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Sample of Prophecy's Child, book 2 in the Prophecy Series

Posted by Brenda Dyer on July 11, 2012 at 2:40 AM Comments comments (2)

Prophecy's Child




Friday, November 08th, 5:30pm

Kal leaned back in his La-Z-Boy recliner and mouthed the word fuck as his mother’s voice droned on and on from the other end ofhis cell phone. He had to hand it to her, she was getting damn good with a hammer. With each word uttered, she tried to bang another nail into his bachelor coffin.

But he held his own…sort of.

“Did you get the package I sent you?” his mother asked. Her rich French accent was thick. Her voice brought back memories of when she sang to him and his older brother when they were young, growing up in France.

“Oui," Kal replied back. "The cookies were good. Thanks.”He knew she didn’t give a shit about the cookies. What she wanted to know were his thoughts on the photos.

He glanced at his lap. Four glossy pictures of vampire women stared back at him. All head shots, all air brushed to perfection. Flipping them over, he almost laughed out loud when he saw they were complete with each woman’s stats. Just like all the rest his mother had sent him over the last three years.

“What about the sweater?” She asked. “Does it fit?”

Kal sighed and shoved the photos back in the manila envelope. “Mom,  just ask me what you want to ask me.”

Silence met his ear before she cleared her throat. “Sweetheart, I’m only thinking of you and your future—the future of our house. You need an heir and I’d like to hold a grandchild before I leave this earth.”

Yep, here comes the guilt.

When he didn’t reply, she continued, “I’m already four hundred and thirty two.”

Shit. She’s pulling out all the stops this time.“You’re still young. And I will get married and give you grandchildren, just not right now.”

“You know how quickly life changes—how loved ones are here one day, and then gone the next.”

Pain knotted Kal’s gut. He knew exactly who she was referring to. His father and brother had been killed sixty years ago in a demon raid, but the ache was still fresh. And since he was a warrior, his days were numbered. For all he knew, he could be whacked tonight.

“You’re all I have left, Kal. I love you and want you to be happy. I also want to know you, your father, and brother will live on through your children. Is that too much to ask?”

Kal picked at the duct tape holding in the stuffing on the frayed armrest of his green and yellow recliner. What the hell could he say to that? He loved his mother dearly and knew she still suffered the loss of her mate and first born son.

And since he was the head of the household it was his duty to marry and produce not only an heir to his house, but sire future warriors for the war between vampires and demons.

The problem was he wanted more than the cold marriage of obligation which was the norm for vampires. Rarely did his kind marry for love—although if the couple were lucky, love could grow between them like it had between his squad leader, Roarik and his wife, Celeene.

“Kal? Are you still there?” His mother’s voice broke through his thoughts.

“Ah, yeah. I’m here.” The words duty and responsibility swirled through his mind. He stood, knocking the manila envelope to the floor. The pictures spilled out, mocking him further. Duty. Responsibility. Marriage. Pickme, No, pick me!

Kal rubbed the back of his tight neck, trying to relieve his tension. Fuck tension, more like panic. He needed to get off the phone and split from the base for awhile and think. “Hey, mom. I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later.”

“All right, sweetheart, but can you do one thing for me?”

Now what? “Sure.”

“Can you at least give what we talked about serious consideration? The females I’ve picked out are all worthy of you. Their bloodlines are impeccable.”

Impeccable and beautiful, but he was in no hurry to be trapped in a loveless marriage with some snooty, high society female just for the sake of reproducing. He wanted a marriage based on love not necessity.

Fuck, he was such a chick.

Kal cleared his throat. “I will. I’ll seriously think about…” He swallowed. “Marriage.” Same answer he gave every time they had this discussion, except this time he meant it. He couldn’t put it off much longer. Better to get it over with.

“Thank you, son. I love you.”

“Love you too, mom. Au revoir.”

He closed his phone. His fingers curled around the warm plastic and he drew his arm back, ready to launch the thing against the wall. Watching it smash to a million pieces might help demolish his frustrations.

Then he’d have to buy a new phone.And programming all the numbers was a pain in the ass. Instead he dropped it into the back pocket of his jeans.

