TITLE: Violet Midnight
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Emma Martin had never killed a human, well, not on purpose anyway, but her best friend, Ava, might be the first. “No. I told you, I’m not going on a blind date, so drop it already.”
Considering she battled demons on a regular basis, few things in the world scared Emma. But two things she did fear: falling in love again and witnessing his murder. Been there, done that. Never again.
“Fine. You’re so stubborn. At least come to the party.” Ava wove her arm through Emma’s and dragged her across the campus. “Hey, aren’t you freezing in that tank top?”
“It’s not that cold out.” Then again, Emma didn’t feel cold, or hot for that matter. But Ava didn’t know that.
No one did.
No one could ever know.
“Whatever,” Ava said. “So, come on, already. I’ve got two hours to beautify you.”
“Ava, no. I said no more—” Pulsing pain stabbed Emma’s wrist. She stopped and squatted.
No. Not now. Can’t I get just one night off?
“What’s wrong?” Ava asked.
“Ahhh. Nothing. Uhm . . . just a cramp.” Emma never got cramps, but she had to cover when her wrist flared up, like it often did. “I’ll be fine in a second.”
Sucking in a deep breath, Emma turned her hand over already knowing what she’d see.
Everyone thought it was a normal tattoo, but they didn’t know how it came to life when trouble neared. She slipped her hand over the piercing orange glow.