Character Interview


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DARK BRIGHT, Claiming His Angel

I come to you today with a special guest. Meet Gadreel Angelis, Battle Angel and currently one of earth’s residence.

Q: “Mr. Angelis, cute surname by the way, how old are you?”
A: “Please, call me Gadreel. As for my age, let’s just say that I was created shortly after the dawn of time.”
(he glances at the field that is just to the side of the farmhouse porch where they sit. He seems to focus on a little boy of no more than six years of age. The boy and another man, an extremely attractive black man, are doing some kind of hand to hand combat training. The kid seems too young for that kind of training, in her opinion.)

Q: Wow, well…I must say that you look very good for your age. Are you considered a Fallen Angel?
A: “My status is a bit more complicated than the label, “Fallen”.” (he looks down and seems a bit reflective) “But, yes. Technically, I fell.”

Q: “I hear that you weren’t one of the Morning Star’s forsaken. That you didn’t fall for the “cause”.
A: “That’s what you heard? Who told you that?”
(she feels warm, and admittedly, a little frightened.)

Q-response: “Unfortunately, I cannot divulge my source.”
A-response: “You do realize I can just pick it from your mind?”
Q-response: “But,” (she holds up her hand, palm forward with a placating smile) “…I know that you won’t.”
(he just smiles. It’s a wickedly delicious smile that makes parts of her pulse in ways that are truly un-Godly. His smile widens. She has to assume he knows his effect on women.)

Q: (she clears her throat and adjusts in the seat) “Why, uh, why did you agree to this interview?”
A: “I would like for you to know that things are in play. That your world is going to change if the Dark Bright gets what they want.”
(his expression and bright blue eyes are so intense that she almost believes him.)

Q: “What or who is the Dark Bright?”
A: “You will find out soon enough.”

Q: “If you aren’t candid with me, why should my readers believe you are what you say you are? Why should I, for that matter?”
A: “Because, Mrs. Velasquez, your son needs me. His nightmares will get worse. He will grow stronger, and if he doesn’t get the proper training, he will die when they come for him.”

(she drops her small recorder and jumps to her feet.)
Q-response: “How do you know about my son and his dreams?”
A-response: “Unlike my son, Godrick, a direct offspring, your son is a descendant of a Nephilim who somehow escaped the Great Flood and the mass genocide the Dark Bright instituted. If you don’t accept this, his and your life will end as soon as he is discovered.”

Q-response: (she places her hand over her chest, trying to calm her accelerating heartbeat before she closes her hand into a fist)
Q: “You’re crazy. Stay away from me and my son. I should call child protective services on you and that creep over in the field.”
Q-response (She points to the field then bends and picks up her recorder and purse up off the floor of the porch. She takes a step toward the stairs. But just as she does, the air seems to grow thick around her. Then a sound, something like a sheet being unfurled in the air, causes her to turn around. What she sees…)
Q: “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…he has wings!”

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Contemporary Romance


The site, Shush, was classy. Not at all sleazy like Fallon thought it might be. The women were beautiful, definitely upscale. He looked at each one with a buyer’s eye. He wanted the best. She had to be perfect in every way. She had to be the fantasy, but not unbelievable.
Fallon narrowed his eyes when he came to one particular image that stood out above the twenty-two others. “Brittney,” he whispered. The image was of a woman with seductive hazel eyes and smooth brown skin. He clicked on the image and it took him to her stats.
She looked a bit thinner than he liked but she wasn’t for him. “She likes traveling, fine cuisine, but doesn’t shy away from roughing it and can be whatever you want her to be. Good,” Fallon said as he clicked the contact button.
The button opened a chat window that said, you are connected to Brittney. Please type your name.
“Hmmm,” he hummed as he typed. ‘Hello. My name is Fallon and I’d like to hire you Monday night for my friend. But there are conditions. He must know you are an escort or that I hired you.’
‘Hello, Fallon. My discretion is a priority as a Shush representative and a woman. Tell me, what kind of woman does your friend like?’
‘He doesn’t really have a type but he loves the color green. Of the women I’ve seen him interested in, they seem to wear little to no makeup. He also seems to like to see her face so I suggest you wear an updo.’
‘That’s fine. Did you read the terms of service, Mr. Fallon?’
‘I understand that you are not a prostitute, yes. That isn’t what I want. I want him to have fun, to forget his troubles for a night. I need you to remind him how amazing a woman’s company can be.’
‘Is he some kind of woman hater?’
Fallon chuckled as he typed, ‘No, nothing like that. Dez is harmless, artsy, a writer. He is a bit depressed over his latest book release. I just need you to lift his spirits.’
‘That I can do. You will need to forward me his image, the time, and where. I will make him forget all his troubles for one evening. If we have a deal, a down payment is required.’
Fallon smiled as he clicked on the Pay Down Payment button. He was redirected to a payment screen where he typed in his credit card information and the amount of four hundred dollars.

