Futuristic, Fantasy and Paranormal

Marked By Rebecca Zanetti

Monday, December 29, 2014

Excerpt

Garrett Kayrs lifted his head and took a deep breath. Slowly and way too deliberately, he set Janie away from him. “Janie?” he asked his sister.

Her hands fluttered together, her eyes wide. “It just happened.”

Garrett growled, his eyes flashing a bright aqua, then rushed Zane.

Zane dropped into a fighting stance just before the vampire slammed him into the rock chimney. Shards ripped into his back and pinged off the floor. “Knock it off.” He cuffed Garrett on the side of the head the same way he would his brother Logan before punching Garrett’s thigh and knocking him to one knee. “I have ten years of combat experience on you, kid. Wait for the right time to battle.”

Garrett shot a punch up into Zane’s groin.

Zane doubled over, waited, and then groaned when the agony hit. His eyes watered, while his temper flew. “Damn it.” He slapped his hands above Garrett’s ears, careful not to break his skull. Then he grabbed the young vampire by the nape, pivoted, and threw him across the room.

Garrett landed on the table and smashed to the floor.

Holy fuck. Zane leaned over, trying to breathe again. He’d forgotten vampires fought dirty.

“Zane!” Janie rushed forward and bent to help her brother up. A table leg rolled across the floor. “Stop hurting Garrett.”

Son of a bitch. Zane was the one with swollen balls. “Everyone calm down,” he groaned.
Garrett swore and leaped through the air at him.

Logan intercepted Garrett with a tackle a second before he hit Zane, the two young soldiers impacting the door and flying right through it. Snow billowed up and covered the floor.

“Garrett!” Janie jumped to her feet and rushed outside.

Zane reached out with one arm and caught her at the waist, forcing her to a quick halt. She struggled against him. “No,” he said. “Stay away while they’re fighting.” If one of the men accidentally hit her, they could take off her entire head. They were young and out of control . . . and both defending family.

“Screw you,” she muttered, turning and aiming a punch at his dick.

He turned at the last second, but she still grazed his groin. Nausea skidded through his gut. Damn fucking Kayrs family—they all went for the balls.

The sound of punches and grunts echoed from outside, and Janie fought him hard, trying to get out there.

“Stop.” Zane was done being gentle. He picked her up by both arms and strode across the room to drop her on the bed. She bounced, her eyes on fire, fury spinning a glorious red across her stunning face. He leaned in until his nose nearly touched hers. “Get off this bed, and I’ll flip you over my knee, regardless of who’s here.”

She blinked, rage darkening her eyes to a midnight blue. Then the combative woman tried to kick him in the balls again.

He swiped her foot away from his junk and pivoted to glare at Sam, who sat on a chair in front of the demolished table, a bowl of carrots in his lap. Sam finished chewing one and swallowed. “What?”

“Stop them,” Zane ground out.

Sam shrugged. “Why? They’re evenly matched and have too much energy. Let them beat the shit out of each other.”

The soft cry of distress from Janie struck right to Zane’s heart. A tree crashed on the earth outside. He turned. “Stay here and I’ll get them.” He pinned her with the glare he gave young soldiers during training and waited until she nodded.

He didn’t believe the nod for a damn second.

The young fighters burst through the door frame, ripping half of the wall apart. Furious hits and kicks punctuated groans and growls.

“Enough!” Zane reached down and dragged them both up by the hair.

Logan punched him in the ribs, and Zane threw him down hard. He bounced twice.
Garrett snorted and hit Zane in the knee. Zane tossed his ass down, and the vampire bounced three times.

“Let’s try again.” Zane hauled them both up again. Bruises and cuts marred their faces, while anger vibrated around them. He shoved Garrett. “You’re scaring your sister.” Then he pushed Logan the other way. “You’re pissing me off, and you ruined my cabin.”
Both young soldiers turned to view the missing wall. Snow drifted around, and the heat from the fire dissipated.

Garrett turned again, his gaze finding Janie. “How the hell could you?”

Zane stepped to block his view, his voice lowering to deadly. “Watch your tone with your sister.”

Janie scrambled to her knees and leaned around Zane. “Are you all right, Garrett?”
Garrett snarled. “Sure. The jerk here hits like a girl.” At Janie’s indrawn breath, he hastily added, “A girl who hasn’t been trained to fight.”

MARKED

Janie Kayrs has known Zane almost her whole life. He was her friend in the dream world. She trusted him. But that was before he kidnapped her, spiriting her away to an isolated cabin to learn what her dreams never told her. Like how dangerous he looks. How he got on the wrong side of the negotiating table. And how much sexier he is in real life…

Zane is a battle-hardened warrior, used to command and solitude. But Janie has drawn him from the minute they met. His need for her could destroy everything he’s worked for, but the risk is too sweet not to take it. They call her the Chosen One. But when it comes down to the questions of peace or war, life or death, safety or passion, it will be Janie who makes the choice…

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