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February 7, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 9 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
I struggled to breathe, but every breath was searing agony, ripping through my chest. The harsh smell of my own blood was overwhelming. The hard floor felt wet and cold against my back. I shivered and pain tore through me. My gasp gurgled in the silent room and I faintly heard the whistle of air pushing through the hole in my chest.After the synth named Chi’Kehra my lifeMate I must've blacked out, because I didn't remember hitting the floor. I dimly remembered gentle hands lowering me, but I knew it must've been my mind playing tricks on me. Chi’Kehra would never have touched me, much less held me with tender care.Even if I lived, - which I seriously doubted - the Chi’Kehra would never accept a halfling as lifeMate. The thought hurt. As Sídhí, he only had a single chance for a lifeMate and I was it; refusing me meant he would never have a bonded mate.If I'd had more strength, I would've snorted. Here I lay in my own blood, a mortal injury he caused, and I worried for him. I blamed the synth crystal; it had released the Sídhí equivalent of a triggered emotional response within me.The synth crystal sure screwed-up this time.Elves and vampires were like oil and water; opposites that didn't tolerate the other, staying as separated as possible.Before the experiment, the sentient chameleons were a harmless race living deep in the mountains on Sídhí. He took thousands of the peaceful little people and Changed them by adding synth crystal to their blood. Once the synth mixed with their blood, they mutated into a nightmare on two feet. They were called umbra and lived to kill.What the Chi’Kehra created to destroy all the vampires nearly destroyed every last person on Sídhí. A more hideous monster never walked on the face of Sídhí or Earth.I heard a small sound next to me and my rambling thoughts stopped.I knew without opening my eyes he was leaning over me. It was odd, but I couldn't smell him. All I smelled was the iron tang of my blood. I hated the thought of opening my eyes. I knew, without a doubt, what I would see. His eyes would be merciless and cold as they looked at me with disgust and hatred. Then he would formally reject me. Rejecting me, before killing me, was the honorable Sídhí way of doing things.I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected by the one person who was supposed to accept and love me without reservation. The thought of his rejection horrified me and I felt a burst of pain. It felt like my chest was ripped open even farther and my heart crushed into pulp.I sobbed and felt tears roll down my temple and into my hair. I knew the reality of my emotions. It sounded insane that I wanted my killer to love me, but I did. It was all the Ancient One's fault. I hated them for the way my synth made me feel. They tinkered with things best left alone.Somehow, when the Ancient Ones created synth crystal, they made it meld not only with our cells, but other things. After the synth sang, our blood cells released a trigger activating a physical and emotional response toward our lifeMate. This trigger pulled lifeMates together. It literally caused a chain reaction that made us want our lifeMate.I had always accepted the fact I would find my mate, fall in love, and bond instantly. I thought the Ancient Ones had been blessed by God with the knowledge of how to create the synth crystal.Bonding with a lifeMate was a true blessing from God. But knowing my lifeMate planned on refusing me was pure hell.Finally, I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I cracked my eyes open.“Eek!” I shrieked in terror or I tried; the sound gurgled past my lips, sounding rather pitiful.Crouched above me was a black monster, an umbra. Fine black hair, like that of an otter, covered its body. Its eyes were black bottomless pits. It hovered closer, sniffing my blood. Its small nose twitched.The mouth of the creature transfixed me. Sharp teeth made for ripping prey into shreds glared down at me. A long black tongue flicked out, warm and wet it licked the blood from my face. It leaned ever closer; I felt its soft breath against my damp face.I sucked in air, struggling with the simple task, unable to get in enough air for an ear-aching scream.The room remained silent, except for the whistling gurgle of air rushing in and out of my punctured lung. With each strangled breath, I felt like my lifeMate had shoved a metal fence post through me. He might as well have. It would've been a much quicker death.I cursed. My mate couldn't bring himself to finish the job and kill me with his own hands. No, my lifeMate didn't want my blood on his hands. Instead, he gave me to his pet umbra for dinner.I snarled, baring my teeth at the monster hovering over me. Black eyes grew big and its mouth dropped open. I didn't wait for it to bite me. I did the only thing I could do. I ported blind.God forgive me; porting blind was suicide. When a person ported without a destination in mind, she might end up in the middle of a tree. It was the first lesson every parent taught their child, but if I didn't want to get eaten alive, I had no choice.I aimed for the farthest distance I could go. I was only a few years past puberty so I couldn't go far. Normally, twenty miles was my limit, but as bad as I was injured, I'd be lucky to make it a full mile. That wasn't far enough, but it was the best I could manage.I disappeared from the warm room and reappeared in thin air, ice cold thin air.Continued next Friday :)
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If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
I struggled to breathe, but every breath was searing agony, ripping through my chest. The harsh smell of my own blood was overwhelming. The hard floor felt wet and cold against my back. I shivered and pain tore through me. My gasp gurgled in the silent room and I faintly heard the whistle of air pushing through the hole in my chest.After the synth named Chi’Kehra my lifeMate I must've blacked out, because I didn't remember hitting the floor. I dimly remembered gentle hands lowering me, but I knew it must've been my mind playing tricks on me. Chi’Kehra would never have touched me, much less held me with tender care.Even if I lived, - which I seriously doubted - the Chi’Kehra would never accept a halfling as lifeMate. The thought hurt. As Sídhí, he only had a single chance for a lifeMate and I was it; refusing me meant he would never have a bonded mate.If I'd had more strength, I would've snorted. Here I lay in my own blood, a mortal injury he caused, and I worried for him. I blamed the synth crystal; it had released the Sídhí equivalent of a triggered emotional response within me.The synth crystal sure screwed-up this time.Elves and vampires were like oil and water; opposites that didn't tolerate the other, staying as separated as possible.Before the experiment, the sentient chameleons were a harmless race living deep in the mountains on Sídhí. He took thousands of the peaceful little people and Changed them by adding synth crystal to their blood. Once the synth mixed with their blood, they mutated into a nightmare on two feet. They were called umbra and lived to kill.What the Chi’Kehra created to destroy all the vampires nearly destroyed every last person on Sídhí. A more hideous monster never walked on the face of Sídhí or Earth.I heard a small sound next to me and my rambling thoughts stopped.I knew without opening my eyes he was leaning over me. It was odd, but I couldn't smell him. All I smelled was the iron tang of my blood. I hated the thought of opening my eyes. I knew, without a doubt, what I would see. His eyes would be merciless and cold as they looked at me with disgust and hatred. Then he would formally reject me. Rejecting me, before killing me, was the honorable Sídhí way of doing things.I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected by the one person who was supposed to accept and love me without reservation. The thought of his rejection horrified me and I felt a burst of pain. It felt like my chest was ripped open even farther and my heart crushed into pulp.I sobbed and felt tears roll down my temple and into my hair. I knew the reality of my emotions. It sounded insane that I wanted my killer to love me, but I did. It was all the Ancient One's fault. I hated them for the way my synth made me feel. They tinkered with things best left alone.Somehow, when the Ancient Ones created synth crystal, they made it meld not only with our cells, but other things. After the synth sang, our blood cells released a trigger activating a physical and emotional response toward our lifeMate. This trigger pulled lifeMates together. It literally caused a chain reaction that made us want our lifeMate.I had always accepted the fact I would find my mate, fall in love, and bond instantly. I thought the Ancient Ones had been blessed by God with the knowledge of how to create the synth crystal.Bonding with a lifeMate was a true blessing from God. But knowing my lifeMate planned on refusing me was pure hell.Finally, I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I cracked my eyes open.