Excerpt from Destined for Dreams

I know you all have been waiting patiently for the next installment in the Dark Destiny Series. In a few days, I’ll be doing the official cover reveal and announcing the release date (which is very soon, I promise!).  For now, I thought I’d go ahead and share the first two chapters of the novel.  Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

 Bartol

When a man has too much time on his hands, and he’s trying his best not to think of a certain troublesome woman in his life, he must find some sort of distraction.  Over the last few weeks, while avoiding the aforementioned woman, Bartol had turned to an old hobby—one that came from a time before electricity and modern machinery—back in the days when a man used his bare hands and simple tools for crafting his work.  And if he did a reasonably good job, he might even make a little money for his efforts.  Carpentry had been his trade off and on for many centuries whenever he had the spare time or needed a little extra cash.

When Bartol had gotten the brilliant idea to start up his old hobby again, it had seemed simple enough.  Build a table, some chairs, perhaps a desk—easy.  Of course, he’d had to construct a workshop first since there was hardly enough space in his cabin, but that hadn’t been too difficult despite the cold Alaskan weather.  And as a nephilim—half angel and half human—who’d lived more than eighteen-hundred years, Bartol had the strength of dozens of humans to speed up the process.  It had kept him busy and helped keep Cori from his mind—the woman who’d become his bonded mate and then rejected him.

Bartol sighed deeply and ran a brush over the chair, staining the wood a deep russet color.  It would be beautiful when it was done, maybe his best work yet. Working his way over the high back, similar to the Victorian style, he recalled what had first driven him to learn such a trade.  It was, ironically, to impress women.  He didn’t impress them now, most especially his mate, with his scars and reclusive behavior, but at least the work served a more important purpose.

He’d discovered how much humans would pay for unique pieces, and he’d found someone in Fairbanks willing to sell the furniture for him to local customers as well as others across the country.  The first piece he’d put on the market, a desk, had netted him over a thousand dollars.  It was a start to rebuilding the fortune he’d lost while locked away in Purgatory for more than a century.  If one must be confined as a prisoner for a long period, it was a bad idea to do it just before the economy went into shambles and a recession started.  Most of his investments were lost, and he’d had no idea it was happening until it was too late.

So now Bartol was starting over and taking whatever jobs he could.  The archangels were paying him a fair wage for his assistance in training a young nerou crossbreed—Tormod—who had both angel and demon blood, as well as a little something else, but that job would run out in a few months.  He needed to have something else in place before then.

Plus, Bartol didn’t want to rely on the archangels any more than necessary, especially since they were the ones who’d confined him to Purgatory in the first place and caused him to lose nearly everything.  They might regret the severity of their punishment now that they knew he wasn’t as guilty as they’d thought, but it didn’t undo the damage.  Bartol had been tortured both physically and psychologically during that time and scarred for life.  He would never be the same man again, which was likely why Cori had rejected him.  She had to see he wasn’t worth her time or energy.

A shuffling noise came from just outside the workshop.  He’d almost missed it with the blowing wind hitting the walls and windows as yet another snow storm passed through.  If not for a wood-burning stove nearby, it would have been freezing inside.

Bartol stiffened and slowly turned on his stool.  Only a few people knew about this private escape deep in the woods, and none of them were expected.  Tormod had the day off to spend with his mother, no friends had mentioned dropping by for a visit, and Cori had yet to discover his shop since he’d constructed the building well out of sight from his cabin, and he hadn’t spoken to her since before it was built anyway.

As the door slid open, a large, muscular figure appeared with snow swirling around him.  His body blocked what little light was available on such a gloomy day as he entered the workshop.  It took a moment for Bartol’s eyes to make out the chiseled features of his oldest rival and closest friend.

“Caius,” he said, standing.  “It’s been a long time.”  More than two centuries, in fact.

The older nephilim chuckled and moved forward to stand under the solitary light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  “Too long.”

“How did you find me?”  Bartol hadn’t exactly advertised his current whereabouts to the supernatural world, considering all he wanted was solitude since returning to Earth.

“Word travels, my friend, especially after what you did to get yourself thrown in Purgatory.  People pay attention. Continue reading

A big plot twist in my life

As this blog post title suggests, I recently had an unexpected twist come up in my life. Something that took me completely by surprise.  Those of you who have been following me for at least a couple of years may recall this post from November 2015 where I talked about some personal troubles I had.  Many of you were kind enough to comment with your support, encouragement, and/or similar stories you’d faced in your own lives. I can’t tell you how much that meant to me.

Now I finally have an update for you and it is good news!

Back in April I discovered I was pregnant.  Yes, really, after ten years of trying.  To say I was shocked would be an understatement, and let’s just say I was certain the pregnancy test must have been broken even if signs pointed toward it being right.  I tapped at the thing, wondering if it was playing a cruel joke on me.  Then I took another test and got the same results.  This was a Saturday night so there was little I could do to confirm it further until Monday when I could call my doctor.  Like me, she’d pretty much given up on me ever conceiving, so needless to say she got me into her office much faster than expected- the next day.  I had to go to the lab first and then be at the clinic an hour later.  Apparently, she and the nurse hovered over the computer waiting for the results to come in and they had broad grins on their faces when they came into the exam room to meet my husband and me.  It was true.  I was finally carrying a baby, and though I would have preferred for it to happen before reaching “advanced maternal age” I’m truly excited.  Better now than never.

Having said all that, deep fear rode me that it could all go wrong at any moment.  Like fate would tease me with something so miraculous and then take it away, so I’ve kept quiet until I reached the second trimester even though I knew some people would be wondering about the next book, but I feared jinxing anything.  During that time, I faced all the usual pregnancy related symptoms (nausea, exhaustion, severe headaches I couldn’t take pain meds for so I just curled in a ball until they passed, and a few other things that are less pleasant to even mention).  These issues are starting to taper off slowly and will hopefully be gone soon now that I’m on week fourteen.  The baby is due in mid-December, for those wondering.

My husband and I have also had to scramble to find a bigger home because our small apartment wasn’t going to cut it with a baby on the way.  I used up the days I was feeling a little better and more energetic to go house hunting and eventually found a great place to rent.  We we’ve been busy packing and will be moving into the house next week.  It’s got a yard and back patio, plus lots of extra space inside so it’s going to be a huge improvement over my current residence.

So all of this is to say, if you haven’t guessed already, that not a lot of writing has gotten done in the last few months like I’d hoped.  Destined for Dreams has been started, but it isn’t near completion yet.  My hope is that as soon as we get settled into the new house I can focus entirely on getting the novel finished.  I’ve been reassured by some of my fellow authors that the second trimester of pregnancy was an extremely productive time for them, especially compared to the first where it’s tough to be creative when it’s all you can do to hold your food down (if you can find anything you can tolerate to eat, that is).  I’m looking forward to buckling down in my new home (new to me, anyway) and giving you all a second novel in the Dark Destiny Series you can truly enjoy to be followed by the last book of the trilogy.

Please be patient with me in the meantime.  I’ll post updates as I have them and an excerpt once I’ve got something polished enough to share.  Thanks again to those who have been supportive along the way!