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The Blurb:

Centuries ago, Brax committed unforgivable sins, killing his lover and himself, and to escape eternal damnation, he made a bargain with the Devil. Now a demon, he roams the earth, corrupting and collecting souls for Hell’s infernal legions in anticipation of the coming apocalypse. And he is very, very good at what he does.

When he is given the special assignment of corrupting Maggie Westbrook, a seemingly timid high school senior who also happens to be one of the Nephilim. Brax believes his goal of commanding his own legion in Hell’s army is finally within his reach. Maggie isn’t just any Nephilim; she’s the lamb who will break the seals that will usher in Armageddon, and her corruption will tip the scales of that final battle towards Hell.

But he quickly finds that the job will be more difficult than he first anticipated. For one thing, he has competition in the form of the demon Corbin Black, whose powers of corruption rival his own. And Maggie is not unguarded, as the Nephilim and host of Heaven will do everything they can to stop him. Most disconcerting, though, is Maggie herself. From the moment Brax first sees her, he is drawn to her purity and innocence, and as he comes to know her, long-forgotten emotions begin to rise within him, emotions he hasn’t felt for centuries…

While Testimony is an epic story of good and evil battling for control of an innocent soul, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, it’s also the more personal story of a deeply flawed man trying as hard as he can to overcome the devastating sins of his past and find true love and redemption.

This book contains mature themes, violence, drug use, drinking, and sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised.

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I FINALLY had a breakthrough on For Ever, the next book I’m working on! Come, read what the series title is going to be!

This feels a little bit like my diary–only I don’t tell you about the boy I’m crushing on or how my bff really pissed me off by my locker at lunch.

Instead, I write ridiculously “short” bits about my books. Today, I’m going to share with you the series title to my next bunch of books! Yay! Totally exciting, right? Yes? No? Maybe?

Well, if you’re still here, then I know you’re at least a little bit curious. So, let’s do this! /chest bumps randies enthusiastically on the interwebs!

My next series is called. . .(I’m drumrolling here!)

Among the Dead

Woooooooooooooooooooo! /fist pump /screams in excitement /fangirls all over /swoon

Ok. Ok. Ok. I get it. It’s a little exciting but not enough to go hog wild over. That’s cool. I’m still going to be over here dancing. . .poorly.

The first book in the series is called Among the Dead: For Ever

For Ever? What Huh say wat?

Yes, I intended for it to be two words. Ever Torres is the main character in the story. It’s partially based on a true story. Then again, most of my stories are 😉 Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

Anywaaaay, For Ever is the first installment in the Among the Dead series, a series that chronicles the world of the Specials–humans that have special abilities. Some can shapeshift, some can start fires with their minds, some can hum The Beach Boys three octaves higher than the average person (just kidding. . .or am I?!).

I “plan” on releasing the first book from Among the Dead in October. “Plan” being the key word here. I also “planned” on releasing Wildfire, the sequel to The Chronicles of Winterset: Oracle in the Spring. Aaaand it’s still sitting on my laptop. So, yeah. I wanted to release in October because it’s my favorite month. I am a Halloween-head. I live for Halloween. Among the Dead is super creepy. I figured it’s the perfect time to release it!

Oh, here’s a teaser!

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I will be working on a book trailer for it. I’ll post up a link to watch it once it’s ready! And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! /more drumrolling! The drumroll intensifies. It’s louder. . .louder. . .LOUDER!

And, here we gooooo!

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Another Unedited Excerpt!

This excerpt comes from For Ever, the first book in my new series. I haven’t edited it. I’m going to be adding/subtracting from this particular scene later on in the writing process. For now, this will do 😀
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“Why aren’t you putting your two cents in?” Eric asked, looking over to me. The table grew quiet, and I looked at them nervously. Raiden was studying me with his green eyes. He hadn’t said anything either. Why weren’t they pestering him about it?
“I don’t have anything to say,” I cringed, biting my bottom lip. The closest I’d gotten to the deed was with Dylan, but that hadn’t ended well.
“Yeah, right! A girl as hot as you definitely has something to say about sex!” Aiden scoffed. I felt my cheeks redden. Everyone continued to stare at me.
“Well,” I cleared my throat and pulled myself together. “I think it’s weird.”
“Weird? Sex?” Owen looked at me like I was nuts. I glanced at Raiden to see him still studying me, a look of curiosity on his face.
“Well, yeah. I mean, isn’t it, like, necrophilia to have sex with you guys? You’re dead and all,” I answered. “Why would anyone want to have sex with a dead person.”
Crickets.
The table was quiet. Finally, Eric snorted loudly, laughing so hard that he shook. Everyone joined in. I looked to see Raiden smirking—actually smirking—at me, his always serious face alight with humor. It was a different look for him and made him seem younger, happier.

