Well, it is now officially 2011 and I for one am pumped for everything this year can bring. There are so many possibilities, you just have to go after them right?

For me 2010 was a year of many firsts. I had my first book releases in print–His Darkest Hunger and His Darkest Embrace…as well as in ebook from Samhain Publishing, Black Destiny and Black Legacy. For a writer this was a dream come true.

I just finished Declan’s book, Wicked Road to Hell and can’t wait for everyone to see what happens in his story. His book takes everything to the next level. I just loved writing him.

But first I have the release of the third book in the Jaguar Warrior series….His Darkest Salvation. This is Julian’s story and I had an absolute blast writing it! He and Jaden are well, not exactly on great terms when they first meet…..again….Here is the official back jacket copy.

In a world on the brink of chaos, passion and vengeance collide …

After six months in hell, Julian Castille has returned to the world a changed man. No longer the calm, powerful CEO, but a shifter fully embraced by the blood of his clan. Julian has one goal: find the key to the portal that stands between the human realm and unprecedented darkness—and win back the pieces of his soul. The last thing he needs is a distraction like the beautiful, enigmatic Jaden DaCosta.

Three years ago, a forbidden night of passion left Jaden forever altered: mated to Julian Castille–bound to a man who despises her. But the temptation to trust this darker, more savage—and more captivating—Julian is overwhelming. And as they fight for their immortal souls, their insatiable desire for each other may prove their fatal undoing…

And tho I can’t release the full cover…it’s getting a few tweaks and isn’t finalized yet, here is a sneek peek at a small bit….

What do you all think? I love it and can’t wait to post the entire thing! And for added fun, here is a small snippet I pulled randomly from the manuscript.

“I had a visitor.”

“You sure this is a good idea?” Declan sounded doubtful. “I was kinda liking the idea of the working this alone. You know, Butch and Sundance, Starsky and Hutch….Bonnie and Clyde.” He laughed softly at Julian’s dark look. “Of course you’d be Bonnie.”

Wow a week from now I’ll be sitting in my jammies, sipping a flavoured coffee watching the kiddies open their prezzies. I can’t believe how fast Christmas snuck up on us. Or maybe it’s just me…the Queen of procrastination….

I just find this time of year to be so incredibly busy that I need to make myself slow down and enjoy. Next to Thanksgiving, Christmas is my favourite time of year. It’s all about family and hanging out enjoying each others company. I’ve been so busy and have neglected my blog, but I thought I’d share some of my favourite Christmas things and would love to hear yours as well.

-my favourite christmas gift I ever recieved was many years ago when I got a Cher barbie doll complete with a couple of the Bob Mackie designer duds. My fave of those being the Cherokee outfit. My god how I loved her long hair, long lashes and long painted fingernails.

-I love watching my children open their gifts. They’re still young enough to be really excited (well at least the female child is my male child tries to act cool about EVERYTHING these days), so sadly, the mystery of Santa is no longer.

-my favourtie Christmas movie, traditional…It’s a Wonderful Life. Non-traditional, Elf. Okay, can I just say that if I could have my very own Buddy I’d adopt him in a heartbeat.

-Fave christmas songs….. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, as sung by The Pretenders. O Holy Night-Josh Grobin, Something about Christmas Time, Brian Adams.

-I love real trees at Christmas though we actually have a fake. I couldnt’ turn down the pre lit tree my mother offered up. It does look very pretty but sadly, it’s not the same….you can’t reproduce the smell!

-my fave decorations are the ones my kids made. I have them all, from jr. kindergarten up to grade 6 when they stopped brigning them home. (I love how my princess moved her brother’s to the back of the tree and made sure hers all faced out in the front..LOL)

-I love sweet potato. I love sweet potato balls….that is all.

-I haven’t been to a candle lit midnight mass in years, but love them. I should go.

-I love rum and eggnog….don’t care that there’s a million calories involved and don’t ever give me the fat free egg nog. YUCK.

These are just a few of the things that I love about the holidays….. So, if you celebrate Christmas what are yours? I’d love to hear and in the meantime, Merry Christmas and have a safe holiday season with your family and all the people who mean something to you.

It’s early here in my part of Canuk land. Cold and dark out there. Thankfully no snow yet but it’s on the way. Which is to be expected, since it’s like less than a month before Christmas.

