Friday, May 16, 2014

Friday Guest Post: Mysti Parker

Serenya’s Song by Mysti Parker

Blurb:
No one ever said love was easy...

Serenya Crowe may be a half-elf commoner, but she's no ordinary woman. With the ability to interpret dreams, and a birth defect that forces her to wear gloves, she's endured gossip and the cruelty of her husband, Sebastian, The Earl of Summerwind. All she's ever wanted is to live a quiet life and raise a family. When she meets the new stranger in town, her world and her heart, are turned upside down.

Wood-elf Jayden Ravenwing is an ex-secret agent who wants nothing more than to forget matters of the heart. He left the bustle of Leogard and his failed marriage to make a fresh start in Summerwind. He never planned to fall in love again, especially with the enchanting Serenya Crowe.

When a strange portal opens on the Crowe property, Jayden is thrown into an investigation, knowing that if he fails, Serenya and everyone in the town may die.

Together, he and Serenya must overcome an ancient evil, and their own inner demons, to save Summerwind and find the love they've always dreamed of.

Excerpt from Chapter Ten:
Serenya’s monstrous transformation begins…

Hungry. So hungry.

My stomach clenched in painful spasms. In the dark, quiet house, I pattered down the stairs on bare feet toward the kitchen, scratching at my itchy shoulders. Turning left, I crept about the familiar room and easily avoided the butter churn to the right of the pantry. Inside, nothing satisfied my nose. Dried and jarred fruits and vegetables, smoked meats, stale bread, waxed cheese wheels—nothing was fresh enough.

 I paused, listening. My senses travelled northward, to the pastures, and to the small calves born this week. Five of them, lying by their mothers under the low branches of the meridian trees. Deep breaths resonated in and out of their large lungs. My skin twitched to the rhythm of their beating hearts. My mouth watered at the thought of their blood pumping through the arteries. So hot. So fresh.

No, this can’t be real.

 I grabbed a jar of corbet fruit preserves, twisted off the top, and plunged my fingers into the gooey condiment. I scooped up a few mouthfuls, gagged, and dropped the jar. Glass and preserves splattered over the tile and onto my toes. The rhythm of those calf hearts still beat in my ears. Saliva pooled in my mouth. If I ran out to see them, I’d be satisfied. Yes, I’d see the calves, and it would all be fine.

Without thought for a cloak or shoes, I crept from the kitchen, though the sitting room, and across the foyer. I opened the front door. My nose twitched. I stepped out on the porch. The breeze carried the coppery scent of young beef and rich blood. I licked my lips and dug at the insistent itch on my shoulders. Drool dripped down my chin.

 Leaving the door wide open, I leapt over the porch rail and landed in a crouch. I sprang to my feet and started forward, picking up speed until I broke into a run. Around the house I flew, past the trimmed shrubs and under an arbor of corbet vines. The fallen orange fruit squished between my toes.

I leapt over the white board fence and ran for the pasture. My feet pounded on the ground. Hunger drove me on. Closer. They smelled so good. The mothers stirred and mooed. The young calves woke and struggled to stand. They all bolted as I reached them. I made a final leap and landed on one.

Blinded by hunger, I flipped it over and grasped its muzzle with one hand. I held the kicking front legs down with my other hand, and wrapped my legs around its hips. A deep growl vibrated in my chest. My jaws opened to the point of unhinging. I sank my teeth into its throat. It bellowed and struggled against me. I tore into its flesh, crushing its windpipe. It wheezed. I held on. The calf’s movements ceased. I released my clamped jaw. Hot, sticky blood poured from its severed jugular. I lapped at it, then applied my mouth and drank deeply until the flow slowed to a trickle.

Feed, my child, feed!

The voice came from inside my mind. I’d heard it before, in Jayden’s cabin when I had the vision of fire. But, this time, I felt no fear. I threw back my head and let loose a deafening shriek. My claws had grown back, longer than ever. They tore into the calf’s belly, spilling its entrails. I ripped out its liver and devoured it.

Someone ran in from the opposite side of the carcass and tore into the intestines. I jumped back. It appeared to be male, larger than me, with dark hair and the same claws. Patches of black scales covered his face and chest. Pale skin peeked through between them. His eyes were bright green, and had pupils with vertical slits like a reptile. He raised his bloody face. A forked tongue lashed out to lick thin lips. He grinned with a wide-open mouth, revealing razor-sharp teeth. I snarled and feigned a charge at the intruder. He growled in response and kept feasting. Lightning struck in the clouds overhead. Thunder rumbled and shook me to my senses.

With shaking fingers, I felt my own teeth. They were sharp. Bits of flesh clung to them. A petrified scream escaped my lips. I backpedaled to get to my feet again and away from this thing, from this carnage. The other being, or whatever it was, stood slowly, eyes on me like a predator gauging its prey.

It stared right at me, and a voice I’d never heard spoke inside my head. Run! He’s coming, and he’ll kill you.

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Bio:
Mysti Parker (pseudonym) is a full time wife, mother of three, and a writer. Her first novel, A Ranger's Tale was published in January, 2011 by Melange Books, and the second in the fantasy romance series, Serenya's Song, was published in April 2012. The highly anticipated third book, Hearts in Exile, came out in June 2013. The Tallenmere series has been likened to Terry Goodkind's 'Sword of Truth' series, but is probably closer to a spicy cross between Tolkien and Mercedes Lackey.

Mysti's other writings have appeared in the anthologies Hearts of Tomorrow, Christmas Lites, and Christmas Lites II. Her flash fiction has appeared on the online magazine EveryDayFiction. She serves as a class mentor in Writers Village University's seven week online course, F2K. Currently, she's working on her first historical romance and has two children's books in the the hands of a hard-working agent.

When she's not writing, Mysti reviews books for SQ Magazine, an online specfic publication, and is the proud owner of Unwritten, a blog voted #3 for eCollegeFinder's Top Writing Blogs award. She resides in Buckner, KY with her husband and three children.

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4 comments:

Mysti said...

Thanks so much for hosting me, Pam!! ~Mysti :)

PamelaTurner said...

You're quite welcome, Mysti. Any time. :-)

JoAnne Myers said...

The book sounds like another winner. Serenya has her hands full with this transformation. I hope there is a happy ending. Good luck with sales.

Mysti said...

Thanks, Joanne! This book is actually about 2 years old now, but gotta keep promoting it to fresh readers :)