TEASER TUESDAY 12-28-2010

Here’s a new Teaser for you all. It’s the first section of my newest WIP. I don’t have a title yet, but hopefully it will come to me soon… Please comment and tell me what you think.

The Funeral

The warm Texas sun beat down on the green canopy above me between passing clouds. Even in the shade I was beginning to sweat beneath my black sundress.  The wind blew just enough to send wafts of hideous smelling perfume across my face. I was thankful for my dark sunglasses, not because they protected my eyes from the peek-a-boo sunlight that bounced out from behind looming rain clouds but because they hid my eyes from the few people sitting around me. I didn’t know half of them and was not looking forward to standing at the end of the service and listening to more sympathetic words from strangers.

The metal chair beneath me cut into my back as I tried my best to get comfortable. I stared at the single white rose clutched in my hands. Its thorns were on the verge of piercing my skin. The words of the pastor were nothing more than mumbling to me. They entered my ears and didn’t register with my brain as actual words.
I want this to be done, over with, finished, so I can go home.

The pain in my chest had subsided for the moment, but I knew the moment I stood to do my part and place the rose on her lowering casket I would feel it again. A part of me wanted to climb inside with her and die so that we could be together again. I couldn’t though, it was bad enough that I was getting swamped with unwanted hugs from women I had never seen before. If I climbed onto her casket they would have me locked up as crazy.
The light squeal of car brakes broke through the mumbling of the pastor. I wanted to turn around and see who was showing up late, but thought better of it. Hopefully, it wasn’t another strangers. Maybe one of my friends, back from vacation early, had come to give me comfort.

What is it about funerals that bring long lost friends out of the woodwork?

I was back to staring at the rose. Its petals were beautiful, just like her, pure and perfect. The thorns reminded me of her strength. She had always been strong. The pastor stopped his mumbling and now stood beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
Guess this is my cue to get up and say goodbye.

I stood, on wobbly legs from sitting in the same position for too long, and made my way to the closed casket. A part of me wished it were open so I could see her face just one more time but the man at the mortuary, James, had said it would be better for everyone if it was closed. I stood at the side of the casket; its sleek black paint bounced the sunlight back onto me. A tear fell from my eye, running down my cheek. I didn’t think I had any more of them left. I had cried a lot in the last few days. Placing the rose to my lips I kissed it before setting it on the casket and resting my shaky hand atop it.
“Good bye Mom, I love you,” I whispered.

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TEASER TUESDAY 12-21-10

Here’s a snippet from ‘RISE OF THE WARRIORS’ It’s a short little fight scene where Violet gets to go up against the bad guys.  ENJOY!

IMMORTAL BEGINNINGS:RISE OF THE WARRIORS

Excerpt from pg. 124

 

“Finish him Gabe. I do not have time to waste on saving you again,” Levi said.
Gabe grasped Darius, wrapping his arms around him. He leaned his mouth to Darius’ throat, poised to bite.
“No!” Violet cried out.
Eric rushed to Darius’ aide, grabbing Gabe’s head and pulling him back. Gabe turned his focus on Eric.
“I should have killed you in the mausoleum,” Gabe said.
Violet watched in horror as Gabe grabbed Eric’s head with both his hands and twisted. The sound of bones snapping pierced her heart. Fury filled her as Eric’s body fell to the floor beside Gabe. She blasted Gabe with all her strength, sending him against the wall. Once he was pinned she reached her hand up, extending her fingers as his body reacted, stretching each appendage further apart until his arms and legs disconnected from his body. Gabe cried out in pain as Violet continued to stretch his neck further from his body until his head was separated and crashed into the ceiling. Blood dripped down the wall as she lowered her hand. Gabe’s torso thudded to the floor.
The anger was still boiling inside her. She turned her eyes to Levi. He stared at the remains of Gabe with horror. He had no idea Violet was capable of something that gruesome. He was proud in a strange way. She stalked toward Levi; Darius following close behind her. She was oblivious to anything except him. The soldiers continued to fight as more Night Children filed in the room. Vitus and Trevin fought along side them, making their way to Violet and Levi. It would take more than just her strength to finish him.
She pushed against his mind once more, sending Levi to the floor. He was strong, but her fury was stronger. Vitus saw his chance and used his mind to try and gain control of Levi’s. With the chaos and confusion all around them Levi was vulnerable.
“This ends now… Father,” Violet said as she pointed her sword at him.

Teaser Tuesday 3-23-2010

Well here is a brand new teaser from a shiny new WIP.  This excerpt is from the very first few pages of the book. Let me know what you think.

SCARRED

excerpt from pg.1

Chapter 1

Jordyn sat on the floor, leaning over the windowsill watching the trail of smoke from her cigarette flow outside. The early morning air was cool on her face as she took another drag, trying to calm her nerves. The nightmare was always the same. Every time she started out in a new place it came to her. The memory from her childhood that she couldn’t escape. She stretched out her right hand, looking over the disfigured flesh that covered it. When she was younger she used to try and make out shapes from the scars, now she just stared at them. She glanced over her shoulder at the glowing alarm clock and sighed.

“Guess I need to get a move on,” she said, stubbing the fire of her cigarette out on the edge of the windowsill.

Her new room was nicer than the last one, she thought. The walls were painted deep red with black trim around the edges. She was thankful that this foster home wasn’t like the last.

“Well, Skittles, at least Glenda and Chris don’t seem too uptight. They haven’t tried to shove a bible down my throat or prayed for me yet,” she said.