“Eek!” I shrieked in terror or I tried; the sound gurgled past my lips, sounding rather pitiful.Crouched above me was a black monster, an umbra. Fine black hair, like that of an otter, covered its body. Its eyes were black bottomless pits. It hovered closer, sniffing my blood. Its small nose twitched.The mouth of the creature transfixed me. Sharp teeth made for ripping prey into shreds glared down at me. A long black tongue flicked out, warm and wet it licked the blood from my face. It leaned ever closer; I felt its soft breath against my damp face.I sucked in air, struggling with the simple task, unable to get in enough air for an ear-aching scream.The room remained silent, except for the whistling gurgle of air rushing in and out of my punctured lung. With each strangled breath, I felt like my lifeMate had shoved a metal fence post through me. He might as well have. It would've been a much quicker death.I cursed. My mate couldn't bring himself to finish the job and kill me with his own hands. No, my lifeMate didn't want my blood on his hands. Instead, he gave me to his pet umbra for dinner.I snarled, baring my teeth at the monster hovering over me. Black eyes grew big and its mouth dropped open. I didn't wait for it to bite me. I did the only thing I could do. I ported blind.God forgive me; porting blind was suicide. When a person ported without a destination in mind, she might end up in the middle of a tree. It was the first lesson every parent taught their child, but if I didn't want to get eaten alive, I had no choice.I aimed for the farthest distance I could go. I was only a few years past puberty so I couldn't go far. Normally, twenty miles was my limit, but as bad as I was injured, I'd be lucky to make it a full mile. That wasn't far enough, but it was the best I could manage.I disappeared from the warm room and reappeared in thin air, ice cold thin air.Continued next Friday :)
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If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
January 31, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 8 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
I tried mimicking a look of extreme concentration, like I was considering his offer. The word of a Sídhí was stronger than a contract signed in blood. What he didn't know was the kind of person I was. I would never, not in a million years, betray my family.Without warning, I ported, disappearing from my place against the wall. I reappeared immediately behind him and slashed my claws downward, aiming to sever his spine, but elves were really very fast.In a single move, he jerked around and shoved his broad sword straight through my chest.I screamed in agony.My world shuddered to a halt, searing me clear through my chest. My ribs shattered and blood spurted everywhere. My heart thumped madly. I didn't see how he could've missed it, but it was still thumping. The blade must have skimmed past it by less than an inch.Have I mentioned: I have horrid timing? Well, I did. Wretched, horrid timing.Then it happened.The most amazing thing for any Sídhí occurred. An inhumanly eerie sound burst through my body, vibrating from every synth laced cell in me.The synth crystal sang, glorious and loud, pounding through my ears and body; the synth laced blood that flowed through my blood vibrated for joy, literally erupting in beautiful and tear-jerking music that poured through my dying body.The Ancient Ones created synth crystal as the ultimate source of clean energy. It did so much more than that; it became our Fountain of Youth. It also pulled two 'perfect' people together. Each Sídhí had a single lifeMate; the synth crystal insured an unbreakable union between the two destined mates.The lovely music singing through my veins had been called many things through the years, but as I looked into my lifeMate's horrified eyes, I could only think of one: Forever Yours in Life and Death.The Song of the Sídhí had declared my killer as my lifeMate. Chapter: Death He watched her teleport away and he reacted without thought. Instinct to live overtook his desire not to harm the young woman. He had fought many vampires throughout his long life; he knew how they fought. Not discounting their fangs and claws, porting was their primary weapon.He turned and thrust.His pure synth crystal sword slammed through the right-side of her ribcage, shattering bones and thrusting through lung.Her scream ripped through him and he cursed his wretched fast reactions. If he had jumped out of the way and not thrust... blast it to hell! For once in his life, why did he have to have great reflexes? Self-recrimination poured through him; disgusted with his own actions, he silently cursed.He sucked in a harsh lungful of air. He wasn't without honor. As much as he'd love to turn and never look at her, he couldn't.He heard her whimper; she still lived. He steeled himself and looked into her eyes.Her incredible blue eyes stared into his, a light cerulean blue; they looked soul-deep into him. Even in death, she was more woman than any other he had ever known.The moment his eyes met hers, he didn't have time to utter a sound of remorse, his body exploded in a symphony of music; the internal vibration of his synth crystal screamed through his veins, naming her as his lifeMate.For the first time in his adult life, his gut clenched in horror and he thought he was going to throw-up as her blood poured over his hand.Continued next Friday :)
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If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooperwww.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
I tried mimicking a look of extreme concentration, like I was considering his offer. The word of a Sídhí was stronger than a contract signed in blood. What he didn't know was the kind of person I was. I would never, not in a million years, betray my family.Without warning, I ported, disappearing from my place against the wall. I reappeared immediately behind him and slashed my claws downward, aiming to sever his spine, but elves were really very fast.In a single move, he jerked around and shoved his broad sword straight through my chest.I screamed in agony.My world shuddered to a halt, searing me clear through my chest. My ribs shattered and blood spurted everywhere. My heart thumped madly. I didn't see how he could've missed it, but it was still thumping. The blade must have skimmed past it by less than an inch.Have I mentioned: I have horrid timing? Well, I did. Wretched, horrid timing.Then it happened.The most amazing thing for any Sídhí occurred. An inhumanly eerie sound burst through my body, vibrating from every synth laced cell in me.The synth crystal sang, glorious and loud, pounding through my ears and body; the synth laced blood that flowed through my blood vibrated for joy, literally erupting in beautiful and tear-jerking music that poured through my dying body.The Ancient Ones created synth crystal as the ultimate source of clean energy. It did so much more than that; it became our Fountain of Youth. It also pulled two 'perfect' people together. Each Sídhí had a single lifeMate; the synth crystal insured an unbreakable union between the two destined mates.The lovely music singing through my veins had been called many things through the years, but as I looked into my lifeMate's horrified eyes, I could only think of one: Forever Yours in Life and Death.The Song of the Sídhí had declared my killer as my lifeMate. Chapter: Death He watched her teleport away and he reacted without thought. Instinct to live overtook his desire not to harm the young woman. He had fought many vampires throughout his long life; he knew how they fought. Not discounting their fangs and claws, porting was their primary weapon.He turned and thrust.His pure synth crystal sword slammed through the right-side of her ribcage, shattering bones and thrusting through lung.Her scream ripped through him and he cursed his wretched fast reactions. If he had jumped out of the way and not thrust... blast it to hell! For once in his life, why did he have to have great reflexes? Self-recrimination poured through him; disgusted with his own actions, he silently cursed.He sucked in a harsh lungful of air. He wasn't without honor. As much as he'd love to turn and never look at her, he couldn't.He heard her whimper; she still lived. He steeled himself and looked into her eyes.Her incredible blue eyes stared into his, a light cerulean blue; they looked soul-deep into him. Even in death, she was more woman than any other he had ever known.The moment his eyes met hers, he didn't have time to utter a sound of remorse, his body exploded in a symphony of music; the internal vibration of his synth crystal screamed through his veins, naming her as his lifeMate.For the first time in his adult life, his gut clenched in horror and he thought he was going to throw-up as her blood poured over his hand.Continued next Friday :)
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If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooperwww.jodiebcooper.com
