Busy. Busy. Busy. Lately I’ve been so wrapped up in my job and writing, I haven’t had time to do much else. I’ve made so much progress on the story, I wanted to share a teaser with you all, but before I do, I have some news!
This July 26-29, I will be participating in All’s Fair In Blogs And More Book Fair! The Fair will be featuring over 70 books, three of which I will be talking about on my blog. They are Rebecca Hamilton‘s The Forever Girl, Her Sweetest Downfall, Ashley Andrews’ The Heaven I Found in Hell, and Christie Rich’s Five, Dark Matter, Genesis. I’m super excited about it! So, on the 26th, please come join us in this awesome book fair!
Now! On to the teaser!
I love writing bad guy characters! I find that listening to rock music helps me write about them. It puts me in the mood I need to be in, in order to be there in character with them. I have to say that my favorite bad guy so far is Vlaad. In many ways, Vlaad is darker and more evil than Dar’Maalda, but in the end, his human side does show itself, as miniscule as it is. So, that’s all I can say on it for now … oh, well, and this:
Turning the corner, he found the door to his chambers wide open, revealing the edge of a black cat mask that lay on the floor just inside. Quietly, he lifted it from the marble and shut the door behind him, locking it to make sure no one would follow. He did not want to be interrupted. Setting the black items on the table, he glanced around. She was nowhere. The only clue left to him was the wooden terrace door that stood slightly ajar, allowing the sound of the crashing waves and the salty sea air to drift in and fill the room.
He approached it cautiously, gently pushing it open and walking out onto the empty balcony. Suddenly, the door slammed behind him and he whipped around, freezing in place, his whole body going rigid. For an instant, he stood gaping, unable to reconcile the person standing before him with his own certain knowledge of her death. He could not, he would not, believe his eyes. There had to be a mistake.
“You? It can’t be! I killed you!”
“You tried,” she said coolly, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed, staring back at him with pure loathing.