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.
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
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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.
Her.
“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!”
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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!
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
4 comments:
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.
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.
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.
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!
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