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September 26, 2019
Keta Diablo Gives Us Another Amazing Excerpt from A Darker Shade of Evil
I Spy a Demon
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I Spy a Demon
by
Keta Diablo
Award-Winning Bestselling Author
@ketadiablo
Chapter One
“We therefore commit Calder Sizemore’s body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust….”
The cloying scents of damp earth and white lilies spiraled up Cecily’s nose. Overhead, a pitiless sun bore down on the mourners gathered around her brother’s casket—familiar faces she’d known forever, lived with and loved. She fought back the bile rising in her throat and prayed the minister would come to the end of the service before her knees buckled.
To her left, stood Mae Frost, her mother’s best friend and the woman who had raised her and Calder after their parents died. As if Mae could read her thoughts, the woman squeezed her hand, an unspoken sign of moral support and unconditional love. She would expect nothing less from Mae, and had received nothing less for the past twenty years. If Mae’s husband, Gus, were here, she would receive the same outpouring of love from him. In essence, Gus was in attendance, not above the ground but below. And now Calder would rest beside the man through all eternity.
“And so, shall we ever be with the Lord.”
Dear God, when will he say ‘Amen?
She stared at the burgundy coffin with its hideous spray of red roses, yellow lilies and white orchids while a thousand questions tore through her brain. How could she go on without Calder, the other half of her soul, her womb mate, the one person who had always been there through the highs and lows of her life? What was he doing in St. Louis when he died and who was with him at the end? She had to know what kind of accident had taken his life.
That’s the word Mae used—accident—when she called her in Minnesota to deliver the dreadful news. ‘We’ve booked a morning flight to Des Moines,’ she’d said. ‘The ticket is in your name and waiting for you at the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport, Delta Airlines ticket counter.’ Numb with shock and grief, Cecily had pressed Mae for details but the woman circumvented her question. Why should she be surprised? The entire Frost family held Masters’ Degrees when it came to dodging and ducking topics they didn’t wish to discuss. ‘We’ll be waiting for you at the airport when you arrive,” she’d said and then ended their conversation.
Zombie-like, Cecily had packed her luggage and drove through the night from Gull’s Landing— the picturesque resort town where she lived—to the Minneapolis airport. During the three-hour drive, she’d saturated an entire box of Kleenex with a gazillion tears and relived every precious moment of her and Calder’s childhoods—the death of their parents, the extravagant Christmases after the Frosts took them in, the luxurious summer vacations, but most of all, the cross-your-heart-hope-to-die secrets no one but twins would share.
Her gaze wandered from the casket to the pallbearers standing opposite her— Chad and Will, friends from high school, Travis and Chris, college buddies, and, of course, Elliott and Marcel Frost, Mae and Gus’ sons. And the boys she and Calder had shared a home with most of their lives. The brothers stood over six-feet tall now with broad shoulders and rock-hard bodies. Gym-rats Mae called them. Anyone with sight could see they were no longer boys, but hot-blooded, virile males most men envied and every woman on God’s peachy earth drooled over.
Her pseudo-brothers shared the same grey eyes and midnight hair, but there the similarities ended. Elliott, two years younger than Marcel, was leaner than his brother and kept his dark hair short and neatly trimmed. He looked more like Mae with his oval face, round, inquisitive eyes and soft, full lips.
Marcel was the mirror image of his father, Gus, in the man’s younger days. Marcel’s hair, gleaming now beneath the hot rays of sun, fell in a wild tumble of ebony waves to his white shirt collar. His features were sharp, all angles and planes, from the high cheekbones to the straight nose, to the strong jaw with a cleft smack dab in the middle. Cecily’s gaze lingered on his mouth…that wicked, wicked mouth she’d kissed so many times and had tried so hard to forget.
Their eyes met and held. His reminded her of a storm-tossed sea, dark and turbulent. He couldn’t look into hers right now, thank God. The sunglasses she’d donned this morning—after crying all night— hid the red rims and the swollen lids that made her cousin to a puffer fish.
She looked away from Marcel when a veil of pain descended on his beautiful face. She couldn’t deal with his anguish and hers right now. Nor could she trust him, had never wholly trusted him. The man harbored secrets, deep, dark secrets only a select few were privy to, and she and Calder were not among the privileged.
Marcel must have thought her dimwitted not to notice the late-night trips, some that lasted for days. Did he think she hadn’t noticed the cuts, scrapes and bruises on his sculpted body when he joined her in bed? For a long time, she thought he belonged to an underground fight club, but why would he hide that from her? No, she’d concluded long ago; he didn’t spend his days and nights in a boxing ring. Locked rooms in the house, covert phone calls and whispered conversations had nothing to do with boxing.
