August 7, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where authors share pieces of their work. Today I’m sharing another bit from my WIP The Vampire’s Consort. In Nox, the underground world of the vampires, Birch meets Draven at the bar.

“So Athan really did it, then. Got himself a consort.”

“Something wrong with that?” Birch lifted his chin.

“You’re blushing, how delightful. No wonder Athan chose you.” Draven cocked his head. “Although there’s something more about you. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

Uncomfortable, Birch looked around for Athan, but he was busy talking to a group on the other side of the bar. At a table nearby, Serafino fed an amber liquid to Lucine from a narrow glass.

“Don’t expect Fino to come rescue you,” Draven said lightly. He grinned at Birch’s astonished look. “Actually, you’re far safer sitting here with me than you would be with that one. You know what his name means, don’t you?”

Birch shook his head.

“It means burning one or serpent.” Draven chuckled. “Surely, as a human, you have studied the Bible.”

A chill ran down Birch’s back, but he jutted his chin defiantly. “And what does your name mean?”

Draven’s blue-green eyes widened a bit as his lush mouth spread in a smile. “My name means hunter. Take that as you will. And, before you ask, your intended’s name means immortal. Rather boring if you ask me.” He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. Lifting his hand, he got the attention of the female bartender. “Another one of these, please. And one for my friend, here.”

The woman glanced at Birch before nodding and reaching under the counter.

Birch wasn’t sure he wanted to accept, but something about Draven made him feel he had to prove himself. So when the bartender set down the glass of pinkish liquid, he tentatively took a sip.

“Already moving in on my territory?” Athan’s voice from behind Birch startled him into spilling some of his drink.


June 4, 2016

Rainbow Snippets is a fun group on Facebook where authors post weekly snippets from their work. Today’s snippet is from one of my paranormal WIP’s, The Vampire’s Consort. Unedited.

The car stopped with a jerk, and Birch would had fallen to the floor had it not been for Athan’s hold on him. The door slid open, fingers of grayish light slowly revealing the cramped box in which they stood.

“We need to get that thing fixed,” Athan said as they stepped onto what appeared to be a cobblestone street.

Serafino nodded and shrugged his shoulders as though to work out a kink, the white snake slithering down his arm and back into the safety of his pocket. Birch couldn’t blame her; if he could fit in Athan’s pocket, he would be there now. He looked around at the rows of buildings, some with dim lights illuminating their windows. The lit poles lining the street had torch-like tops encased in glass. High above them a black void of a starless sky stretched as far as Birch could see.

Something inside Birch protested to the dank, dark atmosphere, and he shivered.

“Where are we?”

“Where are we?”

“Nox,” Athan said. At Birch’s look of confusion, he added, “Where all vampires originate.”

Well, that cleared up precisely nothing. Wherever they were, it was deep in the earth, for Birch knew he hadn’t imagined the plummeting fall they’d just experienced.