Kal grabbed his remote off the coffee table and aimed it at his TV. The video game he’d been playing before his mother called was still paused on the fifty-two inch screen. Without saving his progress, he shut off the gaming system and the television. He scooped up the scattered photos and shoved them back in the envelope. As they slid inside, the flash of long black hair caught his attention.

He slowly extracted the picture. Light green eyes, surrounded by dark lashes stared back at him. Pale skin. Pouty lips. The facial features, although perfect, were all wrong. But the hair was the same as hers.

Kal stroked the cheek of the vampire woman in the photo, but it wasn’t her soft skin he pretended to feel. It was a human woman he’d known years ago.


Posted by Brenda Dyer on May 5, 2012 at 2:00 AM Comments comments (2)

Warning: This short story is written in Lucifer'spoint of view. In this tale you are taken deeper into the history behind Love'sProphecy and how and why the war began.




Lucifer's Mind

Forgotten Realm


Demons scattered as Lucifer stormed across the stone floor of his dungeon. He stopped and glowered at the thousands of human souls locked behind the enchanted metal bars of what he called the Holding Cage.

   “Take them to the Pit,” he snarled to his servants.

    “Yes, Lord Lucifer.” A demon bowed and hurried to do its master's bidding but stopped, frozen in place by invisible restraints.

    “What did you call me?” Lucifer asked, fury swirling in his soft spoken question.

    The demon trembled and stared at its feet.

     “What did you call me?” Lucifer's voice boomed, bouncing off the stone walls of the chamber.

      “Lor...Lord Lucifer, Master.”

    “That name is no longer mine. I am Satan the Mighty. Satan the Great! Never do I want to hear the name Lucifer again!”

    “Yes my, Lord Satan. My deepest apologies.”

      Rage coursed through Lucifer's veins. He glared at his groveling servant, wanting to peel the skin slowly from the hideous being, but instead he reached out his hand, and in a blinding flash of light, the demon's essence returned to him. Its empty body exploded, sending a shower of gray dust to settle on the stony floor.

     Lucifer straightened his black robes and glared at the remaining demons in the chamber. “If I hear that name fall from anyone's lips, know your fate will be the same as this maggot's. Do I make myself clear?”

     In unison the demons bowed and said, “yes, Master Satan.”

    Without another word, Lucifer climbed the stairs to his private chamber located at the highest peak of his black castle. He slammed through the door and willed the many candles placed throughout the room to light, then gazed at the vast sea of blackness through a large archway cut from the stone.

    He despised this Forgotten Realm. There was nothing but blackness. No stars, no planets, no sun. It was as its name suggested, forgotten.

    He turned and watched the flickering flame from a candle as it ate darkness and spewed forth light and heat.

     Lucifer craved light. When he was younger--back before humans were even a thought--he would bask for hours in the light and warmth from the Sacred Dimension's two suns. He'd lain upon the greenlawns and played his harp while his brothers and sisters sang and danced.

     He played beautifully; one of the best in the whole dimension. He remembered the glowing praise from The Creator and the happiness he felt when asked to play before all.

     Sadness crept into his heart. Sometimes he missed those days and nights spent in peace and harmony. He missed the company of his brothers and sisters. And if he was honest with himself, he missed the company of The Creator most of all.

     Lucifer walked slowly to his black throne and slumped down. He picked up a candle and brought the flame close to his face. Unblinking, he stared into the fiery depth as memories flooded his mind.

    Oh, how he had loved—worshiped—The Creator; recalled how he desired to be just like Him. How he craved the slightest attention from Him. How the touch of His glowing hands upon his face lit his soul, filling him with love and devotion.

    The Creator loved all His angels, as he called them, but Lucifer knew deep down, he had held a special place in his Father's heart.

    They spent much time alone, strolling upon the green lawns, discussing art, music, and many nights gazing out at the stars. He loved those quiet times together when he had his Sire's full attention. But that all changed when humans entered the equation.

   Turning from that thought, his mind drifted further back. Back to the glorious day when The Creator had stood before all His angels, informing them of His plans to create a beautiful planet He would call Earth.

