I’m thrilled to reveal the cover for the first novella in the Deamhan universe.
Kei. Family Matters, takes place shortly after the first novel, Deamhan. After being dethroned as head Deamhan in Minneapolis, Kei travels south, looking for the only person he feels would help him in his plan to retake the city. He’s vulgar, unconcerned, and downright uncontrollable because in the end, he believes that he’s the only one can secure his future.
**Kei. Family Matters is free for subscribers starting December 2nd, 2013. The coupon code will be in December’s newsletter**
Kellie Dennis from Book Cover By Design did an amazing job on the cover! I really admire her work and if you haven’t, I suggest checking out her site.
Kei. Family Matters
Deamhan Tales #1
Cover: Kellie Dennis. Book Cover By Design
Release Date: December 2nd, 2013
Format: E-book (Exclusive Print)
For decades, I singularly helped strengthen the Deamhan in Minneapolis, and made sure that all the vampires feared us. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, Lugat – I looked out for everyone. No one before me had the guts to stand up to the humans and vampires like I did. If it weren’t for me, Deamhan would’ve left that city in fear a long time ago.
Everything was fine until my sibling, Selene, arrived. She released my sire, Lucius, from Limbo, and all hell broke loose. They massacred my supporters and dethroned me. Now, with his minions rallying behind Lucius like he’s their messiah, Selene and he chase me to the ends of the earth. They erroneously believe that by capturing me, they will exact justice from me for my crimes.
Little do they know that nothing can keep me away from Minneapolis, the city I built from the ground up. I’m going nowhere. The city belongs to me, Kei; and only I can redeem it.
Moving in breakneck speed, I grabbed the knife and phone from her grasp and threw them to the ground. I did all of this before she had the chance to blink. Her mouth widened enough to catch flies, showing a side of fear in humans that I loved seeing.
“See what I did there Bobbi?”
Shell-shocked, she didn’t reply.
“I know you saw it. Tell me you saw it.” I wanted to hear her say it but she didn’t speak a word.
“I can make you into what I am. I can make you immortal. You’ll be fast, strong, and unafraid of anyone and anything.”
“What?” She spoke in a high squealed voice.
“I can make you immortal. It’s easy really.” I paused. “Well, actually it isn’t. Some humans don’t survive the transformation.” I scanned her. “But you look suitable I guess. So, you want me to?”
She screamed and lashed out at me. She drove her fingernails into my skin, creating long scratch marks that healed immediately. Angered, I grabbed her by her arm and easily tossed her across the kitchen. Her back smacked against the fridge and she fell to the floor.
“I guess I can’t make you.” I walked over to her. “Stupid move, Bobbi. If someone offered immortality to me, I’d take it in a heartbeat.” I knelt beside her and she lazily raised her head.
“Well, actually I did and I don’t have a heartbeat.” I slipped my hand underneath her chin and raised her head. “I’ll give you a second chance, that’s it. Bobbi, do you want to be immortal?” I’ve sired plenty humans in my time; too many to count, and not once did I regret doing so. Each human served me in different ways. Nashoba was my getaway card. Bobbi would be my…well, maybe she could be my extra pair of eyes while I remained town, if she awoke from her transformation in time. The more humans a Deamhan sired, the more support they had, even if Deamhan weren’t known to be reliable. Broken bonds didn’t matter.
I waited for her to throw herself at the offer but instead she opened her mouth and she screamed again.
And again. And again.
She wailed, trying to move her body away from mine. Tears poured down her face. She moved my hand away from her face and she raised herself up by using the fridge as support.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”
I stood up slowly. “I didn’t say anything about hurting you. I asked you if you want to be immortal. Are you not listening?”
She tried to run by me, but I blocked her way. She moved to the left and I followed her.
“I have money. It’s in my room. Just please don’t kill me.”
“I don’t want your money.” I exhaled loudly and grinded my teeth.
“Please, just go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
This turned into a cat and mouse chase and frankly, I was bored with repeating myself. I reached out, grabbed her by her scraggly hair, and pulled back, yanking with such force that I heard her neck snap. I let go and her body fell to the floor like a limp noodle.
Standing over her, I took the time to admire my handy work until I realized that I had just killed a potential meal.
“Damn it Bobbi,” I snarled as I kicked her corpse. “Look what you made me do.”