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Dear, Sweet Death: Quote from Forever Black (Nightwalkers #2)

 


WIP Wednesday

I think I’m taking the week off from editing/writing starting today. Like, a forced break. I’m burnt and it’s making me grumpy. I’ll be online doing updates and the like, so if you have a question for me about book related stuff, or just want to stop by and say “hi”, I’ll be available to chat on FB messenger and through email. 🙂

Here is my email and FB:

email: sieverding007@gmail.com

FB messenger: https://www.facebook.com/HnSieverding/


Tuesday Teaser: The Promise of the Devil (From Forever Black)

I felt like giving you guys a treat today and doing a longer except for Tuesday Teaser. You’re welcome 😉

This is from my favorite book in the Nightwalkers series, Forever Black. Most of my readers seem to like Blood Kisses or Blood War the best, but my favorite is Forever Black.


Her retreat lead her to a place she never expected—the edge. She was barely able to stand sideways on the ledge of the building. Her eyes glanced down at the dark alley below. Her world was blurry, her eyes so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.

The ledge was high, and the promise of an end loomed right below her. She could fall into this black abyss made by her tears, and it would all go away. Her hands gripped the railing behind her tighter. A loud sniffle escaped her nostrils as she struggled to choke down each breath of air.

Her words were thick with tears, choppy and wet, “Dear, sweet death—grant me your promise of sleep. Forever black, forever numbing. Take me in your arms, and clear my head. Blacken these eyes that no longer want to see.” She closed her eyes. “Please, accept me. Take me away from this place. Take me away!”

“A feather as light as you would not make it to the bottom of an abyss.”

She quickly turned to the voice. Her breath quickened as her eyes settled on the Count’s cocky smile. His presence was fitting in this place, his body cloaked in a black suit, and his light hair shining under the lights. The devil had come for her, just as she had asked. Just like in her nightmares.

“I want to die.” She sniffled. “So, leave me be.”

His arms were crossed over his chest. “You want to forget.” He wasn’t making an attempt to pull her away from the edge and seemed to be studying her instead.

“How do you know what I want?”

“How do you know that I do not?” He appeared next to her. His lips rested near her ear as his next words hissed from his lips, “We have been here before, you and I. The ledge, you believe, will let you fly—the wings you think you have inside you coming out and giving you salvation.”

She trembled at his closeness. She could sense his shape, but not feel him.

“Your heart is black, just as mine is. You cannot escape who you are. Fate is like the dark chariot of death—it will come for you, no matter how far you attempt to outrun it.” His words softened, each one feeling like needle pricks against her delicate skin. His lips brushed against her ear as his hands took a firm hold of her shoulders. His fingers dug into her skin and made her sob louder.

“Drake, you said, my soul is like a flower that has wilted under your moonlight. I can die and never be free of the curse your love has placed on my soul. Forever is black with you, like the darkest night without a light. You have drained me of all that is good.”

“I didn’t say that.”

He yanked her hair and halted her words. “Kiss me, you said. Kiss me and blind my eyes from my sins.” He kissed her cheek. “My love, take my kiss, and let me give you the paradise you desire. Let me mold the dark clouds into your dreams. I can give you everything. Love me, and I shall never let the sun rise in your presence. In the night, it shall kneel at your feet, only shedding light when you will it.”

This was a side of him she was only familiar with in her nightmares. This thick, heavy presence that choked her. This was his true form, and he felt like the devil. His voice was velvety, yet accompanied by a prick of sin that made her ears bleed.

Though she was terrified of him, his touch calmed her. It took away all the fight that lined her muscles and made her body numb. He had complete control over her. Her fragile mind was so lost, she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted to jump, but in the arms of the devil, her wings were restrained, and she feared soon cut off completely.

“Sweet, red blood…” His tongue peeked from his parted lips as he admired the coveted skin of her neck. “The taste of it, only heavenly beings like us can savor. Let me make you into what you once were, for with this final bite, you will be as I—forever black—with a soul as dark as the moonless night, and as powerful as the endless sky. I shall make you a god.”

He playfully nipped at her neck. “Take my hand, and I shall make the world bow to you. I will make you forget, and live in a happy bliss that will make every day a paradise.”

“I just want everything to go away.”

“Accept my offer, my queen. Let me take you into the realm of the gods.” His hands slipped around her waist. One of his fists was balled, and Ashleigh felt the hard tip of something brushing against her stomach.

“I want to forget.” Her next words were breathless, and she knew once they were released, she couldn’t take them back, “Make me forget, Drake.”

“Death will give you all the release you need. You have called death’s chariot to your side, and now there is no turning back. The devil has arrived to collect the soul that is mine.”

Ashleigh let out a silent, choked scream as he shoved a knife into her chest. She let go of the railing and tried to pry it out. Her breaths were choked as her body was covered in a thick cloak of pain. So sharp and paralyzing, her vision was slowly clouding.

“I will blacken your eyes and take you to the paradise that is this world’s hell.” In an artful twist, he dug the knife deeper and made her belt out a bloodcurdling scream. Her head fell backward and rested on his shoulder. He glanced into her pained face as he licked his lips.

