Those that follow my blog already now that I am a writer. This summer I was inspired to write the greatest story I could write that the end result is my novel Stealing Destiny (Immortal Obsession Book 1).
The best novel in the world probably not, but it is the best story I can write and I am very proud of the result. It combines suspense, desire, love and friendship with an awesome twist on Angels. I decided to give away an autographed through Goodreads. I wanted to share it with those that follow my blog so below is the link to the contest, the blub and a sample. I hope you enjoy it.
2 Day Book Giveaway For Stealing Destiny (Immortal Obsession Book 1)
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Fall into the veil between the heaven and earth and watch the war between Demons and Angels. You will find yourself crying and laughing along with the characters in this book.
It took one kiss for Destiny to steal his heart and Damien lived his life for another one from the woman he loved. If he only knew that that one kiss would lead to his death and eternal damnation, would he still have kissed her? In one mere second of time, Damien loses his life because of a supernatural twist. On a stormy night in the back roads of nowhere his car careens out of control and into a field claiming his life. Suddenly, everything he ever thought about heaven, hell and angels takes on a whole new meaning as he struggles to get his life back. Falling from heaven, Zahir makes the ultimate sacrifice but who is to benefit from it? When Zahir stole Damien’s future, his destiny and his body, he decides it’s time to steal it back. But then he is offered a choice between the life he was destined to live and the one Death offers him, putting him at a crossroad. Damien wants to make the best choice he can so that he can carry out his plans to marry Destiny. However, what Damien fails to recognize is that getting his life back is going to take him into a whole new dimension of what the afterlife means. In every lovers triangle there has to be someone who loses. No romance ever truly sees the happily ever after. One fell from heaven, someone is headed for hell and Destiny is the prize. When your heart and soul hang in the balance, is there ever really any second chances?
Chapter 01 – Searching for the light
The silence of the night broke with a loud hollow snapping sound echoing from the distance. It came closer, it grew louder and louder like thunder being pushed towards me. To most, the figure in the distance would be lost somewhere in the shadows hidden by a blanket of dark-ness. But I am not like most people. I could see his arms waving around with a big cloud shooting out of him as his breath struck the cold air. With each stride he took, his long overcoat flapped and snapped in the wind as he dodged his way through the alley. Finally he trotted out on-to the sidewalk gasping for air like an internal battle, his whole body stiffening and quaking as a loud coughing spell exploded from within him. He, then, suddenly shot up and started digging into his pockets. Deeper and deeper he searched, until he yanked something out and shoved it into his mouth. He pinched his lips together and with the flicker of a lighter, he inhaled and slowed down his pace to a stroll.
The hollow sound of his shoes hitting the hard flat cement grew louder, I gripped the cold solid handle of my dagger. My knuckles snapped and cracked as I squeezed my trusted blade a little tighter. My hand shook terribly as the thought that I needed to kill him soon entered my mind. I snapped my hand back open and just let the cold blade of my dagger tumble back into its sheath with a slight thud.
I thought that I had already gotten over the inner moral turmoil that killing Damien Douglas would bring into my life. I delayed this task for too long now, and time was running out. I looked for a reason to let him live, but all I could see was darkness growing in his soul. In a lot of ways, I loved him like a brother, but I loved Destiny more. To save him from himself and her from him, I would do what needed to be done. I would pay a dear price. There was always a price. I knew that as long as he was alive, she would never love another man. I knew that as long as she loved him, death was etched in her future. Now, I am not heartless or bloodthirsty, because he would kill her in a crime of passion a few years from now. I just decided not to wait for him to do it. It was no longer a question of whether or not he was good or bad, because I saw the future, and he would become as evil a monster as any that have ever lived, both real and imagined. After giving him so many chances to show me that the goodness in him was stronger than the darkness, I just decided that I didn’t want to wait until it was too late to stop him. This hurt me to the core. I loved him as I do her, but what else could I do. Ultimately, her life means more, and if killing him is the only way to save Destiny’s life, then he must die.
After a few minutes, he crossed the sidewalk from the inside to the outside as he passed by an old homeless beggar without even giving him a second thought. He trotted, he slowly brushed his hands up through his hair, almost yanking on it at the end, and casually glanced at his low lit reflection in the window. He curled his nose and looked away before sharply turning and gliding up the stone stairs on his way through the door way of a little broken down motel. For a mere heartbeat, it was a low deep thudding sound. Then as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.
I turned to my companions, to hear, “I really cannot tell for sure,” Raven squawked as she stood up on her tip toes, stretching her neck upward. Her hands tapped against her hips as she pinched her lips together, slowly shaking her head from side to side. “I just cannot condemn him to death unless I know for sure.” she muttered.
