Question?

I posted all of the first Hellbourne book. There is a second one and I had planned on writing a third. What is your opinion of re-issuing. Should I reprint with 1 & 2 then write 3 or should I wait and put them all together? What are your thoughts?

Mondays!

Okay so it has been ages since I started anything on my blog. I’ve decided to make Mondays sort of a revisit of one of my older books. I’m going to post Hellbourne, a book I wrote over 10 years ago. I will post a chapter a week for 12 weeks.

If you haven’t read this before it is a story about Hellbourne, the son of the devil and his search for love.

Originally this first book was actually two books that I ended up putting together into one. There is a second book back to hell which I will put back up for sale sometime in the next few months.

Chapter One

It was amazing that the body could still move while the heart was shattering into millions of microscopic pieces. Luc Hellbourne kicked the empty soda can on the street, idly watching it tumble across the asphalt.

All other sensations dimmed next to the pain in his chest.

A bitter laugh burst past his lips.

Homeless.

Why in his father’s hell did he ever start a relationship with an alpha werewolf? It wasn’t as if he didn’t know the man wanted to have a successor, yearned to have children of his own.

It was for the best. He gave another sad laugh at his new mantra, whispered it to the breeze, stomped it out with each step, desperately trying to believe his own words.

He didn’t know which hurt worse, losing his lover to a woman, or losing the comfort and caring of the pack. Cutting himself away from his pack friends after twenty years of belonging ripped away a huge chunk of his soul.

Remembering the love in Betsy’s eyes when she claimed Bran as her own eased a small portion of Luc’s frozen heart. However, during the mating ceremony Bran had looked away from his new wife and the longing in his expression as he watched Luc, hit him as if he were struck by a body blow.

He knew in that moment that the werewolf would never accept his fate as long as Luc was near. It wasn’t fair to the pack to have a conflicted alpha. One of them had to leave.

The one who wasn’t pack.

“Get it together.” Tears prickling his eyes, Luc continued his determined march to nowhere. His guitar case banged painfully against his side as he walked, all the hard edges finding his most sensitive places. He ignored it with the same indifference he coated over his soul to keep moving. His guitar was the one thing he’d grabbed on the way out. It was custom made by his uncle and one of his most prized possessions

A quick glance around proved he was in unfamiliar territory. An area of town never visited, at least not in recent memory, but then he’d never travelled around the city without companions before. Loneliness formed a hard knot in his stomach.

This was a day for new things.

So far, none of them had been good.

Loud, pounding     music caught his attention. It thrummed through his body like a moving heartbeat. As a half fae, Luc felt the notes deep in his soul. Matching his steps to the beat, he turned the corner seeking the source of the sound. A music club stood before him, pulsing notes sliding through the doors each time the bouncers opened them.

The club’s ridiculously overdone stone façade had grinning gargoyles carved over the corners. Words written in bright red paint to resemble dripping blood proclaimed this building The River Styx.

Luc had visited, played around and once damn near drowned in the River Styx as a child, and this wasn’t it. The river that granted immunity from death never had a line of goth kids wrapped around the block and there wasn’t one creepy ferryman in sight.

Tempted, Luc decided now was the time to slack his thirst. He hadn’t had a drink in hours. His stomach rolled queasily at the memory of the wedding champagne.

Decision made, he walked straight up the stairs towards the bouncers guarding the door.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

Damn, the men were impossibly big close up. Luc liked a large man. He let his eyes roam up and down them both. There was the off chance he’d get the crap beat out of him, but he knew how to run if things went badly.

“Good evening,” they replied in unison. The man on the left gave him a small smile, while the one on the right looked at him as if he were a chocoholic finding the world’s last chocolate truffle.

He flashed them both his best smile. “I’d like to go into your fine establishment, what’s the cover charge?”

