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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Excerpt Thursday - The Huntress

My New Adult Series

Paranormal / Fantasy
OUT TODAY!




What would you do if you woke up in another realm where the residents are beings from fictional tales?


Where all those things that go bump in the night are real and other realities do exist!!




Damariss Maxx just woke up in a world where all those things that go bump in the night are real.

An alternate realm where the residents are beings she thought only existed in fiction.

Will she find the way to keep life normal and simple for those unknowing without losing her own sanity?

All she has to do now is find a way to protect the people in her world from the nightmares that have bleed from this other realm into it and fulfill a prophecy that says she's their huntress queen or doom this other world to a bleak, violent existence.

Neon green eyes moved over me and then paused on the arm still behind my back.  He sneered and steeped towards me again.
Taking a nice wide stance, I braced myself for some action and pulled the raptor free.  With a very practiced move, I flipped it from a hidden position to plain sight.  I locked eyes with him.  “You.  Back off now or I will slice you a whole new lifestyle.”
He stopped and there was no mistaking the shock on his face.  I heard a few snickers, but wasn’t about to look away from a pissy male that had just been put on pause by a woman half his size, even one that was having a bad day.
“Stand down.” A voice of definite authority ended all motion and sound in the room.
My glowing aggressor stepped back and moved aside so I had a clear sight line to the man behind the desk.  Nothing on him was glowing. To be honest, he was most likely the nicest-looking piece of man I’d ever seen.  The am-I-drooling-on-myself kind of nice.  He had long blonde hair that made my own look blunt and in need of some serious conditioning therapy.  His face was taken right off some Greek god lineage of masculine beauty and slapped onto what looked like a body to match—at least the part I could see above the desk.
“Everyone move back and let our guest have a little breathing room.”
Like soldiers marching, the six light-radiating beings stepped back as far as furniture and walls would allow.  The Greek Adonis gave a small nod of approval and then looked at me.  Hazel eyes with long lashes that made me jealous looked at me patiently.  Feeling really awkward, I slid the blade back into the sheath on my back and stood up straight.  Slowly his eyes moved to the only body that hadn’t moved away from me.
“Quinton, I was beginning to worry.  You’ve been gone three nights.”
“I was safe enough.” Again there was barely a trace of the lisp, as if he tried harder to conceal it then he had with me.
“I don’t doubt it, but next time call or at least turn on your phone.”
Phone?  Music to my ears thank you very much for this weirdness, now call me a cab.
“Please take a seat.”
Eyes widening, I looked back to see him looking at me.  Glancing around at the others, I moved and sat on the edge of a chair closest to the door, trying to stay at an angle that let me see if one of the glow-brights made a move toward me.
Quinton came over and stood behind the chair, his sad eyes conveying he had my back.  At this point I’d take what I could get.
The white haired one moved around to stand behind the desk. He crossed his arms, green eyes shooting darts at me.  One of the others moved over and stood behind him. He wasn’t as unearthly looking, with a dimmer shade of blue aura and red eyes.
“She’s looking at us like she can see us.” One of them said with fear in his voice.
Were my eyes supposed to be obscured?  I could see them and I wasn’t sure who but I could definitely smell one of them too and he was long overdue for a little personal hygiene.  Slowly they moved to stand where I could see them, my first thought right after you’re screwed was all those horror movie marathons were coming back to get me.  All that was missing at this point was the screaming damsel —oh wait, I could play that part.  I wasn’t much of a screamer and rarely freaked out, but there’s always a first time.
Glancing around the room again, hoping I’d missed the flashing exit sign I noticed the looks I was receiving ranged from shock to disdain.  Except for the cutie behind the desk.  Actually he fit more into the hottie category and leaned heavily to the sophisticated side of life with the way he just sat there observing everything.
Raising a hand, he waved off the others from speaking.  “Do you know how you got here?”
Saving the lengthy explanations on my own personal theories I just shook my head in answer.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
He seemed like he was really trying to help me.  I shrugged.  “Not much, I was chasing down a bounty.”
“You’re a bounty hunter?”
I nodded and then froze when there were several gasps and sounds of shock in the room.  Quinton sounded like he sighed in relief. I hoped that meant a bounty hunter was good thing in this place.  “Where the hell is this?”
He leaned forward on the desk and looked like he was trying to think of a way to explain it to me.  “This is Alterealm, which is more or less the same time, same place as you came from, just a slightly different reality.” He smirked.  “I believe we’re what nightmares are based on.” 
Raising an eyebrow, I looked around at the guys with their own light systems built in and their pimped out eyes.  “Are you seriously telling me that all those things that go bump in the night are true?”
The sexy one behind the desk flashed red eyes and I’m not kidding, fangs at me for a few seconds, just long enough to make sure I caught it all.
“Proof enough?”



