My BFF talked me into trying my hand at writing. This will be the public site for my posting, my WIP comments, Short Stories, Poems, and just general thoughts on my writing journey. I welcome everyone to read and post comments. Constructive criticism is welcome, trolls…not so much. ;}
From Chapter 34 (not edited):
Aveta stepped forward when Kaden disappeared, as if she would go after him. A muffled moan from the couple on the floor stopped her. She glanced in their direction than back the shadows in front of her. Her lips thinned into a taut line as she stood for several seconds, uncertain of what to do next. A louder groan made the decision for her. She crossed to where Devon was moving restlessly on the floor. Taylor was as still as death in his arms.
“Wake now, Devon Brady.” Aveta whispered. She closed her eyes and sent a thread of her essence into the man, tickling along his nerve endings and simulating his mind. She could feel consciousness returning to him. He’d used his mate bond with Taylor to pursue her into the Ether to bring her back. But before she could come back, he had to remove the athame from where it was embedded in her heart.
“Taylor…” Devon groaned and opened his eyes. His body was stiff from being on the floor so long and he shifted his legs, grimacing as sharp tingles ran up and down his limbs. Taylor’s body moved with his but was still a dead weight in his arms.
“Taylor!” Devon looked down at her pallid face, his eyes seeking signs of life. “Come on, Mo ghra, come back to me. Open those incredible eyes!” Her body remained still. Devon looked up at Aveta standing over them.
“Do something, dammit, you’re a fucking Goddess!” He demanded. “I did what you said to do and went after her. She was coming back with me!” One finger touched Taylor’s faint blue lips. “Why isn’t she…”
“The athame is blocking her from coming back.” Aveta explained. “Only you, her true mate, can remove it before she can travel back to this world.” She gazed at Taylor. “There’s no more time, Devon, you have to do it now or she’ll be lost to this world.”
“Remove it?” He questioned as he squinted up at the Goddess. “How the fuck do I do that? Just yank it out?” Aveta shook her head and sighed.
“You grasp the handle of the blade and slowly, smoothly draw it out.” She answered. “Yanking it out would damage her heart and she may actually die.” Devon cursed under his breath and wrapped the fingers of one hand around the athame handle. It warmed at his touch and he was conscious of power singing within the blade. His fingers tightened and he began to slide the blade from his mate’s heart.
“Careful, Devon.” Aveta whispered and he stiffened, glareing at her before returning his attention to the athame. Inch by inch he withdrew it from Taylor’s heart until at last the point of it pulled clear. Blood saturated the hole and begin to spead out in an expanding bright crimson blotch on her shirt.
“Fuck!” Devon cursed as he dropped the bloody athame and pressed his hand over the wound. Instinctively he forced his magic into the wound but as exhausted as his magic was it didn’t appear to diminish the flow of blood.
“Fuck!” Devon cursed again, desperation in his tone. “I can’t stop the bleeding.” A cool touch brushed the side of his cheek and a quiver of pure, light magic flowed through him and into Taylor’s open wound. He watched as it began to close up from the inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the bleeding slowed, than stopped. Next the wound closed until it was only a faint scar on Taylor’s breast. Devon’s body tensed as for the space of a few heartbeats nothing happened. Suddenly Taylor’s body lurched and she gasped, drawing in a deep lungful of air. Her eyes, when they opened, were a swirling violet hue. The whiteness of her cheeks changed to a pale pink and the tip of her tongue peeped out from between her parched lips, struggling to wet them.
We’ve been back from Hawaii for two weeks now and I’ve been hit and miss on getting a lot done on Taylor and Devon’s story. It’s coming along slowly. I’m going to post this excerpt from chapter 33 (non-edited!) and will post one from chapter 34 in the next post.
“Live?” Jaden ground out. “Do you even understand what my life has been like? What growing up with that… that… piece a shit of a father was like?” He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes burned with anger.
“But you did live!” Aveta pressed home her point. Jaden stepped over the corpse, closing the last foot between them. Aveta was tall in her goddess form, but she had to tilt her head back to meet Jaden’s gaze.