     He had filled their minds with His thoughts and ideas, and to each angel, He had bestowed the gift of creation. But the gift only allowed them to create what The Creator desired.

      When the angels descended to the barren ball of rock, they began the arduous task of shaping and filling the Earth with many wondrous creations. Thousands of years they labored until they had finally brought the plan in their Sire’s thoughts to life.

     As Lucifer strolled the earth, awe filled him at all they had accomplished. The beauty of it took his very breath. The trees, the mountains with their rivers rushing and tumbling down to meet the seas, the flower-filled meadows that soothed his soul and saturated it with contentment. He never wanted to be parted from the Earth. His love for what he'd helped create was all consuming, and when it was time to return back to the Sacred Dimension, he'd decided not to go. Here he would stay and pass away eternity.

     When all the angels returned to their home, Lucifer built himself a beautiful castle on top of the tallest mountain.

     Many years he passed in blessed solitude.Then one day his brother, Genuine came upon him as he meandered through the great forests.

    “My brother,” Genuine said, greeting Lucifer. “You linger here over long. It has been many years since we have completed our long labors.”

     “Aye, my brother,” Lucifer replied smiling. “The Earth I love and here I shall remain.”

     “Tis a wondrous kingdom for sure brother, but our Lord God has called us home and you are sorely missed.”

     “Alas, my heart now belongs here.” Lucifer sat down on a rock and closed his eyes, listening to the music of the birds as they frolicked and sang in the trees towering above their heads.

     “Aye, the Earth and all her beauty holds a special place in all our hearts, but to ignore the request of our Sire 'tis foolish.” Genuine sat beside Lucifer and laid his hand upon his knee.

     “Foolish it may be,” Lucifer said. “But I will not forsake the Earth.”

     “What would you have me tell our Sire?”

     “That I desire to remain here and call earth my home.”

     Genuine stood and dusted off his white robes. “Aye. I will convey your request. Till we meet again, my brother.” With a bow he vanished.

     It wasn't long before The Creator took matters into His own hands and called Lucifer home. When Lucifer appeared in front of The Creator, his heart filled with anger for the first time. Anger to have been brought back against his will when he desired nothing else but the Earth.

    “My son, why do you not come at will?” The Creator asked.

     Lucifer bowed low. “Forgive me, my Lord. The Earth, in all her glory, I love beyond measure and my heart desires to remain.”

    “This I know for I have read your heart’s desire, but the Earth was created for another purpose.” The Creator stood and tilted Lucifer's chin up. “This is your home, my son. The Earth will be home to my other children.”

    “Other children?” Lucifer gazed at his brothers and sisters who stood against the stone walls. “Who be these others, my Lord?”

    “All will be made clear.” The Creator walked over to the large arched window cut from the white stone, looking east toward Earth. “They are waking up as we speak.” He turned and looked each angel in the eye and sent them His thoughts and plans for these other children whom He called humans.

      As his Father's thoughts entered Lucifer's mind, hatred and fear filled his once gentle heart with blackness.

     No! Not his beautiful home. Humans will destroy all with their need for food and shelter. All his animals will be at risk, and his beautiful majestic trees will topple with their biting axes.

     He couldn't allow this to happen. He had to put a stop to this madness. How could his loving Creator allow these...atrocities to come to pass?

    “My Lord,” Lucifer said bowing low. “Please, tell me this isn't so. Lift my heart and tell me this be only a jest. All my—our years of toil will be for naught.”

    “Lucifer,” The Creator said with a sigh.“This is why Earth came to creation. To be their home.”

      Lucifer locked eyes with The Creator. “The Earth is mine, no others. I will not allow these usurpers to destroy what we all had a hand in creating.”

     A collective gasp filled the chamber.

    “You will not speak again of the Earth belonging to you!” The Creator's voice boomed. “Your place is here at my side.” He strode over to Lucifer and laid His glowing hand upon his shoulder.        “Let go the madness I sense in your heart, I beg of thee.” He looked deep into Lucifer's eyes. “From this point on you are forbidden to walk upon the Earth. This is my will and you shall obey.”

