It’s thirsty Thursday and I hope everyone is thirsty for more teasers. I have been trying to knock out this new prologue. Looking at it I can’t decide if I really want to change the prologue or if I want to use this new one for the prologue on the next book. I respect the opinion of my Beta tester so I will assess this issue when I have had a chance to talk in detail with her about it.

That being said my second project, that I am now fondly calling Scarred, Is sitting on the back burner screaming for attention. I am starting to wonder when and if this is ever going to get off the ground. I can assure you that I will at least get the projects I am currently working on published. I am unable to leave anything unfinished so I will likely put out Muse Vol. 2 as soon as possible. I am going to avoid reading any reviews like the plague until these are complete and on the KDP market. Not that I don’t value people’s opinions, I just do not want to get discouraged. I’m afraid that if people don’t like my work I will go into self-preservation mode and stop writing entirely to save my self-esteem.

Anyways, bla bla bla, without further ado here’s your Thursday teasers enjoy!

 

Muse Vol . 1.

Seth to Psyche

              “I never loved you Psyche, You convinced my mother to banish my true love. Even after passing the nine trials, I tried to tell her that I did not want you, or your bastard children. I am not sure what spell you cast upon her witch, but I was not I that wanted your presence. Yet hear you sit, regaling in vengeance. There is no vengeance to be had here Psyche. You cannot avenge a love that was never yours. Nor can you seek pay back upon someone whom did not commit a wrong against you. If you now have audience with Zeus, then why would exacting revenge upon us be so important?” Seth fell into the love seat opposite the high back chairs and covered his face. I could tell that he was taking the burden of Psyche’s vengeance upon himself. Psyche once again ruefully laughed at him, scanning the room and making sure we all knew how pathetic she thought we were.

 

 

Scarred

Israel and Brad

            Brad comes out just before twelve and calls me into the office. Garrett shoots me a look, raising an eyebrow. I shrug and walk toward the back of the kitchen and shut the office door behind me.

            “Israel, please sit.” He motions toward the chair behind the second desk.

In all actuality, it is my desk, as I am the majority owner, but I hate deskwork so I steer clear of the area except for on Tuesdays. I spin the chair and lean back throwing my hands behind my head. He looks at me amused and then proceeds.

“I wanted to tell you how glad I am to have you as a partner.” He says grinning at me in an unnatural way. “You see you and I, we make sense.” He motions between us with his hand. “I was thinking…” He pauses as if he is wondering how to proceed. “Maybe you and I would make sense as a couple as well.” He blinks a smile at me as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. My jaw drops open and I suddenly feel like I am in one of those bad sexual harassment in the workplace videos. Strangely, Brad’s proposition sounds more like a business arrangement than a romantic tryst. “I know this is forward of me, but I can’t help but feel like we have a connection on a physical level.” Brad stands and comes around the desk leaning on the corner just shy of my knee. “Would you consider going out with me tomorrow evening?” He looks at me expectantly awaiting my response.

Shit! Really?

 
Thanks for taking the time to stop by..until next time
 
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