“No,” Jaden uttered, his tone was low and trembling, his breath fanning
her face. “That wasn’t living, that just existing.” He took a deep breath as he
closed his eyes. Aveta could see that he was working to regain some control over his emotions. Without opening his eyes he continued. “Do you what
to know what my life was like with him?” He opened his eyes to glare at
her. His anger was still there but now they also held a haunted expression. He didn’t
wait for her response before continuing.
“I don’t remember very much of him before I turned thirteen, just a lot of
different women working to care for me. They never lasted longer than a year or
so. I realize now that he was kidnapping young women with any kind of magic in
their blood. He permitted them to care for me while he drained their
magic…” He stopped short when Aveta touched his arm.
“You don’t need to tell me, Kaden, I know full well what he did to you.”
He snorted. “You understood he was grooming me to do the same thing? That he compelled me to fuck countless women from the time I was thirteen? You
understood that those…” his voice cracked. “Girls… women… died each time I fucked
one to drain her magic?” He stopped and glared into her eyes. “You were aware of all of
this but decided to only protect my…” With a
sigh he stepped to the side, breaking Aveta’s grip on his forearm. His eyes
moved to the couple on the floor. “Was I so worthless that you
“No!” Now it was Aveta’s turn to be angry. “I… we never thought you were worthless, Jaden.” She stroked his arm. “As much as I disliked leaving you with him as a babe, I had to. You have your own destiny to fulfill. What you endured has made you stronger…”
Jaden threw back his head and laughed contemptuously. “Make me stronger?” His
laugh stopped abruptly. “What it made me is just like my father! It made me a murderer.” He turned away and scanned the floor until he caught sight of what he had come for.
“Kaden, no,” Aveta insisted. “You didn’t kill those girls, he did! He wanted you to believe that you had, but each one of those countless deaths were from his hands!”
Jaden ignored her comments as he saw the object he been looking for. Bending, he picked up William’s withered heart and clenched his fist around it. He watched,
mesmerized, as thick black blood oozed from between his fingers and dripped
slowly to the floor. When he spoke it was more to himself rather then to the goddess
in the room.
“I won’t allow his evil to hurt anybody else.” His voice was hushed and the words
sounded like an oath. Aveta took a step toward him, reaching out for his arm. “No!” He hissed, peering at her as he
clutched the hand gripping the heart to his chest.
“Kaden, stop. Think about what you’re going to do.” She realized that he
intended to take his father’s heart between the realms, beyond the Ether. In
that fiery region, it would be incinerated, burned to ash in blink of an eye.
“Allow me send it there for you,” she kept her tone low, calm and soothing.
“Once it’s gone you will be free of your father. Free to be yourself, free of
the taint of…” Kaden cut her off with another scornful laugh and he shook his
head. His laugh broke off suddenly and when he looked at her, his eyes were
“I’ll never be free of him!” he snarled. “Free to be myself? I don’t know
who the fuck I am! All I understand is what he made me into. I can’t have a
life, a mate…” his voice cracked and he peered at where Devon still
was wrapped around Taylor. “…a family.” He stepped back a few paces, almost
into the shadows at the periphery of the room. “I will end this now. I will end both
of us now.” With that declaration he moved back another pace and the shadows swallow
Yep, we’re in Honolulu right now. We got here last Wed at 5 AM. Hubby had to take a class at the CC here, so we made a vac out of it. I’ve even beeb getting some writing done. Below was my view yesterday while I slaved away at my WIP. This morning hubby and I are sitting on the lani surrounding the courtyard of our hotel, sipping coffee and just enjoying not doing anything! Well…I am going to write some.
And here’s a snippet from what I got done. As always, it’s not editied.
“Come, it is time to leave this place.” Mikhail stated, attempting to sweep Aveta up and into his arms. She slapped at him.
“I can walk, blood sucker!” she snapped with a lot less bite then she would normally have. She pushed against his hard chest until he released her and she stepped away from him. Mikhail smiled at her with a hit of fang showing.
“As you wish, goddess.” He replied in an amused tone. Aveta made a hmph sound and turned to the two humans standing in the background.
