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February’s Spotlight Series

This month is going to be the month of DRAGONS. That right I will be sharing excerpts from my Dragons of Ares series.

You can find all three books at Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited. If you haven’t read this series yet, it is a great time….I’m giving away book 1 free. Just click here

And stay tuned because I will be sharing excerpts from all three books as the month goes along.

February updates and events

Hello all! Happy Friday.

Just popping in for a few quick updates that didn’t make it in my newsletter that went out yesterday. (If your not subscribed, you can do so via the form on the side panel of this blog).

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#SixSentenceSunday from War’s Passion

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This week’s tantalizing six is from War’s Passion (Book 1 from the Dragons of Ares series) Enjoy!

A burst of laughter almost made Ty fall off his barstool. Markus ignored him and fixed a hard stare on Seth, not missing the fact that Seth said Markus could explain to the female. Why in Hades did everyone think he’d be better suited to handle the woman? “What makes you think she’ll listen to me?

“Because you’re the leader. Everyone listens to the one in charge.” Seth shrugged.

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Divine Awakening Excerpt

“They’re here,” Lex said
with a growl as he, Desiree, Zach, and Lydia crept along the dark corridors of
Khan’s castle. The smell of sulfur and dirt tingled his nose. Even though Lex
had a home in the Underworld, he didn’t spend much time there. Not since Khan
had taken over, anyway. “The hounds are separated and masked with a spell.”

His keen sense of dark
magic came from his Death Demon half and his connection to Hecate—Goddess of
Witchcraft. Khan may believe he’d hidden Teddy-Bear, but not from everyone. The fool bastard.

Lex fisted his hands. It
took every fiber of his being to hold onto his control. The hounds couldn’t
survive spit apart for much longer. As Siamese twins, their magic and souls
were linked. They were growing weaker by the moment.

Reaching out to mind link
with the hounds, he found Teddy first in a room a few feet away. Then he heard
the faint thump, thump of the hellhound’s heartbeat.

“He’s alive. Thank the
goddess.” We’re coming, buddy.

A low growl from Lydia at
his back told him she wasn’t pleased with the hounds being apart. “Do you know
where they are?”

With a short nod, he
advanced down a hallway in quick strides. He uncurled his magic, letting it
flow wildly within and waited for an attack. Lydia, Zach, and Desiree followed,
having to fall into a light jog to keep up with him.

“Things are too quiet.”
Zach spoke in a hushed tone; concern and fear of what was ahead of them drifted
from him. Dark, elfin magic rose within the male and reached out to Lex’s
senses.

Yeah, things were too
quiet.

Stopping a few feet down
the hall, Lex stopped and faced them. He flicked a hard stare to the door they
had stopped a few feet from. Cold, lethal power rose in his veins. The hounds
were his family—what little he had left—and he’d be damned if Khan got away
with harming them. “Teddy is in there. Zach and Lydia, you get him. Desiree and
I will get Bear. We’ll meet at the Divinity House.”

The reason for not busting
down the door and freeing Teddy was that Bear’s heartbeat sounded stronger.
Teddy would need Lydia’s healing touch. Lex figured it’d be quicker to rush
down the hall and collect Bear while Lydia healed Teddy.

When they reached the
door, Lex didn’t bother to check the lock. He just plowed through the thick
wood, tearing the thing off its hinges. The room was empty except for a large
cage in the center with Bear standing in it, teeth bared.

The hound met
Lex’s gaze and snarled, “The place is going to blow.”

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Dark Divine Tease

She
sank farther back into the shadows so that any human walking by wouldn’t see
her dematerialize, and then focused on home.

A
moment later, she stood outside the large barn in the backyard of her new home.
Once the household of Kalissa and Khloe Bradenton, the large, three-story home
was now the central base for the Divinities. They called it the Divinity House.

Up
until earlier that year, they hadn’t known there were other Divinities out
there. Once Zach—the grandson of the priest and priestess of the Maxville
Coven—set up an online community, they’d learned that there were others like
Lydia, her mother, Ayden, and the Bradenton twins.

The
other Divinities were well hidden in their covens and were happy to stay there.
Too many of them were afraid of what this new uprising of demons would do to
their safe havens.

