Friday, July 12, 2019

Exclusive Excerpt: Albatross A Kendra Spark Novel by S. Peters-Davis


We checked-in for the connecting rooms Tressa had reserved for us, but on the elevator up to our floor, we decided to stay together in only one. I set my suitcase on the spare queen bed and grabbed the supplies required to call-in Jenna. A sage and lavender smudge to clear the room of negative energy and a white candle to hold the space in purified-light energy to guide Jenna back.
“Derek, would you mind if I take the room for a few minutes?” I grabbed my lighter before I closed the suitcase.
Derek dropped his suitcase next to mine. “The Jenna thing, right?”
I nodded, choosing not to give any more details.
“Okay, I’m going down to the wine bar and order us something light for dinner and a bottle of wine while you do your thing. Let me know when you’re finished.” He walked out and closed the door.
I lit the sage-lavender smudge and waved it around the room, and then struck a flame to the white pillar candle. Sitting on the edge of the bed near the nightstand where I set the candle, I took a few deep breaths and held my rose quartz pendant. “Jenna, come now,” I requested like a command. The stone quivered against my fingers and turned warm, but Jenna didn’t appear. I repeated the command three times, and the rose quartz vibrated for each request. But this time it became so cold I experienced pain in my hand and released it. The necklace chain swung, and the frosted gemstone hit against the cotton of my blouse.
Another vision tsunamied through my mind, paralyzing my movement as the same macabre scene of naked people played like a movie. A prickly sensation erupted across the sigil on my chest. If I reached out my hand, I could touch the woman’s thigh in front of me. Her legs were stretched apart and tied to a crazy contraption that held her hips in place for the man taking advantage of her exposed parts with his. Women and men, suspended and splayed in numerous positions, were secured to the oddly built frames. Some mechanized contraptions appeared to inflict pain or pleasure. The sounds and smells of the disturbing sex acts gagged me. Everywhere I looked, someone enjoyed getting off to the suffering of another. And then someone grabbed me from behind, a man because he shoved his hard part against my backside. He squeezed my breasts so hard I screamed, and everyone screamed in pleasure around me. Another man licked his lips in front of me, his long tongue forked like a snake, and then he ripped open the front of my pants and underwear. My body turned to molten, and I lost control of my mind, all inhibitions left the building. Maybe I fainted.
My body jerked, and my head snapped side to side. I opened my eyes to Derek’s concerned face hovering over me. I touched my cheek, which hurt like hell.
“My gods, Kendra, you went into a screaming fit. I couldn’t awaken you no matter how hard I shook you. I finally had to slap you, more than once. I’m so sorry.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me off the bed.
I sank onto the floor in front of him, conforming to his body, and ashamed of feeling so turned on by him after what I’d witnessed in the vision. But my body acted of its own accord, unrelentingly primed for intimacy.
“Is Jenna here?” Derek pulled back enough to tilt my face upward.
His question turned into a foggy memory as our gazes connected, warming every cell inside my body until all my womanly parts screamed for his touch. “I want you,” those words spewed from my lips, uncovering my deepest desires with sound. What the hells is happening? My body gravitated to his, grinding in an obvious wanton way, as though a puppet-master manipulated me by forces beyond my own.
He groaned and then crushed me to him. His lips captured mine, and his tongue explored, lighting a runway of no return.
Desperate for him, I peeled my clothes off while in the thralls of his kiss, and then with lips still linked, I helped him shed his clothing. Oh, my hells, I wanted everything from him. Now.
I pushed him to the floor and took it.

* * *


I woke to Kendra’s fingers wrapped around my rock-hard arousal. Carefully, finger by finger, I removed her grip and held my breath to keep from groaning. She slept like the dead, unmoving, but her slow and soft breathing confirmed she needed the rest. I climbed out of bed to hit the shower, even though my body persisted with its fired-up mode from our all-night sex-capade. Kendra had done things to me that I’d never experienced, and I did things to her that I’d never done nor knew I could. What a bizarre, sexy-as-hell night of intimacy. My head spun with snapshots of Kendra. I’d never closed my eyes, taking in every one of her positions and every intimate experience she’d prompted. I wanted her, my body electrified with need.
I turned and took in her sleeping form. Beautiful. A cold shower might tame the raging beast inside my head and between my legs. Hurry.

