Lethal Artist: Zion
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By: Cia Leah | Other books by Cia Leah Categories: Mainstream Romance, Gothic, Horror/Twisted Tales, Romantic Suspense Word Count: 57,408 Heat Level: SIZZLING Published By: Red Rose Publishing
Zion, the artist, has a passion for art and searches for the most beautiful women to grace his gallery. He loves his subjects, touches them, kisses them, but not before beheading them. In death, they are preserved for eternity. Yet, one eludes him. One with psychic abilities to match his own and she's always beyond his reach. He will stop at nothing to possess her in life or in death and make her his showcase beauty under glass. Lethal Artist Series:
Lethal Artist: Zion - Lethal Artist Series: 1
Cia Leah (Published by: Red Rose Publishing) Zion, the artist, has a passion for art and searches for the most beautiful women to grace his gallery. He loves his subjects, touches them, kisses them, but not before beheading them. In death, they are preserved for eternity. Yet, one eludes him. One with psychic abilities to match his own and she MORE...
Lethal Artist: Izon - Lethal Artist Series: 2
Cia Leah (Published by: Red Rose Publishing) The family tradition continues through Zion's son. When two victim's heads come up missing from the cemetery, Detective Richard Avery and Private Investigator Thorne Briar have the ominous feeling that Zion is back. When women go missing without a trace of evidence or a body, the case is re-ope MORE... 
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 Lethal Artist: Zion
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket Price: $4.99Cover Art by T.D. McKinney |
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ExcerptA sigh of relief swept through him as he noticed she held her eyes tightly closed. She held both hands atop Pam’s chest as if trying to feel a heartbeat. He didn’t know whether to say something or remain silent, so he did the latter, trying to wait patiently until she moved or spoke to him. Dreema was lost in her psychic world where he couldn’t even fathom going. He didn’t ever want to possess the ability to do so. There was noise all around them, but he knew from past experiences that Dreema heard none of it. Deputies taped off the area and Detective Avery barked orders as if he were a drill sergeant. Thorne could only hope he wouldn’t notice what Dreema was doing. There would be hell to pay if he did. The police cruiser lights cast eerily upon the scene around them, making it seem like something from a bad dream. He wished it were. “Oh God!” Dreema cried, suddenly falling back from her knees to sit on the damp grass. Thorne reached over in front of her and hastily zipped up the body bag, pulled Dreema to her feet, and led her towards the car. “Do you mind telling me what you were doing back there? If Avery had seen what you did, we’d both have a lot of explaining to do, and I don’t think he would understand anything about psychic phenomenon,” he groused, opening the car door and helping her inside. He slipped behind the wheel and switched on the dome light so he could see Dreema. She had her beautiful gray-blue eyes squeezed shut, and rubbed her forehead with shaky fingers. Her peaches-and-cream complexion was pale, and her luscious mouth, pressed into a thin line. Thorne was undecided about what to do. Should he say something, or leave her alone to sort out her thoughts? God only knew what was going on inside her mind or what she had seen. She looked so vulnerable, so lost, that his heart skipped a beat. He switched off the dome light, reached across the space that separated them, and pulled her into his arms. He smoothed back her long, silky black hair and just held her for several seconds. “Talk to me, hon,” he coaxed softly. “Tell me what you saw.” She shuddered and snuggled closer into Thorne’s embrace. “Please take me home.” “You bet.” |
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