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Book Update

I feel like this has been long coming. Recently things have been crazy. I’ve been posting tons of Life posts, but  my writing posts have been sorely lacking. I wish I had really exciting news like “my book is finally done” but, hahaha that’s hilarious, as if my book would actually be finished… Because I’m a perfectionist, and I also want to add two more scenes in the section I’m working on. The good news is I’ve ACTUALLY had time to work on it, and I’ve been making good progress. I know some author’s have talked about how it took them four years to write their first book. I feel like that’s really easy to do. It’s hard, because as a newbie, unpublished author I’m in school full time for 8 months of the year, and the other four months I’m trying to work and save money for the 8 months that I won’t be working. I get to write, but it’s mostly for school. My favourite time is when I can write full time on my book. It’s when I’m happiest. But now look, I’m back to talking about life stuff, and not book stuff!!

So, book is fantastic! My writing improves every day that I write (practice makes perfect and all that jazz). The main reason why my book has been taking so long this summer is because I’ve been busy working on another project at the same time. I said I wanted to spend all summer writing. Be careful what you wish for, because this is happening, but not on what I expected. I have, in fact, started a new book with a friend. Yes that’s right, I’m 20 chapters deep in the first draft of a new novel. It doesn’t have a name yet, but we’ve been calling the story Winter’s Grasp. Definitely multi-book. There is A LOT of story. A lot of plotting. A lot of gushing, swooning, heartbreak, action, you name it. It’s Fantasy/Romance. There’s faeries. A winter prince. Magical humans. My best category would be NA. It’s too racy for YA, but not quite old enough for Adult. So yeah, that’s what took up most of my June, and half of my July.

Writing with someone is different, but I’ve found I LOVE it!! We feed off each other’s energy, and it keeps propelling us forward to write more. I’ll share an excerpt with you from chapter 1. You can let me know what you think. Again, it’s the FIRST draft! So be nice, hahaha. But I’m so in love with the characters ❤ ❤ ❤ I will try and keep you all updated with news!

~Kat

Funhouse Excerpt:

She turned down one of the rows to her left. A sparkling light flickered in her peripheral vision, and she turned, the Funhouse entrance staring back at her. The steps creaked under her feet as she followed the flickering lights refracting off the mirrors just inside the doorway, beckoning her in.
Strange shadows danced just out of sight, sending chills down her spine. After several lefts, and a few more rights, Alena realized the lights weren’t getting any closer. She turned around to go back and walked into a mirror.
“Great. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?” she muttered.
Wasn’t there a saying if you follow the inside wall of a maze it will lead you out? Alena pawed the mirrors along one side, and found herself at another dead end. “I could have sworn I went left here before.”
Ogden had definitely sensed some unwelcome magic in the funhouse, and was busy hunting it down when he came across a girl with black hair guiding herself with her hands. Clever trick, he thought. Still, watching her from where she wouldn’t see, he felt certain she was about to fall into some sort of trap.
Alena looked around at her many reflections. Was there… more of them? She tapped against one of the mirrors, retracting her finger when it shocked her. What the…? Was there some kind of electrical wiring back there moving the mirrors?
“This isn’t funny,” she huffed.
Very clever. Ogden could sense the hidden shadows cursing her for what appeared to have been the use of magic. He was sure that was what he’d seen – felt – but she was only human, wasn’t she? He stepped toward her, looking her over with suspicious eyes.
He looked past her at the mirror she’d tapped. Whatever magical trickery had been there was long gone. Her touch had done it, somehow, and by extension probably saved her life.
A tingle went down Alena’s spine. She spun around, squinting into the dark. “Is someone there?” There couldn’t be. She shook her head. “I’m just freaking myself out now.”
Ogden’s voice was low as he stepped into the circle of mirrors she’d wandered into, though he was speaking beyond her to those who were hiding unseen, waiting on their prey. “I see I’m not the only one enjoying this game.”
Alena stepped back, and let out a startled cry. “I thought you were a demon.”
“Oh? And now what do you think I am?” Ogden wondered.

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Insufferable

I didn’t notice that Dawson had moved until he was standing in front of me. Not realizing how close we were, I peered up at him, his face inches from mine as he looked at me with a curious expression.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured.
He picked up a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear making my skin tingle. I felt my heart rate pick up, any coherent thought flying away. His eyes seemed brighter, like amethyst, as they searched my own and I couldn’t look away. He leaned closer, our noses almost touching and I could smell orange and clove. My breath hitched. I glanced down at his lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Would they be as soft as they looked? My cheeks flushed at the thought.
“Are you blushing?” he said, pulling away, lip twitching.
“I… I’m not,” I stammered.
His shoulders started to shake.
“Are you laughing?” I said, my embarrassment ebbing into a cold fury.
“I’m trying really hard not to, buttercup,” he said finally cracking up, his deep laugh filling the room.
I smacked his arm and glared.
“Ow, what was that for?” he said delightedly.
“You are insufferable!” I snapped.
How could I have ever thought kissing him was a good idea? I was outraged at myself for even entertaining the notion.
“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re this angry,” he said, eyes twinkling.
“I hate you,” I said, stalking off to my bedroom and slamming the door.