Lydia
didn’t blame them. Especially after what had happened to the Oceanway Coven a
few months ago. Demons had broken through the coven’s wards, destroyed homes,
and kidnapped two Dark Divine—the darker counterparts of the
Divinities—children.

She
shuddered at the memory. A moment later, Teddy-Bear, the Siamese twin
hellhounds Hecate had appointed as the guardians of the Sinew—a marble-sized
crystal sphere that held the world’s magic—stuck their large heads out of the
barn.

She
ignored them at first, not wanting to hear a lecture at the moment. But it
would come.

In
true form, they stood about ten feet tall from paws to ears. They shared one
body, but two independent heads with very different personalities. They were
both frightening and adorable in an oversized dog kind of way.

Teddy
shook his head as Bear said, “Dia, what have you been up to?”

She
rolled her eyes. They knew what she’d been doing for months, but still
pretended they didn’t know. “Someone has to hunt the vile creatures down.”

Teddy
extended his head and sniffed. Lydia almost laughed. They’d smelled her from
inside the barn with their supernatural senses. Teddy was trying to annoy her.
“That is for the Divinities to do together, not for one of them to do alone.”

“You’re
a mother, Dia,” Bear said.

“Your
son needs his mother alive,” Teddy added.

Lydia
fisted her hands and counted to ten. This argument was getting old. “My son is
in danger as long as the demons walk the human realm.”

Logan
had been born with the dark rose, the symbol marking him as a Dark Divine. That
meant her late husband, the man she’d trusted with her heart and soul had lied
to her. He’d withheld his demonic nature from her.

Yes,
she’d known he was a warlock—a dark witch who had been cast out by his or her
coven. Many warlock children weren’t given the choice to redeem themselves.
Therefore, they carried the dark label simply because their parents were
warlocks.

In
Mikal’s case, he wasn’t only half demon, he was also the son of Khan, the ruler
of the Underworld and the one responsible for the many coven attacks over the
last few centuries.

She’d
discovered that latter bit of information while going through Mikal’s personal
data files right after Logan was born.

“Logan
is why I must do this. Khan will never take my son.” The dark lord must never
know Logan is his grandson.

She
turned to the house, ending the conversation while noticing Ryn—a Lackey demon who’d helped her mom escape
Demetrius’s dungeon—lurking just inside the barn. Something bothered Lydia
about the demon, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.

Whatever. She
quietly eased into the back door and crept up the stairs to her son’s nursery.
Peeking inside the room, she smiled at her baby boy peacefully sleeping in his
crib.

Lydia
walked over and bent to place a kiss on his head. “Mommy loves you, handsome.”

Her
chest filled with pride and overflowed with love for him. She’d fight a
thousand demons and die a hundred deaths to ensure that her son was safe.

And
she’d do it with or without the other Divinities’ help.

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Stepping off the curb to
head to the car, Khloe stilled and let the warm air caress her skin. An
electrical charge that only the select few magickin—like
her and the other Divinities—could detect was palpable in the humid summer air.

Her spine tingled as the
supernatural energy drifted on the wind, putting her on full alert. Reaching
out with her senses, she relaxed. A little. The energy was familiar in an odd
kind of way. Her admirer was nearby.

More like a stalker,
really, without the creepy love letters and phone calls.

For the last month,
someone had watched her and followed her every move. When the entity was near,
a warm shiver rolled over her skin like a caress. The energy didn’t come from a
human. Demon? Maybe. But, the power was too intense to be any demonic creature
she’d come in contact with. She considered one of the gods, but that didn’t
make sense either. The gods wouldn’t stalk her. They would send a messenger or
deliver their message in person. She and the others had also thought it could
be a guardian.

Whatever the entity was,
it annoyed the hell out of her to be followed around and spied upon.

She scanned to mall
parking lot and the sidewalk that lead to the various shops. Nothing remotely
threatening came into view or reached out to her supernatural senses. Then
again, she never saw anything when she sensed the presence. It had shown up
last month, right after she and Kalissa had been thrust into an ancient war
between witches and demons.

That was when she and
Kalissa found a note from their mother telling them about the Sinew—a crystal
sphere that held the magic of the worlds—and sent Kalissa on a mission to
retrieve it. As Divinities, it was their duty to protect magickin from Khan, the new Bastard Lord of the Underworld.

