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Wednesday 20 February 2013


Today I am hosting Keri Lake, who is celebrating the release of her new novel


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I have asked Keri to share the hopes and dreams of her main character, Ayden, with us today.

The silhouette of Detroit’s skyline stood off in the distance, seemingly quiescent from where Ayden sat perched on a rotted plank of wood, staring through the broken glass.  The city’s fingerprint in the world with it’s jagged spires that cut through the night, looked as normal as any other city from her view. 

Smoke rose from one of the buildings below—set ablaze to burn the remains of the lycans she’d killed earlier in the evening. The winter breeze, carrying the scent of sulfur and burning wood, seeped in through the opening, brushing against her face like a phantom.  Sensations of hot and cold were imperceptible.  Like being numb all the time.

Rustling from behind caught her attention. 

She swiveled around to a stand, her dagger propped beneath Gavin’s chin.

He cocked a brow.  “Nice to see you too.”

Her muscles sagged and she replaced the dagger back at her hip.  “I thought you guys had left.”

“You disappear after every fight.  Just curious to see what you do after killing lycans all night.”

Ayden smirked.  “Not much.”  She crouched on the plank once more and glanced up at him.  “Don’t you have a female waiting on you?”

Gavin stepped on the plank, gave a light bounce as if testing its strength, then crouched beside her.  “I’ve got a few minutes,”—he grinned—“want to get a drink?”

Shaking her head, Ayden turned her attention back toward the cityscape.  “Think I’m just going to hang here for a while.”

“What is it with you and these old abandoned places?”  He looked around.  “Shithole looks like it’s going to collapse to the ground any minute.”

Walls had been stripped of anything valuable enough to sell, leaving ragged sections of crumbled drywall with blackened studs peeking through.  Debris littered the floor—a dusty coating that covered the black grime beneath.  Glittering specks of broken glass peeked like stars across the weathered floorboards, reflecting moon’s light.

Ayden shrugged.  “I guess they just have a way of making me feel welcome.”

He knocked her shoulder lightly.  “You know you’re always welcome.”

“In your bed.”  Her tone was flat.

“Well, that’s a given.”

A chuckle escaped her.  “Someday I’d like to fix up one of these places.  You know, make it really dramatic.  Make it acceptable to the world again.  Just like any other building.”

“Are we talking about abandoned buildings or you?”  His grin left dimples in his cheek.

“The building.”  Ayden rolled her eyes.  “I’ve given up on trying to make myself like everyone else.”

“Personally,”—Gavin tipped his head—“I’m glad you’re not like everyone else.  That’d sure as fuck be boring.”

“So you’re admitting that I put the excitement in your life.”

“More than you know.”

A smile tugged at her lip.  “Careful now.  There might come a day when I take you up on that mating proposal.”

Gavin’s gaze fell toward the floor and he stood up from his crouch.  He crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes trailed to Ayden.  “I know better.”  A quick glance out the window and they were on hers again.  “You love this shit too much.”  His fingertips brushed her cheek and he turned toward the mutilated door across the room.  “Don’t be a stranger,” he said over his shoulder.

Ayden sniffed and twisted back to the window view.  It was true.  She lived for killing lycans.  And the ruins of the city would always be home.