Have I started my Christmas shopping? That would be a big fat NO. I’ve found as my kids get older I’m not in such a hurry to get to the malls and find the bestest toys ever. In fact, these days the thought of going anywhere near the mall or Costco seems more like a chore. I have so many other things to do and worry about.

So I try not to think about it until I HAVE to and then I can panic. This is called procastination.

It’s something I deal with a lot. Seems I’m the kind of person who does her best work when her back is to the wall. Same deal with my writing. The less time I have, the more I seem to accomplish.

Which, is why at the god awful time of 4:30 am I’m up, writing this post as I procastinate on getting to my current WIP. But I will…get there. I have to. I’ve got five weeks to write about 60k to finish up a project. And I’ll finish. For reals.

And now, I’m off to make some coffee, I’ll fold a load of laundry, and dammit get to that WIP.

All right, been busy of late and have ignored my blog. SORRY!!!!!!!!!! LOL, but life is what it is! I’m Canuk and we’ve already had our thanksgiving, but my American friends are about to celebrate theirs! So, I’m doing a list today of stuff I’m thankful for….

1. Damon Salvatore…um, need I say more? and if you’re not watching the Vampire Diaries….do it. Now. Just for him.

2. My family. Darn, I suppose I should have listed them 1st, but um, let’s pretend I did….LoL, they know how I feel.

3. A great red wine. Let’s be serious people, what better way to relax after a stressful week then sipping a wonderful Cab/merlot?

4. Avon nutrience face cream. It’s cheap but I love it. That its cheap makes it even bettah…

5. Soul Sister. Love that song by train. Love it.

6. The Mudslides. My girls rock and I love you all.

7. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1. Can’t. Wait.

8. Avon publishing. Kind of obvious but hey, they put out some serious fiction that rocks…me included!

9. Shelby, my dog. She’s the sweetest golden retriever you’ll ever want to meet. And she’s mine.

10. Lastly, Alcide. K, I’ve never seen a sexier werewolf before and uh, right now he’s inspiration for many, many things!

So, what is everyone else grateful for? share your list please!

It’s Wednesday, Hump day and as I’m busy writing a new UF I thought I’d share a snippet from His Darkest Salvation, book 3 in The Jaguar Warriors.

In this scene Julian is waiting for Declan to join him in Mexico.

Julian couldn’t explain the fury, the rage that flushed through him. It was harsh and left him panting as he struggled to control the darkness that sank into his head.

“Lady,” he whispered hoarsely, “You should go.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“He’s been called worse.”

They both turned as Declan O’Hara slid up against the bar. “He wouldn’t be any good anyways.” The tall Irishman smiled at the blonde and winked. “Trust me, he hasn’t had sex in a seriously long time, I doubt he’d last more than two minutes.”

The woman’s mouth fell open and she sputtered but no words came from within. She shook her head and turned on her heel, disappearing into the crowd within seconds.

“Nice.” Declan murmured.

Julian scowled and pushed away from the bar. “What took so long? Thought you were going to meet me at the airport.”

Declan’s eyes narrowed, though he kept a smile pasted to his face. He ordered a cold beer.

“I had a visitor.”

“More demons?”

“Nope.”

Silence fell between them as Julian stared at the sorcerer. He was tight lipped and tense.
“You gonna elaborate?”

Declan grabbed the coldie from the bartender and took a long, hard swig. “Ana.”

Julian let that information settle a bit. The vampire was not someone the two of them discussed. Not once in all the time they’d been trapped in hell had Declan ever mentioned Ana.

But Julian knew how deeply his feelings ran.

“Didn’t take long for her to hunt you down.” He said carefully.

Declan finished his beer. “Pretty easy to do considering Jaden contacted PATU and gave them a heads up.”

PATU. Paranormal Anti-Terrorist Unit.

It was the government agency run by his brother Jaxon and one that Declan had belonged to up until six months ago. Technically he supposed the Irishman was still a part of the elite unit, but the both of them knew their journey had been altered dramatically the day they’d left the human realm.

“Jaden contacted her?” He was full of disbelief.

“Yeah, apparently she’s one of the good guys.”

Julian snorted. “Sure she is.”

Declan shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just the messenger. Ana said she’s been working covertly for years under the umbrella of PATU.”