Elliott was involved, of that she was certain, but what about Calder? Surely, he would have told her, boasted about solving the mystery of the locked doors, the secretive getaways and low-voiced discussions. She had remained close with her brother, albeit by phone, after she moved to Minnesota two years ago, and yet…a niggling sense of unease washed over her thinking back on their conversations now.
When she asked Calder about his life, why did he gloss over details, filling their conversations with meaningless tidbits of banal activity? ‘I picked up my dry cleaning today’, he would say. Or, ‘I washed the car and hit the gym tonight.’ When she pressed her brother about work or his recent love life, he slithered around her questions with vague responses. He’d become just like the Frosts in this regard. “There’s nothing too exciting about driving limos, and as for my love life, I’m not ready for a white picket fence in the burbs.’
Her heart cried out for answers. She had the distinct feeling Calder’s death and the Frost brothers’ secrets were connected. Her hope fell like sails caught up in a squall if she thought to get those answers from Marcel. She had a better chance of winning the lottery. He’d always held his cards close to his chest, walled his emotions from the outside world. It would take a great deal of cunning and perseverance on her part to get to the truth. If he thought to put her off again, shoo her back to Minnesota without as much as plausible explanation, he was wrong…dead wrong. She wouldn’t run this time, not until she found out the truth about how and why Calder had died.
The minister’s voice broke into her dismal thoughts. “And so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. Amen.”
With heads bowed, their hands still clasped together, the mourners dispersed. Elliott still stood beside Marcel and visibly winced when his brother reached out and touched the coffin for the last time. Cecily’s heart fractured for the thousandth time that day.
“Come along, dear,” Mae said, still clutching her hand. “Everyone will be at the house soon for refreshments.”
“You go ahead, Mae. I’ll meet you at the car in a moment.”
Elliott’s eyes darted left to right and Marcel lifted his head when she stepped forward and spoke. “What was Calder doing in St. Louis?”
Elliott lowered his voice. “Why don’t we talk about this later?”
Her answer came hard and fast. “No, let’s talk about it now.”
Elliott put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’ll wait in the car for you, bro.”
She waited until his footsteps faded before she pinned Marcel with a lethal glare. Too bad he couldn’t see it behind her shades. “Enlighten me, Marcel.”
“It was just a weekend get-away.” He ran his hands through the hair at his forehead. “St. Louis hosts several fourth of July celebrations every year, Riverfest, Fair St. Louis….” His voice dwindled on a heavy sigh.
Lord help her, could she even say the words? “What happened, how did Calder die?”
“Car accident.” He blew air through his lips. “Calder made a late-night beer run and…and…the sheriff said he spied tracks from a deer sprinting at top speed across the dirt road. Calder must have swerved to avoid the animal and hit a tree.”
“Was he alone in the car?”
Marcel gave a slow nod, but the flicker in his eyes contradicted the head motion. He must not know she’d memorized his body language and every nuance eons ago. A tug at the corner of his mouth meant he was happy, a tic in his jaw, irritated. But truth and lies walk a thin line and both resided behind those luminous orbs at the moment.
“Who made the decision to seal the casket before I arrived?”
“Me. I didn’t want to put you through…wanted you to remember him in life. Both Mom and the coroner concurred.”
She blew a huff or air. “Yeah? Well, you, Mae and the coroner are not his next of kin.”
Anger laced his words. “I did it for you, Cecily.”
This time, his eyes didn’t lie. “So, who identified—?”
“Me.” His face blighted by pain, his voice guttered like a candle flame. “I identified him for the mortuary in St. Louis, before they shipped his body home.” The seconds ticked by while he held her stare. At last, he spoke. “You got something to say, Cecily, say it.”
Every bone in her body ached, not like when she had the flu, but rather a dull pain in the deepest part of her marrow. If she lived to be one hundred, she’d never get used to the aberrant discomfort that took flight in her bones when something in her world was off. “I do have something to say. Call it intuition, but something reeks here.”
Palms up, Marcel’s hands came out at his sides. Translation—a defiant stance that meant she was getting under his skin. “Look, I don’t know what your internal truth compass is pointing to, but it’s like I said. Now, why don’t you run back to your cozy little life of tea leaves and tarot cards in that quaint little resort town you live in and get on with your perfect little life with your perfect little boyfriend?”