“You two,” she waved a hand at them and they both flinched. Aveta rolled her eyes. “Oh for goddess sake… take everyone back to the car.” She looked at Devon, Taylor, and Mikhail. “Return to Dublin. I need to clean up some things here yet. Taylor, your aunts are waiting for you there. Tell them I’ll join them as soon as I can.”
“Shay will want to know about what happened here,” Devon said. “And about the Donovan twins.”
Aveta smirked. “Tell him that I will fill him in when I see fit return to Dublin.” Devon and Mikhail both frowned at that.
“He won’t like…” Devon started to argue.
Aveta drew herself up to her full height. “As if I care what that blood sucker likes or doesn’t like.” She sniffed and turned away before stopping to look back, her face sad. “But for the sake of the Donovans, the girls are gone, victims of William and his quest for the more powerful fae magic.”
With those words, Aveta walked toward the piles of stone where the chapel had been and disappeared into the night.
Part of the start of Chapter 32:
Lady Aveta walked into the ancient chapel, her steps light as she approached the front. The smell of blood and powerful magic hung in the air as she bypassed the stone alter. She stopped short at the sight of Devon Brady sitting in a puddle blood, cradling the body of his true mate in his arms. He was lost in his grief, calling out to her to come back, to not leave him here without her. As for Taylor, she seemed serene, like she was taking a nap in the arms of her lover.
“Devon.” She quietly called out to him. “Devon, she isn’t gone.” There was no acknowledgment from the man on the floor. Aveta moved nearer and touched his shoulder. “You need to get a grip of yourself if you want her back!” Her voice was hard, the force in it breaking through to Devon.
“How?” he croaked. It didn’t surprise him that venerable lady and Goddess of the Fae was standing next to him. In one form or the other she had always been a part of Taylor’s life. His eyes never left Taylor’s body as it lay in his arms. “How, damn you!” He demanded harshly.
“She is your one true mate,” Her voice had softened. “You must follow your mate bond link to bring her back.” He looked up at her and a soft gasped escaped her at the anguish she saw in his face. “She isn’t dead, Devon.” She repeated. “But you must act fast or you will lose her forever.”
“She’s not breathing.” He looked down at Taylor’s pale face and his hand went to her neck, seeking a pulse there. “She’s… gone. I… I… failed her!” His words were a broken whisper. “I’m sorry, my love, sorry for not protecting you better…for…” He bent his head, his lips touching Taylor’s. The room seemed to lighten and heat up around them.
“Enough!” The voice that spit the word out did not belong to the Lady Aveta. No, the matronly fae Aveta had become the Goddess Aveta. She stood tall over the couple on the floor. Her thick, long red hair streamed past her bare shoulders. Her alabaster skin, covered by a rich green robe, made her seem even paler then Taylor.
Devon stilled, captured by her gaze. Her brow was farrowed as she looked down on him.
“If you will not listen to me,” she said, the power behind her words sinking into Devon’s grief stricken mind. “She will be lost to the ether for eternity.” She reached out one slender arm and offered him her hand. “Take my hand, Devon Brady, son of the Fae, true life mate to Taylor Conner.”
Devon felt compelled take the hand she offered. As he did a bolt of magic raced from the Goddess and into him. The slight burn from their contact raced up his arm before spreading and making every tiny hair on his body standup. He felt… renewed, his magic alive and stronger than before within him. Aveta smiled.
“Find the mate bond linking you to her,” she tilted her head to Taylor’s body, still in resting in Devon’s lap. “When you find it, follow it to where Taylor waits in the ether.”
“How…” Devon’s voice was still ragged.
“Look within yourself, Devon.” She released his hand and took a step back. “Look in your heart.”
Devon watched her for a second before looking down at Taylor again. He stroked her cool cheek and closed his eyes as a single thread of magic flowed from his fingers into Taylor. His brow wrinkled with concentration as he tried to connect to her heart and mind. He found nothing, no trace of life from her.
“Deeper,” a voice whispered in his mind, “What you seek is deeper within her.”
He pushed harder, almost becoming one with her. Still he found nothing… Wait, there was something there! He reached for the slight pink spark he saw deep within her heart. His mind touched it and it thinned out, like a thread that he could follow. His breathing slowed as he did just that. Wherever it leads too, there he would fine Taylor.
