THE
BOOKS:
Blood
of the Son, Sins
of the Father, The
Original Sin, and
Legacy of Blood
Skye
Morrison Vampire Series Book #1 - 4
J.L.
McCoy
Genre:
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
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BOOK
ONE: Blood of
the Son
Synopsis:
After a shocking
admission by Archer Rhys, Skye Morrison and the rest of The
Mausoleum's vampire crew have to deal with the aftermath of Houston
business owner and fellow vampire Greyson Mead's murder. A gruesome
discovery in Skye's driveway forces her out of her house and
temporarily into Archer's lakeside mansion with her co-workers Trey,
Hunter, Quinn, Seamus, Lochlan, Jameson, and of course the ever
jealous Aoife. Skye must now live under the same roof with the two
men she wants most and things are bound to get complicated. With a
psychotic murderer on the loose hell bent on killing vampires and the
appointed army of The Faithful having no luck in finding them, will
Skye's new boss and co-workers live to see next week? Will Skye make
it out of Archer's mansion alive?
*Be
advised: This book contains adult situations, steamy sex scenes, and
cursing.*
Excerpt:
“With
all those late hours, doesn’t Mrs. Rhys miss you?” I asked.
He
raised an eyebrow. “No,” he said with a slight smirk. “There is
no Mrs. Rhys.”
“Oh,
sorry” I replied, a little embarrassed. “I just figured a guy
like you would have been snatched up long ago by some gorgeous girl.”
He
smiled and chuckled a little. “You’d think so, huh? I haven’t
had much luck in that department...at least long term.”
“Sorry
if I seemed nosy,” I said, looking down at my clasped hands. I felt
like I had pried.
“Not
at all, Skye. These are things you’ll need to know if you work for
me,” he said soothingly. “Let me ask you a few general questions.
Would that be alright?”
“Yes,
please. Fire away,” I said, eager to change the subject.
“What
do you like to do for fun?” he asked.
I
looked up at him and wondered if I should give him the safe answer or
the true answer. I decided to throw caution to the wind and let him
see the real me. “Well, um, I enjoy painting. Abstract mostly...on
big canvases. There’s almost nothing better than channeling your
love, fear, pain, bad day, good day down into something and seeing
the beauty of those emotions emerge. It helps me realize that no
matter how bad my day was, or how hurt I felt...there’s always
beauty in everything; that every emotion I feel is important and
helps make me who I am. I love it. It’s freedom incarnate.” I
smiled and remembered the last painting I did. It was after Jesse and
I broke up. I put all the anger, tears, frustration, and ugliness
down on the canvas. It turned into one of the most beautiful pieces
I’ve ever done.
“I
love to read,” I said, clearing my throat and continuing. “I’ve
always preferred that over watching television. There’s not much
imagination to television in my opinion. Also, dancing has always
been in my blood. I love dancing whether it’s out at a dance hall
or around my house. If hear music, my body just kind of responds to
it. I like to catch Karaoke Night at the Blue Lagoon Lounge whenever
I can. Their Cult Movie Show Tunes night is to die for. Don’t
laugh. I know it’s cheesy, but I love it. And, I have to say, one
of my absolute favorite things to do is go to my weekly Krav Maga
class that I take with my best friend, Nikki,” I said, hoping that
that wasn’t too long winded of an answer.
“Impressive,
Miss Morrison,” he said with a cock of his head and appraising
eyes. “I like a strong woman.”
I
blushed and looked down at my hands. Small butterflies fluttered
around in my stomach and I adjusted my body uncomfortably in the
seat. I was embarrassed but a little excited at the look in his eye
as he watched me talking. What is that...the way he’s looking at
me? He likes a strong woman...what does that mean? Is he coming on to
me? I laughed inwardly at the absurdity of my thoughts. Yeah right,
Skye. He’s WAY out of your league, girlfriend. But, nice try. I
looked up, into his eyes, and gave him a small smile and a shrug. “Me
too. I grew up on Red Sonja comics. I wanted to be just like her when
I was a kid.”