It didn’t occur to him to stand in line. People who looked like him weren’t meant for lines. It wasn’t vanity. It was a fact. He was a perfect creation by the devil himself and blessed by thirty-six gods and goddesses. There was only one creature as perfectly formed as him.

And father was scary as fuck, so he didn’t count.

“No cost for you, sweetheart,” the bouncer on the left announced with a hitch in his voice as the other one nodded mutely.

Flashing another smile, Luc let the man open the door for him.

As he passed, he saw the bouncers sniffing at him.

Weird.

He shrugged before banishing the event out of his mind. Having lived with werewolves, he was used to sniffing, but these couldn’t be weres. Bran would never let another pack in his territory.

* * * *

The music was something wild and electric. Not a band he recognized, but it had a good beat and the gyrating kids convulsing on the dance floor were entertaining.

What really caught his attention was the incredibly ugly picture of the devil painted two stories high behind the stage. It grinned evilly at the dancers below, baring razor-sharp teeth with two large horns bisecting its ridged forehead.

Luc felt a reluctant smile grace his lips as he walked towards the horrible caricature of the Lord of the Underworld. The temptation to send a photo of it to his father struck him hard. He whipped out his cell phone, took a picture, and with a wicked grin, beamed it to his father’s phone.

Strange, how his father could receive messages in hell when Luc could barely keep his reception a block away from the cell tower. Maybe giving in to satanic powers gave a person magic cell phone vibes. Shaking his head at his whimsical thoughts, Luc put his phone back in his pocket and headed for the long bar dominating the far side of the room. The pain in his chest eased a bit with his amusement.

Before he could raise his hand, the bartender appeared before him. Luc blinked. He could’ve sworn the man was on the other side of the long counter not two seconds before.

The bartender’s hair matched the shiny bar, both a lustrous brown. Luc received a smile with white, white teeth and sparkling sea blue eyes. He reminded Luc of a selkie he’d known once upon a time.

“What can I get for you, sir? Would you like me to tuck your case behind the bar?” the bartender asked, his smooth baritone cutting through the loud music.

Sir? Wow, his boss must be really strict.

“Yes, thank you.” Luc handed his case over. His guitar was the only thing he’d taken with him from the room he’d shared with Bran. The rest of his things he’d shoved through a portal to his childhood bedroom in hell. He’d retrieve them when he found a place to stay.

“I’ll take the darkest beer you have on tap. Just keep them coming.” It took a lot of beer to get him drunk. Tonight, he felt properly motivated.

He ignored the sympathetic, probing gaze that came with the beer. The bartender obviously knew a heartbroken sap when he saw one.

The cool liquor soothed Luc’s throat. Sipping his drink, he turned to watch the dancers as the yeasty brew hit his tongue.

Poor kids, they really lack rhythm. He had a brief thought of showing them how to dance, but a particularly enthusiastic frenzy made him rethink the idea.

They were beyond help. With a sigh, Luc took another sip of beer.

After a while he decided to go and sit closer to the band, the people on either side of him were getting too close for comfort and he didn’t feel like being squished between hard, sweaty bodies.

How unlike him.

It took little effort to find a table. He just sent mental go away vibes to a group and had them vacate.

He wasn’t in the mood for subtle.

Once seated at the table a cute blond waiter, all blue eyes and wild curls, rushed forward to take his order. His nametag said Jerrod.

“Do you have any food here?”

The waiter swallowed. “You’re fae.”

“Only half,” he said, hoping the short answer would encourage the kid to take his order.

“Wow. I-I’ve never met a fae before.” The waiter stared at him with a kind of wondrous awe as if he’d run across a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Damn, he forgot how his fae vibes affected those who weren’t wolf breed. Werewolves were immune to glamour. One of the many reasons he’d stayed inside the pack for so long. There was only so much fawning a man could take on a day-to-day basis, despite what father said.

“Does that mean you don’t have food?”

“Oh, sorry. Here you go.” The blond blushed brightly as he whipped out a menu from his apron pocket.