     Lucifer bolted from the chamber, his heart shattering. And in silence, he vowed to take back what was his.

    Many years passed, but instead of diminishing, Lucifer's hatred towards humans grew as he watched from afar the slow destruction of what he and his brothers and sisters so lovingly brought forth. But of all the treacheries he had to endure, the one he could never forgive was the humans' place in the Heavens and in his beloved Creator's heart. They had all: the earth, the Sacred Dimension and his Father's love.

     One evening, when all in the Heavens slept, he crept down to the Earth and spied on the usurpers. As he stalked his old home, hatred and jealousy grew until it consumed every corner of his soul. Destruction was everywhere--from his precious trees to the animals he had cometo know and love—humans, by their very nature, were takers, destroyers.

     Consumed with madness, he raised his arms to the heavens and pledged from this point on he would destroy all humans and steal them from The Creator as He had stolen the Earth from him.

      From out of the seas he created giant storms that smashed into the lands, destroying towns and villages. And upon the Great Plains, he created violent wind tunnels that demolished all in their path. And with a mighty roar, he shook the lands so violently they split apart, forever changed.

      Lucifer stood upon the peak of the highest mountain, watching with joy the destruction he caused. He despised the devastation and ruin to his beloved home, but to be rid of the humans made it all worthwhile.

     When he returned to the Sacred Dimension all was in chaos. Human souls entered Heaven by the thousands, crying and afraid. Lucifer hid in his private chamber. Fear now replaced his joy.

    Time passed slowly, each second feeling like a full circle of seasons on earth. When he couldn't take another moment of waiting, a knock sounded at his door. He pulled it open and without a word, stepped out into the hallway and followed silently behind his brother, Genuine.

       As he stepped into the throne room, he was struck by the deadly silence. He glanced up and saw all his brothers and sisters. They were lined up, creating a walkway from the entrance to the throne where The Creator sat with an unreadable expression on His beautiful face.

      Lucifer dropped to his knees at The Creator's feet and placed his forehead onto the cold stone floor. He despised this subservient position and longed to flee.

      Silence pulsed through the room.

     “Rise,” The Creator said.

     Lucifer stood, but his head remained bowed.

     “I would have your eyes on me so I can see the truth.”

     Lucifer raised his eyes and stared into the ageless face of The Creator.

    Time passed as The Creator captured Lucifer's gaze with his, reading all.

      After what felt like time without end, The Creator closed his eyes and sat back against his throne. “Your treachery knows no bounds. It has wounded me beyond measure.”

      Anger flooded Lucifer, loosening his tongue. “My treachery? What about your treachery?”

     The Creator gripped the arm-rests of his throne and leaned forward. “You destroyed what is mine!”

     Lucifer took a step forward. “You betrayed me!” He swept the room with a hand. “You betrayed us all! We knew nothing of your plans. We blindly did your bidding, toiling and slaving away forcenturies, never asking questions, and for what? For you to betray us with your second children? Not only do they now call the Earth home, but when they die they are welcomed with open arms to our home!”

     The Creator remained silent.

      Lucifer clenched his hands into tight fists and snarled through gritted teeth, “I will not bow to those usurpers, ever!”

     The Creator's eyes dulled. “I see I am left no other choice in this matter, though it grieves me deeply.” He fell silent. A wave of pain crossed His face, dulling his inner glow.

      Lucifer, seeing the weakness, snarled, “What shall you do, my Lord? Destroy me?”

     “It would be just if I did, but alas, my heart is for creation, not destruction."

     “Just perhaps, but to destroy me would also destroy part of yourself, and in so doing, weaken you.” He laughed, a sinister, dark sound, the likes of which has never been uttered in the Sacred Dimension thus far.

      The Creator sat up and pegged Lucifer with a hard glare. “You are banished from this Sacred Dimension until such time I deem you repentant of your sins. You may go where you will, but not to the Earth. Remember, I see all.” The warning behind His spoken words was very clear.

