Welcome to what I hope will become a new weekly feature...
Tuesday Takeover.
This week, it's Rose Wulf and her fabulous book, Burning Midnight, the latest in her Dark Light series...
Over to you, Rose...
Hi, Raven! Thanks so much for inviting to be here today!
To those who don’t know me, I’m Rose Wulf, paranormal romance
author. I’ve got three on-going series’ and presently two standalone short
stories (with another coming soon!).
Today Raven has invited me to talk about the latest installment of
my Dark Light series, Burning Midnight.
It’s book three in the series and follows the story of the third major
character from the previous book, Sparks
of Blue. The Dark Light series is about a never-ending war between demons
and angels – and the one thing more powerful than all of them: love.
Burning Midnight is Gwen’s story.
Blurb:
Gwen Manning was a survivor. With the birthday that should have
killed her nearly a year behind her, it was time to get her life together. She
was still settling into her new apartment when she was visited by a demon from
her past—Knox. The same Knox who’d once tried to kill her.
This time he brought a different kind of danger. The danger of
searing kisses and promises of protection from a new demon who seemed to want
to her dead. The more things changed, right?
Knox never thought he’d see Gwen after her curse had been healed
away, let alone that he’d volunteer to be her protector when it became clear
she was the target of a new, ominously powerful demonic threat. But now her
life, and her body, was in his hands. If he wasn’t careful, when the dust
settled, he might just have trouble letting go.
Excerpt:
Gwen stared at the spot in the sky where
she’d lost track of her angel friend for several seconds, her mind reeling. The
idea of being targeted by demons for a second time was both terrifying and
infuriating. Speaking of infuriating.
She spun on her heel and planted her hands on her hips, squaring her glare on Knox.
“You have some explaining to do, pal. What happened to laying low? Was that
just a bunch of crap? If you knew I had another target on my head, you
should’ve said something! What the hell’s going on?”
Knox tucked his hands into his pockets as a
slow grin tipped the corners of his lips. “Ah, there’s the girl I remember.
Asks a million questions a minute and never seems to process the danger she’s
actually in.”
Gwen stomped up to him until she was as in
his face as she could be, what with her five-foot-six stature not quite
matching his six-something. “I can’t process anything without all the answers,
jerk. So talk.”
Not only did he not back away, but the grin
on his lips reflected in his eyes as Knox leaned in until their noses were a
hair’s breadth apart. “Oh, I’m a jerk again, huh?” He lifted one hand and
trailed his knuckles oh-so-lightly along the curve of her cheek in a lingering
caress. “For what, not taking the risk of needlessly worrying you?” He leaned
closer, his lips brushing her ear now. “Or for waking up your desires?”
She bit back an instinctive moan. Damn him
and his tempting touch and toe-curling kisses. Damn her for letting those things get to her. “Neither,” she finally
managed, keeping her hands locked at her sides. “For lying to me.”
Knox sighed and straightened, his raised
hand falling to his side as he searched her eyes. “It was only a partial lie,”
he said. “I pretty much always have to lay low these days. I just exaggerated
the urgency. And I picked you specifically because I had a strong suspicion
that someone from down below was coming after you. A suspicion, nothing concrete.”
Scrunching her lips as she thought over his
response, Gwen asked, “Who? Why?”
“From what I can gather,” Knox replied,
“chances are it’s the demon who expected to have inherited your soul by now.
Demons are egotistical, angry, vain creatures. Not receiving his prize was bad
enough, but to have the curse healed away by a Nephilim, and thereby the
intended soul purified, would be too big an insult to ignore. If he—or
she—simply let it go, their reputation would crumble. Probably in their
opinion, you already belong to them.”
“I don’t belong to anybody,” Gwen declared,
crossing her arms stubbornly. The curse had been bad enough. A situation she’d
never had the chance to control in the first place. But now this? Being
targeted over a bruised ego? That was just ridiculous.
Knox held up a hand as if to ward her off.
“I’m not saying otherwise,” he assured her. “I’m giving you my best attempt at
insight into the enemy’s reasons.”
Sighing, Gwen dropped her arms again.
“Fine. But who is this ‘enemy’?” Knox
had very specifically not told her that detail. And in her opinion, it was a
largely important one.
Huffing out his own breath of irritation,
Knox said, “Hell if I know. I haven’t been able to get a name, or even a
narrowed down list.” He refocused his stare on hers, somehow holding her gaze
to his without a touch. “But whoever it is, Gwen, they’re bad news. They’ve got
reach. We don’t want to wait for
their final play.”
Gwen’s stomach lurched at the intensity of
his warning. She definitely didn’t want someone like that in her business.
Really ever. With a heavy swallow, she asked, “What am I supposed to do, then?
Move to Mars?”
The corners of his lips twitched with
amusement and he shook his head. “I’d actually recommend Saturn, but let’s save
that for Plan B.” But she could see on his face that the real answer wasn’t
nearly so simple.
“So I’m running again,” Gwen muttered, not
so much as a question but as a statement of defeat. It was the last thing she
wanted to do. Well, of the things she was willing
to do. “Goodbye new apartment. Farewell, new job. Sayonara stability.”
“Never pegged you for a drama queen.”
Gwen blinked, realizing she’d been blankly
staring off into the distance, and narrowed her eyes up at Knox. She opened her
mouth to tell him off but caught herself. Yeah, sure, it sucked. A lot. And she was sure that before
everything was settled—and assuming she survived—she’d have to start all over
again. Sort of. She also had friends, and Ben, and she’d pulled her shit
together before, so surely she could do it again when the time came. And who knows, maybe this won’t completely
destroy my new attempt at a responsible adult life. So instead of telling
off the annoyingly perceptive demon, she sighed. “Next time I do that, just
shake me or something.”
A flash of a grin lit his eyes before he
caught her jaw beneath two curled fingers and captured her mouth with his. He
nibbled on her lips, slipped his tongue inside, and sucked on hers long and
slow. Her knees nearly gave out as she reflexively caught herself by grabbing
hold of the sides of his shirt.
He released her lips before she could
gather herself enough to reciprocate and, lips teasing the underside of her jaw
on the way to her ear, whispered, “Kissing you is so much more fun.”
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About Rose:
Rose Wulf is a
giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes downright barbaric heroes and
spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she
can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds
between characters have always captivated her and as an author those are Rose’s
favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional
babies!
Behind the scenes
Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her
German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards
Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better
with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and
hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
Where you can find Rose:
sound brilliant, eh? now on my TBR list.
Happy reading,
love Raven xx
