Here’s the new cover for Magick! Let me know what you think!
Here’s the new cover for Magick! Let me know what you think!
It’s been too long, I know. I apologize for it, but Magick hit a few roadblocks. Regardless, I’m expecting to finish it tonight and get it to the editor! I’ll be entering it into the Kindle Scout promo before it get’s published. I wanted to give you a little taste in the meantime 🙂 Enjoy!
I oriented myself in the room. I was back in the same place I had been the last time I visited, and had a clear view of the two of them talking. Although instead of Charles being chained up, this time there was a man and woman chained. From the blood soaking their bodies, I had a feeling they were dinner. My stomach did a slow roll, even disembodied as I was.
“Is she ready? Do you think she’ll be able to handle it?” Charles asked Padraigan.
Padraigan leveled a look at Charles, a smirk playing about his generous mouth.
“Do you doubt my training? My powers of persuasion?” He may have worn a smirk, but his voice was ice.
I watched Charles duck his head, a submissive gesture if there ever was one. I guess if I was a sadistic vampire’s lackey, I’d be submissive too. Well, no. Not really. I probably would have already been eliminated.
“Forgive me, I meant no disrespect. It’s just a…delicate situation, considering what happened the last time she went up against one of their group.”
They had to be talking about Gemma. None of us had been visited by a female vampire other than Gemma, so they must be planning a return engagement. That’s ok. I relished the thought of beating down that bitch.
Padraigan paced the room like a tiger, all sinewy grace and caged ferocity. I could feel his rage simmering below the surface, driving his movements. He really was an impressive man. Too bad he was a psychopathic douche bag.
“She’ll do what’s being asked of her, regardless of what happened the last time she dealt with one of them. Very soon, they’ll all be dead, and I can go back to enjoying my life without that troublemaker working to destroy our lineage.” Padraigan snarled as he walked over to the woman. He bent down to look in her eyes.
“My poppet, you understand my needs, don’t you?” He asked the terrified woman, his voice almost a croon. She looked up at him with frightened eyes, tears having cut tracks through the blood on her face.
“Please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She begged, her voice hoarse, from screaming I guessed. My heart went out to her. Once I got back, I’d try my damndest to get her out of this hell hole.
Padraigan frowned at her, displeased with her response, and casually reached out and sliced her cheek open with his thumbnail. He straightened and licked her blood off his thumb as the women started crying hysterically.
“Where did all this romance go that surrounded vampires since Stoker painted such a pretty picture of us? You would think she’d be grateful.” He cast another disdainful glance at the woman and then turned his attention back to Charles.
“Once they’re gone Sir, I’ll become one of you, yes? Like we agreed?” Charles asked eagerly, casting his own glance at the man chained against the wall opposite the woman.
“Yes, yes, of course. Although Charles, it does seem that you’re doubting me again and I can’t have that.” A flash of lightening hit Charles in the upper arm and Charles was flung back against the wall by the force. I flinched as well, as he landed dangerously close to where I was observing. Being a sorcerer, he might have been able to feel my presence if he had gone through me.
“I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t doubt you!” Charles threw his hands up as Padraigan moved closer to him. Padraigan crouched down in front of him, his head cocked to the side. It made him look like a viper ready to strike.
“It’s getting very tedious listening to your mewling. You are practically worthless to me, yet I keep you around. Remember that Charles, the next time you decide to voice your inner doubts. Only my good graces keep you alive.” His voice was low but venomous, and I felt a tinge of fear for the first time since I arrived in the room. This creature was pure evil. If I believed in the Devil, I would say he was the physical embodiment of Satan.
I watched as he straightened up, so I shifted slightly out of the way. I still didn’t know if my first visit to him was just a connected dream or true astral projection but he knew then that I was there. However, he didn’t sense me the last time I was in this room, so I felt relatively safe, if cautious.
Safety is often an illusion we trick ourselves into.
