Falling to Pieces by L.T Kelly
Book blurb:
When
Teagan Lewis moves from rural Montana to the bright lights of London with her
maker Thomas, she expects to live as harmoniously as she has for the last one
hundred-fifty years.
Teagan
didn’t know she had a heart or soul until she met Marc Romano.
However,
it quickly becomes clear that Marc is forbidden fruit. All the signs that he
isn’t human were there from the beginning, but she chose to ignore them…to her
peril.
Can
she simply walk away from this mesmerising stranger? Or should she risk her
immortality to be with the man she has fallen in love with?
Excerpt from Chapter Fourteen
of 'Falling to Pieces'
“I—I—just don’t
understand?” I had leapt up off the bed and was pacing up and down the room
nervously twisting a lock of my messy orange hair. I stopped mid-stride and
covered my face with my hands, whipping them away after a moment.
“Why? Why did they
let me go then? Why didn’t they just finish me off there and then?” I screeched
into Alex’s face as anger consumed me.
He turned away;
his eyes bulged at my evident rage. “Bartholomew decided and forced the other’s
hand. He insisted you deserve a trial.” Alex dipped his head, his eyes staring
at the crimson carpet beneath his boots.
“Well, that was
very fucking kind of him,” I hissed, placing my hands on my hips and tapping my
foot. The heat rose to my cheeks. The rage bubbled inside me as I strode to my
walk-in wardrobe.
Alex was hot on my
heels. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to see
Marc,” I said trying to level out my ragged breathing. I pulled the tartan
nightshirt up over my head.
“You’ll get us killed,
Teagan.”
“How so?”
“Because we agreed
to deliver you back to The Assembly as soon as you woke. I think Bartholomew
wants you. He won’t be happy he insisted that you be spared for a trial if you
just, well, go.”
I pulled a
midnight blue t-shirt over my head.
“Don’t you think I
should have the chance to say goodbye to him?” I leaned closer to his face with
closed eyes so I couldn’t see the pity on his features as I begged. “Please,
please, please, ple—”
“Ok, stop!” He
raised a hand and stepped back. “Hurry up, Teagan,” he said, wincing.
“Thanks so much.”
My voice sounded strangled with emotion. “I know you don’t owe me a thing, but
thanks. I already owe you so much as it is.”
“Just hurry up.
You wouldn’t want our heads on the block too, would you,” he said as a
statement rather than a question.
I pulled on black
jeans and a black hooded top, tucking my hair inside. “Thanks,” I said once
again, not giving him the chance to change his mind.
I whooshed down
the stairs, stopping abruptly in the hallway realising that one of The Assembly
might be watching the house.
I hurried through
the door on my left and towards the French windows. Pulling them open, I exited
onto the balcony, which jutted out from the back of the house. I peered to my
right seeing that the house next door had the same ledge.
I leapt from one
balcony to the other for five houses in a row. I reached the last house on the
block and scaled the thick black drainpipe secured to the side before I found
the flat rooftop of the house.
Lying flat on my
stomach, I leopard crawled to the front of the building before peering down on
to the street below. I inspected the inside of each car parked alongside the
curb opposite. They were all empty. I took my time sweeping my gaze from left
to the right over the foreground, middle ground and distance. I exhaled with
relief. No one was watching.
I thought that a
little odd, but I trusted I’d done a good security check. I leapt down to the
sidewalk from the top of the building and sprinted along the quiet streets until
I reached a main road still humming with traffic. I kept my head down and
slumped my shoulders to protect my identity as much as possible until I could
hail a cab.
I was half way to
Mayfair when a vacant taxi pulled over for me.
I stood in front
of his house within five minutes, paying the driver out of the stash of cash
I’d stuffed in my pocket.
The pounding of my
heart along with my erratic breathing was all I heard as I stood at the door. I
raised my hand to the buzzer several times, but I couldn’t bring myself to
press it.
“Come on, you can
do this,” I muttered to myself before depressing the buzzer for a second in
length. Footsteps responded quickly to the chime. I held my breath, squeezing
my eyes shut. With the click of the latch, they flew open.
The sheen of his
soft skin stretched out over hard muscles made my mouth water instantly, one
hand was keeping a towel around his waist.
“Teagan.” He
breathed my name as if he couldn't believe it was me. He craned his neck to get
a closer look, as though he were making sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. He
tucked the edge of the towel in so it would stay put as he seemed to process
the image of me.
Obviously, he was
satisfied that it was me and not some figment of his fevered imagination. He
threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace as he
lifted me up. He pushed me against the doorjamb after kicking the door closed
with his bare foot.
“I thought—” He
stumbled on his words, his breath tickling my nose as his eyes melted into mine,
glowing brighter with each passing moment.
“I was told you
were dead,” he whispered. He reached out a huge hand and smoothed it down the
side of my face. I nuzzled my nose to his palm, taking an immense, delicious
breath of his scent.
“You’re real
aren’t you?”
I nodded in reply.
I couldn’t yet speak because my throat seemed as though it was contracting,
strangling me from the inside. His hand dropped away from my face to my hand,
and he led me into his bedroom. The covers had been thrown back and lay crumpled
on the bed.
Every question I’d
had prepared dropped to the back of my mind as he slumped down on the bed
pulling me beside him, the towel falling away as he sat.
He ran a hand
through his thick dark hair, slow blinking at me as if I might disappear with
each flutter of his eyelids.
“Do you remember
what you said to me?” I croaked, my throat suddenly dry. I licked my lips and
swallowed hard.
“Yes—”His chest
rose and fell erratically as he searched my face. “I do love you,” he said
softly as his gaze dropped to our entwined hands.
My skin tingled
and ached for more of his touch. For his mouth to be on mine. I needed to feel
whole again. I’d only ever been whole when I was with him.
“That’s all I
needed to hear.”
I tilted my face
up, cautiously leaning towards him, stretching up and tracing my freshly wet
tongue along his clenched jaw. He gasped as I kissed my way down the outer line
of his throat, the throbbing arteries in his neck forcing my fangs to elongate.
I shifted my
position so I was opposite him, kneeling down and never taking my mouth away
from his biscuit coloured skin. I placed my hands on his thick thighs and
tasted the goose bumps covering his body. I kissed, nipped and caressed every
inch of his broad chest, lingering over his nipples, erect and round beneath
the assault by my mouth.
The memory of
drinking his blood surged through me, enticing a gush of wetness in my panties.
The desire to crush my naked body against his overwhelmed me.
Meet the Author:
L.T.
Kelly was born and raised in Solihull, UK. She started writing short stories at
school where her teachers offered her lots of feedback and encouragement.
Aged
seventeen she joined the Royal Air Force, her career didn’t reserve a lot of
time to write so she pushed her passion for it to the back of her mind.
After
an eleven and a half career she started writing short stories again until a
friend commented that she should write a novel.
She
has always had an unhealthy obsession with vampires, so of course it was
inevitable that a plot involving vampires would be the first to spring to mind.
L.T.
Kelly lives in Lincolnshire, UK with her husband and two children.
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