She tried to speak. Her mouth was open wide as her eyes begged him to stop. All she could see was the yellow light in his eyes—those intense, emerald eyes she had dreamed about.

Then, everything faded to black. She heard his voice, though he wasn’t speaking, “Do not yearn for the heaven you have been barred from. For in my arms, the fabricated paradise in which we live will be far greater.”


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I’m an Author….

I read a FB post from an author the other day and it really bothered me. I won’t use a name, but it was a fellow SCP author (my former publisher), so I know the author well.

This author was talking about being out somewhere, and, in casual conversation with a stranger, the subject of “where do you work” came up. The author, of course, said, “I’m an author” because, it’s true, that’s their job. The other person laughed at the answer and said, “What’s your real job”?

Whether you’re an author, musician, artist, etc (anyone in a creative-type career path), you can probably relate to this kind of thing happening.

Has anyone else had an experience like this? And how did you handle it?

 

 


July Updates

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It’s been awhile since I’ve done an update, so I apologize. I’m doing well with my promise to blog more, which I hope I can keep up with.

My current projects and book updates….

ck1fabricatedbeautyI’m focusing on Christian’s Kisses edits/rewrites. I’m debating whether or not to take huge chunks out of books #3 and #4 and make them one book, or tweak it and add a bunch to both books. Book #2 is ready to go, I just haven’t committed to a release date, yet.

CK is a big project, so I haven’t had time to work on much else. I’m getting a little burnt out from editing, but I’m trying to take a little break here and there so I stick with it. CK is something I’m doing on my own, so I have to make my own deadlines. It’s easy to slack when you get to do that. Thanks to the readers that have been nudging me to finish the next book, it helps give me the drive to trudge through edits. Besides that, I really don’t have any writing/editing goals.

A little side event….

One of my cover designs (not for my books, one I did for a publisher I work for) was in a cover art competition. Sexy men or something. It was an awesome design, but it didn’t win 😦 I think there’s another one of my covers in a competition coming up, too, but I can’t remember what. If I find out, I’ll mention it.

When I do a cover commission, I don’t always get to see where it goes after I hand it over to the author (or publisher), so it’s always nice when the authors keep in touch with me to tell me things like that. I’ve had a few of my designs win competitions, and one was even used in a convention as an example of great cover art (that was cool). These are my warm fuzzy moments hee hee.

Outside of writing…..

It’s summer time, so I’ve been busier. Last month, we went on vacation to upper Wisconsin and spent some time at the lake. I love the state of Wisconsin. If I could choose to move somewhere, it would be Wisconsin. Though…it’s only a few miles from where I live, so I go there a lot, anyway, so there’s probably no need too lol.

I picked my own strawberries this year, too, something I’ve ALWAYS wanted to do. And yes, they were yummy. Strawberries are my favorite food, by the way 😉

My boys are getting bigger every day, little Tank is going to be two already next month. How crazy! My oldest, Kyle, turned eight last month.

Also, it’s butterfly season, which means Kyle is looking for caterpillars. It’s a big thing around our house lol. Last year, we raised a few monarchs and released them.

It was a neat thing to see and I learned A LOT about monarchs. I’d encourage anyone to do it with their children. It helps keep the population up, which I hear is going down a bit.

You’re supposed to be able to get these tags to put on them to track where they go, which we may do this year. It would be neat to see where they go after you release them.

I’m going to a Starset concert on the 29th, which I am REALLY excited about. They are my favorite band so having them come here is frickin’ awesome. Hinder and Pop Evil are going to be there, too, and they’re okay, but…seeing Starset is the ONLY reason I’m going 🙂

I hope the rest of you are enjoying your summer and doing lots of fun things, as well.

 


Embarrassing Author Moment

An older woman, who I don’t know, but knows one of my friends or something, had read one of my books and comes up and says to me loudly (in front of lots of people, mind you), “Oh, you’re that famous writer! The one who writes all those dirty books.” Then I get the naughty smile and the eyebrow raise like I’m a bad girl or something. “So, ‘vampires’, eh?”

*Facepalm*

Can people just learn to call me “a writer” or a “romance writer”? Though I do like the famous part lol! It’s really funny though because I’ve gotten called that A LOT, ha ha, the “dirty book writer” not the “famous” part. The worst time was at my brother’s funeral last summer where tons of people said it to me. Thank you, but…ouch, that’s an awkward subject to talk about when you’re standing in a line with all your siblings greeting people. Especially next to my big brother, who looks over at me and snickers every time.  Awkward. So, since this happens often, if you meet me, don’t describe me, or any other romance writer, as “the one who writes the dirty books”. Jeeze….come on, give me a cooler nickname already….


Teaser Tuesday: Omen (from CK#2)

This comes from Christian’s Mate (CK#2). A little background tidbit (Don’t read this if you don’t like spoilers because I mentioned a few things from future books in the series)…

The vampires sometimes refer to a bite from a vampire as a “kiss”, hence the title, “Christian’s Kisses”. The term usually isn’t used when they talk about biting to kill, it’s used to describe a “friendly” bite, which is usually between other vampires or lovers. Though Addison’s classic line, “With this kiss, I’ll send you home” (or to heaven), means she intends to kill. Shadow, the villain in book 6 uses a similar line to mock her when he kills the vampires.