Elle Jasper - Afterlight: The Dark Ink Chronicles

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New York Times bestselling author Kerrelyn Sparks

The monster in me is still there, just below the surface, Eli continued, and his lips barely grazed the skin on the side of my neck. I shuddered, and I know he felt it. Never forget that. Even with your Gullah magic inside you, I can smell your unique blood, he said, his mouth next to my ear. He inhaled a long, deep breath. You have no idea how much of a temptation you are to me, Riley Poe, he said, the slight French accent making his voice erotic. No... idea how much control I truly have not to simply taste what rushes through your veins, with barely more than a paper-thin layer of skin to stop me. I shivered as his breath rushed over my neck.

With what strength I had, I pushed hard against him to escape; he easily turned me around, and now we were face-to-face, body to body, and panic etched into my brain. Exerting the slightest pressure, he bent me backward until I felt the cool iron handrail press against my back. I felt every hard ridge and muscle Eli possessed pressing into me. And I mean every one. His eyes searched mine, then dropped to my mouth, where they lingered. Vampiric cravings arent the only ones I possess, but theyre the only ones I can halfway control, heightened times a hundred by what I am. He dropped his head close, his lips a breath away. Dont tease me again, Riley, unless you mean it. I cant promise that kind of control. He lifted his head and stared, his eyes dark as he searched mine. I dont think you could handle me.

To Ben Burnley and Breaking Benjamin, this is for you.
Your lyrics echoed Rileys thoughts, and your music
guided me throughout the writing of Afterlight.

Scores of people contribute to the birth of a novel, and so Id like to thank the following for their time, friendship, encouragement, and hard work for the birth of Afterlight.

To my husband, Brian, son, Kyle, and daughter, Tyler, for their love, encouragement, and enthusiasm. You are all my love and joy! And for Kyles gorgeous Lyndsee, who always reads my books, and for Tylers adorable Jonathan, who genuinely wants to know the progress of whatever current project Im on. Thanks, guys!

To my mom, Dale, who is my biggest cheerleader and best friend, and Ray, my dad, who chats my books up with any and all who will listen. I love you both!

To my beautiful sisters, Sheri, Tracy, and Nikki, and sweet brothers-in-law, Jerry, Jordan, and Will, who believe in me and always support me. To my brothers, Vince and David, and the rest of my enormous family who always chats up my books!

To my sister writer and pal Kim Lenox, who has encouraged me via phone, e-mail, and text endlessly throughout the years. Were gonna kick BUTT!

To my crazy pals Betty, Chapper, and Grandmother, for traipsing around Savannahs historic district in the rain with me, and Bonaventure Cemetery for those perfect, inspiring photos, as well as to Bunt, Mol, Walowee, Bhingaling, Vic, Lay-ha, and Annathanks to all of you for your treasured friendship and constant encouragement. To Kelly, for phrases like Oh, Father. I love you guys! Youre all so nass!

To my sister writer and pal Leah Brown, for the fabulous Strigoi aspect of Afterlight, and for the high-octane enthusiasm, friendship, and cheering. Mu-ah!

To my sister writer and pal Virginia Farmer, for all the support and great ideas and encouragement. Hugs!

To my Denmark Sisterhood, who are always cheering me on!

To Victorian and Valerian (yes, theyre brothers and theyre REAL!), for the use of their awesomely cool names.

To my agent, Jenny Bent, and my editor, Laura Cifelli, and to Jesse Feldman, for all the support and leadership. Thank you, and to everyone else at NAL who worked on Afterlight! Your hard work is appreciated!

To Oceana Gottlieb, fabulous designer of Afterlights cover. Thank you so much! It is PERFECT!

To the band Breaking Benjamin, whose music totally rocks! I love you guys!

Finally, to Mike Cummings, owner of Inksomnia Tattoo in Alpharetta, Georgia, for allowing me to use his wicked-cool shop name for Rileys. Thanks!!

Savannah, Georgia
City Market
October

Afterlight. According to the Gullah, it meant two things. One: darkness or dusk. Two: death, the life after, or beyond. Im familiar with both.

Death Ive known for a long time. Ive seen it firsthand, and it left a gruesome imprint in my mind that will haunt me forever. But like most crappy things that have happened in my life, Ive just dealt with it, and maybe death has made me stronger. One thing Ive learned is no matter how you face it, and no matter the situation, theres one constant present: finality. Theres no getting around it.

My vision blurred as I watched the rain pelt the window of the corner booth where I sat at Molly McPhersons pub, and I blinked to see clearly through the evening shower outside. God, I wanted a smoke, but these days it made me want to puke, so I fished out a piece of nic gum from my bag and popped it into my mouth. October twenty-third, nine p.m., and it was rainy and warmnearly seventy-five degrees. Nothing was the same anymore, and although the changes were subtle to most, to me they were in-my-face obvious. I knew things others didnt, and to be perfectly honest, Im as glad as hell. Id much rather be totally prepared to face my fears and enemies head-on than be sucker punched because of ignoranceno matter how innocent. And trust meI was ready. Beneath my short gauzy skirt, the weight of a pure silver blade rested against my bare thigh as a constant reminder.

Hey, Riley, you want another pint? The shout crossed the small pub and caught my attention.

I lifted a hand at Martin, the bartender, and shook my head. No, thanks. Im good. He winked and grinned and went about his business. Mollys wasnt too packed tonight, but the constant mumble of patrons was a low drone inside my head. If I stayed much longer, my temples would start to throb.

With the palm of my hand I wiped the moisture from the window and scanned the busy, lamplit cobbled streets of Congress Street and City Market. I spotted him beneath the awning at Belfords. Jesushow long had he been standing there? Even though I couldnt see his cerulean blue eyes at such a distance, I knew that Eli had absolutely no trouble at all seeing me, and that his gaze locked solidly onto mine. An unstoppable, relentless thrill shot through my veins, and I shuddered. He stood there for a moment, watching me, and when he stepped into the throng of people out on the wet Friday night, he moved easily through the crowd toward me, effortless and commandingalmost floating. His features were young, flawless, and ancient all at once. Dark brown hair swept tousled and sideways across his forehead, giving him an easygoing, sexy look. It stood stark against the palest, most beautiful skin.

As I watched him grow closer, his features became clearer, and I realized just how deceptive looks really could be. For instance, to most I probably looked like a total freak, with black hair and red-fuchsia highlights, tall leather boots, a fishnet tee, and pale skin with bloodred lips. And Im pretty positive the dragon tattoosvisible beneath the fishnetthat crept from my lower back up my spine and down both arms made people do a double take, as did the ebony angel wing inked into the skin at the corner of my left eye. I didnt mindalthough an angel I was not. I may not look it, but Im probably the most responsible person I know. Now, anyway. Ive a successful business, I pay my bills on time, and after I cleaned up my act I did a pretty good job raising my little brother. So while I was scrutinized, Eli blended right in, and it intrigued me to see him interact with people; they were clueless, oblivious to what was right beneath their noses despite the faultless, boyish, breathtaking good looks and charm. I wasnt. Not anymore.