The next Isis series book Isis: Dark Incubus will be up for sale on Kindle and paperback, Google Play and e-readers tomorrow! So I'm dropping a sample chapter tonight!
Chapter 3
Whose soul do I want to devour today?
I’m pondering what woman will be on the menu as I stroll into the Java Joint. While the coffee here is good, the selection of ladies is even better. I’m wondering who I’ll be able to pick up this afternoon.
As I step onto the bustling dining room of the Hell’s Kitchen coffee house, I find my favorite table in the corner of the room near the picture window is still available. I stroll over to it, drop my Italian leather messenger bag on it, and take out my tablet. While it wakes out of sleep mode, I slide into my chair check out all the lovely ladies on the floor. Whole lot of hotties here today. I wonder who I’ll approach first.
In a few moments Claudius, the Java Joint’s barista of the month rushes from around the counter to approach me. It’s a shame he’s wasting all his time trying to play pastor instead of playing the field. The handsome honey colored man dressed in a white shirt, black apron, black slacks and trainers cuts a cold look at me as he gets ready to take my order. “You coming to get what’s on the menu or to get someone to take out?” Claudius asks.
“What’s wrong Claud?” I retort. “I don’t get the sales pitch?”
“My coffee shop isn’t your meet market Keith.”
What can I say? This is my favorite place to get me some soul food. “Still got the bleeding heart over D’lilah, Samson?” I taunt.
Claudius’ hands clench into fists on the dig. “I treated her better than you treat any of the women you get involved with-”
“I’m just doing what an Incubus does.” I say. “Loving them and leaving them with broken hearts and corrupted souls. You’re the one who is remiss in his duties.”
Claud scowls on the dig. “Don’t you even care about any of the women you get in your bed?”
As long as my rank rises in The Legion with each soul I take I could care less about their lives. “Problem is you cared about them too much Claud.” I reply shaking my head. “I still can’t believe you walked away from a six-figure job and endless supply of panties to serve coffee and cake to the good Christians you play Church with.”
“I understand the value of my soul-”
I would never have forsaken The Lord like he did. “If you were working with what you had, you’d still be in the running for an executive spot at Lucerne and bedding down the finest females. But you’d rather try to play pastor-”
Claud burns on the dig. “I’m trying to save souls-”
“You can’t save who wants to stay lost.”
Claud’s hands clench into fists. He knows I’m right. At the end of the day it’s their choice to get involved with me. “I wish I could stop you-”
“But that would blow your cover with the humans.”
Claudius seethes with anger when he sees he can’t win the argument with me. “If you’re gonna stay here you need to order something.”
May as well get a snack before I pick up a main course. “Get me a mocha caramel latte with two pumps of vanilla cream and a blueberry scone.”
“Coming right up.” Claudius spits.
As Claudius storms back to the counter to put my order in I call out to him. “Oh and Claud?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t mess with my business or I’ll make sure you won’t be able to have church around here.”
Isis Dark Incubus book starts the third story arc in the Isis series! So you don't want to miss this one! pre-order your copy tonight or order the paperback tomorrow!
