Bound Series
Book One
AM Hudson
Genre: New Adult/Paranormal
Publisher: AM Hudson
Date of Publication: April 20, 2015
Cover Artist: AM Hudson
Book Description:
Elora can speak to the dead, but she has an affinity with the undead.
Born of immortal blood, her curse not set to trigger until around her twenty-fifth year, she was sent away to remain unaware of and hidden from the world of magic. And from vampires. But after Elora befriends the cocky, self-loving Ric Mason, she discovers secrets about him and his distant link to her family that reshape her entire world.
A dark, sexy three-book series that will have you screaming for more...
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Excerpt:
In my state of
distraction, I hadn’t noticed how far into the prison we’d walked. I passed the
other tour group on my way out, trying really hard not to advise a few people
to check over their shoulders, and when I reached the yard, I stopped dead. A
wide space of black grass, darkened by the absence of the orange lights and by
the high cream wall, stared back at me, empty and oddly quiet. Usually, there
were other groups lingering after their tours, but tonight … no one. Nothing.
Not even flashes of torchlight showing the whereabouts of the rent-a-cops.
A cold shiver
passed over me, pushing the summer heat away from the thick walls behind me.
I put my head
down and brought my shoulders up, making myself as small as possible, casting
my eyes to the glowing streetlight outside the prison gates. A hundred paces
across the yard, that’s all that stood between me and freedom. A hundred paces
through almost pitch darkness. A hundred paces past four ghosts that just made
themselves visible to me, knowing I could see them.
They all looked
up as I stepped out onto the grass, their eyes falling on the tight fist of
fear in my chest. My heart raced as each step drew me closer, and I tried to
remind myself that they had no physical power. They couldn't actually hurt me.
I hoped.
Tales of horror,
of the tortures and other atrocities that led these murderers to prison, filled
my head as I walked between them. I could feel the hairs stick up on the back
of my neck as another one came up behind me. I wasn’t sure who it was, but his
energy felt dark and menacing. Every cell in my body screamed at me to turn
around and just take one look. But if I did, or if I ran, they’d know I was
afraid and they’d feed on that—they’d follow me, most likely outside the prison
walls and to my car. If I let them think they had no power over me, they might
let me be once I reached the gates.
My breath
hitched and my stride shortened as I quickened my pace. I hugged my chest,
holding tight to the keys, but as I my heart leaped forward, just six steps
away from the gates, my hand went loose for no reason and the keys dropped to
the ground. The clunk didn't register until I stepped outside the prison walls
and as I spun around to look back at the shiny metal cluster—a few steps away
into the pitch blackness I’d just walked through—the spirits closed in,
standing shoulder to shoulder. No faces now. No form. Just wavering pulses of
light. They hovered there just in front of the keys as if challenging me to cross
the threshold back into the prison.
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Some of her works include: The Dark Secrets Series (complete), and Willa Wicked.
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