City
of the Gods: The Betrayal (Book 2)
Release
date: March 20, 2014
Centuries ago, Damian was betrayed by his best
friend, his fiancé, and the Gods of his civilization. He vowed vengeance
against them all. He studied and mastered the dark arts. All he needed after
that was patience.
Damian’s ex, Vivian, now feels like her world is
crashing down around her. His curse is threatening her brother Tristan’s life.
The only way to save him is to trust a stranger who saved her from a fate worse
than death.
Marcus had no idea saving Vivian’s life would put
him in the middle of an ancient battle between good and evil. All he has to do
is figure out which side he’s fighting for.
Excerpt
Vivian sat on a large rock
positioned slightly above the river and dangled her legs over the water. She
began to meditate, staring into the clear river water. The meditation felt good
for her mind and body after the past twenty-four hours’ stresses. Her eyelids
grew heavy and she allowed herself a moment to drift to sleep. Her mind
wandered from her present danger to Tristan and her hopes of saving him. She
was dreaming of Sabine when she heard her voice from far away. Vivian searched
for her in her dreams until it occurred to her that Sabine wasn’t speaking to
her in her mind, but in reality. She opened her reluctant eyes to see Sabine
standing over her. Vivian smiled, stood, and embraced her. Tears welled up as
Sabine returned the hug. Vivian felt happier, as if a burden had been lifted
from her. She wiped away a stray tear and stepped back to regard Sabine.
“I’m so happy you’re here. You
wouldn’t believe what’s happened to me in the last twenty-four hours.” For the
first time, Vivian took in Sabine’s expression. It was one of surprise and
sadness. She gave Sabine a questioning look. “What’s the matter?”
“Vivian…this is not a good
visit,” Sabine said. Vivian felt her heart drop into her stomach. Vivian
naturally assumed she had failed and Tristan was dead. She took a moment to get
a grip on her emotions before she responded to Sabine’s statement.
“What happened? I thought Tristan
had enough time for me to gather more herbs to help him. This is my fault. I
should have been back last night, but we were attacked by a renegade warlock,
and then we had to find our way out of a cave. I almost drowned in this stupid
river and now I’m freezing to death while Marcus tries to find the way back to
my car. I’m so sorry…” Vivian trailed off. She couldn’t stop the tears from
spilling down her face. Sabine stepped forward and placed a hand on Vivian’s
shoulder.
“Tristan’s fine for now. I’m not
here because of him. I’m here because of you. What happened? Who’s Marcus?
What’s going on?” Sabine asked. Vivian rushed through the events that had taken
place. Sabine shook her head.
“Wait, you’re here for me? Why?”
Vivian asked, thoroughly confused. Sabine glanced behind her then back into
Vivian’s eyes. Vivian suddenly understood why Sabine was with her and
hesitantly looked behind her. Laying on the large rock above the river was
Vivian’s body. Her face was pale and there was blood staining the rock under
her head. Vivian’s knees gave out and she dropped to the ground next to her
body.
“No…,”she whispered and shook her
head in defiance. “This can’t be happening. I’m not dead.”
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Author
Bio:
I live in southwest
Missouri with my husband of 15 years and our three children. I work as an
administrative assistant during the week. Now I get to add published author to
my list of roles I play in life.
Being
an author was not my first career choice. In my younger years I wanted to be a
dancer, but dance lessons are expensive. I also wanted to be Dolly Parton from
The Best Little Whore House in Texas. I could really belt out Itty Bitty Piss
Ant Country Place, just ask my parents former neighbors.
After
a slew of other interesting job choices, I just couldn’t shake the writing bug
I picked up in high school. I started writing poetry and still write a poem
whenever inspiration hits me. I also love to read, especially paranormal
romances and urban fantasies. The love of reading is what spawned the desire to
try my hand as writing a novel of my very own.
I
love creating the characters and giving them their own personalities and
voices. I have also come to enjoy writing fight scenes. The hubster (the wonderful man that he is)
will act them out with me so I know exactly how I need to show it to the
audience. Call us crazy if you like, but it’s really fun to act out a scene
using a broom handle as a spear and a foam baseball bat as an axe.