      Anger and hatred twisted Lucifer's once beautiful face into a hideous mask. “I will never grovel at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Never!” His ice-blue eyes searched through the line of angels until they stopped on his brother, Vampier. “You see all, you say. Tell me, my Lord Father. Do you see what Vampier has created behind closed doors?”

     Vampier's face blanched. His dark, panic filled eyes glanced from Lucifer to The Creator and then back to the floor.

      “I know what Vampier has created. But his creations were born out of love, not hatred and jealousy."

      Lucifer glared at Vampier's bowed head, completely taken aback. “You know of his treachery and yet he remains unpunished?”

     “He and his punishment are no longer your concern, Lucifer. You have chosen your path, and unless you wish to repent your actions, you will not involve yourself with any who reside here from this day forward.”

       Lucifer addressed his brothers and sisters. “So be it. You are all weak-willed cowards. You are merely slaves—servants to carry out our Lord's bidding” He walked to the entrance and turning, he gazed at The Creator and hissed, “You stole from me my greatest love and for that alone I will never forgive. And know this, my... Father. For your treachery I declare war upon you and your precious humans.” With a swirl of his robes he disappeared from the Sacred Dimension.

      A burning pain pulled Lucifer back to the present. He glanced at his hand. Hot wax from the candle he held had spread over his fingers and palm. He made a fist, extinguishing the flame and dropped the mess to the floor.

      So many years had passed, but his Creator's betrayal was still fresh. It still had the power to hurt him. Cursing, Lucifer stood, but didn't move. His thoughts changed to his beloved Earth, figuring there was maybe 200 to 300 years left before all was destroyed. No matter, once humans and vampires were obliterated he would repair the damage before moving in.

      That's if the gods didn't interfere again like they had in the past. Though the gods were bound by their own silly laws.They couldn't meddle too much with what went on with the Earth and her children. And since humans were destroying the earth themselves, the gods' hands were tied.

     Lucifer's lips stretched in a wide grin. Besides, look what had happened to the gods' plan of sending vampires to protect humans. He, the All Mighty, had fixed that by sending his demons to destroy vampires. And it was working. Vampires were slowly dwindling—they couldn't keep up with his demons.

     What perfect revenge. Not only would he destroy The Creator's precious children, he'd destroy his brother's as well. Patience, that was all he needed.










Mel Uncensored

Posted by Brenda Dyer on April 21, 2012 at 12:15 PM Comments comments (1)

Mel Uncensored

Brenda:  Hello, Mel. I'm glad you could make it. I know how busy you are.

Mel: Thanks for having me. I can't stay long. Have to meet Kal and Soren at The Green Tree then head out hunting. But I'd like to check on Breeana first.

Brenda: *smiles* I totally understand. I know we can't say much in case we give some of the book away, but how is Breeana doing?

Mel: *smiles back as he visibly relaxes* She's doing very well--thanks for asking.

Brenda: Glad to hear it. Tell her I said hi.

Mel: Will do.

Brenda: So, during the writing of Love's Prophecy, was there a time where you thought you and Breeana wouldn't end up together?

Mel: Yeah. I wasn't sure after the demon bitch got her filthy hands an Breeana if I'd ever see her again. I thought for sure my plan wouldn't work--thought we'd all kick it.

Brenda: *Laughs* Nice to know you had such little faith in me.

Mel: *Laughs back* Nah, not in you, in myself.

Brenda: I thought Breeana talked to you about your pessimistic crap?

Mel: She did--and because of her, I'm learning to have faith in myself.

Brenda: *Laughs* Good.  I'm going to change gears here if that's okay?

Mel: Sure. You're the interviewer.

Brenda: What happened after your father's death?

Mel: *He shifts in his seat and glances at the ceiling before looking at Brenda.* I buried my mother, then left--or more like I ran.  I wandered from city to city, town to town before I ended up in London. I was...not doing too well at that time. I was a drunk, living in the streets. I didn't have a purpose and I didn't give a shit. Then one evening I came across Roarik. *laughs.* Seems both he and I needed to feed and we were both going after the same human female. I was so sloshed I ended up scaring her away. I was also half starved for food--and broke--so I decided to rob Roarik. *laughs again.*

Brenda: *laughs* What'd he do?