Everyone started talking about other things again, leaving me alone. I sat there staring down at my hands, aware of how very much I didn’t really fit in with these people. Shades. Whatever they were. They all seemed so happy and carefree, and there I was, all withdrawn and terrified. I missed my old life. I missed hanging out with Nina. I missed my mom. I even missed my stupid stuffed rabbit, Mr. Boggles.

“We aren’t really dead,” Raiden’s accented voice pulled me out of my reverie.
“Huh?” I asked, swallowing thickly and looking up at him. He’d moved from his seat and was sitting beside me now—no, towering over me—and staring down at me.
“Us,” he nodded in the direction of his laughing group who were now engrossed in more sex talk with each other. “We aren’t really dead. It can’t be necrophilia if we aren’t really dead.”
“Oh.” I breathed out nervously. “Um, then what are you?”
“Somewhere between the two,” he replied softly. His eyes flicked to mine, making me drag in a shaky breath. They were so intense—he was intense. “You can’t be dead if you’ve never lived.”
“I don’t understand,” I frowned.
“I was not born in the mortal world. I was born in the Veil. Eric and Jasmine were, too. The others, they were born like you. They’ve all been dead at some point, but were returned to life by modern procedures.”
“Like me,” I finished.
“No, not like you,” he shook his head slightly, a lock of dark hair falling across his forehead. “You are not like them.”
“But I’m not like you either,” I pointed out, searching his face for an answer.
“You, Ever, are somewhere between all of it,” he gave me a small, sad smile. This was one of our first real conversations. I didn’t want it to end. He seemed like he knew a lot more than he projected. He was always quiet, cold, withdrawn—but commanding—people running when he spoke. Now, there was a calmness to him. It was odd to see him this way.
“Raiden,” I said his name softly, nervously. His eyes wavered a bit as he stared at me, a softness to them that I’d never seen before. “I died, too. I was dead for three days in a hospital bed with a machine breathing for me. I had no brain activity. My mom-she was going to let me go,” the words tumbled out of my mouth, my eyes burning with unshed tears. I’d never really talked about my days in the hospital to anyone. It had always been something I’d joke about, pushing the feelings away.
“Then I suppose we should be grateful that she didn’t,” he gave me another small smile, his eyes showing sympathy.
“Should we?” I asked, looking down at my hands. If she’d have let me, I’d not have had to endure it all. I’d have been somewhere else, hopefully, oblivious to all of this. A tear slipped out of my eye, and I growled in anger. I hated crying and now I was doing it in front of a group of people, their hot, scary leader staring down at me.
I felt a set of warm fingers slide beneath my chin. Raiden made me look at him, the small smile now gone, the look in his eyes making my heart hammer like a drum in my chest.
“Yes,” he said softly, his green eyes sweeping my face quickly. His fingers moved from my chin and he brushed my tears away. “Don’t cry, Evie. You’re where you’re supposed to be. Trust me.” He’d never called me Evie before. I wanted to question it, but I was too frustrated.
“Where is that?” I sighed. Here? At Dementon? Alive? Half-dead? I didn’t even know what I was anymore!
“Right here,” he said evenly. “At this table. At my side. This is your place. You belong nowhere else but here, Ever.” He rose to his feet and stared down at me, any semblance of emotion in his voice or on his face now gone. He was back to scary, brooding Raiden.
“You should finish your dinner. Tonight will be hard on you. You’ll need your strength.”
“Wait. What? What’s tonight?” I asked fretfully.
“Your first hunt,” he answered, backing away from me, leaving me speechless.
My first hunt? Oh, God.

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Centuries ago, Brax committed unforgivable sins, killing his lover and himself, and to escape eternal damnation, he made a bargain with the Devil. Now immortal, he roams the earth, corrupting and collecting souls for Hell’s infernal legions in anticipation of the coming apocalypse. And he is very, very good at what he does.

