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Friday, December 28, 2018

Soul Collectors Sneak Peek


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Soul Collectors
by LaVerne Thompson
Snippet Copyrighted 2018
Nathanial
 Dressed in the color of the night, black jeans, black t-shirt, Nathanial crouched on the roof of the condo building on G Street NW. It was the perfect perch for him to observe the bundled up stranglers wondering out of the Verizon Center, after the late night basketball game. It might be early March in Washington, DC, but the icy wind causing people to snuggle into their thick coats showed winter seemed in no rush to release its bitter hold.
A group of three men, all in their early thirties paused on the sidewalk right below him. Their voices were loud and exuberant as they relived the thrill of the game.
Running a ball from one end of a room to another never did much for Nathanial. Not that he ever played any sport that didn’t end in someone bleeding to death or maimed. Then again, it wouldn’t be a human sport but he’d watched them from time to time. Now football, a full contact sport, where you could whack the hell out of your opponent, suited him much better. But these men might disagree. Even seated eleven stories high Nathanial could hear their conversation like they stood right next to him.
Two of the males wished their friend Alvin good night.
“You sure you don’t want us to walk with you, Al?”
“What am I a baby?” At six two, two hundred and fifty pounds he was anything but. All three of the men laughed and patted each other on the back before two crossed the street entering the garage there.
Nathanial grinned at the short form of the man’s name, Alvin was his full name. He’d pulled that from his consciousness.
Alvin continued walking past the building where Nathanial crouched, oblivious to his presence, as it should be until much too late.
Nathanial continued to track Alvin as he went around the building to the alley at the back. There was an entrance to a garage from the alley for the condo building. A friend had given Alvin the access code so he could park there so he wouldn’t have to pay. Cheap bastard.
But Alvin couldn’t get into the front entrance to access the garage, so he had to go around to the alley entrance. All of this Nathanial gleaned from the man’s thoughts. Since Alvin’s name wasn’t in his little book, he would ignore him. Nathanial unfolded his dark wings, which looked like steel carved to give the illusion of feathers and the very tips were jagged crimson edges as he spread their full six feet length on both sides. He leaped over to the next building on his nightly troll.
A stray thought caught his attention and stilled his movement. Instead, of moving away, he shifted direction over to the other side of the building and looked down upon the alley. There were no lights on down there other than the little illumination provided from the lighted windows on either side of the buildings framing the alley. However, Nathanial could see just fine, even in total dark. He was after all, born of darkness, so felt at home in its cold embrace.
He didn’t even need to use any of his other senses this time to scan the area. There, hidden behind a dumpster lay a male in all dark clothing to help him blend in the shadows. Nothing good was on the male’s mind.
Nathanial grinned in anticipation of the inevitable. This is what he searched for night after night for the last hundred and forty years. A job he’d been trained for and one he loved. Souls for the taking. Those listed in his little red book, and even more fun, new names to add to it. A soul was going home tonight, only not the home it had anticipated. Then again, with this act he wasn’t sure what the fuckwit thought would happen.
Alvin entered the alley. Not once did he feel uncomfortable, a big guy like him he was confident most would not give him any trouble. Besides, there were still plenty of people walking about and even though this was the city, the area known as the Penn Quarter was relatively safe.
He was feeling pretty good. His team had won and he didn’t have to pay thirty bucks to park. He’d gotten lucky his friend was out of town and let him use his parking spot in the building. But cutting through the alley wasn’t too bad. About ten yards away from one of the two garage doors that were the coded entrances, he passed a dumpster. He wasn’t sure what made him turn, but even then it was too late.
Nathanial watched it all unfold, as he’d seen something similar play out a thousand times before. Same shit different…nope, same.
The first gunshot entered Alvin’s abdomen.
“Ouch. That’s gotta hurt,” Nathanial said to himself. He stayed in Alvin’s consciousness.
The only reason Alvin knew for sure he’d been shot was because his stomach suddenly blazed, his insides were on fire. The second shot he only heard, by then his body had already gone numb. His eyes were wide open as he gazed up at…stars…yes stars in the sky. He felt something, fingers touch the side of his neck, and saw a face, one he’d seen before many times. You! He wanted to shout but couldn’t get the word out. Then he heard footsteps running away. Before all went dark, understanding dawned. The sound of chimes filled the air, they called to him, pulled him out of his sleep.
Alvin opened his eyes and saw…light…like the stars had grown and swallowed up the rest of the universe. They blazed a trail from this world into the next. His body rose drawn to it…yet something held him back. He gazed down and his body still lay on the ground where he had fallen. A dark crimson liquid began spreading onto the ground, originating from him.
The lighting just enough to show him and for him to know the liquid around him was blood. His! “Nooooo….” The wail came long and deep. In that one moment, he knew clarity. Dead. He was dead. The chimes were calling him. He shook his head unable to tear his gaze away from his dead form. His chest rose and fell in memory of breathing, which he no longer did. The chimes stopped and the stars were once again in their place in the heavens, then he felt a blast of heat swamping his back, swinging around he saw him.
Nathanial dropped from the rooftop, his dark evanescence like wings spread wide from his back to slow his descent as he landed behind the slain male. He heard his thoughts and read the dead’s even before answering him. He needed to strike this bargain quickly before any of the others showed up.
Alvin’s name wasn’t already in his little red book. The man did not wear his master’s mark and was in fact destined for another place. But his violent death and desire for justice bound Alvin to Earth. He’d refused the first call to the light, at least until one of those flipping white wings came to personally collect him. With each soul they fought over, Nathanial hated the white wings more. He took great pleasure in thwarting those, stealing souls from right under their noses. Oh yes. Now, if he could turn Alvin’s need for justice into something darker, like revenge. He only need prod poor wronged Alvin a teeny bit.
“Yeah Alvin. Afraid it’s so.” Nathanial confirmed the obvious. Sensing the other questions. The male was hurt, angry and at that point in time, hated his wife and the man who’d killed him. Her lover. Nathanial planned on fueling those emotions.
“What the hell!” the man cried at the sight of the demon.