How the hell does he know about Leif? Mae, of course. Mae must tell him everything. “You’d like that, for me to just go away, wouldn’t you? Not this time, Marcel, not when every short hair on my arms and at the nape of my neck is standing at attention, not when my gut roils in protest at the words coming out of your mouth. Twins know things about one another, things others can’t possibly understand because they’ve never known such a bond. My soul would be at peace if I thought Calder died from a freak accident.” She lifted her chin. “So, tell me, why is it so restless?”
Resignation laced his words. “I don’t know what your soul thinks any more than I know what your heart thinks. I’m pretty sure we established that when you left for Minnesota, you know; when you walked away from me without as much as a backward glance.”
His words stung because he spoke the truth. She had run, away from him, away from everything they once shared, but now she was back and she wouldn’t leave until she knew the truth about Calder—knew the truth about Marcel and Elliott. “I’m not running this time, not until I know what happened to my brother. I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to go through to get the truth.” She pivoted on her heels, speaking over her shoulder, “Get used to seeing me around, Marcel.”
* * *
A dozen cars lined the large circular driveway when Cecily and Mae arrived at her childhood home. The limo came to a halt and Cecily prayed to the ceiling. It’s almost over. Please help me hold it together. The driver opened her door. She stepped out, scanned the old Victorian and a montage of memories flooded her brain.
A different cemetery, another time. A throng of people dressed in black surrounded her parents’ graves. Snowflakes fell from the sky causing her to shiver. She gripped Calder’s hand tighter and asked where they would live now. He pointed to a tall man with wide shoulders and a kind face. The woman standing beside him was adorned in black, hat, dress, even the long veil covering her face. Two boys with dark hair, not much older than her and Calder, fidgeted beside the man and woman.
When the service ended, the adults walked over to them. He spoke first. ‘My name is Gus and this is Mae. We’re friends of your mommy and daddy.’ The woman smiled like an angel and knelt in the snow. Cecily wondered if her knees would freeze. ‘How would you like to come and live with us now?’ Her sweet, soft voice reminded her of Glinda’s, The Good Witch of the North, from the Wizard of Oz. A wink competed with her smile. ‘I’m a little outnumbered with all these boys and I could use a little help keeping them in line, Cecily, dear. Hmm, what do you say?’
‘Why won’t they let me see Mommy and Daddy?” She had said. “I want to kiss them goodbye.’
Gus cupped his hand and held it before her. ‘Close your eyes and think of the best memory you have of them. Can you do that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Good, good. Now open them. We’re going to capture that memory and put it in here.’ He nodded toward his hand. ‘Ah-ha! I have it now. When we get to our house in Des Moines, I’ll put it in a box for you. Then all you have to do is lift the lid whenever you miss them and the memory will appear.’
Sometime during the long drive to Des Moines, she had fallen asleep. She awoke the next morning in a strange bed, in a strange room in a very strange, enormous house.
Mae’s voice brought her back from her childhood memories. “Charles, put the car in the garage and do come in for a bite to eat.” She turned to Cecily, her eyes misty. “You look more like your mother every day.”
“From the pictures I’ve seen, I’ll take that as a compliment.” She paused and looked at the clouds overhead. “I wish I’d known her better, and yet, so often, I still feel her near.”
“She’s here, I’m sure of it, and she was very beautiful. Her hair wasn’t as blonde as yours, and her eyes were blue…sky blue.”
A stab of pain pierced her heart. “Calder used to say my hair was almost as white as cotton and my eyes….” The pain returned at the mention of his name. She stumbled on the words. “He said…he said I was part chameleon; sometimes my eyes were purple, sometimes blue.”
Mae took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Only a man would call violet purple. You going to be okay, darling?”
She nodded. Yes, but I’ll be better when this day ends.”
“Me too, dear, me too.”
Read the entire story plus eight more in the just-released anthology A Darker Shade of Evil.
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September 24, 2019
It’s a New Release! A Darker Shade of Evil
[image error]I’m celebrating! After months and months of hard work the anthology A Darker Shade of Evil is finally out!
Demons, romance, suspense…this anthology has it all. To give you a taste of what’s in store, here’s a peek into my contribution to the book. It’s called The Demon’s Prisoner.
Mindful of Bishop’s injury, Harper tugged the hoodie over his head. The dancing firelight played over the contours of his muscles. She ran her fingers along his chest, marveling at his strength. As her hands traveled south, she tilted her head to meet his lips. He filled her mouth with the taste of whiskey. His kiss grew more urgent; more demanding. Her hands slipped down to cup his ass.
The fire in Harper’s lower belly grew hotter as Bishop unfastened her bra. He teased her nipples with his rough fingertips, making her moan. Desperate to receive more of him, she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them over his hips even as he tried to tug her sweater over her head. She laughed when they got tangled together.
