Well, it seems that
I have neglected to post on here in quite a while. Goes with the territory I guess, but it is
still disappointing. I have found that
editing, going to school, having a family life, and trying to write and promote
at the same time is a feat that is going to require some work.
But, that is
neither here nor there! Today I come to
you with an excerpt from my work in progress as well as some other
information. My submission for Stacey
Rourke’s IVF book has been accepted and will be published here soon. If I am not mistaken the book, I’m Not Crazy, I’m on Lupron: A Journey
Through Infertility with Morsels of Hope, Success Stories from Infertility
Survivors will be available at the end of this month. I am excited to be a part of this, and hope
that for those of you who are or know someone dealing with infertility, well my
hope is that it brings you hope.
As for Twisted Snow, I am working on it and am
still shooting for an summer/end of summer release. If that does change, I will be sure to let
you know. I am excited to share it with
you, and hope that you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. So, on that note, here is an excerpt from the
book! Make sure to check out the
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Excerpt from Twisted Snow:
Ciaran
I dreamed of Moira, the night after I found the first of the three. Well, the
second, if you counted Moira as the first. I could see her clearly for the
first time in nearly a century. I had nearly forgotten how beautiful she
was. Her hair was a riot of curls and waves, blowing about in the wind. Occasionally
a stray curl would slide across her face, catching briefly on her full, ruby
lips. Her cloak swirled around her delicate ankles in the breeze, baring her
calves to my gaze. In our time, seeing the ankles of a woman was tantalizing
and scandalous. Oh, how the times change. But even now, the sight of her
slender frame filled me with a longing so intense it nearly brought me to my
knees.
She was standing on the edge of beach near the town in which we had both lived.
The ebb and flow of the waves tugged at her bare feet, foam washing over them.
She stood in a partial profile, until the sound of my footsteps caused her to
turn around. Her lips curved gently upward in a smile of pleasure.
I remembered this moment. I had decided that I needed to pursue my long quest
for more knowledge of Magick, and I had come to bid her good-bye, though at the
time she did not know that. I had dallied far too long in this place, with her,
and needed to focus once again on my mission. There was a part of me the
relished reliving the moment but another part of me stood back and did nothing
but observe what happened.
As I drew close, she reached out a graceful hand to me and I grasped it,
drawing her into my arms. “Moira,” I murmured, as I drew in the soft scent of
her hair and skin. She smelled like sunshine and flowers, and seemed to further
illustrate my belief that we truly did not belong together. In order to fulfill
my mission, one that had been given to me with my father’s dying breath, I
would have to venture into some very dark places. Places where my Irish Rose
would wither and die. I couldn’t do that to her, and I knew if I tarried much
longer in this place, I would give up and let down the one person who always
mattered to me. I steeled myself against the warm sensations that slid through
my body, pooling in my belly causing it to tighten in longing. With great
difficulty, I drew back from her.
She looked at me sadly. It seemed she knew that something was amiss. I never
could hide anything from her.
“You are leaving me, are you not?” she questioned quietly, her warm brown eyes
searching my own.
“Moira…I…yes. I have to. You knew that this could not last,” I said finally. My
heart was breaking, but duty had to come first. Duty was something that my
father had drummed in my head from the time I could crawl.
“It does not have to be this way. I know you think that I cannot possibly
understand what it is that you must do, much less go with you. But what you do
not understand, my love, is that I must go with you. We two are tied together,
and the separation will be the end of me. For you see, when we bonded, we
bonded not just on the physical plane of existence, but on the Magickal plane
as well. You and I are bound by love and by magick, a potent combination. If
you plan on achieving your goals, you must take me with you. If not, you will
never succeed. Not only will your power fade, but mine will fade as well,” she
replied.
I was shocked. I had not considered what would happen when two Magicks fell in
love. I had never encountered anything like it before, so there was nothing to
warn either of us as to what would happen.
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