Melynda Price

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…

Six Sentence Sunday

This week I’m spicing things up with six from the novel I’m currently writing : Bonded in Exile.  Thanks for reading and leaving your comments 🙂

Emily has just discovered that her abductor is a fallen angel.

“Worried about my eternally-ever-after are you? Gee, that’s sweet,but trust me, my use of profanity is the least of my worries.” He let out a sardonic snort of laughter and growled, “Fuck, what I did to you in that bed last night is gonna have me sayin’ Hail Mary’s for the next month.”

Emily gasped, her cheeks flushed, which was the most becoming color on her. Silas knew he’d just pissed her off good, and hadn’t been the intent all along? He was done discussing his shit with her–bloodbonds were serious business, intentional or otherwise.

Saturday Sample #3

This Saturday I’m leaping ahead to Liam and Emily’s first encounter. She has no idea that she’s coming face to face with her guardian angel, and that her ‘boyfriend’, Max, is really a fallen angel sent to kill her. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and I appreciate all feedback 🙂

“You’re going to be okay, Olivia. Everything’s going to be alright,” she chanted over and over in a failed attempt to convince herself she wasn’t going to die. She shouldn’t be here. What in the hell was Max thinking? Was he trying to get her killed?

She sat at the table, waiting for him to return and tried not to look around. Her hands clamped together in a white-knuckled grip. Her flesh crawled from the stares of guys who eyed her like a dessert buffet.

 “It is, you know—going to be alright.”

Olivia’s heart leapt in her throat, choking off a surprised yelp. She hadn’t heard the stranger approach, and here he stood right beside her—towering over her, actually. She looked up and locked eyes with her uninvited guest. The intensity of his deep violet stare sent her heart ratcheting inside her chest.

She did a quick head-to-toe of the very tall, heavily muscled stranger. His dark brown hair hung loosely in errant waves, stylishly framing his handsome face. His proud nose and strong square jaw were nothing short of perfection. What was this guy doing in a biker bar? He so didn’t belong here among this tattooed, leather clad, group of animals. Anyone of these guys could be the next star on America’s Most Wanted.

“I’m sorry I frightened you,” his husky voice was soft-liquid smooth.

“You didn’t,” she denied. The amused quirk of his lip revealed a glimpse of straight, white teeth. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” He certainly acted like she should. Olivia looked away in an attempt to recover from her awkward moment of staring. Hopefully she didn’t drool—that would be terribly embarrassing.

“My name is Liam,” he offered. “I couldn’t help but notice you looked like a little lamb being sent to the slaughter, sitting here all by yourself. If you don’t mind me saying, this isn’t exactly the safest place for a young lady to be.”

“Well, thank you for your concern—I guess. But I’m not here alone. My boyfriend is up at the bar.”

“Is he trying to get you killed?”

Olivia gasped. She wasn’t sure if it was his frankness, or the fact that he voiced the same exact words she’d thought only a moment ago. Or maybe it was the spark of anger that flashed in those deep violet eyes, making them look a shade closer to amethyst.

“Excuse me?” She didn’t know what else to say. Olivia glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if Max was still at the bar—he wasn’t. Her pulse quickened and a wave of apprehension needled up her spine. If Max came back and found her talking to this guy, all hell was going to break loose. Normally, she would be concerned for the stranger, but at roughly six-four, two-twenty, he didn’t exactly look like he’d have trouble defending himself. “My boyfriend will be back any minute. It would probably be best if you weren’t here talking to me when he did.”

The stranger gave her a full-on smile. Was that amusement she saw in his eyes?

“Now you’re concerned for me?”

“No—yes—I don’t know…I just don’t want any trouble. Thank you for coming over. It was nice meeting you,” she said dismissively, hoping he would take the hint and leave before it was too late. God, she didn’t want Max making a scene here. The stranger paused, and for a moment she wondered if trouble wasn’t exactly what he was looking for.

Finally, he spoke, and she let out the breath that had somehow lodged in her throat. “It was nice meeting you, Olivia. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

The stranger turned and walked away. He took several steps before she realized she hadn’t given him her name. She stood up and opened her mouth to stop him, to demand he come back and explain himself, but Max cut her off.

“Who was that?”

Olivia turned around. Max set two beers on the table, his brows pulled together in a tight scowl. She watched him track the stranger’s movements as he made his way to the door. She expected him to leave but he stopped short of the exit and turned to face her, leaning casually against the wall.

The little hairs on the back of her neck tingled as she watched the wordless showdown between Max and the stranger. A malicious sneer crossed his face a second before Max took a possessive step toward her, and slid his arm around her waist. He pulled her close and his mouth descended on hers in a kiss much too intimate for the public eye.

“Max!” Olivia wedged her hand against his chest and shoved. The skunky after-taste of beer filled her mouth. She hated it when he drank. Instant ass—just add alcohol. What was he trying to prove anyway?

“God, you taste good.” His low throaty growl sent a chill up her spine and she took an apprehensive step back. Olivia was stunned speechless. Well that was a macho-shithead move. Why didn’t he just pee in a circle around her and be done with it already?

The heat of embarrassment flooded her cheeks as she glanced back at the stranger.

One look at him sent a release of adrenaline rushing through her veins. His eyes were locked on Max with a murderous glare. The once dark violet color was now replaced with a bright amethyst sheen, giving him an otherworldly appearance. He was beautiful—breathtaking—terrifying. Common sense told her to fear him, but her heart told her he meant her no harm.

Too bad she couldn’t say the same for Max.