Sunday Snippet: Fire Kissed by Erin Kellison

One of my favorite people in the world is Erin. When I saw her at the beginning of the month she read an excerpt from her upcoming book Fire Kissed (which is amazing and the review will be coming) I told her I had to have that as a snippet. So here it is. BTW Fire Kissed comes out on July 3rd. 

Contrary to myth, angels were not meant to fly. Jack was sure of it, though he had to allow that the commissioned jet was comfortable enough. Soft, white leather seats, a serene view of the limitless sky, a chilled beverage in his hand, and still he preferred the sweet dirt and brambling growth of solid earth. His last tour had been conducted on horseback.

Ms. Brand, however, looked completely at ease hurtling through the atmosphere with nary a care. She wore a dress, if one could call it that, and though the blue cloth fell to her knee, it snugged her figure in a dangerous wraparound that fastened at her waist. He’d seen heeled shoes on the aristocracy of many a time, but Ms. Brand’s were ridiculously high, accentuating the curve of her arches. Altogether, she had the polish of a wealthy woman and the reckless simmer of a fire mage.

The mage families would be intrigued.

Imagining Kaye Brand set aflame, he could not fault humankind for once worshipping mages as gods, but he took exception to the mages encouraging such behavior. They were as mortal as any other, though their blood was irredeemably tainted.

And if she did play both sides? Jack had already considered that very likely prospect. His work would be made more difficult, that’s all. As always, he would persevere. There was too much at stake to do otherwise.

“So why Washington, D.C.?” Kaye took a sip from her glass. Whereas he’d asked for lemon water, she’d requested a glass of white wine. In the morning. To accompany a little blue pill.

He knew she had a headache, but this felt like more of a provocation.

He was already irritated, and they had a few more hours in flight.

Good thing he had work to do. He reached for his laptop to review a dossier on wraith capture and holding techniques prepared by the Segue Institute. Long ago, humanity could do little about scourges like wraiths upon the earth. But technology is its own kind of magic, and Adam Thorne of the Segue Institute set the standard where the Otherworld was concerned.

“We have a meeting in the D.C. area to work out the details of your reintroduction to magekind.” Jack powered up the laptop and waited for the machine to blink to life. There was more to the meeting than that. Much more.

“As I’m the mage, don’t you think you’d better run your plans by me first?”  Her voice was a smooth and lazy drawl. She took another sip.

Jack wondered again why The Order was trusting this woman. She needed sobering. If she was going to have any dealings with her fellow mages, she needed to be sharp, smart, or at the very least, lucid.  To that end, he said, “I’ve also arranged an introduction to a pureblood mage. We’re trying to recruit him as well.”

Instead she looked bored. “There’s no such thing as a pureblood.”

He selected his file, tapped in his password. Took on her uninterested tone. “Don’t you claim one in your Brand family line?”

“Like a thousand years ago.” Another sip. Careless. No, reckless.

And her line went much farther back than that.

She would set down her glass; he’d make her. “And it’s impossible that another should walk this fair earth?”

The mage once known as Shadowman and now called Khan had finally agreed to the meeting that Jack had proposed weeks ago. Khan was new to the world, and as far as The Order knew, he had no dealings with magekind.

“I suppose it’s possible.” She rotated the glass between her fingertips, regarding the gold liquid spinning in the cup.

“It’s fact,” he said. Text filled the screen, accompanied by thumbnail images. If he clicked on one, the image would expand to fill the screen. With such records in place, Jack doubted that wraiths or the fae or even magekind would ever be considered myth and legend again.

“So there’s a pureblood,” Ms. Brand said with a shrug. And another sip. “What is the essence of her umbra?”

Umbra, an old mage word for the Shadow power they wielded. The fact that they used it like humanity and The Order used the word soul had always bothered him.

“His umbra,” Jack corrected. She’d set down her glass if he had to take it from her.

“His, then.” She was irritated now. Not good enough. He wanted her serious.

Jack gave her his full attention for impact. “Life and death.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Before his transformation from fae to mortal, he was commonly known to the Western world as the Grim Reaper.” That ought to do it.

“You’re going to introduce me to the Grim Reaper?”

“Yes.” Jack smiled. He was having a little fun now. Who would have thought?

And then he sobered. Ms. Brand did indeed set down her glass, but not before quaffing its contents first.

Fire Kissed is book 1 in the Shadow Kissed series.

 Fae Fire

It is Kaye Brand’s power to wield. But outcast from her kind, she’s been selling herself to the highest bidder– – money for her survival in exchange for a magic glimpse into the flames of the future.

Angel Ice

One of the angelic Order, Jack Bastian has no use for a female like Kaye, as provocative and unexpected as her blazing beauty. Yet he has no choice but to hire her to uncover the secrets of his sworn enemy and her former fiancé, Ferrol Grey.

Magekind

War is inevitable between the defenders of the Order and the mage houses who threaten to engulf the world in Shadow. For Jack, mage-born Kaye is off limits, no matter how hot the impossible attraction between them. But in the coming darkness, beset by danger and desire, everything is about to change . . .