“I will stand over you, protecting you both.” The words sound faint and sound as if coming from far way.
Just a quick update on what I’ve been doing lately both in my writing and my personal life.
I’m still working on Taylor’s story for my Paranormal Operations, Inc series. It should come in at less then 40 chapters. Once I’m done with the first draft I know I have a ton of editing to do on it. But the plan is get the first draft done, set it aside for a bit, and then come back for a fresh look at it.
I’ve started putting together notes for the next Mistletoe, North Pole book. This one will be about Sig and Dr. Holly. It’ll start on a base in Afghanistan and move to Mistletoe. I just have very basic notes right now. But I’ve had a few requests for the next story so I’ll get it started.
I hope to get some work done on the first book in my MC series soon too.
I did do a bit of work on my Hawaiian Legends book. The story is about a son of the Hawaiian shark god and the a heartbroken wahine (woman). It’s done in mostly narrative format and I’m close to wrapping it up. It’s short, only about 4-5K words.
As for personal stuff? Hubby and I are off to race on Sat. at the Strip @ Las Vegas Speedway. Then was have a trip upcoming to Honolulu, Hawaii. Since it’s a six hour flight, I’ll be using my trusty Samsung tablet with keyboard to try and get some writing time in.
Whew! Lots to do!
Rough first draft of part of chapter 31.
“Kaden!” Eireann exclaimed, her eyes shining with joy and her voice filled with love. She sprang up from where she was seated next to Taylor and opened her arms to the approaching man. He stopped just short of both women, his eyes locking on Taylor where she stood. Eireann’s arms fell to her side.
“Where the hell am I?” He growled coldly, his expression stony and his hands curled into fists at his side. “That bastard told you were my twin sister. I want to know what the fuck is going on!” The sound of a sharp intake of breath drew his gaze to the smaller women standing two steps from him. “Who are you?” He demanded harshly.
Taylor surged to her feet, moving to stand between her brother and their mother. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a warning glare. Brother or not, she would take his ass out if he made a move to harm their mother.
“Watch your tone, brother.” She bit out. “You’re in the Ether, the world between life and death. And this…” She moved to one side, taking Eireann’s hand. “Is our mother.”
Kaden rocked back on his heels, shocked into silence. Shock replaced the stone cold expression on his face and his arms came up, his palms out, as if to hold the older woman off.
“Our mother?” he sound incredulous. “She’s dead. Father murdered her when I was born!”
“When we were born!” Taylor corrected. “Like I said, this is the Ether, a place where some come after they die. They can’t move one for one reason or another so they end up here.” Kaden digested this for a full minute. “Or someone chooses to stay here.”
“Why am I here?” He asked quietly, his anger and fear draining away under the two women gazes.
His mother, because now he felt the truth that, yes, this was his mother, held out one hand.
“Come sit down with us, my son.” She gracefully sank back down on the bench, even as the vapor surrounding them coalesced with it, expanding it to hold all three of them. Tentatively, Kaden took her out stretched hand and let himself be drawn down next to her.
This excerpt is from the middle of chapter 30. I worked on this wip as part of the April Camp Nanoweimo, I had set a goal of 10K words for the month so I just wrote without really reading what I was writing each day. When I did get around to reading what I had written, I was a bit… surprised(?) by what I did write in this chapter. It’s dark, at least to me it seems that way. But much like the darkness in the chapter about Kaden, it does reflect just how insane my bad guy is. I mean out of touch with reality, no morals insane he is. And yes, it even made me a bit uncomfortable reading it. But I can’t bring myself to rewrite it. So here it is, I’ve run it through Prowriting Aid for just some very basic editing (spelling, etc) It will have a full edit when I’m done with the whole story (which should be soon, I hope!)
Please let me know what you guys think!
Taylor’s eyes flew open at the grunt that came from where the two men struggled. William appeared to have gotten over the surprise of Devon’s attack and had somehow thrown him off. He got to one knee and began whispering something in what sounded like Latin, his hands out, palms up. A death spell! He was trying to cast a death spell!
Vita autem inimica mihi.
Magia, et virtus, et nunc mea.
Sic fiat semper.
