Tasty Tuesday: Forgotten Visions part 1
Now what kind of hero do you think he could be. I’m thinking policeman. Could also be a shifter of some kind. Wolf? Cat? Dragon?
One more day until FORGOTTEN VISIONS is release! Whoot! I’m so excited and nervous. Today’s teaser is the end of the first chapter, BUT it extends on both my blogs. The first part is below and the second part can be found on The Divinities blog. Enjoy!
Forgotten Visions, coming July 11 from Soul Mate Publishing!
The slam of a car door drew her attention to a new arrival. Maxville Deputy Sheriff Zach Manus emerged from his unmarked 2011 Camaro and stalked toward them. Deep sorrow and anger laced across his handsome features. His light-brown hair stood a little more on end than normal. He stopped in front of them, his frown deepening and his golden-brown eyes darkening.
Zach, along with most his family, was empathic. Kalissa didn’t need to tell him how she felt. A flicker of grief laced his face, then disappeared in a flash. He inhaled deeply as his facial features blanked—void of feeling. He put up his shields that blocked others’ emotions she assumed. Why hadn’t he slammed them into place before getting out of the car?
Testing our moods, she thought sourly at Khloe.
“Don’t do that twin thing with me.” Zach gave a forced smile.
“What twin thing?” she and Khloe asked at the same time, trying to look innocent. It was next to impossible while they stood there wrapped in a dark fog of grief.
His dark brows dipped downward as he shifted to look at Fire Rescue working to get the flattened top of the Benz open. Turning his head back in her direction, his eyes narrowed. “You’ve been arguing with them?”
She flicked her attention to him. Yeah, she’d argued. JSO had the most irritating and pig-headed officers. The Chief Detective hadn’t wanted any insight from her. Prejudiced bastard.
Zach was like a brother to them and Kalissa trusted him fully. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he had a serious, responsible side. Around family, he was playful and sarcastic. Tonight, there were no sheepish smiles or factitious remarks.
“They won’t talk to me! I tried to tell them this wasn’t an accident, but they dismissed me.” She hugged her waist, staring back at the crushed car. The emptiness growing by the moment. It had been pulled away from the tree and loaded onto a wrecker. “They shouldn’t have died,” she whispered. Divinities were believed to be the children of the gods, far more powerful than any mortal witch. They aged slower and healed faster. Words like immortality and demi-gods drifted in the whispers among many of the magickin.
Immortals. Kalissa snorted. If that were the case, her parents would had walked out of that car. Sorrow squeezed, tightening its grip on her heart. The man in her vision was responsible. No, not a man. A dark magical essence hung so thick in the air it choked her.
Thank you for coming by. For more Tasty Tuesday teasers check out the blogs below.
Carrie Ann Ryan | Tempeste O’Riley | The Divinities Series