Thursday, June 16, 2022

Sword of Darkness - New Release and Excerpt!

 



New Release Alert!

July 8th on Amazon

June 16th on other platforms: Barnes & Nobles, Kobo

Sword of Darkness by LM Preston

Reece had a thirst for the adrenaline rush that came with taking risks. He’d avoided paying the price for most of his push of the envelope until he met one person that used his lust for fast cars, wicked weapons, ditching school, and beautiful girls to trap him in the most seductive ways. Someone he least expected put her life in danger to save him from himself, and he wouldn’t waste her sacrifice. Reece would use the anger fueled by the strikes to an innocent to start the beginning of the turn of justice that would change the course of his life. He hoped his family could forgive him for the deal that put a target on their heads.


Read other books in the Vigilant series: Insatiable Darkness, Caged Fire, Unbreakable Darkness, Scepter of Fire, Break the Darkness.


Excerpt:

“Show time.” He did a quick glance at Zamina, who was smiling at him. Reece gave her a wink and hopped onto the hood of his car, sliding to land smoothly on the other side, then got into the driver’s seat.

He gave the car a rev-up and sped to the starting line. Reece felt eyes on him, but he focused straight ahead. One thing he learned from past races was to never seek out the taunts and abuse of other racers. It just killed his precision and concentration. The girl in front of the cars was Megan. Her red curls hung around her shoulders. With the backlight of the moon, it resembled flames. Reece blinked because her hair actually appeared like it was curled fire. It was nothing—he was just pumped on adrenaline, and it did something to him. Took him to that place where his irritating ability to feel things that others didn’t, and see the unseen, irritated the grasp of his reality space in his mind.

“On your mark! Are you ready?” She lifted the gun and fired.

Reece hit the accelerator and cut off the orange Mazda MX-5 Miata. He felt the angry bump of the shorted car’s hit push him forward. Someone in one of the cars tossed a ball of fire in the air. Reece pulled the throttle, and his car surged forward. An explosion lit the side of his car, and he pushed his elbow on the armrest to roll up his window, barely in time. Flames of ash rained on the side of his vehicle. From a tree, some girl with a face of a clown and pink hair poured acid on the passenger side of the car ahead of his.

“Damn! The race I can win, but making it out of here alive is another story.” Reece jerked the car to the left; he was only a few behind the leader in the red Chevrolet Camaro. 

A guy jumped in front of his car. Before Reece could hit the brakes, the boy smiled and threw an ax straight at him. Reece sped up. The guy’s eyes widened in fear. Then Reece shifted gears, barely missing the running boy and the axe by several inches.

A green Nissan 350Z kept pace with him. “You gonna die tonight, meat-boy!” the driver taunted.

Reece glanced to the side in time to see a boy with glowing eyes and dipped brown bushy eyebrows point a flare-gun at him. Just as the weapon fired, Reece pushed the button on the dashboard to arm the windows with an electric charge. Sparks flew off his window as the fire bounced from his car to his assailant. The car swerved, was hit by an acid bomb, and caught fire. The rider jumped out of the car in the nick of time. Reece smiled, glad he had installed bullet- and fireproof glass with an extra added defense. Didn’t pay to be cheap.

He took deep calming breaths, no music, no distractions. He was going to win. The red Chevrolet Camaro was only two cars in front of him. Reece had to time the nitro release right. His was different than anyone else’s since he’d tampered with it, adding other chemicals to not only push his car forward but to burn out the view of any cars behind him. The smoke it released helped him get a gain on the competition. Reece sped up between the two racecars tailing the lead and tried to get a pass through. One, a silver Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX, and the other, a white Ford Mustang, were not giving an inch. There was a brief opening, but as it began to close, Reece took it. The fit was tight, and the Mustang rammed into the side of his car. He heard a grinding sound—a drill from the other car cut through Reece’s passenger door. 

He smiled at what he planned for the other opponent. Reece pressed the button on his wheel that held metal sharp and flat tools. The squeal of the lever pushed them out within reach of the car next to him. His car groaned, and Reece smashed into the car on his right. The Mustang was dislodged as it was rammed with the flat side of the bar from Reece’s car. 

Adrenaline pumped in his veins. Only two cars blocked his path to the finish line. He released the nitro valve on his dashboard. The car heated up with intense smoke. Fire blasted from the rear of his car. Reece was catapulted through the air to land with a thump at the tail bumper of the leading racecar. The finish line was close. Reece was going to make it. He veered to the right to get an opening on the car ahead. The racer slowed up a bit, to slam into Reece’s car. The car skidded into an abandoned truck. Reece jerked the wheel in time to lessen the impact and regain momentum. He countered the opponent’s every move. “Ahh!” he couldn’t get a break through. Instead, he ramped into the car, hoping to piss off the driver and make him careless. The driver recovered and released nitro to take him over the finish line. 

Reece came in second. He tightened his hand on the steering wheel and stopped the car. 

“Get out of the car!” The other racer with the grey eyes banged on Reece’s door. 

He went to open it at the same time the guy yanked it right off the hinges. Reece frowned; the bastard was strong. 

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