It took me until chapter two to get into this book, but when I did I never wanted to let go! I seriously fell in love with Gabe and Luna, and how their first time talking was interesting, entertaining, and I loved it:
"Do you think it would be okay if..." She motioned to the bathroom.
He shrugged when he wanted to laugh. "Why not? It's just a toilet..."
Luna and her thoughts on some things got me laughing and panting at the same time, "Holy Mary mother of Jesus, she almost crossed herself. Each of his eight abdominal muscles was perfectly etched across his stomach. She couldn't look away. She didn't want to. How embarrassing.
"I worked hard for those."
I seriously couldn't help but laugh! The banter between the two of those two kill me as well,
"I will give him a ride too. He looks like he's ready to s*** himself."
"Well, that's what happens when you're such an a**hole."
There better be another book coming, there was to many unanswered questions in the end!
Where do your ideas come from?
My ideas come from anywhere and everywhere. I know that's the typical author answer, so I thought I'd tell how I got a few of the ideas I've written into novels.
The first and most obvious would be BEAST WITHIN, of course. I woke up one morning from a dream staring Chris Hemsworth and felt I really needed to write it down so I wouldn't forget it. I started writing the party scene in the second and subsequent chapters. Not to give anything away, but picture this: Thor is standing on a balcony clad in a well tailored suit. His blonde hair hangs around his shoulders, a light shines down on the top of his head haloing him in golden light. And he's mad. At you. He's scowling at you and you are so attracted and frightened you don't know whether to run or wait for him to catch you. Waking up from that dream was a bit disappointing, but the possibility of lingering in that world was enticing. Why was he angry? What did I do to make him so? And most importantly, what happened before that to cause him to look so betrayed? That's where the party scene came from, and from there Gabriel Slade was born.
Another idea I'd like to share is from my debut novel, SCORNED. The way I came up with that idea is so different. This is literally what happened. I woke up one morning and thought, "I really want to write something new, something different, because I am sooo bored and I haven't written anything new in a few years." (I went through a bit of a dry spell.) So, I sat down at the breakfast table with my laptop, I didn't have a desk then, and I started writing, "As I sat at the breakfast nook table staring out the window I thought, 'I wish it was snowing'." That was the first line. From there, I just wrote what I was doing and thinking and feeling until I had a good plot line going. The vampires in the story came from my fear of open windows at night. (Don't laugh…yeah, okay. Go ahead and laugh.) Eddy, the horrible floral shop owner came from problems I was having at work. Pierce, the sexy boyfriend came from my fiance, and the break up at the end was me dealing with a break up that we suffered a few years ago. There's a lot of me in that story. It's a little heavy for me, but a good story came of it.
One more example, is a story that I've been working on for a long long time that I hope to have available sometime next year. It's called SHEKINAH and I got the idea from some people joking about a guy who was in a group photo. He had something shiny on his shirt and the flash caught it. They said it looked like the Shekinah Glory was exploding from him.
I literally get my ideas from everywhere. These are just a few examples, but as long as I'm here there's no stopping me. Promise. *wink*
EXPECTED RELEASE DATE: March 27th, 2013
"You can fight all you want, Luna, but it's always going to come down to this: You love me and I love you. We cannot be apart or it will kill us both..." -Gabriel Slade
Gabriel Slade has returned to take his rightful place as Captain of The General's army. Luna stayed behind to nurse a broken heart and a precious secret that could mean the end of all mankind.
Human's possessed by the spirits of the dead are searching the earth for a child that will have the power to bring the apocolypse upon the world. Gabriel must find this child if he hopes to keep order and peace with the humans, but his heart keeps getting in the way. He must save the world from darkness, while making the one decision that could cost him everything.
Gabe once thought that roaming the earth as a hideous, angry beast was his curse. Now, without the love of his life he feels more helpless than before.
There wasn't time for that though. His chest throbbed like there was a beast within him trying to escape and he knew all about how that felt. The men's expectant faces, the urging, this was his new purpose.
"With me," he ordered, his gruff voice giving no room to argue.
They were in the next room a split second later. It took another second to assess the situation. There was a woman in her underclothes with her back pressed the wall. She screamed again when they appeared. He could feel the fear rolling off her. A man stood between her and the door.
"I don't need the Host of Heaven." The man spoke and his voice was high and low at the same time, English and Austrian.
"Who has possessed you?" Gabe demanded. At the word 'possessed' the woman looked at him, her eyes wide.
"Who or what I am is of no concern to you. What you should ask is why I am here." It turned to look at him. It's neck swivelled in a non-human way and it's eyes were black as the darkest night.