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Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Excerpt Thursday - After the Silence Bree (4)


One woman’s journey through the chaotic new world.

Those left standing make the paths for the future generations.


When the Mother Nature decides she’s had enough and begins to fight back, survival takes on a whole new meaning.  If the earth is the enemy – there are no rules and all you can do is try to survive the odds.

Those the planet allowed to live still have to survive the trials of the virus. If you manage to come out of it alive you are left with some form of mutation that could give you an ability that could be harmless or lethal.

Bree Taylor is the last survivor of her family.  With no other choice she sets off on her own to escape the clutches of the new government’s army—that does not place safety and security in their code of behavior only the highest bidder get their protection and loyalty.

Living in a world of unstable climate changes becomes a journey she won’t soon forget.  She has to be prepared for anything at all times out in the new country and has to be wary of every person she meets. All while staying out of the path of the new army.




When I stopped feeling thirsty, I knew I’d reached some sort of bridge.  A person should always feel thirst to some degree I imagined.  My stomach, was insistently reminding me that I hadn’t had more than a few sips in the time I’d been here—I still didn’t try to identify what the taste had been.  With each second I lay there in the dark, I felt myself starting to accept not getting out of here. 
My teeth hurt from trying to chew the cord around my wrists to free my hands.  Why they only tied my hands I didn’t know, was I a threat to the two men that were always outside the door? In my weakened state probably not much of one, unless they were afraid I’d flick dirt off the floor at them when they came in.
Jerking awake I stopped and listened, a wolf howled and tears rolled down my cheeks.  I didn’t think I had any fluid left inside me to come out.  Would Kismet stick with Tremor?  I lie there gasping through my tears wishing some nice and seemingly normal person would come across them and look out for them.  Would that be asking too much?  Rubbing my filth covered hands over my cheeks I tried to erase the tears along with the guilt that I had failed the two creatures I called friends.
Drifting off I thought of Bobby and hoped he made it to the mountains in one piece.  As hard as I tried not to think about Kane, I did anyways.  Would he know what happened to me or just wander around trying to pick up my trail and find where I’d settled.  I wasn’t going to be settling anywhere—I now admitted it. 
Closing my eyes I rested my head back against the hard dirt floor and pictured Kane’s silver eyes and that look he gave me when I annoyed him in some way.  He’d carry on, as he had been doing before I met him and those he looked out for would forever be grateful.
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My eyes popped open and it took me several seconds to remember where I was.  My hip had pains shooting through it and I wanted to scream, but breathing took all the energy I had, there was none to spare for moaning out loud.  The voices outside drifted within hearing and I strained to hear what they said.  Was I being moved now?  I fought to keep my eyes open to be aware when they did come inside.  For half a second I could have sworn I heard Kane on the other side of the wall.  I knew I was delirious now. 
I listened some more, trying to keep my focus.  What were they doing out there?  I couldn’t identify the sounds.  Carrying something heavy maybe with all the grunting?  I smirked alone in the dark; at least my imagination hadn’t left me. 
I heard a noise that rang so familiar I had to sit up, something had growled on the other side of the wall.  In all the time they had kept me here I had not heard a dog or any noise that would lead me to believe there was one here.  The growl was louder and a memory crawled down my spine.  I had either lost all sense or Kismet was outside.



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Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
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