Insta-Prophecy Hotline Prologue

Here’s the Prologue of my Urban Fantasy, Insta-Prophecy Hotline!
Paranormal Romance Novel By BV Kingsley

Prologue

Updates!

First, I would like to announce the free release of the prologue of my paranormal romance novel, Insta-Prophecy Hotline.

Second, I’ll be releasing a chapter a week until the book’s completion. Bear in mind there are 47 chapters (including the prologue and epilogue).

However, if you’re like me and you like to binge read, below are the links to purchase my book in both ebook and print.

Finally, I should tell you that you’re reading a romance novel. It’s geared towards the over 18 crowd and while not all chapters contain adult situations, there are some. I’ll include this warning at the beginning of every chapter post just as a friendly reminder for those who might end up surprised there are bow-chika-bow-wow scenes in a romance novel (note the sarcasm).

So, if you’re over 18, enjoy the ride. If you’re younger, ask your parent’s permission (though I seriously doubt you’ll do it, but hey, I tried). I did my due diligence to not scar the youth.

Enjoy!

Prologue

Updates!

First, I would like to announce the free release of the prologue of my paranormal romance novel, Insta-Prophecy Hotline.

Second, I’ll be releasing a chapter a week until the book’s completion. Bear in mind there are 47 chapters (including the prologue and epilogue).

However, if you’re like me and you like to binge read, below are the links to purchase my book in both ebook and print.

Finally, I should tell you that you’re reading a romance novel. It’s geared towards the over 18 crowd and while not all chapters contain adult situations, there are some. I’ll include this warning at the beginning of every chapter post just as a friendly reminder for those who might end up surprised there are bow-chika-bow-wow scenes in a romance novel (note the sarcasm).

So, if you’re over 18, enjoy the ride. If you’re younger, ask your parent’s permission (though I seriously doubt you’ll do it, but hey, I tried). I did my due diligence to not scar the youth.

Enjoy!

On Sale Now!

Paperback Available exclusively with Amazon:
Amazon
Amazon UK
IndieBound

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
Kobo

On Sale Now!

Paperback Available exclusively with Amazon:
Amazon
Amazon UK
IndieBound

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
Kobo

IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

Prologue

November 24, 1971

Somewhere over Washington State

Darius Benedict Cooper sat on the Boeing 727 and stared at the half-open briefcase on his lap. It contained road flares and cannibalized radio parts he had passed off as a bomb when he hijacked the plane.

In hindsight, he may have been a little rash.

“How amusing.” An elderly woman, the only other passenger, slipped into the seat across the aisle from him. She plopped a floppy purse onto her lap and rested her gnarled, arthritic hands on top of it. “Desperation does not look good on you, Darius.”

Her voice exuded the familiar, exotic lilt that had always reminded him of sand and ancient civilizations. It did not, however, match this woman’s pale skin, frail body and white hair.

She glanced down in the aisle at four parachutes and a bag containing FBI ransom money. “Jonathan would never have resorted to such dramatics.”

“But Jonathan’s dead thanks to you.” Darius kept his voice flat and emotionless as he buried the pain over the death of his friend and mentor.

The woman leaned towards him and a metallic glint in her eyes flashed in the dim overhead lights. “How long will you last before I break you, too?”

He refused to answer. It took only one look around to conclude he was closer to the precipice than he cared to admit.

“What are you planning, L.G. Man?”

She merely smiled, pulled back the zipper of her purse and caressed the polished obsidian skull inside. It was the very skull he had spent so many years hunting and it was suddenly within reach.

He lunged across the aisle to grab it, but L.G.’s hand shot up out of nowhere and punched him in the throat, hurtling him backwards. She flung her purse over her shoulder and sprang out of her seat with an agility he didn’t think possible for the feeble, possessed body.

She snatched a parachute from the aisle and turned towards the back of the plane. Just before she was out of reach, Darius pulled the rip cord and grabbed the unfurling nylon chute. Then he whipped out a knife from the sheath on his ankle and severed the cords.

She hissed and threw down the now useless pack of strings.

Darius took a steady step towards her, confident he had finally trapped L.G. Man. He had finally won.