Folded accordion style it listed a miniscule amount of bar food, most of it fried.

Luc sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s a chance of getting a salad?”

“Absolutely. I’ll go get you one right now.” The waiter snatched the menu back and scurried through the crowd, making impressive speed considering the number of bodies crammed into the club.

Luc idly wondered if the blond would have to leave the building to get his food. With a shrug, he leant back in his chair to watch the crowds.

Seeing others having fun twisted the pain in Luc’s heart. Years of partying with the pack flashed through his head.

Good memories to pull out in the upcoming lonely nights. The previous years with Bran were wonderful in many ways, but he would mostly miss the daily touches, soft morning kisses and slow just-woke-up fucks.

Bran wasn’t meant to be his permanent mate. His lover wanted a ton of pups and an alpha bitch at his side. It was the suddenness of it all that hurt Luc. One day it was ‘good morning, lover’ the next it was ‘I’m going to start wooing females to find a mate’.

Luc took another sip of his beer.

Bastard.

The worst part was that despite everything, Bran still watched him with those damned needy eyes. Luc was no one’s sidepiece of ass. Besides, he wouldn’t do that to Bran’s new mate.

Staying around would only lead to pack dissention…and big ass fights.

Setting his elbows on the table, he rested his face on his hands, rubbing his damp eyes with the heels of his palms.

Damned watering holes.

“You all right, baby?” A dark, velvety voice spoke beside him. The sound of the other man’s voice rippled down his spine and made him catch his breath. His body hardened in response to the sexy tone.

“No, I don’t think I am,” Luc said, taking his hands away from his eyes to look up at the speaker. He almost swallowed his tongue. A huge man dressed in black leather pants and a white silk shirt towered over him.

The man’s black hair, cut brutally short, exposed a strong, harsh profile like a warrior of old. There was nothing pretty or even handsome about the man. His features were too masculine, the scar on the right side of his face too prominent. However, the power oozing from him went straight to Luc’s balls, finishing the job that had started with his voice.

Always a sucker for a big man, a big man with power was like a super aphrodisiac. One more reason he stayed with that asshole alpha for so long.

“Anything I can do to help you?”

Luc gave the man a slow look over from the top of his short dark hair to the bottom of his polished black boots, pausing to admire every gorgeous, muscled point in between. “Want to be my rebound fuck?”

Nikkolai Remondi looked at the man sitting before him. In his five hundred years as a vampire, he had never seen a more beautiful creature.

The man was sleekly built with amazing autumn gold hair that cascaded down to the base of his neck in riotous curls. His features were symmetrically perfect, and his sorrow-filled eyes were like brilliant emeralds shot with silver.

Fae.

In a bar with hundreds of bodies, Nikkolai had scented him from the catwalk above.

His.

The master vampire could almost taste the sadness emanating from the sweet boy. He slid into the chair next to the gorgeous fae.

“I’m Nikkolai Remondi,” he said, holding out his hand, “but my friends call me Nikko.”

“Luc Hellbourne.” The fae gave his hand a shake. The contact felt as if an electric current went directly to his balls. Hot, sizzling and not altogether comfortable.

He took back his hand still trying to decide if he liked the sensation when a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Here’s your salad.” Jerrod, one of the new wait staff, placed an enormous green salad in front of Luc. Nikko could smell the need pouring from the boy.

When did they start serving salad?

“Thank you.” Luc gave the server a smile that transformed him from a sad beauty to an incandescent star.

Jerrod shivered, the smell of spunk filling the air. “L-let me know if you need anything else.”

“I will,” Luc said with a nod, taking a big bite out of the greens.

Nikkolai growled at Jerrod, letting the younger vamp know he was out of his league. The kid wasn’t even one of his tribe, just a loaner from a master who wanted him out of sight for a time.

Mine. He sent a mental message to the kid, making sure to stake his claim.

The waiter fled, but not before sending a pitiful look at the delicious fae.

