Because I love you guys, I’ll share a sneak peek into book three of Philadelphia Coven Chronicles, featuring Sam and Alanna as the leads! This story, by far, has been the darkest of the series. It’s seriously messed up.
“Conor had stopped dead in his tracks, standing before the green expanse.
It only took a moment before Alanna realized why.
The smell hit first, one that she didn’t need hunter senses to identify. A rotting stench, like molding oatmeal that swept through the air, so thick it coated her skin. Strips of decomposing flesh, shattered bones, and grayish fluids offset the even green of the terrace before them. The pieces had been segmented, ripped apart, whether it was the remainder of an arm, a split femur, or strips of filmy skin that begged to fall off of a ribcage. At first, all she could take in was the pile of carnage, until the real doozy hit her.
The decaying body parts had been arranged.
In the shape of a heart.”