Sweet Venom
(A Venin Assassin Novel)
By Gena D. Lutz
Blurb:
My name is Cassis Dark, and I am a Spider Venin. My bite is venomous and can paralyze a man within seconds of exposure, and if I choose, it can kill.
As a teenager, I was sold into slavery by my stepmother. As a newly freed woman, I fight to protect the innocent from a world of pain with which I'm all too familiar.
The evils that stalk the night aren’t all human. Good thing for their intended victims…neither am I.
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Excerpts
Boots invaded my line of sight. My gaze swept upward, past tight
blue jeans, over a black t-shirt stretched taut across a hard chest, and
settled on Jake’s handsome face. He was smiling at me, and I found it
impossible not to smile back. With a watchful eye, his gaze moved over my
shoulder toward Punch Drunk then immediately returned with the same magnetic,
unwavering grin.
My pulsed ratcheted up several beats, and heat surged through me
as I tampered down the urge to reach out and push the straggling tress of hair
that was falling into his eye and brushing across his chiseled cheekbone back
behind his ear with the rest of his thick black mane.
He continued to stare at me.
My fingers twitched at my side.
Finally, I said, “Are you following me or something?”
Not such a terrible scenario if I were to be honest. It’s just the
timing was way off for a quick romp with a yummy wolf.
He gave me a curious look. “I’m pretty sure I mentioned I’d be
swinging by here after my set.”
Oh yeah, he had mentioned something to that effect. I shrugged and
stepped to the side, out of his way, and waved a hand sideways. “Then by all
means, don’t let me hold you up.”
He didn’t move, which I found rude considering I’d been rather
polite—not the normal look I went for. His smile broadened, showing the tips of
his canines. Even in his human form they were sharp and pointy.
“Cassis, I’ve missed you,” Ice said, and immediately pulled the
trigger.
My legs carried me sideways as the bullet sliced through the air,
grazing my cheek. A line of blood crawled down my face, but I didn’t feel a
thing.
Keri’s braid moved suddenly, shooting forward like a whip. It flew
in a quick, fluid motion, extending to around six or seven feet long. With
exquisite precision, the stinger hit its mark, sinking deep within Edge’s chest.
Edge’s shocked stare fell to the twisted braid protruding from his
body. As he realized what had happened to him, I witnessed true fear blossom in
his eyes.
He shook his head, and wheezed, “No.”
“The bigger they are…” Keri began.
It only took a couple of seconds for the scorpion venom to work
its way through the blood stream, dropping the oversized hellhound like a sack
of potatoes to the hardwood floor.
“The harder they fall,” she finished, sounding pleased with
herself.
I jumped back to my feet. The fangs in my mouth elongating, I
could taste the venom welling at the tips. Violence and mayhem infused the air
around me, spurring my arachnid instincts on.
Ice’s stare widened. It was the first time I’d ever seen him
sweat. Normally, he was all cock and crow. For me, this was a far better look
on him.
The next gunshot startled me out of thought. The bullet lodged
deep inside my shoulder—that time I felt the slow burn of pain as it sizzled
down my arm.
About The Author
Gena D. Lutz lives in the blistering heat of Arizona with her husband, four kids, and two high-maintenance dogs Chihuahua and an Australian shepherd. When she is not busy writing, Lutz can be found watching the classics, like Charmed and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, marathon style. Lutz
enjoys reading, riding horses, and playing poker, and she looks forward to the day she can travel the world.
enjoys reading, riding horses, and playing poker, and she looks forward to the day she can travel the world.
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