Luc’s words ran through his head. “What are you rebounding from?”

“My ex dumped me for a girl.”

“That’s tough.” Nikkolai rubbed a hand over Luc’s shoulder. A motion meant to be soothing. Hell, he touched people every day without meaning anything by it, but as soon as he made contact with Luc, he felt that same jolt run down his spine and directly to his balls.

The fae continued to eat his salad as if he didn’t feel anything.

Shit, maybe he didn’t.

“Were you with him very long?”

Luc’s odd green eyes sparkled with tears giving them an eerie shine. “Yeah. I love him, you know, but I want him to be happy. With me around, he’s just going to think ‘what if’.” He was entranced by those sad, sad eyes. “I can’t do that to his m-wife.”

How anyone could give up a man this stunning, he didn’t know, but sometimes relationships didn’t make sense. Even Nikkolai had had his share of bad relationships. Hell, so far they’d all been bad. Maybe this sad-eyed fae could change his luck. After all, one man’s stupid decision was another man’s opportunity.

“Have much fae blood?” The question blurted out before he could stop himself. Fae blood was highly desired by vampire kind. The fae rarely appeared above ground and their blood tasted like concentrated magic. If he could coax this one to his side, he could cement his position as the most powerful vampire in the state.

Luc gave a laugh. “Why don’t I just wear a t-shirt? I haven’t been pegged as a fae so much in years.” He took another bite, distracting Nikkolai who watched the food go into that pretty, pretty mouth.

He had plans for that mouth. So many plans. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position in his suddenly tight pants.

“I’m half fae,” Luc said after he swallowed his food. “What are you?”

“Vampire.” No reason to hide his true nature, the man would know what he was as soon as he sank his teeth into that sexy neck.

He got a smile and a shrug as the beautiful creature ate his food.

“Where’s your mound?” Nikko asked, nerves starting to set in. The fae didn’t live well outside of their mounds. They aged quickly and died even faster. The thought of this stunning man wasting away in front of him sent alarm bells clanging through his body.

Luc shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“What the fuck, you don’t have one. Did they throw you out?” Panic tore through him. An emotion he wasn’t certain he’d ever felt before. Was his last lover a powerful fae who dumped him and tossed him out of the mound?

As if reading his mind, the pretty fae laughed. “I’m not going to die on you. I don’t need a mound. I’ve never had a mound. Don’t worry.” The gorgeous man’s voice settled something deep inside Nikko, melting away the panic and concern.

“Huh. So ex-lover isn’t fae?”

Luc snorted. Even disdain was beautiful on this guy. “Not hardly.”

With quick delicate motions, the huge salad was polished off. “So, are you interested in being my rebound guy?”

Nikko leant over, slid one large hand through the smaller man’s hair and covered Luc’s mouth with his own. Lightning sizzled between them until Nikko’s entire body felt tuned to the slim man pressed against him. With reluctance, he forced his hands and lips to release the fae. “Honey, I’m interested in being your anything.”

If his voice was rougher than before he hoped the slim beauty didn’t notice. The vampire was pretty damned sure it would take little effort for Luc to wrap him around one of his slim, elegant fingers.

Nikko had to take care of a few things before he was free to explore the gorgeous creature before him and maybe get a bite to eat so he didn’t scare his little fae. “Meet me upstairs in ten minutes.”

Those brilliant eyes gazed at him for a long moment. “All right.”

Happy Mother’s Day & Party

Thank you to all my fans who are mother’s or are celebrating with their mothers today. My sons made me waffles. They were a little charred but it was the thought that counted. When hubby offered to buy and pick something out they chose to make it themselves so that made me feel pretty good this morning.

Today I’ll be taking it easy and this evening I’ll be stopping by RJ’s Facebook sight to celebrate her 10 years of writing. You can chat with me at 7pm Pacific at RJ’s FB group. https://www.facebook.com/groups/Rjscott/

She is doing it all month so you can visit with a lot of authors. I will be online for an hour and willing to answer any question (within reason) 🙂

What I’m working on!