January 24, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 7 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Chi’Kehra gritted his teeth, looking at the crumpled form of the beautiful young woman.Doing the right thing sucked, but his duty was protecting his people, not giving the Earth-born Chi’Kehra a chance to destroy his world. Who would have dreamed more than one Chi’Kehra could exist? Even if she didn't want to conquer Sídhí, another Chi’Kehra would throw his world into chaos.Already he felt the energy surrounding his world changing as the white-blonde Chi’Kehra sent tendrils of energy outward, hunting for her sister. If the unconscious young woman mentally cried-out for her sister, it would all be over.He only had a very brief window of opportunity; he didn't dare give the young woman the slightest chance to call for help. Depending on how old and well trained her sister, the Earth-born Chi’Kehra was, it would only take moments for her to zero in on a relative by blood.A silver collar might have helped, but he didn't have time to fetch one.He sighed, frustration fueling his anger. He didn't want to kill an innocent. Perhaps if he tried talking to her it would help. Surely, a few minutes would not be enough time for the other Chi’Kehra to lock onto her sister. He simply hoped he could convince the young beauty to remain silent.She touched something deep in his soul. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but the thought of hurting her made his chest ache.~ ~ ~I blacked-out for a moment.When I awoke, sharp shooting pains streaked through my head. My jaw and shoulder felt on fire. I struggled to open my eyes, blinking against the pain. A large gray rock blocked my vision, sitting inches from my nose. I couldn't smell anything, except the blood trickling down my nose. Ugh, I hated nosebleeds and I really hated pain.I lay crumpled at the base of the wall he threw me at. I didn't think I fainted for long, because I heard his firm strides coming up behind me. I rolled over and pain threatened to pull me back under. With a force of will, I finished rolling over. That didn't sound too hard, but it hurt like the blue-blazes.I watched him walk slowly toward me, shaking his head. He actually looked sad. “It didn't need to come to this. If I must, I will kill you in order to protect my world. I'd much rather propose a truce.”The significance of what he said pounded through my head. If he didn't kill me outright, he'd chain me with enough silver that I'd become deaf and dumb to my Sídhí abilities. I'd rather be dead than a slave.I tried standing up, but my body screamed in pain. Streaks of stabbing pain ripped through my broken jaw, shoulder, and arm. I couldn't tell him I wouldn't cry for help even if I wanted to. The pain stopped the words, letting them die in my throat. My jaw hurt too badly; I couldn't form any kind of sound other than a whimper.Speaking mind to mind with the Chi’Kehra was totally not an option. I doubted if my mental shields would keep him out.When I remained silent, a sword made of pure synth crystal appeared in his hand. His jaw clenched. From the look in his eyes, he appeared determined.The air froze in my chest, keeping me from uttering a cry of fear.With having the Earth-born Chi’Kehra as my sister, I was more aware than the average Sídhí what creating an object from the synth crystal in his body meant. It literally shouted, 'I'm Chi’Kehra and you're a gnat I'm going to swat' as nothing else did. Truly, he could create anything from the energy stored in his body, from a sword to a fine lacy bra.Ugh, a bra? That's so weird. I was about to die and I was thinking about funky underclothes.“I hadn't planned on killing a youngling today.” With a look of regret on his face, he raised his sword arm.“I'm seventeen today,” I forced the mumble of words through my broken jaw, miffed at his remark even as death stared me in the face. Trust me, I wasn't being arrogant, guys stopped what they were doing and whistled when I walked past.My resolve to live reared up and shouted at me, refusing to die without a fight.I curled my hands into fists and willed myself not to cry-out when I pushed them against the floor. I obstinately refused to meet my enemy on my knees. With that thought in my head, I pushed myself up to my feet, while hanging onto the wall with my good right hand. My left arm hung uselessly at my side.I rapidly blinked my eyes, fighting as the world turned black and muffled. For an instant, I feared I might lose my battle and drop to the floor in another faint, but ever so slowly my sight and hearing came back to me. I glanced around the huge room and saw no easy escape.I extended my fangs and claws, hissing at him as he walked closer. My claws wouldn't be much use against a sword, but I had to try.“Ah.” The small sound he uttered sounded remorseful. “Give me your word of honor you won't try summoning the Earth-born Chi’Kehra and I'll let you live.”Continued next Friday :)
Thanks for stopping by!
If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Chi’Kehra gritted his teeth, looking at the crumpled form of the beautiful young woman.Doing the right thing sucked, but his duty was protecting his people, not giving the Earth-born Chi’Kehra a chance to destroy his world. Who would have dreamed more than one Chi’Kehra could exist? Even if she didn't want to conquer Sídhí, another Chi’Kehra would throw his world into chaos.Already he felt the energy surrounding his world changing as the white-blonde Chi’Kehra sent tendrils of energy outward, hunting for her sister. If the unconscious young woman mentally cried-out for her sister, it would all be over.He only had a very brief window of opportunity; he didn't dare give the young woman the slightest chance to call for help. Depending on how old and well trained her sister, the Earth-born Chi’Kehra was, it would only take moments for her to zero in on a relative by blood.A silver collar might have helped, but he didn't have time to fetch one.He sighed, frustration fueling his anger. He didn't want to kill an innocent. Perhaps if he tried talking to her it would help. Surely, a few minutes would not be enough time for the other Chi’Kehra to lock onto her sister. He simply hoped he could convince the young beauty to remain silent.She touched something deep in his soul. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but the thought of hurting her made his chest ache.~ ~ ~I blacked-out for a moment.When I awoke, sharp shooting pains streaked through my head. My jaw and shoulder felt on fire. I struggled to open my eyes, blinking against the pain. A large gray rock blocked my vision, sitting inches from my nose. I couldn't smell anything, except the blood trickling down my nose. Ugh, I hated nosebleeds and I really hated pain.I lay crumpled at the base of the wall he threw me at. I didn't think I fainted for long, because I heard his firm strides coming up behind me. I rolled over and pain threatened to pull me back under. With a force of will, I finished rolling over. That didn't sound too hard, but it hurt like the blue-blazes.I watched him walk slowly toward me, shaking his head. He actually looked sad. “It didn't need to come to this. If I must, I will kill you in order to protect my world. I'd much rather propose a truce.”The significance of what he said pounded through my head. If he didn't kill me outright, he'd chain me with enough silver that I'd become deaf and dumb to my Sídhí abilities. I'd rather be dead than a slave.I tried standing up, but my body screamed in pain. Streaks of stabbing pain ripped through my broken jaw, shoulder, and arm. I couldn't tell him I wouldn't cry for help even if I wanted to. The pain stopped the words, letting them die in my throat. My jaw hurt too badly; I couldn't form any kind of sound other than a whimper.Speaking mind to mind with the Chi’Kehra was totally not an option. I doubted if my mental shields would keep him out.When I remained silent, a sword made of pure synth crystal appeared in his hand. His jaw clenched. From the look in his eyes, he appeared determined.The air froze in my chest, keeping me from uttering a cry of fear.With having the Earth-born Chi’Kehra as my sister, I was more aware than the average Sídhí what creating an object from the synth crystal in his body meant. It literally shouted, 'I'm Chi’Kehra and you're a gnat I'm going to swat' as nothing else did. Truly, he could create anything from the energy stored in his body, from a sword to a fine lacy bra.Ugh, a bra? That's so weird. I was about to die and I was thinking about funky underclothes.“I hadn't planned on killing a youngling today.” With a look of regret on his face, he raised his sword arm.“I'm seventeen today,” I forced the mumble of words through my broken jaw, miffed at his remark even as death stared me in the face. Trust me, I wasn't being arrogant, guys stopped what they were doing and whistled when I walked past.My resolve to live reared up and shouted at me, refusing to die without a fight.I curled my hands into fists and willed myself not to cry-out when I pushed them against the floor. I obstinately refused to meet my enemy on my knees. With that thought in my head, I pushed myself up to my feet, while hanging onto the wall with my good right hand. My left arm hung uselessly at my side.I rapidly blinked my eyes, fighting as the world turned black and muffled. For an instant, I feared I might lose my battle and drop to the floor in another faint, but ever so slowly my sight and hearing came back to me. I glanced around the huge room and saw no easy escape.I extended my fangs and claws, hissing at him as he walked closer. My claws wouldn't be much use against a sword, but I had to try.“Ah.” The small sound he uttered sounded remorseful. “Give me your word of honor you won't try summoning the Earth-born Chi’Kehra and I'll let you live.”Continued next Friday :)
Thanks for stopping by!
If you enjoyed reading this week's installment of Beloved LifeMate, please consider sharing or tweeting about the free read. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Beloved LifeMate is only $1.98 at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Smashwords :)
Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
January 22, 2013
Christmas in Vampire Valley is FREE!!
Christmas in Vampire Valley is FREE at Amazon today through Friday (1/25/13).
