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Wrath’s Patience – Excerpt

‘Stay away.’

Her voice reached his ears stroking down his back like the flutter of fingers. He couldn’t, goddamn him, he couldn’t turn and leave now. She had done something to him when she threw out her magic and shocked his body. Not only that, but he felt a drive to protect, not just her, but that small young of hers.

He had been shocked when a second female had come out, almost identical to the one that smelt like vanilla, only this female had slightly darker hair, was built differently, and walked with a pure stubborn confidence. To his eyes those two women might be twins but they were vastly different from each other. His eyes were locked on only one female right now, her body silhouetted by the light within the cabin.

In the back of his brain, he could feel the buzzing of madness trying to regain its hold on him. The pain was a slow pulsing behind his eyes, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. He considered leaving but fear gripped him. If he left he might forget she was here. The madness would consume him again, and he might hurt her or her child. That would be unacceptable, he needed her to help him, he needed her voice to drive away the rage.

Lifting his large head he slowly padded from the bushes and began to scan the clearing, it was large with a gravel driveway heading off into the woods. Off to one side sat a rundown barn where he could scent all kinds of animals, some of them not even of this mortal world. Slowly he headed in that direction a soft light emitting from within the barn.

Pushing his nose through the door he sat down taking in the scene of large pens and a few stables, most holding some kind of animal. It didn’t take long for them to notice him. Those that were natural prey shrunk back, making sounds of warning, they felt a predator in their midst. He ignored them focusing his flame eyes on the large white stallion that watched him with silver eyes, shimmering large white wings folded up on his back, a nasty looking wound on his hind leg.

You do not belong, Dimoni. You are wrong. The stallion walked to the door and poked his head from his stall flicking his huge wings out and folding them against his back.

He felt the beast speaking with him. His brain tingled with the sensation. He followed that path of communication reaching for words. He could almost remember words.

I.Do. Not remember. He shook his head hard, the words forming slowly.

You are cursed, I can smell it, as do all creatures of the world. You should leave. The pegasus stomped his foot against the stable floor snorting loudly.

I cannot. Need to stay, need her. The stallion reared in his stable and snorted again sending all the animals in the barn into a frenzy.

She is Seer, speaker of beasts, you will stay away, Dimoni!

The wolf shook his head. I cannot. Their conversation was cut short as he heard a door at the other end of the barn opening and the voice of the twin sister filling the room. The wolf darted into an empty stall dropping low to the ground to hide in the shadows as the one who did not smell of vanilla entered.

“What’s wrong with everyone? If you hurt yourselves again I’m not fixing it.” The not vanilla-one looked around the barn quickly. She walked to the stable that held the pegasus stroking down his magnificent face slowly.

“Easy now, what’s going on?” The winged beast snorted and scraped at the floor again but let the little human touch him. The wolf watched his ears flicking forward as a soft glow encompassed her hand as she stroked down the beasts’ long nose. The stallion settled and her bright eyes began to scan the barn. She was a smart one, she knew something was up. He would have to watch out for this one, she might get in the way of his plan to be near the female he needed. No one would get in his way, he could not allow that to happen.

Envy’s Kindness – Excerpt

Ze stopped the bike and took in the homey scene before him. The door to an almost totally rusted-out hunk of junk truck stood open, illuminating the food strewn across the ground.  Broken eggs oozed out of their shells and mingled with spilled milk in the dirt, leaving a disgusting puddle in the middle of the driveway.

The only thing that came to mind in that second was the Malakhim. Those messed up angels had decided that ending the human race was next on their to-do list. Couldn’t they just take up needlepoint if they were bored? Damn bastards were hunting for the Seers. Women with magical blood running through their veins. Their whole plan hinged on capturing one alive so they could make her open Pandora’s Box and release the remaining Sins trapped within, thereby bringing about the total destruction of the world. So the carnage of groceries strewn like leaves had him rushing from the bike and pounding on the door.

“Sera Holt!” He shouted her name, pulling on the door. Muffled whimpering and crashing came from inside. Panic rose in his chest. He gripped the handle and yanked. The flimsy door ripped from the frame, and Ze rushed into the farmhouse battle, ready to defend the Seer with his life.

