knew he was something else. Especially
when mental telepathy started and horny knots came and went on his head. How
had she snuck up on him when, now, all he smelled was her? He pivoted. “I can’t
hide anymore.” Glancing at the trembling man huddled on the ground overwhelmed
him with an odd thirst. Not so much for blood this time. Denton wanted his soul.
Forget
him, see only her. Brown, shoulder length hair drawn into a severe
ponytail, long legs, thick thighs and wide hips. Pouty lips he loved tasting
were bare of color. Dirty, foul smelling alley was cool, damp, causing nipples
to poke material of her thick cotton tee as her ample breasts rose with each
intake of air. “Jordan.”
“What the…?”
Under the street lamp, he took in rapidly
blinking hazel eyes. “Forgive me.”
“What are
you?”
“Something you should never see,” he
whispered weakly. To no avail, he begged what grew inside him not to do this in
front of her. He pulled the creep back up and snarled, “Satan has a special
place for you.” He sank jagged incisors into the bastard’s neck and prepared to
yank his jugular out before the stranger fainted. Denton wanted him to feel
pain.
“Denton, don’t, please.” She pleaded, “Stop.”
Teeth ached as he struggled to withdraw.
Who, what sought to control his mind now?
Where was the one who made him and why hadn’t he surfaced again. Which culprit
had secreted information in his psyche on how to survive in his new body? How
to fashion clothing and other items he required, how to wrest another man’s
ideas away from him, even change their philosophies. Who had led him to the
place he now called home and left him with enough money to begin what could
only be a miserable existence? A new thirst demanding to be quenched rode him
relentlessly.
Where
the fuck are you? Denton’s words, screamed inside his head, were silent to
the rest of the city but to him, they were loud, and so very painful.
Meanwhile, if it's blood you're after try The Triumvirate series: White Blood, I Won't Stop, and Twice the Burn. Three hot men and the men and women they love. All on KindleUnlimited at:
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4 comments:
I enjoyed your blog and I loved you excerpt. You could really feel the character struggle.
Ooh, a hell hound shifter! Awesome!
Glad you liked it, Victoria, can't wait for release.
CJ, I liked this guy a lot!
Thanks!
Wow. What an excerpt. Scary. I hope KU works out great for you. Let us know what you learn. Best wishes.
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