His
eyes sparkled with his laughter and the butterflies in my stomach
picked up again. Dammit, stop that! I silently told myself. Out of
your league! And, he just might be your boss someday. Chill,
hormones...
“What
kinds of books do you like to read?” he asked.
I
was surprised by the question. I guess when he said general, he
really meant general. “I mainly read paranormal fiction, though I
do enjoy the occasional historical drama or biography.”
“I’ve
read up on preternatural things myself,” he said with a knowing
smile. “What are your favorite subjects?”
“Well,
I suppose it would be vampires, werewolves, fae, and similar
mythological creatures,” I said, hoping that’s what he meant.
He
laughed and nodded his head. “I’m glad you enjoy those. I do,
too,” he said.
I
started wondering how these questions pertained to the job I was
interviewing for. But, I shouldn’t complain, I guess. These
questions were very easy to answer and it seemed like he was
genuinely interested in hearing my answers.
“Do
you have any first-aid knowledge?” he inquired next.
“Hm...well,
yes. I took a first-aid course in summer camp when I was 15. I still
remember the basics,” I said, a little confused as to where this
was going.
“Good,”
he said, and then looked thoughtful. “Would you know how to...let’s
say for example...dress wounds and control bleeding?”
What
the hell kind of interview question was that?! I thought to myself.
I’d expect that if I was applying at a hospital or something,
but... “Yes,” I said slowly, confused as to why I would ever need
to know something like that working in a nightclub.
“Excellent,”
he said smiling. “You never know when something like that will come
in handy.”
BOOK
TWO: Sins of
the Father
Synopsis:
After
a shocking admission by Archer Rhys, Skye Morrison and the rest of
The Mausoleum's vampire crew have to deal with the aftermath of
Houston business owner and fellow vampire Greyson Mead's murder. A
gruesome discovery in Skye's driveway forces her out of her North
Central Austin, Texas townhome and temporarily into Archer's lakeside
mansion with her co-workers Trey, Hunter, Quinn, Seamus, Lochlan,
Jameson, and of course the ever jealous Aoife. Skye must now live
under the same roof with the two men she wants most and things are
bound to get complicated. With a psychotic murder on the loose hell
bent on killing vampires and the appointed army of The Faithful
having no luck in finding them, will Skye's new boss and co-workers
live to see next week? Will Skye make it out of Archer's mansion
alive?
Excerpt:
“Did
you need something?” I asked.
Archer
leaned forward in his chair and took off his expensive charcoal gray
sports coat. “I wanted to see how you were handling all of this,”he
said, throwing the coat onto the couch and moving to take off his
cufflinks. I watched him struggle for a second before I intervened.
“Here,
let me help you.” I said as I got up from the chair and walked
around his desk. He smiled tiredly, sighed, and thanked me. I hopped
up onto the desk, sat in the same place Aoife had only moments ago
occupied and pulled his hand onto my lap. I slowly took off his left
cufflink and sat it down on the dark desk beside me. I looked into
his ice blue eyes as I rolled the shirtsleeve up his muscular
forearm. “Honestly, Archer, I don’t know how I am handling this.”
He
stared intensely into my eyes and searched them for clues. “Are you
scared?” I nodded my head and gave him his arm back. I picked up
his right one and began the same process again. “You know I’ll
never let anything happen to you, don’t you?”
I
watched my hands work as I thought about that for a few seconds.
“I
know,” I said finally, looking back up into his beautiful eyes.
Neither of us said anything for a long moment. “I’m worried about
you...about all of you,” I admitted reluctantly, my fingers
finishing their work.
Archer
took one of my hands in his and leaned closer. “We’re going to be
just fine,” he said, tucking a stray hair behind my left ear and
then lifting my chin. “We’re a lot stronger than we look, Skye.”
I
had a sudden flash of Greyson’s mutilated body and I swallowed
hard, shaking my head. My eyes glistened with unshed tears. “But
Greyson...,”
Archer
shushed me with a gentle finger to my full lips. “Don’t,” he
whispered, looking deeply into my eyes. “Don’t think about that.”
