Hi! I know it has been FOREVER since I posted an update here. I also know it's been FOREVER since I published a Premonition series book. It's been almost 2 years. That's a long time. I know. I'm sorry. Feel free to let me know in the comments your feelings on this. I get at least one person taking me to task for it every day on one or more of my social media sites. It's daunting, but it's doubtless that I deserve it. I have been writing, but it's not always this series that gets my attention.
The Premonition series is my first love. Iniquity is so much fun to write. I will finish it, and when I do, it will be the best book I've ever written. You will not see some things coming. I will blindside you at every turn. You will freak out time and time again. You will fall in love all over again. I promise you that. I promise you the kind of story that you've come to expect from this series. One fraught with intense love, heart-pounding excitement, nail-biting fear, up-all-night action, and severe badassery.
I just can't give you a release date, yet. But I can give you a taste. Here's an excerpt from Brennus' POV. I have a new crush on Finn right now. This has not been edited. It is RAW. It is also subject to change.
Me eyes open ta a high ceiling above; exposed stone beams hold up a barrel-vaulted ceiling, shedding its discolored, crumbling plaster. Light from several half-boarded-over windows dispels da shadows from da room. I bring me hand ta da bridge of me nose, pinching it in an attempt ta ease da ache dere. I feel as if I’ve slept in da arms of an aingeal, only ta awake in Hell. Me head spins around as me blood jumps tru me. I’m na accustomed ta dat—me blood flowing freely in me veins—liquid and on fire. Me heart does na pump it; it still lies dormant in me chest. Nevertheless, blood is circulating tru out me body now, making me stronger dan ever before. ’Tis just one of da ways I’m different since Genevieve changed me.
Rising upon me elbow, it sinks inta da soft mattress. One corner of da clean, linen sheet comes untucked. I ignore it. I wait until da pressure in me head eases, and den I drop me hand ta see Finn eyeing me from his poppy-colored, winged chair in a corner of da spacious bedroom. Finn had located dis defunct seminary in a falling-down part of Detroit—Genevieve’s city.
“Any problems?” I ask Finn, wondering why he’s here in me bedroom.
“Plenty, but none pressing,” he replies, shooting out da white cuffs of his dress shirt from beneath his black suit jacket before smoothing his dark sleeve.
“How far are we wi’ da move?”
He smiles. “Farther dan expected—’tis a sound location—easier ta keep hidden dan our place in Ireland.” I nod. Da six-story Norman Gothic Revival building Finn found for us is spacious, constructed of brown ledge stone. Me room is on the top floor of a corner turret that's capped wi' a pointed, copper roof. Finn chose the location because it has several attached building in da same style. They encompass a few city blocks. At da same time, the structures affords us a great deal of privacy in dis abandoned neighborhood.
“Any complaints?” I ask.
“Truth be told, dere were a few,” Finn says with a barely suppressed grin.
“Eh?” I respond with a raise of me eyebrow.
Finn’s eyes twinkle. “Some o’ da neighbors took offense at da paleness of me flesh.”
Both of me eyebrows rise now. “Whah did ye say ta dat?” I smirk despite me aching head.
Wi’ a cheeky grin, he replies, “I told dem ’tis difficult ta get a tan when one’s undead.”
“How did dey take it?”
“Och, Brady ate dem before dey could respond. He was leppin’ wi’ da hunger.”
I shake me head slowly. “Anyting else?”
“I put Comgan in charge of da renovations. Da roof is sound, jus missing a wee bit o’ da slate. In all, ’twas a grand structure at one time: now ’tis a skeleton whose flesh has been ravished by poverty. Dermot has layered spells over da location. I had Erskine aid him. No craitur should be able ta detect our presence here. Since we bought da property straight out, na even da humans will bother us.”
I rub me eyes and nod. “Dat’s good, Finn.”
Finn studies me before he asks, “Do ye need anyting, Brenn? Is dere someting I can do for ye?”
“How long have I been gone?” I ask.
“Asleep? Na long,” he responds. “A few hours.” He leans back in his seat. His calm, regal eyes are missing nuting.
“Ye’ve been here da whole time?” I ask, raising me eyebrow.
“I have,” he nods as if he hasn’t had anyting better ta do. His black hair falls forward onto his brow.
“I can take care of meself, Finn,” I mutter, trying ta clear me head.
“Even so.” Finn shrugs, na at all put off.
“Ye plannin’ ta guard me forever, brudder?” I ask.
“If need be.”
“Ye worried one of da fellas will try ta kill me in me sleep?”
“Ye do smell delicious—very much like Genevieve at da moment—ye may want ta go and wash off her scent before someone determines ta make ye his queen. And ta yer point, ye resemble such a peaceful craitur when ye’re nappin’. ’Tis a wonder I do na end ye meself,” he says with a grin. His green eyes, so reminiscent of our family’s, glow wi’ humor. Dere’s na a bit o’ malice in his voice, jus mirth. In truth, he’d protect me at his own peril, and I’d protect him at moin.
“So ye plan ta be around whenever I close me eyes?”
“Ye sleep too deeply. Ye’re like a wan,” he says critically.
“Ye try sleepin’ lightly after all of dese centuries wi’out—’tis no easy task.”
“Ye’re too auld, Brenn” he teases me.
“I might be at dat.”
“Will ye speak of Genevieve or no? I’ve a care ta know how our queen fairs.”
“Is she now?”
“Da divine aingeals have her in a wintery, mountain enclave—’tis very Palladian—ye’d approve.”
“So Emil hasn’t taken her?”
“Na for da moment.”
“Shall we go and collect her den?” Finn asks, but he seems in no hurry ta move from where he is.
“Dere’s more ta it. Atwater is dere wi’ her,” I say. Finn’s demeanor changes as if I had told him dat a fella had touched his Molly. Quick as a click, he’s on his feet by me side wi’ a killer-shine is his eyes.
“Ye’re sure ’twas him?”
“I did na see him wi’ me own eyes. Genevieve told me he sought her out.”
Finn’s knuckles stand out on his fists, ready ta be bloodied. “Whah does da bugger want wi’ Genevieve? Does he have a plan for her as well?”
“He’s an aingeal. Dey all have plans, one way or da other,” I say.
“Except dat Atwater’s plans never come ta fruition.”
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