by Deb Stover
"Of course." The peculiar man gave a dramatic sigh. "Really, Mike, how else can we undo all that's happened tonight?"
"What...?" A cold sweat popped out on his forehead. "You're frigging nuts, man."
"Let's see—today's June twentieth, so all we have to do is make it June nineteenth. Right?"
"Sure. Just snap your fingers and make it yesterday." Mike squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. God, how he wished he could really do just that. If only he could go back in time to stop what had happened, to make Barney live again.
"So be it."
Fool! he chided himself, trying to regain control of his thoughts and actions. No one could undo the horrible events of this night. Not even God.
The man suddenly threw his head back and laughed out loud. It was a terrifying sound. Monstrous.
A streak of lightning illuminated the mansion, sending dancing sparks to the tips of the man's fiery hair. For a brief moment, Mike's gaze locked with his. The man's eyes were—
Impossible.
Another lightning bolt revealed the truth. The man's eyes were red, glowing with a feral power that left Mike paralyzed. The flesh around his mouth tingled and he felt hollow inside. Now, even in darkness, those red eyes glowed, holding Mike prisoner in his own body.
He had to fight this, whatever it was. This madman wanted something, and every instinct in Mike's body screamed in favor of escape.
Every instinct but one.
His need for revenge.
Common sense rallied, trying to seize control for a flickering moment. Mike jerked his wrist, but the stranger held him fast.
"I don't know who the hell you are or what you want, and I really don't give a rat's ass," Mike lied, unconvincing even to his own ears.
"Mike, Mike," the man said with that same taunting, strangely soothing tone. He was like a used car salesman moving in for the kill. "I'm here to give you your heart's desire—what you want more than anything else. I'm going to allow you to go back in time." He chuckled quietly. "You said you'd give anything..."
A sense of foreboding filled Mike, but he forced it into submission. "Yeah, anything. Everything." His voice sounded hoarse, barely more than a strangled whisper. Why was he buying into this jerk's sick game? Then the brilliance of those red eyes intensified, forcing Mike's doubts to whither beneath an onslaught of fierce hunger.
Blood-lust.
He would have his revenge. Satisfaction. And more importantly...Barney would live to raise his child. Madness claimed him and Mike barked a derisive, and strangely victorious, laugh. Though the bastard hadn't yet spoken the words, here it was, out in the open at last. Mike knew.
"Yeah, hotshot. Even my worthless, fucking soul!"
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Once Upon a Time, Deb Stover wanted to be Lois Lane, until she discovered Clark Kent is a fraud and there is no Superman. Since publication of Shades of Rose in 1995, Stover has received dozens of awards for her cross-genre fiction. For information about other titles or to contact Deb, please visit www.debstover.com.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Excerpt from Another Dawn
Excerpt from Mulligan Stew
Excerpt from Some Like It Hotter
Bio