He cupped my cheek and tenderly ran his thumb over my mouth, tracing
my bottom lip.
“I’m
sorry for how I acted earlier tonight,” he apologized gently, his
eyes remorseful.
“I
know,” I whispered. I tilted my head into his cool hand and closed
my eyes. His touch was so comforting, his strong arms safe. I felt my
body slowly start to relax for the first time tonight.
“I
want you to stay with me tonight, Skye.” My eyes flew open in alarm
and I sat up straight. “Us,” Archer amended quickly. “I meant I
want you to stay with us...at my house.”
BOOK
THREE: The
Original Sin
Synopsis:
"Skye
Morrison's life lately has been anything but ordinary. Attempting to
pull together the pieces of her life that have been ripped to shreds
after being kidnapped and tortured by Amun- who happens to be the
father of all vampires-her dreams are haunted by memories of those
recent fateful and horrific events. Skye struggles with her split
feelings and the raw sexual tension with her lover, Jameson Doyle and
boss Archer Rhys-the continuous object of her sexual fantasies.
Residing at Archer's lakeside mansion with the rest of the vampire
clan, Skye attempts to maintain a normal routine. With the vampire
army, The Faithful, attempting unsuccessfully to capture Amun, her
nightmares take her down a twisted spiral of entrapment and terror,
taking its toll on her daily life. Haunted and hunted by the
psychotic and mind-twisting Amun, Skye goes through dark and violent
changes, revealing a side of herself she didn't know existed and
ultimately leading to a shocking conclusion. With a climax that will
leave you breathless and wanting more, don't miss the third chapter
in the life of Skye Morrison.
Excerpt:
“Stop,”
I whispered as the tears finally began to spill down my face. “I
can’t bear to hear anymore.” My heart constricted with the pain
his words brought. “How can you do this to me? How can you when you
know I’m with Jameson.”
I
roughly wiped the tears from my cheeks, stood up, and stormed over to
him. “What am I supposed to do with this, Archer? Huh? Leave your
brother and jump into your bed? What about him? What about his
feelings? How can you do this to me? Why couldn’t you have just
left it alone? Why did you have to tell me?”
“You
deserve to know how I feel,” he growled. “You were mine before
you were his.”
“No,”
I shook my head sadly. “I wasn’t.”
“Why
couldn’t you have just talked to me, Skye?” Archer asked, his
voice full of pain. “Why didn’t you give me an opportunity to
explain the kiss you saw between Aoife and me before you ran into my
brother’s arms?”
“I
thought I knew what I saw,” I whispered, losing my fight.
“You
knew nothing,” he whispered, matching my tone, as he closed the gap
between us and pulled me into his arms. He bent down and nuzzled my
hair, taking a deep breath in.
I
wrapped my arms around him and clung to him tightly. I buried my face
in his chest and succumbed to my waterworks. “I knew nothing,” I
finally admitted tearfully.
He
held me for a long time, neither of us saying anything. I think we
were both just content to be in each other’s arms. We had been
denying ourselves for the longest time. Holding him felt like coming
home; like a cool drink of water after a long week in the desert.
“I’m
so sorry, Archer,” I sniffed. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I’m
sorry, too,” he mumbled into my hair as he placed light kisses
about the top of my head. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
now. The girl I love is sleeping with my brother.”
BOOK
FOUR: Legacy of
Blood
Synopsis:
"Skye
Morrison begged for death. Fortunately, someone didn't listen.
Skye awakens to discover she has been irrevocably changed and the
unprecedented circumstances of her rebirth have now created a new
threat to her very existence. Sired by both the monster Amun and the
vampire Archer Rhys, Skye must prove to the army of An Dilis (The
Faithful) whose essence is most dominant within her and that she is
not a danger to them or society. The Faithful soon discover
that she is unlike any vampire ever created before as she struggles
to adjust to her new life and the changes that come with it.
