Melynda Price

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy New Year! I’m starting it off with a bang continuing the battle between Riley and Silas from Bonded in Exile. Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂

Emily reached out and grabbed the back of a chair, using it pull herself onto her feet. What she saw as she staggered upright, nearly made her heart stop; her hand flew to her mouth, muffling her scream. Riley threw a punch as Silas ducked and lunged forward, driving his shoulder into Riley, sending him crashing into the pile of stacked firewood. Unfazed by the blow, Riley countered with a bone cracking knee to the ribs that knocked Silas off him. He stumbled back a step and with the tenacity of a Pitbull, fangs bared, he lunged for Riley again. His hands circled Riley’s throat in a white-knuckled grip, thumbs wedged under his chin, cranking his head so far back, Emily thought his neck would surely snap.

Six Sentence Sunday

Merry Christmas everyone! I’m continuing my excerpt between Emily and Riley from my novel Bonded in Exile. Glad you’re enjoying it 🙂

The grip on Emily’s throat tighened and everything mercifully faded to black. Suddenly, the front door slammed open, an awareness echoed somewhere in her mind. The thundering pulse in her ears rendered her nearly deaf to the vicious roar filling the cabin. Abruptly, the grip on her throat released, and she dropped to her knees, sucking in giant gulps of air; her throat burned with fire as she dropped down on all fours, her palm pressed to the floor for balance. Seconds passed, maybe minutes as she knelt  there, waiting for her head to clear; her vision to return. All around her feral snarls reverberated through the cabin–Silas…

Sweet Saturday Sample

This Saturday’s sample continues with my prologue from Bonded in Exile. Thanks for reading and posting your comments 🙂

The woman’s frantic movements echoed up to him as she scurried around inside the cave-suddenly everything fell eerily silent. She was still in there, he could smell her. The scent of rose hips clung to the air. Delicious…why did they always have to smell so damn good, and look so incredibly beautiful? Those creatures could stir the passions of any angel. The trick was to not let them get too close. One had to be strong enough to resist their charms—their spells of the dark arts. Many had tried, and many had failed.

As the rain intensified, heavy drops beat against the leaves of the trees surrounding him in a cacophony of white noise. Unfortunately, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sobs that suddenly filled the cave. Shit… Don’t do it. Don’t go down there. But her cries were so helpless—pathetic. So much for five minutes of peace and quiet, that certainly wasn’t going to happen sitting up here listening to this racket.

Heaving a deep sigh of frustration, Rictor leapt from the tree and landed softly on the muddy soaked earth. Black feathers floated to the ground beside his feet as he tucked his wings behind his back and stepped into the narrow mouth of the cave. The musty scent of rotting leaves clung to the stale, humid air. But not even the earth could hide the scent of the stunning woman huddled before him. No, not a woman—Nephilim.