Hey all,
I just got back from a great weekend on the Chilean coast. Beautiful scenery, birds and other critters, and some really delicious seafood. A tiny town with a big heart, Pichidangui is a wonderful place to visit. You can read more about it on my blog. HERE
I just got back from a great weekend on the Chilean coast. Beautiful scenery, birds and other critters, and some really delicious seafood. A tiny town with a big heart, Pichidangui is a wonderful place to visit. You can read more about it on my blog. HERE
I was able to sit outside, watch the surf and get some reading done. Discovered a new author I'm in love with, and I'll be sharing that on my blog next week.
Until then, check out this weeks installment of my ongoing FREE READ. And enjoy!!!
The Watcher's Guild: Sweet Nephilim
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Chapter Eighteen
Friends in Hidden Places
“When are
we going to get there?”
Eran rolled
his eyes and gave a laughing snort. His
strong wings pumped as they flew through the cloud-dotted sky. They’d been flying for a little over an hour,
and he was pleased Amaris was showing no sign of tiring. Or if she was tired, you couldn’t prove it by
all the questions she was asking. “That
is the fourth time you’ve asked me that, little angel. The answer remains the same.”
She flew
closer. “But it doesn’t tell me
anything. Nothing at all. Nada.
Zip. Zilch.” Pushing out her lower lip in a cute pout, she
sighed. “Because soon is not a real answer.
And you won’t tell me where
we’re going either.”
Grinning,
Eran shook his head. “No, it is still a
surprise.” He narrowed his eyes and
gazed at her thoughtfully. “You know, I’ll
bet you peeked at all your Christmas gifts, didn’t you? No matter where they were hidden? You searched closets and under the beds, correct? Too curious to wait for Christmas morning?”
He knew he
was right when Amaris’ cheeks reddened.
“Aha. I knew it.”
Crossing her arms across her pretty chest, his
lover’s pout grew bigger. “Not
fair. A kid almost has to peek at
Christmas. It’s a rule.”
A hearty
chuckle escaped him. “A rule?”
Amaris
giggled. “It is in the Dover
household.” Her eyes grew sad. “I wonder how they’re doing. I miss them, Eran.”
Guilt smote
him as it did whenever she mentioned her old life. Reaching out, he took her hand. “I know,
little angel. And I’m sorry. Sorry it must be this way. I wish it could be different.”
“Next month
is my dad’s birthday. Can I at least
send him a card?”
In the
past, Eran would have answered immediately with a resounding “NO!”. Once a Nephilim broke away from their old
life, they couldn’t go back. Weren’t
allowed to ever make contact again. But
being with Amaris had changed him…changed how he looked at that painful and now
he thought, unnecessary demand. He
couldn’t do it to her. He just couldn’t
refuse such a small request. So he
nodded his head.
“A card,
yes. But you still cannot see them. You do understand that?”
“I understand.” Amaris’ face lit up with a smile. “A card.
That’s all I wanted. To be able
to tell him I’m thinking of him.”
“Then I
see—” even as he said it, Eran knew he was changing millennia of precedence
“—no problem in sending a simple card.”
“Thank
you.”
Lifting her
hand to his lips, he kissed her fingers.
“You are welcome.”
“But are we
there yet?”
Eran stared
at Amaris’ dancing eyes then let out a shout of laughter again. “Little angel, you are asking for a
spanking.”
Her grin
grew wider. “Promise?”
His whole
body tightened at her sultry question.
“Behave,” he managed, knowing that for the next few hours any lovemaking
would have to be put on hold. “Where we
are going there will be no time for such things.”
“Then I’m
going back to the aerie.”
He laughed
again. “No, you’re not. You are coming with me to meet someone. Two someones, in fact. How about that for a hint?”
She gazed
at him in wonder. “Really? Who are they?
Are they people? Angels?” Her eyes went huge in her face. “Oh no.
Tell me the truth, Eran. I’m…I’m
not gonna meet God yet, am I?”
“Well…” Keeping
his face serious with an effort, he squeezed her hand. “Would that frighten you?”
Amaris’
face paled, and she swallowed hard.
“Ummm…yes.”
“Then
no. We are not meeting our Lord. Not yet at least.”
“Eran!” She glared at him. “Don’t do that. You scared me to death.”
He couldn’t
help another chuckle. “But it is so much
fun. You have such a vivid imagination.”
“Oh!” Snatching her hand away, she flew a few yards
away from him, but he could see she was fighting her own amusement. “That was just mean. You know I’m worried about meeting the Boss.”
“There is
no need to be worried, little angel.” At
least he hoped there wasn’t. “And his
name is God or Jehovah. Not The Boss.”
“Do you
think he’ll care? It’s not said to be
mocking. Doesn’t he know my heart?”
“Yes,” Eran
admitted, realizing he was worrying about nothing. Again his little angel
reminded him of a truth some religions chose to forget. It was what in the heart that mattered to the
Lord, not all the trappings, labels and customs. Those were for humanity, not for God. “You are right.”
“I may be
right about that, but am I right about this being a wild goose chase?” She glanced at the unending tops of trees below
them. “I don’t think we’re going
anywhere. Maybe we’re just flying to be
flying. So maybe I should just go home.”
“Really?” Glancing down, Eran saw they’d finally
reached their destination. “And after
all I’ve done to find you other sparring partners?”
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Sparring partners? Hmmm... Are we going to see Amaris kick some demon ass or someone else entirely? See what happens now in next Sunday's installment. And have a great week until we meet again!
Hugs,
CJ England
Follow Your Dreams
http://cjengland.com/luckbealady/luckbealady.htm
1 comment:
Thanks for my smile for the day CJ! Love the interaction between these two!
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