Thursday throw out!!


Yet another week has passed in the world. The government shut down, but luckily I am deemed an essential employee so here I sit on my dinner break at the VA pulling together your weekly teasers.  This is the post that almost didn’t happen! I just checked my blogger to see if there were any comments and low and behold five people had checked my page today (happy face). Then I remembered it was Thursday!! Having to do the night shift turns my world on its ear, so if every third week I am a little off SOMEONE PLEASE REMIND ME ON FB to post.

Well Israel and Brayden are all consuming this past week and I am starting to think I should break their story into two parts. I just love them so much that I am not willing to put an end to their story just yet. I know this may sound strange, but I live vicariously through the characters I create. I will never be from old money, I will never have supernatural powers, or have beautiful men falling at my feet, but in my dreams I do! (Currently listening to Royals by Lorde) I just found the courage to put my dreams on paper. It’s very exposing , I often wonder what people will think once they have read my books??

I have come up with a new concept  which is more of a romantic thriller (light on the romance) I want to start that soon but not till Brayden and Israel are in beta..(need beta testers HINT HINT). Please keep in mind that all of my teasers are unedited so if there are some grammatical issues...they will not be in the finished product.

On to the teasers:

 

Muse Vol. 1

Erato

                 I walk alone toward the home I share with my sisters. The noise from the party was spilling into the street behind me. I was unhappy with this life. I often wished I could join my mother in the underworld guarding the oracle of Trophonios. However, every life comes with its own troubles. If the golden streets of Olympus seemed corrupt, then I am sure the underworld would be abhorrent in my eyes.  

 

Scarred

Israel

Inside I smile to see all of my staff dressed in party attire. I spy a few faces I do not recognize and assume they are the friends of Eli’s or people I have not met. By the bar I see a familiar red satin dress adorning the elongated frame of Lola, Garrett’s drag queen friend. I roll my eyes and walk over nudging her hip with mine. She is done up like Cher with a long black pin strait wig and extra-long false lashes. She looks down at me and smiles. “Girl I knew you had good taste, but this is ridiculous.” We both laugh and she leans in to my ear; “Its ok sweetie, no queen shows up without a change of wardrobe. Just in case.” She winks one of her over sparkled eyes at me and saunters toward  the coat room. I catch the look on Brayden’s face as she walks past him dragging one of her freshly manicured nails across his chest on her way past. He meets my gaze and I can’t help but laugh at him.

 

What not enough?? You will just have to come back next week for more (wink, wink) Remember to like and share on Facebook . Help me get my name out there.

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