BLOOD SONG Rough Draft Complete!

Written today; this is as Real as it gets Readers:

Liberty for the Were.

Peace for Blood Singers.

Julia lay sleeping in the arms of the man that was meant for her as enemies closed in from all sides and she dreamed about her future with the one male who truly protected her....

Final Chapter Tomorrow: The Melody of SONG Continues!

Another Real Time Excerpt written today!

August 23

They struck simultaneously: the Were and vampire taking what had been given in error, the Healer neutralizing the damage as it was laid.

When the Combatant whose blood was called strongest laid his hands on the Queen of Singers, light burst from the huddle of supernaturals, casting a brightness like the sun that none could look upon.

Every being save one threw an arm over their eyes against the glare....

The Tune of SONG Continues:

Real Time Readers!

Written August 22

Julia gave a low moan and Cynthia heard it. They stared at each other for a moment and Cynthia frowned, a low hum starting near her sternum. As if under a compulsion she did not understand Cynthia got closer to Jules and took both her hands.

Heat poured out of her as soon as she made contact with more than just a handshake, both her hands gripped around Julia's.

William landed near the women, giving a single caw that could be felt in the chests of all that stood.

Calling the other vampire like a dinner bell....

Countdown to SONG Begins Here!

*Real Time* Readers! Catch a new excerpt a day as they're written:

Written Aug. 20

Irene looked at him for a moment, weighing his words carefully while lighting another cigarette with her trusty Bic. “Yeah, I gotta worry. I live here. My family's always lived here. We'll live here after you stir up that hornet's nest and they need somebody to sting. Who do ya think that'll be? Eh?”

Truman's excitement over the bone being found gathered a sense of unease at the edges. He'd take all the heat that could be dished but he didn't want to share the entree of danger with innocents.

He stared at a bedraggled Irene, rode hard and put away wet, long miles and time etched on her face like an unfortunate roadmap of land-locked isolation in a community that harbored danger.

“Don't worry M'am, the trail won't lead back to you. I give you my word.”

Karl Truman remembered her words with a ringing clarity now, they'd wormed into the fabric of his memories perfectly.

“It could be more than your vow, officer. Much more.” Irene had not said those words in a thoughtful way.

She'd uttered them like a certain promise....

*Real Time* Readers! SONG is Singing!

It's time Readers! This is the part of my book when the story rolls down the hill of completion like a delicious spiral. I am currently writing the last third of SONG and everything is coming together seamlessly. Super-excited and I wanted to share the finish of my chapter I wrote yesterday below. 

Written Aug. 16

Julia was aware of Cyn screaming behind her, the flap of bird's wings were sounding a roar in her ears, warm fur pressed against her body, muscled arms hauled her against a massive body and all the while the glitter fell over her like a shroud.

Of snow.

Blown by a mouth so red it looked like blood.

Julia closed her eyes.

And slept.

While her protectors wept.

New SONG Excerpt Here!

Can Alaskan cop Karl Truman help Cyn help herself? Can they find Julia in time?

Check out Truman workin' his magic HERE