Something
Wicked This Way Comes
Jenika
Snow
A Wicked Tale
ARe Books
Genre: M/F, Werewolves, Vampires,
PNR
About
the Book
Being wicked never felt so good.
Born from hate and violence, Lathan
knows all too well what darkness feels like. He’s centuries old, and an
abomination to the supernatural world. With a vampire father who forcibly took
Lathan’s werewolf mother as his own, Lathan’s hybrid genetics make him feared
by all.
Abbi has no one, nothing of
importance in her life, but that doesn’t stop her from living. When Lathan
feeds on her and tries to use compulsion to make her forget, she realizes he
isn’t just a vampire, but something altogether different. He’s also her mate.
Can Abbi accept Lathan for who and
what he is? Can she allow herself to be mated to a man who is half vampire and
half werewolf, one feared amongst human and immortal alike? She knows he won’t
stop until he has her.
Available at ARe
Excerpt:
Lathan was born of
this world in blood, hatred…violence. He took his first breath with his
mother’s arms around him, her tears of sadness, hurt, disgust, filling him. It
was the only world, the only emotions he’d ever known. And it was that memory,
even as he lay there vulnerable—unable to speak, barely able to breathe—that he
watched his mother pass. It was a curse being able to remember every single
memory of his life, a “gift” because of his hybrid breed, his dual species
genetics.
He stood in the
shadows, his hunger insatiable. He watched the humans, knew their blood—the
sustenance that gave him life, gave him strength and power—was also the same
viscous fluid that disgusted him.
He was half
vampire, half werewolf, a demon among his kind, an abomination because of the
two bloodlines running through his veins and of how he came into this world.
His werewolf mother was kidnapped and raped by his vampire father, a male that
claimed she was his mate. But Lathan’s father hadn’t cared about anyone but
himself. He’d defiled the one woman that was claimed to be his mate, took her
from Lathan because he was a selfish bastard.
It was because of
his father he didn’t have a memory that wasn’t tainted with violence and
degradation. It was because of his father, Karloff, that Lathan couldn’t show
his face in the paranormal community without fear and disgust following him,
because everyone knew who he was. The stench of his father’s blood ran through
his veins, tainting him, marking him as evil. Karloff’s reputation was by far
the most sinister of their kind, was tainted with the horror of the life he
himself led, and of the lives he took.
Maybe Lathan
should have had more empathy for the man that sired him, the man that forced
his seed upon Lathan’s unwilling mother. But the truth was after three hundred
years of living in this world alone, Lathan had no empathy for anyone or
anything. He had no emotions, no expectations, or even hope that he’d find a
mate, if one even existed.
But he’d killed his
father a century ago—ripped open his throat, bathed in his blood—sand knew that
killing the man that had raped Lathan’s mother, took from her everything she
knew and loved, was a small act of vengeance on his part. It wouldn’t solve
anything, wouldn’t make anyone see him as anything more than a monster, but it
made Lathan feel a little less dark inside.
He moved back into
the shadows even further when a young, beautiful, and unsuspecting woman
started walking toward him. She was human, with long reddish brown hair, and
eyes the color of the greenest emerald. She was slender, couldn’t be more than
in her twenties, and the animal in him—the wolf, the demon he was—rose up. He
wanted to taste her, wanted her blood to coat his tongue and move along the
back of his throat. He’d never been this thirsty before.
But it could be
because he’d held off feeding for the last couple weeks, hating to taste the
metallic flavor of the substance that gave him life. Lathan wanted her blood,
wanted it covering his mouth and dripping down his chin.
His vampire side
felt the call of the blood, felt the power move through him, strengthening his
muscles, making his body coil tight, ready to snatch her body to his, tilt her
neck to the side, and expose the creamy expanse of her throat.
And then she was
right here, the wind picking up and blowing her hair around her shoulders,
having her scent slam into him. His dick got hard, his claws emerged, and his
fangs punched forward. He hadn’t been this excited, hadn’t been this aroused in
his entire existence.
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About
the Author:
Jenika Snow is a USA Today
bestselling author, a mother, wife, and nurse.
She lives in northeast with her husband and their two daughters.
Jenika started writing at a very
young age. Her first story consisted of a young girl who traveled to an exotic
island and found a magical doll. That story as long since disappeared, but
others have taken its place.
She loves to hear from readers, and
encourages them to contact her and give their feedback.