“Lay back,” she said and straddled his stomach. He obliged with a grin. She feathered kisses along the waistband of his shorts, making his member
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A howl shredded the air. Part animal bark, part industrial roar, it was a discordant, angry sound that froze her blood. Her first thought was wolf, but no wolf on earth could make a noise like that. It was as if a locomotive and a wild dog had merged.
In an instant, Bishop had moved her aside and was off the bed. He scrambled to get back into his clothes, and Harper did the same. “What is it?” she asked, her heart pounding.
The sound came again, closer this time. “Hellhound,” he said.
A Darker Shade of Evil is now available! Nine stories by USA Today and best-selling authors.
August 8, 2019
Celebrate International Cat Day – Meet My Muse
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Happy International Cat Day! It’s time to recognize the smallest member of my family…meet Yoshi!
Yoshi has been part of my family for about ten years when he was rescued as a kitten. He’s fairly aloof; although, he loves to be pet (when he wants to, that is.) Although he’s not much of a snuggler, he is a very sweet-tempered boy.
Our upcoming move has turned the house upside down, but Yosh has weathered the storms with grace. He doesn’t seem to mind that all of his favorite places to snooze are gone…he simply finds other hideaways.
I love dogs, but I’ll always think of myself as a cat person. It’s the purring. It always makes my heart melt.
Here’s to all of our wonderful cat friends!
July 20, 2019
My Life in Chaos
[image error]Over the years, my office has been my refuge. Since the kids moved out of the house, I’ve been lucky to have a room of my own. I don’t like to think of myself as a delicate creature whose creativity can only flow if the conditions are right…however, the conditions lately have been really bad. That picture to the left? Yeah, that’s currently my office.
Why is my office currently among towers of boxes in the living room? Well, we’re planning on a big move very soon, and right now, we are in the middle of the three P’s: painting, packing, and paring-down. Getting rid of stuff makes me really happy since I love the idea of being a minimalist. But since we’re also having the floors redone and are painting every room, this means that furniture, etc. gets shoved all of the place. This clutter is driving me mad!
My one thing to hold onto is the idea that this chaos won’t last forever. Before the summer is over, I’m hoping that everything will be packed up, the floors will look gorgeous, and we’ll be ready to move.
The pain we’re going through right now will hopefully bear fruit in the end!
July 16, 2019
Never Stop Learning – Whole Life Art
[image error]In my previous post, I talked about K. M. Weiland’s advice on how to practice whole-life art. Although there’s nothing wrong with writing in bursts, I want my art to infiltrate my entire life. I want writing to be a journey, not just a destination.
The first aspect of his journey is to never stop learning. Weiland says, If there’s one commandment for writers, it’s never stop learning. However much we may (or may not) naturally enjoy mental pursuits, it’s easy to slip into lazy habits and confine our rigorous thinking only to our stories (and sometimes not even then).
She uses her to-read list as an example. Because there is no way we could ever read as many books as we’d like to, Weiland says that it’s important to be disciplined in what we choose. According to her, a writer must ask herself, which [books] do I think will be most interesting, influential, and important in my life, both generally and particularly at this moment?
To that end, I’ve decided to add a couple of books to my summer reading list. Generally, I read to keep up with developments in my genres. However, it’s time to go beyond thrillers and horror. One new book on my list is a classic: Wuthering Heights. This Gothic romance has been on my Kindle for quite a while, and I figure it’s time to read it. The other is called The Uninhabitable Earth: Life After Warming by David Wallace-Wells. Because of its bleak topic, this book will be difficult to read; however, I want to educate myself on global warming, so I plan to read it anyway.
Learning can go beyond reading, of course. It can mean listening to a new kind of music, picking up a newspaper, or developing a new skill. Lately, I’ve been trying my hand at archery. I’m terrible at it, but I love learning how to improve. These skills will probably make their way into some of my upcoming books!
Whatever you choose, don’t stop learning!
July 2, 2019
Whole-life Art
What’s your writing life like? Do you cram in a few minutes here and there? Maybe spend an hour before bedtime? Or binge-write for a half-an-hour before the kids get up?
Published or not, whenever you put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) you are a writer! But, as my favorite writing guru K.M. Weiland recently wrote in her amazing blog post Taking Your Writing to the Next Level: Whole-Life Art, there’s a difference between ‘weekend warriors’ and those who make their art – writing – their life.
According to Weiland:
Most writers with a true dedication to the craft know being an author is a lot like being an athlete. Weekend warriors don’t cut it. Even showing up at the court or the rink or the track on a regular basis cuts it only if the person in question happens to be unbelievably talented or unbelievably masochistic, or both.
