Feel the Rush of the Offspring!
(Paranormal
Romantic Suspense/Romantic Urban Fantasy/Supernatural Romance)
A
group of twenty-somethings live ordinary lives but possess extraordinary
psychic abilities. They are the Offspring of parents involved in a mysterious
experiment gone awry. Sexy...dangerous...outcasts... They are being hunted by
the government and others like them. Together they must find the truth and
fight an enemy out to destroy them.
END OF DARKNESS: The
dark energy that infects Magnus McLeod's soul draws him to an Arizona
Author’s Bio: I'm so glad you've come to visit. So you want to know a little more about me? I am the daughter of an exiled king, living a life of both luxury and danger. While ensconced in our palace in our adopted
The Offspring series is about
a group of twenty-something who live ordinary lives but possess extraordinary
psychic abilities. They are the Offspring of parents involved in a mysterious
experiment gone awry. Sexy...dangerous...outcasts... They are being hunted by
the government and others like them. Together they must find the truth and
fight an enemy out to destroy them. Though the books are part of a series, I've
tried to make them as stand-alone as possible. In particular, BURNING DARKNESS,
BEYOND THE DARKNESS, and DARKNESS BECOMES HER jump off from the main arc of the
first three books. I also have two spin-off novellas, DARKNESS WITHIN and TURN
TO DARKNESS. And final book of the series, END OF DARKNESS, will be out January
2013 in ebook format.
I also have an alter ego.
Jaime Rush is a pseudonym for Tina Wainscott, my real name. As Tina, I wrote 18
books for St. Martin 's Press and Harlequin,
some of which have won Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart award, the
Maggie, and RT Book Reviews Reviewer's Choice Awards. I am in the process of
bringing out many of these books as e-books under Tina Wainscott!
CHAPTER 1
Magnus
McLeod came to with a violent start, sitting up so fast, the room spun. Even
so, he instantly knew this wasn’t his bedroom. Or a hospital. Lachlan stood
next to his bed with an odd expression, both relieved and like he was about to
tell Magnus his legs were missing.
Lachlan
leaned forward and held him tight for a few moments. “Thank God.”
Magnus
hardly enjoyed the hug, preoccupied with wanting to make sure his body parts
were intact. The second Lachlan stepped back, Magnus did a visual check. Legs,
aye, and they moved at his command. Arms, fingers, all accounted for.
Lachlan
peered into Magnus's face. “You alright, Maggie?” The childhood nickname
Lachlan had given him when Magnus started calling him Locky, a bit of teasing
between two brothers.
“Seem
to be, other than feeling muzzy, like I was on a bender and slept for
twenty-four hours.” He rubbed his hand over his face, feeling several days'
worth of beard. “How long have I been
sleeping? Where am I? What happened?” He took in the room with its light brown
walls and framed pictures of the Wizard of Oz.
Lachlan
said, “You’re in Cheveyo and Petra’s guest room in downtown Annapolis. They’ve
been taking care of you while Jessie and I dealt with her uncle. Which felt
like it lasted for weeks but was only a few days.”
“Jessie.”
Magnus pictured the lass he was keen on, a pixie of a thing with brown hair. “I’ve
been stuck in this dream about being at the carnival and some man trying to
hurt her. I tried to protect her, and he turned into a black beast.” His hand went to
his neck, but the words cut as deeply as the memory of claws slicing his
throat.
Bloody
hell. Memory, not a dream.
“You
were killed,” Lachlan said softly.
“Jessie?”
He looked beyond Lachlan, finding no one else in the room. Cold fear washed
over him. “Is she alright?”
“Aye,
she's fine now.” Lachlan shook his head. “That's the kind of guy you are. I
tell you that you died, and you're worried about her.”
“You
say it like it's a bad thing.”
Lachlan's
laugh had no humor. “No, it just shows what a damned good guy you are.”
Again,
sounded like a bad thing.
Lachlan
leaned against the side of the bed. “She healed you.”
“Healed
psychically?” He felt a thrumming energy in his body, an odd heaviness as
though his soul had gained a hundred pounds. Which made no sense.
Lachlan’s
expression darkened. “You were dying, just like I saw in the vision I warned
you about.”
Aye,
the vision where Lachlan had seen Magnus dead at the carnival, Jessie standing
over him. “You did see the future. I guess you’ll toss me an ‘I told you so’
and deservedly so. Who was the guy that tried to kill me?”
Lachlan
leaned against the footboard. “Her uncle. Bastard was hunting her for years.
He's dead now,” he added when Magnus stiffened at the thought of the guy
hurting her. “What happened in the days after your attack, why Jessie was on
the run, that’s a story for later.”
