Excerpts from my soon to be finished book...

I've been dragging a bit lately on finishing up this book project so that I can start on another. This has purely been a labor of love and something that I mainly wrote just for me to satisfy my vampire fix LOL. I've been obsessed with vampires since the pilot episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and like most of you got really invested into the Twilight series. So, combine that with my love of all things mystical and Irish here goes nothing. I'd love honest feed back and am in the process of creating a website dedicated to my writing. Let me know if you like or hate!

Prologue Excerpt:
Desperation was all she knew, it was apparent on her face. She was cold, wet and her cloak no longer provided any comfort from the beating rain. She ran her horse like a mad woman leaping across swollen streams, trampling the muddy ground beneath. She darted in and out of trees flinging her arm across her face as branch and limb tore at her face. She had no concern for her own safety. As tears streamed down her cheeks, she brushed them aside with the cuff of her wedding dress. She had been too late, she thought in despair. Too late! On the bluff above the valley she had watched in horror as something so horrible and indescribable for words ripped her beloved Naois to pieces. He was dead before their vows! She must have screamed because that was when It turned and saw her. It couldn't be! He wiped blood from his face and bounded after her like some possessed fallow deer. Driven by pure instinct alone, she turned her horse and raced back to the castle. Her anguish was soon replaced by anger and immense hatred the like she had never known. It coursed through her body, fueling her desires for revenge. And revenge she would have. She would not rest until she saw Connacher and all he loved destroyed...

Excerpt from Confessions:
I woke with a start. I was lying on the bench. I gasped; his face was directly over mine. "You." I blurted out. "Yes, we've established that already. You're looking pale again, are you going to faint?" "No." Sitting up he handed me some water. "Here, take it easy." "Who are you?" I asked. "Do we have to go through it again?" he was clearly frustrated. "Yes, no. I mean I don't understand" I wailed. "What don't you understand?" his patience with my lack of assimilating coherent speech and thought was thinning. "How do I know you? I mean I've seen you in my dreams as a child and yet here you sit and well you look the same. How is that possible?" I inquired. "Well, first things first. We've already established that I'm Ian." I thought I had made that name up. He laughed. I listened quietly as he spoke to me. Apparently he was explaining who he was, but my mind and body were numb from the confusion and overwhelming desire to touch him. I blurted out "How old are you?" It seemed vitally important to me for some reason."What?" Ian was caught of guard. "You heard me." My anxiety levels were rising again. "How old are you?" "25." "Oh." Was all I said. My mind quickly began adding up all the calculations. That's impossible! He started again.
"How do I see you in my head?" I interrupted yet again. Ian leaned back against the theatre wall and stretched his long legs. It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying. "You are rather direct aren't you? Ian smiled. "That is what I like about you." "Am I crazy?" I asked. "Soph, last time I checked, no."
Ok and here's one more from the chapter, The Hunt:
Ian sat watching her in the dark. He missed watching over her sleep. She hadn't had the nightmares for sometime now, but he knew that they'd return soon. Sophie was the very essence of peace that his soul so craved. He actually started to believe that he could be something more than vampire when he was with her. He only wished he could see what she was thinking. She was learning quickly, too quickly how to block his view. Lost in thought he didn't see that she'd awaken. "Ian, Hi, how long have you been there?" Ian turned and smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you. Just a little while." Sophie rolled closer to the edge of the bed. "Why are you sitting there?" I couldn't emphasize the word anymore. "Would you prefer that I left?" Ian fumbled with his words. "No silly, do I have to spell it out?" I threw the covers off and jumped out of bed. "For as old as you say you are, you really are dense. I want you to be beside me." .....I hadn't realized that we'd descended far below the mountain his cabin stood on into a valley. Ian eased up on the clutch and began to slow down, it was something akin to a jet plane landing. "Ian, this is beautiful!" I saw endless pastures of wild flowers. "Is this where you picked my flowers this morning?" I asked. "How did you get here, I dind't hear the bike or car leave? Don't tell me, you ran here?" "Just a morning jog that's all." We said it both at the same time laughing, "enhanced capabilities." It was absolutely perfect! It all was very familiar to me. Like I'd been here before. Ian seemed to know his way in and out of the fields pretty well and even led me to a gentle stream that trickled down and out of the valley. Skipping rocks I asked, "Ian, have I been here before? Have we been here before?" I could sense he was trying to get me to remember something without prodding me with the answers. Apparently, this was one I needed to remember on my own. What was it about this place? It wasn't scary, it was lovely, but something was not right.