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January…The Divinities Month

Each month this year, I am going to try and show case one of my older series. For those of you that have been reading me for a while, you have probably read these series. But then again…..hidden gems are all over. Just have to look.

This month I am showcasing The Divinities series. And today I’m sharing an excerpt from Book 1: Forgotten Visions. I hope you enjoy.

She rushed to her dresser, picked up her phone with shaky
hands, and dialed her mother’s cell. No answer. With blurred sight, she tried
her father’s … it went straight to voice mail. Kalissa’s dread cut through
her soul and the bile taste of fear rose in her throat, as hot tears slid down
her cheek.

Gods No! She dialed again, and again. Still nothing. It
wasn’t like them to ignore an incoming call.

Her parents had driven into Jacksonville for a quiet dinner
to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary before sharing their milestone
with the coven in the upcoming days. They should have been on their way home.

She staggered back a few steps as images flashed in her
mind’s eye, sucking her into the vision. One minute she was in her bedroom, in
the next, she stood on the side of a highway. A royal-blue Mercedes barreled
past her and flipped repeatedly across the median into oncoming traffic on Interstate
10. Crunching metal cut through the stillness of the night and the broken
glass, littering the ground, left a trail to where the car slammed into a large
oak tree, and stopped.

A cool sensation passed over Kalissa Bradenton’s
subconscious as she entered her bedroom. She shivered, suddenly finding it hard
to breathe. Abandonment rose from deep inside to coil around her like a cold
watery current. Panic and fear raced in her veins as her heart rate increased
alarmingly. Her intuition screamed something was wrong.

When the vision cut off, tightness gripped her chest
painfully and a lump stuck in her throat.

Pocketing her cell, Kalissa ran from her bedroom to her twin
sister’s room on the other side of the second floor of their family home. She
charged into Khloe’s room without knocking. “We have to go. Grab a jacket.”

Kalissa ran down the stairs and grabbed her car keys off the
small table next to the door. She turned and met Khloe’s watery teal-colored
eyes. They didn’t need to speak out loud. Being magical twins, they shared a
psychic bond. The words the other thought lingered between them. Mom and Dad
had an accident. The tears threatening to spill over Khloe’s eyelids said
she already knew. Instant loss and painful sorrow passed between them. Their
Divinity link with their parents cut off, like someone flipped a switch,
leaving behind a cold and empty space in their hearts.

A blast of frigid air slapped at Kalissa’s face as she
stepped into the frozen January night. Ignoring the icy bite of wind against
her skin, she rushed to her car parked a few feet from the front door.

They climbed into the Audi, pulled out of their driveway,
and hurried down their street toward the highway as fast as she could safely. A
mile down the Interstate, her heart sank at the scene in front of her. Their
parents’ car sat half-wrapped around a tree on the side of the road. It was two
in the morning and a few cars had stopped along the shoulder. Beams of
headlights cut through the darkness. Concerned citizens stood observing the
scene in amazement and horror.

Kalissa parked her car on the shoulder, laid her forehead on
top of the steering wheel, and closed her eyes. With deep ragged breaths, she
called to her Divinity gift of visions. Images of the accident replayed in her
mind, this time with more detail.

A man stepped onto the dark highway, illuminated by the
headlights of her parents’ Mercedes. The wind blew his long black hair behind
him and wrapped the hem of his trench coat around his legs. Startled, her
father hit the brakes hard, but they refused to work. He jerked the wheel to
the left, hit an icy patch at the edge of the grassy median, and sent the car
into a spin. Panic assailed him and he overcorrected. The car slid through the
median, hit a dip, and then flipped repeatedly into the oncoming lanes until it
hit the large oak. Her parents died on impact.

A cool sensation passed over Kalissa Bradenton’s
subconscious as she entered her bedroom. She shivered, suddenly finding it hard
to breathe. Abandonment rose from deep inside to coil around her like a cold
watery current. Panic and fear raced in her veins as her heart rate increased
alarmingly. Her intuition screamed something was wrong.

She rushed to her dresser, picked up her phone with shaky
hands, and dialed her mother’s cell. No answer. With blurred sight, she tried
her father’s … it went straight to voice mail. Kalissa’s dread cut through
her soul and the bile taste of fear rose in her throat, as hot tears slid down
her cheek.

Gods No! She dialed again, and again. Still nothing. It
wasn’t like them to ignore an incoming call.