“He
turned into a bloody beast. That wasn't my imagination, right? Because over and
over I've been living it, seeing him morph into a black creature.”
“It
wasn't your imagination.” Lachlan released a long breath. “You need to
understand that you were dying, and we had to make a choice. Jessie and I.”
The
mention of her name had Magnus glancing at the door. “Where is she? I need to
see her.”
“You
were right when you told me there was something special about her. She’s got
enhanced abilities like us, but she's not an Offspring.”
Magnus
digested that for a moment. “So that means what, that she didn't have a parent
in the same secret government program Dad was in?” The program for psychically
gifted people who were given the DNA of a bloke from a parallel dimension to
enhance their abilities—DNA their offspring inherited.
“Her
father is from the other dimension.
And she was even more special. She held Darkness. So did the man who turned to
beast. In the parallel dimension, they aren’t allowed to express their
emotions, so they repress them. All those emotions accumulated into this mass
of energy called Darkness. Jessie's father and uncle tapped into it and drew it
into their bodies. They could channel it to change into an animal of sorts. As
you saw.”
“I
saw, all right. But why are you still looking at me like I've lost a limb?”
Lachlan's
jaw tensed. “The price of Jessie's healing was that she had to infuse Darkness
into you. I told her to do it. I made the choice.”
Something
inside Magnus went numb as Lachlan's words sank in. “So that…beast is in me?”
That had to be the heaviness he felt.
“You
can choose what form it takes by focusing on a particular animal. Jessie's dad
will work with you. You have to learn to control Darkness, or it’ll take you over.”
“Bloody
great.”
Magnus
pulled himself to the side of the bed and tested his weight. His legs were
shaky. Lachlan moved closer, hands out to steady him. Magnus used the headboard
to stand. “Where is Jessie?” At Lachlan’s ever-darkening expression, his chest
tightened. “I need to see her.” That need raged through him, making him want to
start tearing furniture apart until someone brought her to him.
Lachlan
drove his fingers back through hair much shorter and neater than Magnus had
ever seen it. “You can't. Darkness has other side effects. It can make you
volatile when you experience high emotions. And it makes you possessive and
madly jealous to the point of being deadly to anyone you see as a rival to the
woman you feel is yours.”
“I
don’t feel she’s mine.” They hadn't even kissed, but he did feel…oddly
possessive, aye. “It's just that I've spent days of unconsciousness caught in a
loop of those last several minutes with her.”
Lachlan
shifted from one foot to the other. “She's at Sanctuary.” Their family compound
in the woods.
Magnus
knew that nervous shift. He’d seen it whenever Lachlan was about to admit he’d
broken something, like the time he'd put a ding on Magnus’s sword when they
were lads. “Out with it, Locky. What aren't you telling me?”
Lachlan
bowed his head, pain wracking his features. No, this was worse than anything
like that. “I’m the lowest of the low. She and I went through hell together. We
fought the pull between us, I swear it. I tried to be an arse—as you know I can
be—but she saw something inside me even I didn't see.” He met Magnus's gaze. “I
love her. I didn’t mean to, but I love her, and all I can do is ask your
forgiveness.”
He
knew his brother would never do anything to hurt him, and his regret was clear.
So was his love for Jessie. So why did the words, “You stole my girl while I was recuperating?” come roaring out of
his mouth?
Lachlan
hung his head. “She wasn’t your girl yet, but aye, that’s the bottom line. I am
pond scum. The scum that lives beneath the pond scum.”
Anger
unfurled inside him. Even weak, Magnus was big enough to pound Lachlan but
good. He took a deep breath, pulling back all that fury, and made his way to
the window to stare out into an alley between the townhouses. “I forgive you.”
He meant it, but the words still felt gritty as they left his mouth. “You’re
right, she wasn’t my girl.” He turned to Lachlan from a safer distance. “So
this Darkness is why I want to smash in your head over it?”
Lachlan’s
mouth tightened. “Aye. I deserve it, too, but I’d rather you not. I don’t want
to lose you over it, but I could no sooner break it off with her than cut off
my hand. Once you’ve met someone else, you’ll move on. Remember what you told
me not long ago: the feelings you have for a woman always fizzle out like a
soda left out too long.”
Aye,
he had said that, and he’d experienced it many a time. But Jessie felt
different. Now he knew why.
Lachlan
waved his hand dismissively. “You’ll find other women. Hell, you draw them like
flies.”
Magnus
crossed his arms over his chest. “Thanks for that lovely analogy. Makes me
sound like a pile of shite.”
“I
was thinking a candy bar or maybe a glob of jelly on the sidewalk.”
It
felt like one of many exchanges, but everything was different now. Lachlan was
happy and in love, both new for him. Magnus held something otherworldly and
dangerous.