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Sunday, December 09, 2018

WINGS OF THE WICKED WILD RIDE BLOG HOP



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🛷WELCOME TO THE WINGS OF THE WICKED WILD RIDE BLOG HOP🛷

Get to know a bit about all of the authors and collect prizes along the way and enter into the GRAND PRIZE GIVEAWAY! 🎁

Welcome to the beginning of a wild ride. My name is

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LaVerne Thompson and I'm a USA Today Bestselling, award winning, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. I love creating worlds within and without our world. I also write romantic suspense and new adult romance under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
I'm a certified chocoholic and  proud of it. I'm currently working on several projects. Some might even involve chocolate. But writing helps maintain my sanity.

Thank you for joining the Wings of the Wicked authors on this hop. 

My contribution to the Wings of the Wicked set is Soul Collectors. An urban fantasy about the fight over lost souls. I first began this story on a writing site but never finished it. It was just waiting for the right time. This time. It is the beginning of a whole new world. There will be more to come. But it is not your traditional romance in that there is no happy ending. For now.

Betwixt heaven and hell, a world exists called earth. Otherwise known as the battlefield for souls.


Angelique is an Angel Soul Collector.
She collects the souls of those who died in fear, anger and pain. She is there to bear witness to the suffering, give comfort and hope and determine if they are worthy of heaven.
Some choose not to go with her and instead thirst for revenge; those refuse to give up their earthly ties and she leaves them to their fates. Some find satisfaction and will be given another chance to cross over, but most doom themselves to wander the earthly realm for an eternity. The ones who surrender to her, to the light, she opens the doorway and escorts them to a better life.

Then there are the others.

Nathanial is a Demon Soul Collector.
He collects souls for his master of those who died in fear, anger and pain. Those who thirst for revenge, he encourages to remain on earth and cause havoc. Others that have their names already written in his Rubrum Libro, little red book, he opens the gateway and shoves them straight into hell. For him, it’s a job. He was born of a human mother and demon father then raised in hell to become a collector.
They are enemies. But once they were something else. Still, one of them must die.

This is not a romance. There can be no happy ending with a demon. Only an end.

 Since we are in the prime season of giving I wanted to do that. So on this blog stop, I am giving away, just for stopping by, an e-copy of... Just click the cover.
 
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For your convenience a list of the participating blogs are below.

BLOG & PAGE LIST

DATE 12/9-12/14 AUTHOR NAME BLOG NAME BLOG LINK
12/9 LaVerne Thompson Author of Sensual Romance http://lavernethompsonauthor.blogspot.com
12/9 Erin Lee My Crazy Life https://www.authorerinlee.com/my-crazy-life
12/9 Zach Chopchinski Zachary Paul Chopchinski https://www.facebook.com/bowtieauthor/
12/9 J.R. Thorn Author J.R. Thorn Fan Group https://www.facebook.com/groups/JRThornFanGroup/
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12/10 Shereen Vedam Shereen Vedam https://www.facebook.com/ShereenVedam
12/10 Ditter Kellen According to Ditter https://www.accordingtoditter.com
12/10 Lexi C. Foss Author Lexi C. Foss https://www.facebook.com/LexiCFoss
12/11 Crystal Matz PA (not an author) Crystal's Cozy Corner & Author Services https://www.facebook.com/CrystalsCzyCorner
12/11 Lynda Kaye Frazier Lynda Kaye Frazier http://lyndafrazier.blogspot.com/
12/11 Dariel Raye Dariel Raye &
Muffy Wilson
12/11 N.K.
Stackhouse
N.K. Stackhouse
Author

12/12 Amy Cissell Amy Cissell Writes http://amycissell.com/blog
12/12 Heather Adkins Haunted by Reading hauntedbyreading.com
12/12 Erica Gerald Mason Erica Writes Words www.ericageraldmason.com/blog
12/12 Carolyn Reilly Carolyn Reilly https://www.facebook.com/carolynreillybooks/
12/12 Rachel McCoy RS McCoy
12/13 Maddie Wade Maddie Wade Author Page https://www.facebook.com/maddieuk/
12/13 Charlene A.
Wilson
AuthorCharlene A. Wilson
12/13 K.B. Everly Author K.B. Everly
12/13 Colleen S. Myers Colleen S Myers page https://www.csmyersmusings.com
12/14 Leona Bushman Publish or Bust and was.leonajbushman.com www.lbushman.blogspot.com
12/14 Betty Shreffler Author Betty Shreffler www.facebook.com/authorbettyshreffler
12/14 Amara Kent Amara Kent https://www.facebook.com/amarakentauthor/














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