Today’s post is a very fun and exciting one. My good writer friend Keri Lake has a new book! You can read it. You should read it. How can you not want to? Just check out the smoulder!! In en effort to convince you to give Soul Resurrected a try (and once you’re hooked, you can pick up the first book Soul Avenged), Keri’s made The Raven’s Quill a stop on her blog tour. Check out a quick review, listen to the soundtrack that inspired some fan-waving scenes, then read an excerpt:
Whenever I hear that Keri Lake has a new novel coming out, I do a happy dance. Ever since I read Halos: Somnium, Keri has made the jump to my Top 10 author list, and with each successive book, she keeps climbing the ranks. Soul Resurrected jumped her up two or three rungs. A sexy tale with a lot of heart, Soul Resurrected picks up where Soul Avenged left off, moving away from Aiden and Kane to tell the story of Wrath brother, Logan:
As Wrath’s fiercest son, Logan carries the scars of fifty years spent in the most dreaded prison of the underworld, for a sin he’d kill to keep secret. Enduring decades of gruesome torture has left Logan feared by and detached from others, until a female Alexi’s blood resurrects his soul from death and, with it, the pleasures he’s been denied for so long.
Plagued by shame of her own, Calla is drawn to the ruthless demon, Logan, whose insatiable craving for her touch rouses buried passions and, for once, leaves her feeling desired.
A dark and dangerous evil has been reawakened, however, and when Calla is drawn too close to its breeding grounds, Logan vows to summon the violence of Wrath in order to keep her safe. First, though, Calla must save him from a past riddled with deceit and corruption … but only if she can accept the chilling consequences of unearthing his vilest skeleton.
I could not put this book down. Trust me, I tried. I had to go to work! But the Kindle stayed on until the last possible moment and snapped back on the second my day was over. I was sad when it ended, until I realised: this novel lingers. The sign of a great book! Even now, certain songs will come on the radio and I’ll have flashbacks to my favourite scenes, to the intense emotions that fly off the page and work into the heart until I felt what the characters felt. And the best part? I know that right now, possibly this minute, Keri’s hard at work on Book 3: Soul Enslaved, which tells Gavin’s story. The series is far from over and I couldn’t be happier.
To give added depth and texture to the world of Wrath, Keri hosts the soundtracks to all over her works in progress on her site. I asked her to talk a little bit about why. She answered:
This is always my favorite post to write because my playlist is essential to my writing. I cannot get in the zone without those couple minutes in the morning that I sip my coffee and listen to my music. It sets the tone.
For Soul Resurrected, I had two very damaged characters colliding. I don’t happen to walk around with all the anger that Logan sports, so I found I had to get inside his head in order to write him. For me, the easiest way to do that is music. Deftones and Nine Inch Nails were just a couple of the bands I listened to in order to figure out what makes this guy tick. He has a pretty disturbing past that I can’t exactly wake up at 4 a.m. and jump right into.
Believe it or not, Logan’s character didn’t exist in the first draft of Soul Avenged. I’d fleshed out the other six brothers and had begun my first round of edits when a song from my playlist popped up, You’ve Seen the Butcher by the Deftones, and forced me to listen. Not to the song. To the deep and powerful voice that was growing louder by the minute. As I read through the scene, set in the dark streets of Detroit where lycan wolves were on the prowl, a shadowed figure emerged—all smooth killer and no bullshit attitude. Unapologetic. He matched the psychotic character the song brings to mind every time I hear it. And so, Logan came to be.
And Soul Resurrected is his story.
In fact, I have a completely different playlist for each of my books, if you’d like to check them out HERE.
And now, with the music in your head, I present the excerpt from Soul Resurrected:
Some lives just weren’t worth the trouble of saving …
The dark room swallowed Logan, as he lay sprawled on his bed—just as he’d been left after ditching his date with death. A stomach-turning sensation of thickened skin and tingles swathed his body, closing in on him, phantom sensations crawling over his flesh that kept him awake. Every five minutes or so, he willed an arm or a leg to move. No go.
Shadows danced across the wall on the occasions that one of the Catatones guarding the mansion passed through the floodlight below his window. He focused on them only because his neck had been propped in that direction and he had no choice. Good thing, though. She had been assigned to watch over him and slept somewhere beyond his periphery, the reminder heating his blood every time her sleepy moan drifted across the room.
The fury could’ve split him right down the middle.
Her blood ran through him—pumping in his veins, feeding his heart, keeping him alive.
The woman who’d gotten him stabbed with Demortis, the only element capable of taking down a demon, now swam through his body as the only element capable of saving him. Her blood. Pure. Probably the closest he’d ever come to being righteous.
The irony was enough to leave him scratching his own eyeballs out of his head—that is, if he could reach the damn things. Like a bitch slap from the gods, who probably sat around drinking beers over the shit, poking fun at him.
The side effect of returning from the dead?
Feeling like the fucking dead.
Logan tightened his lip, wishing he could kick his own ass for being so stupid. Not like he’d had to save her or anything. Hell, being a demon meant being the exception to human rules.
And being a son of Wrath meant never having to play by any species’ rules.
Yet for some reason, one lodged so deep inside his brain he couldn’t even begin to explain, he’d felt the need to intervene. Not so much for her sake, but because the little prick trying to rape her had taken a jab at the psychopath buried in Logan’s bones. Taunted him.
Then finally tripped his kill-switch.
Yeah, that’s what Logan told himself, anyway, because no other excuse could possibly justify why he couldn’t stir a single muscle in his body for anything having to do with her—Calla. The girl they’d picked up at some underground party, so high on Shine she’d have probably let every one of the brothers have a go at her if they’d been the ravaging bastardly types.
Lucky for her they weren’t.
“Should’ve walked away,” he muttered, his voice the only part of his body he could control.
A zing of pain shot through Logan’s feet, flexing them into an unnatural, paralyzed position. “Ah, shit!” Hadn’t his feet been numb just seconds ago?
Not even forcing his muscles to relax shook the sting away, one like a strike to the level of his bones, as if they shattered with impact.
He held his breath and clenched his teeth while the pain crept up his leg. “Motherfucker!” He spoke past gritted teeth, keeping his voice low to keep from rousing his babysitter, but damn, his back arched like one of those tetanus-infected bastards, his eyes squinting so hard they could’ve popped backward into his brain.
Black smoke curled behind his lids, and a deep laughter mocked him as the agony reached his spine. Trembling in the bed, Logan clamped his mouth shut and allowed the convulsions to run through him.
He’d known pain—gut-turning, put-me-out-of-my-fucking-misery pain. Nothing compared to what wracked him at that moment, as if nightmares could invade the body and inflict injury. The burn, like molten lava oozing in his veins, seeped into his every cell, searing him from the inside. Sweat trickled down his temple at the same time as a chill burst deep inside his bones and swept through his limbs, leaving behind a wake of nausea.
That black smoke carried the familiar sensation he’d felt once or twice in his life—from the quick witted son of a bitch that brought the toughest demon males to their knees: absolute death. Stygius. The place in the underworld from where no soul ever returned.
With shallow panting breaths, he allowed the blackness worming its way into his mind to take over as something dark and wicked laid claim.
All Logan could do was let it take him.
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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.
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Keri-Lake/e/B006VY7EM6