Here's a sneak peek at Zena's as-yet-unnamed and unwritten story.
Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died in her voice box before she could expose them to air.
One of the Queen’s
guards stood before her, huge and tall, nearly twice the size of most of the
other males in the joint. Clearly not human, although he was Hugo Boss’d to his
Adam’s apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the humans trolling for hot
sex, illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music. The toned muscles of a demonic warrior rippled beneath the unstructured
designer suit. Even without the small lapel pin uninformed others might mistake for The
Rolling Stones’ logo, she’d recognize him for a captain of
the guard. Maybe the Queen’s own captain. Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died in her voice box before she could expose them to air.
Hellfire and cotton candy. Someone was in trouble.
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Want more? Meet Zena in LIGHTNING, her sister Lily's story.
6 comments:
Intriguing beginning, I'm ready to read more now please!
Thanks for stopping by Veronica! Glad you want more. I feel a little inspiration coming on.
He sounds like a real hotty! Hope Zena's not in too much trouble... :)
Oh, she's in trouble, alright. But maybe not the kind you're imagining! LOL!
Loved it. I can't wait to find out what happens next. Tweeted.
Thanks, Ella!
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