Hey faithful readers. Happy New Year and I hope that each and every one of you has an amazing 2014. Personally, I'm glad that 2013 is in my rearview mirror. It won't be long now before I FINALLY finish writing "War Angel II: Where Angels Fear to Tread." I honestly can't wait to share how much stranger than "WAR ANGEL" this sequel is. I shed some light on a few mysteries while slightly opening the doors on a few more. I hope you're ready for some all new, very dangerous people.
In the meantime, here's a small excerpt from "Chapter 20 - Wedding Gown."
Jahaira smiled kindly
as Olive left the room but as soon as she was by herself, she breathed a sigh
of relief. All of the smiles, compliments and sisterly sentiment that
she had been showered with sounded nice but seemed insincere somehow. With
Olive gone, Jahaira felt as if the dark clouds that had been hovering above her
head all morning had finally become thin across the sky to give the sun a
chance to shine. A heaviness had been lifted from her heart. She walked across
the room and stared out of the window at the place where she was about to say
her vows, under the trestle that her fiancée had built with his own hands,
decorated with exquisite flowers. It was with great care that he had
intertwined the curly willows with the purple and white orchids. A flower he
had told her was called Artemesia looked absolutely stunning mixed in.
For a brief moment, she asked herself what her life would have been like if she
hadn’t bumped into him by chance all those years ago in the heart of Brooklyn.
Absent the fairytale extravagance that most girls dreamed of, her wedding
wasn’t going to be anything like the swanky affairs she had seen depicted in
the magazines but, there was definitely something that she had that most of
those marriages would never have. Her love was real. Most people lived and died
without ever finding what she and her man had. In an era where everyone was
disconnected because they texted instead of talking, where broken hearts never
healed and love affairs were tragically temporary, she had found a connection
that could not be broken. Lenox was her immortal and she was his. They were
about to become something more than just husband and wife. Her heart fluttered
at the thought of their two souls about to move through the rest of eternity as
one because she only chose to entertain the ideal of an existence where they
would never be apart. She put both hands on her pregnant belly and rubbed it.
Oddly enough, in the midst of such a happy moment, her thoughts suddenly turned
to her dead parents.
Neither Carmen or
Caesar had been very good people in life but all girls looked forward to having
their fathers walk them down the aisle with pride. Over and over she tried to
imagine what her mother would have looked like crying tears of joy on her
daughter’s special day. Then she remembered the reasons why neither of
those things would ever happen. Then, instead of feeling bad about what she
didn’t have, she realized that it didn’t matter. Her parents had always
treasured her as a thing; their own a porcelain doll to protect and keep safe
but had never made her feel like a person whose heart pumped warm blood. That
had always made her feel fragile and hollow. No matter how pretty they told her
she was, there were millions of pretty girls in the world and she was
just one of them. Lenox looked at her in a way that no one else had ever looked
at her. He had found something about her to cherish, buried deep inside what
she considered to be her own mediocrity. He saw potential in her that now
stirred in her soul almost every time she saw her own reflection in his
penetrating, dark brown eyes. She longed to be his wife, until death separated
them and even then, she would ache for his love in the next life.
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