Chapter 2 First Paragraphs

So here we are, at Chapter 2 in my #WIP Blood Ties. Tora is on her way back home from Odin’s place in Valhalla. If only I could actually travel like her. #amwriting

Every atom in my body seemed to stretch and squeeze through a tube of space and time. I still wasn’t used to teleporting, and it was a bit disorienting as my cells unscrambled and came back together. When my feet touched the floor, the darkness receded to the morning light and the library came into focus.

“Well, look who’s back,” Kaige said as I materialized in front of him. Coffee cup in one hand, newspaper in the other, he sat on the leather sofa in only his pajama pants. “I didn’t think Odin would’ve let you leave so soon.”

My eyes roamed, appreciating the lines of his body and his dark wavy hair that fell past the shoulders, framing a rugged jaw that currently held yesterday’s stubble.

After being stretched like a rubber band, I tried to compact myself by squatting down and squeezing my knees to my chest. “I convinced him to let the Valkyrie come here to train.”

His brow rose. “Really? Where?”

Trying to keep a straight face, I said, “Ryk’s.”

Kaige laughed. “I hope you talked to him first.”

“Nope. He doesn’t have a clue.”

 

Hmm…I wonder what Ryk will think about having a bunch of Valkyrie descending on his property? What do you think?

So, on to Chapter 3 of Blood Promise.

I turned my head to the left and casually tucked my hair behind my ear. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him.

Ryk stood a ways back at the corner edge of Hershey’s.

So he is stalking me. Once I got to the salon, I sauntered to the gleaming glass French doors and took hold of the brass handle. Making eye contact with him, I blew him a kiss.

His lips quirked up.

“See ya later alligator,” I whispered.

His smile widened in response, and he whipped out his phone.

As I pulled the door open, a tinkling chime signaled my entrance. A couple steps in, my phone beeped a text. When I looked at the display, my heart stopped; it was from Ryk. Swallowing hard, I opened the text.

In a while crocodile, it read.

Holy shit. Not only did he have a sense of humor, but either he was exceptional at lip reading or he had bat ears. Bat ears, I bet.

 

This is one of my fav scenes showing Ryk’s humor and the easy way he flirts. 🙂  And I bet you’re wondering…considering his bat ears, maybe he’ll already know about Tora’s plans to use his place as a training compound before she gets to ask…or more like tell him? I guess you’ll have to wait until Blood Ties comes out to know! (cue evil laugh here)

You can get your copy of Blood Promise at all the major sites.

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Chapter 1 Beginning/First Paragraphs

So…I’ve been bad. I haven’t kept up on this like I should have. While you guys have been patiently waiting for my next chapter update, I’ve been doing…other things. So, without further ado, the beginning of Chapter 1 Blood Ties. Mind you, this is a #WIP so don’t hold your breath that it will stay the same when the finished book comes out.

“This has got to be your room,” I said to Odin while my eyes traveled about the opulent room layered in gold and jewels. He simply gave a slight smile.

A stunning gold chaise was against a red and gold-swirled wall with a luxurious gold canopy draped above. My eyes were drawn across the room to an intricately carved oak and cherry table with matching chairs for four. I went over and knelt down to inspect one of the table legs. My fingers brushed the wood as I studied the scenes depicting naked men thrusting swords into each other as naked women cried out in woe, while a large serpent wove about in between the men and women; it was horrific yet hauntingly beautiful at the same time.

“Where did you find this?” I asked.

“I had it commissioned. Unfortunately, four supposedly brilliantly talented craftsmen had to die while attempting to create it.”

Eyes wide, I looked at him while my heart quickened in fear. “Had to die? Why?”

“Because their work wasn’t on par with what I considered brilliantly talented. However, as you can see for yourself,” he nodded to the table, “the fifth one lived.”

 

Boy, Odin sure is a ruthless hard ass, isn’t he? Can you imagine working for a man like that? Your choices are to either do amazing work or die.

 

Now, the beginning of Ch. 2 of Blood Promise.

Yawning hugely, I rubbed my hand over my eyes and tried to pay attention. Mr. Snyder droned on and on about the Norns in Norse lore and the Fates of Greek mythology.

Somnolence threatened to overtake me. I sat up straighter and eyeballed the doodles in my notebook, proof my mind was not in the same place as my body. Glancing at the clock, I groaned. Only forty minutes had passed…I still had another fifty minutes to go. I’d just copy off Mia’s notes after school. I turned to her and scowled. How did she manage to look so fresh and perky? Obviously, she hadn’t been woken up by strange dreams.

 

So, there you have it. Funny how Ch.2 in Blood Promise reflects Norse mythology in Ch.1 of Blood Ties. And no, I hadn’t planned it that way.

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Darkness Combined With Passion Equals…Dark Passion

I had been struggling to write Blood Ties, the second book in the Blood Promise series. I kind of knew the direction I wanted it to go in, but it just wasn’t going, and I finally figured out why. The underlying theme of this book is passion, and I’ve come to realize passion can be both good and bad. I knew that, but I hadn’t considered that in my writing. Normally, when someone has passion for a cause, it’s a good cause…but is a self-serving passion to get what one wants and not give a damn about who it hurts in the process a good cause? No, of course not. And that’s where the problem was.

