Snippet from Havoc’s Story

I’m gonna try to post early (unedited) snippets from Havoc’s story. Please keep in mind that the book isn’t anywhere near finished. : )

When I returned to my living form, everyone in the pack was four years older. Victor was twenty-four. That’s like ancient, right? Positively archaic. Might as well stake out your grave site. And all the guys treated me like a kid. Defiance in particular was nigh intolerable. Actually, Defiance has always been intolerable now that I think about it.

But it was not cool that nobody took me seriously. I feel like that’s been common theme that has dogged me throughout my entire lifetime. It’s like they’re all, “Don’t listen to Havoc. He couldn’t possibly have anything useful to say.”

Yeah, thanks a lot guys.

And in a lot of ways, the girls were even worse. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be a testosterone-fueled sixteen-year-old living with a bunch of hot chicks who treat you like you’re some kind of puppy? They couldn’t look past my age and see the cool and irresistible stud that was otherwise known as Havoc Greystone. What’s more, none of them wanted to play Parcheesi anymore! Which meant I wasn’t getting any kisses.

But kisses or no kisses, I was still the master…in the kitchen. And when it came to my cooking, all of the pack lasses were still gasping for it.

Update on the Greystone Series

I currently have almost 10,000 words for Havoc’s story. That’s really good progress, considering I wrote almost all of them this weekend. I’m going to try to post more excerpts earlier on during the writing process. Here’s a ridiculously small snippet that opens the book:

Sixteen’s a great age. I should know, I’ve been sixteen for the last eight-hundred-odd years. And after returning to my living form at the end of all those centuries, I turned around almost right away and spent another four in stone. I did it so I could be Sophie’s age when she turned sixteen.

And that came about because I promised to take her to prom.

When I made the vow, she was really sick. And the docs at the hospital felt like she wasn’t trying to get better. So I hoped my promise would give her something to look forward to. I don’t know if it helped, but she did get better.

And I was all like mission accomplished, right?

After that, I went stone and waited out the next several years. Because I always keep my promises. Or at least always whenever I can. I can only remember one time in my life when I wasn’t able to follow through on a vow.

And that one still bothers me.

Thank you!

Thanks to all who are still leaving reviews after eight books! You guys make my day and keep me writing.

One more book to go! I have some great ideas for Havoc’s story. As I’m sure all of you have guessed, Rafe Olander will play a major role in the last book. And don’t forget he has that bottle of gargoyle venom that was pumped out of Force. I’m sure he could use that to cause trouble for the Greystone Pack.

It’s up!

Courage’s story is available at Amazon. (Honestly, I hope you guys have something better to do on New Year’s Eve). But either way, it’s up!

I’m currently working on other versions.

BOOK EIGHT: COURAGE

Okay, I just published the story at Amazon. They say it can take as long as 12 hours to appear but it usually pops up in a couple of hours. Now I have to go work on the other versions like B&N and Apple etc.

I hope you guys like this addition to the series. I’m not very confident about it. But I promise the next one will be better!

Here’s the cover!

Update on the Greystone Series

Am still planning to publish Courage’s story before the end of the year…which means before the end of the day, hahaha! I’m halfway through my final read-through then I have to format, so it will be late today but I’ll let you know when I’ve sent it up to Amazon. After that, they usually get the book out within a few hours.

Merry Christmas!

Hope everyone has a wonderful day and a perfect Christmas! I’m excited to have four days off and will be moving Courage’s story along during that time in the hopes that it will be finished by the end of the year.

Update on the Greystone Series

Looks like I’m on schedule to finish Courage’s story by the end of the year but I’m gonna need those four days off at Christmas to get ‘er done. Here’s a sample:

I’d reached the porch by the time the truck rolled to a dusty halt in the yard. My heart lurched a little when I couldn’t see Courage in the cab.

“Where’s Rage?” I asked my brother as soon as his boots hit the ground.

“Don’t know,” he answered.

I felt the air go out of my lungs as I made my way slowly down the porch steps. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Kyle shrugged. We got the rolls of wire loaded up and I left him sitting in the cab while I walked across the yard to talk to Connor. He has a summer job there at the store. When I’d finished up with him, Courage was gone.”

I had trouble forming words. “Gone? What do you mean, gone?”

“He was just gone, Lori.”

“Well, d-did you look for him? Did you wait for him to come back?”

“I waited thirty minutes or so. I asked around if anyone had seen him. The lady who works the cash register inside said he was talking to some guys who pulled up in a dark SUV. But she didn’t see if he left with them.”

“Did she say what the guys looked like?”

Kyle sighed like my questions were wearing him out. “I didn’t ask. If Courage wants to go off for a few hours, or for a day, or for the rest of his life, it’s none of my business.”

“The rest of his life?” I echoed, my voice sounding dull and flat in the empty yard.

“Look, I’m as upset about this as you are,” Kyle growled and waved an arm toward the bed of the truck. “I needed him to help me unload this stuff. But you know how these drifters are. Here today. Gone tomorrow. You can’t count on ’em.”

Snippet from Courage’s Story

I pushed through the hefty line of brainless beef and Courage followed. “Sorry about that,” I muttered as we made our way to the cash register at the front of the diner.

“It’s okay,” he answered like he wasn’t bothered in the least.

“And those guys are wrong,” I said as we stood waiting at the register for someone to ring up our bill. “You’re not a coward. You did the smart thing walking away from that bullcrap they were dishing.”

“No, I’m not a coward,” he agreed quietly. “But I won’t get into a fight if there’s another way out.”

“That’s just smart,” I muttered and searched impatiently for someone to help us, finally catching the eye our waitress.

“But if anyone ever threatened you…” he murmured.

I held my breath and waited for him to go on.

“I’m gonna come out fighting,” Courage finished with a hard look on his face. “And I won’t stop until that threat is removed. Completely. Forever. I wouldn’t give someone a second chance to hurt you.”

Snippet from Book Eight of the Greystone Series

As I watched, his lips drifted slowly towards mine.

“Why are you so determined to kiss me?” I asked, putting a halt to the slow drift.

His gaze locked on mine. “Well, I’ve never done it before so I’m not sure I can explain. But I think you’ll understand once we get started.”

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” I asked, surprised. Earlier, he’d said that girls were always nice to him before his accident so I assumed that he’d taken advantage of that situation somewhere along the way.

He rolled his shoulders in a brief shrug. “Should I have? I’m not more than fifteen or sixteen.”

“Oh,” I muttered, stalling. “Well, I just thought this might work out better if one of us knew what we were doing.”

“I think I can figure it out,” he said with typical male confidence.

“Oh. Okay,” I answered, chewing furiously on my lower lip. “Should I close my eyes?”

“If you like,” he replied. “It might be easier if you can’t see my face.”

“Half of your face is great,” I pointed out, which was a silly thing to say because the scarred side of his face was covered.

“Then perhaps you only need to close one eye,” he murmured as his mouth drifted closer.