I have a special guest today! The lovely Casey Moss is here to tell us about her latest release with Evernight Publishing: Transcending Fire. Take it away Casey…
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Hello! Itβs been quite some time since Iβve had a release, and now I can say all thatβs changed. A big thank you to my host for allowing me to visit today and share my story Transcending Fire. This erotic, futuristic, dystopian story based around different motorcycle gangs has had quite a journey to get to this point. Perhaps one day Iβll share the two-plus-year jaunt this story went through to find a home. Luckily, it finally has. Even with all the trials it went through, I still love this story. Itβs one of my favorites that Iβve written, and one that I didnβt get tired of during the editing process either. Yay!
A man dealing with an Earth in chaos. A woman from an alternate universe hoping to find her destiny. Two motorcycle gangs and a real bad ass who wants to ruin everything. Whatβs not to like?
Transcending Fire by Casey Moss
Available: September 4, 2017
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-77339-411-4
Hunter Macario wants one thingβa place to belong. When given an opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devilβs Thunder, he takes it.
Dragonβs Clan member, Safaia King, believes sheβs found the man from her peopleβs legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if heβs in a rival clubβto make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their destiny.
After Hunter makes a huge mistake, heβs sent to where Safaia livesβan alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles, and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he could lose everything heβs ever gained, including his home and Safaiaβs love.
[Read an excerpt]Where To Buy:
β½ Amazon
β½ Bookstrand
β½ Evernight Publishing
β½ Smashwords
Excerpt:
The flamesβ mesmerizing dance, the macabre song created by the crackles and pops, and the smell of death kept Hunter frozen to his spot. He wanted to help, knew he should pick up a bucketful of water or a hose and join the fray, but his immobile legs wouldnβt budge no matter the commands his brain sent them.
There must be something in the smoke making me high. Either I really canβt move, or Iβm losing my fucking marbles.
He tried again to step forward, but still couldnβt.
Ah, shit. Iβm dreaming. Must be it. At least I hope thatβs it.
As if in answer to his thoughts, the world around him seemed to slow, become more surreal than it already was. The noises minimized into silence, yet people still rushed around him as if he were invisible, their mouths moving without voices emanating from them.
Straight ahead, Hunter caught glimpses of a woman appearing and disappearing amongst the club members running back and forth in front of her. The ebony-haired beauty didnβt move. She stood there with a smile curling her lips.
A hot, lusty bolt of desire surged straight to his cock. Yet beneath the instantaneous sensation lay something deeper. Dreaming or not, Hunter couldnβt quite put his finger on what he felt, but words like βconnectionβ and βdestinyβ wisped across his mind.
Their gazes locked. The lady winked and disappeared.
The compound, except for the fire, was as it should beβclub house, church, garage, barracks, factory, and some ancillary buildingsβbut the sky wasnβt gray. The constant hum from all the robotics and other machinery functioning in the city wasnβt present. Heβd grown so accustomed to the white noise, the sudden silence almost hurt.
Hunter shook his head, ran his palm over his face. Nothing seemed right anymore. The sky. The sounds. Even the air he breathed was differentβlighter β¦ less polluted.
No one came up to him to check on him. Nobody questioned why he wasnβt helping.
They all acted like he didnβt exist.
Maybe I really donβt exist here. Maybe Iβm still back in one of those foster homes and my life in Vegas has only been a fanciful dream.
Nah. Iβve gotta be dreaming. I gottaβ¦
βWake up, Hunter.β
A weight bore down on Hunterβs shoulder, gripping his muscles like a pneumatic clamp.
Even in a hazy state of mind, his instincts took over. Years of martial arts training had him shrugging out of the hold and spinning into a neutral stance, ready to defend and attack if need be. No matter what home heβd ended up in, he had always requested lessons. The type of discipline never mattered. The fact that he was learning a skill and had something of his own no one could take away from him had been all thatβd counted.
βHey, boy.β Screw, an aging man, whose favorite way of dressing his scrawny body happened to be denim overalls, a bandana around his head holding back his stringy gray hair, and nothing else, held up his hands. βYou know Iβm a lover not a fighter.β He chuckled. βToo old and creaky to scuffle anyhow.β
Hunter blinked. Gone was the blue sky and fire. The mechanized hum had returned as had the obsidian night. He stared at the head mechanic and lowered his arms. Last thing heβd ever want to do was harm the man he viewed as a father figure. βScrew. What? Whatβs going on?β
βYou tell me. Youβre the one out here in your birthday suit.β
βBirthday suit?β He glanced down at himself. Sure enough, he stood naked in the middle of the compound. βWhat the hell?β
About The Author:
Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come exploreβ¦
Find her online:Β Website | Blog | Amazon Author Page | Twitter | Instagram
Thanks for having me on your blog! Have a fab day! =) Casey
My pleasure!