A Kendra Spark Novel
Book Two
S. Peters-Davis
Genre: Supernatural, Suspense-thriller, Romance
Publisher: BWL Publisher
Date of Publication: August 10, 2018
ASIN: B07G36D3JC
Number of pages: E-book length: 150
Number of pages: Print length: 195
Word Count: 57,500
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee
Tagline: Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue. Will Kendra be able to save them?
Book Description:
Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
Excerpt
2: 637 word/count – Kendra Spark’s point
of view
I awakened as
the plane touched down in D.C. Guess I could fall asleep beside Derek after
all.
His fingers
intertwined mine and squeezed. “We’re here.” His gaze searched mine. “We should
stop at the morgue if you feel up to it.”
I nodded, and
then realized I hadn’t made any hotel reservations. “Oh, shoot. I need to call
the hotel. I totally forgot to make a reservation.” As the plane rolled along
the runway I pulled my hand from Derek’s to shuffle through my purse, looking
for my cell phone.
“Don’t you think
about calling a hotel, I’ve got the best suite around.” His dimpled smile
struck my heart like an arrow. He tilted his head and raised a brow as though
he waited for my response.
Was I supposed
to guess what he meant? “Not sure what you’re talking about. Where did you make
reservations?” My heart thrummed a snappy beat at the thought he’d taken
initiative in reserving a place for me to stay.
He grabbed my
hand and lifted it to his lips, gently kissing my palm. “The cottage behind my
home is open to you. I had someone come in over the weekend to clean and stock
it with a few groceries. I’d actually offer you a room in my home, but I
figured you’d turn me down flat.” He kissed my inner wrist and my mouth dropped
open in response.
Fireworks shot
through all parts of my body from his gentle passion. Then I thought of the
cottage, a writer’s dream retreat. I’d adored the building the moment I first
saw it nestled in the woods. Part of me liked the idea of being so close to
Derek, but the other part of me wondered about the speed of my growing
attraction to him. Would I be able to keep from compromising our professional
relationship? The kiss at my place had sent me into a dizzying tailspin of
wanton feelings and emotions. Derek came across as honorable and caring, but I
barely knew him. Other than our short conversation on the way to the airport
and what Jenna kept telling me…that he was head over heels for me. Right. For
all I knew he could be a womanizer, and all his boyish charms were part of his
allure to snag a quick tryst.
What did Jenna
actually know about him, only what she saw at the office? She’d never worked
one-on-one with him in the past. Plus, he had three brothers, and if they
looked anything like he did I could only imagine the kind of competitions they
all had when it came to women.
The tip of his
tongue slid across the skin of my wrist, his smoldering gaze promised more.
His overall
assertiveness gave me the impression our so-called professional relationship
might have surpassed into a deeper personal level or was he reeling me in for a
good night’s romp? Unsure, I closed my mouth and licked my lips. A little pant
escaped. The plane stopped moving. The eight agents seated around us stood to
depart. Some of them stared at me, and my face blazed with a flash of heat, but
I didn’t pull my hand away from Derek.
He was bent over
as if retrieving something from below his seat. His hand clung to mine. He
flattened his tongue against my wrist and slid it to the middle of my palm.
Bolts of electric charges raced up my arm and shot straight down my center.
What the heck is this man doing to me? This was a totally new-to-me side of
Derek, perhaps his dark side.
The other agents
had collected their overhead stuff and departed off the plane. All I wanted to
do was flip my seat back and pant like a love-struck teenager. Good grief.
About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.
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2 comments:
The strong suspense aspect to this series interests me. I've been reading a lot of pretty "fluffy" paranormals lately.
Roxanne - I always enjoy visiting your place. Thank you for putting up with me and also for shooting a spotlight on Malevolent:) You ROCK!!!
Big Hugs, Susan
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