I’m SO excited to share the first page of Coven of Lies with you guys! I’m working through changes from my editor right now, and I think you’re going to LOVE this excerpt. I know many of you are dying for me to hurry up and release the rest of the series, so I thought I’d go ahead and give you a sneak peek at how things are going for Roxy and Ray in book 2.
We will purge all wickedness from our shores. The threat echoed through my mind. I shuddered as Dr. Abrams and Ray exchanged a grim look across the autopsy table. “Does this mean what I think it means?” Ray’s hoarse question reverberated in the space between us, far too loud in the morgue’s still atmosphere. I half-expected Olivia’s body to flinch but forced my gaze back to the coroner’s taut expression to keep from staring at the waterlogged corpse. Dr. Abrams’ lips pinched into a thin line and her gray eyes turned flinty. “I can’t say for sure.” shook her head and sighed. “I’ll say it,” I said around the hard lump of terror in my throat. “Someone has declared war on the Bayshore Coven.” The foot I injured when I jumped out of Ray’s window throbbed, aching more intensely with every beat of my heart. I shifted my weight, trying to ease the pain. A chill tore down my spine and my vision blurred as a wave of dizziness swirled through me. I swayed on the spot, blindly reaching for Ray. Shapes, colors, and sounds that didn’t belong in the morgue assaulted me. I haven’t had a vision since before my suicide attempt. My mind raced as I tried desperately to make the blurred images come into focus. I concentrated with everything I had, but it did no good. Things remained filmy, as if there were several gauzy curtains between me and whatever I was supposed to be seeing. Pressure built in my ears, as if I dove far too deep underwater without equalizing the pressure. Then I heard garbled voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was all just senseless noise. A pain seared between my shoulder blades. A loud, hissing sizzle assaulted my ears, and I smelled something burning… Flesh. I gagged, sickened by the stench and the mind-numbing pain. Black spots danced in front of my eyes. The sound of harsh voices, sharp enough for me to hear, clung to me and churned my stomach. “That’s enough!” Something about the man’s voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t pin it down. “No, it isn’t. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live. You hunt the bitches for a living, so I’d think you’d hold that tenet sacred,” another man growled.