Her parents had driven into Jacksonville for a quiet dinner
to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary before sharing their milestone
with the coven in the upcoming days. They should have been on their way home.

She staggered back a few steps as images flashed in her
mind’s eye, sucking her into the vision. One minute she was in her bedroom, in
the next, she stood on the side of a highway. A royal-blue Mercedes barreled
past her and flipped repeatedly across the median into oncoming traffic on Interstate
10. Crunching metal cut through the stillness of the night and the broken
glass, littering the ground, left a trail to where the car slammed into a large
oak tree, and stopped.

When the vision cut off, tightness gripped her chest
painfully and a lump stuck in her throat.

Pocketing her cell, Kalissa ran from her bedroom to her twin
sister’s room on the other side of the second floor of their family home. She
charged into Khloe’s room without knocking. “We have to go. Grab a jacket.”

Kalissa ran down the stairs and grabbed her car keys off the
small table next to the door. She turned and met Khloe’s watery teal-colored
eyes. They didn’t need to speak out loud. Being magical twins, they shared a
psychic bond. The words the other thought lingered between them. Mom and Dad
had an accident. The tears threatening to spill over Khloe’s eyelids said
she already knew. Instant loss and painful sorrow passed between them. Their
Divinity link with their parents cut off, like someone flipped a switch,
leaving behind a cold and empty space in their hearts.

A blast of frigid air slapped at Kalissa’s face as she
stepped into the frozen January night. Ignoring the icy bite of wind against
her skin, she rushed to her car parked a few feet from the front door.

They climbed into the Audi, pulled out of their driveway,
and hurried down their street toward the highway as fast as she could safely. A
mile down the Interstate, her heart sank at the scene in front of her. Their
parents’ car sat half-wrapped around a tree on the side of the road. It was two
in the morning and a few cars had stopped along the shoulder. Beams of
headlights cut through the darkness. Concerned citizens stood observing the
scene in amazement and horror.

Kalissa parked her car on the shoulder, laid her forehead on
top of the steering wheel, and closed her eyes. With deep ragged breaths, she
called to her Divinity gift of visions. Images of the accident replayed in her
mind, this time with more detail.

A man stepped onto the dark highway, illuminated by the
headlights of her parents’ Mercedes. The wind blew his long black hair behind
him and wrapped the hem of his trench coat around his legs. Startled, her
father hit the brakes hard, but they refused to work. He jerked the wheel to
the left, hit an icy patch at the edge of the grassy median, and sent the car
into a spin. Panic assailed him and he overcorrected. The car slid through the
median, hit a dip, and then flipped repeatedly into the oncoming lanes until it
hit the large oak. Her parents died on impact.

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Out with the old, in with new beginnings #NewYearGoals

2018 was one of those years I’d rather forget ever happened. There were too many set backs, too many days my depression pulled me down into the black hole of doubt, and too many failures and disappointments. I’ve fell apart way too much. But one thing I didn’t do was give up. I refused to lay in the dark hole more than was necessary.

I sat down this morning and asked myself, “What did you accomplish in 2018?” Out of all the dark days and challenges, there were positive moments and I realized I didn’t completely fail in 2018.

I published 14 books in 2018, 9 of those were new releases. AND I wrote 223,404 words!

It’s good to see those stats because I didn’t think I wrote that much. It also tells me that 2019 will be amazing. The new year will be about organizing, focusing, and building. It will be filled with more books from the Ashwood Falls worlds, Dark Scales Division, Coven’s End, Witches of Rose Lake and few other surprises.

Have a safe New Years Eve, and lots of happiest and love in 2019!

Alpha Challange #SixSentenceSunday teaser. #AshwoodFalls

HappySunday! Welcome back to another Six Sentence Sunday. For those who are new to SSS, it’s like a blog hop where a group of authors shares teasers (usually 6 sentences) from their current releases or works in progress. It’s super fun to follow.

Her heart pounded painfully as she crossed the room to the where the kids gathered. Shay, Sable, and Ana stood in the center of them, trying to calm them. Many of the younger ones were crying. It broke Rhea’s heart and pissed her off.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she willed her anger to subside for the time being. No need to scare the kids more than they were. Damn, fucking mutants. She held up her hands and snapped her fingers. The kids all glanced up at her. “I need a head count and see who is missing.”

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