Spotlight with Excerpt: Siren’s Call (Book #1: Sirens Series) by Jessica Cage

Title: Siren's Call Series: Book #1:  Author: Jessica Cage Published: April 3, 2014
Title: Siren’s Call
Series: Book #1:
Author: Jessica Cage
Published: April 3, 2014


After being snatched from the street and drugged Syrinada wakes to find herself strapped to a bed with a predator in the next room. In a moment where she might have shut down and accepted her fate, a defense mechanism she isn’t aware she possesses surfaces. Syrinanda struggles to understand the turn that her life has taken. What are these new powers and who can she turn to for guidance?  Malachi, a long time friend knows more about here than he has ever admitted. When he witnesses her tapping into this unknown source of power he steps in. There is more about him that she doesn’t know and now is the time to pull off the mask. He reveals to her that she is a Siren. But there is more to Sy’s background, darker things, and for that reason she must stay hidden. But the call of the siren is a strong one and Sy finds herself incapable of denying her new urges. Now that she has brought attention to herself they must flee, but how long can you run before your demons catch up with you?


 Tasha wasn’t there. That’s when I began to panic. What if something had happened to her? As the terror crept over me, I heard her; at least I thought I did. My friend sounded confused or drunk. I turned to see the alley; the entrance to it was at the back of the line. I poked my head around the corner and I saw him. For a second I froze because I recognized him. Yeah, he was a bit cleaner, less grungy looking, but it was really him. Number three in my sketches. He was there that night, when I was taken. I remembered him instantly, even though I only saw the side of his face. He had a scar right below his eye and his skin had that same odd tint of grey, the shade of the sick and dying.

Then I noticed he was hovering over something, no someone. I see her legs and then he shifted to the side and I see my friend, Latasha, lying on the ground. She looked scared, but mostly because she was too drunk to understand what was happening to her. He reached for her and I felt my blood boil.

“Hey!” I called out to him and he turned to me. “Get away from her.”

“And what are you going to do if I don’t?” He stepped towards me then stopped. “Oh, I remember you, the pretty one that got away.” He laughed.

“Leave her alone.”

“Or what? You haven’t told me. By the way, how the hell did you get away? What happened to Rodney?”

“Would you like to find out?” I ask, and I cannot understand why my question sounds more like a threat.

“Oh please baby, show me.” He grins and I see his teeth, they are yellow and decaying. His breath is strong enough to overtake the stench of mildew and garbage that lingers in the alley.

“I’ll show you.” The confidence in my strut as I walk over to him isn’t one that I recognize. It’s as if my body is acting separately from my mind.

I approached him slowly and he bucked out his chest. He was obviously proud and cocky; he actually thought that he was appealing. It was a sad display and I felt my stomach turn. Somehow I was able to stomach his stench long enough to get close. I touched his face and brought him closer to me.

“Oh yeah baby.” He groans.

I find it pathetic that just a touch got him so excited and that he actually thought that I would allow him to touch me. At least he preferred a willing victim to an unconscious one. I smiled at him, and I could actually taste his pleasure in the air. All that from a smile? I didn’t question the fact that I was tasting pleasure or that I could almost see it coming from him. The heat rose, waves of it, as his body temperature rose. Suddenly I was hungry, but not for food, for his lust, and his pleasure. Before I could stop myself, my lips were on his and I was kissing him hungrily. He was into it of course; he grabbed at me and pulled at my clothing. He grinded his body up against my own, and then he changed. He began to struggle, trying to pull away and yet pushing himself further into me. He wants me, and he wants to get away at the same time,

“Sy stop!” I heard him, behind me, Malachi. I released the man and it was a moment before I realized that he actually dropped to the ground when I let him go.

“What?” I screeched at Malachi. I was angry, and he had interrupted my pleasure.

“Look at what you are doing.” He said calmly. His hands were up to show he meant no harm.

I turned to the man; he looked different as he lay on the ground in front of me. His body was withered and old.

“What the hell?!”

“I will explain it to you, later. Now, we have to get the hell out of here.”

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