A section of wall beside his head suddenly exploded. He yelped and dropped to his knees, his silver gaze searching for the assailant, coming to rest on a five-foot-nothing pixie with flaming red hair and blazing jade eyes. She was holding a double barrel shotgun almost the length of her whole damn body, and the death glare was meant only for him. Holy crap—was this the Seer?

“Get out of my house! You can’t be in my house!” She trembled violently. The gun must have been heavy in her grip, but her knees were strong. She was not budging, even if it did look like a stiff breeze could knock her over.

“Whoa! Wait, I’m here to help you!” Ze stuck his hands into the air as another round of buckshot splintered the post and balusters of the staircase. He felt the telltale sting from wood shrapnel against his skin. Damn, he was lucky she was a crap shot. The force of the recoil made the small female stagger, but she recovered quickly, opening the breech, pulling out the spent shells, and replacing them with quick skill.

“You have five seconds to get off my property before I blow your head off!” She lifted the reloaded firearm, sighting down the length of the barrel.

Ze remained in a kneeling position, his hands up and eyes wide as he stared death in its dazzling jade eyes.  “Listen to me, Sera. My name is Ze. I’ve been sent to get you. Isabelle assured me you would understand. She said she found you, reached for you from afar.” He was one dead demon if she didn’t drop the gun. Tiny as she was with her mane of wild red hair and flashing eyes, she held some strength in her little body, and her arms were beginning to shake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know anyone named Isabelle!” Ze made no move toward her, nothing threatening at all.

“Okay, she said this might happen. I have something for you. She told me you would understand. I have it written somewhere, damn it…” He patted his jacket pockets, trying to find the letter Isabelle had written to the crazy woman. Reaching inside his jacket, however, was a stupid idea.

“No! Take your hands out!” Panic filled the room, and the gun went off a third time. The banister beside him exploded, sending shards of wood and pellets deep into the side of his face and neck.

Ze hissed loudly and leaned forward, covering his face, swearing low. He gritted his teeth at the radiating pain. He was just lucky he hadn’t lost an eye. The gun clattered to the floor, and he looked up. The crazy pixie was terrified. Shaking her head, she backed away as if he were the one holding the gun on her.

Her eyes were wide with terror, her skin taking on the pallor of fear, losing all of that beautiful red rage she had held only moments before. The woman was breaking apart right before his eyes. Unsure if she was actually seeing him or just reacting to the blood, Ze winced and stood slowly. Her eyes were locked on the blood streaming down his face, dripping to the floor. Her hand moved to her throat.

“My God. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, no, please…” she just kept repeating.

His brother, Abbadon, had been right. Something bad had happened to this woman the last time she helped the police, and because of that, she had withdrawn from the world. Unfortunately, he had barreled in headlong, resurrecting whatever had terrorized her in the past. Guilt hit hard in his gut. He needed to fix this. He moved toward her, exercising caution. She didn’t budge, just continued shaking her head and mumbling she was sorry.

“Easy, Sera. I’m coming toward you, please don’t shoot me again or anything.” He reached out, gently pulling her hand from her throat. “Come on, little pixie, look at me. Let’s get some of that fire back. I much prefer you trying to kill me than this.” Keeping his tone level, he tilted her head up keeping her gaze away from the blood on the floor.

It was as if she were trapped in some inner world, unable to break free. Tears rolled down her cheeks, yet she uttered no sound. It broke him, seeing her in such terror. No one should have to live like this. He racked his brain, trying to think of a way he could get through to her without bringing her any more agony.

Isabelle, his brother’s future wife and the Seer of Empathy, had mentioned that Sera was most likely gifted with psychometry—the ability to see the past. To his people, it was known as Hindsight, one of the great Seer gifts. Using his teeth, he pulled the glove from his hand. He prayed to Hades—and any other god who would listen to his damned soul—that this would work so he could break her free of this comatose stupor in which she was now stuck.

Gently he touched his fingers to her cheek, her whole body convulsing in his arms. She arched her back, collapsing in his grip, taking them both to the floor. Ze felt himself being sucked into the storm within her mind. Keeping his grip on her, he let the power pull him into the swirling waters of memory that held her.

