#SnippetSunday 09.20.2020

Hello Snippet Sundayers! It’s been a long week of writing and doing the prep work for a new project. Our skies here in the central US have turned hazy from the smoke drifting this way from the west coast on the jet streams, joining the ragweed in irritating throats and sinuses everywhere. And where I am one of those feeling it, I try not to complain. What is throat and sinus irritation in the face of the devastation these fires are leaving behind? So I will suck it up, take a Benedryl, and be thankful hazy skies are all we have to deal with. Kansas weather is being uncharacteristically kind right now, so I keep my complaining to minimum lest she decide I am being ungrateful.

This week’s snippet is once again brought to you by Unveiled, the first book in my Raven Daughter series which is available in e-book, paperback, and audio.

We’ve once again jumped ahead, Jo made it through the portal and has now found herself back in Midtween. 

 

Alaric scrubbed one of his eyebrows with a thumbnail, looking rather abashed. “I thought you were finished with your task. Why else would you return?”

“My task.” The words tasted bland on my tongue. “Do you even have any clue what you sent me to do? What a convoluted trail you’ve set me to follow?”

“I knew it would not be easy…”

“It wouldn’t be easy?” I practically snarled. “You’ve sent me running all over the place with a demonborn chasing obscure clues, each one leading to yet another place. Did you know there was a three-part explanation for what the dagger does?”

Alaric opened his mouth as if to answer, but I kept right on talking, “And does the first Watcher know what that is? No, of course not. She only knows the first part of it. But, apparently, what we are using it for would only be a secondary use and not what the dagger was originally intended for.”

I leaned back in my chair, my glare pinning Alaric. “So, did you not know any of this, or did you intentionally keep it to yourself? And while you’re thinking of the answer to that, you can think about telling me why you didn’t teach me to use my power for anything more than a staff.”

Was I really accusing the Head of Reapers of lying? Of purposely keeping my potential from me? All of my misgivings came back to me and I realized that yes, that’s exactly what I was asking him. Anger began to boil low in my gut as I watched him fumble for an answer.

I hope you enjoyed this snippet, feel free to leave a comment. Make sure you check out the #SnippetSunday Facebook group so you can read snippets by all the other authors on there. Maybe you will find your next great read, I know I’ve found a couple since joining this.

 

I’m Jo and the death of my mother revealed a whole lot of secrets she was keeping. Like the fact that my sperm-donor father was a freaking angel who couldn’t keep it in his pants and slept with a woman he should never have been with. Or the fact I’m not mortal and would one day be a reaper of souls.

Reaping souls, now there is something I never dreamed I would do, but here I am doing just that. Or at least I was, until souls started becoming Lost. And that’s when things went south.

When I stupidly agreed to help discover what was causing the Lost without reading the fine print first. Now a lot of immortals would like to see me dead because of what I might become. To top it off, I ended up blood bound to a powerful half-demon who is supposed to be a reaper’s sworn enemy. Funny thing is he may be the only one I can trust.

Grab it on AMAZON

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