Blogoversary Celebration: Exclusive Excerpt of "Sealed with a Curse" by Cecy Robson + Giveaway

Posted 24 April, 2013 by Lori @ Romancing the Dark Side in Blogoversary, Giveaways / 25 Comments

My blogoversary celebration continues with the fabulous and talented Cecy Robson who’s joining me today. Cecy is teasing us with an exclusive excerpt from the first installment of the Weird Girls series, Sealed with a Cursed… If you love a feisty heroine in your books, this book has four and some swoon-worthy men, just in case you need a little extra incentive to read 😉 Oh, and did I mention there’s a giveaway? *Carry On…*

Sneak Peek of Sealed with A Curse by Cecy Robson

“Where to, lady?” the cabbie asked.

“Dollar Point.”

The portly cabbie adjusted his baseball cap, but didn’t bother to turn around. Most of the hair he had left hung from his ears. “Sixty bucks,” Prince Charming muttered. He jumped when he caught my scowl in the rearview mirror. “I have to charge more when I cross the state line!”

“It’s less than twelve miles away.”

“I don’t make the rules, lady. I’m just trying to put bread on the table.”

I slumped in my seat. “Fine.”

Sixty bucks for a sixteen-minute ride in a car that reeked of stale cigarettes and armpit. I rolled down the window for some fresh air and debated whether to return to the bar―not for my sisters, who were fine, but to get another glimpse of those steamy baby browns. I abandoned the idea. His girlfriend wouldn’t be happy. Not that I blamed her. If he were mine, and some girl tried to―

The metallic scent of blood burned through my nose.

“Stop the car!”


I shoved my feet back into Taran’s death trap shoes. “Stop the car now!”

The cabbie pulled to the side. I bolted out before he finished parking. “Hey, wait. You have to pay!”

I raced toward the scent of death and spilled blood saturating an alleyway between a hair salon and a bookstore. Taran’s shoes dug into my tender feet like white-hot needles, but I didn’t stop, propelled by the need to investigate the dread plaguing the starlit night.

But when I stumbled into the alley, my pace slowed to a crawl.

There wasn’t a body there.

There were two.

Both women. Both young. Both with clothes splattered with their own blood. Their broken bodies lay near a Dumpster, amid a scattered field of discarded newspaper and tabloid magazines.

I wished fang marks had pierced their necks. Fang marks would have been welcome. Instead chunks of serrated flesh were hollowed through to the vertebra, like a hungry dog had chewed down to the bone.

Except it hadn’t been a dog.

Their bodies were nothing more than sunken shells of gray shriveled skin over bone and withered muscle, drained of the blood that once nourished their organs and allowed them to breathe, laugh . . . live.

One of the women, a dark brunette, rested with hips twisted in the opposite direction from her torso, her eyes wide with blatant terror and pain. She probably would have screamed. But you needed a throat and vocal cords to scream. She had neither, just portions of mutilated flesh.

My heart stopped when I caught sight of the petite honey blonde with long wavy hair. Jesus. She could have been my Emme.

Heavy footsteps echoed behind me. I whipped around, growling.

The cabbie stumbled to a halt, falling to his knees and panting heavily. His stark white face traveled from my protruding fangs to the dead women at my feet. He staggered backward. “Don’t hurt me . . . I didn’t see anything. I-I-I didn’t see anything.”

I retracted my claws and scary teeth. “I’m not going to hurt―”

The cabbie shook his head feverishly. “I didn’t see anything!” He stumbled to his feet, slamming into a garbage can in his haste to get away. Large empty bottles of hair product bounced and rolled onto the concrete behind the terrified cabbie. His heavy legs pumped until he skidded around the dark corner and disappeared.

I reached for my phone and just stared at it, unsure who to call. An infected vampire was on the loose.

More people would die. Bren would race down here to be with me, but then what would we do?

Calling the police seemed appropriate . . . if I were dealing with any run-of-the-mill psycho serial killer.


My fingers swept across my touch screen, searching for Misha’s phone number. In my haste, I continued to hit the wrong contact. Twice I dialed my manager at work. Yeah, like Maureen would charge to the rescue. I took a breath to steady my thundering heart and finally pushed the right button.

The phone rang once, twice.

“Hello?” a sleepy female’s voice purred.

I hung up.

Shit. Shit. Shit. That was when it hit me. Pack weres, like the ones with my sisters, guarded the earth from mystical evil. My eyes skimmed over the women and their mummified physiques. Oh, yeah. I think this qualifies.

I hit the speed dial. Come on, come―

A rush of fury, sweat, and fresh blood swept in from the entranceway.

That’s when I knew I was no longer alone.

“Don’t. Move.” The deep voice sounded more animal than human. But screw him—I moved anyway, crouching with arms and claws out.

Two weres the size of my refrigerator lurked at the mouth of the alley, their stances wide, blocking my escape. Tears and gashes covered their T-shirts and jeans. Blood and drool caked their chests. They marched toward me, fists clenched, growls low and deep.

I glanced down at the bodies, no longer certain an infected vamp had feasted.

I tried to swallow back a growl. It didn’t work. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Too late for that, sweetheart. Chris, she’s yours. We’ll cover you.”


A wolf leaped over the far brick wall with the fluid ease of an eel in water. Except I’d rather have taken on an eel. Four hundred pounds of pissed-off lupine with midnight black fur stalked toward me baring his razor-sharp fangs.

He charged. Goddamn it, he was fast.

But tigers are faster than wolves.


Cecy (pronounced Sessy) Robson is an author with Penguin’s SIGNET ECLIPSE. She attributes her passion for story-telling back to the rough New Jersey neighborhood she was raised in. As a child, she was rarely allowed to leave the safety of her house and passed her time fantasizing about flying, fairies, and things that go bump in the night. Her dad unwittingly encouraged Cecy’s creativity by kissing her goodnight wearing vampire fangs. 

Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, she began writing her Urban Fantasy Romance Series, Weird Girls, in May 2009. THE WEIRD GIRLS: A Novella and SEALED WITH A CURSE are now available. The second novel in The Weird Girls Series, A CURSED EMBRACE, releases July 2, 2013.

Giveaway sponsored by the author
A signed copy of Sealed with a Curse by Cecy Robson is up for grabs! {US Shipping Only}

The Wird sisters are content to avoid the local vampires, werebeasts, and witches of the Lake Tahoe region—until one of them blows up a vampire in self-defense. Everyone knows vampires aren’t aggressive, and killing one is punishable by death. But soon more bloodlust-fueled attacks occur, and the community wonders: are the vampires of Tahoe cursed with a plague?

Celia reluctantly agrees to help Misha, the handsome leader of an infected vampire family. But Aric, the head of the werewolf pack determined to destroy Misha’s family to keep the region safe, warns Celia to stay out of the fight. Caught between two hot alphas, Celia must find a way to please everyone, save everyone, and oh yeah, not lose her heart to the wrong guy—or die a miserable death. Because now that the evil behind the plague knows who Celia is, it’s coming for her and her sisters. This Wird girl has never had it so tough.

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25 Responses to “Blogoversary Celebration: Exclusive Excerpt of "Sealed with a Curse" by Cecy Robson + Giveaway”

  1. Loved the sneak peak. Definitely adding to my must read list. I love the cover and love that it is a series. I am all about series.
    Thanks for the chance to win.

  2. Now I’m really fiending for the book. I put it on my wishlist when I first read the excerpt where the sisters were summoned to a vampire council trail. I had love the chemistry between the sister and their individual personalities. After reading that excerpt I had a feeling this series was going to be a lot of fun. Now with this excerpt, I’m drooling….what a tease!

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