Holy cow. Long time = no bloggie, eh? I'm not going to lie, I went from my head buried under deadlines to THE PLAGUE (*ahem* a really nasty upper respiratory infection/bronchitis) that I am still battling.
On to the good stuff:
While I slobbered on myself in feverish states, I managed to push through the end of corrections on final line edits of Daughters of Men. It's been formatted, re-released, and LORD WILLING the typos and whatnot are gone.
To celebrate, Contagious Reads gratefully put up with my screwball-self and is hosting me on a Book Tour! Check it out!
***Special thanks to all those participating!***
Daughters of Men
by A.R. Draeger
Devastated by the loss of her son, Rebecca is struggling to salvage her marriage to Jacob, a cold and detached pastor. When he goes on a men's hunting retreat and does not return on time, Rebecca fears the worst.
Jacob arrives three days late, citing bad weather and poor cell service as the reasons none of the men called home. Jacob appears healthy, but Rebecca is concerned with the deep gashes on his arms and is even more alarmed when he tells her that he stitched them himself. As the weeks pass, Rebecca begins to wonder what happened in the mountains. Jacob is not the same man he was before.
While she is relieved he is no longer detached, she cannot comprehend why he’s become so flirtatious, so sexually aggressive. So obsessive.
Jacob's odd behavior mounts, and the actions of the men who joined Jacob on the retreat grow more and more strange, convincing Rebecca that the men who came home are not the men who left.
Who are these pretenders… and what have they done with her husband?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.R. (Amber) Draeger resides in rural Texas with her husband, Josh, and son, Logan. When not writing or reading, she is watching reality TV shows or tromping through the nearby woods.
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Paranormal Wednesday Blog Hop!
It's been a while since I've done this, so I thought I'd throw up a piece of flash fiction that I posted for a Halloween competition. It didn't win anything, but I'm proud of it, damn it! Of course, I've been feverish, so my opinion may be horribly skewed. ;)
Flash is a reach for me. Condensing down a story to just a few hundred words is challenging, but the more you put it in to practice, the stronger of a writer you'll become (so I've been told). ;)
After your done, check out the other blogs on the hop here: Paranormal Love Wednesday Blog Hop
Death, Interrupted by
The rain rose up to meet the clouds when her taxi stopped in front of the house. I followed the crystalline drips up their tracks along the windowpane with my translucent fingertips. The others in this godforsaken place tucked themselves away into rotten recesses, but I waited for her. The fibre of her had called me long before the soles of her feet touched the sidewalk.
We would have an arrangement, she and I.
Sarah came weathered, no shoes, ripped clothes, and her face swollen from chemotherapy. She was young, a teenager by the feel of her, and it took no tendril to reach in and feel the rage that coursed through her. She held a leather-bound book, so crushed against her breasts that one could imagine her heartbeat ricocheting against it.
She reached my room before I realized she held my freedom in her arms.
She spoke as she stepped across my threshold. The warmth of her breath permeated the cold. Lowering herself to the ground, she pulled a small candle from her pocket and lit it, looking up with each action for my response. After a pause, she reached into the opposite pocket, revealing a tube of fire-engine red lipstick and a pocket knife.
Opening the book, her eyes squinted to see the script in the dying daylight. She swayed as she read, and her archaic words chipped at the silence. The words were melodic to me. I felt the corners of my mouth lift into a smile as her spell drew me to her, tethering me to the candle and the seal she was making on the hardwood floor next to her with the lipstick.
As I manifested before her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head until they were balls of perfect white. Mucus drained from her nostrils and poured over her frantic lips.
“Ask,” I said, my voice a whisper.
“Revenge,” Sarah replied, her voice shrinking back to that of a fragile youth.
She hesitated, and then turned a few pages in the book, revealing a picture hidden among them. It was of a leggy blonde in a cheerleading uniform. She held the photo up to me with an unwavering hand.
“Agreed. Life for a death.”
With a quick slash, the vein of her left arm opened, bathing me in luxurious warmth. Wrapping myself around her arm, I crawled in, pushing myself into her until I could look upon her hands as though they were my own.
The wound sealed, we rose as one mind and one body, her thoughts directing our footsteps until we’d reached a large two-story home at the end of a secluded drive. Vehicles lined the street, and silhouettes moved in the windows.
We moved through the partying crowd without notice, and then crept up the staircase. The last door on the right was where we found her, writhing against an equally vigorous male. The creaking of the bed and the booming music below covered any sound of our entrance.
“It must be by your hand,” I reminded Sarah.
Knife readied, Sarah leapt onto the edge of the bed. Grabbing a handful of blonde hair, she jerked the back of the girl’s head down to reveal the throat. Before either drunken youth could respond, Sarah buried the blade into the girl’s skin, severing the tissues deep as she whispered words to pull me from her body.
I slithered out of Sarah as smoky tendrils, grasping for my new host. Sensing the life of my vessel fast fading, I dove into her.
The blonde and I trembled for a moment as I gained control of her limbs and she shrieked in the recess of my mind. I licked the blood from my new lips, and then turned to Sarah.
“Thank you,” I said.
Sarah nodded to the young man frozen in fear beneath me. I smiled, envisioning the havoc I would wreak and the life I would taste as a young, blonde, female serial killer. The door clicked behind me, and I knew Sarah was readying to flee.
“I will see you at the ripe age of 78, Sarah,” I said. “Enjoy.”
“And I will see you in the news,” she said. “Until they catch you.”
“Indeed,” I replied, eyeing my first victim as I lowered my mouth to tear at his flesh.
***The end.** Hope you liked it. ;)