Be ready for a fun filled adventure with vampires, danger & kisses!
What happens when a fairy (dressed as a witch) wants a vampire for Christmas? Chaos!
Christmas in Vampire Valley Amazon US
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Snippet from Amazon:
BOOM!
An explosion shook the walls of the auditorium, an area filled to the brim with vampires. Squares of foam and glass rained down on the teens.
Terrified screams erupted around me, creating mass confusion. The smell of blood perfumed the air. With the smell of blood, growls of hunger emerged, intensifying the chaos.
Black smoke billowed across the stage area.
I scrambled onto the back of my chair as a stampede of terrified vampires rushed toward the exit. Sitting between fang-faced teens and the large back door was not a very good place for a delicately built girl to be.
There was no way I could go head-to-head with a bunch of out-of-control vampires.
Narlene intentionally slammed into me, shoving me off my precarious perch. Falling backward, I cried out. My heart constricted; fear splintered through me like a piece of shattered china. I knew if I hit the floor, I might never get up, not with the number of teens running past me.
I flung my arms outward, bracing for a fall.
I never hit the floor.
Strong arms caught me, pulling me into a tight embrace. From the muscled chest, and strong arms wrapped around me, I knew it had to be a guy. I inhaled a warm spicy scent that sent a deep yearning through my chest. I looked up and froze.
Brandon towered over me. Top of his class academically and star quarterback for the football team, he was the most popular vamp in school. His midnight hair and emerald eyes topped the cake with lots of icing, a very yummy looking cake.
He leaned down several inches. His breath tickled my ear as he chuckled, and asked, “Going somewhere?”
January 17, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 6 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Fritz looked at me and I silently thanked God he wasn't dead.“You didn't kill him,” I muttered in a low voice. Honestly, I couldn't believe Fritz wasn't dead.On each wrist and ankle, Fritz was cuffed with solid crystal. Each shackle was connected to a stake of crystal driven into the ground. Even though he was unable to move, his severe wounds, including a deep gash across his stomach healed before my eyes. Thankfully, he was several hundred years old and healed rather quickly.“Call Chi’Kehra,” Fritz ordered me, struggling against his restraints. His voice was heavy with unspoken words, trying to make me understand the urgency in warning our people without tipping off the elf holding me prisoner.The man beside me snorted, humor laced his words as he said, “Understanding your modern language is difficult, but yes, I am Chi’Kehra.”Fritz's frantic eyes met mine and I wanted to tell him that I kept trying to call for help, but the stupid gate blocked my attempts.“You didn't mean me. Did you?” Chi’Kehra asked, glaring at Fritz, who snarled back.Stubbornly Fritz refused to answer his question.Chi’Kehra turned his attention to me. With a bone-jarring movement, he held me off the ground and shook me. “Well, halfling, does a khatt have your tongue? Is there a Chi’Kehra of Earth?”My head flopped around on my shoulders. I felt like one of those bobble-head dolls.I must have looked silly, but that didn't stop my intense anger. Fury still bubbled near the surface; it glared at him, but without the impact I wanted. I wanted him to fear me, but it was nighttime. He didn't receive the full impact of how much I hated him. If we'd been in the direct sunlight my eyes would've turned a solid blood red that smoldered with heated anger.I remained silent. Refusing to answer was my only weapon. Anyway, there was no way I'd willingly betray my own sister. She might be a powerhouse, but the powerhouse standing in front of me had a lot more experience.“Perhaps a journey to Sídhí will loosen your tongue.”At his solemn words, fear ripped through me and I struggled against his iron-grasp, but he walked toward the gateway, not paying me the slightest bit of attention. He flicked his hand toward Fritz and a chain of synth crystal appeared. The chain lengthened, absorbing the stakes that pinned Fritz to the ground. Chi’Kehra dragged me and a struggling Fritz toward the gateway.I frantically tried stopping my forward momentum; I shoved my feet outward, but my shoes scraped uselessly across the leaf littered ground. “No!” My urgent protest made my voice shriller than normal.“Sarah!” I mentally screamed just as we passed across the threshold of the gateway and into a large bedroom. Belatedly, I realized I also screamed Sarah’s name out loud.“Who is Sarah?” he asked calmly, casually flicking his fingers toward Fritz.Crystal wrapped around Fritz's mouth, muting his loud shouts. Another flick of fingers and a separate gateway opened behind Fritz and he tumbled through it. The gateway closed without a sound.My frantic eyes latched on the remaining gateway, the one connecting Earth to Sídhí.Suddenly, Sarah appeared in the clearing. Sword raised, she rushed toward me, roaring louder than I've ever heard her. Fury glowed from her eyes.“Sarah!” I shrieked, knowing she'd never make it through in time. The view to Earth snapped shut, silencing Sarah's agonized shout of denial.My shoulders sagged and I choked on a sob. “My sister, Sarah's my sister,” I answered his question without thinking. I was too stunned to think. I was an elf's prisoner, permanently trapped on Sídhí with no hope of ever returning home. I shuddered, sucking in a ragged breath I searched for some glimmer of hope.Only a single person might save me and that was Sarah. My sister would come for me. She'd never stop trying. She terrified others, but she loved me. Somehow, she'd figure out a way to get me home.His snort of ridicule pulled me from my mournful thoughts. “Sídhí is your new home. Only another Chi’Kehra has the power necessary to open a gateway. So unless your sister, whom I assume is half vampire like you, is friends with Chi’Kehra...” he stopped and the skin between his eyes tightened in a frown. “The Earth-born Chi’Kehra is your sister? That woman who attacked was Chi’Kehra?”I hastily shook my head, denying his accusation. “No, of course not. We're both two-thirds vampire.”“You lie, Chi’Kehra is your sister!” He shoved his face in mine, glaring at me.My heart raced in rekindled fear and my mind shrieked at me: He knows!The world of Sídhí had to be millions of light years away from Earth, but I had to warn Sarah; she was the only person who had a chance at protecting Earth. Honestly, I didn't know how she would hear me, but I tried anyway.“Sarah!” I mentally screamed, hoping beyond hope that - combined with the sibling blood we shared and as Chi’Kehra - she would hear me.From my look of concentration, he must've guessed I was using telepathy. I had no warning, before he violently threw me across the room.I slammed headfirst into a stone wall.Continued next Friday :)
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YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Fritz looked at me and I silently thanked God he wasn't dead.“You didn't kill him,” I muttered in a low voice. Honestly, I couldn't believe Fritz wasn't dead.On each wrist and ankle, Fritz was cuffed with solid crystal. Each shackle was connected to a stake of crystal driven into the ground. Even though he was unable to move, his severe wounds, including a deep gash across his stomach healed before my eyes. Thankfully, he was several hundred years old and healed rather quickly.“Call Chi’Kehra,” Fritz ordered me, struggling against his restraints. His voice was heavy with unspoken words, trying to make me understand the urgency in warning our people without tipping off the elf holding me prisoner.The man beside me snorted, humor laced his words as he said, “Understanding your modern language is difficult, but yes, I am Chi’Kehra.”Fritz's frantic eyes met mine and I wanted to tell him that I kept trying to call for help, but the stupid gate blocked my attempts.“You didn't mean me. Did you?” Chi’Kehra asked, glaring at Fritz, who snarled back.Stubbornly Fritz refused to answer his question.Chi’Kehra turned his attention to me. With a bone-jarring movement, he held me off the ground and shook me. “Well, halfling, does a khatt have your tongue? Is there a Chi’Kehra of Earth?”My head flopped around on my shoulders. I felt like one of those bobble-head dolls.I must have looked silly, but that didn't stop my intense anger. Fury still bubbled near the surface; it glared at him, but without the impact I wanted. I wanted him to fear me, but it was nighttime. He didn't receive the full impact of how much I hated him. If we'd been in the direct sunlight my eyes would've turned a solid blood red that smoldered with heated anger.I remained silent. Refusing to answer was my only weapon. Anyway, there was no way I'd willingly betray my own sister. She might be a powerhouse, but the powerhouse standing in front of me had a lot more experience.