COMING SOON
Sins of the Father
(After the Storm #3)
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Writing is in progress: 67% complete
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The blurb below contains big spoilers for the Eye of the Storm series:
Ryan is the only one who fully remembers the series of events that took place five months ago, the night of Himet and Yemet's storm. Having experienced the death of two of his mates, having fought to keep his third alive, and having to overcome the realisation he unwittingly sent Hendrickson and Amelia into what would become their tomb, he finds himself battling flashbacks of murdering Nikolai and in doing so, forcing torturous pain - and perhaps death - upon Nikolai's mate, Carrie.
As Lydia goes into labour, the imminent arrival of their first three children - innocent of every dark thing in the world - has him questioning all his choices, and the need to find Carrie, whether alive or dead, becomes a thirst he cannot quench.
Ryan is the only one who fully remembers the series of events that took place five months ago, the night of Himet and Yemet's storm. Having experienced the death of two of his mates, having fought to keep his third alive, and having to overcome the realisation he unwittingly sent Hendrickson and Amelia into what would become their tomb, he finds himself battling flashbacks of murdering Nikolai and in doing so, forcing torturous pain - and perhaps death - upon Nikolai's mate, Carrie.
As Lydia goes into labour, the imminent arrival of their first three children - innocent of every dark thing in the world - has him questioning all his choices, and the need to find Carrie, whether alive or dead, becomes a thirst he cannot quench.
Unedited Excerpt from Sins of the Father © Dianna Hardy, 2023. All rights reserved.
“Lydia, you okay?” Taylor waltzed into the room, running a towel through his washed hair, still naked, water beading off skin, Lydia’s scented mark on him still noticeable; although his own masculine aroma was back now, too. Presumably he’d seen Ryan futilely kneeling on the floor by the door, but his full focus was on their female and Ryan assumed he’d heard her cry of dismay.
Your focus should also be on Lydia. And he was trying, he really was. He finally brought himself to standing, grabbing his clothes as he went. His chest was tight with lodged panic. He hadn’t had a nightmare like that in forever – it was even worse than the string of dreams he’d had when Nikolai had been here six months ago. But not quite as bad as the flashbacks. They’d started about two weeks ago coming out of goddamned-no-fucking-where, and when they came they were like pieces of a living dream he didn’t know he was dreaming. Only for a few seconds at a time, but enough to ruin him for hours. In silence. Because he hadn’t told anyone about the bursts of cold terror that caught him unawares at any given time. He’d been waiting for them to pass… Just a phase; they’ll disappear. And he hadn’t been able to form words for them, anyway. Any time he tried to explain them, even to himself, he just sounded mad. And weak.
He forced air into his lungs and let his diaphragm expand fully as he pulled his jeans and T-shirt on. Clear your head.
“Lydia, you okay?” Taylor waltzed into the room, running a towel through his washed hair, still naked, water beading off skin, Lydia’s scented mark on him still noticeable; although his own masculine aroma was back now, too. Presumably he’d seen Ryan futilely kneeling on the floor by the door, but his full focus was on their female and Ryan assumed he’d heard her cry of dismay.
Your focus should also be on Lydia. And he was trying, he really was. He finally brought himself to standing, grabbing his clothes as he went. His chest was tight with lodged panic. He hadn’t had a nightmare like that in forever – it was even worse than the string of dreams he’d had when Nikolai had been here six months ago. But not quite as bad as the flashbacks. They’d started about two weeks ago coming out of goddamned-no-fucking-where, and when they came they were like pieces of a living dream he didn’t know he was dreaming. Only for a few seconds at a time, but enough to ruin him for hours. In silence. Because he hadn’t told anyone about the bursts of cold terror that caught him unawares at any given time. He’d been waiting for them to pass… Just a phase; they’ll disappear. And he hadn’t been able to form words for them, anyway. Any time he tried to explain them, even to himself, he just sounded mad. And weak.
He forced air into his lungs and let his diaphragm expand fully as he pulled his jeans and T-shirt on. Clear your head.
After the Storm #4 is called Jewels of the Crown and is due for release on 31st December.
More news on this soon.
More news on this soon.
