Gift of Sight
“Gifted” Trilogy, #1
Feisty, smart mouth Regan thought that breaking up with her boyfriend Sam was going to be the start of her independence. Instead, she is manipulated and dragged into a world where sharp, sarcastic wit isn't going to save her. Turning to her Gram for help, the only remaining relative she has, Regan is upset to find out that her grandmother has been keeping family secrets of her own all these years.
With a vengeful goddess using people to try and bring Regan to the Underworld, Gram brings in three Guardians to protect her. Given the short version of what is expected of her, loaded with a lot of expectations for her future, Regan knows first-hand that life is too short. She isn't letting anyone make life-altering decisions for her despite finding out that the vengeful goddess has placed a price on her head.
This book will make you laugh, feel connected to the characters, and leave you wanting more.
Warning: Adult language and sexual situation
Sam’s response was to hit Regan in the face again, but this time on the opposite side. “Isn’t it simple, Regan? I want you and that smart mouth to come with me.”
Through the tears that had started to fall down her face, she replied, “So you plan on beating me into submission? I don’t work that way you know that. Besides, what real man hits a girl?”
Regan, SHUT UP!
Is what she thought, but it was too late. Sam punched the side of her head, which caught both her temple and part of her eye. She instantly saw stars and could feel the blood trickling down the side of her face.
Damn it! I think he just split my eye. He’s got gorilla hands. How have I never noticed those huge man hands?
Then, like a light had switched on in Sam’s head, he gently started to run his hand down the side of her face. “I can’t wait for the black eyes to appear on your lovely face. They will have to temporarily take the place of those dark circles I’d gotten so used to seeing. What happened to those eyes, Regan? Your trademark circles seemed to have disappeared over night. Is it because you slept with that dog? I expected so much more from you, Sweetie.”
“No, nothing happened, Sam. Please stop hitting me. You are wasting your time. I made my decision. I don’t want to be with you and I won’t be going back with Gram and the rest of them. They bound my powers so I can stay here and be normal. Please just let me go.”
Gift of Power
“Gifted” Trilogy, #2
Power equals responsibility.
Despite declaring to those closest to her that she will take her position as Queen, Regan’s first priority is not to rule, but to find her parents. With Jake at her side, she is determined to learn how to use her new powers and hide from her destiny, as well as the Council, a little while longer.
Unfortunately, someone has been watching and reporting every move Regan makes. She is disheartened to find out the Council is already eagerly awaiting her arrival in Ireland and have apparently started to plan her future…one that does not include Jake.
Regan must decide just how much she is willing to sacrifice to protect her people from a vengeful goddess, while also weeding out the traitor among them. In the end, will she have the strength to withstand losing any of them?
“Lead the way, Buttercup. No, stop, don’t like that nickname, I have to come up with another one. Lover, no, ill, I sound like the chick from ‘Saturday Night Live’. Caveman, yes, that’s the one that still sticks. Lead the way, Caveman.”
“I rather enjoy Caveman, now move that ass, and stop pussyfooting around.”
“Hey, if I’m supposed to be watching my language, you can’t flaunt it in front of me like that.”
Jake eventually just grabbed her hand and started to pull Regan out the door. “What’s wrong with the word ass?”
Regan decided that being pulled didn’t suit her, so she double-timed her steps in order to walk side by side with Jake. “No, you said the P-word.”
Jake thought about it for a second and finally just started laughing. Regan sighed, “At least we look natural, you laughing at me, me wondering why?”
“Because you can drop the f-bomb, but I can’t say pussyfooting because you flipped it into a dirty word. If I said pussycat, what would that do for you?”
“Will you stop it? It’s the P-word and women don’t like that. Fu, I mean never mind other women, I don’t like it. Don’t use it even if we are standing by a p-willow tree.”
Jake, while still laughing, wrapped her in another big hug. “My mission has been accomplished.”
“What mission would that be you p-word abuser.”
“I got you distracted enough to get you into position. Piper and Maggie will be out soon.”
Regan surveyed the area and then her stomach flopped. “Oh shit. I really hope it’s a friendly cat?”
“I’m sure it will appear to be a friendly pussycat, but don’t let looks deceive you. Damn, why did you just hit me?”
“I’ll give you one guess.”
Gift of Prophecy
“Gifted” Trilogy, #3
Regan’s arrival in Ireland may have heightened her powers, but it has also given Agrona and her minions more cause to make sure she never makes it to her coronation. With every attack and the harsh welcome she receives from the council, Regan is more determined than ever to prove why the deities have chosen her to be the Queen.
Although, part of her has accepted that she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice, it isn't until Regan finds herself in the Otherworld being handed over to Agrona that the reality hits her. Will Jake and her family survive without her?
“Stay behind me, all three of you, and that is not a request.”
When Regan had first seen the council members, an image had flashed in her mind.
What the hell, why not?
She didn’t even have to touch the ground to feel the connection. Everything around her, since she arrived in Ireland, seemed to call to her. She raised her hands ever so slightly, and concentrated on the level ground that was between her and the stage. Tapping into nature, she prayed. “I call upon my abilities and I ask for your help.”
At first there was a small vibration, an effect that had Regan not sure what she was doing, but when the earth before her started to violently tremble all she could think was, “Thank you Danu and Oaky.”
To make sure the council knew her intentions, she spoke loud and clear. “Keep those that doubt me and are not pure of heart from reaching me.”
Regan placed her palms together and directed them at the center of the open area. While visualizing what she wanted, she pulled her hands apart and watched as the ground in front of her slowly started to tear apart. A large crack appeared in the center of the open area and the ground began to separate. By the time her arms were spread wide, the fifty feet that had separated her and the stage, was nothing more than a gaping hole that didn’t appear to have a bottom.
Regan, not satisfied yet, continued creating this bottomless pit around the entire stage, until it stood like a lone island in a vast sea, with all of its occupants now huddled together, except for her one lone wolf. Rewarding him for standing apart from the others, she’d offer him an olive branch, so to speak.
Regan raised her hands higher this time and drew from what remained around her. Strong roots, embedded in the earthen pit walls, began to come alive. The once nestled roots pulled away from their home in the dirt, entwining together as they reached out across the chasm. They continuously stretched until they met their counterpart, coming from the other side. When connected, what appeared in front of everyone was a small bridge. “Conall, I offer you this opportunity to join me, since you are probably the only one of the nine that wishes to remain a member. If you choose to join me, walk across my bridge before I remove it.”
Conall let out a laugh and saluted his fellow council members. With no fear, he walked quickly across Regan’s makeshift bridge, and with every step, Regan not only saw his aura become brighter, but her trust in a man she had never met grew. It was unquestionable that he belonged to the light. When Conall came to the end and took his last step off the bridge, he smiled widely.
Just as she was getting ready to speak, Regan saw the other members starting to make a move for the bridge. She instantly dropped her hands, in turn dropping the bridge, and leaving them to think about their actions.
I’m an author in hiding…I still work full time, but don’t ever look over my shoulder to see what’s on my computer screen. Chances are you will find me secretly writing.
Besides family and friends, I love to laugh. It may be at the expense of those I love, but they get me, so I usually don’t offend too much.
Honesty…I can’t help it. I usually say way I feel, but with a little guidance, I’ve learned to be more tactful.
I’ve worked in plenty of environments (trucking company, correction officer and I was in the military to mention a few) so I guess you can say that’s where my mouth and attitude come from. Either way, as long as I get my morning cup of coffee people are safe.
The Trilogy is complete and I also have a new stand-alone book called “Dreamless”. It’s a Paranormal Suspense that’s a bit lighter on the language, but will keep you guessing who the Nightmare really is.
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