Something Wicked This
Way Comes
Jenika Snow
A Wicked Tale
ARe Books
Genre: M/F, Werewolves,
Vampires, PNR
About the Book
Being
wicked never felt so good.
Born
from hate and violence, Lathan knows all too well what darkness feels
like. He’s centuries old, and an abomination to the supernatural
world. With a vampire father who forcibly took Lathan’s werewolf
mother as his own, Lathan’s hybrid genetics make him feared by all.
Abbi
has no one, nothing of importance in her life, but that doesn’t
stop her from living. When Lathan feeds on her and tries to use
compulsion to make her forget, she realizes he isn’t just a
vampire, but something altogether different. He’s also her mate.
Can
Abbi accept Lathan for who and what he is? Can she allow herself to
be mated to a man who is half vampire and half werewolf, one feared
amongst human and immortal alike? She knows he won’t stop until he
has her.
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at ARe
Excerpt:
Lathan
was born of this world in blood, hatred…violence. He took his first
breath with his mother’s arms around him, her tears of sadness,
hurt, disgust, filling him. It was the only world, the only emotions
he’d ever known. And it was that memory, even as he lay there
vulnerable—unable to speak, barely able to breathe—that he
watched his mother pass. It was a curse being able to remember every
single memory of his life, a “gift” because of his hybrid breed,
his dual species genetics.
He
stood in the shadows, his hunger insatiable. He watched the humans,
knew their blood—the sustenance that gave him life, gave him
strength and power—was also the same viscous fluid that disgusted
him.
He
was half vampire, half werewolf, a demon among his kind, an
abomination because of the two bloodlines running through his veins
and of how he came into this world. His werewolf mother was kidnapped
and raped by his vampire father, a male that claimed she was his
mate. But Lathan’s father hadn’t cared about anyone but himself.
He’d defiled the one woman that was claimed to be his mate, took
her from Lathan because he was a selfish bastard.
It
was because of his father he didn’t have a memory that wasn’t
tainted with violence and degradation. It was because of his father,
Karloff, that Lathan couldn’t show his face in the paranormal
community without fear and disgust following him, because everyone
knew who he was. The stench of his father’s blood ran through his
veins, tainting him, marking him as evil. Karloff’s reputation was
by far the most sinister of their kind, was tainted with the horror
of the life he himself led, and of the lives he took.
Maybe
Lathan should have had more empathy for the man that sired him, the
man that forced his seed upon Lathan’s unwilling mother. But the
truth was after three hundred years of living in this world alone,
Lathan had no empathy for anyone or anything. He had no emotions, no
expectations, or even hope that he’d find a mate, if one even
existed.
But
he’d killed his father a century ago—ripped open his throat,
bathed in his blood—sand knew that killing the man that had raped
Lathan’s mother, took from her everything she knew and loved, was a
small act of vengeance on his part. It wouldn’t solve anything,
wouldn’t make anyone see him as anything more than a monster, but
it made Lathan feel a little less dark inside.
He
moved back into the shadows even further when a young, beautiful, and
unsuspecting woman started walking toward him. She was human, with
long reddish brown hair, and eyes the color of the greenest emerald.
She was slender, couldn’t be more than in her twenties, and the
animal in him—the wolf, the demon he was—rose up. He wanted to
taste her, wanted her blood to coat his tongue and move along the
back of his throat. He’d never been this thirsty before.
But
it could be because he’d held off feeding for the last couple
weeks, hating to taste the metallic flavor of the substance that gave
him life. Lathan wanted her blood, wanted it covering his mouth and
dripping down his chin.
His
vampire side felt the call of the blood, felt the power move through
him, strengthening his muscles, making his body coil tight, ready to
snatch her body to his, tilt her neck to the side, and expose the
creamy expanse of her throat.
And
then she was right here, the wind picking up and blowing her hair
around her shoulders, having her scent slam into him. His dick got
hard, his claws emerged, and his fangs punched forward. He hadn’t
been this excited, hadn’t been this aroused in his entire
existence.
~
About the Author:
Jenika
Snow is a USA Today bestselling author, a mother, wife, and nurse.
She lives in northeast with her husband and their two daughters.
Jenika
started writing at a very young age. Her first story consisted of a
young girl who traveled to an exotic island and found a magical doll.
That story as long since disappeared, but others have taken its
place.
She
loves to hear from readers, and encourages them to contact her and
give their feedback.
For
more information on other books by Jenika, visit her website:
www.jenikasnow.com
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