Today, it's an excerpt from chapter one, Alyx's point of view. Friday, you'll see Micah's POV. I can't wait to hear what you think.
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About Enchanted Souls
A rare occurrence brings
the planets into alignment, causing the seals that separate the universes to
break. Lost souls search for home while two hearts that were shattered try to
find their missing pieces.
When Alyxandria Duvall
meets Micah, sparks fly, and their hearts burst into flames. They welcome their
daughter not long after; then Micah goes missing under mysterious
circumstances, leaving a path of heartache, death, and destruction in his wake.
Still, Fate has more in store for them.
EXCERPT
Chapter One
Alyx
“Freeze!”
Although it was
instinct to throw the word out, it rarely did any good. I could always hope.
A spiky tale
whipped around the desk I crouched behind. I kicked it with every ounce of
force I could muster and took a shot—even though I knew my pistol might not be
the best weapon against whatever creature had commandeered the station. Saint’s
Grove seemed to be a beacon for the paranormal, and most of the citizens turned
a blind eye, putting a lot of hope in their town’s finest.
Squeezing my eyes
shut, I envisioned the room and slowed my breathing. I’d been in that room
nearly every day for most of my life, and the layout was seared into my brain.
My gut told me to go to the left around the desk, as if a director just off the
scene plotted my movements. I stood, and the creature whirled toward me, its
tail clipping a chair that ripped across the floor, hitting the opposite wall
with a deafening thud.
“Sheriff,” it
hissed through fanged teeth. “Ah, I face the mighty Alyx.”
Why do these creatures love to talk? I
raised my arm and put a bullet between the thing’s eyes. Its head jerked
backward but then slowly rose, the hole in its forehead closing as the bullet
was pushed back out, falling to the ground.
Bullets might not
have stopped the tailed-beast, but they slowed it down. As soon as I pulled the
trigger again, aiming for its mouth—if nothing else it would shut the beast up
for a bit—I moved toward my office where the special lockbox with non-standard
police tools waited. Since the academy never covered what to do when a bullet
between the eyes only caused a delay in the attack, I mentally thanked Dad for
all his wisdom as I raced to the box, brushed my fingertip over the pad on the
side, and waited for the lid to pop open as I tried to calm my pulse.
Officer Dylan, my
longtime friend and partner, rushed into the room.
“Toss me
something!” he yelled as glass shattered and a tail swung through the space.
I chucked a sword
at him, hilt first, and he caught it and swung, narrowly missing.
“Nice try, you
piece of shit.” The creature sent Dylan flying across the room with one flip of
the spiked appendage.
Springing into
action, I grabbed my bow and arrows, pumping three into the creature’s chest
before it could react. I had to get to the sword, so I ran to Dylan, who seemed
to have a sense for what I needed—like he always did—and kicked the weapon to
me.
“Watch out!” he
screamed.
But I already knew
how close the creature was; in fact, I counted on it. I threw the bow to the
floor, bent to pick up the sword, and pivoted on the ball of my back foot to
face the beast. Its clawed feet scraped the ground with each movement toward
me.
“How cute. She has
a sword,” it said.
An image of my
daughter filtered into my brain, and that meant one thing: she was nearby. Just
then, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I knew she’d be there any
moment. We had an intense connection, much more than the typical
mother-daughter bond.
Whatever the
son-of-a-bitch creature in front of me was, it had to die before my daughter
arrived. I could feel Dylan’s fear, in sharp contrast to the creature’s
anticipation, flooding my senses as I let the vile thing get close enough to
bend over me.
“Where’s that
pretty daughter of yours?” Drool slid out of its mouth as it spoke.
I let my hand slip
down to my thigh and then eased it toward my back pocket. “Don’t talk about my
daughter,” I said through gritted teeth.
“What are you
gonna—”
With a swift movement, I yanked the dagger from my back pocket and flung it into one
of the nasty thing’s eyes. As it snarled and threw its hand over the wound, I
stood and tossed the sword from my left to my right hand for better accuracy.
One fluid movement later, the beast’s head fell to the ground with a thump.
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