Jordyn walked over to her bed, gently running her hand over the soft white fur of her ferret. He responded by lifting his head and nuzzling his nose into the palm of her hand.

“Not that it matters anyway right? Once I graduate I’ll be on my own.”

Skittles looked up at her before laying his head back down on the plush red pillow. She patted the top of his head once more before heading to her closet.

“You know, it could be a lot worse. Remember Bible thumping Betty and her pedophile husband Ray? Man I couldn’t wait to get out of that home.”

Skittles began cleaning himself, the small collar on his neck jingled as the tags bounced off of one another.

Jordyn liked to think that on some level Skittles understood everything she said. It gave her a sense of peace to think there was one being that understood her, even if it was a ferret. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt from the closet before walking out of the room, blowing a kiss to Skittles as he yawned.

“You go back to sleep. I have to get ready for school,” she grumbled.

The sounds of movement coming from the kitchen reminded her that Glenda was a morning person.

“Wonder how long she’s been up?” she said as she opened the bathroom door and closed it behind her.

The shower was refreshing; it seemed to wash away the last remnants of her nightmare. She stood under the warm water as it raced along her body. She couldn’t feel the intensity of the water on her right shoulder but she knew it was there. The scars that trailed up her right arm and onto her back and neck prevented her from feeling a lot of sensations. She could tell hot and cold, but anything like a gentle touch or rushing water felt like nothing to her. She finished her shower and stepped out onto the bright yellow floor mat.

The mirror over the sink was covered with steam from the shower. She wiped her hand across it and looked at her reflection. Her dark red hair clung to her face and neck. She pulled a towel from the cabinet and flipping her head down, wrapped it up around her hair. From the left she looked like a normal seventeen-year-old girl, but from the right she looked like a freak. At least that was what most people saw. The scars on her right side ran up her neck and onto her cheek, ending just below her eye.

She picked up the bottle of lotion and squeezed out enough to rub on her face. She had stopped trying to cover the scars with make-up years ago. It didn’t do any good anyway. Instead she opted to just wear her hair down over them, masking them as best she could. Today was going to be filled with stares and whispers, like every other time she had started out in a new school. Hopefully no one would find her interesting enough to bug her with a million questions about her scars. She pulled on her T-shirt and jeans and dried her hair with the towel.

“Well, this is as good as its gonna get,” she mused to her reflection.

 

Teaser Tuesday 2-1-2010

Since you all liked the dialouge between these two characters last time, I figured I would post another snippet from the WIP

THE SACRIFICES: LYCAN CHILD

 

excerpt from pg. 6

ENJOY…

 

“You know we’re gonna need some kind of back story once we get into the school. I doubt anyone will believe we’re brother and sister.” I laughed as Ecyor put his arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him.

“What? Are you kidding? You’re like a carbon copy of me.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Only Ecyor would be oblivious to the differences in our skin color.

“Okay, so you’re an albino copy, but what does it matter?”

I pulled out from his arm and punched his shoulder. “Hey, I’m not an albino, and I’m being serious. Maybe we can say we’re like adopted or something? Of course our ‘parents’ are always gonna be conveniently missing. It’s not that hard to believe, right? Gabriel said the principal at the school is a Witch so we’ll have no problem getting enrolled. Our only problem is finding the Lycan and convincing him he’s in danger.”

We reached a bus stop and I looked over at Ecyor.

“Care to dare public transportation? I hear its all the rage in The Earth Realm.” I laughed.

He ignored my joke and focused his eyes on the map placed inside the covered seating area.

“We’re gonna need to get our hands on a map too. I don’t want to rely on your keen sense of smell to find our way around town.” He answered.

I rolled my eyes as I reached up and jerked the map off of the wall. “Her ya go. One map, as requested.”

He shook his head at me and smiled. “I meant one that had the entire city, not just the stops this particular bus made.”

“Whatever lets just get to Onoskelis. She probably has maps and stuff for us.”

The sound of squealing brakes pierced my ears as the bus appeared.

“Come on. According to my newly acquired ‘map’ this bus stops just down the road from the address Gabriel gave us.” Ecyor said.

I nodded in agreement and followed him onto the bus. Thankfully one of the Faeries had given me some cash before we left. I dropped the coins into the holder and followed Ecyor to the back of the bus.

The humans watched as we passed and I was reminded of the subway with Eli. He had told me to not make eye contact with the humans. They tend to get intrigued by Unforgiven. I averted my eyes from their stares and locked them on Ecyor. He was sitting confidently in a seat near the back. As I plopped down next to him he leaned over close to me.

“They weren’t kidding when they said humans get all googly eyed when you guys look at them.”

I glanced up toward the front of the bus and noticed three sets of male eyes on me. “Quit staring at them.” I whispered.

He looked at me with a devious expression and smiled. “I know of one sure fire way to get them to quit staring at you.” He chuckled.

“You are NOT going to hurt any of them. Just ignore it and they’ll stop.”

He wiggled his eyebrow at me and wrapped his arm over my shoulder, turning me toward him he leaned in close to my face. “Just go with it.”

He turned my body so that the humans could no longer see my face and pulled me close to him. He moaned and rubbed my back as I looked at him with shock.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Making them think you’re with me, now just make some lovey dovey noises and then sit back like you’re out of breath.”

I giggled at the thought of what the humans were seeing and did as he said. When I sat back and looked toward the front of the bus the humans were no longer staring at me.

“See told you it would work.” He laughed as he removed his arm from my shoulder.

“Yeah well, maybe warn me next time. I thought you had gone completely loopy on me.”

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