Ice water.
The frigid sensation sliced through Ayden’s veins, leaving a numb trail in its wake as she stepped through the remains of the abandoned factory—one of many havens for the crack addicts and prostitutes. The old Packard Plant had become no more than a ghostly haunt for tormented souls.
Shitholes were cropping up everywhere, much more rapidly than ever before. Detroit, once a thriving city, brought to ruins. Gray and lifeless like the suffocating overcast that loomed during daylight.
A vile stench assaulted her nose, a potent blend of piss, sex and rotted meat, as garbage crunched beneath her boots. Foundation had collapsed all around where she stood, crumbled as if the building would fold into the depths of hell.
The graffiti spattering the walls gave the impression that gangs were the real threat—‘We don’t die, we multiply.’
Right. Like gangs own any part of this city, anymore.
A Beretta, loaded with silver bullets and a silver parrying dagger rested at one of Ayden’s hips, a silver bullwhip at another, as she moved past comatose bodies and decaying corpses.
Feeding grounds, like a bait pile.
Deadened eyes slowly tracked her movement in the darkness, squinting, as though craving the light that hers didn’t need to see. Humans so strung out on drugs, they failed to recognize the half-eaten carrion were once their own kind.
Not that knowing would stop them. They’d apparently chosen to face danger rather than kick their addiction, roaming the streets every night in search of their next high.
They were already dead. Death just hadn’t come to collect yet.
The blissful sigh of a hopped-up junkie reached her ears. She snarled her lip. “Enjoy it while it lasts, asshole.”
It’d be one thing if they were homeless. Hell, she might’ve fired a warning shot to evacuate.
The homeless didn’t come here, though.
Neither did the police—making it the perfect spot to get wasted and hustle some money.
Shots fired would’ve been nothing more than a momentary distraction before their minds slipped back into their ignorant state of euphoria.
Screw ‘em.
For any other girl, the place promised very bad things—an opportunity for a sadist to live out wild fantasies without ever getting caught.
For Ayden? Humans posed no threat. Their fragile bodies would shred like paper dolls against the work of her hands. Luckily for them, she sought something else to sate her thirst for bloodshed, something far more threatening than their most psychopathic criminal—and she’d tracked it right to the surrounding cornucopia of human flesh.
A thin, black mesh hoodie beneath her jacket concealed her face while the shiny black leather covering her body acted as a beacon in the moon’s light.
Full moon.
It didn’t matter.
Contrary to the fairytales and movies, they didn’t need a full moon to change.
Werewolves, some called them—like a supernatural Bigfoot on the loose. Nothing more than fodder for the tabloids, not to be taken seriously.
Lycans is how those ‘in the know’ referred to them.
The bastards could transform at will. In the middle of the day, if they wanted. Though, like a true predator, they’d evolved throughout the centuries, eluding humans by hunting them at night, catching their prey in their most vulnerable state.
Ayden reached a door in a darkened corner. The stubborn panel held stiff against the push of her palm, giving way only beneath one heave backed by exceptional strength. Beyond, a spiral of stairs wound above and below. Visuals flashed through her mind as she imagined the stairwell bustling with men in suits who passed each other with carefree visages—every one of them ghosts that roamed the destruction.
A quick scan showed no movement.
She tipped her head back and inhaled the repugnant scent the beasts had left behind.
They’re close.
Her feet took light steps, hardly making a sound against the concrete as she descended further into the pit of hell otherwise known as the lycan’s lair.
With each step, she wished her heart would pound wildly in her chest, or that her pulse rate would surge—both human reactions to fear. Neither of them did.
What fragments of her human soul remained had been stripped bare the night the Alexi made her one of their own. Even that, as tortuous as the unrelenting pain that seared through her body while it underwent its transformation, was a memory she could hardly summon anymore. Only a silent blackness dwelled in the place where snapshots of her life would have roamed free, a void that she couldn’t see beyond, separating her present from past.
She’d become one of them: an Alexi soldier. A cold and remorseless killer designed to eradicate in one sweep.
A noise piqued her sensitive ears.
Two flights below.
It could’ve been the skittering feet of a mouse beating against her skull like a base drum.

The thirst for blood moved like a dark storm cloud through her veins, a mix of raw adrenaline and something else—the something that came with her transformation.
Her feet moved on impulse, carrying her closer to whatever it was, rendering it nothing more than a thread-width away from its death.  
In the corner of a landing, he sat hunched over on himself, body convulsing.
A grin skated across her face as she approached her first kill of the night.

Keri Lake's Author Bio:

Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan.  She writes paranormal romance, urban fantasy and loves a good, tragic love story.  Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction whenever distraction manages to suck her in to the Land of Shiny Things.
When she isn’t toiling away on plots and protagonists, she enjoys reading, music and travel.  If she could create mystical powers for herself, she’d have the ability to flash to anywhere in the world.  And if she could flash to anywhere in the world at this very moment, she’d be staring at the ocean from her adirondack chair on the shores of North Carolina.

You can find Keri here:  

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Ciara said...

Looks like a good Lycan story. Love the cover

Kathi said...

Another excellent little bit to give us a further glimpse at Ayden.

Keri Lake said...

Thanks so much for hosting a tour stop!

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