Her mischievous smirk was his only warning that he was wrong.

She pulled a palm-sized, black metal box from her purse and pointed it at him. The box crackled and two darts with trailing wires shot out of it towards him. They imbedded in his chest and instantly coursed high-voltage electricity throughout his system. Every muscle in his body seized and he slammed to the floor, nearly braining himself on a metal armrest on the way down.

Darius could only watch as L.G. Man dropped the device, zipped up her purse and shuffled the half dozen steps to the back of the plane.

She gripped the handle on the exit door and looked back at him. “I do hope they do not replace you, Darius, because of this.” She waived her hand around the plane.

“Don’t,” he said through clenched teeth. “You won’t survive the fall.”

She shrugged. “Plans change, can you adapt?”

She opened the door and lowered the stairway. Freezing wind screamed into the cabin and the plane pitched violently.

“Bloody hell.” Darius ripped the darts from his chest and pulled himself to his feet.

But L.G. Man had already disappeared into the dark.

Prologue

November 24, 1971

Somewhere over Washington State

Darius Benedict Cooper sat on the Boeing 727 and stared at the half-open briefcase on his lap. It contained road flares and cannibalized radio parts he had passed off as a bomb when he hijacked the plane.

In hindsight, he may have been a little rash.

“How amusing.” An elderly woman, the only other passenger, slipped into the seat across the aisle from him. She plopped a floppy purse onto her lap and rested her gnarled, arthritic hands on top of it. “Desperation does not look good on you, Darius.”

Her voice exuded the familiar, exotic lilt that had always reminded him of sand and ancient civilizations. It did not, however, match this woman’s pale skin, frail body and white hair.

She glanced down in the aisle at four parachutes and a bag containing FBI ransom money. “Jonathan would never have resorted to such dramatics.”

“But Jonathan’s dead thanks to you.” Darius kept his voice flat and emotionless as he buried the pain over the death of his friend and mentor.

The woman leaned towards him and a metallic glint in her eyes flashed in the dim overhead lights. “How long will you last before I break you, too?”

He refused to answer. It took only one look around to conclude he was closer to the precipice than he cared to admit.

“What are you planning, L.G. Man?”

She merely smiled, pulled back the zipper of her purse and caressed the polished obsidian skull inside. It was the very skull he had spent so many years hunting and it was suddenly within reach.

He lunged across the aisle to grab it, but L.G.’s hand shot up out of nowhere and punched him in the throat, hurtling him backwards. She flung her purse over her shoulder and sprang out of her seat with an agility he didn’t think possible for the feeble, possessed body.

She snatched a parachute from the aisle and turned towards the back of the plane. Just before she was out of reach, Darius pulled the rip cord and grabbed the unfurling nylon chute. Then he whipped out a knife from the sheath on his ankle and severed the cords.

She hissed and threw down the now useless pack of strings.

Darius took a steady step towards her, confident he had finally trapped L.G. Man. He had finally won.

Her mischievous smirk was his only warning that he was wrong.

She pulled a palm-sized, black metal box from her purse and pointed it at him. The box crackled and two darts with trailing wires shot out of it towards him. They imbedded in his chest and instantly coursed high-voltage electricity throughout his system. Every muscle in his body seized and he slammed to the floor, nearly braining himself on a metal armrest on the way down.

Darius could only watch as L.G. Man dropped the device, zipped up her purse and shuffled the half dozen steps to the back of the plane.

She gripped the handle on the exit door and looked back at him. “I do hope they do not replace you, Darius, because of this.” She waived her hand around the plane.

“Don’t,” he said through clenched teeth. “You won’t survive the fall.”

She shrugged. “Plans change, can you adapt?”

She opened the door and lowered the stairway. Freezing wind screamed into the cabin and the plane pitched violently.

“Bloody hell.” Darius ripped the darts from his chest and pulled himself to his feet.

But L.G. Man had already disappeared into the dark.

Recent Releases

Book 2 of the Insta-Prophecy Hotline Series is now available in eBook and Print.

Paperback Available exclusively with:
Amazon
Amazon UK

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
Kobo

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Ebook available at:
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Kobo

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