This is Book One in the Young Shakespeareans SeriesDancing with Raven by S.G. Rogers
Tori Moss is no stranger to heartbreak. Raised by a foster mother since the deaths of her parents in a horrific accident, she’s poured herself into ballet. A disappointing audition sends her into an emotional tailspin, but it’s the strangely intriguing new guy in school who catches her as she falls. Although Tori and Raven seem to be nothing alike, they share an uncommon ability to see the sudden flood of demons pouring into Los Angeles. When she discovers a plot to bring about the Apocalypse, Tori must decide whom to trust. One wrong step may cost her everything.
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One of the security goblins pointed them to the side entrance
of an adjacent soundstage, which was guarded by another pair of goblins
dressed up as ancient Egyptian pharaohs. Inside the door, a woman clad
in a gold toga sat behind a replica of an Egyptian coffin.
“Word to the wise; the Zombie cocktails are killers.” She lifted a red-tinged concoction in a tall glass and took a sip through a straw. As she smacked her lips afterward, a wisp of smoke curled toward the ceiling and her asps hissed with satisfaction.
Tori leaned closer to Raven. “I’m sensing a theme.”
The toga-clad woman peered at them through her heavy black eyeliner. “Who invited you?”
“Cody Mime,” Felicia said.
The woman’s severe expression softened. “That goat’s a charmer.” Her shiny black hair rippled, and Tori realized it was actually a mass of asps. “All right, boys and girls. No weapons past this point. No fighting with anyone. No photographs or video. Trash talk is strictly prohibited. What happens at the party stays at the party. Do you agree to abide by these rules?”
Tori nodded along with the others.
The toga-clad woman peered at them through her heavy black eyeliner. “Who invited you?”
“Cody Mime,” Felicia said.
The woman’s severe expression softened. “That goat’s a charmer.” Her shiny black hair rippled, and Tori realized it was actually a mass of asps. “All right, boys and girls. No weapons past this point. No fighting with anyone. No photographs or video. Trash talk is strictly prohibited. What happens at the party stays at the party. Do you agree to abide by these rules?”
Tori nodded along with the others.
“Word to the wise; the Zombie cocktails are killers.” She lifted a red-tinged concoction in a tall glass and took a sip through a straw. As she smacked her lips afterward, a wisp of smoke curled toward the ceiling and her asps hissed with satisfaction.
About the Author:
Currently residing in beautiful Savannah, Georgia, S.G. Rogers writes historical romance, fantasy, and romantic fantasy stories. She’s owned by two hairless cats, Houdini and Nikita, and lives on an island populated by exotic birds, deer and the occasional gator. Tab is her beverage of choice, but when she imbibes, a cranberry vodka martini doesn’t go amiss.
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