Devon froze as visible black threads emerged from the mage’s fingers, snaking toward him. He drew his magic around himself as if to form a shield. Taylor could practically see the air shimmer around him and she realized how vulnerable he was. Most of his magic had filled her, leaving him with only a portion of what been a considerable power.
“Nooo…” Taylor screamed in rage and launched herself between Devon and William, landing on her feet in a protective stance. Her hands came up, imitating William’s as she gathered the magic that blazed through her to meet the threads of darkness that had nearly reached them. William was reciting his spell over and over, louder and louder. She pushed her magic out and was startled to actually see it form a barrier of what seemed like a transparent vapor in front of her and Devon. The threads drew nearer until they impacted against the wall of vapor. A loud sizzle sounded as each one touched it and just vanished.
“Bitch!” William screamed in fury as he stopped chanting and stormed forward, the black athame appearing in one fist. Taylor took a step backward as he closed the several steps between them and slashed out with it. It ricocheted off of the magical barrier, making sparks fly from the contact before vanishing. It was apparent that something with magical properties could not pierce Taylor’s magic. That wasn’t true of flesh and blood through. William’s momentum drove him through it and he crashed into Taylor, knocking her down and landing on her pelvis, pinning her lower body to the floor. She fought him until he shackled both of her hands, holding them in midair.
William’s grin was evil and his eyes were filled with the very insanity that allowed him the strength to hold her down. He lifted his arm over his and Taylor gasped when the athame was once again in his fist. She thrust power toward him struggling to stop the blade as he brought it down. William’s grin never wavered as he brought the knife down with enough force to bury it to the hilt in Taylor’s heart.
The hilt of the athame quivered where it stood up out of Taylor’s chest as a low keening cry broke from Devon. He struggled to break the spell that kept him immobile as his anguished eyes stared at Taylor where she lay under her father. He searched for any signs that she was alive.
“No….Taylor!” He roared. “Taylor, look at me, please baby! Breath, Taylor, breath!” Ignoring Devon’s cries, William let loose a mercurial laugh and bent over Taylor’s dead body.
“Come, daughter,” he crooned, his almost covering her now blue tinged lips with his. “Give me that powerful magic your cunt of a mother withheld from me.” He waited but nothing happened. He grasped her slack upper body and shook it. “I said, give me your magic, you fucking bitch!” William released her body and it dropped back onto the floor as he peered thoughtfully at it. Then he chuckled.
“If we must do this the difficult way, daughter, we will.” He spoke to Taylor as if she was alive. “Jaden!” He yelled for his son. There was no answer. He glanced around and realized that his good for nothing son was gone, along with the troll. “I don’t need him for this. I’ll deal with it myself.” He mumbled as he moved from his daughter’s body and stripped it before beginning to take off his own clothing.
“You perverted, fucking asshole!” Devon snarled as he realized what the other man was going to do and he fought harder to break free. “Don’t touch her you sick bastard!”
William stopped and peered at Devon. “But I must.” His tone was almost reasonable. “Sex will transfer the Fae magic to me.” His gaze moved to Taylor’s body. “I’ll be the most powerful being alive. I’ll rule every realm, every race. All will kneel to me!” Devon’s jaw dropped opened in horror at his tirade. The mage was crazy! A pinprick of magic flared from deep within him. He seized it, tugging at it, as it filled him. Taylor was gone, but he sure as hell wasn’t allowing this insane man discrete her body.
William began to strip again and didn’t notice when the spell on Devon faded away under of his regenerating power. Devon leaped for the mage, sending him sailing and stood over his mate’s body. His eyes were filled with a jumble of sorrow, rage, and loss. He snarled at William as the man regained his feet and held up one hand.
“You believe you can stop me? My magic will drain you as completely as it does hers.” He studied the body under Devon as he moved closer. But before he had gone more than two steps a voice hissed from the darkened edges of the chamber.
“I will stop you, old man.” William half turned as Jaden materialized next to him. He looked surprised for an instant before his lips curled.
“You?” He jeered. “You believe you can stop…” William paused and his eyes grew larger. He glanced down to where Jaden’s hand was embedded in his chest. His expression was one of shock as he looked up and into his son’s eyes.
