Born of Fire – Releasing July 5th June 29, 2017 – Posted in: BDSM, crime, Love, paranormal, romance, suspense, thriller, vampire – Tags: blackout books, Danika Kane, MMA, paranormal, Suspense, thriller
We have another exciting and very different release coming for Danika Kane. She does indeed love to write about creatures of the night as well as various brutal aspects of humanity. Take a taste of an upcoming thriller.
BORN OF FIRE
Born of Fire… Ending in Fire…
Sakima Mato is wealthy and highly respected within the ranks of Mixed Martial Arts. But his mysterious aura is the darling of tabloid fodder, and few know the real man behind the mask and fewer still could handle the brooding creature underneath the sensuous persona. If his dirty little secret is ever revealed, he will be hunted like the monster he’d become all those centuries before. After all, he is a vampire, scouring the streets for blood and sex, and for a human companion to ease the loneliness, what some call destiny. When he meets Caldre Parker his orderly life takes an unexpected turn.
Caldre Parker is a fireman by day, a martial arts fighter by night, hiding his penchant for violence from all who know him. He needs a new coach to help build his career and after meeting Sakima, he is intrigued by the seemingly haunted man. The attraction is instant and they fall into a heated tryst, one involving pain as well as discipline. As his fighting career becomes headlines news, Caldre is forced to learn the ugly details about his lover. But demons of his own haunt his every waking moment as an unknown illness plagues him, driving him into near madness. Suddenly, everything he respects and holds dear about human life is called into question and he is forced to choose—life or soulless immortality.
Is the attraction they feel real? Are they destined to be together? So many questions for both men, can they find the answers?
Born of fire. Ending in fire…
For all that you think you are, you’re wrong. Your life is not what you know it to be. Embrace the inevitable or die. Become… Champion death as you have life and you’ll rule the world, one full of men who have no understanding of honor. This is your destiny.
“Shit!” Caldre Parker hissed as he ducked the falling piece of timber. Removing his mask, he sucked in air, claustrophobia strangling his breath. The blaze roared out of control, no matter how many hoses they’d pointed at the wall of fire. Sweat and soot continued to roll down his face, beads dripping into his eyes. He lifted the hose over his shoulder and motioned the firefighters behind him, barely able to see. They had to go deeper into the bowels of the building.
“Come on!” another fireman screamed, the sound just filtering above the thunderous howl.
After taking another breath, Caldre donned his mask and adjusted his equipment. Time to press on.
As the team maneuvered their way over a series of fallen beams, splitting into smaller groups, he finally knew he was in the most effective place and turned on the hose spigot. The full spray of water hit the flaming licks, creating instant steam.
He sucked in his breath and inched forward, holding the stance. He could hear the calls as others from his engine company swarmed the expansive space. His instinct told him the structure was a total loss. The only saving grace was the building was abandoned, the site positioned in the old warehouse district. Still, the danger was real to the men and women who worked with him. Panting, he pushed forward, determined to contain the burn.
Several minutes later he stopped the spray briefly, analyzing the remaining fire, then moved to the right. They were finally making real headway. As they continued their path stepping through piles of debris, mostly in place long before the fire started, he was careful to lead the team through and finally out into daylight. When they were in the clear, he jerked up his facemask and turned to face what was left of the already dilapidated brownstone. There was massive destruction not only to this building but the one adjacent as well. “Oh fuck.” The other space was in the process of being renovated. The owners would have to start from ground zero. This was another blow to the already downtrodden area.
“Could be worse.”
Eyeing his best friend, the first in Company 10 who’d welcomed him with open arms after his relocation, he shook his head. “How so, Draper?” He had a ringing in his ears, one that seemed to be there almost every day. Fulfill your destiny. Shaking his head, he was damn tired of thinking the words day and night. He had no destiny, at least one he could figure out. But shit, he’d been trying. Somehow, he thought saving lives would end the constant need, nagging at his very soul. There were days he felt like he was living in no man’s land.
“The fire coulda gotten that snazzy Ferrari over there,” Draper chortled as he pointed across the street. “Now, that would have been a pity.”
“What in the world is a Ferrari doing down here?” Caldre asked as he narrowed his eyes. “This area is full of abandoned buildings and little else.”
“Expensive real estate. I heard there’s a rich conglomerate looking at buying up the entire block for some big sports facility. They could sure get this crap down here for a song. Good area. Close to the interstate.”
“You need to sell real estate. You sound like a freakin’ commercial,” Caldre teased and glanced up and down the street. A sports facility would be a damn good idea. The gyms being used were run down and in need of refurbishing themselves. Still, Cleveland wasn’t the hot mecca for moguls dreaming to own a crime-ridden part of town.
Draper sniffed and gave him the finger. “Let’s just say I have interest in something other than fighting fires. Besides, it’s a great location and someone with attention to detail could really do something with this area.”
“Yeah, especially if the buildings keep burning down. Then the big wig has a blank canvas to work off of.” Caldre handed off the hose and jerked off his helmet. He was suspicious of anything that smelled of arson. Abatement of asbestos had been the single reason so many of the all but abandoned structures weren’t being snapped up. The cost was off the charts.
“Whew, buddy. You’re raring to go today. Save it for later when we go out today scoping for the ladies,” Draper howled as he tugged off his jacket. Shaking out his hair, he grabbed a towel, wiping his face.
Caldre gave him a look before turning back, admiring the car. He could just make out a person coming out of the building down the street, heading for the smokin’ car, his long dark hair flowing in the wind. For a second his pulse raced as the man turned. “Fuck me.” He could swear the man was studying him. His throat was suddenly dry, his stomach churning.
Come to me.
What the hell? Had the stranger spoken to him? Blinking furiously, Caldre sucked in his breath, every inch of his body tingling. Why in the hell was he having this strong of a reaction?
Soon? Soon for what? Christ. Maybe he was losing his flippin’ mind. He couldn’t help but watch as the man in the suit climbed into the car and could swear he heard the roar of the powerful engine. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, longing for finer things in life.
“Earth to big he-man fighter. You are coming out tonight, right?”
“Huh? Coming out where?” Why the car being in the neighborhood bothered him so much he wasn’t certain, but his hackles were raised.
Draper slapped him on the arm. “With the guys. You know going out and having a little fun since we’re off tomorrow?”
Turning quickly, the question broke the trance. He trailed behind Draper as he unbuttoned his jacket. “Can’t do it tonight.”
“And the excuse this go around?”
“What excuse? I just have stuff to do. You know I’ve been studying lately.” Caldre had to come up with better excuses. The single exam for the class he’d been taking shouldn’t create this much need to study, but he had no idea what else to say. He had no family and no other friends than the guys in the department. Ideas were getting slim.
“You’re pathetic. If you’re seeing a lovely lady, all you have to do is say so. We are guys. We get it. Fucking comes first if you ask me.” Shaking his head, Draper mumbled under his breath as he tugged off the rest of his protective gear.
“Draper, you’re truly a Neanderthal.”
Giving him a two-finger salute, he grinned. “I do try.”