“It’s a yes or no answer! Either he will or will not kill Destiny.” I paced around the little alley as I waited for her to respond. It seemed so small and confining that day as I waited for her approval. She again did that little up and down thing on her tip toes, as if a few extra inches would allow her to see into his soul.
“I have to say maybe.” She stared incredulously at me, “This is not an exact science, you know.”
Before I could say a thing, Bane popped his chest out like a rooster and crowed, “Listen here, Zahir. We know how important it is to you that nothing happens to Destiny.” He paused and glared at me. “I know she is your ward. I know how passionate you are about saving her.”
Raven’s voice sounded like fingers scraping across a chalkboard, “I will not condemn him to die unless I am sure he deserves to die. Unless I am sure of that, there is no other way. The same as I cannot tell you that there is more light than darkness in his heart.” With that, she squeezed closer to the edge of the alley, half-twisting her way through the opening. The giant bear-like Bane just raised an eyebrow and had one of those ‘I do not know what you expect me to do.’ He then turned and trotted deeper into the alley while shrugging his shoulders and muttering something under his breath.
I just looked at Raven helplessly, trying to hold in my sorrow, or at least trying not to let it show. Every movement was short and slow. She’d bounce up, then back down, turn her head to the right in a twisting movement, and so on. “I see dreadful darkness,” I could admit. I al-most collapsed over the news.
“Not yet. Do not dare think that I am saying he is consumed or will give in to the darkness. All I see is something dark in his future.”
I was at a loss and questioned, “What?”
Her lips pressed together in a pouting motion as she tapped her narrow twig-like finger against her lips. “I see darkness, but fate and free choice are always at odds. The future is always changing. Man is meant to follow a defined path, but due to his passions that is not always where he arrives.”
“Does he kill Destiny?” I begged to know in frustration. She jumped back and looked up at me as I realized that I had spoken more forcefully then I intended to. Open-mouthed, a light squeak was all that came out of her.
“Does he try to kill my Destiny?” She seemed to ignore me as she went back to her task in silence. I tried to read her emotions, but there were none.
There was a loud crack and the loud thumping of bass echoing from behind Damien as he kicked open the door and smashed his way through the door. He was half-carrying out a short curvy figure that seemed to be in the midst of groping him as she hung on in utter fear. It was an awkward struggle as each seemed to be guiding the other uncontrollably. He was almost dragging the poor little creature down the street until he stopped suddenly and with delicate care, slowly lowered her to the ground. He stood up, and tucking three fingers into his pock-et, asked, “Are you okay?” With a slight sway in his hips he waited for a response, explanation, or some reason for what he knew he really did not want to hear an answer to. I did not need to read his mind, heart, or soul to be able to understand the concern that consumed his face like a mask.
A shy little ashamed voiced whispered, “Yes. I think I am.” She then started rubbing her hands together.
Damien slurred, “Are you sure, Desiree? If you tell me that any of those boys hurt you, I will smash them around until….”
The little woman cut in. “No, please don’t go all Rambo on them,” Those giant innocent eyes pleadingly stared up at him. “It was just a misunderstanding, that’s all.”
In a firm tone, Damien exclaimed, “What exactly is the misunderstanding?” His whole body quaked with fury as his eyes bulged out of their sockets. Even from that distance, the whites of his eyes glowed like candles in the darkness. After a few minutes of silence, he started to demand in a loud crackle, but suddenly dropped his tone. “Why would you start hanging out with the Johansen brothers?” He paced a little. “What could possibly make you want to party with the brothers?”
Long streams of tears poured down along her cheeks as she stated, “They made me feel wanted, desired, and desirable.” As she covered her face, shame glowed all around her. “They called me Desire and asked me to come over…and watch a movie.” Staring up, she frantically continued, “That’s all, just a movie. Then, then, they offered me a drink.” She rubbed her arms, almost tearing about at the skin, leaving long thin trails of red streaks. “I said no, but they kept asking, so finally I agreed.
Damien stormed around her, red-faced. With each step he made, his heart boomed in absolute disgust. “Then what happened?”
“Then the oldest brother Harold sat beside me…” Before Damien could say anything, she mumbled, “He kept touching me and I screamed no.”
Damien exploded, “Did he stop?”
“Not right away, so I ran in the bathroom, and called father Mike. I stayed there expecting Father Mike to come, but heard you calling me. The boys were calling me tease and banging on the door.”