Julian ignored his words.

“How are they?” Julian asked, “My brothers. Did Jagger make it out of the jungle with Skye?”

“Yeah. They’re good…” Declan’s voice trailed off, “they’re all good. Normal and fucking peachy-keen.”

The two men stared at each other. Normal was not a word they’d ever be able to use again.

Julian clenched his teeth and let the wave of pain that sat upon his chest ride over him. He felt the tangle of scars burn, pulsate. It was a constant reminder of what he’d lost. Most of the time he was able to ignore it, but sometimes, like now, the burn was much too intense.

If he let it, it would surely drive him mad.

“And Ana?” He asked softly.

Declan carefully placed the empty bottle on the bar. “The same.”

Julian watched the sorcerer closely but knew the conversation was over.

“You boys want another?” The bartender drew his attention, he shook his head and followed Declan back into the lobby.

His heart rate slowed as his animal gathered tight. He let his senses fly but as far as he could tell, there wasn’t a hint of otherworld, nor was there any sign of the DaCostas.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Declan sounded doubtful. “I was kinda liking the idea of working this alone. You know, Butch and Sundance, Starsky and Hutch….Bonnie and Clyde.” He laughed softly at Julian’s dark look. “Of course you’d be Bonnie.”

Hey Everybody!

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All right our fun Halloween round robin concludes today with an exciting ending written by Rebecca Zanetti.
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Chapter Five