I know it has been far too long. I thought I’d give an update as to what I’m working on now.

I’m halfway through Quentin Heart 2

I’m 2/3 of the way through Gears

and I’m 1/3 of the way through writing my next cozy mystery!

I haven’t abandoned you all and I’m thinking of rewriting an old book and using it for my blog story. That way you have something to read that at least already has an ending 🙂

Winner!

Sorry this got delayed with everything going on. The winner of the contest is….

Karen Dubois

Napoleon Was Once Attacked By a Horde of Bunnies

Once upon a time, the famous conqueror Napoleon Bonaparte was attacked by…bunnies. The emperor had requested that a rabbit hunt be arranged for himself and his men. His chief of staff set it up and had men round up reportedly 3,000 rabbits for the occasion. When the rabbits were released from their cages, the hunt was ready to go. At least that was the plan! But the bunnies charged toward Bonaparte and his men in a viscous and unstoppable onslaught. And we were taught that Waterloo was the conqueror’s greatest defeat…

Email me with you info at amberkellwrites@gmail.com and I’ll be happy to send you your prize 🙂

Today is Hubby’s 50th birthday (contest)!

Today is my beloved hubby’s 50th birthday. In honor of that event I am holding a contest. (Yes I am getting back to writing, just hang on 🙂

One of the things my hubby loves besides engineering, is history. So to enter the contest today through Friday you need to list one historical fact. It can be of any kind of history you want, and hubby will pick the winner. Only one entry per person please. The winner will be chosen this weekend by the hubster and will win a $50 amazon gift card or any other store of your choice. I usually do amazon because of their good selection but if you are anti amazon I have no problem buying one at a different site (as long as I can buy it online). Have a great day!

Happy New Years…and contest!

I have to admit I love New Years. Not the parties or the noise of fireworks, but the symbolism behind starting a brand new year. I always think of it as a way to refocus my goals and really concentrate on what is really important.

Of course each year I hope to keep the feeling all the way through but I rarely accomplish it. LOL! This year I’m not going to plan any long term goals I’m only going to make one. To enjoy each day as it comes. Between hubby’s health and the kids growing older with more complex issues, life can be stressful. For Christmas, hubby got me a folding bike so I can ride alongside the water. I am going to use it to relax and get some exercise. Not letting stress build up will be both good for my health and my writing.

What is it that you want to accomplish in 2020? We will run a contest until Sunday. The winner will get a copy of all of my books published this year. Good luck!

Birthday Closing!

A great thank you to fans and authors who participated in my birthday month. Sheri will be posting winners tomorrow for the various contests. I’ll have to come up with something amazing to do next year since I will be turning 50. If you have any ideas please post them below. 2020 is around the corner and I have lots of ideas to get down and share with my fans. I can’t wait to write them all!!!

It’s My Birthday!!!!

I’ve always enjoyed my birthday. Of course now that I’m 1 year away from celebrating my 50th I’m enjoying them a smidgen less. Now it’s more a celebration that I survived another year then another step toward any milestone like my 21st or 30th or whatever. Though I’m shooting to live to 100 so I’m almost at the halfway point.

I’ve started a policy of reflection on my birthdays. Thinking of what I like about myself and what I’d like to do better for the next year. Sort of a new year’s resolution but instead of abstaining from eating badly or vowing to go to the gym I look into personal growth. This year I’m going to focus more on things like taking time for a little meditation every year.

If I start to really get in touch with my thoughts and internal issues I will be more focused on my writing. By taking the time to let my thoughts float around I will be able to tap into my creativity better and put out more words. At least that’s the idea behind it all.

Now let’s start off my official birthday with a contest!

For the chance to win a $25 GC. Tell me what is the one thing you do that makes you feel good about yourself. If you don’t have one start one today and then share!!