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Distractions and Snippets

I’ve been working on Veiled Hearts or Veiled Hearts Revealed. I’m still bouncing around those two possible titles for the third book in my Veil Series. There is also the question of, since this is going to be a short story or novella, is it really book 3 or is it more book 2.5? These are just two of the random thoughts bouncing around my head and are not really helpful when trying to write.

The last week and a half has been full of distractions. The kind of distractions that don’t allow for sticking your head in the sand. Nope, the ostrich method was not an option…and I don’t mind telling you how much that sucked.

Every day I get a little more written. Not as much as I would like, but every word on the page is one more than was there before. Anyway, I thought I’d give you a brief, unedited, subject to change, snippet of Celine and Coipeail’s story. I’m not going to do a lot of these snippets for this story because it is going to be shorter than a full length book. This sneak peek is from chapter 1.

The Veil Book 2.5/3

Through the panes of beveled glass, the first streams of the morning’s light pierced the darkness of her room, cutting a swath between the twin curtains fluttering on the current of the wind flowing through the open window. A new day was about to begin. Lying beneath a multi-colored comforter, Celine found she no longer looked forward to uncovering new discoveries, but the day and her employees didn’t care about her current melancholy. The minutes and hours would continue to tick ever forward. Her staff had expectations that she would continue to garner business to ensure their healthy paychecks padded their pockets and checking accounts. She was needed, and yet…she wasn’t.

Raising her hands, she scrubbed her face, and groaned. “Alright, Celine. Enough of this pity party. Get your ass out of bed and get going.”

Her body and mind still at war about leaving the warmth of her bed, she laid there a bit longer until the fullness of her bladder, making itself known, settled the argument of whether or not to get moving. She threw back the covers and shivered as her feet made contact with the cold wood floor. Hurrying to the bathroom connected to her room, Celine’s ears listened in vain for sounds of her cousin, Daria, moving around, even though she knew she wasn’t here. Daria wasn’t even in the same realm, which just made the silence in the house that much louder. Shaking her head, Celine tapped down the maudlin feelings threatening to rise within her chest, and got on with the business answering the call of nature.

Stepping out of her room, the scent of freshly brewed coffee tickled her nose. “Thank the gods for whoever inspired the person who made programmable coffee makers.” © Jolanthe Aleksander 2108

Until next  week…Happy Reading!

~Jolanthe~

 

 

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NY – kill me know

I just realized I missed posting yesterday. I spent the evening trying to wrap a WIP that’s coming due SOON. Because being left to finish my task is simply not part of the agenda around here, I spend the last of the evening fighting with the youngest about college. hooray.

I have covers to reveal yet, and things to share, but as I’m running late…here’s a little piece of the WIP. It’s unedited and I’m sorry ’bout that. Crossing my everythings that next week posting goes smoother.

love & light

From Black Guard
(the counterpoint story to Rogue)

I know it was fortunate that I was fighting alongside the king that moment. The Demspay war was well into its sixth or seventh century then.  Only Tonnemar could defend so many. He risked everything to become that day, exposing himself as a true Dragon before the entire host of opponents on the battlefield. Not only that, but in Dragon form, his mark was easily seen. He was not only a true Dragon, but he was the King. He might as well have painted a target on his back. But, even knowing the risks, he did not hesitate. As I and a handful of others watched on, he laid waste to scores of opponents, clearing a path for our escape. How many of us were saved from the killing blows that could easily have come by our compromised positions, I never stopped to count then. Today, I count one, me.

 

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~