Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Happy Wednesday

Welcome to another Wednesday and another WIPpet! Today you're getting another snippet from Nephil's Destiny, which is the final book in my The Chosen Chronicles Series. In this excerpt, it is about ten years after the scene from last week, so Amaya and Deacon are adults now. 
For those of you new to WIPpets, it is a snippet of your Work In Progress. The only rule is that it has to be associated with the date somehow. For example, today is 8-13-2014. You are getting 20 lines for the first two digits of the year. If you want to join us for a WIPpet, go here and post your link. Make sure to read everyone else's contributions and don't forget to comment on as many as you can. The more comments you leave, the more you'll get in return! Enjoy!

Amaya's eyes drifted shut in anticipation of the kiss. Deacon released her hand and slid his down to her hip and around her waist, drawing her closer to himself. Her lips tingled as she waited anxiously for his to make contact and her heart pounded so loudly that she was afraid he could hear it. Just before he made contact with her, someone clearing their throat from behind them made them both freeze. 
"Sorry to interrupt." Dev stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked sheepish. 
Deacon didn't release Amaya. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. "Then don't." 
Dev chuckled. "Sorry, dude. Zeke sent me to get Amaya. You'll have time to do whatever you were going to do after you leave. I'm not going to be the one to piss off the lady who just gave birth." 
Deacon glared at his friend. "I want to do it now, not later. Go away." 
Amaya laughed and ducked under Deacon's arm. "Pack some canned food for us, would ya?" 
Dev waited to speak until Amaya had disappeared up the stairs. "Want to talk about that?" 
"It's none of your business." 
"No, it's not. Want to talk about it anyway?" 
Deacon opened the pantry and starting yanking out cans at random. "I was going to kiss her. You interrupted. End of story." 
"We both know that's not what I meant. Dude, you and Amaya? When did that start?" 
"Eight years ago." 
            Dev choked on a gulp of water. "Eight years ago and I'm just hearing about it now? Jesus fucking Christ, why in the hell haven't you said anything?"

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

WIPpet

Hey all! I happen to be in the midst of a killer bout of writer's block, but I'm going to post anyway. After all, there's nothing in the rules that says I have to write my WIPpet on the day I post(or even the week), so this is from the Prologue to Nephil's Destiny the LAST book in my series.

For those of you new, a WIPpet is a snippet of your Work In Progress. The only rule is that what you post has to have something to do with the date. Today is 8-6-14, so you are getting 22 paragraphs. 8+14=22

"Nah. You just had a bit of an accident. Dad'll smooth things over with Gabriel and it'll all be fine. They were screaming at each other in the office when I left to come find you." He draped his arm around her shoulders. "It's cold out here. Much warmer back home." 

"I don't want to go back yet." 

Always the amiable sort, Deacon jerked one shoulder. "Okay. We'll freeze then. No biggie." He toyed with the ends of her hair. "What did you think running away would accomplish?" 

Amaya leaned her head on his shoulder. "I wasn't thinking. I can feel so much stuff inside me and I don't know how to control it. I don't know when it's going to come out and I don't know what to do with it. Everyone keeps telling me how special I am and how I have this particular thing I was born to do and all I want to do is go home to be with my parents and my brother and sisters. I miss them! I don't want to have to do this, Deacon!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried. "I don't want any of it! I wish they'd never let me be born!" 

Uncomfortable with tears, Deacon patted Amaya's shoulder awkwardly. "It could be worse." 

Sniffling, she sat back and stared at him. "How? How could it be worse?" 

Wryly, he smiled. "Do you know who my mother is?" 

Amaya shook her head. "No. I didn't think you did, either." 

"I didn't until a few days ago. My dad finally told me. It's Lilith. The Devil." 

Amaya sat back and stared at the lake again, unsure what to say. After several moments of silence, she looked at him, studying the side of his face for a long time before speaking. "You win." 

Deacon laughed and shook his head, grabbing her hand in his own. "Yeah. I win." He squeezed her fingers. "They're going to come looking for you." 

"I know." 

"Do you want to be here when they come?" 

She shook her head. "I don't want to see him, Deacon. Not now, maybe not ever. What he did, I just can't." 

Deacon stood, pulling her to his feet. "Let's go then." 

"Go where?" 

"Anywhere. Let's be stupid and reckless and have some fun. Where do you want to go?" 

The beach lit up as Gabriel and Michael appeared. Gabriel strode purposefully toward the two young Nephilim. "Amaya Samantha Winslow, you will return with us right this instant." 

Deacon looked down at her, a grin on his face. "Well, what's the verdict?" 

Amaya looked between Deacon and Gabriel, her heart pounding in her chest and her stomach twisted in knots of excitement. Leaping into Deacon's arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. 

"Let's go!" 

Deacon flashed an instant before Gabriel reached them. 


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