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When I was about twenty, I picked up my first Anne Rice book. I went
in search of her books after watching Interview with the Vampire. I loved the
movie and was shocked Tom Cruise did not make me hate the movie. Instead I
found myself sucked in and wanting more of this world Mrs. Rice created.
Once I'd finished reading Interview with the Vampire, I became
mesmerized, addicted to her style of writing. There was something about how the
words connected perfectly to the one before and how each sentence felt like
poetry. I could see the characters and felt thrust into the book. I was forever
changed from this one book.
Quickly I discovered all of her books and read them over and over again.
The Vampire Chronicles pulled me in but The Feast of All Saints, The Lives of
the Mayfair Witches, The Songs of Seraphim, The Wolf Gift, The Sleeping Beauty
Trilogy just to name a few of her outstanding works, kept me coming back for
more. The romance and mystery of her characters is fantastic and extraordinary.
Mrs. Rice has never let me down with her words. In fact she has
inspired me to become a writer who is not afraid to be different, to create a
world everyone will not understand. Her words stirred possibility in me that I
could write about all the things dancing in my head. I was pushed by the
prospect that one day my words may touch or encourage someone the way she had
inspired me.
For years, I wrote poems, short stories but being the hardest critic
I will ever have, I never let them see the light of day until recently. So many
years have passed from that twenty year old and every day, I
become braver as an author. Because of Anne Rice, I try to push boundaries with
my worlds and characters. My first novel Blood Myth (Myth Series) is my first
attempt to uncover myths and create legends.
In a world
we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal
perspective. Creatures of legend, of
fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by
side with humans since time immemorial.
They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire.
And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for
dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a
fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.
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Below is a sneak preview into Betrayed by the Myth the second book in
the Myth Series.
The pain wracked every inch of his body. His body was covered in so
many cuts and burns. He almost preferred the pain from the beatings than the
dried blood and dirt that covered every inch of his body, creating a never
ending itch. He could not believe he could be this helpless, could not believe
his incredible power and strength had been drained from him leaving him reduced
to such a deplorable state.
In the beginning he sent mental call after call into the universe for
his family, his woman to help him. But they never came, she never came and his agony
continued. After a while he stopped trying to connect to them, to her. She was
why he was here. Because of her, he was trapped and left for the dead. No not
just left for dead, he welcomed death. He was left for torture, unrelenting merciless
torture.
Somehow his enemies had managed to capture him. He remembered the
serpent that paralyzed his body. He could feel but he was unable to do anything
to stop the torture. He was totally exposed, vulnerable to the Egyptian God of
Evil Akhekh’s demons. The Raka Diavols the creation of the god, his warriors,
his minions.
The Raka taunted him night and day about his woman’s betrayal. The
daughter of Akhekh had set up him for his demise. Afina the beautiful demi
goddess, she was as evil as her father. She fooled him in falling into love
with her and used that love against him. He will never forget the night, her
betrayal destroyed his life.
There was a time when all he thought about was dying but as time went
on death was no longer an option. Revenge. Revenge is what kept him living.
Even with his charred skin, his flesh cut open, and the blood dripping he no
longer wished for death. It didn’t matter how long he had been in this cell or
how long he would remain imprisoned.
In the moments of time that inched passed during his waking pain, he
would whisper his name to himself. Cheres. He had a name. He was real.
He existed. He lived in hell. He lived in darkness but he was real. He was
Cheres the descendent of the great Egyptian Lion God Maahes and he would have
his retribution. He was a warrior and time meant nothing to him. His world
became narrow and focused. Survive, to take vengeance. He often chanted the
word in his head over and over. Survive.
The lines
are drawn, and Zayn and Nikole must face each other in a battle of forgiveness
and power; each attempting to right their wrongs, each battling their own inner
demons.
Haydar and
Leigh prepare for war, rounding their men and setting into motion courses that
cannot be undone.
The tales
will fall in line as the four of them come face to face with each other, and
they will watch loved ones perish.
When the
dust settles and dawn breaks, who's going to be left standing and who will be
missing? Will Nikole forgive Zayn for his betrayal? Will Leigh and Haydar overcome
their differences? Will Adara say yes?
Blood
Yellow...Because the stories only just begun....
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Available in Print and E-book Formats
Chapter Seven – Blood Yellow
Nasir watched as they wheeled Adara into the emergency room
with Zayn following close behind. He
knew this was going to be hard on the couple.
They had a flimsy relationship at best.
He didn’t know what would happen at the end of the day, the staff was
being very tight lipped about Adara’s condition. No one would say if she was going to lose the
baby; if she did, gods help them with how Zayn would take that news.
Nasir knew he needed to call Nikole. That wasn’t going to go
well. She would be furious she hadn’t
been the first one notified. He paused
marginally before pulling out his cell phone.
No one liked delivering bad news, especially not to an on-edge, pissed
off royal Algula. He started to dial her
number but stopped when he heard Zayn commanding orders at the medical
doctors. He slipped his phone back in
his pocket as he ran into the emergency room.
“Zayn, what happened?!?” Nasir asked as he rushed through
the double doors to find Zayn shouting at the doctor.
“He said I can’t be in there as they examine her. I told him that’s unacceptable. I am his King, and I order it.” Zayn roared
out to Nasir as he pushed through to the exam room.
The doctor and Nasir looked at each other in silence. They both realized there was no stopping Zayn
when he was like this. The doctor accepted this and went back into the room to
finish the evaluation on Adara. Nasir
stepped back into the waiting room and he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Nikole’s number and hoped she was
in a better mood than her Akh.
He let it ring a few times, and then heard her pick up the
phone. “Nikole, you need to come to the
hospital quick. There has been an
accident and Adara is in trouble.” He
heard the anger immediately in the tone of her voice.
“What do you mean an accident? Where are you? Is she hurt badly? You should have called me sooner. When did
this happen?” She bellowed through the
phone.
He didn’t want to tell her it was Zayn; that would hurt her
too badly without knowing the full story.
“Well someone showed up at her apartment and there was some sort of
fight, the details are still a bit hazy.
She is unconscious at the moment, but the doctors think she is going to
be fine. I’ll tell you more when you get
here. Please come quickly.” He took a moment to pause, catching his
breath when she came back at him.
“Nasir, what are you not telling me?”
He can’t tell her. Not like this….”Please, just show up soon."
Author Bio
Ashley is
married and lives in Houston
Ashley finds
her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support
her in life; they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that
Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and
that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the
values Ashley has and displays come from. With her parents always cheering her
on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to
conquer the world.
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