Melynda Price

Sweet Saturday Sample

This week my Sweet Saturday Sample comes from Bonded in Exile. This book is adult and this sample is PG13 for language. 

Last week you met Silas, an Atillian warrior angel who’s been trapped on earth with his legion. This is a continuation of a flashback Silas is having that gives you some background on their history and introduces Gnash, who will be the main character in the second book of this series. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂

 

Walking into Eden was like stepping into another world. The still, balmy air carried an omnious greeting. Not even the crickets offered a welcoming song. Evil had come, disguised as lowly serpent, slithering upon the earth. It seemed as if every living, breathing creature waited in silence for judgment to fall upon the land.

“Silas, why don’t you and Gnash start searching for the serpent and we’ll grab the humans? Keep sharp. This place is so dense that fucker could be hiding anywhere.”

Silas nodded in agreement and unsheathed his dagger. He and Gnash split the opposite direction as Rictor and Nahl. Gnash pushed on ahead. The grass was so tall, they waded through the shit.

“Wish I had a scythe right about now,” Gnash grumbled.

Silas followed behind his Atillian brother, who moved through the dense foliage with a lithe grace. His lean, muscular body tense—on full alert. His dark violet eye, searched for the predator that lay beneath the surface of beauty and perfection. An entire ecosystem contained in four square miles—all creatures, great and small, cohabitating in peace and harmony—all except one.

“Don’t I know it. A heads up on the deets to this little mission would have definitely been a bonus. Hey, you want me to lead out?”

“Nah, what’s the diff? It’s not like I’m blazin a trail here for ya.”

Silas laughed. “I’d say. I’d havta walk sideways to fit behind your skinny ass.”

“Hey, fuck you. Thin is in,” Gnash chuckled, swinging his arm back to toss him the middle finger.

One second. One second was all it took for disaster to strike. It all happened so fast, yet it was like watching a wreck in slow motion—and being helpless to do a damn thing to stop it. From out of the grass the viper struck—hard and swift. Fangs buried into the fleshy web of Gnash’s hand. It took less than a second for the evil venom to be injected, and just as quickly, for the serpent to release and hit the belly of the ground, making its escape. Silas had one more second to decide—save his brother’s life, or kill the shape-shifting motherfucker.

He chose Gnash. Some would say he chose wrong. Some would say it would have been more merciful just to let his brother die right then and there on Eden’s floor. To those Silas would say—Fuck. You.

With one wing assisted leap, Silas was at Gnash’s side. He grabbed his brother’s wrist, trapping his arm between his bicep and ribs and squeezed, cutting off Gnash’s circulation. “Hang on, Gnash! You’re gonna be fine!” Silas extended Gnash’s hand, and with the other, he took the tip of his dagger and sliced an X through his flesh, opening the two puncture wounds.

A snarl tore from his brother’s throat, his weight shifted behind him, and Silas felt Gnash drop to his knees. Without hesitation, Silas covered the wound with his mouth, sinking his own fangs deep into his brother’s flesh with an unrelenting grip as he sucked the venom from Gnash’s hand before it was too late. As the essence of evil hit his tongue, Silas felt his stomach lurch. Bile surged up the back of his throat and he forced down the urge to vomit as hot, waxy death coated his tongue—vile and rancid.

He released and spit, and started again. Silas could hear Gnash’s stomach, heaving behind him, mixed with groans of excruciating agony. He didn’t stop the suck and spit action until the only thing he tasted was his brother’s blood.

Releasing his arm, Gnash fell backward onto the ground, curled into a ball—panting and groaning. A sheen of sweat coated his body—his naturally golden skin, now a sickly pale green.

“Fuuuck! Gnash, open your eyes! Look at me dammit!”

Gnash looked up and Silas had to stifle the curse on his lips. Already, the beautiful dark violet of his brother’s eyes was turning deep burgundy, confirming what he feared, evil had already infected him. “I’m gonna get you home, Brother. I’m not going to let you die!”

Gnash rolled toward Silas, and between strangled groans, he ground out, “Kill. Me. Leave. Meee. Here.”

“No fucking way am I going to kill you, and I sure as hell ain’t leaving you here for that bastard to turn you. We’re goin’ home, and you can just kick my ass for it later.”

Later did come–months later–after unbearable suffering, Gnash did exactly that. In fact, he never forgave Silas for saving his life that night.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/6

Here’s six from the paranormal romance I’m currently writing: Bonded in Exile.  The next six Sundays will run an excerpt between Riley, an Atillian fallen angel, and Emily, a Nephilim he’s been chasing. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂

Riley’s top lip pulled back in a sneer, flashing a glimpse of fang that made Emily’s blood run cold. His scent hit her nostrils—Myrrh—her skin crawled with the memory of his touch. Bile surged up her throat as Riley reached forward and slowly drew the back of his fingers down her cheek.

“We have unfinished business, you and me, or are you going to make your sister pay your debts?”

Oh, God…Sarah! A new wave of panic exploded inside her chest, as dark sapphire eyes danced across her face with a triumphant gleam, drinking in her terror.

Sweet Saturday Sample

This weeks Sweet Saturday comes from the new adult paranormal romance I’m writing called Bonded in Exile. This book is definitely not sweet 😉 So this weeks post is PG-13 due to language. It’s a flashback of Silas, my main character, who’s an Atillian warrior angel, trapped on earth with his legion. Hope you enjoy it! 🙂

     Paradise lost—that’s what this was, and a damn crying shame if you asked him. Weak-minded fools, gullible imbeciles—what part of “Don’t eat the fruit” was missed in translation here? They had it all, they really did—but all wasn’t good enough for them, was it? Unappreciative, inconsiderate—
     “So, tell me again, what exactly are we doing here?” Archer asked, casting a glance over at Rictor, the leader of the Brethren.
     With graceful hefts of their giant black wings, four warrior angels glided gracefully to the earth. Atillian—handpicked and chosen specifically for a time such as this. Rictor, Archer, Gnash and Silas. It wasn’t their first mission together, and it certainly wouldn’t be their last.
     The moment Silas’s feet touched the dry desert soil, he fought back the involuntary shudder which rose up his spine. The heavy air was saturated with grief. Balmy regret blanketed the garden. As he drew the tainted oxygen into his lungs, he resisted the cough triggered by his body’s effort to expel the toxic air. He was so ready to get this over with, and get the hell out of here.
     “I told you,” Rictor snapped impatiently. “They have to go.”
     Silas rolled his eyes impatiently and cleared his throat, trying to rid the sand from his lungs. “So we get to come down here, all fire and brimstone like, and evacuate Eden. Have I thanked you yet for volunteering me for this shit—fuck you very much.”
     “Hey, He wanted four of the best, so quit busting my balls about it. We’ll get in, find the human’s, adios their asses, ax the serpent, and be done with it.”
     “If you think it’s going to be that simple and he’s just going to let them go, you’re deluding yourself.”
     “I don’t care if he lets them go or not. He can have ‘em—just not here,” Rictor snapped.
     Silas reached up to his chest, his hand brushing against the hilt of his daggers, encased in the leather harness that crossed his chest. Stone embossed handles, glinted in the sunlight.
     Rictor stepped ahead of the Brethren to lead the way into the garden. He too subconsciously reaching up for his own weapons check. One by one, each of them followed suit, arming up for an evac that entailed locating two skittish humans and one deceptive serpent. No big deal—except this serpent, really wasn’t a serpent at all, but a shape-shifting archangel who took the big plunge from grace, and had a chip on his shoulder, and a score to settle with more than one of them. Shit—he fucking hated snakes…