Anacostia Miller

The final book of the Honeysuckles Trilogy follows ex-vampire hunter Priscilla Rodriguez as she reconnects with her estranged sister, Astrid. The relationship between them is shaky, but not as shaky as the matebond with alpha Wyatt Rivers.

Priscilla is burdened by her own demons, fighting the fated bond between her and Wyatt. The alpha has been patient, but his patience is running thin.

Will she ever find it within herself to let anyone in? Or will she keep getting in her own way?

***** 

When Wyatt knocked me down, he should have just kissed me. A flash of heat flushed down my abdomen as I imagined how his lips would taste. I entertained the idea of what else I would have done if he didn't give me a chance to second-guess myself. Would he finally let go then? I wonder how his long fingers would feel tangled in my hair, pulling eagerly as I nipped at his thighs.

Would he beg?

Honeysuckles and Blood is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Honeysuckles and Blood

My hands flew up to Sekhmet’s brutal grip. Oriana wasn’t tall enough to hold me off the ground.


A fraction of her strength would kill me, end the incessant chanting bubbling and coughing from my lips. I gasped for breath, my feet limp against the ground. I didn’t have enough oxygen to fight, but I couldn’t stop chanting. Whatever grabbed hold of me wouldn’t let me.


“Silence, witch!” Sekhmet screamed. 


A fleck of blue shot through the blacks of her eyes. A flicker of Oriana pushing through. The goddess threw me backwards, an audible crunch of my leg folding under me. I couldn’t feel it. Couldn’t feel the remnants of my leg.


I should be in anguish, screaming for dear life. But instead, I stood up, my leg folding and wobbling under my form, bent at an odd angle. My throat was bruised by her handprint, but I spat out verses I hadn’t even heard before.


It came to my realization I wasn’t me anymore. 


Chapter 44: Gods among Men