The Cursed

Hey everyone! Holy smokes I have been so busy with home renovations I actually forgot to post this like two weeks ago. How sad is that? It was probably all the dust from sanding or the fumes from the stain and/or paint that had my brain in a haze. Anyway, I woke up this morning after having a supremely vivid dream and my first thought was that I didn’t tell the world The Cursed was up for pre-order. So, I worked on coffee first, and once I felt able to form coherent sentences, I went to typing. The Cursed will be released November 24th, and the price is only .99 right now. When the book goes live, however, it will go up to 1.99. I’ll be doing the same thing for The Light when it comes out. That way those readers who are actually following the series get a discount. I know it’s not much but hey, every little bit helps.

I am so freaking excited about The Curse because it’s Luke’s book. I know, I know. Finally, Luke has his own story. It delves into how he was cursed in the first place, which actually made my friend giggle with joy ( not because he was cursed, but because she finally knew why). She told me a hole had finally been filled by reading Luke’s story, and I’d have to agree. Luke definitely got the wrong end of the stick, and now, I won’t lie to you. Things aren’t all rainbows and puppy dogs at the end of the book, but Luke’s life is looking up, that’s for sure.

As far as book three, The Light, it is still a work in progress but is set to be released at the end of December, probably right before Christmas but I’m not certain on the date yet. Anyway, without me yammering on anymore. Here’s the first chapter for you to check out. If you want to pre-order the book just click here.

Chapter One

Luke could feel the sting in his chest as the spell was forced into him. The Witch’s eyes turned first pure black before slowly illuminated with the dark magic coursing through her and into him. He tried to pull away, tried to run from his fate, but his legs wouldn’t obey. He deserved this. If it wasn’t for him, her sister would still be alive. Because of this, he would accept what would be done to him by not only this Witch but the First Lord as well.

“Luke, Angel of the Kingdom, I curse you. You will forevermore be forced to experience the death of all the females of this plane and the Kingdom’s. You will warn those of the death you have foreseen and you will not be able to recant it. This is my wish and so it shall be.”

“So it shall be,” the other Witches repeated.

He could feel the curse spread through him like a virus, consuming him entirely. When it was through, he fell to the ground, and the Witches surrounding him moved back several feet. He knew they wouldn’t want to be the one to trigger the curse. No one wanted to know when or how she would die.

The Witch who had cursed him was the only one who didn’t move away. “Perhaps a lifetime of death will force you to find life more precious.”

Luke looked into her eyes and nodded. He wouldn’t tell her how sorry he was again. His words meant nothing to her, and he had accepted his fate already anyway. He sighed deeply. It would be a long eternity to endure.

Luke woke from his dream that was a memory and shook off the feeling of foreboding that always followed. It had been more than three hundred years since that night in the woods outside Lancaster, and he still carried the burden of the curse placed on him. His chest ached, and he rubbed his hand along the scar marking it. He knew what had him reliving the moments of being cursed. He had examined every way that Riya and Avery could be connected. Those women were the only two since he’d been cursed who were able to touch him and not activate it.

He thought it might be because of their mated status when they touched him, but he immediately ruled out that theory because his own mother had triggered the curse, and he was living proof that she had been mated. After all, Angels couldn’t reproduce if they weren’t bonded to another.

He couldn’t see any other similarities though. They came from completely different walks of life. Hell, Avery was a Goddess whereas Riya was a Witch, not even a particularly strong one. It wasn’t that she couldn’t hold her own, but he had thought Avery’s aversion to his curse was because she was so powerful. That didn’t hold true for Riya. So either Riya was an exception for a different reason than Avery, or there was some common denominator that Luke couldn’t see.

There was a knock on his bedroom door. “Luke, get your ass up,” Zach shouted. “We have Darkness plaguing the map.”

Luke glanced at the clock. It was only three thirty in the morning. That was too damn early to be fighting the Darkness. Didn’t these guys sleep? Luke jumped out of bed and threw a T-shirt on before flying to the ops room. Zach was right. There were multiple sightings in five different areas across the world.

Zach and Sam were studying the huge globe before them. The thing was about six feet in diameter and rotated slowly, allowing them to all see what was happening in various parts of the world. It was Luke’s creation of course. After all, he was the tech guy. He wouldn’t harp on the fact that he had nothing else to do while stuck in this house.

“Sam can have Germany, and I’ll take France. The French women are much hotter.”

Sam rolled his eyes as Zach continued.

“Someone needs to take on England because Hash and Jock are gone putting the fear of the First Lord in a couple of rogue Vamps who dared to call Atlanta home.”

“Dinna worry. My king has the UK covered.”

Luke watched Adair walk out from behind the globe that took up the center of the room and open a portal for first Zach, then Sam.

“What will you be taking?” Luke asked once the others were gone.

Adair seemed to think about it, but Luke was pretty sure he had already calculated the probabilities and knew where the most fighting would be. One thing he could attest to about the Fey: they were skilled fighters who loved to put those skills to work. Adair was no exception. He was a trained warrior through and through.

