Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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Lisa Adams wants what every other woman wants: The perfect job. The perfect home. The perfect guy. When she receives the opportunity of a lifetime, Lisa has no idea what she’s actually signed up for. Her boss, who is tall, dark and incredibly sexy, starts making advances towards her and she’s having a hard time telling him no. Lisa begins seeing things that are scaring the Hell out of her. Nightmares are leaving her frightened. Then there’s this new guy that’s come into her life. He brings a new light into the darkness that threatens to claim Lisa. He’s mysterious, heartwarming and kind. Not to mention the most beautiful man she’s ever met. But something with him seems to be off. Faced with love, seduction, sacrifice and deceit, Lisa will find herself being pulled in two directions; one pursues her to claim her soul and the other will sacrifice everything to save her.

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Men of Fallen (1)
Excerpt
Looking out over the horizon, Lisa stands in a meadow. The grass is green all around her. The sun is shining, her skin is warm. She’s barefoot and the grass tickles the bottom of her feet and ankles. As she walks, daisies sporadically sprout up and brush against her bare legs. It’s as if they knew she was coming and grew purposely just to be touched by her. Her pink halter sundress, decorated with white polka dots, blows gently against her body. Her hair dances across her back as she begins to run in the field.  The daisies grow at a faster rate, so fast that Lisa feels like they may be trying to trip her. She feels scratches and cuts against her skin, and she yelps. Looking down, she notices the daisies have morphed into blood red roses with thorns, except that the rose petals are razor sharp. Gasping, she tries to run again, and the roses slice at her feet and ankles. The atmosphere begins to darken and the sky turns da rk gray. The clouds shift and morph into thick sheets of darkness that cover the sky. She runs towards the oak trees on her right for shelter. The harder she runs, the further away they seem to get.  She comes to an abrupt stop when her feet sink into the ground. She pulls and struggles, but she can’t free herself. She feels something tighten around her ankles as it pulls her deeper into the ground. She tries to scream, but nothing comes out. It pulls against her again, harder, and she’s sunk up to her waist now. Desperately struggling, she falls forward on her palms, her fingers grabbing a hold of the earth. She digs her fingers deep, pulling and trying to kick against whatever is tugging at her body. Tears stream down her cheeks and the sound of a sob escapes, but she cannot scream. A warm feeling touches her back and a light shines down on her. Looking up, she sees a hole in the clouds with a bright, golden light shining through. The light shines on the rope-like vines that have wrapped themselves around her legs. Letting out a hiss, they retreat from her body, back into the ground. Panting, Lisa pulls herself free of the earth and hurriedly crawls across the ground. The light grows brighter as it expands, as if hands were pulling away at the clouds, piece by piece. Getting to her feet, Lisa backs up and tumbles against something on the ground. Just as she’s about to fall, she wakes up with a start. Panting slightly, she looks at her ceiling, grateful to be lying in bed, she rubs her fists against her eyes. Sitting up, she places her feet on the floor. To humor herself, she looks down. A part of her is relieved to find her feet clean of dirt and without rope burns. Raising her brows, she pulls the sheets up and looks down, breathing a sigh of relief that the sheets are also clean. Standing up, she makes her way towards the bathroom. Stepping inside, thoughts of the man in the mirror come to mind and fear licks at her subconscious. Yesterday seems like forever ago.




Looking out over the horizon, Lisa stands in a meadow. The grass is green all around her. The sun is shining, her skin is warm. She’s barefoot and the grass tickles the bottom of her feet and ankles. As she walks, daisies sporadically sprout up and brush against her bare legs. It’s as if they knew she was coming and grew purposely just to be touched by her. Her pink halter sundress, decorated with white polka dots, blows gently against her body. Her hair dances across her back as she begins to run in the field.

The daisies grow at a faster rate, so fast that Lisa feels like they may be trying to trip her. She feels scratches and cuts against her skin, and she yelps. Looking down, she notices the daisies have morphed into blood red roses with thorns, except that the rose petals are razor sharp. Gasping, she tries to run again, and the roses slice at her feet and ankles. The atmosphere begins to darken and the sky turns dark gray. The clouds shift and morph into thick sheets of darkness that cover the sky. She runs towards the oak trees on her right for shelter. The harder she runs, the further away they seem to get.

She comes to an abrupt stop when her feet sink into the ground. She pulls and struggles, but she can’t free herself. She feels something tighten around her ankles as it pulls her deeper into the ground. She tries to scream, but nothing comes out. It pulls against her again, harder, and she’s sunk up to her waist now. Desperately struggling, she falls forward on her palms, her fingers grabbing a hold of the earth. She digs her fingers deep, pulling and trying to kick against whatever is tugging at her body. Tears stream down her cheeks and the sound of a sob escapes, but she cannot scream.

A warm feeling touches her back and a light shines down on her. Looking up, she sees a hole in the clouds with a bright, golden light shining through. The light shines on the rope-like vines that have wrapped themselves around her legs. Letting out a hiss, they retreat from her body, back into the ground. Panting, Lisa pulls herself free of the earth and hurriedly crawls across the ground. The light grows brighter as it expands, as if hands were pulling away at the clouds, piece by piece. Getting to her feet, Lisa backs up and tumbles against something on the ground. Just as she’s about to fall, she wakes up with a start.

Panting slightly, she looks at her ceiling, grateful to be lying in bed, she rubs her fists against her eyes. Sitting up, she places her feet on the floor. To humor herself, she looks down. A part of her is relieved to find her feet clean of dirt and without rope burns. Raising her brows, she pulls the sheets up and looks down, breathing a sigh of relief that the sheets are also clean. Standing up, she makes her way towards the bathroom. Stepping inside, thoughts of the man in the mirror come to mind and fear licks at her subconscious. Yesterday seems like forever ago.
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431481_700889581596_577274287_nHailing from Texas and growing up in the country with big tractors and bon fire parties, Julie would day dream about far off lands, hoping to one day get inside their worlds. Always having a love of books and paranormal stories, Julie finally took the leap to begin writing with encouragement from her family. Having worked in IT her entire career, Julie now spends her free time writing. Living in Central Florida with her husband and daughter, her favorite pastime is reading children's stories to her daughter, especially those around animals.



 
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