“Perhaps a journey to Sídhí will loosen your tongue.”At his solemn words, fear ripped through me and I struggled against his iron-grasp, but he walked toward the gateway, not paying me the slightest bit of attention. He flicked his hand toward Fritz and a chain of synth crystal appeared. The chain lengthened, absorbing the stakes that pinned Fritz to the ground. Chi’Kehra dragged me and a struggling Fritz toward the gateway.I frantically tried stopping my forward momentum; I shoved my feet outward, but my shoes scraped uselessly across the leaf littered ground. “No!” My urgent protest made my voice shriller than normal.“Sarah!” I mentally screamed just as we passed across the threshold of the gateway and into a large bedroom. Belatedly, I realized I also screamed Sarah’s name out loud.“Who is Sarah?” he asked calmly, casually flicking his fingers toward Fritz.Crystal wrapped around Fritz's mouth, muting his loud shouts. Another flick of fingers and a separate gateway opened behind Fritz and he tumbled through it. The gateway closed without a sound.My frantic eyes latched on the remaining gateway, the one connecting Earth to Sídhí.Suddenly, Sarah appeared in the clearing. Sword raised, she rushed toward me, roaring louder than I've ever heard her. Fury glowed from her eyes.“Sarah!” I shrieked, knowing she'd never make it through in time. The view to Earth snapped shut, silencing Sarah's agonized shout of denial.My shoulders sagged and I choked on a sob. “My sister, Sarah's my sister,” I answered his question without thinking. I was too stunned to think. I was an elf's prisoner, permanently trapped on Sídhí with no hope of ever returning home. I shuddered, sucking in a ragged breath I searched for some glimmer of hope.Only a single person might save me and that was Sarah. My sister would come for me. She'd never stop trying. She terrified others, but she loved me. Somehow, she'd figure out a way to get me home.His snort of ridicule pulled me from my mournful thoughts. “Sídhí is your new home. Only another Chi’Kehra has the power necessary to open a gateway. So unless your sister, whom I assume is half vampire like you, is friends with Chi’Kehra...” he stopped and the skin between his eyes tightened in a frown. “The Earth-born Chi’Kehra is your sister? That woman who attacked was Chi’Kehra?”I hastily shook my head, denying his accusation. “No, of course not. We're both two-thirds vampire.”“You lie, Chi’Kehra is your sister!” He shoved his face in mine, glaring at me.My heart raced in rekindled fear and my mind shrieked at me: He knows!The world of Sídhí had to be millions of light years away from Earth, but I had to warn Sarah; she was the only person who had a chance at protecting Earth. Honestly, I didn't know how she would hear me, but I tried anyway.“Sarah!” I mentally screamed, hoping beyond hope that - combined with the sibling blood we shared and as Chi’Kehra - she would hear me.From my look of concentration, he must've guessed I was using telepathy. I had no warning, before he violently threw me across the room.I slammed headfirst into a stone wall.Continued next Friday :)
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January 10, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 5 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
There was only one answer: He must be the current elvish monarch on Sídhí. In other words, he was the Sídhí Chi’Kehra. And being Chi’Kehra was more than a title. Just like my sister, it meant he had the ability to manipulate raw energy, pure synth crystal. And everyone knew synth crystal, created by the Ancient Ones, was the most powerful form of energy ever created.There had only been four Chi’Kehra in all of history and that included Sarah and this guy. He wouldn't like having a halfling knowing any of his business, especially if he was scouting Earth for an invasion.I gulped, trying to shove my fear down, but my mind kept racing away with itself. Why else would the Sídhí Chi’Kehra open a gateway to earth? Especially a gate opened in the middle of the night and hidden in a bunch of trees, but still had access to a large city?Every person who wasn't a pure-blood elf was screwed with a cherry on top. Oh yeah, the entire world was rushing toward a disaster and didn't even realize it.He stopped beside me, towering over my nearly six feet by a good foot. “Tell me, do the people of Earth approve of mixed births or are you an outcast?”“That's rude,” I said snappishly, speaking much louder than necessary. I had to buy some time until Fritz came looking for me.I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to keep him from seeing how bad I was shaking. I hated what I was doing. It made me literally sick, because poor Fritz didn't stand a chance against Chi’Kehra. I gritted my jaw, refusing to shed the tears that built behind my eyes.I prayed Fritz heard me; I didn't have a choice. If the horrid elf planned on invading Earth, or even if he planned on uniting all the elvish houses, Trellick Valley was worse than screwed. He would wipe all of us from the face of the Earth. The urgency to warn my family crashed through me; I couldn't let anything stand in my way.Right on time, I heard Fritz weaving through the trees. He appeared some ten feet away, running full tilt toward us, dagger drawn.I groaned, mentally slapping myself over my slow reactions to an emergency. Why hadn't I screamed for help? Hello, idiot that I was!I mentally screamed for reinforcements – from anyone who could hear me. When I didn't get any type of response, I realized the gateway must be interfering with my telepathy just like it did with my ability to port.“Help!” I mentally screamed and spun around, running as fast as I could.Swords clashed and my gut clenched in grief. I complained about my shadow, but Fritz wasn't only my bodyguard, he was a friend. I ran harder, but tears blurred my progress. Roughly, I slashed my hand across my face, knowing I had to get a grip. Every Sídhí that wasn't a full-blooded elf depended on my warning, whether they knew it or not.Without a shred of sound to warn me an iron-hard fist wrapped around my upper arm jerking me to an abrupt halt. “That's far enough halfling.”After killing Fritz and chasing me, he wasn't even breathing hard.My lips curled-up, baring my short fangs at him. I snarled, letting him glimpse the danger of man-handling a vampire, a dangerous adversary.I certainly wasn't a weakling. I'd never go down without a struggle. He might kill me, but I'd make him work for it. I growled and lunged toward him, snapping my now elongated fangs at him. The hair-raising growl rumbled through the trees, silencing the nighttime symphony as the tiny creatures recognized a larger predator in their midst.He arrogantly lifted his eyebrows in disbelief at my show of defiance, uttering a loud sigh he shook his head, looking like a bored aristocrat surveying a dirty peasant.My anger and fear gave way to rage. The burning emotion bubbled through my veins, giving me strength. I twisted, trying to break his hold, but it solved nothing. His hand clenched me tighter and I cried out. It felt like he was going to pinch my arm clean off. And with a full-grown Sídhí, it was quite possible.I hated the injustice of it all. As bad as I wanted to get away from him, he wasn't even bothered by my struggles. I was the one who looked worse for my attempted escape. My sunshades slipped off the top of my head where I'd stuck them. My face stung, where small branches had slapped me in my dash for freedom. And my hair, my hair was a disaster and my downfall. The long stuff swirled into my mouth. Biting a hunk out of someone was impossible with a mouthful of hair in the way.He didn't pause at my show of anger. Instead, he jerked me backward, dragging me behind him; he silently marched toward the gateway.Understanding his intentions my eyes widened in terror. I tried extending my two-inch claws, but it was too late. Under the power of the gateway they shrank back to normal fingernails.In front of me and to the left, Fritz laid spread eagle on the ground several feet from the gateway. Gashes covered his chest and gut. Blood was splattered everywhere, on bushes, the ground, and the surrounding trees. Serious fights between Sídhí were always fast and furious and normally ended with someone getting their head chopped off, the one sure way to kill a Sídhí.Continued next Friday :)
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
