Book Feature: “Darkness Rising (The Supernaturals)” by Elle Chardou

Please welcome to Lizzyland author Danielle Blanchard (writing as Elle Chardou). She’s sharing her latest novel, “Darkness Rising (The Supernaturals)”

A Pureblood…
Julien Gasquet belongs to the notorious Lycan clan, the Gasquet Pack
based in New Orleans. After a vicious argument, he storms out of the
compound and decides to spend the night with his sister, Jolie, in
Baton Rouge.

A Half-breed…
Martina Beauchamp, is considered an abomination to the Lycans as she
isn’t a pureblood and doesn’t have a pack to call her own. She meets
Julien after a horrifying incident forces her to flee her home and her
car breaks down in the parking lot next to his truck.

The attraction Julien and Martina experience from the moment they meet
isn’t about lust or a one night stand. However, when the pack is
involved in every decision a werewolf makes, is a happy ending at all

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Author Bio:

Elle Chardou is the alter-ego of Danielle Blanchard.

As Ms. Chardou, she has written Darkness Rising, the first novella in
The Supernaturals, a paranormal erotic romance series

She is currently working on The Dawn of Darkness, book two in The
Supernaturals novella series and Love Voodoo: Book I from the
DeGeneration two-part series.




Martina found herself pulling into the parking lot of Tommy’s Pizza.
She pulled down the visor and looked at herself in the mirror. She was
still covered with ash and a stray cigarette butt was caught in her
hair. She opened her handbag, grabbed her brush and allowed her golden
hair to fall around her shoulders. She tossed the cigarette butt out
of the open window and began to brush out her silky strands. She
rearranged her hair in a pony tail with a scrunchie she found in her
handbag and cleaned herself up as best as she could with wet wipes
before she stepped out of the car and walked inside.

She found herself parked next to a flashy late model black Ford F-150
with bumper stickers that read: “Weres have more fun and we can stand
the sun!” and yet another that proclaimed “Take the Civil Rights Bill
of 2014 and shove it up your ass, you undead Fuckers!”

“Mmm, he must be quite the tool,” she mumbled to herself as she walked
inside the restaurant and looked around. The place was half-full but a
waitress lead her to a booth opposite of a young, dark haired man who
ate as if it was going to be his last meal.

“Hey, Tina, can I get you anything?”

Martina looked up at Shelly, the waitress. She lived in the same
trailer park a couple doors’ down from her family with her mother and
her step-father. By the look of resignation on her face, her “new”
daddy was already working on her sexually—no wonder she worked nights.

“Just a cup of coffee, thanks.”

Shelly didn’t even bother to write that down as she walked back over
with a coffee cup and saucer, several packets of Equal and few
containers of cream. She poured the coffee and walked off.

Martina prepared her coffee and took a sip before she pulled out her
three year old Motorola Razr Android that was constantly on the fritz
and called the hospital. It took a while for her mother to be paged
and come to the phone but when she did, she felt the tears start as a
lump formed in the back of her throat.

“Sweetheart, what is it? You know they don’t like me taking calls at work.”

“I told them it was an emergency.”

“Well, is it?”

“I can’t go back home, Mama. Cole tried to rape me and I won’t…I
can’t…if he has already tried, he is going to succeed next time.”

Nora was silent on the other end of the phone. “Darling, we can talk
about this. You can’t leave—”

“Face it, Mama, I should have left the house ages ago. I don’t know
where I am going but it’s just best to leave things the way they are.
He might be in quite the mood once he wakes up. I left him passed out
in my room after I hit him in the head with an ashtray.”

“Are you sure he’s still alive? You could have killed him—”

“He’s alive. I could still smell the vodka coming from his pores when
I left the house. I’ll call you again once I get settled but let’s
just leave it at this tonight, okay? Love you and talk soon.”

“Martina, wait—”

She ended the phone call and placed the mobile back in her handbag.
She swallowed her coffee in several large gulps, left three dollars on
the table and walked outside to her Jetta.

Martina stepped inside and put the keys in the ignition of the car.
She rummaged through her purse until she found her cigarettes, grabbed
one and slipped it between her lips before she lit it and inhaled

Now came the hard part. What was she going to do because honestly,
there was no where for her to go. She had a cousin in Baton Rouge,
Leanne. She attended LSU but lived off campus with a roommate. Maybe
she wouldn’t mind if Martina stayed with her for a few days until she
could get her shit together.

