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     And just for fun, I want to post a snippet from my second book, FORGOTTEN. To get you up to speed, this scene takes place with my two main characters, Susan King and Grant White. Grant is over a century old though he doesn’t look it and he is half-demon. He’s just traded his demon half with a witch to save himself from a horrible death.

     Susan and Grant are returning from a place called the under-spirit world when this scene takes place.

            Storm clouds roiled, covering the sun, and Grant felt as if he were back
in the under-spirit world. He hated that place, hated what it did to him. When
his demon returned, he knew he’d have to go back. He knew he’d never come out.

walked next to him, biting her nails as they made their way down the forest
path. He couldn’t tell her. She’d find out soon enough. “You bite your nails?”
he asked.

paused, looked at her hand as if she didn’t realize what she’d been doing, and
then sighed. “Nervous habit.”

the thick rain clouds, Susan’s face seemed paler than usual, almost sallow. He
still thought she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. He couldn’t
understand why. He’d met plenty of women in his lifetime. Duchesses and wealthy
heiresses with finer clothing and more alluring features. Something about Susan
baffled him.

        A damp wind rushed
past, rustling the pine boughs and making them hiss as they brushed against
each other. Susan stared at the forest as if it were a foreign place.

        “Something wrong?”
Grant asked.

        “I’m not sure. This
place. It seems almost . . . I don’t know.”


        She raised an
eyebrow. “No.”

        “Then what?”

        “Pretty, I suppose.

        “Thought you hated

        “I do.”

        “Thought you said
everything here was ugly.”

        “It is.”

        Susan didn’t hold his
gaze. A few moments later, she started biting her nails again. Grant caught her
hand in his and grasped it. “What are you doing?” she asked.

        “Keeping you from
ruining a perfectly good set of fingers.”

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