My First Convention

So this weekend was one of firsts. It was the first time I went to a Supernatural Convention, and it was also the first time I was selling the paper copy of Greed’s Charity somewhere. It went really well!

I sold 30 books in total! Met some really wonderful people and I hope picked up a few new fans in the process.

It was also the first time I gave would my newest book-swag

 

So I made keychains, magnets and bookmarks. I even sold a few of those bookmarks just because people wanted them! So all in all it was a great weekend!

This make it a great time to let you know i will have Envy’s Kindness back from my editor at the end of this week and Linda Boulanger who did such a steller job on the first cover is already working on book two!

Things are going great, hey I’ve even been using my acrylic resin to play about and make some other stuff just to see what it would turn out like.

 

I was thinking Necklaces maybe?

 

Been Amazing!

So this last week has been simply amazing! From the cover reveal to the actual book release I have met some amazing people. I have gained a serious fan in Amanda Medina, she needs like a full body pillow or Greed or something to keep her happy! Elaina and Abrianna have simply been the best, if not for them I don’t think I could have made it through some of this insanity without them.

J.L Baldwin, Sylvie and Megan! We’re like the terrible threesome running around always at the same events! And you know what makes me happy? Is giving away to those like Amber, it makes my day knowing that I can bring a smile to people like her! It is exhausting, don’t get me wrong, takeovers and social media but you know what? I am finding I love the time I am spending with all of you out there!

I got my first review, that seriously made my day! You know what is even more amazing, the bookmarks I made, people want me to make them for their own book releases! Things are great. Thank you Zee for all the work you have been doing sharing my stuff recently, you have been great!

 

I also wanted to thank everyone who had so far bought a copy of the book, you are the ones who make this dream come true!

It’s Finally Happening!

So we’re on the home stretch! I am finding it hard to believe after a year of hard work that finally Greed’s Charity will be coming out on the 9th of December!

I am so happy this is finally happening. Book Two Envy’s Kindness is already with my editor!

The cover reveal will be hosted on Facebook on the 3rd and 4th of December! If you have not get signed up to come the link is below!

https://www.facebook.com/events/1628822267411495/
The giveaways will be live! All you have to do is go to my author page and share it on your page.

So current Giveaways for this special event:

2 x $25 Amazon Gift cards
2 x Signed copies of Greed’s Charity
2 x ebook copies of Greed’s Charity
4 x Handmade Beaded bookmarks

The special giveaway for the whole two day event is a Amazon Kindle Fire “7 Tablet!

Winners will be announced at the end of the cover reveal!

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Encouragement and Strength

I have noticed a trend, as authors we’re a depressive lot. LOL

I am part of a wonderful group, seriously IABB is more like a support group for over worked, underappreciated writers than anything else. We’re a group of likeminded individuals, unless you count Chip who is kinda out there alllll on his own, but that’s why we love him. We all mingle together and we support one another, we help one another and we cheer each other up. We have THE most stupid conversations you have ever seen in your lives.

Spam, how we got on spam and spam being magical and having the power to turn my friend Judith into a squid, I don’t know. I promise, we’re not taking drugs!  We have this one thing, on Thursdays called Confessions, we’re kinda all addicted, seriously it didn’t happen for like 2 weeks and people were having withdrawals, it was scary. Anyway, so you write in to the admin with a confession, anything you like, about anything, anonymously. And we all comment on them, some good, some bad, some reeeeeeeeally ugly.

So I see a lot (recently) people suffering with some level of depression or feeling inadequate. This is for you, for me, for everyone, because I’m one of them. You know even if you are undergoing treatment like myself it’s always there. You know the funny thing? When you tell people “I’m depressed” the first thing they say.. “What do you have to be depressed about?” OMG!!! It is not about a thing, or even a particular situation. It just is. It sits there like a monster hiding in back of your mind, sometimes it is quiet and hides away for months and then just something triggers it and bam it sweeps over you like a cloud and you heart tightens and everything becomes pain, struggle. Everything is a fight, just getting through the day, you know you have to, so you do, but it is a battle.

