Pyte/Sentinel

Excerpt from Dark Light, the first Fire & Brimstone Novel

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Ash said softly as he took a step closer to her, refusing to let her go this time.

As Tomi continued to turn her head, searching for something, he ran his eyes over her and couldn’t help but frown. She was thinner than the last time he saw her, too thin, and her clothes were old, torn, and threadbare. She looked nothing like the spoiled girl he knew six years ago.

“What the hell happened to you?” he snapped before he could stop himself.

“You know what happened, Ash,” Tomi said, giving him an unreadable look before she returned her attention to whatever the hell it was that she was looking for.

 

Excerpt from Unstoppable…The Next Pyte/Sentinel Novel

“Whatever you do, don’t start crying again,” someone said from her right as she struggled to open her eyes before adding, “He really seems to hate that.”

“Who?” Ashley tried to get out, but between the grogginess and the soul crushing pain that was currently tearing her body apart, she barely managed to get out a weak grunt.

“The asshole,” he answered anyway as the bed that she was on was jostled, letting her know that he’d decided to join her on the bed, a first for her, but something that she was going to have to ponder later.

Right now, she had other things that she needed to worry about.

“Good job keeping the tears at bay, sweetheart. Appreciate you taking one for the team,” he said dryly as she registered the feel of a large hand giving her head a condescending pat that left her battling the overwhelming urge to slap the owner of that hand.

Christmas Chronicle and Tall, Dark & Furious Release

“She told me to do it.”

“Don’t care,” Uncle Eric said as he blocked Mikey.

“It’s not happening,” Jonathan said, blindly reaching back and placed his hand on her face and pushed her away.

“This is my chore,” Mikey said, more determined than ever as she moved around the large kitchen island that her father built for her mother and-

“Please don’t make me kill you,” Cole said, sighing heavily as Mikey shifted her glare to Sebastian and-

“We talked about this,” Sebastian said, tossing the miniature peanut butter cup that he just unwrapped into one of the large bowls that she was supposed to be filling before he turned around and-

“Mom told me to do this,” Mikey said firmly as Sebastian picked her up and carried her over to the other side of the kitchen, the fifteen feet which was the minimum distance that the group of traitors had decided that she needed to maintain between her and the task that her mother had specifically asked her to do at all times.

Tall, Dark & Furious and Irresistible Are Now Available for Pre-Order

From bestselling author R.L. Mathewson comes the sixth installment of the Pyte/Sentinel Series…
For readers who enjoy paranormal romance with a twist.
For three centuries, Trace waited for this moment, imagined all the things that he would do to the Pack that tried to kill him, and now that he was free…
All he could think about was the woman that he’d claimed as his own. She was everything that he’d always wanted and once he had his revenge, he would make her his.

And the next R.L. Mathewson book will be…

So, with Devastated finally finished after seven years...

It's time to move onto the next book. Now, as some of your remember we have quite a few books waiting to get some attention. Right now the main books that most readers seem to be waiting for are:

Irresistible

Tall, Dark & Furious

The next Cursed Hearts novel

 

Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious

“Let me out!” the small woman that should have run when she had the chance said as she continued to pound on the pantry door.

“No,” he said even as he yanked the chair away from where he’d had it wedged beneath the doorknob and opened the door, needing to see with his own eyes that she was really unharmed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he was already shutting the door and shoving the chair back in place to keep her from getting herself in more trouble.

“We need to leave, Trace,” she said, sounding frustrated as he stood there, taking in the destruction surrounding him and-

“Thank y-oh, come on!”his wife said with an exasperated sigh when he opened the door only to immediately shut it again after he ran his eyes over her one more time.

Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious

“The call, wife?” Trace said, watching as his wife stared down at the piece of parchment that his father had left him and read the line of numbers that he hadn’t been able to make sense of to herself while he stood there taking in every devastating curve of her body before he forced himself to look away.

He didn’t want to notice how good his wife smelled or how soft her skin looked, because the last thing that he needed right now was a distraction. For the last three hundred and fifty-three years he’d thought of only one thing.

Revenge.

 

Special Request from Tall, Dark & Furious

An excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious. 

“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” Sam muttered somewhat hysterically as she fumbled for the flashlight that had sent her flying a minute ago when she’d decided with the help of the horrifying roar and the little bastard that had taken it upon himself to stop her from leaving, that hiding in the basement was her best option.

Granted, at this point it was probably her only option since Charlie, the traitorous little bastard, wouldn’t let her leave the house. When she’d grabbed her keys and headed for her truck, the little bastard had snapped at her, making her drop her keys and when she went to pick them up he’d grabbed them and ran back upstairs to his new master.

See if she shared her pizza with the little bastard again, she thought with a murderous glare aimed at the dimly lit basement as she grabbed the flashlight that one of the men had dropped during the incident that she was doing her best not to think about since it would probably have her passing out again. Licking her lips, she shoved her phone in her back pocket and turned the flashlight on as she stood up and looked for a place to hide where the incredibly angry man periodically releasing blood-curdling roars wouldn’t be able to find her.

A Sneak Peek at Trace’s book: A Pyte/Sentinel Novel

The sound of glass shattering brought her fully awake with a gasp. Her heart pounded against her chest as memories from the night before came crashing down around her at the same time that she realized she was still gagged, but now sitting up and secured to one of the support beams running through the middle of the dimly lit basement.

Sam looked around and when she spotted what she knew from years of working in the emergency room was drying blood on the stone floor in front of her, she forced herself to ignore it and search for the source of the light. When she spotted the open bulk doors she nearly sighed with relief. As long as they stayed open she knew she had a chance to escape.

The doors were her best bet if she managed to get loose. She’d run for the woods and keep running until she found somewhere to hide. If they closed the doors she’d be running blind again and her chances wouldn’t be as good.

Where did they go? she wondered, but the sound of more glass shattering grabbed her attention in a big way. Swallowing nervously and forcing herself to remain calm and hopefully conscious, she slowly turned her head and craned her neck as far as she could and felt all the blood rush from her face.