"Why are you here? What is your name?" Gabe let all of his power and authority drip into his voice. It dropped an octave and vibrated through the room. The woman blinked at him.
The possessed man turn it's body to face the direction it was looking. "We will be the ruination of this world until we have the child. When they child is in our possession we will feed from it until we can bring forth the pestulance upon this world. We will rule mankind until the darkening of the sun."
Gabe nodded. "Michael, get the woman."
"Who is this child?" he asked, but the creature within the man's body only cackled. "What do you need it for? Why is it so special?" He motioned the other host to join Michael in protecting the woman. They appeared around her, forming a hedge of protection.
"We want it's blood."
The creature lunged at Gabe, sending him flying backward into the wall with it's force and speed. Gabe pushed it away and called his swords to manifest.
"You cannot save the child," it taunted. "You will not save the child. We will reign victorious."
"Who sent you?" Gabe growled.
"The high one." The creature lunged at him again.
"Gabriel, don't!" Michael shouted just before Gabe skewered it.
At the last moment he let his swords go and they dissipated into thin air. Gabe was tackled again. Sharp nails dug into the flesh of his back as it latched onto him. Razor sharp teeth sank into his neck. Gabe roared with anger and pain. He tried to push the creature away, but it had a tight hold on him. Its claws dug deeper into his back.
Gabe called forth the Light and sent it into the creature with one short burst. It screeched. It's claws ripped the flesh and fabric from Gabe's back as it sailed across the room and against the far wall. Gabe pushed himself up from where he'd fallen on his face.
Michael stood over the creature where it writhed and moaned on the floor.
"Are you going to finish it?" Gabe teetered on his feet and fell to the edge of the bed, woozy.
"It is still human, Gabriel." Michael looked at him with concern. "Are you alright?"
"I don't know." Gabe touched his neck. His fingers came a away smeared with blood and a thick black, oily substance. "Damn."
"You've been poisoned," Michael said unnecessarily.
Gabe groaned. Or was it a growl? He couldn't tell. His vision darkened and his hearing blinked in and out.
"Can..urn it off?"
Urn it off? Gabe tried to think, but he couldn't seem to get the right thoughts. The poison burned through his system and his body went rigid.
"What is this? What's going on here?"
Was that the manager? Something thumped. Oh, it was his body hitting the floor. His head slumped against the worn carpet. He tried to blink the blackness out of his eyes.
"Burn it off!" Michael was in his face screaming.
Gabriel woke with a throbbing pain through his whole body. He wanted to scream and cry and die all at the same time. When he opened his eyes, the light burned them.
He was in a bed in a room that looked like an old inn. It smelled of smoke and sweat and liquor. He gagged.
"You're awake." Michael's voice was most welcome. "Good. I was worried there for a minute. Don't try to get up," he said when Gabe started to push himself up. "You're still weak."
"Where are we?"
"Not sure. I had to get you somewhere away from those creatures. They'll find us though. They want you dead." He chuckled. "What did you do to them?"
"I'm not sure," Gabriel answered honestly. He sat up despite his friend's protests. "How long have we been here?"
Gabriel sighed. "We need to get back into the fight." His chest tightened as he said the words and he grunted.
"What is it?"
"We're supposed to be here," he answered. "I guess I'll rest a bit more."
As he laid back there was a knock on the door. Michael got up to answer it.
"Hello, Deli." He ushered a woman into the room. She was beautiful, with dark hair and and soft brown eyes. When she smiled, it was almost angelic.
She was heavily with child. Gabe was sure she was close to her birthing time.
"Hello, Michael. Ah, your friend is awake." Deli set a tray down on the table by the bed. "I'm Deli. I've been taking care of you the last few days." She smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"
Gabriel swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I am feeling much better. Thank you for helping Michael. He really is quite useless."
"Deli." Gabriel said her name out loud. "Is that short for Delilah by any chance?"
"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?"
Gabe only smiled at her. "It's a lovely name."
"Thank you. I was named after my mother. She died giving birth."
He frowned. "I am sorry to hear that."
"I'll leave you to eat." She smiled, and it was somewhat suggestive. "I hope you enjoy it."
"If you made it I am sure I will."
Deli giggled. "No, of course not. But the cook is wonderful. Eat up. Get your strength back." She cast him one more longing glance before she left.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked. "Is she tempting to you?"
Gabe frowned, eyeing his friend with disdane. "No," he groused. "I'm going to have to kill her and her baby."