A Taste of Spring is the second book in the standalone series, The Changing of the Seasons.
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A Look Into Binding of the Halo 1
Setting: Abandoned School

Cianne did her best to resist being pulled out of her cell when Cook grabbed her hand. He barely allowed her the time to grab the mini flashlight she dropped.
“Tristan is coming for me.”
Cook managed to get her halfway out of the doorway, but with one properly timed yank, she managed to pull free and retreat a few feet back into the room only to have him grab her wrist again.
“We need to go. Please,” Cook said, as he desperately pulled her along. “They’ll be here any minute.”
“I can’t leave. Tristan is coming for me!” she screamed, as she continued trying to free herself.
“If I were him I would want you safe.” He looked at her with pleading eyes that shadowed some emotion she couldn’t read. “He would want you and the baby safe.”
The sound of a vehicle screeching to an abrupt stop made both of them jump and turn to the door. Cook quickly pulled her out of the room and down a long litter-filled hallway. They passed a row of broken down lockers and a few boarded-up windows along the way.
It’s a school, Cianne thought as she was pulled into a midsized room that looked like it was probably her captors’ base camp. She shadowed Cook as he ran to a boarded-up window on the far side of the old classroom and peeked through a space between the boards.
“They’re here.” He grabbed Cianne’s hand again and pulled her back into the hallway. “I need to get you to the bottom floor and out of the building. We’re going to have to use the back stairs,” he said, so quietly that she knew he was talking to himself.
Cianne could tell from the way he sounded that he really didn’t want to use the back stairs. She realized that they were in real danger but she wondered what was the issue with the stairs.
As she kept pace with Cook, she couldn’t stop wondering what happened to Tristan.
Cook was fast, and when he pulled her around a corner she stumbled, making her focus on what was happening with her. He slowed enough to allow her to right herself then returned to his quick pace.
His flashlight was bright and spanned wide enough for them to see a good deal in front of them. They whizzed by classroom after classroom, hurdled over debris and avoided anything that would slow them down. Resisting was no longer on Cianne’s mind. Getting out of this so she could get to Tristan drove her now.
When they made their way to the stairwell, Cook allowed her to stop to catch her breath before he pulled open the door that was barely hanging on two hinges. Debris, a strong stench, and filth filled what was visible of the stairs.
Cianne looked down the dark stairwell with only his flashlight as a beacon to guide them and felt a chill run through her. There was no way to tell how many flights there were to the bottom floor but she knew there was freedom beyond the darkness. Cianne pushed her shoulders back then looked at Cook. He looked back at her. The expression on his face scared her more than the thought of what they had to do. He squeezed her hand then let it go as they made their way down.
Cook went first, with her close behind. Cianne slipped a couple of times but Cook was there to steady her with a firm grip when she needed it. When they reached the bottom of the first flight, Cianne felt as if it hadn’t been that hard. That gave her the confidence she needed to get down the next two darkened flights.
Just as she mentally patted herself on the back, a faint noise reached her ears. “Did you hear that?” Cianne questioned, then stopped.
She looked down at Cook who stopped just as she had. Her eyes squinted into the darkness that lay before them, beyond the range of his light. With them stopped, Cianne heard the sound clearer. She had no idea what it was but it sounded like it was getting closer.
“Go back,” Cook whispered.
Cianne turned halfway around and was just about to take a step back over a small metal trashcan when she felt Cook’s hand on her leg. Cianne turned her head and looked down at him. But he was focused on something down the stairs. She followed the direction of his gaze. She had to suck in a gasp of fear when her eyes focused.
“Back up, slowly,” Cook whispered. He gave her leg a slight nudge.
Cianne couldn’t move. She was frozen with fear as she peered at the scraggly dog that looked up at them from a half a flight down. The dog’s eyes, shadowed by dirty matted hair, glowed as they bore into them. Its lips were tight and pulled back, revealing pink and black gums with sharp teeth that could be clearly seen with the flashlight in the dark stairwell.
The hound watched them for a few seconds before its growl echoed through the hollowed space between them. Cook gently pushed at her leg again. Cianne carefully began to take a slow step up when another dog came up behind the first.
“Run!” Cook yelled.

