Hey all,
I hope your Christmas was a wonderful one. Down here in Rio it was a bit different--all that sand, surf and tropical stuff around us. But it was a good day, starting with presents and yummy Brazilian French Toast. And it ended with a great Christmas dinner after which we viewed the world's biggest Floating Christmas Tree.
An unusual Christmas to say the least. One we'll always remember. Next year we have no idea where we'll be, so we plan on enjoying every minute we have in South America.
So, as I promised, I've shown you my inspirations for Eran and Amaris. Now take a gander at the inspiration for the luscious and delightfully naughty Asmodeous. A real GQ model, Emilio Flores is definitely hunky and perfect for my demon villain! Though he was so handsome, I had a hard time making him so evil. LOL
But who knows maybe good will triumph over evil in a way that changes everything and everyone for the best. Hey! It couldn't happen!!!
Enjoy today's FREE READ!!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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There was
another flash of light, and the dark man hissed, his green eyes glowing like
twin emeralds. Quickly, he took a step
backwards.
“If you
take his hand,” the new voice said, “your life will change, but it will not be for the better.”
More fear
shot through Amaris when she heard the second man’s statement. Turning, she gasped aloud as their eyes
met. The pain in her back lessened for a
moment as she just gaped at him. The first
man was beautiful, but this one was just as attractive in a totally different
way.
His face
was rough hewn and showed signs of a scar below one slightly slanted
eyebrow. Calm hazel eyes gazed at her,
and for the first time that night, she felt a measure of peace return. He was taller and broader built than the
first man, and unlike her savior, he was dressed all in white, wearing pale
leather pants that hugged his body, extenuating his maleness. A cream colored lace-up shirt left his wide
chest partially bare. She could see a
sprinkling of chestnut hair. Curls of
the same color covered his head to flow down to his shoulders.
Emotion
streaked through Amaris—twin feelings of desire and confusion. “Who are you?” she whispered.
His firm
mouth quirked briefly. “I am Eran. And I am a Watcher. I have come for you, angel.”
Her heart
fell to her shoes, and she swallowed down more sickness. Terror flared again and along with it, her
back flamed with raw fire. It was such
agony, her eyes overflowed with tears. “A...watcher?” She barely was able to speak through the pain. “Are…are you some sort of crazy?”
“Ignore
him,” the first man said softly as his eyes went smoky. “I am Asmodeous. Give me your hand, and let me take you away
right now.”
Amaris’
stomach twisted. Instinctively she shook
her head. “I just want to go home.”
“That
wouldn’t be prudent,” the man called Eran said gently. “There is more at stake here than you
understand. Please, little one, don’t
cry. Something is happening to you. Something I can help you with. I can take away the pain and help you to
understand everything. All I ask is you
hear me out. But you shouldn’t go with
him. This you must believe.”
“Liar,”
Asmodeous snapped, his dark eyes blazing with hate. Then he turned back to Amaris, and his tone
gentled. “Come with me, my darling. Let me
deal with the pain you are in. I will
make everything better for you.
“You are a
deceiver and a liar,” Eran growled. “With
you, her agony will only become worse. You
do not even come before her in your real form.
Why should she believe anything you say?”
Asmodeous
blinked. “I am hiding nothing.” He turned to Amaris whose confusion was
growing by the second. The more they
spoke, the less she understood. He
lifted his hands away from his body.
“See... I am just a normal man
who wants to help you.” Smiling, he
revealed perfect, even teeth. “I helped
you before, didn’t I? Trust me now.”
He had
helped her, it was true. But things were
too confusing. She was laying deathly sick
in an alley with two men fighting over her.
It was crazy! It couldn’t be
real.
“It is very
real.” Eran’s voice penetrated her
musings, and she stared up at him in shock as she realized he had heard her
thoughts.
“We both
can hear you,” Asmodeous said quickly.
Amaris
swallowed hard. “Then neither of you are
normal men. Who are you?
W-What are you?
“I only said I was normal, so you wouldn’t be
afraid,” Asmodeous said quickly, his gaze filled with sincerity. “But while I only want to take care of you,
this creature wants to hurt you. Come
with me, and let me save you again.”
“Don’t lie
to her.” Eran’s hazel eyes turned to
gold as his anger grew. “Show her what
you really are.”
“What’s
going on?” Amaris cried, scooting back against a smelly garbage bin. It hurt, but she had to get away from them
both. Before it was too late. “Neither of you is telling me the whole truth. I don’t know how I know, but I do.”
Eran
nodded. “You are right. There is more to it than what we have said so
far. And I will tell you the truth.
Anything you ask me, I promise to explain.”
“No, he
won’t,” snarled Asmodeous. “All Watchers
are liars.”
Her gaze
went between the two men as what they were saying finally penetrated the pain. “You know each other.”
“We do,”
Eran replied as his steady gaze captured hers once more. “Yours is not the first soul we’ve done
battle over.”
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I'll be back next Sunday with another installment. I hope you have a happy and safe New Year!!!!
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
3 comments:
Love the new story. Can't wait to read more.
Oooohhh, a little rivalry between good and evil. I wonder how they'll get Amaris to choose. Can't wait for next week!
Such a bummer to wait a WHOLE week for the next installment! AUGH! lol Love it so far!
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