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
www.jodiebcooper.com
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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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!
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Beloved LifeMate Copyright 2011 by Jodie B. Cooper
www.jodiebcooper.com
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