Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
“I’m sorry.” She looked down at the counter. There was no choice; she had to say something to address what happened. “I think that I’m reacting to you this way because I’ve reached the end and I’m not entirely in control of myself. Not as well as I should be, anyway.”
Ben walked toward her. “I’m the one staring at you, Seven.”
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
I thought, even with everything that is going on in my life, I wanted to still participate today in Six Sentence Sunday. This is from my current work in progress. Its called Embraced. Best to all of you!
Ben reached out and grabbed the side of Seven’s face. He wasn’t even aware that he’d done that until it happened. It was like his hand had a mind of it’s own. She had the most incredible blue eyes and now they were blacker than the night sky when he couldn’t see any stars. He should be afraid except he wasn’t. Not at all.
He was drawn to them like the moth was to the buzzing light that he hung on his porches to keep the mosquitoes away.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
She rubbed her head. Personal questions were the worst. Despite her abilities, she hated feeling like a freak. The only reason people wanted to know anything about her so they could talk about her afterwards to their friends or gawk at her. Madame had told them it wasn’t their job to be concerned with what normal, non-conditioned people did. Her role in life was simply to serve others and pray for redemption in the end.
“I’m not sure how old I am.”
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I feel like I'm back in elementary school and I'm running for Vice President. Please vote for me! LOL. But seriously, my Young Adult Book is up for Best Book of January from Happily Ever After Reviews. If you liked the book, could you stop by and vote? I'd appreciate it. The contest is found here.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
“What?” Somewhere along the line Ben had lost track of this conversation.
“Benedicte Lavelle, I’m asking you what you are going to do to mark the death of your wife? Four years ago tomorrow? Ring some kind of bell?”
Ben put his head in his hands. “Jesus Christ.” He’d fucking forgotten. In the midst of it all, he’d forgotten Dana’s death. What kind of monster was he?
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The amazing Jessica Subject has awarded me the Stylish Blogger Award. Thank you Jessica. Please visit Jessica's blog Here!
Friday, February 4, 2011
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
My name is Rachel Clancy. Thirty years before I was born, the world ended. Today is my sixteenth birthday. Today I will go Upwards to fight the monsters and, statistically speaking, I won’t be coming back—at least not still living.
Initiation is the story of sixteen year old Rachel Clancy, born with a specific set of genes that let her fight monsters, she has trained her entire life to kill Vampires and Werewolves. Knowing since birth what her destiny would be has not made the onslaught of emotions she faces as she journey Upwards any easier. It doesn’t help that her father is drunk and her best friend just doesn’t get ‘it.’
Rachel isn’t prepared for the level of deception she faces, and before long she will find herself on a quest she is in no way prepared to handle. What happens next will alter not only Rachel’s life but the lives of everyone she knows. She will learn beyond a shadow of a doubt that sometimes the monsters we know are worse than the ones we don’t and that love can surprise us when it comes from somewhere we never anticipated it.
If she lives, she will be a Warrior. If she doesn’t, no one will ever remember her name.
Genre: Young adult, urban fantasy, paranormal romance
Heat level: 1
Cover art by Dara England
“My mother used to call this apple cider weather.”
I had been doing my best to pretend I was unaffected by Jason’s presence, but I wasn’t. He felt warm, even the distance we walked apart, like he was a hot presence in a world of freezing cold eventualities.
“I know what apples are. We get them sometimes. What is apple cider? Some kind of drink?”
“Breaks my heart that you live in a world with no apple cider.” The grimace on his face was a huge indication then he meant what he said. He really was…beautiful, in a way most guys, or even grown men, were not.
Jason seemed to light up from the inside out. Maybe it came from actually being outside all the time but his skin glowed with freshness. Or maybe it was a Werewolf thing, a monster thing.
“Do you do this all the time? Take on Warriors and not tell them why you’re holding them prisoner?”
He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smile before falling straight again. “Do you feel like a prisoner?”
“Do you answer every question with a question?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I did promise you answers. But first, tell me if you feel better out here? Less likely to hurl away all that fine turkey?”
I stopped walking and turned to look at him. “I feel much better, thank you.” I got my first look at the house we had just exited. I covered my mouth with my hand to suppress my gasp and I looked again. It wasn’t really a house—it was a giant tent—standing in front of a dozen giant tents just like it. I could see from where I stood how it was built. The walls were solid, but only because large beams in the ground held them up. I hadn’t thought to feel the walls earlier. Why would I? They had looked like concrete, but they weren’t, they were actually cloth and something else—vinyl, maybe?
“You guys are prepared to leave at any time, aren’t you?”
“We’re nomadic. We never stay anywhere very long.”
I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard sadness in his voice. I could ask him about it. He’d put his emotion right out there for me to hear it, which begged the question: just how well did I want to know Jason?
At some point, I was going to turn a corner with this Werewolf where I was going to start thinking of him as a living, breathing, cognizant being whose head I wouldn’t be able to cut off. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that.
“Would you rather stay put?” I spoke the words.
“Maybe. See, I can still remember what it was like, to have a house that was a home, to have neighbors, to go to school."