Monday, April 18, 2011

My pal Rachel Firasek has a new book out and I have to say she has the most wicked imagination. Congratulations Rachel!

Passion of the Soul: Piper's Fury
by Rachel Firasek

It's an empath thing...

Using your "powers" to help the Dark Hills Police Department hunt down serial killers doesn't leave much time for dating. Not that Piper Anast is complaining. The last thing she needs is some guy brushing up against her and pumping his pornographic thoughts into her head.

When she meets Bennett Slade, a sexy, tormented vampire, Piper stumbles headlong into a telepathic connection with his missing daughter. She can't leave the kid to the evil surrounding her unwanted visions, nor can she resist her draw to Slade. He's the first guy she's been able to touch vision-free in, well, forever.

As she and Slade close in on the evil creature holding his daughter, Piper's powers morph into a deadly fury. To save Slade's daughter-and herself-Piper must face down demons she never knew she had and trust the one thing she keeps from everyone.


"Trust me."

"Fine." I snapped my eyes closed and took a leap of faith by turning around. Several seconds passed before the rustling of fabric warned me Slade had removed his shirt. His voice rumbled close to my ear. "Raise your arms."

My arms went into the air as if his voice be-spelled them somehow. "Why?"

"Would you quit asking that?"


His soft chuckle made me grin. He tugged my t-shirt clear of my jeans and I spun around. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"I want your skin against mine when I do this. It will be much better this way. I promise."

"Do I look stupid to you?"

"No. You look gorgeous. Now take off your shirt."


"You are most exasperating. You asked me to do this!"

"Why won't you tell me what you're going to do?"

He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Fine. I am removing your shirt because, if we get carried away, I do not want blood on your clothes."

"Blood? I didn't say you could feed."

"Piper, this will be good and when it is, you may ask me to bite you. I will not be able to deny you. If you want to stop, you had better do it now. I will not be able to later. Not with you."

"I don't want to stop—I just don't buy your reasoning."

"Humor me and turn back around. I am trying to be a gentleman." I gave him my back, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he drew my shirt over my head. The soft curls on his chest pressed against me. I leaned back and met the strong wall of steel.

He tensed and pulled my arms away from my body. "Who did this?"

I'd forgotten about the deep purple bruising on my upper arms. "Gage."

"Gage?" He blinked. "He should not have had the strength to do this on his own. What has that monster done to him?"

I shrugged and would have turned around if Slade's grip wasn't so tight. His thumbs softly stroked the bruising. "Does it hurt?"

"Nah. Can we get back to what we were doing? What happens next?"

He chuckled. "Listen. Listen to air. Listen until you hear nothing but the air around you."

What did he mean, listen to air? I stood still, listening to the soft sound of his breath teasing the top of my head. I was a good foot shorter than he was and felt miniscule against his mass.

After a few moments of relaxing and listening to nothing, a soft breeze floated along my skin. With it came the scent of vanilla. Warm. Inviting. I felt myself sway toward it. Slade's hard hands caught my upper arms and pulled me tighter to him.

"Listen," he whispered.

Then I heard it. A bell, soft chimes, ringing in my ear. "What is it?"

"That is the sound of the power. Now feel it." He placed his arms around me and engulfed me in his strong embrace. Heat rushed in, and at first, it was almost painful. Then came the liquid fire coursing through my veins. Following the fire, a lust so sinful all rationality fled. I wilted against him, wanting to feel more of the hardness pressed against my back.

His breathing shifted. Soft, warm pants tickled my neck. "Piper, turn around and look at me."

I did as he asked because there was nothing else I wanted to do. He was my everything at that moment.

"Your eyes..." He held my head tightly in his palms. "Piper, what are you?"

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Rachel Firasek said...

Wow, I had not idea you were going to do this! This is awesome! Thank you so much, Darah, you are such a great friend!!!

Darah Lace said...

You're welcome, darlin'!

Abigail-Madison Chase said...

Love the cover and the excerpt

Rachel Firasek said...

Thanks, Abigail, it was a blast to write!