Padraigan’s head swiveled in my direction, and I became still. He couldn’t be looking at me. No way.
“Well, well. An eavesdropper.”
Oh shit. Oh shit. He knew I was there.
Sent off three chapters today, so that’s exciting 🙂 I admit, this one is going slowly, probably because it’s a transition book. I’ve never written a transition story before, so I haven’t *quite* gotten down the nuances and the flow of it. Plus, I want to make sure that it’s the best that I can write, and not just put out sub-standard fair, which the last manuscript WAS.
I just wanted to drop a line, give ya’ll updates, let you know that I’m still plugging away at Magick! Oh, there is so much more I know I wanted to say, but I totally forgot what it was. Something wise and motivational, but for the life of me, I can’t recall it. Oh, the vagaries of getting older!
So, I had my vampire, but I needed his mate. What kind of woman would attract a vampire? Quirky ingenue? Brunette bombshell? Nah, not my girl. I wanted a brainy, independent loner who was absorbed by her career. A woman who had no need for male companionship. A woman consumed by finding an answer.
Gareth was already working on XP in my mind, so I thought to myself that this was the best way to bring them together. Through research. But why was Anna searching so hard for a cure for XP? Because her mother had XP and died from it. And then other tragic things happened. I don’t want to give it all away…
Anna is young, she’s self-sufficient, but she is essentially a hermit. She has no friends, by her own choice, she doesn’t have long-lasting relationships, and she never opens herself up to experiences. She loves the lab, loves the research, and loves the act of discovery, although she has no desire for the spotlight.
She’s pretty much isolated herself, so the thing that breaks her out of that shell had to be pretty amazing. Especially since she wasn’t looking to move out of her comfort zone. To me, only love and instant attraction can burst that bubble!
I hope you enjoy Gareth and Anna’s story, because they are wonderful people to get to know! More on the rest of the trilogy later…
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When her marriage to a prominent Boston surgeon collapses, Abby Stanford heads west, back to her roots and her future. She goes back to heal and rebuild her life, complete her law degree, and become a champion for the environment, as she always dreamed.
She didn’t dream on running into Logan Mackinnon.
Logan is a man of the land, of few words, and the perfect antidote to Abby’s wounded heart and pride. But is her heart ready for love again? Will Logan’s honor let him pursue a woman who is still reeling from a love lost?
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m taking over her blog. Who am I? I’m Teagan Callahan, pleased to meet you! If you don’t know who I am, I’m the woman that Teresa is currently writing about in Magick. I’m new to this blogging thing, so cut me some slack, please. I saw some of her posts, and I figured it’s just a place to talk about yourself and put it out in the blogosphere…bloggersphere….whatever.
So about me: I’m a witch, and I am secretly in love with a sorcerer (which, if you tell anyone, I will turn you into a toad. Okay, maybe not a toad, but I can make you bray like a donkey. Okay, not even that. Just don’t say anything, ok?), and in my world, that’s a big no-no. My best friend Harley likes him in a purely platonic way (she has the hots for Damien, who’s a werewolf and hiding something. Obviously, it’s not the fact that he’s a werewolf), so I guess it’s not all bad, but I always thought sorcerers were douchebags of the highest order. They think their sh…their feces don’t stink and are so arrogant that I want to gag.
But Noah…Noah is something else. He’s cocky, or confident, I haven’t decided which yet, but I know he’s under my skin. Which I never let happen. And I don’t know how to feel about it. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I don’t care how cliche that sounds, it’s true. It makes me…squirmy. Uncomfortable, but in a good way. I think. Gah! We got off to a VERY rocky start, arguing all the time, bouncing insults off each other like we were tennis rackets and our words were the ball…but man, under the frustration and annoyance, he made me feel alive! And then…he kissed me. Just laid one on me, and I melted. I held it together physically, but inside I was a hot mess…
Aw crap, I hear her coming. Gotta go, peace!
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