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Hellbounce
Category:
Horror
Publisher: Heart Powered Publishing
ISBN-10: B00KNLZO4S
Type: Fiction
Pages: 350
Copyright: May 30, 2014
ISBN-13: 9781311282071
Price: $4.91 (eBook)
Hell is freezing over and demons are looking to earth for escape. Only one woman stands between them, and Earth's annihilation.
Dr Eva Ross, a prison psychologist, works in Worcester, Massachusetts at an aging facility. Her boss, the brilliant and often unorthodox Gideon Homes begins to make decisions that Eva is forced to question. Between the trials at work, and her loveless marriage, Eva is forced out of the life she knows.
She encounters Madden Scott, a drifter with irascible charm and very quickly it becomes apparent all is not what it seems. Her life descends into chaos as everything around her crumbles into a new reality, and the secrets that were barely hidden under the surface all become revealed in a series of chilling incidents.
Join Eva and Madden as they undertake an adventure that takes them through nightmares and across continents as they are thrust without choice into the shadowy world of Anges de la Resurrection des Chevaliers, the last barrier between earth, and what lies beneath.
Excerpt
Eyes of the deepest blue regarded her from beneath a mop of brown locks, dishevelled and pushed back from his tanned face. Eva had no reason to, but she found herself memorizing every detail. His slim body, with wide shoulders, was dressed in suit trousers and a pressed shirt, his collar unbuttoned. He was tall, but sitting down, she was not sure just how tall he was. His smile was calm, confident. Eva stared a moment longer, then became painfully aware that he was doing the same, since she had not yet responded.
“Hoodoo? Don’t you mean Voodoo?”
His smile broadened. Eva watched his lips, sensuous and inviting. “No, there is a difference. Voodoo is the religion. Hoodoo is the magic. It’s like comparing a belief in God to spoon bending, for lack of a better term.”
“You seem to be an expert on the subject.”
He shrugged, his shirt pulling taut as he did so. “I have lived in the West Indies on and off. It’s hard not to immerse yourself in the culture when you are around it every day.” He held her gaze, smiling, as he signalled to the barman. “Whiskey please, and whatever the lady is having.”
The barman left the blonde to the mercy of the hawk-faced man, who stared at Eva, unblinking, even as Eva watched him speak to the blonde. Eva leaned back. She noted her stranger’s eyes drop to her chest as she did so, and it warmed her. The hawk down the bar had not taken his eyes off the newcomer. He was not watching Eva any more, but his rival. The barman frowned, and reluctantly came to serve them. “Another Passion Plunge?”
“Please.”
In moments, the barman had made the drinks, and served the glasses. Eva barely noticed. “So what are you doing here?”
“I am just passing through; staying at a hotel nearby and thought I’d visit the oldest bar in Worcester. What’s your story?”
Eva was tempted to tell the man her entire recent history. “Just an after work drink,” she said, instead.
“A Passion Plunge, eh? Why would such a beautiful woman be drinking such a drink? Oh, where are my manners? You don’t even know who I am. My name is Madden Scott.”
Madden Scott. The name sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.
“Madden Scott.” Eva repeated the name, savoring how the syllables rolled off her tongue. For some reason the bar had just gotten warmer.
“And you, mysterious woman, do you have a name?”
Eva blushed. She didn’t know whether it was the unusual heat of the bar or the whispered, husky tone of his voice.”Eva. My name is Eva.”
“Just Eva?”
“Tonight, it is just Eva; let’s leave it at that.”
“A beautiful name it is. It is taken from a Hebrew word meaning ‘mother of life’.”
The knowledge, the insight this man had, ignited a stirring within her. It was a feeling Eva had never felt with Brian more than once. Without conscious thought, she found herself removing her jacket. Madden stood up from his bar stool, took the coat from her, and turned to place it on the back of her barstool. There was an air of mystery about him that held Eva within its grasp.
As he returned to his seat, Eva glanced around the bar. Couples were sitting closer than she remembered seeing when she had come in. Strangers were touching, unabashed, and intimate. Eva shook her head. These were people that, until mere moments ago, had been playing Keno on the television.
“Thank you,” he said before she could question her sanity any further.
He smiled, causing her to shiver with excitement.
“What were we talking about, before I took your coat?”
“You were telling me your name. I am sorry; I could have sworn you told me.”
He reached over and circled the back of her hand with one finger. That simple touch caused an ache of longing within her. “My name is Madden Scott, Eva.”
“Madden Scott.” Eva savored the words rolling off her tongue, and, for some reason, had a sense of déjà vu. “You... you didn’t tell me your name before?”
“You never asked,” Madden purred.
“But I told you mine?”
“Indeed. Long day?”
Eva laughed. “Yes, you could say that. This bar, is it usually like this?”
It made her feel a little self-conscious. She toyed with the buttons on her blouse, suddenly wishing there weren’t quite so many. The hawk-eyed man was still watching Madden, but unconsciously played with the blonde as he did so, his hands moving around her, seemingly of their own volition. It was hard for Eva to concentrate, but she felt something was going on, something not normal.
“I hadn’t noticed.” Madden replied, drawing Eva’s attention back to him once more. The rich timbre of his voice made her want to melt into his arms. In response, she felt a slight throb between her legs. Blood was flowing, in a way Brian had never managed to make her feel, and she knew she wanted this man. It was hard to concentrate; there was a sensual air in the bar. She could hear clothes rustling as they fell to the floor. Somewhere nearby, a woman gasped in pleasure.
“Is it such a sin for people to enjoy themselves?” Madden asked, trailing his hand through her hair and down the side of her neck.
“It is one of the seven deadly sins,” Eva replied, each word faltering as her body began succumbing to the overwhelming atmosphere.
“And... each... sin... has a demon,” Madden said as he kissed her neck, “In the Bible, Asmodeus is Lust. He might be with us in spirit, now.”
Eva moaned. His kisses felt so good. She was scarcely aware of her surroundings and the others that shared the bar with her. She wanted to give in, to open herself to him right then and there. Eva ran her hands through Madden’s hair, pulled him to her, and kissed him deeply, relishing the feeling, as their tongues touched.
Then years of psychological conditioning took over. “Wait. This is wrong.” Her sudden change confused Madden. Before he could protest, she continued, “No, not here. This is wrong. We have to get out of here.”
Fighting the feelings of lust radiating through her body, Eva pulled herself together long enough to grab her jacket, drag Madden away from the bar, and out into the darkness. Still caught up in the moment, he followed.
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The hawk-eyed man watched them cross the room while he toyed with the woman he had chosen in his dance of lust. He realized he had become caught up in the moment, and regretted his momentary lapse of concentration. From across the room, a woman alone smiled at him, oblivious to the carnal riot going on around her.
“You never could concentrate on the task at hand, Asmodeus,” she purred.
He smiled, and continued administering kisses to the blonde. In between kisses, his teeth grew to needle points, and, with a fierce bite, he ripped her throat out. She dropped to the floor, too overcome by lust to have even registered her peril. Nobody in the room noticed.
“All in good time, Belphegor. All in good time.”
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