* * *


I awoke to the shower turning off. Sunlight laid a stripe across the bedspread from the crack between the curtains. I glanced at the clock, 9:30 a.m., and then sat straight up, remembering the play-by-play of what had happened with Derek as if watching a movie of someone else acting my part. A tremor shot down my body, and my female parts felt overused, raw, and yet, deprived. My face blazed as I recalled my lust-driven behavior. What the hell? But I couldn’t deny the gratification of every moment with Derek. How will he feel about me in the light of day?
Derek stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his protection medallion hanging from the leather cord against the sculpted muscles of his chest. “Hey, sunshine. How are you feeling this morning? A little abused maybe?” He snickered. “You taught me a few new things last night.” He wiggled his brows, and then his smoldering-blues slid lower to my exposed breasts.
My stomach churned at what he must think of me now. I’ve lost him.
He stepped to the bed and leaned over, gently kissing me and proving me wrong about losing him. “The shower is all yours. I’d offer to wash your back, but if I go in there with you, we’d be here all day, Sweeting,” he whispered against my ear, which fanned a fire inside my veins.
Sweeting. Goosebumps strolled up my arms chasing the heat-streams as I scrambled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
“Tressa set-up our appointment with Mr. and Mrs. James for eleven this morning. They’ll be coming to meet us at Coco’s, the restaurant behind the hotel. We can walk over there when it’s time. I have a few calls to make to the team.”
I’d hesitated at the bathroom doorway long enough to listen, but as soon as Derek went silent, the embarrassment of my nakedness ruled. I shuffled the rest of the way into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The uninhibited me from last night took a total nosedive and concern for Jenna flooded my thoughts. Where are you, Jenna?
I half-expected Jenna to disrupt my shower like she’d done so many times in the past when she had to share information that couldn’t wait. Something happened to her, or she would have answered my call. Those horrific visions had meaning. My intuition squeezed the insides of my chest as if I could sense the desperation within Jenna.
It only took seconds to towel dry, and then I opened the door and glanced around the room. Derek had left. The uneaten food trays he’d ordered and the uncorked bottle of wine still set on the dresser-refrigerator unit. No wonder I’m famished. I grabbed my clothes and personal stuff to finish getting ready in the bathroom.
When I stepped back into the main room, Derek stood at the window staring outside. Without looking at me, he said, “We need to talk.”
“Yes, we do.” I had to tell him about my visions, and my feeling that Jenna was in trouble.
He strode across the room and took my hand, guiding me to the edge of the bed. “Sit. I promise not to take advantage of you like you did to me last night.” He grinned.
I gasped, mortified.
“I’m kidding, Kendra.” He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him. “Please, sit. Let’s talk.”
I didn’t sit but instead explained my terrifying visions. How I’d gotten attacked in the last one. How he’d rescued me from it when he slapped me.
He remained expressionless and said nothing.
So, I continued telling him how I’d experienced utter abandonment of my inhibitions, and how my body seemed to have a wanton-filled mind of its own. “I couldn’t have stopped myself last night if I’d wanted to. As if someone crawled inside me and took over my thoughts and my body.” My mouth dropped open on automatic. “Oh, my gods.” No, it couldn’t be. “I need to call Lisa and ask her about possession. What if an entity possessed me last night? What if it’s still inside me?”
Derek’s eyes snapped wide, and his lips pressed together so tight they disappeared. His inadequate attempt at holding back laughter failed, it escaped anyway. “Are you telling me someone else made you have sex with me?” He laughed so hard tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. “Or was I actually having sex with someone other than you inside your body?” He cranked up the laughter.
I rolled my eyes. “I know how it sounds, especially because I’m…well, I wanted you…I mean, I loved last night, even though I didn’t feel in control of anything that my body did to you.”
“You mean that you did to me.” Another round of laughter erupted from the funny guy.
I ignored it. “You said you learned new things from me. Well, I learned new things from me too. How do you explain that?”
“Hey, you’re a romance author, and you do research on sex-play. Am I close?” His brows rose like he was on to something. “I’m all in. Anything you want to try on me for research?” He tilted his head and arched a brow. “Or just for fun? I will never fight it.” He grinned and then chuckled. “I’m an open-minded kind-of-guy when it comes to you.”
A frustrated sigh freed some of my pent-up anxiety. “Not sure what you mean by the open-minded comment, but I’m serious about the visions, and I’m sure Jenna’s in trouble. I still want to call Lisa.”
“You have some time before we meet the James’. Do you want me to leave the room while you make the call?” His grin eased into a warm smile. “I’m sorry for joking with you. But, I’m not sorry for making you blush.” He got up from the bed and drew me into his arms with a tight embrace. “I’ve fallen hard for you, woman. I can safely say I’m drowning.”

His whispered words slid through my body like a bolt of lightning. “Me too. Thank goodness I’m a good swimmer.”

Albatross A Kendra Spark Novel
Kendra Spark Series 
Book Three
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Supernatural, Paranormal, Suspense-Romance

Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.

Date of Publication: June 1, 2019

ISBN-10: 0228608910
ISBN-13: 978-0228608912

Number of pages: 210
Word Count: 60,200

Cover Artist: Michelle Lee

Tagline: A cold-case investigation ends in facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a spirit.”

Book Description:

Kendra Spark, Derek Knight, and “ghosty” Jenna Powers, members of an FBI special task force, investigate a cold-case and end up facing the ultimate psychopaths, a highly-accredited police director gone crime lord and a beautiful malevolent “albatross of a spirit.” Both want Kendra for her unique abilities but might settle for Jenna instead.

Derek stops at nothing to keep Kendra and Jenna safe, but what if the worst-case scenario happens, an unstoppable villain and villainess of the dark plane that picks the earth plane as their stomping ground?

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About the Author:

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

As DK Davis, she also writes YA and NA paranormal, supernatural novels that involve diverse and mature subject matter.

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