There was only one answer: He must be the current elvish monarch on Sídhí. In other words, he was the Sídhí Chi’Kehra. And being Chi’Kehra was more than a title. Just like my sister, it meant he had the ability to manipulate raw energy, pure synth crystal. And everyone knew synth crystal, created by the Ancient Ones, was the most powerful form of energy ever created.There had only been four Chi’Kehra in all of history and that included Sarah and this guy. He wouldn't like having a halfling knowing any of his business, especially if he was scouting Earth for an invasion.I gulped, trying to shove my fear down, but my mind kept racing away with itself. Why else would the Sídhí Chi’Kehra open a gateway to earth? Especially a gate opened in the middle of the night and hidden in a bunch of trees, but still had access to a large city?Every person who wasn't a pure-blood elf was screwed with a cherry on top. Oh yeah, the entire world was rushing toward a disaster and didn't even realize it.He stopped beside me, towering over my nearly six feet by a good foot. “Tell me, do the people of Earth approve of mixed births or are you an outcast?”“That's rude,” I said snappishly, speaking much louder than necessary. I had to buy some time until Fritz came looking for me.I crossed my arms in front of me, trying to keep him from seeing how bad I was shaking. I hated what I was doing. It made me literally sick, because poor Fritz didn't stand a chance against Chi’Kehra. I gritted my jaw, refusing to shed the tears that built behind my eyes.I prayed Fritz heard me; I didn't have a choice. If the horrid elf planned on invading Earth, or even if he planned on uniting all the elvish houses, Trellick Valley was worse than screwed. He would wipe all of us from the face of the Earth. The urgency to warn my family crashed through me; I couldn't let anything stand in my way.Right on time, I heard Fritz weaving through the trees. He appeared some ten feet away, running full tilt toward us, dagger drawn.I groaned, mentally slapping myself over my slow reactions to an emergency. Why hadn't I screamed for help? Hello, idiot that I was!I mentally screamed for reinforcements – from anyone who could hear me. When I didn't get any type of response, I realized the gateway must be interfering with my telepathy just like it did with my ability to port.“Help!” I mentally screamed and spun around, running as fast as I could.Swords clashed and my gut clenched in grief. I complained about my shadow, but Fritz wasn't only my bodyguard, he was a friend. I ran harder, but tears blurred my progress. Roughly, I slashed my hand across my face, knowing I had to get a grip. Every Sídhí that wasn't a full-blooded elf depended on my warning, whether they knew it or not.Without a shred of sound to warn me an iron-hard fist wrapped around my upper arm jerking me to an abrupt halt. “That's far enough halfling.”After killing Fritz and chasing me, he wasn't even breathing hard.My lips curled-up, baring my short fangs at him. I snarled, letting him glimpse the danger of man-handling a vampire, a dangerous adversary.I certainly wasn't a weakling. I'd never go down without a struggle. He might kill me, but I'd make him work for it. I growled and lunged toward him, snapping my now elongated fangs at him. The hair-raising growl rumbled through the trees, silencing the nighttime symphony as the tiny creatures recognized a larger predator in their midst.He arrogantly lifted his eyebrows in disbelief at my show of defiance, uttering a loud sigh he shook his head, looking like a bored aristocrat surveying a dirty peasant.My anger and fear gave way to rage. The burning emotion bubbled through my veins, giving me strength. I twisted, trying to break his hold, but it solved nothing. His hand clenched me tighter and I cried out. It felt like he was going to pinch my arm clean off. And with a full-grown Sídhí, it was quite possible.I hated the injustice of it all. As bad as I wanted to get away from him, he wasn't even bothered by my struggles. I was the one who looked worse for my attempted escape. My sunshades slipped off the top of my head where I'd stuck them. My face stung, where small branches had slapped me in my dash for freedom. And my hair, my hair was a disaster and my downfall. The long stuff swirled into my mouth. Biting a hunk out of someone was impossible with a mouthful of hair in the way.He didn't pause at my show of anger. Instead, he jerked me backward, dragging me behind him; he silently marched toward the gateway.Understanding his intentions my eyes widened in terror. I tried extending my two-inch claws, but it was too late. Under the power of the gateway they shrank back to normal fingernails.In front of me and to the left, Fritz laid spread eagle on the ground several feet from the gateway. Gashes covered his chest and gut. Blood was splattered everywhere, on bushes, the ground, and the surrounding trees. Serious fights between Sídhí were always fast and furious and normally ended with someone getting their head chopped off, the one sure way to kill a Sídhí.Continued next Friday :)
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January 7, 2013
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Keeping her true nature carefully hidden, ice-cold assassin, Lady Sarah Trellick, reluctantly agrees to play the dragon's game of cat and mouse, all the while searching for a way to protect her home valley. During the dangerous game, she grows ever desperate for Nick, the guy her Sídhí blood picked as her soul mate, a mate that hates her. Time is running out.
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YA paranormal Romance
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and Vampire's Forbidden Territory (Sídhí Summer Camp #2)
YA paranormal Romance
Does Jared (vampire) want Katie (elf/vampire) for her money, her blood, or something beyond her wildest dreams?
Katie's story is the first in the Sídhí Summer Camp series, but it can be read as a stand-alone title. Read the first few pages free at Smashwords or Amazon!
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Keeping her true nature carefully hidden, ice-cold assassin, Lady Sarah Trellick, reluctantly agrees to play the dragon's game of cat and mouse, all the while searching for a way to protect her home valley. During the dangerous game, she grows ever desperate for Nick, the guy her Sídhí blood picked as her soul mate, a mate that hates her. Time is running out.
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January 3, 2013
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 4 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Chapter 2: Chi’KehraFear froze me.At the threshold of the door-sized gateway stood a man, a gorgeous elf with shoulder length midnight colored hair and hunter green eyes. He looked about twenty-five, but it was impossible to tell how old a Sídhí was by their looks, appearances could be very deceptive. Once we reached our mid-twenties, all Sídhí stopped aging. For all I knew, he might be thousands of years old.It was brutally apparent he was an elf; his eyes and ears were different from a vampire. His pointed ears were about an inch taller than a non-elf's ears. And the black center of his eyes were larger, as well as the colored area. Actually, I could barely see the white around the dark green of his eyes.His eyes held my attention; they indicated he was older than me, much older.I wished I knew how much older. I got a small hint when his normally large pupils didn't expand upon seeing me. A younger elf couldn't suppress the expanding reaction when surprised or when their emotions changed.I groaned. Elves were wickedly fast. I might have had a chance against a younger elf, but not an older one. I was so screwed.I swallowed several times, trying to rid myself of the lump lodged in my throat. Screaming jitters raced up my spine, warning me to run, but I'd waited too long, running for my life wasn't an option. I started praying for a miracle.Except in really rare instances, elves hated vampires, always had and always would. The attitude was a fact of life. A reality of racial hatred that I was normally unconcerned about, but the man, glaring at me from the gateway, shoved the problem smack in my face.A look of haughty distaste flickered across his immobile face. It was just my bad luck the slight breeze sent my scent straight to him. I was a halfling. Well, more like a thirdling, but there was no such term for someone like me who was two-thirds vampire and a third elf.If there was anything an elf hated more than a vampire, it was a halfling. Well, that was too bad. I couldn't exactly change what race I was, even if I wanted to.On the other hand, I wasn't prejudiced toward elves or vampires. I could care less if a person was full-blood or half. And truth be told, I thought the tall, muscle-wrapped elf was a true piece of eye candy. He was gorgeous, not that I was into older men or anything, but his sculptured features, slender body, and muscled shoulders screamed high-dollar movie star.Other than the opportunity to ogle his hunky body, today was not turning out to be the fun birthday I had planned on, so much for getting home and being shocked over my 'surprise' birthday party.Yeah, at this point, I worried I might not make it home in one piece.I tried building up my courage. I told myself he didn’t have any reason to kill me. When that didn’t work, I figured I might as well make the best of a bad situation.I smiled at him, carefully keeping my fangs from flashing. There was no point in starting a fight with a rude flash of fang, especially a fight I couldn't win.“Hi,” I said, wishing my voice didn't tremble.“You're a halfling,” he said, his deep voice sounded nearly musical as he spoke in the old tongue. His firm lips curled-up and his nose crinkled, increasing the disgusted look on his face.So sorry! Said once, said twice: Hello! I couldn't help being born a halfling, I wanted to shout. Of course, I didn't say anything. Even though my mom didn't think so, I did have a few grains of common sense in my head; I tried – very hard – not to act sarcastic with people who wanted me dead.It might irritate them.I sighed with regret, wishing I had tried running for it, but elves were the fastest of all Sídhí races. Running was out of the question.I tried hiding my fear behind a larger smile, but it probably wasn't working. Knowing my lifelong run of luck, he would think I had gas or something.I didn't know what else to do or say. Of all times, my mind decided to go totally blank. What could I say? Other than: Please don't kill me, Mr. Elf.If he had been a vampire, I might have thought of something, but not an elf, especially an elegantly dressed elf that looked like he stepped out of a medieval castle. He had on tight fitting calf skin pants, knee-high lace-up boots (that looked hand crafted,) and a hand-embroidered silk shirt.How often did someone like him appear out of thin air? It simply wasn't possible.Suddenly, the answer hit me smack between the eyes. Oh, crap! I thought, realizing how eyeball-deep I'd plummeted into trouble, I felt the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach increase into sweat-popping fear; it smacked me upside the head, really hard.That gateway wasn't a connection between Earth and a valley. It was a gateway to the old world, to Sídhí! As the truth dawned on me, my panic shot through the top of my head and terror strangled me.Oh, hell's bells!Continued next Friday :)
