Cover Reveal ~ The Devil’s Hand Series by S. Zanne ~ (Book Trailer + Excerpt)
DRAWING DEAD
Devin endured Hell for a long, long time and has come out literally a changed man. Now a demon, he hunts for the one thing that can make him remember something of what it was to be human—however unfortunate that might be for his prey.
He stumbles upon James Goodman, who tugs at the nearly extinguished memories. The pair enter into a relationship that evolves into something more as Devin grooms James for his pleasure.
Though Devin is a demon and James merely human, who holds the power in their relationship is in question, and, in the end, who holds the winning hand may surprise them both.
Months later, Devin is imprisoned and James remains reluctant to face him. Torn and conflicted, he’s still reeling from the experience of living at the side and in the bed of the man his family has spent several lifetimes hunting.
James tries to find solace in the bosom of his family, but it leaves him dissatisfied and wanting, unable to fulfill the newly born cravings even he's not sure he understands. Finally forced to serve his stint as Devin's jailer, James returns to the place of Devin's imprisonment, only to find his confusion grow with every day he spends with Devin.
And Devin may not be entirely out of cards.
Unbeknownst to the Goodman family, Devin’s influence extends far beyond the ten- by twelve-foot room in which he's confined.
James comes to the realization that perhaps his great-grandfather's plan hadn't been for the family to save Devin after all, but instead to repay a debt owed—a soul for a soul.
Release Day: July 19th
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Excerpt
HE HAD BEEN human once.
Once, a long time ago… so they told him. They said he had a family, people who cared about him, loved him.
That was what they said when they wanted him to suffer.
Sometimes he thought he remembered sorrow, that sharp stab that tore through his insides when they told him these things, but he was not so sure anymore. It was difficult to feel much of anything now.
He knew with certainty they were lying. But, truth or lie, it did not matter much after so long.
With every blink, every breath, time passed. Time was a puzzle in this realm, twisting around his fingers like a cat’s cradle, spilling like marbles from his hands. Every yesterday was tomorrow, and every tomorrow was already gone, hissing away like smoke on the breeze. There was only now, the unceasing, never-ending reality of this particular moment.
This moment alone could last eons. That was why they called it Hell.
Tall… so tall… soft black hair falling across the brow and eyes that shifted color like the sea—from a hard, sun-bright blue to the darker reflection of a storm-clouded sky; these were the things that called to him.
They told him this was what his husband had looked like, the husband they told him he once had. He did not think he should believe them because lies were the very air they breathed—spoon-fed like bitter drops of poison, trying to make him hurt, trying to make him feel.
Trying to see if he was still touched by human anguish.Book Trailer:
About the author
Call her ZANNE. She lives in beautiful, sunny Southern California, which is ironic since she tends to avoid the sun like it might incinerate her on the spot. While her colleagues often refer to her job as zookeeping, the technical title is actually middle school teacher. Misfit Prophets Beneath a Bankrupt Sky was her first published novel and her short story “Persephone Is Bleeding” was published in the Hungry Hearts anthology with Inkstained Succubus Press.
S. ZANNE can be found at:
Website: http://lvfp.tripod.com/zanneiam/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/zanneiam
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