After a moment Adair smiled at Luke. “I believe I will take the West Coast. These creatures seem tae like California these days. Perhaps it is all the movie stars.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Why are you still standing here then?”

Adair just nodded once and grabbed a handheld tracker from the table before opening a portal and walking through. The handheld device was something else Luke had created. It was basically a smaller version of the globe that showed were every dark magical being in the world was.

Adair had no longer left when Riya and Logan walked into the room. Luke tried to overlook their rushed expressions as well as the adoring look Riya shot Logan before she turned to Luke and her expression changed to one of chagrin.

“Sorry we’re late. Where do you need us?”

Although there were several spots on the globe still lit up, he knew better than to try to send them to separate locations. Logan had made it all too clear that Riya would not be fighting without him at her side. Luke couldn’t say he blamed him.

“Um, it looks like Africa’s pretty lit up.”

“Africa?” Riya asked.

Logan was already shaking his head. “Nay. I will no’ be taking her tae Demon country. They are damned anyway. Let the Darkness have them.”

Luke sighed. “I’m no more concerned about the Demon than anyone, but do you really want the Darkness getting stronger off Demonic magic?”

Logan’s expression didn’t change so Luke picked another spot that was heavy with activity. “How about Australia?”

“I didn’t think there were any Others in Australia,” Riya said.

“Of course there are Others there. Haven’t you heard of the Yowie? Not to mention there are all kinds of Others on every continent in the world.”

“Okay. Australia it is. And for the record, no, I haven’t heard of a Yowie, but I’m good with that.”

Luke didn’t have a chance to reply before Logan opened a portal, and they stepped through. Luke just looked at the globe. There were still too many lights. One would be extinguished only to have another take its place. It was as though the Darkness had begun a full frontal attack on this world in recent weeks, and he didn’t know what else to do about it.

He was pretty certain the Darkness were using the magic taken from the different Other species and blending it with their own to take on the aspects of that species. It explained how they were able to change their shapes so easily and definitely made it harder to fight them. When an opponent could turn into anything from a bat to a Giant, it made defending against them virtually impossible. He wanted so much to join the fight but couldn’t risk it. Just the thought of running into a woman had him shuddering.

The doorbell rang. That had him cocking his head. His wards should have warned him long before someone reached the house. Hell, they should have stopped anyone from moving farther than the front gate. Granted, he wasn’t the most skilled spell caster, but even Angels were taught how to ward something, and he had added a little something extra to his wards. How could someone have disabled them?

Well, he knew the answer to that. They were strong enough to break them. Why wasn’t he alarmed once the wards were broken? Because the person had not only broken through his wards but had also disable them so completely he didn’t know about it. That person would have to be überpowerful.

Enough speculating. Luke pulled up the surveillance cameras on his computer screen. A girl stood on his front step facing the door. As he watched, she reached forward and pushed the doorbell again. Luke stood up and paced the floor as he thought of all the nefarious reasons a seemingly innocent girl would break through his wards and be standing on his front step right now. The only logical explanation would be that she wasn’t a girl at all. The Darkness were cunning, so cunning that they could change into the form of anything, even a girl, to trick Luke into falling into their trap.

He looked back at the computer screen. He couldn’t see the girl’s face because the camera was slightly behind her, but she couldn’t have stood over five foot two. She had a slender build, and judging by her size, Luke wouldn’t put her at more than thirteen or fourteen. There was no way a child could have made it through his wards. No, this was definitely the enemy literally knocking at his door.

The Darkness didn’t know about his aversion to those of the opposite sex, though. Anyone else would just think the girl was lost or in some other way in need of assistance, but Luke wouldn’t answer the door to any female. His thinking it through gave him an advantage. He knew this couldn’t be just some girl. This had to be a trick, and all the Darkness were men.

Luke smiled as there was a knock on the door. Finally, he would get to see some action. He ran over to the closet and threw open the doors. It had been converted into a weapons room as soon as they had moved in. He grabbed his sword and sheath and belted it to his hip before racing down the stairs. His sword, like everything else from the Kingdom, moved to the plane in between once Luke was no longer touching it, just like his wings, and would only come to this plane when called on.

This Darkness chose the wrong tactic for attack. The creature thought he would have the element of surprise. Imagine how shocked he will be to find Luke’s sword waiting for him instead. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rang again with a hurried knock following it. Impatient this creature is. Luke laughed at his own Yoda imitation. He was used to keeping himself entertained.

Before the Darkness could knock again, Luke pulled his sword from its sheath and held it at the ready. He knew how fast these creatures were and wouldn’t give them the opportunity to throw any spells before he had a chance to dispatch them. In one movement, he turned the knob, flung open the door, and swung his sword toward the being’s neck.

He had never been more mortified in his life, and never had he been more thankful for having such quick reflexes. As it was, he was just able to stop his sword before it passed through the neck of the woman—not a girl after all—standing in front of him. He was also able to take several quick steps back, avoiding any possibility of contact; then, he slammed the door in her face, backed up several steps just to be on the safe side, and stood there dumbfounded. How could that woman have made it through his wards?

Spread the Word!

Sara