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The Necromancer’s Seduction
The Necromancer Series, Book One
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: ImaJinn Books
Cover Artist: Patricia Lazarus
She has never feared the walking dead. It’s the power required to reanimate the dead that startles her, seduces her. The power that dwells inside her…and is growing.
For Professor Ruby Montagne, being a necromancer has brought her nothing but heartache, and she walked away from that part of her life long ago. However, her quiet existence in San Francisco is shattered when she stumbles upon the body of a slain witch, and the supernatural community insists she transform him into a revenant to track the killer. But his murder was just the beginning, and Ruby soon realizes that the stakes are higher than anyone can imagine—and that revenants have nasty minds of their own.
Now demonic creatures have escaped into the human world, and zombies once again walk the streets. For humanity’s sake, Ruby forms an unlikely alliance with a witch, a zombie, and Ewan March, a demon warrior who sets her senses on fire.
She’s always distrusted demons and Ewan is no exception, but circumstances push them closer together, and Ruby not only finds it harder to resist him, she isn’t sure she even wants to. But she suspects his job of patrolling the portal separating humans and demons conceals a dark and deadly past that may consume them both.
With events spiraling out of control, Ruby unravels a plot that not only threatens the human and demon realms, but puts Ruby’s very soul in jeopardy. Because when the dead walk, no one is safe. Especially Ruby.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/sCnfq9Se7bU
The last student dropped his blue book on my desk. Relieved, I shoved the article and books in my backpack. I needed to grab some papers before going home to get some much needed sleep, hopefully. As I exited my office, the heavy door slipped from my fingers and slammed shut, sending a resounding echo down the hall.
I’ve never liked empty buildings at night, too much empty space, too much silence.
The hallway was darker than usual. Looking up, I noticed some burned out lights. I walked faster, chased by the echo of my own footsteps in the hallway. As if playing on my fear, I swore another set of footsteps joined mine.
A scraping. A soft rubbing noise.
Dread crawled up my spine, grasping each vertebra with its talons. I rushed towards the elevator, still a good thirty feet away, driven by the unsettling sensation that something was bearing down on my back.
My breath strangled my throat at the now very real footsteps keeping pace with mine. I glanced over my shoulder into the fluttering shadows. A figure approached. Shit. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a janitor.
He snarled. Nope, definitely not a janitor.
I sprinted for the stairs, not wanting to waste precious seconds waiting for the elevator. I swung open the door to the stairs and braved a quick look at my pursuer, now close enough for me to see the sick pallor of death on his face, that mix of puke-green, yellow and gray that not even the best makeup artist can camouflage. Or imitate.
But slow and laborious not. Real zombies moved fast, spurred on by some undead hysteria, and this bastard was faster.
I jumped down the stairs, taking three or four steps at a time. The zombie took five. My heel caught on one of the steps, and I landed on my knee with a loud crunch. I scrabbled on the floor, gritting my teeth against the ice pick spearing my knee down through the marrow of my leg. I stumbled and used my hands to propel me up and forward.
The zombie was so close I could smell its foul odor, more retching than one hundred rats decomposing in a dark basement. Too close. His hand clamped onto my arm, feeling like a cold noodle. Yuk.
Using the handrail as leverage, I spun, throwing the zombie off balance but inadvertently jerking him closer to me, close enough to see his oozing red-rimmed eyes. He hadn’t been dead long. His flesh was intact. He grinned at me, revealing black teeth, then squeezed one of my fingers down to the bone. I winced.
He garbled, the sound made when gargling water in the throat, then emitted a starved rasp, the hunger of the undead. Never satisfied. Always voracious.
Adrenaline spiked my limbs. I spotted a fire extinguisher on the wall and reached out with my whole body, using my fear as a medieval stretching rack until my joints popped. My fingers tickled the fire extinguisher until I managed to wrap my hand around the metal spout on the top and wacked the zombie across its head, causing it to tumble back down the stairs. I dropped the extinguisher in disgust, noting the bits of bloody flesh stuck to the bottom. I ran out the door and down the hall to the stairs on the opposite side of the building, the zombie’s furious clomps behind me.
About the Author:
Noemi Ghirghi writes as Mimi Sebastian and raised herself on books and the strange and unusual with an unhealthy dose of comics and Scooby Doo. Loving angst-filled romance thrown in the mix, she decided to blend all those elements in a steamy mix in her first Urban Fantasy series, the Necromancer Books. The first book, The Necromancer’s Seduction, debuts July 15, 2013, with ImaJinn Books.
Noemi spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps and loves to introduce tid-bits from her experiences in her writing. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida, Noemi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her Amazon parrot.