IN BETWEEN DAYS BLOG HOP
I’m never at a loss for what to do during Thanksgiving. Nor do I have a problem filling my days from Christmas to New Year’s Day. But what about the DAYS IN BETWEEN? Now, that’s another story. Well, Liz Crowe decided to have an In Between Days Blog Hop so I thought to myself that it would fit in perfectly with what I like to do- write lots of great stories! Speaking of stories, I think THIS year, I’ll spend the In-between Days READING all the fantastic stories I’ve collected but haven’t had a chance to read.
I’m also going to be busy with a project near and dear to my heart. Trinity has been chosen as Decadent Publishing’s Read for a Cure Book for November! What exactly does that mean?
Well, for you, it means you can purchase a fantastic paranormal romance AND do some charity work all with a click of a finger! For Decadent Publishing, it means that all publisher profits from the sale of TRINITY during November will be donated to the American Cancer Society!AND, anyone who purchases TRINITY during November and emails me proof of purchase, will receive Brethren Beginnings, Volume 1, for FREE! (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Relay For Life is the flagship fundraiser for the American Cancer Society and provides funding for cancer research and programs to assist cancer patients and their families. For more details, please click on the button to the left and visit Decadent Publishing’s Relay for Life Page…
And NOW, for your reading pleasure…
Trinity, A Brethren Novel
One way or another, terror will reign tonight. School teacher and single mom, Emma Livingston, has been through hell—and back so she thinks. While dealing with the night terrors and active imagination of her five-year old daughter, Hannah, she attempts to lead a normal life. That is, until the demon from those nightmares pays her a visit, too, and threatens both of their lives. Desperate, she reaches out for help—and finds Michael waiting.
Michael D’Angelo is known to everyone in Prophet’s Point, Arizona, as their loving elementary school principal. But to The Brethren, he is the most powerful Protector. Immortal and angelic does not mean he’s without doubts or fears, as protecting Emma and Hannah from Evil tests his ability to fight his tortured past.
As the Trinity is formed, ancient secrets are revealed and faith is tested. When a prophecy is exposed, Hannah becomes the main target and Emma wonders if a normal life will ever be possible again. Hope is like an anchor, but can a mother, her daughter, and an angel overcome the evil determined to annihilate the world?
A blood-curdling scream shattered the peaceful silence of the wee hours. She roused, instantly alert. Her soul, rocked by the echoing scream, seized up like a blown car engine.
“Ow! Son of a bitch!” Emma swore under her breath. She kicked aside the inconsiderate Malibu Barbie. “Hannah, I’m coming! Mama’s coming!”
Her stomach roiled at the terror and desperation in her daughter’s panic-stricken voice echoing through the hallway.
“I won’t go! I won’t go! No! I’ll never let you take me! I won’t do it! You can’t make me do it! Mama! Help me! Mama!”
Well hell, this is something new. Usually, when Hannah was having one of her nightmares, she shrieked until Emma talked her out of it and put her back to sleep. Now she’s talking in her nightmare, too? Completely at a loss, she raked her hands through her hair as she rushed to her daughter, writhing on the bed.
“Hannah, I’m here. You’re okay. Mama’s here. Wake up, honey. Sweetie? Mama’s here.” She repeated these phrases like a mantra, trying to keep her voice as calm and soothing as possible. But who was she kidding? This newly added dimension of these nightmares was sending her over the deep end herself. She hoped her little one couldn’t sense it.
“Mama! He’s got me! Save me, Mama!” Hannah pleaded in a frenzy of emotion. It looked as though something was tugging on her arms and she was trying to pull them back. And her eyes were open.
Crap! She’s never had her eyes open before, either. What the hell was going on?
She sat next to her jerking body and waved a hand in front of her face. Hannah looked at and then past her, as though there really was someone else in the room—someone seated right next to her. Crap, crap, crap! As she turned to look beside her, she saw a hint of a shadow, but then figured it to be her own. Get a hold of yourself.
“Honey, wake up. It’s only a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Hannah looked back again at her, and foretold in a chilling tone, “I’ll never be safe, Mama. Not anymore.”
©Deena Remiel, 2010.
AND NOW BACK TO THE HOP! CLICK ON THE BUTTON BELOW and FOLLOW THE LINKY LINK. YOU’LL BE ABLE TO GO TO ALL THE AUTHORS’ BLOGS WHO ARE INVOLVED IN THIS FUN HOP! ENJOY!