When I see these posts from people I might know, I feel for them because I am them. It took me years before I finally allowed myself to admit that I couldn’t just talk it out with a therapist anymore. I had to get medicated, I didn’t want to, still don’t, but I need to. I have noticed a massive change, I no longer feel that impending, unending emptiness that was always there.

I’m not cured, it will never go away, I can just ignore it easier 

So I always try and encourage them to be strong. But I don’t use the same old cliché words, “stay strong, you can do it!” “You need to get some help” “It will get better”. It will get better, eventually, but only when you’re ready for it, and yes be strong, but only as strong as you feel you can be in this moment, small steps. Help? Only when YOU are ready, don’t let anyone force it on you, it will only make things worse. Above all, I’m here, message me.

No one ever has, I just hope they know, they can 

Diary: Tormented Writer

Day 32 – I have been out on this rig for 32 days… I am getting sick of looking at the sea. You know it is getting bad when you get excited because the sea has a slight color change from azure blue to grey blue because it’s raining. Yeah, I’ve been out here THAT long. On the bright side I get to go home in four days, four more days and I’m free for four weeks away from a floating death trap in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. Suffice to say it’s hardly the best environment to write in if you are trying to get those imaginative juices flowing towards paranormal romance, unless of course I’m dreaming of the new Aquaman coming to kidnap me from the new level of hell I’ve stumbled upon.

Let us please, take a moment and take in Aquaman, hmmmm. Yes please, unlike Batman and Superman, Aquaman, is much improved 

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Anyway enough about my cabin fever and dreaming about how the hell to get off this noisy rust bucket, preferably with Aquaman… drools

I’ve been busy (when not actually doing my job, not out here for fun you know LOL) going through book two, which I’ve now completed. How on earth I managed to ADD 4,000 words to it when I was trying to clean it up I will never know! I had intended to go right on to Book Three and start reading through it like I did Book Two, but considering I hadn’t really added anything to Book Four in a while I figured I better get back to the writing.

So I managed to add 2,000 words to the beginning of the book, but now I am wondering if perhaps I am starting the book in the wrong way. It follows on directly from the end of Book Three, Wrath and Layla’s book. So if you didn’t read it you won’t really know what is going on, even though I do give some details about what happened in the last book as you have to in series writing. But that is the idea of a series I suppose, you’re supposed to read it in order. I just worry that if someone picks it up not knowing it’s book four and is thrown into the middle like that they will be lost as a goose in a hailstorm! (as my boss likes to say, good ol’ Texan that he is)

Oh well, can’t worry about it right now, I need to write it first then I can worry about it later. Lust/Deus is proving to be harder to write then Wrath/Tanus was. I expected him to be much easier considering how much he bugged me to have his time in the spotlight while I was writing book three. Well that was before… oops, almost gave some of the book away  LOL

I ‘m sure once I get going it will all begin to flow as it did with his brothers. Poor Deus has a fight ahead of him, lets put it that way. It will be worth it in the end, after all, the most important things are worth fighting for and hardest to keep, and sometimes you can’t lock them away, sometimes you have to let go and just feel instead of thinking too much. 

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Book Two: Envy’s Kindness

So now that Book One: Greed’s Charity is back with Ellen for line edit, I thought I would take a look at book two, ya know just read through it again, its been a few months.

Head Desk

Yeah, I am a terrible head hopper. OMG, bad Becki!

Of course this means I have to be critical and try and separate out who’s brain I’m in for what scene. In other words, Ze (Envy) doesn’t get to always have his thoughts in the scene. Which might not be a bad thing lol

Of course like most writers I am SUPER critical of myself, so I will no doubt go through it again LOL annnd one more time before I give it to Ellen in 4 months time-ish.

I am aiming for one book every 6-8 months or so.

Book Three: Wrath’s Patience, is also finished on my end, I will need to do this same process with Wrath’s book, oh god I can see the hours of work ahead changing the POV’s because I just get in the zone and start writing, the story comes out as I write and I worry about the rest of it all later.

Great for my creativity, bad for writing an actual book people want to read! LOL

I should be writing Book Four: Lust’s Chastity, Asmodeus is going to have to wait while I work on Ze’s book for now. He is very annoyed he wants his book done, Lust can be demanding LOL not that i’m complaining!

 

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