COMING OCTOBER 1st!
THE RECKONING
by Alexandrea Weis
SYNOPSIS:
Jazzmyn Livaudais is struggling to hold it together. With a continuously cranky baby, a rocky relationship with her fiancé, Kyle, and money getting tight at her restaurant, she’s having trouble staying focused. But when the strange nightmares begin, Jazzmyn knows it can only mean one thing: Julian Devereau is back.
In order to protect her daughter and Kyle, Jazzmyn must keep Julian from his moment of reckoning. Will the satyr’s curse be lifted, or will Jazzmyn find the strength to destroy Julian Devereau once and for all?
Some curses are never meant to be broken, and some desires are never meant to be undone. Beware The Satyr’s Curse
In order to protect her daughter and Kyle, Jazzmyn must keep Julian from his moment of reckoning. Will the satyr’s curse be lifted, or will Jazzmyn find the strength to destroy Julian Devereau once and for all?
Some curses are never meant to be broken, and some desires are never meant to be undone. Beware The Satyr’s Curse
EXCERPT:
Jazzmyn darted through the tall cypress
door and headed toward her daughter’s bedroom. She hurried down the burgundy
carpet, sick with the realization that Kyle had known all along about their
daughter. Jazzmyn had only gotten a short glimpse of Jackie after the delivery,
but the instant she had set eyes on the small bundle of dark curly hair
presented to her by the nurse, she knew Kyle was not the father.
As she followed the loud crying down the
hall, the disapproving gazes of long dead Livaudais relatives glared back at
her from the portraits on the walls. It was as if she had let the family down
and brought an unwanted element into their exclusive bloodline.
When she pushed the cypress door open to
her daughter’s room, she peeked in and found a small figure standing in her
bright pink crib with tears streaming down her cherubic cheeks. Jazzmyn quickly
strode across the white Oriental rug to her daughter’s crib. After picking up
the wailing child, Jazzmyn began humming to her, knowing that music always
soothed her sad moods, just like her father. Kyle’s words came back to her, and
she fought back a surge of tears.
When Jackie began to settle down, Jazzmyn
noticed something shiny clasped in her tiny hand. She reached for the object
and gently pried it from Jackie’s strong grip. Jazzmyn’s heart fell to the
floor when she saw the gold figurine of a satyr at the end of a gold chain in
her hand.
“Where did you get this, Jacks?” Jazzmyn
interrogated, knowing full well her daughter could not answer.
She gaped at the gold figurine in her hand
and reflected back to the moment Julian had given it to her, and also to the
night he had taken it away. Jazzmyn hugged her child, holding on as tightly as
she could. With her heart galloping in her chest, Jazzmyn settled her daughter
back down in her crib and gave her the white stuffed goat to placate her.
Grasping the figurine necklace, she bolted
through the bedroom door and made her way down the wide oak staircase to the
first floor. After punching the alarm code into the panel on the side of the
front doors, she pulled the heavy leaded glass doors open and stepped into the
warm summer night. She stood on the porch of her home and peered out into the
quiet street beyond. Despite the early morning hour, the city of New Orleans
hummed with activity. In the distance, she could hear the rumble of the trolley
on nearby St. Charles Avenue, and the faint bustle of traffic on the adjacent
streets.
“I know you’re out there, you son of a
bitch,” Jazzmyn growled into the night. “Stay away from my daughter, Julian.
You can’t have her. You can never have her.”
Jazzmyn thought she heard someone
snickering from behind the thick oak trees that stood before her home. But then
the wind picked up and rustled the branches on the trees, sounding almost the
same as laughter.
She
turned back to her front doors and stepped inside. As Jazzmyn slowly shut the
doors, her eyes stay peeled on the red-bricked walkway that led from her house
to the street. She imagined Julian’s tall figure striding down that walkway as
she had seen him do several times in the past. After closing the doors, she
drove the deadbolt home and rested her forehead against the cool glass.
He was back. Jazzmyn could sense his
presence and shuddered at the idea of seeing him again. When she turned from
the doors, her eyes traveled up the wide oak staircase, with its twisting
grapevine carved banister, to the second floor landing. She thought of Kyle and
what to tell him, but she knew in the end she would say nothing. Ever since
that night in Lafayette Cemetery Number One, when Julian’s plans to lift his
curse had been crushed, she had been waiting for this moment. It seemed the day
Jazzmyn had been dreading had finally arrived. Julian Devereau was back for his
moment of reckoning.
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Links to The Satyr’s Curse Book I:
B&N: http://bit.ly/VijlxU
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1sMYhuH
Bio:
Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/alexandreaweis
Website: http://www.alexandreaweis.com/
Amazon page: http://amzn.to/1orDPLT
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