When he is given the special assignment of corrupting Maggie Westbrook, a seemingly timid high school senior who also happens to be one of the Nephilim, children of angels with the purest of mortal souls, Brax believes his goal of commanding his own legion in Hell’s army is finally within his reach. Maggie isn’t just any Nephilim; she’s the lamb who will break the seals that will usher in Armageddon, and her corruption will tip the scales of that final battle towards Hell.

But he quickly finds that the job will be more difficult than he first anticipated. For one thing, he has competition in the form of the demon Corbin Black, whose powers of corruption rival his own. And Maggie is not unguarded, as the Nephilim and host of Heaven will do everything they can to stop him. Most disconcerting, though, is Maggie herself. From the moment Brax first sees her, he is drawn to her purity and innocence, and as he comes to know her, long-forgotten emotions begin to rise within him, emotions he hasn’t felt for centuries…

While Testimony is an epic story of good and evil battling for control of an innocent soul, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, it’s also the more personal story of a deeply flawed man trying as hard as he can to overcome the devastating sins of his past and find true love and redemption.

This book contains mature themes, violence, drug use, drinking, and sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised.

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The Secret Life of Death: An Unedited Excerpt!

This is an unedited excerpt from my newest book, The Secret Life of Death: The Reaper. I’m aware of how much editing it needs. That was part of what I was doing with it today. I was trying to read the book again to see what has to be done. That being said, I’ve done absolutely nothing to edit it because, well, I got tied up reading it. I made some notes on things that need to be addressed. I was more concerned with the story flowing than the editing errors.

Anyway, I thought I’d share it!

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Prologue

Katie Foster.

Her name was still on my lips as I looked below to the trodden down city of Detroit from my perch atop One Detroit Center. She had been everything to me: My best friend, my love, my life. I thought everything about her had been wonderful, right down to the way she would sometimes let out a little hum while she slept.

I pushed her beautiful blonde hair and smile from my mind and took an unneeded deep breath as my target came into view. My inhuman eyesight zeroed in on a smartly dressed balding man with a slightly soft midsection, and the brunette on his arm, both laughing like lovers often do. I shook my head in disgust at them and stepped off the ledge and let gravity pull me towards them, the speed of the fall pulling the unnecessary air from my lungs, the wind whipping through my shaggy black hair.

I landed behind them soundlessly and rose from my bended knee and glided into the backseat of the man’s Mercedes without a soul noticing me. I watched as the brunette, his young and very attractive secretary, placed her hand suggestively on his thigh. A nerve near his eye twitched and he licked his lips in anticipation as he pushed the pedal down hard and the expensive luxury sedan lurched forward in excitement.

The man drove well out of the city and I leaned back in my seat and listened as his secretary giggled and continued rubbing his thigh, her hands roaming dangerously close to the point of no return. I rolled my eyes as she leaned in and began planting gentle kisses on his neck. A bead of sweat appeared on his shiny head and his breathing picked up as his eyes flicked hungrily to her taking in the shape of her breasts and full lips.

I shook my head and looked away as I waited for the perfect opportunity to carry out my work. I allowed my mind to drift back to Katie, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in deeply remembering her sweet scent. Remembering her lies, her eyes when I caught her with him, the way they flashed not in regret at being with him, but in regret at being caught. I remembered the flash of headlights, my hand bearing down hard on the throttle of my motorcycle as I pushed it harder, eager to meet Death. I remembered the pain, all of it, right down to the last breath that I didn’t bother to struggle taking.

The car suddenly lurched to a stop causing me to snap my attention back to the occupants. We had pulled down a forgotten side road lined with trees that were bathed in their brilliant fall colors and the man eagerly leaned over and began kissing his secretary, his hands pushing her already too short black skirt up higher on her creamy thighs. I clenched my fists furiously as I noticed a flyer in the backseat at my feet for a dance recital for his young daughter. Sacrificing the trust of the ones who loved him for a quick, easy piece of ass.

Just like Katie.

I plunged my hand through the back of his seat without a moment of hesitation and curled my fist around his beating heart. I felt it stutter within my hand and I watched as the look of shock crossed his eyes as he clutched at his heart attack. His secretary screamed and grasped at him, her voice shrill from her cries. I squeezed tighter and he wheezed out closing his eyes one final time.

