Excerpt Monday

Excerpt Monday

I’m currently writing three books and I have another I’m editing. Poisoned Message and Bad Wolf Hunting already had their time in the limelight, so let’s give Bound by Fae a moment on center stage. Those who follow my books will be pleased to know Markus is the main character for this book.

Seraphina sidled up to him, and ran her fingers through his hair. “Mm, you are gorgeous, aren’t you? I’ll enjoy working with you.”

He stared in her dark purple eyes, assessing her. She wanted to push him, break him and crow over his bleeding remains. Good luck with that. He’d already had several hard knocks thanks to his flawed genetics. A faery wouldn’t destroy him.

A smile stretched his lips, one as cruel and bloodthirsty as any Fae. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, creature. I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to lose them.”

Laughing, she danced away from him. “Oh, I like you. I think this will be a very interesting relationship.”

“When do we begin?” he asked.

He flicked his gaze to his mother, and she mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

What had it cost her to approach this faery and garner her assistance? They never worked without a price, usually one steep and bloody, and rarely worth the pain.

“Immediately, lover.” Seraphina brought her hand up, and a tiny sphere of lightning danced on her palm. With a wicked grin, she tossed it at him. The sphere expanded until it was large enough to encase him. Lightning danced while it surrounded him. He reached out, and a low shock vibrated through his body.

“Damn it!” he cursed, swiftly drawing his hand back. He resisted the urge to suck on the injured digit. “Let me out, creature.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” she pouted, a malicious glint in her eyes. “Figure out how to dismantle it. If you don’t, then you belong to me.”

“This wasn’t part of the bargain,” Violante objected, raising a hand to dispel the magic.

Seraphina sliced her hand in the air, releasing threads of energy towards Violante. Markus had a twinge of worry, momentarily forgetting that his mother never went without shielding. The threads harmlessly slid off her. However, it distracted her from Markus’ predicament.

Aware his mother could handle this devious faery, he studied the trap around him. It wasn’t mage magic, but Fae magic. The two could interact, but were different. Mages drew their energy from within, shaping it into the desired results. They were as strong as their inner magic allowed them to be.

Fae, however, drew their magic from the world, from the energy within every living creature, be it animals, plants, or other sentient beings. They created glamours nearly indistinguishable from the real thing. Seraphina had no way of creating true lightning within his living room. An illusion and nothing more.

Except illusions could still cause pain. Believing them out of existence, while a pretty fantasy, didn’t work. He had to unravel it, break the glamour itself, which meant figuring out how she’d created it. Markus closed his eyes and allowed the magic to wash over him. His senses opened to their fullest, including his inner sight.

With a faint sense of dread, he slowly peeled apart his eyelids. A brilliant wash of colours greeted him, swirling around and flashing in time with the lightening. Jagged streaks of blue pulsed, dark and heavy near the top of the magical sphere, light and airy near the bottom.

Ignoring his mother and the faery’s spell battle, he studied the cage. There had to be a beginning to it, a point where it all started. He crouched low, a tiny shift in colour catching his attention. Heedless of the indignity, Markus pressed his cheek against the floor, now eye-level with the miniscule opening.

Unsure of his next move, he let instinct guide him. Markus pushed his forefinger into the magical lock, and gave himself over to the other magic. Sluggish and unfamiliar, the energy trickled into him before it poured out of him. A loud crackle of lightening was followed by a huge boom of thunder which shook the walls.

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Book Process, Excerpt Monday

Excerpt Monday

Another Monday and another excerpt! Last week I shared one from Poisoned Message, so this week I’ll share from Bad Wolf Hunting. BWH is the first book of a new series. It’s a spin-off from Enforcers and Coteries, focusing on the werewolves of Toronto.

Patient and still, Zmitro waited for her to leave. She had no reason to remain and yet, Mara didn’t move, simply stared into the flames like they had another story to tell her. What did she see in the flicking light?

“Come out, Zmitro. Join me by the fire.” Her gaze unerringly found him, startling him. Had she cast a spell?

