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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Smashwords Promo

Every year, Smashwords encourages their authors to paritipate in a month long sale. Silly me, I didn’t realize this was going on until now. I’ve placed all my books in the sale at 50% off.

Get Magic Resistant for $1, Sylvia’s Torment plus Unexpected Werewolf for $1.50 and my latest release Dawn’s Keeper also for $1.50. Those are some pretty sweet prices, eh?

These prices will be good until July 31th. The previous coupons I released are no longer valid, but it doesn’t matter because at checkout, all you have to do is enter SSW50 for any of my books and get the sale price.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/VeronicaDelRosa  <– My page with all the wonderful books listed. Don’t want you getting distracted with others on sale until you’ve perused my wares. *laughs*

Help support an indie. Now excuse me while I write some more of Chained in Desire, Victor’s book. Read the other books and you’ll know who Victor is and exactly why you want to read his story. 😉

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Misbehaving Characters

The past two days I’ve been in a writing slump. The words refused to come to me, the characters thumbed their noses at me and I had nothing but crap to show for all my hard work. Okay, fine, I wasn’t working as hard as I should have. I’d blame the head cold, except that’s a cop-out.

The truth is, I didn’t listen to my characters. I forgot who they were and how they’re react to certain situations. As this is the 4th book of the series and the three main characters have appeared throughout, they have established who they are. Three strong-willed, opinionated and passionate characters.  And I was doing them a disservice.

Some of the scenes were spot on. Their personality shone through, as long as they weren’t interacting with each other. And other scenes were mired down with flatness. Hell, I didn’t want to read it again! Not good when the author is also bored. When the major revel occurred, it was hum-ho. The characters just kinda sat around going “Now what?” Yep, it was pretty damn terrible.

Which begs the question of how the hell am I fixing this?

I did what any good writer did. I thought about it. *laughs* Yep, just sat around thinking. It doesn’t sound like hard work, but damn it’s difficult. After a day and half of mulling it over, processing it, looking through notes and just plain old thinking, I figured it out. I need to start at the beginning and rewrite everything. There are some passages I will keep although it won’t be presented the same way. The interactions with the characters will change.

I listened to the characters and now hopefully they’ll stop screwing around and make a beautiful story with me. 😉

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Day 11 on NaNoWriMo

Overall I’m doing quite well with my writing goals. Each day I’m hitting 2,500 although today I kinda sucked. I only wrote 1,100 words. *sigh* Which means I’m 1,400 words behind.

The words I wrote today, well, they were terrible. It was to be a major revel and fell flat. However I’m not doing any editing during this month. If I do, I’ll never reach 50k in a month. I figure lay the groundwork first and then make it shine once it’s all written.

I’ll share a snippet that I’m proud of though. I like the emotions this scene conveys.

He played a dangerous game. One he had no hope of winning.

“Show yourself, Revenant,” she murmured.

“And if I don’t want to?” he asked as he trailed a finger down her bare arm.

Her hair reached for him, needing what he promised. Treacherous hair couldn’t tell the different between the two men. It responded to her desire and didn’t care if Revenant was forbidden.

“Markus is my lover, not you.”

“But I could be.” Again his lips brushed her cheek, dangerously close to her lips. “All you have to do is say yes.”

“I can’t. I love him.”

“You love me as well.”

“That doesn’t matter. He has my heart and my loyalty. I will not betray him”

“Damn you. And damn him.” His breath fanned across the back of her head and his hands ran down her arms. “He doesn’t deserve your loyalty. This is his fault. He knew what would happen. Knew I’d come to love you as deeply as he does.”

“Revenant…” she sighed, hating the pain he felt. There was nothing she could do though.

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear excuses for him.”