As her tears became stronger and stronger, Damien flopped down on the cement beside and wrapped his arm around her. The way he looked down at her was a tender moment that I had not thought possible for him, but the thoughts that flowed from him were as terrifying as any I had ever read. Images of pain and violence flipped through his mind as he thought of the countless punishments the men upstairs de-served. “Damien, you are not going to shoot them, are you?”
He actually laughed at the thought, since the idea that he wanted to do a lot worse to them was building in him. “No, Desiree, I am not going to shoot them, but I must do something.” He tugged out his badge. “I am the law here, and they broke the law.” After a moment of silence, he asked, “Did you do any drugs?” His expression was cold and stone-faced, like he was searching for a lie.
Fearfully she replied, “No sir.” He kept interrogating her like a prisoner and piece by piece she exploded with confessions. He took off his jacket and carefully wrapped it around her.
“Is father Mike coming to get me?” she asked. He simply nodded and lit a cigarette. “Can I have a smoke, because I am a little shook up.” she asked.
“No,” was all he responded as he tapped his lighter against his palm. “Father Mike would condemn me if I gave you a smoke and preach to you the whole way home.”
“He’s going to do that anyway.”
A slight crack of a smile split his face as he started, “Father Mike has been that way his whole life.”
Wide-eyed, she gasped. “He has always preached.”
“Yes, even when he was just plain Michael, he was long winded and preached a lot.”
As she rolled her eyes, Desiree stated, “I cannot imagine Father Mike as anything but father Mike. Next, you will tell me that he was the captain of the football team.”
He was amused by this thought and blurted out, “No, not the captain of the football team, but captain of the chess team and school news-paper editor.” Damien clenched his fists open and closed as he continued. “That is, of course, when he was not wishing that he could get your mother’s attention.”
Shock covered her face as she gasped at the thought. She screamed out, “Father Mike liked girls?! He liked my mother?!” She was speechless as the thought that with a simple twist of fate, Father Mike could have been her actual father, ran through her mind. That, and of course, the realization that this man she once knew was a real man with real emotions. “Did he, like, date her?” Before Damien could respond, she questions, “Then how did he become a Priest?”
Shaking his head, Damien just mumbled, “I have been asking the same question my whole life.”
With a slow squeak, a dented car pulled up, jumping up onto the side walk. As the car seemed to bounce endlessly, Damien placed her into it. He popped another cigarette into his mouth, lit it, and a mild discussion evolved. Within a few minutes, the smaller man hopped into the car and told Damien he would take her home and meet him later. Damien lingered around for a few minutes after the tail lights vanished from sight, before storming into the building once more.
It was some time before Damien came out again. Such fury filled him as he charged into the street following two young men. He shoved them along, harder and harder, screaming and threatening them. I even trembled as the various thoughts and desires of punishment flowed all around. This was the evil I knew existed in him. This was the evil I feared would destroy him and those that he loved.
The older brother Harold was as defiant as he was stupid. “You can-not treat me like this,” as he pushed and jerked around. His red eyes and gloomy teeth stuck out along with a sweet stench that rolled out of him with each breath.
With a slight kick sending him face first into the ground, Damien followed with, “It looks like I am treating you this way.” As he looked from side to side, he smashed his foot into his side, leaving the man twitching in agony as a low moaning snap rose from his rib cage.
Harold screamed in agony, “You bastard!” as he cried and whimpered.
“Yes I am,” he responded, as he drove his feet into his side. “Yes I am.”
Again Harold screamed, “What kind of cop kicks a man when he has his hands cuffed and cannot defend himself?”
After two more tear-jerking kicks, Damien continued, “The same kind of cop that catches a 21 year old man taking advantage of a 16 year old girl. The kind of cops that beats the hell out of the man who takes advantage of a young woman who has a lame leg. You are a predator, Harold, feeding on her low self-esteem.” His hand clenched around the handle of his gun as he sneered at the younger of the two. “Stay right where you are, Billy Johansen, or else you will be rolling around beside your big brother.”
The baby-faced 16 year old took heed to those words and just froze. I pitied him because unlike Harold, who had a knack and received general satisfaction for most of the horrible things he did, both real and imaginary, Billy never enjoyed being involved and his heart was always full of regrets.
Harold struggled to his feet and just stood there defiantly with a snake’s smile on his face. He was a troubled man with the moral up-bringing of a rabid animal, and I feared that tonight would end his reign of terror. “What are you going to do, just shoot me here on the street?”
Damien immediately responded without any hesitation. “Nope. I was thinking the alley over there in private,” He pointed in our direction. “Do you really think that anyone would miss either of you?” As those words left his lips, the younger brother’s jaw quivered with fear. As those words left Damien’s lips, both of them realized for the first time that there was something to fear in him.