I pulled my hand from his chest and tried to ignore the high-pitched screams coming from his secretary as she clawed at him in fright. I chuckled when his dead body fell forward and pinned her to her leather seat, her red lipstick smeared across her face, her eyes frantic and terrified. I looked over and rolled my eyes as the man suddenly appeared beside me in the backseat, his brow furrowed in confusion as he stared mutely at his dead body.

“Come on. I don’t have all day to sit here and listen to her scream,” I grumbled, flicking my thumb in her direction.

“Am I dead?” the man asked, staring dumbly at his slumped over body in the front seat.

“What do you think?” I muttered.

“I can’t be dead! I have my daughter’s recital, and it’s my wife’s and my anniversary next week-,”

“Oh please!” I spat at him. I slid through the car door and the man immediately appeared at my side and dropped to his knees begging me to listen to him.

“Please! I can’t be dead!” he pleaded, his eyes misting over in tears.

“Like any of it matters,” I kicked him away from me. “You were cheating on your wife with your secretary. I doubt you gave a shit about your anniversary or your daughter’s recital.”

“I made a mistake! I can change! I promise! Just give me another chance! Please, God!” he begged breathlessly, grabbing frantically at my legs.

“I don’t give second chances. You had it all and you blew it. There’s nothing I can do about it so get off your knees and stop praying at me. I’m not your God, and even if I were, I’d still not give you another chance based on the things I just witnessed.” I snarled disgustedly at his quivering, begging form.

“My wife. She-she’s going to find out about Becky. Please! I don’t want to be remembered like that! I made a horrible mistake!”

“Sorry. Can’t help you,” I turned away from him as he pounded his fists into the cold ground and wept. I pulled a small black device called a scythe from my pocket and hit a button on the side.

“Jobs done. Come get him. He’s driving me nuts,” I growled into the small mic.

I was greeted with a deep chuckle, and I rolled my eyes. Figured that Louie would be hauling today.

“What’s wrong, Asher? Bad day?” Louie’s voice came from the Other Side.

“Just get here,” I sighed as I heard Louie laugh again and click his box off.

He was on the way which meant I’d be free of the balding man-child in front of me soon.

 

“What will happen to me?” the man at my feet asked in defeat, his gray eyes flicking up to me in fear, the question reminding me of a time not long ago.

“I’m only a Reaper. I don’t deal with tossing people into the lake or letting them through the gates,” I answered dryly, looking down at his tear streaked face.

“You’re Death,” he whispered as a statement, not a question. I nodded once and looked past him as Louie appeared through a swirling vortex of color.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Louie asked nonchalantly, looking from me to the man at my feet. It wasn’t unusual to have a soul kneeling in front of me begging me for more time.

“It’s going,” I drawled, bored. I looked over as I heard sirens approaching. Becky must have called for help.

“You lead such an exciting afterlife, Asher. What do you think?” Louie asked looking down at the shaking man again.

“He won’t give me another chance,” the man whispered sadly, his hands trembling. I shook my head in disbelief at Louie who chuckled again, his white blonde hair falling across his angelic face.

“What makes you think you deserve one?” Louie inquired, looking over to where Becky now stood, her long brown hair spilling messily over her shoulders, her eyes red from crying. The paramedics had removed the man’s body from the car and were attempting CPR on him.

“I have a family,” the man said sadly through a choked sob.

“A family you seemed to have forgotten about as you stuck your tongue down young Becky’s throat,” I pointed out. The man opened and closed his mouth several times before answering.

“Haven’t you ever made a mistake?” the man wept, his voice wavering.

“Yeah, Asher! Haven’t you ever made a mistake?” Louie echoed innocently, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.

“Take him and get the hell out of here,” I grumbled, knowing exactly what Louie was getting at. Louie grinned at me and lifted the man to his feet in one fluid motion.

“Come on. We better go. No sense in pissing Death off even more. Hate to see him go on a killing spree,” Louie joked, his eyes shining with mischief. He really enjoyed irritating me. He reached over and gave my arm a soft punch.

“Call me if you need me,” he grinned, and with a motion of his hand, the vortex grew larger and began to dance with the brilliant light from Beyond. He pushed the man through and gave me a cheery wave as he disappeared to the Other Side.

I turned as they faded away and stared as the paramedics put the man’s body in a bag and began loading him into the ambulance. A golden leaf fell to my feet, and I shook my head sadly.

“Quia ego consumam cunctas incipit,”I whispered turning my back on the ambulance as the paramedics closed the door.

Life isn’t hard. Being Death, now that’s hard.

 

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