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Presence: Into the Dark released on eBook!
After a year in the making, Presence: Into the Dark, the fourth book in the Presence series, is all ready for your reading pleasure! My publisher, Blysster Press, and I decided to give eBook fans the first crack at the book: here And the print books will be available really soon.
I want to thank everyone for all the support and encouragement while I wrote this book. Life was pretty messy during the writing and editing process. I had some weird eyeball things going on which made it very difficult for me to write for more than a few minutes at a time. But you guys were all so supportive, I made it through and the book is DONE! I'm eager to hear what my readers think.
There are lots more Presence books to come, so dig right in =D
And in other news, I've got a few really cool projects going on right now. I hope to be able to announce them within the coming months!
I want to thank everyone for all the support and encouragement while I wrote this book. Life was pretty messy during the writing and editing process. I had some weird eyeball things going on which made it very difficult for me to write for more than a few minutes at a time. But you guys were all so supportive, I made it through and the book is DONE! I'm eager to hear what my readers think.
There are lots more Presence books to come, so dig right in =D
And in other news, I've got a few really cool projects going on right now. I hope to be able to announce them within the coming months!
Presence: Into the Dark available for pre-order!
My fourth novel in the Presence series is now available in paperback! Only my publisher is offering this pre-order price, so grab it now--the price will go up as soon as the book hits store shelves!
Presence: Into the Dark pre-order only at Blysster Press
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"Shut up!"
Harsh words crashed through my sleep, yanking me to consciousness. As if to accent my sudden awakening, Thomas screamed, his tiny voice riding on the static crackle of a bad wireless connection.
My eyes snapped open and I sat up, my heart thundering in my chest. It took only a moment for my instincts to sharpen and I focused on the monitor receiver on the nightstand next to me.
"Stop it!" came the voice again.
The monitor lights turned from green to red, indicating a loud noise. . . or someone speaking too close to the transmitter attached inside the crib.
My stomach jerked at the thought of someone in my baby's room, and my sluggish brain struggled to make sense of the situation. Justice was out on assignment and Timothy was hanging out with the other werewolves. That left Thomas and me alone in the house.
At least, we should have been alone.
The blankets gave a soft rustle as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I held my breath, listening to Thomas whimpering, his voice tinny and hollow over the monitor.
It was probably nothing. My little one had nightmares. I'd worried about him having bad dreams at such a young age, but Dr. Bernie Stevens had said it was just normal newborn stuff and he probably wasn't having bad dreams at all.
Even so, I could never quite shake the feeling that Thomas was truly in distress. It was that feeling that made me wake every night thinking I heard someone walking the hall toward his room, whispering to Thomas over the monitor, or laughing with sinister intent.
I rubbed my eyes and whispered, "Don't be ridiculous, Mina."
Surely, I'd imagined the gravely voice, the rough commands, the scraping sounds of something rubbing against the transmitter in the crib. Along with Bernie's assurances that everything was fine, my logical side agreed and insisted that it was all in my head; I'd had this nightmare before and it always ended with me fully waking, realizing that nothing terrible was happening inside the room across the hall where my baby slept.
Well, my logical side could stuff it. It could throw sensible arguments at me all night long, but I'd still need to see for myself that Thomas was safe before I could settle back to sleep. Call it mom's prerogative, call it paranoia; I was checking to be sure he was safe.
"Of course, he's safe," I whispered, feeling a little silly. Why wouldn't he be? He was tucked in his crib right across the hall from me. Everything was fine. I just needed to see him with my own eyes before I could relax.
I'd just slipped into my bathrobe and started reaching for my bedroom door when Thomas' squeal of terror struck me to the core.
Forgetting all my forced calm, I yanked the door open, took two long strides across the hall, and tore the nursery door open. I stepped inside the room in time to hear Thomas' strangled cry cut short. My heart riding in my throat, I jammed my left hand against the wall and threw it upward to hit the light-switch.
Light flooded the small room. In those precious seconds as my eyes adjusted to the change in light, I saw my baby's empty crib, shredded blankets thrown about the room, and Thomas' tiny, pajama-clad legs kicking wildly as they disappeared into the darkness under the crib.
Presence: Into the Dark pre-order only at Blysster Press
ONE
~~
"Shut up!"
Harsh words crashed through my sleep, yanking me to consciousness. As if to accent my sudden awakening, Thomas screamed, his tiny voice riding on the static crackle of a bad wireless connection.
My eyes snapped open and I sat up, my heart thundering in my chest. It took only a moment for my instincts to sharpen and I focused on the monitor receiver on the nightstand next to me.
"Stop it!" came the voice again.
The monitor lights turned from green to red, indicating a loud noise. . . or someone speaking too close to the transmitter attached inside the crib.
My stomach jerked at the thought of someone in my baby's room, and my sluggish brain struggled to make sense of the situation. Justice was out on assignment and Timothy was hanging out with the other werewolves. That left Thomas and me alone in the house.
At least, we should have been alone.
The blankets gave a soft rustle as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I held my breath, listening to Thomas whimpering, his voice tinny and hollow over the monitor.
It was probably nothing. My little one had nightmares. I'd worried about him having bad dreams at such a young age, but Dr. Bernie Stevens had said it was just normal newborn stuff and he probably wasn't having bad dreams at all.
Even so, I could never quite shake the feeling that Thomas was truly in distress. It was that feeling that made me wake every night thinking I heard someone walking the hall toward his room, whispering to Thomas over the monitor, or laughing with sinister intent.
I rubbed my eyes and whispered, "Don't be ridiculous, Mina."
Surely, I'd imagined the gravely voice, the rough commands, the scraping sounds of something rubbing against the transmitter in the crib. Along with Bernie's assurances that everything was fine, my logical side agreed and insisted that it was all in my head; I'd had this nightmare before and it always ended with me fully waking, realizing that nothing terrible was happening inside the room across the hall where my baby slept.
Well, my logical side could stuff it. It could throw sensible arguments at me all night long, but I'd still need to see for myself that Thomas was safe before I could settle back to sleep. Call it mom's prerogative, call it paranoia; I was checking to be sure he was safe.
"Of course, he's safe," I whispered, feeling a little silly. Why wouldn't he be? He was tucked in his crib right across the hall from me. Everything was fine. I just needed to see him with my own eyes before I could relax.
I'd just slipped into my bathrobe and started reaching for my bedroom door when Thomas' squeal of terror struck me to the core.
Forgetting all my forced calm, I yanked the door open, took two long strides across the hall, and tore the nursery door open. I stepped inside the room in time to hear Thomas' strangled cry cut short. My heart riding in my throat, I jammed my left hand against the wall and threw it upward to hit the light-switch.
Light flooded the small room. In those precious seconds as my eyes adjusted to the change in light, I saw my baby's empty crib, shredded blankets thrown about the room, and Thomas' tiny, pajama-clad legs kicking wildly as they disappeared into the darkness under the crib.
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