“Screwed this up?” Karen gasped, her hand going to the bite mark on her neck. The bite mark that suddenly throbbed along with her entire head. “You know him?” Her voice waivered. Damn it. Her voice never wavered.
Jon stalked closer, his eyes a pissed green, his scent of spiced pine filling her senses. “Not as well as you do, sweetheart.”
A shiver wound down her spine. Desire, fear, anger. Karen shifted, pressing her back against the wall, keeping them both in her sights. “Grandma?”
A blue glow surrounded her grandma as the fairy reached out and slapped Jon on the back of the head. “I told you not to approach her yet, you dumb dog.”
Karen pivoted, muscles bunching to defend the elderly fairy and then she stopped, dumbfounded, as Jon dropped his head. “Sorry, ma’am.” He lifted up, his gaze cutting to Karen. “But she’s mine. I’m done waiting.”
“Yours?” Fire swept through Karen until temper made her ears ring. “No fucking way.”
“Ah, darlin’,” he reached out and ran one calloused finger over the mark on her neck. “Don’t make me bite you again.” Before she could react, an arrow crashed through the window aimed at her head. Jon yanked her to the side, emitting a low growl when it pierced his chest.
He dropped to his knees.
Oh god. She rushed forward and eased him back against the wall. The arrowhead was buried in his flesh. Blue rings began to cascade out. “The tip is silver.” Dread and fear slammed into her so hard her mind fuzzed. She measured the single inch from the wound to his heart, glancing up at the slight smile playing on his full lips. “What’s so funny?”
“You like me.” While his words remained light, his jaw clenched hard. The wolf was pissed.
No, she loved him. Damn it. “You’re not going to like me in a minute.” She grasped the vibrating wood and planted one boot against his solar plexus. “So. How do you know my grandmother?” She yanked, falling on her ass as the arrow sprang free.
“Holy mother f—” Jon bellowed, grabbing his chest and throwing his head back, the cords of his neck turning purple. Shimmers filled the air as his wolf stretched to life beneath his skin. He took several deep breaths until his shoulders relaxed and his head lowered. His gaze pierced hers. The hole in his broad chest slowly closed. The blue rings lightened. They’d remain for a week or so. “You enjoyed that.”
She smiled. “Maybe a little.”
Her grandmother grabbed a bow from the bedroom, lighting an arrow tip on fire with a butane lighter. She took aim outside the now broken window and let the projectile loose. A furious howl filled the night. “Got the blood sucking vulture.” She cocked another arrow, glancing over her tiny shoulder. “You two going to help or what?”
Karen crept toward the window to peer into the darkness. “It’s dawn.”
Her grandmother pointed at angry thunderclouds rushing across the desert sky. “Bad storm. Should last hours. The vampires are safe from sunlight, for now.”
A whistle pierced the air outside. “Come on out, folks. Don’t make me huff and puff,” a low male voice bellowed.
“It’s Degatto.” Jon leapt toward the window with a deep growl. “I’m the wolf, you asshole. Get your legends straight.”
“You’re a damn traitor,” Degatto yelled back. “Do you really think I didn’t know about the alliance? The peace declared last spring?”
Karen gasped, her gaze shifting to her grandmother. “Peace? You declared peace with the werewolves?” What the hell was going on? “Wait a minute. Last spring we sent you on that singles cruise for three months. When did you have time to broker peace?”
Her grandmother cleared her throat, a fine pink spreading under her pale skin. “Well, I mean, I met Jordan on the ship.”
“Jordan Sirius? The fucking Alpha?”
“Watch your mouth, dear.” Her grandmother lit another arrow, squinted into the darkness and took aim. A shriek filled the abyss. “Jordan is retired. We’re going on a year-long cruise next month.” She cocked another arrow. “You mated the current Alpha.”
Holy freaking crap. “I don’t believe this.” She was a hunter. Not a wolf mate.
Jon edged toward the door. “The war is stupid and began with a lover’s quarrel three centuries ago. Werewolves and fairies are meant to mate; we’re both stronger for it. And we need an alliance against the damn blood suckers, who are making a move.” He leaned against the wall, settling his stance, his gaze on the oak. “I love you. We’re meant to be together.”
The words sent a rush of pleasure through her to thump her heart. Hard. “So why the secrecy? Why not just tell me?”
Her grandmother sighed. “Well, dear…you’re a dedicated hunter. And rather stubborn. We sent Jon undercover with Degatto to figure out the vamp’s strategy, and then Jonny was supposed to contact you for help.” She glared at the wolf. “Not mate and marry you.” She sniffed. “At least right away.”
Karen exhaled her gaze on her husband. “But you tried to take me to Degatto yesterday.”
Jon shook his head, keeping his focus on the closed door. “Yeah. I figured you’d be enough of a distraction that I could kill him and be done with this.” A low growl emerged from the wolf. “Then you shot me.”
Before Karen could respond, the front door shattered and a seven foot vampire rushed inside. Degatto. Jon lowered his lead and leapt forward to tackle the monster to the floor. The entire house rocked on its foundation. A blaze of silver glinted as Jon’s blade slashed into the vampire’s neck. Jon twisted his wrist, and Degatto’s head rolled off his body. Poof. Only a fine sheen of dust remained.
Jon stood, wiping particles off his face. “I knew he’d come in the front door. Obvious bastard.”
Three more vamps rushed inside. Karen leapt for one, jumping on his back and digging her knife into his jugular. Two hard pulls and she decapitated the creature, landing on her feet to assist with the others as it disintegrated. Only Jon and Grandma remained, both covered in light dust.
Sunlight began to filter through the clouds outside. She replaced her knife in her boot. “So what now?”
Her grandmother shrugged, sidling toward the bedroom. “Now? I’m going to take a nap and when I awaken, I’m going to live my life. I suggest you do the same.” The door shut with a smart snap.
Karen took a deep breath, her gaze traveling up the hard thighs, flat stomach and massive chest to her lover’s face. Her mate. “Well?”
He smiled, slow and sure. “First we nap.” The glint in his eye promised there would be no sleeping. “Then, I’m thinking a honeymoon. A real one on the beach with no clothes and lots of sex.” He grasped her arms and tugged her toward him. “I love you.”
Acceptance settled on her shoulders as warmth spread around her heart. A honeymoon sounded perfect. “I love you, too.” She yelped as he swept her off the ground. “My. What large muscles you have.”
He chuckled. “All the better…”
Damn but she loved her big bad wolf.

We continue with chapter four written by the lovely Jess Granger.