“Time to die, father!” Jaden said emotionlessly and pulled his arm back, William’s bleeding heart clenched in his fist. He studied at it before dropping it on the stone floor before he looked up at Devon, who stood in shock at the scene he’d just witnessed.
This from chapter 29. Just a short peek! As always… not edited yet.
The men clambered out of vehicle and went to the rear of it. Doolin lifted the hatch to reveal a good assortment of weapons. Each man picked out a few weapons to take with them but Devon was aware in his gut that this fight would be won or lost on the use of magic.
Doolin rummaged around in the back and handed Devon two leather sheaths. Slender silver knifes, so sharp they could split a hair down the middle, rested in each one. The handles had a single gleaming onyx stone that with an enhance spell to boost the stones power of separation. In most instances an onyx stone would be used to end more mundane issues, like a bothersome relationship. But the stones in these blades would separate the life force from any Other they hit. They were deadly and rarely used. Devon glanced at the brothers.
“Where did the Onyx blades come from? I thought they were locked away in the London office.” He strapped one to each thigh and picked up a Glock 26. Devon released the 17 round clip and examined it before sliding it back in. He tucked the gun into the holster in the small of his back.
“They were ‘til this mornin’,” Keegan answered as he picked up what resembled a gun from a video game. He smiled and slide the clip out of the bottom of the gun and then back in. “Sum auld woma showed up jist as we were leavin’ to meet the plane. Said yer wud need these tonight.”
Devon stilled and stared at Keegan. “What did this old lady look like? And does Morelli know the blades are here in Ireland?” Keegan shrugged.
“I don’t rightly know if yer man does or not. We assumed dat they were from ‘imself.” Doolin nodded as he continued to gear up. “As for the auld woman, she wus short an’ ‘ad ‘er ‘air ticked up under one of those cap things. Said she knew yer ‘an your mate.”
“She ‘ad the same manner as that midwife as brought our sister’s brat into de world.” Doolin offered.
“Aveta.” Devon said under his breath.
“Aveta?” Mikhail asked Devon, having heard the name. “Why would a Goddess be in involved in mess?” Devon sighed.
“Long story, my friend,” He quietly closed the open hatch and looked to the other three men. “Let’s do this. I’ll take the door in the front, Mikhail…” he paused. “You take the back door.” Mikhail nodded.
“An’ us?” Doolin asked. Since both men were human and could die, Devon wanted them outside.
“I need you both to cover the outside. Pick a spot in the trees where you can see both the front and sides of the building.? He pointed to Doolin’s rifle. “No one escapes.”
“No one?” Keegan asked.
“No one,” Devon bite out. “Anyone that was involved with taking my mate will die.” He looked each man in the face as he said it. While no one said a word, he noticed that Mikhail’s lips were pressed into a thin line. Devon caught his gaze and waited until the other man nodded.
“Then we should go.” Mikhail said. With a grunt, the MacCoinnigh brothers walked into the trees with Devon and Mikhail following them.
As they approached the old chapel they saw light streaming out of the windows, with the glass broken out and some still intact. Stalking closer they heard the sound of muffled voices coming from inside. Devon signaled for them to stop behind the last row of trees and they dropped to one knee. He looked around but didn’t see movement around the building. Of course, that didn’t mean there weren’t guards around. Gently pushing a wave of his Fae magic out, he felt for any other people. He drew in a sharp breath and went ridged when his magic penetrated the chapel.
“Fuckkkkk…” He hissed out. He could sense Taylor inside, sense the pain she was in, her anger, and fright. He could also sense her magic as it swelled within her and took a sharp breath at the power she had in that magic. And then he groaned as her magic found the tentacle of his and melded with his
“Devon, what is it?” Mikhail hissed close behind him. Devon ignored him as his body shook, now feeling what Taylor did as if he was in there with her. Picked up what was being said as if it was being said to him.
“Brady?” Mikhail tried again. When the other man didn’t answer he looked at the two humans. “Keegan, go left, Doolin. Take right.” He looked at Devon, “I will take the front…”
“No!” Devon snarled. There was a new, more powerful tone in voice. “I’m good. I’ll take the front door. Mikhail, take the back.” The two human brothers looked at each other before shrugging and melting into the dark.