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
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YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
Chapter 2: Chi’KehraFear froze me.At the threshold of the door-sized gateway stood a man, a gorgeous elf with shoulder length midnight colored hair and hunter green eyes. He looked about twenty-five, but it was impossible to tell how old a Sídhí was by their looks, appearances could be very deceptive. Once we reached our mid-twenties, all Sídhí stopped aging. For all I knew, he might be thousands of years old.It was brutally apparent he was an elf; his eyes and ears were different from a vampire. His pointed ears were about an inch taller than a non-elf's ears. And the black center of his eyes were larger, as well as the colored area. Actually, I could barely see the white around the dark green of his eyes.His eyes held my attention; they indicated he was older than me, much older.I wished I knew how much older. I got a small hint when his normally large pupils didn't expand upon seeing me. A younger elf couldn't suppress the expanding reaction when surprised or when their emotions changed.I groaned. Elves were wickedly fast. I might have had a chance against a younger elf, but not an older one. I was so screwed.I swallowed several times, trying to rid myself of the lump lodged in my throat. Screaming jitters raced up my spine, warning me to run, but I'd waited too long, running for my life wasn't an option. I started praying for a miracle.Except in really rare instances, elves hated vampires, always had and always would. The attitude was a fact of life. A reality of racial hatred that I was normally unconcerned about, but the man, glaring at me from the gateway, shoved the problem smack in my face.A look of haughty distaste flickered across his immobile face. It was just my bad luck the slight breeze sent my scent straight to him. I was a halfling. Well, more like a thirdling, but there was no such term for someone like me who was two-thirds vampire and a third elf.If there was anything an elf hated more than a vampire, it was a halfling. Well, that was too bad. I couldn't exactly change what race I was, even if I wanted to.On the other hand, I wasn't prejudiced toward elves or vampires. I could care less if a person was full-blood or half. And truth be told, I thought the tall, muscle-wrapped elf was a true piece of eye candy. He was gorgeous, not that I was into older men or anything, but his sculptured features, slender body, and muscled shoulders screamed high-dollar movie star.Other than the opportunity to ogle his hunky body, today was not turning out to be the fun birthday I had planned on, so much for getting home and being shocked over my 'surprise' birthday party.Yeah, at this point, I worried I might not make it home in one piece.I tried building up my courage. I told myself he didn’t have any reason to kill me. When that didn’t work, I figured I might as well make the best of a bad situation.I smiled at him, carefully keeping my fangs from flashing. There was no point in starting a fight with a rude flash of fang, especially a fight I couldn't win.“Hi,” I said, wishing my voice didn't tremble.“You're a halfling,” he said, his deep voice sounded nearly musical as he spoke in the old tongue. His firm lips curled-up and his nose crinkled, increasing the disgusted look on his face.So sorry! Said once, said twice: Hello! I couldn't help being born a halfling, I wanted to shout. Of course, I didn't say anything. Even though my mom didn't think so, I did have a few grains of common sense in my head; I tried – very hard – not to act sarcastic with people who wanted me dead.It might irritate them.I sighed with regret, wishing I had tried running for it, but elves were the fastest of all Sídhí races. Running was out of the question.I tried hiding my fear behind a larger smile, but it probably wasn't working. Knowing my lifelong run of luck, he would think I had gas or something.I didn't know what else to do or say. Of all times, my mind decided to go totally blank. What could I say? Other than: Please don't kill me, Mr. Elf.If he had been a vampire, I might have thought of something, but not an elf, especially an elegantly dressed elf that looked like he stepped out of a medieval castle. He had on tight fitting calf skin pants, knee-high lace-up boots (that looked hand crafted,) and a hand-embroidered silk shirt.How often did someone like him appear out of thin air? It simply wasn't possible.Suddenly, the answer hit me smack between the eyes. Oh, crap! I thought, realizing how eyeball-deep I'd plummeted into trouble, I felt the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach increase into sweat-popping fear; it smacked me upside the head, really hard.That gateway wasn't a connection between Earth and a valley. It was a gateway to the old world, to Sídhí! As the truth dawned on me, my panic shot through the top of my head and terror strangled me.Oh, hell's bells!Continued next Friday :)
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December 27, 2012
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 3 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
“Yes, Sire,” Mirk said formally.He grunted. The only time Mirk became formal was after he did something questionable. “What did Captain Gabriel bribe you with this time?”Mirk was tight-lipped and utterly loyal when it came to serving him, so it had to be something of extreme value.“I would never disclose your appointments to anyone, except the captain,” he said primly, ruining the effect with another gap-mouthed grin. “He offered me an entire bushel of fiskberries if I warned him the next time you planned on opening a gateway to Earth. You know how nervous he gets when you refuse to let him send guards with you.”Chi’Kehra tried suppressing a chuckle. Gabe must have been desperate. “Fiskberries are out of season.”Mirk grinned bigger. Sharp teeth gleaming, his head quickly bobbed up and down. “I told him I'd only accept the freshest and plumpest of berries.”He glanced toward the row of windows. The snow covered mountain loomed high above; frozen in place like a sentinel. Its massive presence guarded the castle, which was carved in the side of the lower mountain that sprawled outward down the valley.He walked toward the window’s archway – not that it mattered where he opened a gateway – and raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Mirk race from the room, no doubt fetching the captain of his guard. He wasn't worried. Even if he was attacked, not many people could injure him, much less actually kill him. As Chi’Kehra, he was nearly indestructible with synth laced bones and instant healing.With a mere thought, he gathered energy from the synth crystal, feeling the raw power hum through his veins. It sizzled and burned through him like a wild animal released for the first time. He focused, tightening his grip on the volatile power, and mentally imaged a tunnel, a gateway leading from Sídhí to Earth.He funneled a tiny part of his vast power into his desire. The air shimmered and a gateway opened, connecting Sídhí to Earth. It opened in a grove of trees. The small strip of trees was part of a public park that lay on the edge of a river, which flowed through a large town.The gateway opened. As planned, it was the middle of the night on Earth. A casual observer was not likely.He stepped into the glowing archway and froze. The park was not as deserted as he thought it would be.Near the tree-line was a young woman, frozen in mid-stride. Her long white-blonde hair swung around her hips, rippling down her back in layered waves. Her scent drifted toward him on the gentle breeze and he inhaled the purest aroma he had ever smelled. Like a mixture of midnight roses and a hot summer breeze, her scent woke a part of him that had long been dormant.After such a long life, females all looked alike to him; he'd grown bored with their song and dance a thousand years earlier. Their constant attempt to manipulate him rubbed him raw and he refused to put up with it.This willowy female – he inhaled her mouth-watering scent again – might change his view toward women.She turned toward him, slowly, as if fearing what she might discover. Her intense blue eyes, the color of a shallow sea cove, widened in fear and her heart raced. He watched as she argued with herself, trying to decide if she had any hope of out-running him.His pure-blood elvish core trembled in shock; he was attracted - and completely smitten - with a halfling. The scent of her vampire/elf nature should have warned him, not tempted him beyond rational thought. Her beautiful blue eyes, not elvish in shape, and tiny pointed ears peeking through her thick hair shouted her impure bloodline.He didn't care, briefly wondering if he could convince her to return to Sídhí with him. She would make a magnificent concubine. He would keep her until he found his destined lifeMate, perhaps even longer.He ground his teeth together, realizing he didn't have the luxury of offering her a choice. No one but him – the dreaded Chi’Kehra – had the power to open a gateway. If he didn't remove her from Earth, she'd scream her newfound knowledge to anyone who'd listen.Continued next Friday :)
