Hi everyone!
Today, I thought I'd shift gears and talk about a fellow Anchor author whose book,
Power in the Wrong Hands, released today. She was generous enough to provide an excerpt for me to share with so please check it out below!
Snowdrop’s life changed when she found her mate, Orion Hunter. Her father always said, finding your mate was like magic, but this was so much more.
In the blink of an eye, Snowdrop found her life hung in the balance. Kidnapped and tortured by an evil vampire, left Snowdrop wondering if she would live long enough to enjoy her newly found mate.
Sammy was on the verge of turning rogue, and fought his evil side every day to keep it at bay. Then Sammy finds out he is the only one that can infiltrate the rogue’s hideout. He knew it would be his true challenge. He knew the mission came with a possibility of being sent to Deciding Island for judgment, a judgment that would most likely lead to being Island Ash. His only hope came from the most unlikely place, but would it be enough?
Hunter
Hunter walked back to the glamour
opening at the bottom of the Sphinx. Mystic, the leader of the Meat Eaters,
waited for everyone’s report from the war as they exited. As he waited in line
for his turn, Hunter heard someone yelling his name. “Hunter, wait for me, I
need to talk to you.”
It was Saturesa, Sat for short,
Hunter’s longtime friend. As Sat caught up with Hunter, he could hear the
enthusiasm in Sat’s voice which meant trouble. Sat always had some hair brained
scheme for picking up girls. “Hey, after you talk to Mystic, what do you say to
coming to the Eastern Shore with me?”
Hunter, not feeling very social
these days, told Sat, “No, I’m headed home, but thanks for the invite.”
Sat, never being one to take no for
an answer, told him, “Come on, Hunter. Everyone’s going to the Eastern Shore
for a weeklong celebration, and there is going to be lots of girls.” Hunter
gave Sat half a smile and looked down, shaking his head as he moved up one in
line.
Hunter knew that once Sat set his mind
to something, he would be relentless at getting what he wanted. Hunter rolled
his eyes and huffed his retort with a slight rumble in his voice, “Fine, but if
I don’t have a GREAT time, I’ll leave. Got it?”
Sat rubbed his hands together in
anticipation of some fun, and in his cheery voice responded, “Fine! But you’ll
have a blast, I promise.”
Hunter figured the only reason Sat
wanted to go was the neighbor girl named Snowdrop. Hunter had never been
attracted to a female Techie. He didn’t know if it was all the hair or the fact
that the females were dominant, and he preferred to be the leader in a
relationship. Hunter did agree that for a Techie she looked
striking. Even though he had never met her in person, he had noticed her from a
distance. She didn’t have that same thick hair as the other Techies and seemed
to have more of her herb growing everywhere. She was also short for a female
Techie. He had not been close enough to know what color her eyes were, but Sat
could not stop talking about her amazing hazel eyes. Sat would joke about how
he should have been nicer to Snowdrop when she had a crush on him.
Hunter handed Mystic his one page
report. “Hi Mystic, my report is short because Adam’s children did all the
work. It’s always amazing to watch them in action. Is it okay to head home
now?”
Mystic looked up at him from her
seat. “Hunter, how is life?”
Hunter should have figured she
would sense his loneliness. His kind lived so long, and without someone to
share it with, the days and nights could go forever. Depression was a serious
threat, but Hunter hated sympathy, so he denied it. “I’m fine.”
Mystic regarded him with concern
and shook her head in disbelieve. She didn’t believe for one minute that he was
truly fine, but told him, “If you need anything, let me know.”
Hunter winked at Mystic, hoping to
lessen her worry. “Thanks. Catch you at the next war.” Mystic gave him a small
but sweet smile as she turned her focus on the next Meat Eater in line.
Mystic Jones, as the leader of the
Meat Eater species, is responsible for each and everyone one of them. She made
a mental note to check up on Hunter in a few weeks. That wink he gave her was
not fooling her. Sensing a strong feeling of depression, she wasn’t going to
let that go for long.
As Hunter walked out of the Sphinx,
he watched as Sat jumped up the minute he spotted him. Hunter felt like this
was going to be a long week, and he wasn’t sure he could put up with Sat’s high
level of energy. Then he heard Sat say, “Come on, we can get a ride on the war ships
with the Plazies. Sap said he could drop us on the Eastern Shore.”
Hunter smiled. “I have not seen Sap
or Weeping in a few hundred years.”
As they walked toward the war
ships, Hunter thought about the Plazies. Sap and his wife, Weeping, are the
leaders of the most unusual species, as far as Hunter was concerned. Hunter had
heard that they now had a teenage daughter named Willow—he had also heard
Willow was a handful. He could remember the first day he met the Plazies during
one of the many wars in his lifetime. While walking next to Sat, Hunter gazed
off in the distance as he remembered that day. He had walked onto one of the
war ships to find no one on board, yet the ship was in operation with the
precision of a well-organized team. He looked around, but stopped when he
noticed a line of little sticks appearing before him, Plazies lined up on the
ropes and rails. One of them started to talk, “Welcome Orion Hunter.”
