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Title: Of Flame and Fate
Author: Cecy Robson
Release
Date: September
26, 2017
Publisher:
Cecy
Robson, LLC
Series: Weird
Girls Flame #2
Genres: Urban Fantasy
Page
Count: 422
Synopsis:
Taran
Wird, who commands the power to wield fire and lightning, is an oddity in the
supernatural world. But neither Taran nor her unique sisters compare to the
bizarre entity known as Destiny. And Taran is assigned to protect her.
Born of two witches, Destiny is revered among the supernatural elite for her
acute ability to predict the future. Her biggest prophecy involves Taran’s
sister, Celia, whom Destiny decreed will bear children strong enough to take on
the evil that’s rising. Yet Destiny is not alone in her predictions, or
individuality.
When Johnny Fate, a rock star among humans and a male version of Destiny is
discovered, his powers and Destiny’s clash, triggering the start of Destiny’s
demise and altering the fate of Celia’s unborn children.
Taran, her werewolf lover Gemini, and their allies must determine if it’s Fate
who will decide what will become of Celia’s children, or if their lives and the
world will perish with Destiny.
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OF FLAME AND
FATE Excerpt
Copyright © 2017 Cecy Robson
I’m shoved into a cold
room where a band of bloodsucking fiends tear off my clothes. Their long nails
graze my skin as their master watches, his cold gray eyes glinting with malice.
“Son of a bitch,” I say,
smacking Edith Anne’s hand away when she cops a feel. “The demon’s in my leg, not
my tit!”
There’s something you
don’t say every day, but then that’s why humans are safe in the world and weird
gals like me are stuck with demons burrowing under their skin.
“Just making sure,”
Edith adds with a wink.
I’m ready to punch her
in the face, except I’m too busy cringing at the thing crawling beneath the
length of my shin, its spindly insectoid appendages stretching the skin as it
curls up and over my knee cap.
“Get it out of me!” I
screech, growing nauseous with each numbing tug it creates beneath the
underlying tissue.
“We’re trying,” Agnes
Concepcion snaps, like I’m somehow inconveniencing her by having an evil being
claw its way through me.
Her tiny plaid skirt
smacks against my hip as she shoves me into a massive glass and tile shower.
Three other vamps, dressed like naughty Catholic schoolgirls (don’t get me
started) follow us in, bottles of champagne tight in their grips.
“What the hell?” I ask,
kicking as if I can somehow shake this thing loose, and certain the booze is to
celebrate my grisly death.
Bottles of champagne
open with a pop, the naughty Catholics pouring the bubbly over my breasts,
back, and ass. This isn’t real. This is something out of a bad porno and
somehow I’m the star.
But as the fluid reaches
my thigh the lump with the creepy legs bounces, pulling at the muscle it’s
crawling over, squirming to the left then right, trying find its way around the
torrent of liquid they’re pelting me with.
“Don’t let it reach her
heart,” Master Vampire Misha Aleksandr orders from the opposite side of the
bathroom.
“What’s it going to do
to my heart?” My head whips back and forth when none of the vamps answer. “It’s
going eat my freaking heart isn’t it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,”
Agnes mutters, adjusting her tiny librarian glasses as she angles the bottle
she’s holding.
“Okay . . .” I begin.
“It needs your heart to
nest and lay its eggs,” she explains.
“What?”
“But yeah, then the
hatchlings will munch on your heart like raw steak,” Edith adds. She reels me
around when additional vamps swoop in with cases of wine, drenching my chest
with more alcohol.
She seems to be having
fun. I’m mostly trying not to hurl and wondering how the hell this happens to
me.
Agnes is more focused.
She drips the wine just above the demon, forcing it back down my leg. “Quiesco,”
she says, her tone as sharp and commanding. “Quiesco.”
My body shudders as the
demon scurries downward. Its movement doesn’t hurt, surprising since I think it
has pinchers, but the yanking motion is unnerving, like getting stitches while
under anesthesia. My head flops forward and my vision starts to swim.
“I don’t feel good,” I
mumble.
Agnes slaps me, the
sting of the strike causing my eyes to whip open. “Don’t fall asleep.” She
slaps me again when my eyelids flutter and close. “Taran, the poison the demon
is spewing is numbing your skin and making you drowsy, if you succumb to it the
alcohol won’t work and the demon will take you.”
Again, her palm whips
across my face. “Stay awake so we can cut this thing out of you.”
I slap her back,
knocking her glasses askew. “I’m awake, damn it.”
She smirks because she
hits harder and maybe because she likes it, too. She returns to my leg when the
vamp behind her hands her another bottle of champagne. “Quiesco,” she
whispers against my leg, her breath hot against my cooling skin.
My head falls forward as
I start to go under. This time, Edith smacks me.
“God damn it,” I hiss,
my right arm quaking and threatening to release my flame.
“I was just taking my
turn,” she replies defensively.
Her gaze locks on my
arm. She eases away as a spark of blue and white escapes from my fingertips,
giving me and my power ample space as the surrounding vamps shower me with
alcohol.
“Master,” Agnes says,
ignoring us as she concentrates on my thigh. “It’s settling. I need the knife.”
“The wolves are bringing
it,” he replies.
“The wolves?” I ask.
Okay. Now I’m wide awake.
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About Cecy Robson
CECY ROBSON is an author of contemporary romance,
young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A double RITA® 2016
finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, and a published author of more than
eighteen titles, you can typically find her on her laptop writing her stories
or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.
