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Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Change isn't always bad, right?

Sorry to have stayed away so long! I've had my fair share of craziness attacking from all fronts lately. Sometimes personal matters get in the way of my writing, and while I hate it, it is necessary. On the upside, I'm about to make some pretty exciting changes in the coming months that will be revealed as they unfold. (Sorry, folks! I can't give away all secrets just yet!)

In case you didn't know, the cover vote for Binding Secrets is currently going on until next week. There are four to choose from and since it's difficult for me to pick, I'm leaving that decision up to you all! The artwork is amazing and I promise you won't be disappointed! 

Fire & Ice: A Legacy of Secrets Novella will be released very, very soon. So soon, in fact, that I'm putting on the finishing touches before it goes to editing and beta readers. I'm extremely excited for this installment as I've been wanting to delve more into this part of the story for a while now. Undoubtedly, there will be more novellas to come as the story unfolds. 

In celebration of the new changes and impending release, I'm throwing in a tasty little morsel from Fire & Ice. If you want to know more, please keep in touch by going to my website. All my social connections and highlights are listed on the main page. If you want to know more, you can always contact me via my website and I'll respond as soon as possible. I love my fans!!!!


The cell was dank and dingy. Water dripped along the walls, creating a draft. Normally the elements wouldn't effect me, but I was starving. It was either days or weeks that I had been left there. Only one enforcer watched me wither away. He sat in an old wooden chair, staring a hole through me. I didn't dare utter a word. I knew it was useless.

I lay with my face against the hard cement floor, wanting to die. I didn't know how it would happen; I just prayed it was quick. Flashes of faces haunted me when I closed my eyes. I didn't recognize them, but I wept anyway. Part of me didn't want to remember.

One such face appeared more than the others; one of a woman. Ringlets hung just at her ears from the strays left behind by her messy bun. Her green eyes were stricken with such sadness, it was almost impossible to bear. Something about her was eerily familiar, but the aches from hunger made it hard to concentrate. Was she a memory from before? Was she a victim of mine? It hurt to think.

A metal door grated in the distance, followed by heavy footfalls. Muffled words were passed to the enforcer on watch, probably about me. I was so weak. Pulling myself up from the floor was next to impossible. My body began to protest with cracks and pops. Rigor-mortise had begun to set in.

"Christ, he can barely move. Didn't you feed him?" one voice said.

"He never asked for food. He didn't say anything at all since he was put in here," the enforcer replied.

"It's your ass if he's dead," the voice replied.

"Christian? Christian, can you hear me?"

"Yes," I choked.

"Hold on, mate. I'll get you something," the footsteps scurried from the room.

I sighed, unsure if it was from relief or disappointment. Death wasn't coming, but my body was dying. I didn't know such a thing was possible. The feeling was strange, to say the least. My already icy body turned colder; my flesh solidifying. To the touch, I was a corpse. It was the perfect punishment.

My throat burned horrifically at a familiar scent. A human approached, deliciously afraid and unwilling. Every muscle in my body twitched in anticipation, releasing a wave of excruciating pain that radiated through me unmercifully. The agony was more than a human could bear, but lucky for me I wasn't human. Oh joy.

1 comment:

  1. oooookkkkkkkk i need to finish this please, please, please hurry up and release this one i gotta read more it captures the mind


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