Title:Death Knows My
Name
By:Casse NaRome
Genre:Adult Paranormal
Romance
(WARNING: ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE)
Blurb
MAYNE ST LECLAIR has
spent her adult life closed off emotionally from the world around her. She
learned very early on that those who get close to her end up dead. She knows
she is cursed, but what she doesn't know is why.
ECTAIN “ERIC” EDECK
knows the pain he has caused Mayne but the connection is undeniable. Can Mayne
get passed the hurt and fall in love or has her heart been broken too many
times?
Is death playing some
sort of cruel joke on Mayne St LeClair or is watching her suffer breaking
Death’s heart?
Excerpt #
1
I heard a knock at the door. Assuming it would be Devon, I
was ready to bitch about how shitty my day was.
I flung open the door, surprised to see Eric. “You used
the door.”
“It’s called manners. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Didn’t know you needed an invitation.”
“I don’t. I’m not a vampire. It’s that manners thing
again,” he said curtly, stepping around me.
I stood there with the door open.
“Aren’t you going to close the door?”
When I made no move to, he reached past me and shut it.
“I had hoped I’d never be seeing you again.” I
lied.“Besides, I figured you’d be mad at me.”
“I am beyond mad. Try pissed off.”
“Okay, pissed off or not, I really had no choice. I’m—”
“Do you even know what you did today? I asked one thing
from you and you wouldn’t do it. You had a choice. There is always a choice and
you made it.”
I sighed. “The point is, I’m sorry!”
“I deal in bottom lines. And the bottom line is—”
“The bottom line is I screwed you. Don’t you understand
that I cannot just let you kill people in front of me? Don’t you understand how
much that hurts? This guy today was a stranger but those people before—Eric, I
believed it was my fault because of you. Every guy I slept with—”
“You weren’t supposed to sleep with every guy you met in a bar! That is on you.”
“Fuck you!”
He lifted his brow. “Isn’t that your problem?”
“Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Don’t you come in here and judge
me. You don’t have the right. How I deal with my pain is my business. Is that
what this is about? The creepy stalker Angel of Death got jealous?”
“Who I call is never my pick. It is your lot in life to
keep memories and mine to call souls.”
“I cannot believe you called me a slut?” It was off
subject but I was still pissed off about it.
“Did not!”
“Bullshit. You did a damn good job of implying it.”
“You are right.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, and
I saw remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Excerpt #
2
“So, I hope you don’t mind but I invited my new maaan.” I said with a roll of my neck.
He laughed. “Your new man, huh? Which one is it, the cold
son of a bitch from the bar or the tattooed freak who stopped by the lounge?”
“Devon, please, please
be nice to the new man in my life. No matter how much I love him it will never
take away from the love and devotion I have for you,” I ended with a tease.
He threw his napkin across the table at me, and I tried to
dodge it while laughing. I failed, and it hit me squarely in the forehead.
“What’s wrong, State, does all that sexing got your
reflexes slow?”
