Saidie Walker grew up a nice, normal girl—but not everything is as it seems. Even the Walker family has secrets locked away.
Saidie’s grandmother told them stories from their family history about being able to raise the dead. But Saidie believed they were only scary stories meant to frighten naughty children, and necromancers were nothing more than the stuff of nightmares and make-believe.
Until she met Alexandria Blackburne Reed and her powers woke up with a vengeance. Now she’s shipped off to New Orleans to be tutored, but finds herself surrounded by horrors instead.
One bright spot fills her dismal days—Aleric, the guy who’s been assigned as her test subject. He drives her nuts, makes her so mad she's ready to hit something, but the thought of causing him more pain than he's already suffered at Madame's hands is more than she can bear.
Her emerging feelings for him both confuse and excite her. She may have found the one thing she's always wanted, but will it survive amidst all the danger beginning to unfold?
Aleric's past is interwoven with the friends she left back home, and she'll do what she must to protect them all, even if that means dying. Her only hope is to make it home to West Virginia—to her best friend.
It's up to Alexandria to find a way to help Saidie before she loses her to the madness of her necromancy, while dealing with her own pain and heartache.
Can they survive the horrors about to rain down upon them all?
The growl from the Cajun standing in my doorway brings me back around to the current fury directed at me. Standing there in the light, he looks dangerous, like he can do me serious harm at any second. He doesn’t resemble any zombie I’ve ever seen, though. If not a zombie, then what else could he be?
“What are you?” I ask hesitantly. “You don’t look like a zombie.”
He lets out a string of what I can only guess are curse words in his backwoods Cajun dialect. Great, Saidie. Go and upset the dangerous dead creature who looks like he wants to murder you already. All he’d need to do is throw some barbecue sauce on your bones, and you’re a snack made to order.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I…I just…I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“I’m no’ anyone, bon fille.” The venom in his voice would curdle milk. “I am notin’, just your new pet. I’m no better den dat beast you put down tonight.”
“No.” I shake my head and sit on the bed. “You are no one’s pet. Dead or alive, you are a person, and I won’t hurt you.”
His green eyes burn with fire for a moment, and then he blinks. They are still cold and hard, but the red I thought I’d seen in them is gone.
“She’ll hurt you, bon fille, if you doan do wha’ she says.” He sounds resigned, but very bitter.
“Necromancers are born and den trained in blood. You learn to kill, to hate, to crave de feel of death. Once you start, you woan be able to stop. She’ll make you start. If dat means she causes you pain, she will. I’ve seen her do it too many times. She gets wha’ she woans by hurtin’ others.”
“She hurts you?”
Something flashes in his eyes, and I want to cry for him. It’s there and gone in an instant, but something inside me breaks at his pain. I will not do anything to add to the pain in that look. No matter what, I won’t hurt him.
I reach out, but he jumps back a good ten feet. “Doan touch me! You are like her, maybe not yet, but you will be. You are a vile, filthy creature dat should be put down, but ah cain’t do it. She forbid me.”
“You would kill me even though I’ve never done a thing to you?”
“Oui, ma cherie, in a heartbeat.”
“I see,” I whisper.
“Wha’ else you require, ma fille?”
“Nothing, Aleric. I require nothing from you.”
He leaves, the door slamming in his wake.
What the hell kind of mess have I landed myself in?
About the Author
From USA Today Bestselling Author Apryl Baker...
So who am I? Well, I'm the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friend Chazz laughs at me when I scare myself watching them and tells me to stop watching them, but who doesn't love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Growing up in a small town, I learned a lot of values and morals, I also learned parents have spies everywhere and there's always someone to tell your mama you were seen kissing a particular boy on a particular day just a little too long. So when you get grounded, what is there left to do? Read! My Aunt Jo gave me my first real romance novel. It was a romance titled "Lord Margrave's Deception." I remember it fondly. But I also learned I had a deep and abiding love of mysteries and anything paranormal. As I grew up, I started to write just that and would entertain my friends with stories featuring them as main characters.
Now, I live Huntersville, NC where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce...lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.