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Snippet of WIP

It’s a cold morning…brrrrr…..

Personally, I think the cold weather slows the blood and caffeine flow to my brain. I know you’re thinking…don’t you have heat in your home? The answer to that is yes…yes, I do. But your logical question has absolutely nothing to do with my theory why forming coherent thoughts and sentences this morning isn’t working so well for me. lol

That being said…I thought I’d share a snippet from a WIP that has the working title of Unexpected Treasure (subject to change) This snippet is unedited and also subject to change. As of right now, there is no release date, because it’s not even the story I’m suppose to be working on, but was the one demanding attention this past weekend. lol One MUST obey the Muse lest she decide to give you the silent treatment when you need her most, and that’s never a good thing.

So here you go…

“My apologies,” he started, releasing his hold on her coffee, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Um, no problem.” She responded, though she was pretty sure that wouldn’t have been the case if her keyboard had been bathed in the yummy caffeinated goodness of her turtle latte. “Thanks for the quick save.”

“It was the least I could do,” he responded, his voice tinged with an accent that sounded Scottish, or maybe Irish.

Shaela picked up her drink, bringing the plastic lid to her lips, not only to moisten her mouth, but to keep it from gaping open at the smooth-as-butter tone of his voice.

“I don’t mean to intrude, more than I already have…” he smiled down at her sheepishly, “but would you mind if I sat with you?” He swept out his arm towards the front of the coffee shop, “It seems to be a full house today.”

Shaela leaned to the side, peering around his tall body, to see his assessment of the crowd was right. She’d rarely, if ever, invited strangers to sit with her. In fact, she usually made it a habit to look engrossed enough in what she was doing that those who were looking for an empty seat were hesitant to disturb her concentration. It wasn’t that she was a snob, she just wasn’t a big fan of small talk. She got enough of that at work. Sighing, she sat back in her seat and smiled up at the charming stranger who had just saved her laptop from certain doom. Leaning over to remove her bag from the unoccupied chair, she replied to his question, “Of course.”

The scrape of the chair legs across the tile floor was barely heard over the cacophony of voices, music, and whirring of various coffee machines that had mere minutes ago been nothing but white noise, and was now a battering ram to her ears. Taking a sip from her cup, she fought to keep her brow from wrinkling in annoyance from having her peaceful interlude interrupted, even if it was by a handsome stranger with a mega-watt smile invading her space.
©Jolanthe Aleksander 2017

Until next week…Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

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Another Thursday Another Snippet

In the previous snippets, we’ve seen exchanges between all the characters but the *whispers* villian….Dramorion. So to shut him up so I can enjoy my coffee in peace, here is a sneak peek at how Dramorion is doing.

Remember…this is unedited and subject to change.

Dramorion’s body ached. No, he decided. Ache was to tame a word for what he was feeling. He hurt. His mind was still swimming in the dark abyss, but there was a glimmer light above him that hadn’t been there before. He had also become slightly more aware of his form. Was his endless torture coming to an end?

He pushed and clawed his way towards the brightness overhead, fighting against the currents wrapping around his limbs and neck trying to drag him back down into the darkness. His muscles burned with the effort. His heart pounded in his chest and echoed in his ears. Inch by inch, the darkness receded with the growing brightness of the light. Chest heaving, he reached out a hand, grasping for something to hold on to, lest he fall back down into the inky depths of pain.

The fugue state of his mind burned away beneath the expanding illumination burning his eyes, accompanied with the memory of a prophesy heralding the new era for the Fae with the progeny of the King and his chosen Queen, which spurred him on. He had failed in his attempt to rid the universe of Verisiel over a millennium ago. He would not fail again. Gathering his waning strength, Dramorion squeezed his eyes shut and made a final lunge for the surface.
The Veiled Path to Destiny~The Veil Book 2©Jolanthe Aleksander

Until next week…Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

Teaser Thursday

Remember that light in the tunnel I told you about a couple of posts ago? Well it’s getting brighter! WooHoo!

That being said…I thought I’d share another unedited snippet from The Veiled Path to Destiny~The Veil Book 2, with you.

“I love the reaction your body has when I pay attention to that particular spot.” Iauron whispered in her ear, his hands skimming up the sides of her torso to cup her breasts. His thumbs brushed across swollen peaks of her nipples pushing at the cloth of her shirt. “Now this is a glorious sight.” She gasped as his fingers and thumb tweaked the sensitive buds only to release them and take a step back.

An incredulous expression across her features, Daria spun around to face Iauron. “Where are you going?”

A knowing smirk curved the corners of his mouth. A teasing gleam shimmered in his blue eyes. “Exploring of course.” Holding a hand out to her, he started walking backwards. “Are you coming?’

Daria glared at Iauron. The amusement radiating off of him had her gritting her teeth. “Fine.” She grumbled, bending down to pick up her discarded sweater.

“Leave it.” Iauron uttered, stalling her reach.

“I might need it if it gets cold.” She argued.

“I promise to keep you warm should you catch a chill.”

Daria walked towards him. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.” Daria warned, placing her much smaller hand onto his.

Iauron raised her hand to his mouth, “Trust me to see to your every need, mo chroí.” He beseeched her, brushing the back of her fingers with his lips. Tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, he winked at her. “Come, lass. We have much to see and much to do.”

“You’re awfully bossy, you do know that, right?” Daria asked, falling into step with him.

“Consider it one of the perks of being King.”

She shook her head. “Tell me another perk.”

Continuing to hold her hand against his arm and walk, Iauron looked down at her. All joviality left his face. “Claiming you as my Queen once again.”

Feeling the flush heat up her cheeks, Daria tore her gaze from his soul piercing one and scraped her teeth across her bottom lip. “I don’t know what say to that.” She confessed.

Iauron halted their walk an stood in front of her. Lifting her chin with his free hand, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Fret not about a responding, little one.” He replaced his lips on her brow with his forehead, and stared into her eyes. “It is but a truth that needs neither acknowledgment nor a response. It just simply is.”
The Veiled Path to Destiny~The Veil Book 2©Jolanthe Aleksander

Until next week…Happy Reading!
~Jolanthe~

F3 Friday – Go!

Margaret’s tale (the first part anyway) has been out for nearly 60 days now…Have you read it? Let’s make this glorious friday an interactive one so I can go enjoy Beltane eh?
Wherever you see this post, on the blog or one of the reprint posts…please share what your favorite part of The Red Queen was, or if you haven’t consumed it yet, what you are hoping for in the tale.

Go!