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The Callidus Umbra

I was just coming around the bend where the park exit was when I stopped. The same red eyes that had been haunting me for the last three days were staring back at me at the end of the path. I was so horrified I couldn’t move. My heart started to pick up speed. I tried to think logically but my brain wasn’t functioning. I turned to run but another set of red eyes were staring at me from the direction I had just come from. I broke out into a cold sweat as my heart started thrumming in my ears.
“Leaving so soon?” it hissed from behind.
I whipped around and it had moved to stand about five feet away from me. I tried to scream but my voice got caught in my throat. Why was this happening to me?
“We just want your essence,” a voice purred in my ear, ”It shines so bright.”
My eyes widened in alarm. Before I could blink I was staring up into soulless red eyes. I would die here. For a moment I was transfixed by its stare, terrified of what I saw in it but unable to look away. I don’t want to die I thought to myself. Memories of mom and Adrian flashed in front of me, how they looked, what my death would do to them. I had to do something. I tried to claw at it, but it grabbed my arms and held them in a vice grip. When I tried to scream again the one from behind grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“Now now,” it whispered it my ear, “be a good little girl and don’t try anything stupid.”
I could feel panic bubbling inside me; the harsh reality, despair kicking in as they started dragging me toward the trees. I struggled against them with all my might, lashing out and kicking but they just melded in and out of the shadows. The farther they dragged me into the trees the more panicked I got, I couldn’t breathe. The darkness was becoming absolute; I could barely see anything anymore. I started clawing at the branches, trying to grab onto something, anything that would slow down their progress.
“Stop struggling,” one of them hissed, “Or we’ll make you.”
I saw a light flicker somewhere in my vision but it was so dark, I couldn’t tell if it was just headlights breaking through the trees as they pulled me deeper into the park. When it flickered again, closer, I tried to grab at it but I couldn’t quite reach. We stopped suddenly and I was looking into a pale face. Its expression twisted in anger.
“I said stop struggling.” I felt sharp pain flare across my cheek as it slapped me.
The light flickered again. With nothing else to lose I grabbed for it one last time, reaching as far as I could. As I closed my hand around it I felt a rush of wind all around me. The Umbra took a step back. The next moments passed in a blur. I pushed at the Umbra in front of me, which seemed crazy because it was too far away for me to reach, but I felt a strong wind pass over my arms and through my hands. It was thrown back against a tree. I struggled against my final captor with a new vigour, trying to twist myself around. I managed to push a hand right at its face. I felt the same wind surge again and I tried to push with more force this time. The Umbra was caught off guard and we were both thrown several feet. I landed on my back, knocking the breath out of my lungs. I didn’t have time to think about what just happened. I heaved myself up and bolted through the trees. I had no idea where I was going, I could barely see, I just knew I had to get away. My whole body focused on not tripping in the darkness. I don’t know how long I ran for before I cleared the trees and scrambled down the gravel path. As I chanced a look behind me I ran headlong into someone. I was about to fall backwards when they grabbed me by the arm and I fell forward into them. I tried to catch my breath but I was starting to hyperventilate. I pulled back and tried to steady myself.
“I’m so sorry,” I heaved.
“Alice?” he said.
I looked up. Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, it was Dawson. I had never been so glad to see this man in my entire life. I didn’t care that he was arrogant and infuriating. After facing death in the face I did what any emotionally strung woman would do, I buried my face in his jacket and started crying.
“Uhh, I can’t say I’ve ever been greeted like this before,” he joked, but then I felt him tense.
“She’s with an Elemental,” I heard a familiar hiss.
I whirled around, a look of shock and horror on my face. I started to shake.
“Alice,” Dawson whispered in my ear, “I want you to take a deep breath and calm down.”
Something in his voice made me listen. My panic subsiding a bit, I looked up at him, his expression was something fierce. I could see a faint red glow appear around him as he lifted his hand.
“Ignea,” he whispered, and a ball of fire formed. He tossed it in the air a couple times before whipping it toward the Umbra. They dodged it.
“Enough,” turning toward Dawson they continued “We will be back Elemental; we don’t take this defiance lightly.”
And with that they disappeared into the shadows of the trees. My legs gave out at that point but Dawson caught me and held me up.
“Do you think you can walk?” he asked me.
“I think so,” I said taking a few wobbly steps.
“I don’t suppose this would be a good time to say ‘I told you so’,” he looked down at me and grinned.
I laughed a hysterical kind of laugh, until tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t stop.
“You’re in shock,” he said, “let’s get you home.”