Her
recent brush with death has made Skye realize that life is precious
and she wastes no time telling the one she loves how she feels about
him.
But, Amun finds out that someone interfered with Skye's
transformation and the intrusion makes him livid. He gives Skye
7 days to come to him or he threatens to begin killing the ones she
loves most.
Will Skye be able to survive long enough to
enjoy her new life now that Amun is hunting her and everyone she
loves?
Excerpt:
As
soon as my head hit my pillow, and I fully relaxed, my eyes began to
grow heavy. All of the excitement I had been through today had
taken its toll on me mentally. I desperately needed to sleep and
recharge. Before I knew it, I was out cold.
Images
flashed behind my eyes, interrupting hours of deep, sound sleep as I
softly heard someone whispering my name. Something was pulling at my
psyche, demanding entrance, and I finally gave in to the request.
Amun
was standing by large body of water with his back to me. As soon as
I took a step toward him, he whirled around looking surprised but
relieved.
“What
took you so long?” he demanded, his black eyes taking on anger.
“I’ve been reaching out to you all day. I could feel you but I
didn’t have access to you…I couldn’t access your mind.
Something is interfering. HOW are you keeping me out?”
“Ha!”
I laughed and sneered at the small victory. “You mean to tell me
you can’t just come into my dreams whenever you want to?”
He
flashed to me and grabbed me by my throat. “You drank their
blood?!” he raged in my face as he glared back and forth between my
now colorless eyes. “But you are mine!”
“I
am no one’s!” I yelled back as I ripped his hand from my neck and
pushed him away from me; the action utterly shocking Amun. “No one
owns me! No one will EVER own me!”
“A
piece of my very soul is inside of you,” he growled, quickly
recovering. “You are mine and you will do as I say. You will come
to me this night! I DEMAND IT!”
I
put my hands on my hips and smirked at him. “Demand away, Amun. I
don’t know what you’re expecting, but I’m not going to just
come crawling to whatever hole you’re off hiding in. You have no
control over me. Get used to it!”
“Oh,
I have plenty of control over you,” he sneered evilly as he took
another step toward me. “All those disgusting feelings of love and
desire you felt for that Day Walker…Archer? I put them there. I
made you dream of him, want him, make love to him… I made you want
to stay with him when you were so set on leaving. I couldn’t very
well allow you to leave and ruin all my plans! But in the end, you
betrayed me, Damu.
There will be a heavy price to pay for that. You were supposed to
stay, complete your change and then kill him and all his children.
Instead you drink his blood and pollute yourself?! You could have
been something great, something beautifully fierce and exquisitely
savage, but now you are just another common, pathetic Day Walker!”
I
felt my eyes flicker black as anger consumed me. “I’m not your
fucking toy, Amun! If you think you can force me to feel things and
do things for you, you have another thing coming. I’m going to
kill you for what you’ve done to me! As God is my witness, you
will DIE by MY hand!”
Amun
chuckled as he looked me up and down and then tsked. “Oh, my sweet
Nisiqtu…you
are still so headstrong. I believe I was wrong about you. You carry
my mark in your eyes. We are not so different after all, you and I.
You may be a Day Walker now, but the potential for greatness is still
there. The possibilities are endless now. There is so much we can
do to them now that you are one of them. They will never suspect-”
“Fuck
you!” I spat as I turned and walked away. I didn’t have to
listen to his bullshit. He may have pulled me into this dream but,
come hell or high water, I was going to walk out of it.
“You
have one week to come to me, Skye,” Amun yelled at my back. “If
you do not obey me, I will start killing your friends and family one
by one and I’ll start with that fiery girl who shares your home. I
believe I’ll sew her colorful skin into a new hat.”
I
whirled around, my eyes wide and fearful. “You lay one finger on
her and I’ll-”
“Silence!”
Amun roared angrily, his voice echoing loudly all around me. “Seven
days, Skye. And you had better be wearing the presents I left for
you when you come to me.”
Author Information:
J. L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing karaoke. She loves body art and is hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced tea.
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