Update: Justice for Belle #Psychological #Drama #progress #newrelease

A few months ago I passed a completed draft of Justice for Belle (A psychological drama to be released soon!!!) over to the lovely author TL Harty , creator of Behold Ellowee so that she could help me with a round of edits. What she came back with is so far beyond what I’d expected, and I’ll forever be grateful! Her editing was thurough, but the notes and suggestions that she gave was truely BEST SELLER MAKING MATERIAL! Thank you so much Toni for the notes, you’re by far the best BETA reader a girl like me could possibly ask for!

I’ve been working on a variety of projects, and intend on 2019 to be my biggest year yet! I couldn’t be any more excited for what is to come. The re-write of my first book will be first released in the new year. It’ll be coming out soon, it’s tittled SKETCH. This creepy slasher set in dark times will bring in the new year with a bang. It’s currently in the hands of my publisher, being worked over and the cover created. I can’t wait to give the next update with this one, hopefully it’ll be a cover reveal and/or release date!

Also in 2019 I’ll be releasing books 2 and 3 of the Lamian Trillogy to follow their debut New Age Lamians. I’m nearly finished writing the first full draft of book 2 now. It’s taken me quite some time to write these books, as I keep getting distracted by my preferred genre to create, which is psychological. The Lamian trillogy will likely be the only YA fantasy books I write. It’s been an amazing experience, and a true test of skill to step outside of my comfort zone. The story is one of a kind, and I absolutly love it, but the way my mind keeps wandering away from it, and to thrillers instead, has been a challenge to say the least lol.

What I’m most excited about, when it comes all the big things 2019 will present is hands down JUSTICE FOR BELLE!

I’ve been working on the edits, revisions, scene inserts etc. over the last couple days. I’ve never in my life been so excited to edit!! Ever! I usually hate edits, but for some reason with this book in particular I’ve enjoyed every single dot of the i! The entire week has left me to feel satisfied, acomplished, devious, and genious… all warped into an an awkward human of sorts.

HERES A BLURB (not the official one, I’m sure that’ll change):

Ahnia, has a very dicey past, one that is scratching under the service, just dying to get out. She’s hit rock bottom, broke and desperate to be on top again. When she finds herself partnering up with man she hardly knows, and who’s utterly untouchable, she’s forced out of her comfort zone in more ways than can be handled. Will Ahnia and Mac’s dangerous business move be a success? Or, will Ahnia find herself in the clutches of an unforgiving force, brought about by her childhood sin? In this nail biting thrill ride, no one is as they seem… and no one is truly safe with those they trust. Secrets are uncovered and life long fears are brought to life.

HERES AN EXCERPT:

No sooner do I finish writing down the details of Donovan burning his bloodied clothing in a backyard fire pit, that a fresh, warm body accompanies me on my bench. He sits a little too close for comfort. Close enough that I can feel the warmth from his leg, and smell him. The scent is delicious. Doesn’t anyone have boundaries anymore? I let my wavy jet-black hair fall over my shoulder, concealing the side of my face. It doesn’t help, I can still feel the fixation of his amused eyes, searing their way through my hair’s shield. I can even sense him smiling. Who does this weirdo think he is?

“Can I help you, sir?” I ask, peeking past the edge of my loose waves so that he can see the irritated lift of my brows, but nothing else.

He’s handsome, very handsome. Damn, of course he is. Probably around my age, too. The barely-formed crow’s feet at the sides of his excited eyes scream early to mid-thirties. It’s moments like this that I wish I didn’t look less than half my age. Every time a man that appears to be as old as myself, or even slightly older shows an interest, I automatically assume he’s a creep for flirting with a teenage girl. I’ll probably draw in pedophiles for the whole of my life. I could easily pass as a high school student any day of the week.