Karen raced down the strip, dodging through the bewildered pedestrians and drunk frat boys with long plastic tubes of neon colored drinks hanging around their necks. A pair of Degatto’s thugs on sleek black bikes peeled out of one of the service entrances to the casino.
The engines roared as the lights from the strip reflected off the black visors covering their faces.
Damn it.
Karen switched direction, doubling back toward the casino. The bikes couldn’t turn around for another block and it would give her time. Ahead two more black clad morons ran out from the casino, wearing sunglasses at night. Perfect. What was it about frickin’ vampires and their sunglasses? Honestly?
And why the hell was a werewolf mixed up with the bloodsuckers? In the history of all things unnatural, that never happened. Ever.
Karen took a deep breath and centered herself. She still had a trick or two up her sleeve. She just hated exposing herself on the Strip.
Unlike half the other drunks in the city.
“Degatto wants a word with you.” One of the vamps held out his hands, and she could feel the power draw toward him, a rush like air being pulled into a tornado.
“Tell your boss, he’s going to have to do better than that.” She let her true form blaze, shining as brightly as the sun. The Vampires hissed, covering their faces like cheap leather-clad imitations of Bela Lugosi.
She smiled. Someone had to put the fairy in fairy tales. She transformed, shrinking into an insubstantial point of light, no more conspicuous than a firefly. In the lights of Vegas, she was as good as invisible. She floated above the Strip, drifting over the sound of the tourist’s applause.
Yeah, well, when she returned, she’d really put on a show. It had been too long since someone imploded a casino on the Strip.
***
The stars above the desert stretched overhead as Karen trudged through the sage and twisted Joshua trees of the high desert. The journey would have taken her maybe an hour and a half by car, but on foot, she’d been walking all night. The first gray light of dawn nearly broke on the horizon. There was only one place she could go.
Karen stumbled up the long gravel drive of a patched together little stucco house with a red tile roof and a scraggly cactus garden in the front. She let her fairy light out, burning with the glow as she inspected the outside of the house. Nothing seemed disturbed, except the fresh scuff of tire treads through the gravel.
A knot twisted deep inside Karen. She rubbed the mark at her neck.
Had she killed him?
She shouldn’t have felt guilt. She never felt guilt. She was a physical embodiment of the light. It was her duty to destroy the darkness, wasn’t it?
She couldn’t stop thinking about Jon’s eyes, the way he closed them in the grips of passion. Passion for her. There was no hiding it, no masking it.
Her fingertips trailed just beneath his mark, and she felt the slight touch shoot through her body, a white-hot lance of pleasure and pain that shimmered inside her as brightly as the light.
He couldn’t fake what she’d seen in his eyes.
Karen swallowed the lump in her throat and knocked on the scuffed up door. “Is anyone home?” she choked out, her voice catching. She tried to convince herself it was only the dust caught there, and not her clawing guilt.
Karen opened the door. It was unlocked.
“Hello?” She gripped her knife, easing into the familiar living room. The worn rust-orange shag caught on the heel of her boot. After forty years, it was about time to redecorate. Something stirred in the back.
Karen crept down the hall, the faded pictures of a lifetime of memories closed in on either side of the narrow passage.
“Grandma, is that you?” Apprehension slithered up her spine as she pushed open the door to her Grandma’s bedroom.
A pair of glowing green eyes stared at her in malice.
Her heart leapt, relief coursing through her blood before she fought the annoying sensation with every ticked off bone in her body. “Why wolf, what big eyes you have.”
He huffed as he struggled to raise himself on an elbow. His chest had been neatly bandaged. “I’d love to say I’m happy to see you too, angel face, but under the circumstances…” He pulled out his piece and aimed it between her eyes.
“What did you do to Grandma?” She gripped the knife tighter, ready to throw it at his heart should the need arise.
“Well, I didn’t eat her, if that’s what you’re implying.” He gave her a wolfish grin as his burning gaze drifted down her body.
“Enough, both of you!” The iron-like voice of Grandma Harvey shot through the dark. Karen jumped and wheeled around to face the awesome power of the elder fairy. “You’ve both screwed this up bad enough as is.”

The story concludes tomorrow with Chapter Five by Rebecca Zanetti

We continue today with Chapter three of our free Halloween read! I wrote this one and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Three

They dressed in silence.
Modesty had found Karen and she kept her back to him, though the mirror to her left allowed study as he rooted through his bag for an extra pair of jeans.
Why was it that the most attractive men were also the biggest assholes? Why did she have to go and marry the bastard? Couldn’t the bed breaking sex have been enough?
Oh yeah, the wolf blood infused drink. Nice. She gritted her teeth. He was so going to pay for that.
She tightened her belt and slipped denim clad legs into kick ass boots. An image of her foot, planted firmly against his butt made her smile, if only for a second. Once her leather coat was in place she arched a brow and sneered. “So where we headed?”
Jon slipped a black t-shirt over his head, grabbed his bag and smiled. “Black Magick.”
Karen’s eyes widened. “Seriously.” It wasn’t a question, so much as a statement.
Jon opened the door and stood back, motioning with his hand. “After you.”
If looks could kill the werewolf would be a toasty mess of burning fur. Fuck. She’d not seen that coming.
Karen slipped past him, face blank, while inside her mind was freaking out. How the hell had she gotten herself into this stinking crap situation? She’d not pulled such a newbie boner since she’d swapped spit with wolf boy Caleb Nelson at her high school prom.
And that had turned into a fucking fiasco, resulting in murder, mayhem and her ass grounded for months. Christ would she never learn?
Twenty minutes later she was behind the wheel of her sleek, black, Porsche and they pulled out of valet parking, slipping into the throng of traffic that clogged Las Vegas’s strip. She was aware that Jon kept his piece—a modified glock—close to his heart. It was in a holster beneath his leather jacket.
Motely Crue blasted from the speakers and he snorted. “Really?”
“Hey,” she snapped, “the 80’s might have been before my time but the music rocked.” She increased the volume and smiled to herself as they roared down the strip. Shout at the Devil, indeed.
“So,” she began, licking her lips as a frown furrowed between her eyebrows. “You targeted me.” She glanced toward him—big mistake. His dark eyes were settled on her in a way that screamed possession.
Karen jerked her head back and gazed at the road ahead. It was bumper to bumper. Shit, this could take awhile—not that she was in any hurry to get to Black Magick. Her gut tightened at the thought.
“I didn’t target you per say.”
Why the hell did his voice sound like aged whiskey poured over cool ice? Totally wasn’t fair.
“Oh? What exactly is your, um, per say.” Good. She sounded calm. Neutral. Slightly sarcastic.
“I work for Del Degatto.”
Okay, that’s not what she’d wanted to hear. Karen’s fingers gripped the wheel tightly, so much so, her knuckles were white. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat and for a second she was afraid she’d choke.
She exhaled a ragged breath, caught sight of her face in the mirror and winced. She looked like a weak kneed, wet behind the ears, scared out her mind newbie.
Damn but she needed to keep it together.
“Degatto know you put your mark on me?” Anger erupted inside her chest. “Was that his plan all along?” Her eyes flashed as she snarled the words. “Screw the hunter and then really screw her over?”
“No.” He answered tersely.
She snorted. “What’s he going to say when he finds out we’re mated, you and I?”
Karen paused, angry and curious. “Why did you do it?” They were stopped at a traffic light, surrounded on all sides by people, cars and noise. “You didn’t have to bite me. Hell, you’d already screwed me over, and then some. Why the claiming? Was it some nasty ass joke?”
Jon growled. The air around him shimmered and his wolf shifted beneath his skin. His handsome face was tense. The shifter was on edge.
“Claiming for a wolf is never a joke.” His eyes narrowed and he ran his hand through the shaggy mane of hair at his nape.
Traffic started to move. Ahead Black Magick, taunted. It was the newest casino on the strip and one she’d vowed never to enter. She had minutes to formulate a plan.
A spot opened and she changed lanes, her eyes ahead, focused. She saw her chance and took it, accelerating to top speed in seconds. The car jumped the curb, narrowly missing a pack of tourists—their pasty white legs were a dead giveaway. They crashed into a large cement structure and then there was silence.
“What the fuck?” Stunned, Jon turned to her but Karen was out of her seat, her hands clutching a mini crossbow that had been hidden beneath her seat.
Time slowed down and did that weird slow motion thing as she sailed over the hood of the car, narrowly avoiding a swipe from the wolf’s hand. She pressed the trigger, letting rip a barrage of small silver arrows.
She landed in a crouch, ignoring the howl of pain that erupted from Jon. The radio blasted suddenly. Karen was up in an instant. She was running for her life, but spared a smile as the heavy beat of The Crue followed in her wake. Kickstart my Heart.
She hazarded a glance back and felt her mouth go dry at the fury that laced Jon’s dark eyes. She turned and raced past Black Magick, flipping the bird at the security cameras as she did so.
“Kickstart that, assholes.”

Make sure you check back tomorrow when the story continues with Chapter Four written by Jess Granger.