Rather, dedicated athletes work out daily, watch every calorie they put in their mouths, and practice rigorous mental discipline. If someone is truly an athlete, then he or she is never not an athlete.
She offers five aspects of whole-life art that can be integrated into our lives: Mental, Physical, Emotional, Social, and Spiritual.
Over the next few weeks, I’m going to address how I’m putting these ideals into practice to become a ‘whole-life’ artist, and I challenge you to do the same!
Peace!
Michelle
June 26, 2019
A Darker Shade of Evil – XPresso Book Tour
A Darker Shade of Evil
Publication date: September 24th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Including stories from USA Today and Bestselling Authors
Khardine Gray, USA Today Bestselling Author– Alone In The Dark
Dariel Raye – USA Today Bestselling Author – The Devil Upstairs
Lori Titus USA Today Bestselling Author – Talons
Muffy Wilson – USA Today Bestselling Author – Succubus Unleashed
Keta Diablo – Bestselling Author – I Spy A Demon
Marilyn Harlow– Bestselling Author – Demons Are A Girl’s Best Friend
Gracen Miller – Bestselling Author – Hex
Michelle Scott – Bestselling Author – The Demon’s Prisoner
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May 31, 2019
A Darker Shade of Evil Delicious Decadence Giveaway
[image error]To celebrate the pre-release of A Darker Shade of Evil, I’m doing a special giveaway.
This time, I’ve giving away a lovely, hand-made, fabric book cover along with a delicious box of Godiva chocolates. To enter, use the Rafflecopter form below.
Come join the party on our Facebook page!
The winners will be announced on June 30, 2019. Good luck!
May 17, 2019
5 Shows to Binge Watch After the Game of Thrones Series Finale
[image error]If you’re like me, you are waiting in eager expectation for the upcoming final episode of Game of Thrones. However, I’m already thinking about what I’ll watch next. I know it’s the same as thinking about lunch when you’re sitting down to breakfast, but hey, we all have our weaknesses, right?
What I love about GOT is the complex plots, the well-developed characters, and of course the setting. These five shows have all of that. They may not be set in a quasi-medieval time, and unfortunately none of them have dragons, but they’re still quality shows that will grab your attention and keep you coming back.
Here’s my list:
The 100 This show chronicles the lives of 100 criminal adolescents who are banished from their home, a dilapidated space station, and sent to Earth 100 years after a devastating nuclear war. These young people struggle to find their way on what has become an alien planet. The show is rife with strong characters, political intrigue, and lots of unknown enemies. It’s definitely an edge-of-your-seat kind of experience. Five seasons are available on Netflix.
How to Get Away with Murder . This fast-paced mystery involves a brilliant, yet deeply disturbed, criminal defense professor and a group of ambitious students who are all out to win her favor. In this show, one misfortune begets another, and has everyone scrambling to undo, or at least mitigate, the horrible series of events that threatens to get them jailed, or worse, killed. All of the actors are excellent, but my very favorite is Viola Davis as Annalise Keating. Her performance is amazing, and the show is something I could not stop watching. Five Seasons on Hulu and Netflix.
The Magicians . Harry Potter meets Donny Darko meets The Chronicles of Narnia? Yes, that’s right. Imagine if HP was set in the US, and the wizarding students were all in their twenties, drank (a lot), did drugs (a lot), and slept together all while exploring magic and Narnia? That’s The Magicians in a nutshell. Based on Lev Grossman’s novels, this series is seriously deranged. It’s funny, scary, and incredibly exciting. The characters are all complex yet very damaged which makes the entire experience so compelling. Definitely a must watch. Four seasons on Netflix.
Altered Carbon . If you enjoyed Blade Runner and Blade Runner 2049, then this is the show for you. Visually, it’s stunning. The special effects are amazing. The story follows Takeshi Kovacs, a prisoner who’s been in suspended animation for 250 years. Kovacs wakes up and is given a new body and a chance at redemption. But only if he can solve a complicated murder mystery. This show is action-packed and full of twists. 10 episodes on Netflix.
Shamless. Okay, this is a far cry from dragons and the iron throne, but Shameless has plenty of family drama. The Gallaghers are probably one of the most dysfunctional families in Chicago. They’re not quite Lannister bad, but they all have their hang-ups. Together, they struggle to survive poverty, absentee parents, and a host of other issues. Mostly funny and occasionally heart-wrenching, Shameless is a binge-worthy show. 8 seasons on Netflix.
