When Editors and Authors Work Together

The following is a book excerpt from my upcoming release Drago's Revenge. This will be book two of The Blood Chronicles trilogy. I must give a great deal of thanks and appreciation to my editors Ellee and Penny. They both did a wonderful job. Drago's Revenge shines even brighter because of their talents. Enjoy the continuation of this Dark Fantasy saga.



Sam’s eyes absorbed the tiny features of the child. After a short visit, the nurse took the baby, placed him on a table, cleaned him, and checked his vitals. Sam watched briefly before turning back to Reba.

“He is a good-looking kid. You did good, babe.”

Reba’s smile beamed as it spread across her face. Tears spilled over her eyelashes and cascaded down her cheeks.

“Thank you, Sammy.”

“We are sticking with the name we picked, right?”

“Yes, that tiny fellow is our little Christian Dean.”

Sam looked out the window as tears gathered at the edge of his eyelids. He cleared his throat. I can’t believe I’m a dad. I wish Charles was here.

“Charles would be proud, too. I’m sorry he’s not here for you, Reba.”

“Sam, yes, he would be proud, but he is also proud of you. As for me, he knows I can’t stay in the past. I love you, and now, we have a beautiful son.”

Sam looked over his shoulder and smiled. They both fell silent as the nurse rolled Christian out of the room. They gazed at the void left by their child’s departure. Sam walked to the doorway and looked back at Reba. She shook her head.

“Go ahead, I’ll be fine.” I already miss both of my boys.



Sam rushed out the door and followed the baby. He stood at the window to the nursery and stared at the babe. Christian’s little body was wrapped in a warm blanket. His little lips pursed as he slept. Sam’s eyes refused to blink while he followed each of his boy’s slightest movements. A body brushed against his shoulder.

“That’s a good looking kid you got there, friend.”

Sam jerked back and turned. A hospital janitor leaned against his broom handle next to him. Sam smiled. “Thanks, he’s really something special.”

The janitor nodded his head and chuckled.

“I know full well how special that one is. Yep, he’s special, all right.”

Sam squared his shoulders in front of the janitor; his eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Come on, Sam, did you honestly think certain people wouldn’t know about this day? You know that kid belongs to us—to him, that is.”

The janitor grinned. Sam stumbled backward at the sight of the elongated canines protruding from his top lip. Oh shit, not here, not now. A chill ran up his spine. Panic wrapped around his body in a paralyzing grip. “This can’t be. Not again. All of that is over now.”

The janitor shook his head.

“No, Sammy boy. It’s just beginning. There are more of us than you know, and that child is going back where he belongs. Now, be a good boy and stay out of the way. You can’t stop this.”

Sam looked over his shoulder at the sleeping baby and then at the janitor and his sinister sneer.

“Over my dead body.”

The janitor shrugged his shoulders.

“If that’s what it takes.”



The janitor swung his fist at Sam’s head. Sam dodged the punch; his foot flew out and connected with the side of the janitor’s knee. The janitor lost his balance. Sam snatched the broom out of his hands as he fell to the floor. He twirled the broom stick in his hands and crashed the end of it against the janitor’s face. Sam knelt down beside the janitor and grabbed him by the shirt.

“I don’t care who you are, or who you think you are, or even who you work for. No one is going to touch my child as long as I’m breathing. Now, you run off and tell your friends to forget about my family. If you don’t, I’ll kill each and every one of you.”

The janitor laughed.

“Your son is not yours, and you have no idea what I am. We will get him. You can count on that.”

Sam stood.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea… But have it your way.”

He drove the blunt end of the broomstick against the janitor’s mouth. The janitor coughed and gagged as he spit blood and teeth on the floor.

“You prick, you broke my teeth.”

A door slammed; Sam turned.

The janitor pushed off the floor and stumbled down the hall. Sam started after him, but looked at a small white object in the pool of blood at his feet. He bent down and picked up an elongated canine. This is a fake tooth. He looked up in time to see the janitor duck into the stairwell. Who gets vampire teeth implants? What a freak. A tiny cry tugged at his ears, he turned, and his eyes drifted back to Christian. This could all end with you. Tears stung his eyes, and he banged his head against the Plexiglas. That was so wrong of me. No, he is my son, and I will find a way. He pushed off the window and sprinted back toward Reba’s room.



Get ready! Drago's Revenge will be released in October.