Almost finished with my first story in the Crimson Moon Hideaway Series - DRAGON FALLING! OH MY LORDY!!! This story just took off! It had me gasping and swooning and yelling at the villain and I AM THE ONE WRITING IT! LMAO!!!!
The funniest thing happened, I am just typing away and the Ranger, the Dragon Guardsman, tell me - we're gonna bring my adopted family into this story!
I was like - WHAT?!?!
But, sure enough, he did and YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHO THEY ARE!
YES! You have met them already!! SEVERAL TIMES!!
How awesome is that?!
So here's that SNEAK PEEK just for y'all! NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN IT YET!
OH! And it's not been edited and proofed, so there WILL BE booboos!
ANDâŚI XXXX'd out the surprise people! I don't want to ruin it for you!
(YES! You can kick me in the shins and call me names LMAO!!!)
âI canât believe Iâm doing this. Why am I doing this? Iâm not even sure I should be doing this. Arrrgghhh.â
âYouâll be fine,â her sister laughed. âAnd growling is not gonna help.â
âI donât know about all this, and growling might help.â Ellie added for the tiniest bit of humor as she stepped back from the mirror. âFirst of all, Iâve never gone anywhere outside of our little town for more than a night, two at the most. This isâŚâ
âThis is the chance youâve been waiting for,â Celia, her older, very pregnant, and incredibly persistent sibling reassured. Patting Ellie on the shoulder, adding a little push of a confidence enchantment the older MacLeish was prone to use, she added, âYou need to get out there. See the world. Practice standing on your own two feet. Youâll be twenty-nine next week, and you knowâŚâ
âYes,â Ellie sighed, running her fingers through long, red hair. âI am well aware of what happens at the stroke of midnight on my twenty-ninth year.â Letting her head fall forward, her chin to her chest, she huffed the bangs off her forehead, âAt least Cinderella got to go to a damned ball before her coach turned back into a punkin, the attendants went back to being mice, and she lost her blasted shoe.â
âYou get to go to an amazing resort and get to come home with all your shoes. What could be better than that?â
âYeah, yeah, yeah, and with Angelica watching over my shoulder to be sure I donât blow something up or lose my ever-lovinâ mind.â
âHa!â Celia barked with laughter. âAng will be leading the charge into whatever mischief can be found. For as long as Iâve known her, that Witch has always been right at the center of the action.â
âSo, then I should just stay here.â Lifting her head, suddenly filled with the hope that she wouldnât have to leave the safety and security of the little ranch in the middle of the Texas Desert, Ellie spun on her toes. âI mean, come on. Can you really trust Angelica Fairway to make sure that everything turns out okay? That I do go crazy and try to kill myself or somebody else?â Laying her hand on her sisterâs arms, she winked. âAnd I can help you finish the nursery. Heaven only knows when that man of yours will get back.â
Arching a single eyebrow, her mouth turning downward in an all-too-familiar way-too-big-sisterly frown, Celia slowly shook her head. âNo way. You are going and thatâs all there is to it. XXXXXXXX will be checking on me two or three times a day. Sheâs already started baking and cooking, freezing my favorites so I donât have to step foot in the kitchen except to pop something into the microwave. And those big, ole boys of hers, the ones without a Mate yet, are more than capable of painting the nursery and putting the last coat of varnish on mommaâs old rocking chair.â
At the mention of her mother, Ellieâs heart clenched and her breath hitched. It had been three years since both her parents were found dead in the middle of the desert. No signs of a struggle. Not a mark on either one of them. Not even a whiff of magic â good or bad â to be found. They were just dead. Or as the coronerâs report stated, âCeased to be aliveâ.
Stupid, fucking way to say somebody passed away if you ask meâŚ