I was trying to make Blaedrykn a good guy, but he really doesn’t want to be one…like ever…he likes his black heart and he wants to keep things that way. I was trying to give him some redeeming qualities, but at this point he simply doesn’t have any. He’s the bad guy, and as far as I know he’s always going to be the bad guy, and he’s just going to get worse. He has no qualms about using Tora as his pawn or how it screws her mentally. He just doesn’t care. His passion is for his personal cause and is very self-serving.

Tora is a very emotional person and so acts and reacts to situations based on how she feels. Because she’s entangled with a daemon who has no empathy whatsoever and has no qualms about using her in ways that defy human nature, he’s going to put her in a bad place. This book has a much edgier tone right from the very first page. Yes, the humor is still there, and the heat is still there, but the overall feel is darker. I haven’t written those parts yet, but I know they’re coming, and when they do, I’m going to have to mentally brace myself to not only show the passion that Tora has for doing what’s right, but also the passion that Blaedrykn has for doing what’s wrong (although in his mind, it’s right) as well, all the while trying to convince Tora that his way is the right way after all.

If you want to get your hands on Blood Promise, you can at Apple, B&N, Kobo, Scribd, 24 Symbols, Inktera, Playster, and Google Play.

Enter To Win Before Time Runs Out!

The Massive Summer Giveaway will be coming to an end soon, so enter now while you can! Everyone is a winner, and apparently there’s quite a haul even for those who don’t win the grand prizes.

Also, an update on the status with my vendor. The first item up for sale will be a small purse, probably a 4×6 size. She’s making three different designs, and those who subscribe to my email list will be able to vote for the winning design and enter to win a purse! How cool is that? I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see the finished product. Email me at tonyakerrigannewsletter (at) gmail (dot) com and I’ll add you to my newsletter list.

#summerreading

 

Bring Your Own Hygiene Products

First of all, a bit of background about that title…

My older daughter, Thing 3, is turning 18 in July. She designed her own birthday invites and unfortunately added that title in the “What to bring” section of her invite. I about died laughing. I mean, really? What 17- or 18-year-old girl isn’t going to bring along her own hygiene products? Oh, gawd.

Thankfully her younger sister, Thing 4, saved the day by redesigning her invites. You see, Thing 4 is a whiz when it comes to all things Photoshop and design. By the way, Thing 4 is a photographer and artist, is the owner and CEO of her own photography company, and she’s only 15. She is one talented little stinker.

 

Tantric Writing

So…I’ve begun to study tantra, which the concept of tantra isn’t just about great sex but about creating intimacy, healing past hurts, and using sexual energy to be productive and successful in society.  I realized that as writers, our goal is to connect with a reader so that whatever message we’re trying to convey gets across, thus, what I call Tantric Writing. I don’t know if that’s a true writing concept or a term someone else is already using, but it’s what I’m calling it.

I think a better way to describe this would be to create intimacy between you and the reader. How can you enter the reader’s mind and create an intimate bond? That’s where true creativity lies and where a reader really connects and feels s/he has learned something from your writing.

The question is, how do you create intimacy from you to your reader? While the answer is simple, the execution is very, very hard. Intimacy is created through our vulnerabilities and revealing our souls–our past hurts, our joys, our sorrows, and everything in between. We have to reveal our true selves in our writing–put ourselves in our writing, our experiences, our dreams, our hearts–creating intimacy and a connection the reader will never forget.

Looking back at my early drafts of Blood Promise, I can see that it took a while for me to build intimacy and to put myself in the book. I was hurting a lot–I’d just went through a divorce–but wasn’t yet ready to let go of the pain and so I held it very close to me. Something I’ve learned from tantra though is that when we hold onto pain, we’re simply reliving the event over and over again and become a prisoner to it. It took me about five years before I was ready to let go of the pain, and that’s when I really put myself in my work. You can see it now in Blood Promise–I reveal my soul for the world to see. But isn’t that what every great artist does, whether it’s music, painting, drawing, writing, poetry–you name it–the truly greats pour out their hearts and show their vulnerabilities and create intimacy and a connection we never forget.

One fact about Blood Promise–my father died of ALS while I was writing the book. I wrote a poem for his funeral, and that poem is now immortalized forever in Blood Promise.

If you want to read Blood Promise and connect with me, you can get it free on Kindle Unlimited or buy it from Amazon.

With a murderous beast on her heels and a conniving daemon who wants to use her for his own means, Tora Hayden’s main objective is to keep herself and those she cares about alive.

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How Did That Get In There?

I ordered a second proof copy of Blood Promise, and I’m noticing extra words here and there that mysteriously got inserted into the book that weren’t there before, words that mess up the sentence. I hate it when I’m reading a book and suddenly there’s a word either missing or a random word inserted that doesn’t make any sense, and now I’m finding it in my book! Grrr….

I have a feeling it’s my Word program. For some strange reason, sometimes the cursor jumps around the page, typing or deleting where I didn’t want it to, so I’m guessing that’s what happened here.

So now, I’m going through with a fine-tooth comb, making sure it’s perfect before I release the paperback and fix the corrections in the ebook.

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