Only for the YA/NA Blogfest, a special sneak-preview at TWO books from Lily! Preview one is for her short story "Death at the King's Court", which can be found in the Vamptasy Publishing anthology Damsels of Distress, available now via Amazon Kindle and FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Lily also compiled and edited the book.
"I am Princess Mia. You're sitting on my people, in case you didn't know." She didn't look like a princess. She was covered in blood and completely disheveled.
"Since when is the princess a vampire? Word just reached me from one of my nocturnal emissaries that your father is dead. Poisoned. Did you know that?" he asked.
"I was informed he was ill, yes. I don't see how that's your business, seeing as how you have been trying to kill us all for over a year." He was trying to rattle her, and she refused to let yet another man manipulate her. She stepped closer, brandishing her sword. "Think of this as payback." She gestured at the dead and injured littered on the castle floor.
The King retreated a pace.
"What's the matter, Tesla?" Craven asked. "Are you afraid of two little vampires, one of us not even a day old?"
"On your guard, Tesla," Mia said, openly challenging the vampire king of the North. "I came here for a battle and a battle is what I'm going to get!" She sprang forward, clattering her sword against his.
His strength was unmatched. Despite being quite out of practice, he was still a good fighter, and he returned blow for blow.
Compared with him, Mia was a fly and he was a spider, but she was determined to win or die trying. She was cut, her armor sliced through and her now Undead blood leaking out.
Craven took over, shielding her while he exchanged blows with Tesla. "Drink from someone," he told her. "Someone living. You need to heal."
Oh, I'll heal, but it won't be from peasant blood, she thought, struggling to her feet. Craven was injured, his side and his face bleeding profusely. "You're also injured," she called. As soon as she was standing, she dashed around the fight to get behind Tesla. Her arm was too weak to wield her sword, so she had to rely upon her vampiric abilities to do what she intended.
She grabbed a fist full of Tesla's silky hair, yanking his head back and causing him to drop his sword. Her fangs elongated, and his bright eyes turned red with anger and a little fear. He'd never seen a young vamp so powerful. No one could overtake him like she had.
He knocked his free hand into her head, and she cried out as she fell to the floor. Thinking she was indisposed, Tesla turned back to Craven, who was bleeding on the ground.
"So this is how it ends."
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The second preview is of her upcoming novel, Never Again, which is a spin-off of her Paranormal Detectives Series and will be available on December 5th from Vamptasy Publishing.
I have no idea how long I stood there after I screamed, but I imagine it wasn’t long before I could hear voices coming closer and closer to where I knelt by the corpse. Panic began to set in then. It was one thing to have sex out of wedlock. It was safe to assume that it was an entirely different kettle of fish to have murdered your partner whilst you were having premarital sex!
Sure, I hadn’t meant to do it, but who the Hell would have believed me? I wouldn’t have, had I been asked to believe something so outlandish.
What was I to do? Where was I to go? We were surrounded by barren land beyond our farm. If I were to run, I would be overtaken immediately. And running would make me look guilty. Even guiltier than sitting here beside a fresh cadaver. Of course, if I dressed, perhaps they’d think it was someone else and I had simply found her body here. It was worth a shot, and teenage me didn’t think that someone had seen me leave the house after her.
Teenage me was an idiot and could go fuck himself, if you ask my opinion.
I dressed, clothes were simpler then and I had no need of zippers and complex belts and shoes. We hadn’t progressed from sandals at that point. Despite my quick thinking, I was still distraught, and as soon as I heard the voices even closer I let out the anguished cry that had been sitting, painfully, in my breast. It was followed by a plea for help.
Now that I think about it, maybe I am evil. To have such deep artifice at such a young age and during such a traumatic moment, maybe Angelica should have killed me when she had the chance.
The doors to the barn were wrenched open and I could see everyone entering, silhouetted by their torches. My dad and her dad were leading them all. No women were present. Which was good, because if things went south, I wouldn’t have wanted my mother to see me like that.
“Dad! Dad, help!” I called. “It’s Gail, something happened…” My panic and confusion didn’t need to be faked: I had no idea what had happened. And I was terrified.
They came closer, and the din was suddenly silenced as they took one look at Gail, laying there with blood and little else on her body. I wished I had covered her: it was shameful to let her body be seen this way, but if I had they would have known right away that I was the culprit. Artifice was not a strong point for anyone back in those days, but I seemed to have a knack for it anyway.
The pure silence lasted for only a moment before there was a tortured scream. It came from David, Gail’s father. Thankfully not dropping his torch, he lunged forward only to be held back by my father.
“Sean, what happened?” my father asked me.
“I don’t know. I—I saw her leave earlier and when I went outside to get a drink I saw she wasn’t around but our barn doors were open so I went to close them and I found her…” I swallowed a large gulp of air, having been talking too fast to breathe while still crying.
“Liar!” David cried. “It was you! It had to be you! Everyone else was inside!”
“No matter who it was...what happened to her?” my father asked, looking at her emaciated corpse. “That’s not normal.”
No, it’s not, I thought, panicking. It wasn’t normal, so what the good fuck was I?
“Monster!” David hissed. “What did you do to my daughter?”
I couldn’t answer even if I did want to, because I knew as little as he did. I was sick inside, and frightened of myself. I wondered if I should go to a rabbi myself, get diagnosed. Was it a demon? Did I need to be purged? Or was I just...a monster?
Lily Luchesi is the award-winning author of the bestselling Paranormal Detectives Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of Dracula.
She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Los Angeles, California. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things "dark". At two she became infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community. When she's not writing, she's going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.