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The Iron Daughter – Julie Kagawa

If you haven’t decided to check this series out, I’m telling you right now, GO READ The Iron Fey by Julie Kagawa! I’m only on book 2 out of 4, so I can’t really say how it’ll end, but so far I have not been disappointed one bit!

The Iron Daughter (The Iron Fey, #2) “Kiss me,” I whispered, and saw his eyebrows arc in surprise. “Just once more,” I pleaded, “And I promise it will be the last time. I’ll be able to forget you after that,” a bald-faced lie.
He hesitated, unsure, and I tried to make my tone light. “Last time, I swear.” I met his gaze and tried for a smile.
Ash still wavered, looking torn. His eyes flicked to the door, and for a moment I thought he would walk away, leaving me to shrivel into a mortified heap. But then he let out a quiet sigh, and his shoulders slumped in resignation.
Meeting my gaze, he took one step forward, drew me into his arms and brushed his lips to mine.
I think our last kiss was meant to be quick and chaste, but after the first touch of his lips fire leaped up and roared through my belly. My fingers yanked him close, digging into his back, and his arms crushed me to him as if wanting to meld us together. I knotted my fingers in his hair and bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan. His lips parted, and my tongue swept in to dance with his. There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could’ve had something perfect, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

Seriously, if that doesn’t get the blood boiling, I don’t know what will!! So much gushing over Ash right now!! ❤

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And the Story Progresses

Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 2.

When I finally walked into French class Lindsay just about tackled me.
“Spill”, was all she said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently.
“I saw that look you gave Dawson earlier”, she eyed me suspiciously, “not to mention the disheveled look you were sporting when you ran into class?”
I decided it couldn’t hurt to tell her about my morning jaunt with stalker boy. Her reaction was priceless, wide eyes filled with envy.
“I think he likes you”, she joked.
“He doesn’t even know me”, I said matter of factly.
“Well he’s clearly going through an awful lot of trouble to find out”, she said.
“Waking me up at six in the morning is not how you get on my good side”, I told her.
“Hunny, if that man showed up at my door at 3AM he would have an open invitation”, she said.
I laughed at her. The look in her eyes was hungry, like Dawson was a piece of meat and she was a starving tiger.
After class we exchanged numbers and made plans for a study date over the weekend. Neither of us wanted to chance what a quiz looked like for French class on Monday. As we walked out of class Lindsay let out a huff and nudged me in the side. Looking over to where she was staring I noticed none other than stalker boy, walking towards us.
“Good afternoon lovely ladies”, he said smiling.
Gorgeous smile. I mean, full on, kiss me right here lips, with perfect teeth. I noticed Lindsay looked a little starry-eyed. I elbowed her and she snapped out of it.
“’Hey Handsome”, Lindsay said, eyeing me, “I hear your homeless, poor thing.”
I tried to give her my “you’re so not helping” look.
“That I am”, he replied eyes twinkling. “Alice has been kind enough to keep my food safe until I can find a place. She’s nice like that.” He turned toward me. “Speaking of which, I need to borrow your friend Alice for the afternoon, I hope you don’t mind?” He turned his head toward Lindsay and gave her what I could only describe as his winning smile.
She giggled. Ignoring my hand signals of absolutely not she gave me a big smile.
“See you Saturday Honeybee” and with that she turned and walked off leaving me alone with stalker boy. Lindsay and I were going to have to work on our hand signals.
“You have five minutes until I get to the bus stop” I eyed Dawson balefully.
“I have a better idea”, he said, seemingly unfazed by my death glare. ”I’ll give you a ride home.”
“I happen to like the bus”, I lied, “besides I’m not going home.”
“Where are you going? I can take you”, he said.
This guy was relentless. I sighed.
“You still owe me forty bucks for groceries”, I told him, “Or did you forget you said you’d pitch in.”
“I was talking about rent”, he grinned.
“You can’t just invite yourself to move into someone’s apartment! I don’t even know you”, I couldn’t believe this guy.
“You should see your face”, he pointed at me laughing, “Lighten up, I was just joking.”
Murder. I would murder this man.
“I am trying though,” he continued, “to know you.”
His look was all of a sudden serious. It was making me uncomfortable.
“Forty bucks”, I told him, “And my bus is here.”
He steered me past the bus stop and over toward the student parking lot.
“Consider this my first form of payment”, he said pulling his keys out of his pocket.
“Why do I feel like you’re getting the better deal here”, I said looking over at him.
He looked down at me amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Fine”, I relented, “take me home.”

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