Hunter remembered his feeling of
shock. Although he didn’t know what part shocked him more: the stick knowing
his full name or that a stick was actually speaking. He had found himself
staring at thousands of sticks shaped like humans. They ranged from 5-inches to
6-inches tall and looked like all different types of wood. As a woodworker in
his youth and a construction company owner in today’s world, Hunter knew his
timber.
Hunter figured the look of shock
showed on his face when Sap laughed and explained, “We are magic wood splinters
and are what keep the old warships afloat. We are, for the most part, harmless,
but we are not without ways to protect ourselves. Moving fast, it looks like we
just appear and disappear, and this speed allows us to operate different areas
of the ship quickly. We come from all different woods, hence the reason we all look
different.”
Being brought out of his thoughts
by Sat’s voice, Hunter heard, “Hunter, they’re waiting for us. Let’s go.”
Hunter felt the muscle in his shoulders tighten at Sat’s enthusiastic tone. He
really was not in a party mood, and until now didn’t realize he had lagged
behind.
As they boarded the warships,
Hunter saw Sap and walked up to him to say hi when he noticed something was
wrong. “Sap, what has happened? Is everyone okay?”
Sap turned and smiled, greeting his
friend. “Hello Hunter. It’s been a long time, and yes, things will be fine.”
Hunter curious asked, “Then
why are the three of you so anxious?”
Sap introduced his daughter.
“Hunter, this is Willow, my daughter, and she faces a task that has her
worried.”
Hunter put his pinkie finger down
to shake hands and told Willow, “Willow, if I can help, you need only ask.”
Willow looked worried as she said,
“Not unless you can undo my teenage misbehaving and what I thought to be
harmless pranks.”
Hunter looked at her with concern.
“I hear an apology is owed. Am I correct?”
Willow, in tears now, turned as she
noticed the warships headed out of the delta and to the open seas. “Hunter, it
is more than just an apology. I was awful to Creature, and I thought they were
just harmless jokes … but a good man may die because of me.”
Hunter thought a minute. “Wait,
could you be talking about Creature Notte?”
Willow looked up with a bit of hope
that maybe he could help. “Yes, do you know her?”
Hunter smiled. “As a matter of
fact, I have worked with Creature off and on for a few hundred years. If there
is one thing she is, it’s understanding. I think if you just come clean and be
sincere, she will see her way to forgive you. Now, what is this about a man
dying?”
Willow, still not fully convinced
everything would be okay, sniffled, “That is the whole problem, I have to take
Creature on a quest to become one with Deciding Island, and if I fail and she
does not go … then Mica Sands will
die.”
Hunter asked, “Mica Sands. He’s an
Infin right? But what does he have to do with Creature?”
Willow was still crying, and trying
to talk. “They are in love. They are mates, and now they could lose each other
because of me.”
Hunter looked over at Sap for more
clarity. Sap explained, “Mica was horribly wounded, and if Creature does not
become one with Deciding Island, he will die. The only way to save him is if
the Island does it … and because of Willow’s behavior, Gaia the Island’s spirit
has said that is it up to Willow to take Creature on this quest into the Black
Heart forest.”
Willow cried out, “She is punishing
me.”
Sap walked over and put his arm
around his daughter. “She is not punishing you; she is teaching you. Now go
with your mother.”
Hunter, Sat, and Sap watched as the
two disappeared, then Sap spoke, “It is nice to see you again, but I must get
to my post. We will be dropping the two of you off at Eastern Shore. If I don’t
see you before you leave, goodbye.”
Hunter gave his best smile, hoping
to cheer Sap a little. He could see the worry on Sap’s face. “Goodbye, Sap. See
you at the next war.”
The rest of the trip Sat and Hunter
watched the ocean go by, and, from time to time, would notice dolphins and
whales playing in the ship’s wake.
After reaching land at Eastern
Shore, Hunter and Sat turned to wave at the Plazies. Hunter watched the old
warship head back out to sea. It was so surreal in its beauty, yet it demanded
the respect of an ancient warrior. Sat looked over at Hunter. “Hey, what is up
with you lately? You’re always dazing off ... Oh no … you’re not getting
depressed are you?” Sat was now worried about his friend. Hunter looked at Sat
and thought, Great, now I have to put up with his enthusiasm and pity,
what a week this is going to be.
Hunter thought about it and decided
that maybe he was a little more depressed than he was letting himself realize.
“Hunter, look at me and tell me that you’re not getting depressed.”
Hunter looked at his friend. “I
wish I could, but I’m thinking that maybe I am getting just a little depressed.
After all, how long can a man go without the love of a mate? And how old am I?”
They didn’t really keep a close watch on time; the question was purely
hypothetical. Hunter was not waiting for an answer, just making a point. Sat
knew Hunter was older than he was. Sat had been around for four hundred plus
years.
Sat slapped Hunter on the shoulder
reassuring him, “That will be our goal then, to find you a mate, and soon.”
Hunter just smiled and kept walking.
Wow! And the best part is, it's only $0.99 on Amazon and Smashwords! You can purchase it here (Amazon) or here (Smashwords).
