Brit Mott

It’s no grave secret that America’s youth have been bitten by the vampire bite since the release of Twilight and The Vampire Diaries. Well, beware! The Sabina Kane series, written for a mature audience, promises a heart-stopping journey into the paranormal realm. The second book in the series, The Mage in Black, releases April 1.

Written by Plano author Jaye Wells, the series spotlights Sabina Kane, a half-vampire, half-mage assassin who is caught in the middle of a brewing war between two races, vampires and mages. (Mages are magicians.)

“Coming from mixed blood, Sabina is an outcast and she is thrown into a profession that marginalizes her,” said the author. “Assassins are enforcers under the control of the Dominae. When Sabina is asked to kill someone—a friend of hers—she begins questioning her loyalty to the Dominae. Will Sabina join the mages? Book 2, The Mage in Black, is the fallout of her decision.” Read More

Excerpt from The Mage in Black
I was turning toward the front of the store when three redheads came around the back of Adam’s car. My heart sputtered and then kicked into overdrive.

How’d they find me so fast?

"Adam! We've got company!" With one hand, I reached for my waistband and grabbed for my gun. I cursed, realizing I'd left it on Adam's center console along with a box of apple cider bullets. After a few days on the road with no sign of trouble, I’d grown complacent, and now I was about to fight three assassins armed with nothing but the pair of apple wood chopsticks that held my hair back. Awesome.

The mortal man behind the counter wore a red smock with a name tag that read “Darrell.”

"Go lock yourself in the store room."

"Huh?"

I flashed my fangs and pulled him bodily across the counter. “Get the hell out of here!”

Wetness spread across the front of his wrinkled khakis. He stammered for a moment, then turned tail and ran toward the back of the store.

Adam had already spotted the trouble.

I turned toward the door, watching the three vampires make their way toward us. …One second the whole world seemed to hold its breath, and the next, the air exploded with gunfire. I shoved Adam to our right, and we slid down the aisle in a tangle of limbs.

Bullets ripped through the store turning it into Swiss cheese. Sodas exploded in the refrigerated cases, coating us with cold, sticky wetness. Pulverized chocolate, salty snacks and tampons rained down to create a PMS-themed collage on the floor.

"You got any weapons?" I yelled over the noise.

"Magic."

I shot him a look. He smiled.