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The Binding of the Halo Book 1



Caleb Interviews a Journalist
Time: Present
Book: The Binding of the Halo Series

Caleb walked through the busy office with his mind set on tying up a few loose ends. He pushed down the door handle and walked into the office located in the back. The man behind the desk looked up and frowned.

Q. “Do you know who I am? And don’t lie, I will know.” Caleb closed the door.

A. “Maybe.” The man settled back in his seat then looked past Caleb and out into the bustling news office.

He was most likely looking for security but they were indisposed.

Q. “I was born in 1806 near the city New Dominion, to a wealthy planter. Your organization has been looking for me since 1826.”

A. The man shifted in his seat. “My newspaper wasn’t even around in 1826.”

Caleb crossed the distance in a flash and grabbed the man by his throat, lifted him out of the chair, and stared him in his wide terrified brown eyes.

Q. “You know of me?”

The man blinked due to his throat being squeezed.

Q. “Then you know that I’m not a patient man.”

The man blinked again.

Q. “So, would you rather die, which I promise to make painful, or will you give me the respect I’m due?

The man blinked.

“Good,” Caleb said, then lowered the man back to his chair.

Coughing, the man rubbed his neck. “Your birth name is Caleb Scott. You are…something other than human but we don’t know what. You aren’t a vampire or any other fabled creature. As far as we know, you are responsible for over two hundred deaths.”

“I love history, Mr. Dobson. I believe that you can learn a great deal from a glimpse into the past. That is why I’ve left you and your…club, alone but you have stumbled upon someone dear to me. So, I will make this offer once and only once. Destroy all you have on Cianne Baxter and forget about her, her kidnapping, and the odd incident with the dogs. Or I will add 75 more bodies to that grossly inaccurate sum you have.”

Caleb looked down, focusing on the man’s crotch where his urine was soaking into his pants. “I’m glad we understand one another.” Caleb looked over at the family photo on Dobson’s desk. Then, in a flash of light, Caleb disappeared. He needed to get to Arizona and Cianne.

Note: This scene isn’t in the books. It happens after Book 1 and before Book 2.

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Chained to the Devil’s Son


It was supposed to be the start of a new chapter in their lives. What it turned out to be was a life worse than death.

When Evelyn Jones’ family made a wrong turn onto the property of one of the most racist men in the south, she discovered that Hell is definitely a place on earth. She had few memories of the loving life her parents’ provided. Constant fear replaced her free-spirited youth and the person responsible was the Devil himself. That’s who young Evelyn thought the man who took her family captive, to suffer under his sadistic rule and hateful tongue, was.

Junior Shaw was the only one who had to endure his father’s torture, and then they arrived. No one understood survival of the fittest like Junior. The strong stomped on the weak, and the weaker are stomped on repeatedly. Twelve-year-old Junior was the weak according to his father. To be raised under evil’s hoof was hell, but when his father turned his hatred on others, Junior adopted the role of protector. However, who will protect him?

Two children must mature under horrid circumstances and soul-crushing abuse. This standalone full-length novel is a tale of uncompromising hate and unending love and devotion. Delve into the darkness of Chained to the Devil’s Son.

Book is for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion advised.