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Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim Chapter 1 Part 2

Hey all,

Are you ready for Christmas?  I'm not.  LOL  It's really hard to get into the Christmas spirit when you look out your window and see nothing but sand, surf and bikinis!!!  Yep, we've moved to Rio de Janeiro and it's definitely NOT a white Christmas down here.

But we'll do our best to get into the holiday spirit.  Jonathon has to work, but we'll put something fun together for ourselves.

And speaking of something fun...  Let's give you a quick look at the inspiration for our heroine, who you'll meet in today's installment.  I think she's lucky to have such a hunky Guardian Angel, but Eran has informed me that HE is the lucky one.

I guess we'll see!

Anyway, meet Amaris, the sweet Nephilim whose very existence was foretold many millennia ago.  And enjoy today's FREE READ.

The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim


Amaris Holt was more than afraid.  She was absolutely rigid with terror.  She backed into the dirt-encrusted wall of the alley and couldn’t suppress a shudder even though her body was on fire with pain.  Her head was pounding, and her heart raced so fast she was sure she would drop dead from a heart attack at any moment. 
What was happening?  Nothing made sense...hadn’t since those two men attacked her.  She swore again at herself.  Her father had told her over and over again not to walk the streets after dark, but Amaris was so low on money she’d had to choose between eating a cheap meal to celebrate her twenty-fourth birthday or taking the bus home.  Since she only lived a couple blocks away, her famished stomach had won out over common sense, and she was paying for it now.
But none of that explained what was going on.  When the two attackers had dragged her off the street and into the alley, she’d screamed in protest, but with one flick of his hand, the larger of the men had her down on the ground, his knee between her legs.  She’d screamed again and pushed him away, and that’s when everything had come apart around her.
Her attacker was thrown all the way across the alley to smash into the far wall and crumple unmoving to the ground.  At the same time her whole body was suddenly filled with a pain such as she’d never felt before.  Sharp darts of icy agony shot through her, making her cry out and writhe in suffering on the dirty alley floor.  That in turn, sent her mind spinning as her brain exploded in a myriad of colors, sights and sounds.  Screams, whispers and sibilant laughter filled her head. 
Somehow she’d managed to get to her feet, but she was weeping in fear and confusion.  Something was terribly wrong with her.  Flames coursed through her back, settling between her shoulder blades to burn painfully.  The sounds in her head made her feel like her skull was going to implode, and worst of all, the alley was on fire, lit up so brightly, she couldn’t open her eyes.  She didn't want to.  Because if she did, she knew she'd see where the light was coming from.
“You stupid cunt!”  A man’s shout jerked her back to awareness.  Her eyelids struggled open, and she stared at the second man who’d attacked her.  The junkie was obviously in need of a fix, his eyes dilated, his face sweaty and drawn.
“You killed Mickey, you bitch!  I’m gonna hurt you bad.”  He pulled out a switchblade and held it in shaky hands.  “I don’t care if you’re glowing like a fuckin’ nightlight or not.  I’ll kill you.”
Amaris screamed again as he lunged at her.  The filthy blade caught her left shoulder, sending more pain wrenching through her.  Blood welled and flowed down her already torn blouse.  In desperation, she scratched at his eyes and raked her fingernails down his left cheek.
The man swore and thrust the knife at her again, but this time, before he could reach her, a shadow came out of the darkness and flung the attacker away.  Before Amaris’s frightened eyes, her second assailant was also tossed against the wall to fall in a heap on top of his erstwhile friend.
Even in the light of the alley, it was hard to see anything, her eyes were so blurred with pain.  The two men against the wall faded into the gloom as her savior turned back to her and smiled.  “Are you all right?”
She was still in too much pain to do anything but nod.  His face was in the shadows still, and for some reason she felt a thrill of fear that had nothing to do with the cretins lying motionless behind him.
Stepping closer, he came into the light, and for a moment, her pain was forgotten as admiration filled her.  He was beautiful.
The epitome of tall, dark and handsome, this was a man who could have stepped right out of a GQ ad.  Inky black hair was brushed back from a classically handsome face.  Piercing green eyes gazed at her, and when he smiled, his mouth was almost predatory in its attractiveness.  He was dressed in a black suit that would have cost her a year’s salary, but somehow, even with the fight, he didn’t have a mark on him.
His smile didn’t change as he held out his hand.  “Come on, now.  Let me help you up.  I can take you somewhere to get that knife wound looked at. You’re bleeding pretty badly.”
For some reason, the voices shrieking in her head were all saying the same thing... NO! She blinked as confusion welled up in her again.  He’d saved her from that man, hadn’t he?  So why didn’t she feel any safer?
He came closer, and she couldn’t help but shrink away.  This was all so strange.  Everything hurt, her back felt like it had acid poured on it, and she’d never had a migraine so bad.  Perhaps, she had a concussion, and this was all a hallucination.  Maybe this was all a dream...a nightmare she could wake up from.
“It’s no dream, nightmare or hallucination,” the handsome man answered as if he’d heard her thoughts.  “I can help you.  Just take my hand, and everything will be better.  Your whole life will change.”
        “Do not touch her!”


Well?  Whatcha think?  Intrigued yet?  Wait till next week when I'll give you a gander at our bad boy.  You'll be sad he's the villain!  LOL

BTW...I've been told it's hard to read the blog if you get it in the email.  Not sure why that is.  I've played and can't seem to make it any better.  I apologize in advance for future blogs.  I can only suggest you go straight to the source and read the blog itself.  I'll keep working on the problem, but for now, there is no solution in sight.  *sigh*

I'll be back next Sunday with another installment.  May all of you who celebrate Christmas have a blessed and joyous day with everyone you love!

CJ England

Follow Your Dreams


Phylis said...

I put off reading this until tonight so that I could enjoy it better! lol Was worth it! Merry Christmas CJ!!! Thanks for sharing your story with us.

Phylis said...

I put off reading this until tonight so that I could enjoy it better! lol Was worth it! Merry Christmas CJ!!! Thanks for sharing your story with us.

Carrie said...

I have been busy this week. So today was the first time I had a chance to read this weeks installment. It was worth the wait can't wait to read the next one.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Ashley L said...

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone! With all the holiday stuff going on I put off reading until now. I feel bad for our heroine, all the pain she is experiencing right now. Can't wait for tomorrow's installment!