First, before I get into the info for today.. please note… A DAWN OF ASH UPDATE IS COMING TOMORROW!!
Kay, now that that is out of the way… Daring Hearts and Through Glass
I don’t know if you have heard by now but Through Glass #9 is going to be available exclusively through the Daring Hearts box set for the first few weeks.
Now, I know that may seem like a bad thing, but it’s good I promise you. Because not only do you get Through Glass a few weeks early, but you also get 13 other books and novellas… all for the same price of just the one Through Glass Novella…. now that is quite a deal.
So, if you haven’t gotten your copy do so now and continue the story with Lex and Travis… things are getting a bit crazy…
And, if you can’t wait… here is the first 500 words of Episode 9 – but a WARNING. If you haven’t read up to eight yet… you may want to skip this SPOILERS ARE AHEAD.
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THROUGH GLASS EPISODE NINE
The First Five Hundred Words
Cohen Blakemore.
Artist.
College Boy.
Crush fodder.
Next door neighbor to my husband as he was growing up.
Desperately in love with my sister-in-law, just as she was to him.
I had heard stories about him even before Alexis had shown up. Even back then, Travis had revered him as some kind of older brother, the guy he had emulated beyond all others and had even tried to fit in with his high school group of friends at one point. His boy crush had been that bad, but nothing compared to Alexis’s.
Of course, I was sure staring at him through a window for years had done its own to help things along. They had all been cute stories, ones about another life, about loves that couldn’t be and futures that had seemed so certain before the sky had gone black.
I had seen the painting Lex kept rolled up in her bag. I had watched her panic as she realized the drawing on her wrist had faded, a little thing bearing the same signature on the painting. I had made the connection, even if she hadn’t told me.
He was her reason for still fighting.
He was her reason for facing the dark world.
She loved him. Love. To her, love seemed possible before the monster carried his dead body away.
Dead.
They all thought he was dead. Travis had thought he died in the initial attack. Alexis thought he had died when he had been carried away by the Tar. I was sure he had thought he had died, too. Even if he hadn’t before, he did now while watching the tubes the same as I did, lying feet from me, strapped to the same type of machine I was, his future being designed for him as mine was for me.
The clock on our survival was ticking down in time with the pulse of the machine as it slowly sucked our life away. For the moment, we were alive. For the moment, we were human. For the moment, we could figure out a way to get out of this demented prison, fight Abran, and get back to the ones we loved, who just so happened to be traveling together, I might add. Sometimes, fate worked in your favor. Sometimes, she smiled down on you and sent you the boy Alexis had been searching for, sent you the assistance you needed. And, even then, sometimes, she was cruel and malicious.
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