Mel: Beat the shit outta me, then noticed my tattoo and realized I was a warrior--although back then I didn't look or act like one. Anyway, he offered me a job and a home--offered me a chance to get my shit together. *Shrugs* In a sense he saved me.

Brenda: No wonder you two are close.

Mel: *nods.*

Brenda: I'd like to ask you a question about your uncle.

Mel: *His shoulders stiffen and a frown creases his brow. He sits straighter in his seat before folding his arms across his chest.* What do ya want to know?

Brenda: Did he inherit your...father's estate after your...father's...*she swallows and glances away.* death?

Mel: To be honest, I don't know. I left and never looked back. But I'm sure my uncle looked after things until my brother was old enough to take over.

Brenda: Speaking of your brother, I take it you've never contacted him...

Mel: Frown deepens.* Nope--and I have no plans to. You know what happened between us--and I'm sure he hasn't changed.

Brenda: Sorry, but I wanted to ask. Next question. Does your uncle know where you are--what has become of you?

Mel: *Shrugs, but a look of sadness fills his silver eyes.* Doubt it. And I think it's best to keep it that way.

Brenda: Do you miss him?

Mel: Yes--can we please change the subject?

Brenda: Yes, and I'm sorry. But you and he were close--your uncle cared for you and you him, so...

Mel: Breeana feels I should try and contact him. *shrugs again* I'm seriously thinking about it, but...

Brenda: But what?

Mel: No matter how much he cared for me, I did kill his brother.

Brenda: I see. I still think Breeana is right--I think you owe it to yourself and your uncle to contact him. But I'll change the subject. In Love's Prophecy, Kal mentions to Breeana something about him getting you and Soren in trouble. What was he talking about?

Mel:  *shakes his head before laughing* Seems I'm never going to live that night down. I finally told Breeana what happened; she still brings it up. In short, Kal pulled one of his bonehead pranks and brought the wrath of Roarik down on Soren and I.

Brenda: *laughs* That's it? No details? Come on, Mel. Share with us. Inquiring minds want to know.

Mel: All right, but really you should ask Kal--he tells it a little differently--probably because he remembers more of it than I do. I was...a little inebriated. *chuckles.*

Brenda: I'll ask Kal when I interview him--and I'll compare notes.

Mel: To keep it short, Soren and I had returned to the base early this particular evening. We decided to relax, listen to some music and have a few beers. Well, a few turned into a lot. I guess by the time Kal returned, Soren and I were pretty shitfaced.

Anyway, Kal let off a couple of bottle rockets in the house--Soren and I didn't hear them because of the music, but Roarik did. Kal had placed a bottle rocket on the table beside Soren--without us knowing--shows you how drunk we were. *Laughs.* Roarik barges in and screams bloody murder about us letting off fireworks in the house. Of course Soren and I had no clue what he was flipping out about. The next day Kal tells us what he did.

Brenda: *laughs so hard she almost chokes* What...*laughs more* What did you two do to him? I can't imagine you guys let him get away with it.

Mel: *laughs* Nope. Suffice it to say, Kal was sporting a black eyes and a fat lip--plus we made him tell Roarik what he'd done. Soren also took Kal's favorite video game and hid it. *laughs again* Soren made Kal swear he'd never pull another prank on us before he gave it back.

Brenda: Did the promise stick?

Mel: Whadda you think?

Brenda: I'll take that as a no.

Mel and Brenda: *laugh*

Brenda: Mel, it's been a pleasure. I won't hold you up any longer. Say hi to Breeana and the other warriors for me.

Mel: *leans forward and shakes Brenda's hand* Will do, and thank you. The interview was my pleasure.

Brenda: I would like to interview Breeana in the coming weeks. I'll call and set up a time.

Mel: I'll let her know.


Several sentences from Love's Prophecy

Posted by Brenda Dyer on April 15, 2012 at 12:05 PM Comments comments (2)

Mel materialized in front of her. She jumped to her feet, her heart beating double time against her ribs. She pressed a hand to her chest. “Will you quit doing that? You're going to give me a heart attack. Can't you use the front door like a normal person?”