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
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YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
“Yes, Sire,” Mirk said formally.He grunted. The only time Mirk became formal was after he did something questionable. “What did Captain Gabriel bribe you with this time?”Mirk was tight-lipped and utterly loyal when it came to serving him, so it had to be something of extreme value.“I would never disclose your appointments to anyone, except the captain,” he said primly, ruining the effect with another gap-mouthed grin. “He offered me an entire bushel of fiskberries if I warned him the next time you planned on opening a gateway to Earth. You know how nervous he gets when you refuse to let him send guards with you.”Chi’Kehra tried suppressing a chuckle. Gabe must have been desperate. “Fiskberries are out of season.”Mirk grinned bigger. Sharp teeth gleaming, his head quickly bobbed up and down. “I told him I'd only accept the freshest and plumpest of berries.”He glanced toward the row of windows. The snow covered mountain loomed high above; frozen in place like a sentinel. Its massive presence guarded the castle, which was carved in the side of the lower mountain that sprawled outward down the valley.He walked toward the window’s archway – not that it mattered where he opened a gateway – and raised his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Mirk race from the room, no doubt fetching the captain of his guard. He wasn't worried. Even if he was attacked, not many people could injure him, much less actually kill him. As Chi’Kehra, he was nearly indestructible with synth laced bones and instant healing.With a mere thought, he gathered energy from the synth crystal, feeling the raw power hum through his veins. It sizzled and burned through him like a wild animal released for the first time. He focused, tightening his grip on the volatile power, and mentally imaged a tunnel, a gateway leading from Sídhí to Earth.He funneled a tiny part of his vast power into his desire. The air shimmered and a gateway opened, connecting Sídhí to Earth. It opened in a grove of trees. The small strip of trees was part of a public park that lay on the edge of a river, which flowed through a large town.The gateway opened. As planned, it was the middle of the night on Earth. A casual observer was not likely.He stepped into the glowing archway and froze. The park was not as deserted as he thought it would be.Near the tree-line was a young woman, frozen in mid-stride. Her long white-blonde hair swung around her hips, rippling down her back in layered waves. Her scent drifted toward him on the gentle breeze and he inhaled the purest aroma he had ever smelled. Like a mixture of midnight roses and a hot summer breeze, her scent woke a part of him that had long been dormant.After such a long life, females all looked alike to him; he'd grown bored with their song and dance a thousand years earlier. Their constant attempt to manipulate him rubbed him raw and he refused to put up with it.This willowy female – he inhaled her mouth-watering scent again – might change his view toward women.She turned toward him, slowly, as if fearing what she might discover. Her intense blue eyes, the color of a shallow sea cove, widened in fear and her heart raced. He watched as she argued with herself, trying to decide if she had any hope of out-running him.His pure-blood elvish core trembled in shock; he was attracted - and completely smitten - with a halfling. The scent of her vampire/elf nature should have warned him, not tempted him beyond rational thought. Her beautiful blue eyes, not elvish in shape, and tiny pointed ears peeking through her thick hair shouted her impure bloodline.He didn't care, briefly wondering if he could convince her to return to Sídhí with him. She would make a magnificent concubine. He would keep her until he found his destined lifeMate, perhaps even longer.He ground his teeth together, realizing he didn't have the luxury of offering her a choice. No one but him – the dreaded Chi’Kehra – had the power to open a gateway. If he didn't remove her from Earth, she'd scream her newfound knowledge to anyone who'd listen.Continued next Friday :)
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December 20, 2012
Friday Free Read! Beloved LifeMate 2 of 18
Beloved LifeMate is the first book in the Song of the Sídhí series.Each book in the series is a stand alone novella.
YA paranormal romance
Story contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
“Chi’Kehra!” Duke Kin'Tick called from the end of the long hallway. His short, plump legs pumped as he rushed toward the elvish monarch. His blond hair streaked with darts of contrasting black, flopped around his shoulders. His brown elvish eyes sparked with eagerness; he looked like a squealing pig waiting for dinner.Chi’Kehra stifled a groan, ignoring the urgency in the man's voice. With a swift move, Chi’Kehra entered his private suite of rooms, letting his guards deal with the pest who had shadowed his every step the entire morning.He was sick of the constant court intrigue; the never-ending plays for more power. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him; even the royal advisors had one or two or a dozen ulterior motives. The few people he completely trusted rarely visited the capital.He detested his trips to Elfheim, the capital city, which lay sprawled across the entire width and length of the Valley of Elfheim. The city was filled with spiraling towers, vast gardens, beautiful art, and – constant – political games. If it hadn't been for the nasty games and the political backbiting the elvish nobles played, he might have enjoyed the occasional trip.Unfortunately, Duke Kin'Tick was only one of many courtiers who fought for more power, loving the intrigue of court life. Every noble, within the elvish royal houses, hoped to gather power by currying favor with the ruling monarch.The fake flattery was sickening, especially when he was the recipient of so much of it.He shoved the tedious thoughts away and walked through his sprawling suite of rooms, passing silent guards and a half dozen extravagantly decorated rooms, before sighing in relief.
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooperwww.jodiebcooper.com
YA paranormal romanceStory contains sexual content/innuendo and mild language.Recommended reading age is seventeen and up.
“Chi’Kehra!” Duke Kin'Tick called from the end of the long hallway. His short, plump legs pumped as he rushed toward the elvish monarch. His blond hair streaked with darts of contrasting black, flopped around his shoulders. His brown elvish eyes sparked with eagerness; he looked like a squealing pig waiting for dinner.Chi’Kehra stifled a groan, ignoring the urgency in the man's voice. With a swift move, Chi’Kehra entered his private suite of rooms, letting his guards deal with the pest who had shadowed his every step the entire morning.He was sick of the constant court intrigue; the never-ending plays for more power. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him; even the royal advisors had one or two or a dozen ulterior motives. The few people he completely trusted rarely visited the capital.He detested his trips to Elfheim, the capital city, which lay sprawled across the entire width and length of the Valley of Elfheim. The city was filled with spiraling towers, vast gardens, beautiful art, and – constant – political games. If it hadn't been for the nasty games and the political backbiting the elvish nobles played, he might have enjoyed the occasional trip.Unfortunately, Duke Kin'Tick was only one of many courtiers who fought for more power, loving the intrigue of court life. Every noble, within the elvish royal houses, hoped to gather power by currying favor with the ruling monarch.The fake flattery was sickening, especially when he was the recipient of so much of it.He shoved the tedious thoughts away and walked through his sprawling suite of rooms, passing silent guards and a half dozen extravagantly decorated rooms, before sighing in relief.
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