She put out the half finished cigarette in her ashtray and proceeded
to slide the key in the ignition. The car whined in protest but the
engine didn’t turn over.

A cold sweat formed over her body though it was around eighty degrees.
This could not happen, not now, not when she was so close to getting
out of this good for nothing city once and for all.

The universe had a fucked up sense of humor, she thought with
overwhelming anger. Her heart beat with intensity in her chest and it
wasn’t from the surge of nicotine either. She tried to turn over the
engine again but nothing happened.

The inevitable finally hit Martina and it was not pretty. She beat the
steering wheel with her fists and got out of the car before kicking
the tires in anger. “You piece of shit car, you can’t do this to me!
Not here, not tonight, goddamn you!”

“I highly doubt the car gives a shit if you’re stranded,” a deep male
voice said with gravel that would put Vin Diesel to shame.

Martina stopped and turned toward the voice.

It was the same young man she’d sat across from and he stood less than
ten feet away from her.

He was some man, she’d give him that much. It was obvious he was
Lycan—she knew her own people beside being half-shape shifter—with his
tall, lean build and the faint traces of a black eye which were
fading. She would bet her savings he had attained the injuries the
previous night yet by the next day, he would be completely healed.

The guy wasn’t just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous with
expressive blue eyes, delicate features and a mouth so sensuous and
pink, she wanted to do nothing more than devour those lips.

She could smell the sexuality exuding from his pores and took in the
scent of pine and evergreen. He smelled like a wild river with
undercurrents of an earthy, yet otherworldly scent which drove her
nearly wild with lust and need. Where did this man come from and what
the hell was he doing there at Tommy’s Pizza that night of all nights?

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare, you just frightened me is all,” Martina
said when she finally found her voice.

One of his dark eyebrows shot up inquisitively. “Well, it is late and
a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be on her own, especially being a
shifter and all.”

“Half-shifter,” she murmured. “My dad was Lycan and my grandmother was
once part of the Gasquet Pack. At least now I know why I am considered
such a freak around here. No one wants me—”

“You’re considered an abomination,” he finished in a quiet voice. “I
suppose I should introduce myself. Julien Gasquet but everyone calls
me Jules.”

She reluctantly shook his outstretched hand. “I’m Martina Beauchamp.
It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”

The heat between their touch was a bit too electric for her and she
let go albeit reluctantly before she cleared her voice. “Listen, I
guess I should try to get a hold of a tow truck or something.”

Jules’s stare deeply penetrated her and seemed to tease the core of
her being. “If that is what you want to do.” He began to walk away
before he stopped and turned toward her again. “I couldn’t help but
sense your fear and I wouldn’t be a proper southern gentleman if I
left you out here all on your own.”

Martina grabbed her handbag from her vehicle, her movements slightly
shaky. “Listen, I think I might have somewhere to go tonight—”

“Where exactly? Back to your asshole step-father who almost succeeded
in rapin’ you? Listen, I can smell the shifter on you and yes, I know
we are also your people but I have never laid a hand on a woman who
didn’t want me to in my whole life. You’ll be safe with me. I’m just
goin’ to Baton Rouge to visit my sister. She has some spare room and a
sofa you can sleep on tonight. The situation will look a lot clearer
tomorrow. How about it, huh?”

She wanted to be suspicious and ask why he was helping her but then
she thought maybe she was having a blonde moment. Perhaps he wouldn’t
be quite as anxious to help her if she were a three hundred pound
woman but deep down, she knew he was a decent person, albeit more
animal than human by a damn sight. Everyone knew Lycans were much more
wolf than their outer visage indicated and that was the precise reason
why they were so dangerous.

“Thanks. I think I will take you up on that offer.”

Jules smiled though it was a completely friendly gesture. “Great. As
you noticed, I’m parked next to you so just hop in. The alarm is off.”

Martina opened the door to the truck. “What the fuck am I doin’?” she
murmured to herself before she closed it behind her.

2 thoughts on “Book Feature: “Darkness Rising (The Supernaturals)” by Elle Chardou

  1. Thank you for sharing my novella with your audience. It is such an honor and I really do hope your fans who decide to buy it enjoy my take on paranormal romance. Happy reading, everyone! 😉

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