With a shrug of his wolf shoulders, he stood on all fours and prowled out of the bush, branches brushing against his fur. Since he had no clothes, he remained in his other form. While nudity didn’t faze him, he figured making a powerful mage uncomfortable wouldn’t help his situation.

Zmitro sat next to Mara, wagging his tail like a friendly dog. Other werewolves would find his behaviour insulting, but he wanted to keep his potential opponent off guard.

A wisp of ozone tickled his nose and he sneezed. You cast mind-speak?

The spell was a familiar one. A friend, Victor, used it often when Zmitro stayed in wolf form. Victor wasn’t as powerful as Mara, but then again, few were. However, his friend had made a name for himself in hunting demons and banishing them if they broke the law.

Yes. What you just witness isn’t for public knowledge. Keep it quiet or––

Or you’ll torture me? Wipe my memories? Keep me in werewolf form for the rest of my life? he interrupted, a hint of laughter underlying his words. Not for a second did he believe she wouldn’t do any of those things, but he’d seen enough of Mara in action to know she would persuade him first. A shame she wouldn’t tempt him with what he really wanted.

Mara rolled her eyes at him, something he hadn’t thought possible with the emotionless mage. Then again, he also hadn’t expected laughter from her either. The mage continued to surprise him. What else would he learn about her? In a brave––and infinitely stupid––move, he rested his chin on her knees, whipping his tail back and forth like an excited puppy about to receive a treat. She chuckled softly and rested her hand on his head, scratching behind his ear.

None of that. I would hate to upset Victor. He seems to like you, and he’s a valuable Enforcer. No, I’m simply punish someone you care about. Maybe Simone or Heather. I’m not cruel enough to touch Sylvia. She’s been through enough. Her fingers continued to rub through his fur, but he no longer felt relaxed.

Muscles tensed, he lifted his head, catching Mara’s gaze. Touch my packmates and I’ll shred you to pieces.

Mara cupped his face, not flinched from his sharp canines, and her face hardened, the frightening angel of death chasing away any inherent innocence by virtue of her youthful features. Then we have an understanding. This meeting stays between you and me. Break the silence and suffer the consequences.

Excerpt Monday, My Books

Excerpt Monday

It’s my first post of the year and I’m excited about some new changes I’ve implemented in my writing life. I’m focusing on productivity and how to manage my time. I’ll admit, I’m a procrastinator. Deadlines are a fantastic way to motivate me, but it means I also waste a lot of time when I could be doing something else. This year, I’m writing three books at a time, which means I’ll have the rough draft of three completed by the spring time. Yay!

To celebrate this, each Monday, I’ll post a short excerpt from one of the three books. This week, it’ll be from Poisoned Message, the last book in the Enforcers and Coterie series. Please keep in mind, this is unedited. 🙂

Night slowly settled on the beach as the sun drifted below the horizon. Pink clouds drifted across the sky, and the stars played peek-a-boo. Water lapped against the sand while a light breeze brushed against Nicor’s skin and ruffled his hair. He sighed, wishing for one brief moment that he could remain here forever, cocooned away from the daily horror of his life. Maybe, once the Overlord was dead, he’d moved near the ocean.

“Nicor, why did you bring another demon with you?” Mara’s light, sweet voice startled him from his reverie and he whirled to face her.

“Because I have no idea why you called this meeting,” he said, sticking as close to the facts as possible. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”

Mara’s blonde curls caught the dying light, turning them into a bright fire that danced around her head and her blue eyes seemed like bottomless pits, filled with an ancient and destructive knowledge. So much pain and yet, she remained innocent and caring. How much of Mara was a lie? Did anyone know the truth about her?

“Reveal yourself, demon. There is no need to hide from me.” Mara stared at Keliesh, like she knew exactly where he stood. See invisible? Well, of course. He should’ve suspected she’d have a multitude of spells cast.

Keliesh dropped his invis and bowed to the Mage Coterie leader, the movement respectful, not mocking. “It’s an honour to meet you face to face at last.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is. And you’re part of the abduction team?” A well-groomed eyebrow disappeared beneath her bangs while she waited for their reply.

Nicor shook his head and mentally cursed. How had she figured it out? They would never subdue her now.