Dweller on the Threshold Excerpt plus giveaway
A couple of weeks ago, I read an incredible first book in a new urban fantasy series. The book was Dweller on the Threshold, penned by Rinda Elliott and released this past Tuesday. So yes, it’s out now and you should all go buy it. (If you don’t believe that I absolutely loved it, you can read my review here.)
Rinda is sharing an exclusive excerpt with you guys today. And yes, she is also giving away a copy of this awesome book but we’ll get to that after the excerpt.
It’s a good one! One that brought a smile to my face when I read it in the book. Enjoy!
“The little house was quiet as I let them in. If Elsa had been home, music would have been playing or the television would be set on some noisy, shoot-em-up movie channel. Elsa liked the noise—said it made her feel less lonely.
Damn, I hated leaving her in that hospital.
Elsa hadn’t dealt well with being alone since her parents were killed in an automobile accident the year before. She’d never forgiven them for sending me back to the children’s home, but she’d always loved them.
Blythe scurried past me toward the kitchen. I heard a light crash, followed by the rattle of her dumping that bag out on the table again. The kitchen would be best for first aid anyway. Nikolos was too freaking big to maneuver around in Elsa’s bathroom.
Watching him walk into the house, I couldn’t help but wonder if the wound in his back hurt as much as the ones on my arm and leg. He didn’t say, didn’t show it with expression—he was as cool as a politician at a news conference. He didn’t look like any politician I’d ever seen, which—come to think of it—was too bad. He’d have had the feminine vote down. Not that I was saying women were flighty enough to vote on looks—just that his kind of looks would have attracted them long enough to find out what he was about.
Man, I was tired. When I thought-rambled about stupid crap, I’d reached critical exhaustion.
He moved past me to the Victorian table under the mirror, running his hand over it as a slight smile pulled up one corner of his mouth. “It looks beautiful here.”
It was then something clicked in my head. “Nikolos. Labyrinth Antiques. That’s where I’d heard your name before.” Elsa had gushed over the man repeatedly for a couple of months. When I’d asked her why she didn’t just ask him out, she’d said he wasn’t interested in her that way. That he never once looked at her as a possibility—that he could be gay.
His black gaze glittered at me from behind fallen strands of equally dark, silky-looking hair. He stared with an intensity that said he was pretty damned straight. At least where I was concerned. Tilting my head, I stared back. I wasn’t used to this reaction in a man. It tied my stomach in knots. Made me feel young and flushed.
Shaking my head, I pointed toward Elsa’s room. “The first aid supplies are in the bathroom. I’ll get them. Do you want to take a quick look at that mirror?” Without waiting for an answer, I started down the hall.
As before, the sight of the obvious struggle in Elsa’s bedroom ripped into my throat. I couldn’t tell if the sour demon blood odor was still there because we now reeked with it. Grimacing, I felt more than heard the pieces of glass grinding against each other in the carpet as I walked to the mirror. My ears were already full with the roaring of my own racing blood.
The pattern on the mirror had a round center. The circle was open at the bottom and filled with perpendicular lines that swirled around each other. I didn’t have to measure the points to know that every single aspect of the shape was mathematically sound. It reminded me of something, and as I watched Nikolos run his finger over the edges, it hit me.
“It looks a bit like a maze, doesn’t it?”
He nodded slowly, opened his mouth as if to speak, then shut it. In the next instant, his features smoothed out, his expression going closed. But one hand curled into a fist.
“Nikolos, I have a feeling the two of us are going to be working very closely together. That isn’t going to work unless you talk to me.” I gestured at the floor. “This broken glass is splattered outward in a pattern that suggests something came through that mirror. Do you know what that symbol is or not?”
He nodded and for the first time, I saw him grimace. He was hurting. From his expression, something other than poison ate at him. “It’s a soul symbol. The image of a person’s higher consciousness. It represents what makes each person special.” He frowned and picked up the onion. “Some believe that viewing your soul’s symbol sets you on a higher path of spiritual growth.”
I looked at the symbol then down at the scattered broken glass. “Uh…I’m not usually this slow…but are you saying that thing is a reflection of my sister’s soul? That it sprang through that mirror? Her soul? What, it came out of there after her or it flew out of her through there? Is that why she has that puncture wound on the back of her neck?”
“I don’t know.”
This time, my hands closed into fists. “What the hell do you know then?” I was tired of waiting for all the answers. Guess it came out in my voice.
He turned, anger shadowing his face. I think he expected me to take a step back when he came toward me, but I stood my ground. He stopped about a foot away and leaned in close. “Elsa was playing in something she had no business playing in. She wasn’t a being of magic. This onion is from a spell.”
His nearness screwed me all the hell up—it felt like every hair on my body stood at attention. My awareness of him as a male was so strong I could taste his very scent on the breath he blew between us.
Something low in my gut responded. A slow punch—hard, deep and raw.”
“thought-rambled about stupid crap” *snort* I totally do that too!
Okay, now that you have read that great excerpt, I bet you want to know how you win a copy of this book. Here are the details: To enter to win a copy of Dweller on the Threshold from Rinda, just leave a comment below by Monday April 1st 2013 11:59pm EST and you’re in! Giveaway open internationally.
I know that after you read the first book, you’ll be anxious to read the second installment, Blood of an Ancient. But alas, you will have to wait a little while since it’s not due to release until October 2013. But I do have a cover to share with you! Check it out.
Ooo it fits into the spooky sub-tone of the series perfectly. And the “what the hell is Beri?” plays a part too. Very cool.
Good luck to everyone who enters the giveaway and a big THANK YOU to Rinda for sharing the snippet with us today 🙂
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