Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Dancing with the Devil

 Here's an excerpt from the new book. I'm trying out the new title as well. Enjoy!

Nick circled the block in the borrowed car then parked the next street over. The scent of fire wafted through the air; he was back in California and it seemed something was always burning. It had been a long time since he felt this kind of fear and excitement. He watched and listened, all of his senses heightened by the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He had to stay calm and focused; his son’s life depended on it. Whatever demand Angel made he would do it. All that mattered was seeing his son back safely in Kathy’s arms. He knocked on the door He took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves before he knocked on the door. 

 “Come in,” a muffled voice yelled from behind the door.
His breath left him when he saw her in front of the window. Her skin glowed and light danced on her hair. Bathed in the soft glow of sunset she looked like an angel, and in that instant she was his Angel, then and forever.

His anger turned inward and all he wanted to do was touch her, to feel the flesh, to hear her sighs. He realized he was hers and a piece of him always would be. He had never stopped craving her, any more than he would a line of coke or a shot of Jack Daniels. Each woman he loved carried a piece of him with her; only death could break that bond. Angel was a painful part of his past and had no place in his future. He wondered if you ever stopped loving someone you once loved.

Angel’s breath caught in her throat. At long last the man she loved stood before her, but the look of hatred in his eyes was for her. She scanned the room quickly for a way out, or a weapon if she needed it. Deep down she knew she’d never be able to hurt him anymore than she already had. What could be more painful than killing his wife and stealing his child? Yet somehow her fate was worse, never having held or seen her child before it was taken away. How long did she have to wait to feel her daughter in her arms? She inched her way towards the hallway. This was all a horrible mistake. His dark angry eyes never left her for a moment. She’d forgotten how lethal he was, like a cat - quick, silent, deadly. His silence was what terrified her most.

“She’s not dead.” In a heartbeat Nick closed the distance between them. “You bitch, I can’t believe you did this to me!” he screamed.
Angel backed into the wall; the broken pictures sent shards of glass falling around her feet. To see her again was like opening an old wound; the pain leaked from him like the blood of his victims; it covered him, engulfed him until he thought he’d drown in its depths. His sins had been cast upon his son.

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