He laughed and drew her into his arms. “What would be the fun in that? I like keeping you on your toes.”

Breeana smiled and slid her hands under the flaps of his leather jacket. The leather creaked as his embrace tightened. She smoothed her palms up his hard muscular back and kissed the underside of his clean shaven jaw. The scent of his cologne and his warm skin heated her blood and her desire.

“You like keeping me on my toes, huh?” she asked.

He tilted her chin up until their gazes met. “Among other positions.” His voice was low, husky, and his irises darkened.

Several sentences from Prophecy's Child--book #2 in The Prophecy Series

Posted by Brenda Dyer on April 9, 2012 at 2:00 AM Comments comments (0)

This is taken from my current WIP, Prophecy's Child. In these sentences Katherine has ran into Kal--literally--after ten years. He still has the same erotic pull on her.

Katherine’smouth dropped open and butterflies took flight in her stomach.  Lucky she was flat on her ass because her limbs shook so hard she’d have ended up in the same position. “Kal? It can’t be…”

She closed her eyes, then quickly opened them, needing to make sure his appearance wasn’t simply a hallucination brought on by stress.

But there was no mistaking it, Kal stood in front of her, all six foot four inchesof well muscled, testosterone dripping, male. His black leather covered shoulders were so wide, they blocked out the florescent lights hanging from the ceiling. Faded jeans hugged his long, finely formed legs. He was perfection standing in a pair of black hiking boots.



Posted by Brenda Dyer on January 29, 2012 at 12:20 PM Comments comments (33)

These sentences are taken from my novel, Love's Prophecy.

In the scene before this, Mel told Breeana vampires are real. In these sentences they are just sitting down for breakfast and a discussion on where vampires came from and why they share the Earth with humans.

Poor Breeana can't seem to keep her mind on anything but Mel's body, LOL.

“Drag the chair over and come eat,” Mel said with a smile.

Breeana didn't move. His biceps flexed, bulking up with his movements, and the muscles of his chest bunched when he reached for a fork.

Damn him. Human or vampire, he was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. The sight of his bare, smooth skin and hard muscles, coupled with his rugged unshaven face, was too much of a temptation. One she knew she couldn't resist.


Saturday Sample

Posted by Brenda Dyer on January 28, 2012 at 11:25 AM Comments comments (14)

This sample is taken from my novel Love's Prophecy. In this scene, Mel has told Breeana about the murder of his wife and all who lived in the village he had been the leader of. Although he didn't tell her all.

As Mel stared into Breeana's trusting face, the sound of his father's evil laugh filled his mind, echoing through his skull.

“Look at her,” his father's demented voice said. “What a pathetic fool she is. She's so quick to absolve you of all guilt, but you know better don't you, son? Go ahead, tell her. Tell her how you honored your father. Would she look at you the same if she knew? Would she be so quick to defend you if she knew you are a murderer?”

Fear paralyzed Mel’s limbs.

“What's the matter, son? Do it, I dare you.” His father's evil laugh became louder and louder until that was all he heard. “Tell her who's really to blame for your wife's murder.”

Breeana stepped up against his body, wrapping her arms around him.Her warmth seeped into his stiff limbs, instantly cutting off his father's voice. She pressed a cheek over his heart. While she held him, his tremors slowed then stopped, his mind cleared and a feeling of calm enveloped him.

She looked up at him and brushed his hair off his forehead. “Did you get the bastards who murdered your wife?”

A fierce light shone in her eyes. He caressed her cheek. “Yeah, I did. It took me over a month but yeah, I destroyed them.”

“I'm glad,” she said without hesitation.

His chest tightened as love swelled his heart, spilled over, and invaded his scarred, lonely soul.

“I know the circumstances are less than ideal, but I'm glad I met you. I'll never regret the time we've shared,” she said.