He
didn't want another woman. He breathed Jessie, the need for her. The need to
posses her. He felt her in his cells, something he'd never experienced before.
Nor had he ever felt jealousy. If a woman he was dating wanted to move on,
Magnus wished her well with nary a hard feeling. He flexed his fingers. “And if
I feel proprietary about a woman, I'll hurt anyone who flirts with her? Or hurt
the woman?” An unfathomable thought.
“Potentially.
I’m sorry for what comes with Darkness, but not for making the decision. I
wasn't going to let you die.”
No,
he wouldn't, not after everything they'd already lost. “I would have done the
same, brother.” The sight of his sword, leaning against the wall with the tip buried
in the carpet, brought comfort. He picked it up, running his fingers down the
flat part of the blade. “You took a chance bringing this here.”
“It's
like an old friend. Thought you might like it nearby.”
Magnus
swung it around, holding the blade a foot away from Lachlan. “Were you not
afraid I'd cleave off your head when I found out about Jessie?”
Lachlan
remained still, no fear on his face. “You've got a much deadlier weapon inside
you now. If you're of a mind to kill me, I'm going to go one way or another.”
Magnus
held the sword up, studying the ornate hilt. He wouldn't need his sword
anymore? How much more would he lose?
A
knock sounded on the door, and Cheveyo opened it and peered inside. “Everything
all right?” His Hopi heritage was clear in his coloring and dark hair. That
he'd once spent his days hunting down supernatural vermin showed in his warrior
bearing. Especially when he saw the sword in Magnus’s hand and stepped inside,
ready to contain him.
Magnus
let him know that wouldn't be necessary by setting the sword down. He reached
over and shook Cheveyo’s hand. “Thanks for everything.”
He’d
only met Cheveyo once, Petra a few more times, so it was damned nice of them to
take care of him. Made him feel odd though, being passed out at their house.
“You’ll
be okay,” Cheveyo said. “I don't know how similar Darkness is to my ability,
but when I get worked up, I feel my cat want to take over. You need to
practice, get comfortable with Darkness, because control is everything. I’ve
got a place out near Flagstaff, Arizona. Why don’t you spend some time in new
surroundings?” Away from Jessie, he didn't say. “Take as long as you want.
We’re staying here, waiting for Amy to have her baby. I couldn't pry Petra away
now. Stay for the shower and then head out.”
Magnus
had planned on attending the baby shower, since the guys in their group of
Offspring were invited too. That was before he’d been infected. The heavy
feeling was like the blackest part of the night inside him. “I’m not in the
mood for the party, but I've got gifts for the baby.” He pinned Lachlan with a
look. “You'll take them, right?” Make him go to a baby shower, small
retribution for stealing his lass.
“Anything
for you,” Lachlan said, clearly meaning it. But Magnus saw his upper lip twitch
at the thought.
Anything
but give up Jessie.
He
turned to Cheveyo. “Your place sounds like exactly what I need.” Especially if
Lachlan and Jessie were staying at Sanctuary.
Lachlan
walked closer. “Spend some time with Jessie's dad. He’ll tell you what you need
to know.” He put his hand on Magnus’s arm. “Take a week or so, work through it.
But keep in touch. My brother once told me that we had to stick together
because we were all we have.”
But
that was before one of them became a beast…and the other fell in love.
Erica
Evrard trolled through her Google Alerts, just like she did every night. Only
the computer screen lit up the small bedroom, splashing pale light over a desk
covered in notes and maps, and a bed she shared with no one.
First
post: a new serial killer novel coming out from Erica Fleming. Not a well-known
author, just a woman trying to make a small living from writing novels based on
the wretchedness she read about in all those newspaper stories. The evil she
faced down in dark places. She deleted that one.
The
second entry detailed a possible serial killer in Strasford, Arizona, a sick
son of a bitch who ripped out people's hearts while they were still alive. The
authorities were baffled, not completely ruling out a wild animal, given the
claw marks left behind. That the bodies were left intact made it seem more like
a sick human act. The three victims were female visitors to the small desert
town not far from Las Vegas.
The
serial killer wasn't the locals' only concern. They'd been experiencing tremors,
despite the fact that no fault line existed beneath their town. People were on
edge, prone to violent attacks and fits of rage. A seismologist was
investigating the tremors, but they had no leads as far as the so-called Heart
Ripper was concerned.
She
stared at the lines that crisscrossed the backs of her hands and arms. Every
time she used the ability she'd dubbed Lightning, because of how the lines
looked, the scars moved farther up her arms. Closer to her heart.
She
mapped the route to Strasford and shut down her computer. Time to pack and hunt
down a killer.
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