*Scratches head, wondering how she's going to do this*
This is where I would normally say something like "WOOOOOHOOOO I am so excited to have the fabulously awesome and amazing author Belinda Boring on my blog today and share all about the brilliant novella, Cherished." I would gush and swoon but wait .... I'M BELINDA BORING and that would be a little conceited, right? LOL Even if it is true!
I'm currently on tour with some terrific bloggers and I need to stop somewhere today. What better place to share the first book excerpt of the tour than with you all? It's been the support from everyone who visits that helped me looking into writing and finally publishing so TA DA! Let me share a little from Cherished with you today and let me know what you think.
Here we go ....
A gun shot broke the silence and drug me screaming through the choking darkness. Gasping for breath, frantically seeking for something to cling to, I faltered for a moment when I found the space beside me empty. I struggled to focus, my hands restlessly moving about, but there was nothing. That’s when the terror began to pull me back under.
Flashes of images so shocking fired rapidly at me. They were jumbled at first, but slowly they began to make sense and it came with a gut wrenching pain that stole my breath. Suddenly my ears were filled with the fury laden howl of a wolf. My wolf. She was furious and in no way consolable. The nightmare had triggered memories in her also.
My heart raced, beating hard against my chest and I let out a strangled whimper as I fought to regain control. Closing my eyes, I tried to block out the thoughts bombarding me as the events of the night began to replay themselves. Without realizing, I started to rock back and forth.
Jasmine. Beautiful, sweet, perfect Jasmine. Gone, and it was all my fault. It was my stubborn pride—thinking I could protect us that had led to the fateful encounter. It was because of my inability to act that I couldn’t stop him from stealing her from me.
Bile rose in my throat, bringing with it a taste that caused my wolf to suddenly stop her howling. A new feeling surged through me, one of triumph and a strong sense of retribution. She was pleased with her part in the evening and I couldn’t help the shudders that overtook my body as I connected the unique flavor filling my mouth.
Flesh and blood. His. I couldn’t hide away from the small sense of satisfaction I felt. Even though I hadn’t been able to take care of it, she had. She’d taken a firm hold of the situation, pushed me into the background and hunted the monster down. Without mercy. Without hesitation.
Tearing him limb from limb until he was unrecognizable, she refused to give back control, adamant she was the only way to keep us safe. Looking down at my body as it nestled under piles of soft, warm blankets, I strained to remember how I managed to convince her to release me.
A name whispered in my mind and my muscles instantly relaxed as if the mere mention of him was enough to ease the tension. Mason. He had come and his help had restored me. He’d seen the devastation, how I’d failed him and still he had patiently been there.
Shame pounded into me. How could I possibly look him in the eye again, knowing I cost him his beloved sister? Sure, he brought me back, but that was more the duty of an Alpha, and I doubt he would still want to mate with me.
Just the idea of never completing the bond stirred up fear and an agony so acute, tears began to stream done my face. I pulled my knees up into my chest and hugged them, continuing my steady rocking.
What am I going to do?
If that tempted you enough and you're interested in reading more, you can buy Cherished at the following places - Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Smashwords
The tour continues on tomorrow at Freda's Voice
And here's some incentive to follow the tour through to the end ...
Last stop : The Mystic Wolves Official Site