His eyes burned and a lump formed in his throat. “Breeana.” He crushed her to him, molding her to his body. She had no idea how her words affected him. How wonderful it felt to hear someone say the death of his wife—of them all—wasn't entirely his fault, even though he knew it was. Shame over being the only survivor of his village had burned him for so long. Her words helped douse the pain, if for only a moment.

Her cool hands smoothed over his back. “I know I don't know all the facts, but one thing I do know is you're a good man—I mean vampire.”

Love for her flowed through him, almost taking him to his knees. “If you believe that, then you're deranged,” he whispered, against her hair.

“Maybe, but I pride myself on being able to read peoples' hearts and you my friend, have a good one.” She leaned back in his embrace, stretched upon her toes and kissed him.

When she broke off their kiss, Mel wrapped himself around her once more. At that very moment, he could honestly say he was happy. Happy he had chosen to live.



Several sentences from Love's Prophecy

Posted by Brenda Dyer on January 15, 2012 at 1:00 PM Comments comments (19)

Set up: Mel has just learned Kal has killed the demon hunting for Breeana. It is now safe for Mel to take her home, but he's torn.

“Yep.” Mel could hardly squeeze the word through his constricted throat. He grabbed the bottle and walked back to the living room.

“She wants to stay with you, dude,” Kal said.

Mel stopped in front of the TV and stared at the blank screen. “It's over. I knew as soon as it was safe, she'd be going back to her life.”

“Yeah, see, that's great and all, but things have changed. I see how much you two care for each other. And believe me, man, that's something you shouldn't lightly toss away.”

Red hot rage burned through him. “Lightly? You think this isn't torturing me?”

“Poor choice of words—”

“Screw you.” Mel guzzled another mouthful, the burn from the alcohol brought tears to his eyes. Or was it from the pain of his heart shattering into a billion pieces? “I'm sending her back because I love her so much.”


Several Sentence Sunday

Posted by Brenda Dyer on November 20, 2011 at 11:30 AM Comments comments (12)

Thanks for stopping by and reading my SSS--several sentence Sunday.

Set up: Katherine sees Kal for the first time in ten years after  he up and left her--no explanation, just gone. Needless to say, she is angry.


Katherine crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”

Kal pulled his left hand out of his pocket and showed her a small plastic bag. “Buying a video game.”

“I mean, what are you doing in Vancouver?”

“I moved here for work. What about you?”


“That’s none of your damn business.” She pointed at his bag and smirked. “Nice to see you’re just as childish as you were years ago. Some things never changed, huh?”

His cheeks reddened and he glanced at the floor. Sighing, he rocked back and forth on his heels as he shoved the bag back into his pocket. With a flick of his head, he dislodged thick bangs out of his eyes. “Look, Katherine, I need to apologize.”

“For knocking me down? Don’t worry about it.”

A small smile tugged at his lips and sadness filled his eyes. “That too, but I’d like to apologize for the way I left things between us.”

The tenacious hold she had on her rage disintegrated. And not giving a crap that they stood in the middle of Wal-Mart with people all around, she said none too quietly, “You didn’t leave anything between us—you just left. I woke up and you were gone, which wasn’t unusual, you were never there in the mornings, but when I tried to call your cell phone, guess what? You cut the damn thing off! So please,do me a favor and keep your bullshit apologies, because I don’t want to hear them.”



S.S.S: Six Sentence Sunday

Posted by Brenda Dyer on October 30, 2011 at 1:00 PM Comments comments (10)

“Bethany! Bethany, nooo!” Mel's shouts filled the darkness as he shot off the bed.

 Breeana scrambled off the bed and fumbled around in the dark. Her outstretched hands skimmed over the night table until she felt the lamp. She switched it on and light bathed the room in a soft glow.

Mel stood in the center of the room. His arms thrashed about and his breath whistled out in fast erratic bursts.

 “I know you did it, you murdering bastard.” He looked wildly around at no one she could see. “I know you did it.”

She ran around the bed and grabbed his flailing arms. “Mel, wake up!” She couldn't hold him. With a vicious curse, he tugged free. He backed away from her with panic-filled eyes.

Mel,” she called louder. “Wake-up. You're having a nightmare.”