Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A sneaky peek of "Dark Desire"

Hello fellow Junkies,

Since I haven't posted anything about me and my writing in a little while, I thought I'd share a little bit of my current project, Dark Desire, which is book 2 in the Dark Series. If you've read Dark Deceit already, you'll know who some of these characters are. If not, well then you're just going to have to remedy that. Click on the links below to go to the different platforms to buy Dark Deceit.

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Here's the blurb for Dark Deceit...

 The time of the Aesir gods is over. Now they live amongst the humans in their bustling modern cities. Their brutal dominion over the gods and humans may have ended, but their actions have not been forgotten.


Korvain is feared like no other. His ruthlessness and cold heart are legendary, but when he is given the task of killing one of the most fabled goddesses of all time, he is left with an undeniable desire to make her his own. Failure in his task means only one thing: death. Will he follow his orders, or will he follow his heart?  

Bryn’s whole world crumbled when she left Odin’s service to protect the other Valkyries. Now living with the humans, she is the only thing standing between them and total destruction. But her beliefs are about to be shaken to the core when she meets Korvain—a volatile, completely irresistible Mare who threatens to take away more than just her innocence…

And now for what you've been waiting for...here's the first few paragraphs of Dark Desire

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Chapter 1


One month later…


Taer didn’t want to open her eyes.
She knew what she would find if she did, and she wasn’t ready to experience that again. A deep gasp finally forced her eyes open. All she could see was red. It was everywhere; pooling on the floor beside her head. Tacky, warm blood covered her face and neck.
The desperate sound of gasping made bile creep up the back of her throat, burning the delicate skin. Swallowing it back, Taer rolled her eyes around, trying to make sense of the scene.
The gasping became louder then, and she recognized it for what it was…
Death.
Suffering.
Hopelessness…
Focusing her energy on her heavy limbs, Taer willed her fingers to move. She could feel the fine sheen of sweat lacing her forehead, but they remained motionless. The gurgling breaths continued to get louder—sharper. Taer let her eyes roll in their sockets in the hopes of catching a glimpse of whoever was responsible for the desperate sound.
The sound ripped through her, tearing her heart into shred with every beat that it took because she now knew who was making those fraught sounds.
Adrian.
It was Adrian making those noises. Taer wanted to scream out to her brother, but her tongue lay motionless in her mouth.
Adrian.
He was dying, and she was to blame.
“Adrian.” His name was barely a whispered croak from deep down in Taer’s throat, but she cringed away from the sound.
“Taer, wake up.”
Taer woke with a loud gasp, her breathing labored and straining through her lungs as she tried to draw in deep breaths through her mouth. Blinking rapidly, she looked around the darkened bedroom she’d woken up in for the first time a month ago—awoken on the day that her life had changed forever.
“Are you okay?” Eir asked. Still gasping, Taer focused on the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Valkyrie sitting beside her on the bed. Eir brought her hands to Taer’s chest, her palms beginning to glow slightly. With a relieved groan, Taer slumped back into the pillows, feeling the tightness in her chest beginning to loosen under Eir’s healing hands.
In what felt like forever, Taer’s breathing finally eased, but it also brought that fact that the dream were getting worse to the forefront of her mind.
“You were having another nightmare,” Eir offered up in explanation – repositioning her hands over Taer’s throat. The near constant pain that lingered at the site eased just as the pain in Taer’s chest had. Despite Eir doing her best to heal the muscular and arterial damage to her throat, Taer still suffered from pain. She didn’t know how much longer her body would need to heal the slash to her throat that she’d received from her former guild master, and in a way she never wanted it to go.
“Do you want to talk about it?” the Valkyrie asked, flexing her hands into fists a few times before placing them back in her lap. Taer sat up, letting the sheet fall from her body. Glancing down, she noticed that her tank top was soaked with sweat.
“No,” Taer replied sharply, trying to ignore the way Eir’s expression dropped. Taer knew what the Valkyrie was trying to get her to do, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. If she spoke about Adrian, she would break down and there was no way in Hel that she was going to cry over the death of her brother. “I’ll be fine,” she snarled when the other female continued to stare at her with concern.
Eir nodded and returned to her twin bed on the other side of the room. Eir was one of Bryn’s Valkyries, and also the Goddess of Healing. Taer had been sharing her room since Korvain had brought her to the Valkyries to be healed. And with her house now nothing but charcoal, there was nowhere else she could go. She had no home. No brother. Nothing…except for her desire for revenge.
Taer had her tank top over her head when Eir spoke. “I understand, you know.” Her words were barely audible, and in the cocoon of cotton surrounding Taer’s head, she couldn’t be absolutely sure that she’d heard her right.
Taer bit her tongue. She had to remember that Eir had lost someone, too. Her twin, Kristy, had been killed in front of her by the god, Loki. She must have been suffering just as much as she was, but Taer couldn’t find it in herself to give a fuck.
Pulling another tee over her head, Taer glanced over at the Valkyrie as she sat with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her loose blonde hair curtained the side of her face, making it difficult for Taer to see her face and gauge her emotions.
She knew she should have said something comforting, but Taer had nothing but rage and sadness in her. She didn’t even think it was possible to comfort someone else when she was still so messed up inside. Turning her back on the Valkyrie, Taer stripped the bottom sheet from the bed and went to get another.
After making up her bed, she settled back onto the mattress, letting the pillow cushion her head. Taer was afraid to close her eyes, afraid to dream of her brother again. Although she hadn’t actually seen his death, Korvain had told her that he had died while lying across her chest. Sometimes, she could feel his blood soaking her skin.



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