Book Info
Possession (Fevered Souls #1)by S.K. Falls
Publication Date: April 22nd, 2013
After I left for college, I thought I’d never see Eden again. But I found myself headed back four years later, destitute and unable to find a job anywhere else. Still, I was adamant nothing would keep me there for long.
Then I met the intoxicating Dax Allard. Copper-colored eyes, skin that emanated an exceptional heat, and a strange “dog” at his side… I was drunk on him.But Dax’s past was darker than mine, teeming with ancient secrets. Falling for him could cost me my life.I had two choices: walk away or deal with the perilous consequences.It was no choice at all.This is the first episode of a serial novel, and runs around 50 pages or 12,000 words.
Excerpt
Blood rushed to my face at his tone. “What…” I swallowed. There was no way I’d ask this if I wasn’t hopped up on whatever they’d given me, but I wanted to know. “Have I offended you in some way?”
For
a moment, Dax stared at me, confusion coloring every facial feature. When
understanding seeped in, his eyes widened. Seemingly unconsciously, he took a
step closer to me. In spite of the giant fireplace roaring just a few feet
away, I could feel his body heat waft out toward me. He was like a walking
furnace. “You think…you’ve offended
me?” He actually sounded astounded.
I
stared up into his copper gaze, the effects of the drugs somehow melting away.
I was completely hypnotized. There was no way I could’ve lied to him, not even
if my life had depended on it right then. Nothing else existed in that moment
but the two of us—Oscar, the room, even what had just happened to me in the
forest fell away.
In
a quiet voice, I said, “You act like I’m the most abhorrent person you’ve ever
met. You refuse to come near me. And you don’t want me working for you. Why
else would that be?” Ridiculously, I felt a lump in my throat, simply by
speaking of his rejection.
A
muscle tensed in Dax’s jaw, as if he was physically biting back what he wanted
to say. His fists tensed into balls, thick veins standing up on his arms. “Ms.
Beaumont,” he finally said. His quiet voice held a hint of a tremor. “Believe
me when I tell you I am not in the least… offended
by you.” He took a deep breath. “It pains me that you think so.”
“Then…then
what is it?” I asked, still gazing into his eyes.
But
he shook his head.
“Another
secret,” I muttered. “You seem to have so many.”
He
smirked, his gorgeous face transforming into something hard and bitter as he
looked away, toward the windows and the woods outside. “Yes. And none of them
are good. It’d be in your best interests to stay away.”
The
fire crackled. I realized that sometime during our conversation, Oscar had
slipped away. I looked down at my hands, fisted in the blanket. “What if…what
if I don’t want to stay away?”
I
couldn’t believe I was saying the words out loud. I had just met this man. But
somehow I knew that he felt exactly the way I felt. I was beginning to suspect
it was the reason he was so…strange around me. There was something between us
that eschewed the traditional hesitant, “play it cool” attitude normal guys and
girls our age displayed before they got to know each other.
I
expected him to become furious or stalk away. It surprised me when he sighed
deeply instead. “Then we’re in trouble,” he said, his voice barely a rumble.
“Because I don’t want you to stay away either.”
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