I’m sure that once I reach my sixties, I’ll be grateful for my smooth, slightly olive skin that still hasn’t seemed to age since my childhood. The perks of being of mixed race to the point of not even knowing exactly where I come from. I have at least five generations of mixed heritage from all over the place. Some Hispanic, some Irish, some Italian… even a little Greek. Honestly, who knows what other sperm snuck its way into my family tree. We all look different. I’m not exactly dark, but I’m not white either, and my brother is as pale as one can possibly be, with fiery hair to match his freckles.

“Do I know you?” The perfect looking, boundaryless man asks.

His flawless teeth are on full display. The smile is assisted by the deepest dimples I’ve ever seen.

“Probably not.”

“Are you sure? You look extremely familiar.”

“Nah,” I answer with a mumble, and turn my attention back to the notebook on my lap. “I just have a common face,” I say, as I tap my pen on the page.

“No you don’t.”

I can hear the smile behind his words. Don’t look up, Ahnia. Whatever you do, don’t give in to the charm of this irritatingly attractive stranger.

“Oh?” I ask. My gaze is glued to the notebook.

“Nope, not common at all. It’s your eyes, I think, the green is like neon… and your lips too, you have distinct peaks. I’ve definitely seen you before. Trust me; I have a thing about faces. Especially pretty, detailed ones like yours.”

Okay, now I’m intrigued. If nothing else, at least his approach is unique. I glance around my hair one more time. I can’t really help myself. There’s a tiny hint of stubble on the sides of his cheeks, and his hair is a wreck. It looks like he hasn’t combed it — well ever. I don’t usually like the unkempt look, but for some inexplicable reason it comes off as absolutely to die for on this man. He appears relaxed, and carefree in a natural way.

Despite the messy hair, his clothes are clean, pressed even. And his smell, oh my God his smell. The longer he sits so close, the more heavenly it seems. It’s a fresh scent, like a light, rustic soap. Nothing too strong and overwhelming like most men who are trying to pick up girls in random public places like Amtrak stations. I hate that lingering aftershave scent, especially Old Spice. It makes me want to puke in my mouth.

I’m certain I’ve never met him. I’m entirely confident that I’d remember his face too. I look back down at my page, reading over my recent murder notes. I don’t think I can watch him scratch at his chin in thought for one more second without caving into my urge to lean over and take a whiff of his shirt. Just to bury myself in its freshness and try to figure out what kind of laundry soap he uses. I might even go to a department store after this and sniff around the detergent aisle. I’d kill to smell like him right now.

“Hmmm…” He thinks aloud in a deep humming voice, as smooth as butter.

“You figure it out yet?” I ask dryly.

“Net yet. But, don’t you worry,” he giggles. “I will. Whatcha’ writing?”

I shoot him the same irritated glance as before. No words are given, I’m really just trying to build my shutout wall as high as possible. This guy is tenacious. He chuckles at me again, brushes my hair back over my shoulder, and then leans over my lap. He’s now even further into my personal space. Who the hell does he think he is? I don’t fight it because his thumb just brushed against my collar bone in the gesture. The shocking chill it gave me has practically shut off my airwaves. There’s absolutely no room for protest, or any words really.

No matter, as soon as he reads my morbid page he’ll go running for the hills. What better way to tell a guy to piss off than to let him read a couple of random paragraphs describing the man sitting across from us as brutalizing his family with a butcher knife.

He reads the page, and then leans back casually. A completely blank expression is plastered all over his face. Again he scratches at the stubble, and looks forward at the nervous skinny man tapping his foot on the floor. Any second now, I’m waiting patiently with a smirk for him to stand up and make for a getaway. Nothing. He does nothing but nod and stare. Next comes the unthinkable. He reaches for my notebook and pen. Completely disregarding any reaction I might have, he sets to work. He begins scratching out words and filling in spaces around the page’s meyhem with his own little intake on my notes.

“You had it all wrong,” he says proudly, before handing me back the goods.

WHEW!!!! You wanted to keep reading, didn’t you?!

lol just kiding…

kind of 😉

Stay tuned for the next update on Justice for Belle, because I’ll be holding my breath until I can give it to you! My Gawd I can’t wait to finish this beauty!

Also, don’t forget to join in this month’s writing challenge: