Coming this July, an Interracial romance novella!

Hi Readers!

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I have to great news for novella lovers. I just signed a contract for a new novella with Secret Cravings Publishing called Because I Love Him. I have two other novellas (Candle Light Series) out but self-published so this is kind of a first for me.

Blurb:

Rafael DeLuca and Talia McKenna fall in love when the Italian business mogul goes to Boston to visit one of his family’s companies international offices and she is assigned to be his guide. But Rafe is already engaged and his marriage is also meant to merge his father’s and future father-in-law’s companies. He calls off the wedding and just days later, he finds Talia in bed with his brother.

Months later Rafe is ready to fulfill his obligation by marrying his fiance and commit to his family responsibility but Talia crushes his wedding. She isn’t ready to let go of him just yet.

Out July 2015!!!

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Another short read you will enjoy especially since it ‘s #Free on Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble is The Beginning, series preview for the Dukkha Fate Series. Find out what turned Ashat Rivers into a vengeful depressed werewolf.

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An interview with Maria Martinez Greer, star of novel Star Bright

Tred paint backgroundoday on my blog I am joined by Maria Greer whose life story is told in the inspirational romance novel Star Bright by Christina OW. She talks about her life after the abuse she faced at the hands of her ex-boyfriend Ricky and the happiness she’s found with her husband Dave.

Star Bright is a wonderful book that keeps you at the edge of your seat with each page you turn. It’s quite staggering and disturbing that this story is based on someone’s life- Maria’s. What’s more frightening is that there are thousands of women out there in the world going through the same thing.

But we are here today on a more uplifting note, to discuss Maria’s journey from hell to her own kind of heaven. Without further delay, let the interview begin.

 

Host:   Maria, I’m glad you could join me today. Honestly, I’m quite surprised that you agreed to this interview.

Maria: Thanks for having me. To be quite honest with you, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for        Dave. A year ago, I wouldn’t have agreed to this but… (She pushes her hair behind her ear) well, I’m sure you’ll ask me about that later on.

Host:  Yes. I would like to start from the beginning (Maria fidgets in her seat) How is your relationship with your father? Have you moved past feeling abandoned?

Maria: (A shadow of a smile on her lips) we’ve seen him twice these past few years, during the Christmas holidays. Christmas in Cancun is wonderful and seeing my mom makes it even better. (Dave coughs behind me and I notice a sudden change in Maria) Though I rarely see him we talk as much as we possibly can. We are taking it one day at a time. I’m new to the whole father-daughter relationship.

Host:   You mentioned Christmas in Mexico, does this mean Dave won the bet? (The heavy chuckle behind me made Maria glare, but it was evident she was suppressing a smile).

Maria: Let’s not inflate his ego further. Next question please.

Host:  (I laugh) Okay. How are Michael and precious Izzy?

Maria: (her smile beams happily) they are wonderful. Michael is our little genius. Dave thinks in a year or two they’d have to skip him a few grades to keep his interests focused on school. And Izzy is in preschool and loving every day of it.

Host:  That’s great to hear especially knowing what they’ve gone through. But what I’d really like to know is how their relationship is with Miguel?

Maria: He is a wonderful grandfather. The way they are around him, you’d think Miguel had been present since day one.

Host: And Dave, how does he feel about that relationship?

Maria: (she shakes her head) Ah ah. I know where you are going with this. I’m not discussing that. Enough was reveal in the book.

Host: Okay… hey! A journalist can hope. Back to you, how are things with your muy caliente lawyer?

Maria: (she blushes, fiddling with the rings on her left hand finger) I think you can take a guess. He is wonderful and nothing like… (She stiffens and visibly swallows) like Ricky.

Host:  I know he’s a tough subject to discuss but, would you tell us about your life with him, with Ricky? (Maria’s hands tremble on her lap. It’s shocking to see the effect Ricky still has on her. She then looks up and behind me and the trembling stops. It’s wonderful to see Dave’s effect on her)

Maria: In a word, it was hell. I wouldn’t wish it on any woman. Living in fear for so long (she rubs her arms, her eyes gaining a distant look) I lost myself… my self-esteem. I forgot how it felt to live without fear, who I was, what I loved, my hopes, my dreams. I was completely consumed with fear and I became a woman I didn’t recognize, and even now back to the woman I used to be before Ricky, I still don’t recognize her but I understand her. (She looks at me, straight in the eye with a hard gaze and it gives me chills) But that fear did something great too. The fear of losing my son finally jolted me into taking action. And now because of that one moment of fear, I have everything I’ve ever wanted and deserved.

Host: I’m so glad for you Maria. You look so happy… you are radiating! You deserve all the love and joy in your life. Your story is so heartbreaking and yet inspiring. It made me cry from both sadness and happiness. Your courage is to be admired and I hope someone will find strength from you story into taking action and living they life they deserve.

Maria: (She smiles, quickly wiping a stray tear from her cheek) thank you, I hope so too.

Host: So what now? Now that you’ve gotten your happily ever after, what’s next in Maria Greer’s inspiring life.

Maria: (she chuckles, a tint of pink spreading over her cheeks) Well, I’m currently studying psychology. I’d like to become a counselor for domestically abused women and children. I’d like to help in anyway I can, and as you said inspire them to live the life they deserve. And well… (The pink in her cheeks grows crimson. She looks up and smiles. I look behind and standing there with a huge goofy grin on his face is her hot lawyer husband Dave. He moves into the room, lifts Maria up. Taking her seat he settles her on his lap.)

Host:  Are you saying what I think you are saying? (Maria turns, hiding her face behind her gorgeous hair making Dave laugh. He moves his hand to her belly and she places hers over his.)

Dave: What do you think we are saying?

And like a good journalist I sat there, keeping my cool when all I wanted to do was jump up and down and shriek excitedly, and waited for him to say the words. I need the confirmation, right from the horse’s mouth per say. Drawing conclusions without proof is bad business for us.

But Dave just kept smiling at me- and I’m sure that’s what nabbed Maria, that dangerous sexy smile- not saying a word. I didn’t push, I didn’t nag and when he stood up tacking Maria into his side, I knew the man was a sadist at heart. Dave Greer led his wife out of my interview room with a quick ‘bye’ and creating a journalist’s worst nightmare when he said ‘take a wild guess’.

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Get Star Bright for $.99, you only have 3 days before it goes back to its orignal price of $2.99. Don’t miss out on this inspiring interracial romance suspense!

Two New Releases from Author M.O.Kenyan

Hi All!

My sister and author of Shades Of Spring has released two more books today! I host her today and ask her a few question so that her readers can get to know her better.

Enjoy!

Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?

I am a daughter, a sister and a lover of life.

 Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?

Basketball, music and watching series. Right now I am watching One Tree Hill. I love the #Nailey romance.

 What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?

When I get an idea I write it down on my note book. I build up on the idea until I am ready to write the story. I have learnt that rushing into a premature concept, doesn’t help. It only stalls the progress of the story.

 Where do you get your ideas from?

From life. I think every author just writes about life in their own way. Sure, not everyone will have some wisdom or life lesson. But we write both what we know and what we don’t know. Its basically life and for a few days, weeks or months we are our characters, experiencing life through them.

 Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?

I think my favorite is yet to come.

But right now the story closest to my heart is DENOUEMENT, being released on the 9th of July.

Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?

I am a bit out there. People who don’t know me say that I am quiet. People who do know that in my mind is a mouse on a wheel.

 Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?

Life experiences. Even if its fantasy, I believe including something that happened brings it closer to reality. Even if its just a paragraph, scene of chapter. If my readers read all my books back to back, I think they could probably piece together an important moment in my life.

 Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?

My muse is the world, life and the mouse in my head.

What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?

I don’t think I would change genre. Romance is my thing. Maybe when I fall in love I’ll write about  something I don’t have at the time, a G-5. But I would love to write a script.

 Who are your favorite authors that are out now?

Jamallah, M.J Kane, Delaney Diamond, Stephanie Meyers and I have to include the person or people who wrote the One Tree Hill story. I won’t get into depth with that, but you can read about t on my blog www.mokauthor.wordpress.com. Basically I love how they developed one character in particular. He is the father that I always wanted, the boyfriend that I never had and the husband God has planned for me. Every OTH fan loves Nathan Scott.

Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?

My favorite female character has to be from my book DENOUEMENT, she is just as lost as I feel sometimes. Like her I wish I could compose my life story, set a path and follow it to the end. I get lost in the darkness sometimes and that is Marietta Parks. I would love to know what comes tomorrow. But God did not intend for us to take shortcuts.

Male character has to be Reece Morgan from my 9th July release COVERT EXISTENCE. He is forgiving and gracious. He falls in love and holds on to that love. He is hopeful even though the girl he wishes to spend the rest of his life with disappears. He knows what true love looks like.

 What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?

I don’t think I have reached that stage yet, where I find writing about something difficult. That requires a piece of yourself, a piece of your reality. I don’t think I have matured yet, emotionally to get to that point. That I why I hold out on writing some projects, scripts and books, that I really want to start. When I get there everyone will know it. It will be my favorite story.

What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?

Start small, start big. But whatever you do keep true to yourself. Do not let anyone compromise your story. It is your story and only you can tell it.

If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?

I am in school, studying communications.

But I know that telling stories would have always been part of me. I have too many day dreams to bottle up inside. I want to write a script one day and have everyone see my story the way I saw it in my head, but in their own way.

Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?

(This is where you will put in a blurb along with an excerpt of your story. Plus  if you like you can tell us about  your next book that will be coming out and when it will be out. Also your buy links will be put out on here as well.)

COVERT EXISTENCE

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Charlie Montgomery has always wanted to emerge from her father and her fiancé’s shadow. Her desperation surpasses her need for love and family. When a chance comes up to further her career she takes it. The timing is terrible, Reece Morgan has just proposed and they are planning a life together. Charlie infiltrates a mob family with terrorist ties. Three months later she discovers she is pregnant. But she already has her career booster in her hands and can’t bear to lose it. Charlie does the unforgivable; she hides the baby from its father, Reece Morgan and tells the mob boss, Alexander Corisi that he is the father of her baby.

Six years later after waking up alone, on what should have been the best morning of his life, Reece Morgan finds himself in a case tied to Charlie’s father, General Charles Montgomery. Standing in the same room as the man who was supposed to be his father in law is too much for Reece to bear and his animosity shows. Reece now has to bite the bullet and accept a protection assignment of a little girl living in the General’s house. Barely an hour after he has custody of the girl, she is kidnapped. But the circus of events does not end there as Charlie returns home.

Charlie now has to get help from Reece without letting him know that he has a daughter. But there are so many issues between them that make working together a difficult chore. The danger surrounding them seems to have a protective effect on Reece as he begins to treat Charlie as if she had never left. But his sweet nature soon disappears when he finds out the little girl strapped to a bomb is his daughter.

Reece and Charlie are able to save their daughter, and in the end he asks her to marry him again. This time he doesn’t give her an opportunity to say no.

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Marietta Parks believes that the only way to stop surprises from happening in life is to control your own fate. Paying attention to every detail she scripts out her own life. Leaving love, romance and children out of it. But then she meets a man who just has to be added into her story, Tobias Harden was the man of everyone’s dreams but t her he was a lovely addition to her already scripted life.
Tobias Harden was the modern day Casanova. Love was not in his vocabulary, and he was allergic to the word commitment, like poison Ivy to the bare skin. A chance kiss with Marietta Parks makes him question his single life. He was to be the best for her, and oddly enough she happens to be the only woman he wants to kiss. Tobias convinces Marietta that she needs him in her life. But after three years of marriage and life’s obstacles, he finds himself in bed with another woman. He has to convince her that he is still the man for her, especially now that she’s pregnant.

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Praise for Love Forever After and Fatal Jealousy

Hi all!

I hope you are all having a wonderful start of the week.

Mine is going okay, I just hate waking up early on a Monday morning because that means the weekend is over and its time for school again.

Any who… I just want ed to share with you these awesome new reviews for Fatal Jealousy and Love forever After.

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Love Forever After:

‘Love Forever After is sure to touch the heart of any person who has ever loved, more so those who have loved deeply and lost that person too soon. I found myself on a roller coaster ride of emotions from the first page to the last. William and Kristy’s story is a testament to love, and the lengths one will go to to keep that love alive. It is enchanting and haunting, poignant and exhilarating. I am looking forward to the continuation of this series from Author Christina OW. I hope you’ll put this beautiful love story at the top of your to be read list today!’

‘I read Love Forever today. Can you say WOW!!! I was blown away with this book. It was not your typical fairytail love story but took twist and turns that had me going ever which way. It keep you on an emotional rollercoster. Loved this book can’t wait for part 2.’

Fatal Jealousy:

‘This is truly an incredible story written by the amazing Christina OW! With twin sisters, caught up in the madness of love, jealousy and serial killers, Ms. OW has once again written a story that I couldn’t put down! As the FBI’s Behavioral Sciences Unit travels through the minds of serial killers, the twins are caught in between love and madness, a sickness too deep to be imagined. While I was trapped in the story, it was difficult to follow at times as it lacked a smooth transition between scenes. I still have Christina OW as one of my favorite authors to read and review and recommend you read this incredible book!’

‘What an awesome way to plot a novel, sonrisa…Start with two ultimate beauties, twins no less…then add a dash of sexy, action, romance, murder and one FBI agent having to first choose between 3 women…then after choosing, having to save the love he’s chosen and his life and even his career….

Author Christina OW has truly brought out her A game when writing this extremely well put together novel…From the start she truly flows and take you through the pages with such dynamic intrigue…that it leaves you breathless anticipating what’s next….

I recommend this novel to anyone that loves sexy, romance, mystery, action and true detective work….to pick yourself up a copy of this libro/book, sit back buckle your seatbelts and enjoy this amazing ride…WaAr
An Awesomely Amazing Ride!!!!’

‘Let me just say OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am still trying to catch my breath from Fatal Jealousy. That book just literally keep me going like the energizer bunny. I mean I could not put it down. I had to force myself to stop reading and go to bed.

This book is your classic good vs evil but with some twist. Ellie and Ellsa are twins. Ellie the good girl, Ellsa the bad one. This story goes through all of the twist and turns of how one twin has everything and how the other wants it and will do anything and everything to get it. No matter the cost.

Th book blew me away. The twist and turns just keep you going as if you were riding an nonstop rollercoaster. This book was sooooooooo good. I’m generally not a fan of suspence drama but Christina has at least made me one of her books.

The book was awesome. It is well worth the price.’

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. They go a long way in supporting authors. This kind of support encourages authors to keep writing for you readers and we aim to entertain! 🙂

Reading books is soooo much better than watching TV! 😉

 

Warlock's PawnMake sure to stop by on Thursday for Tara Quan’s guest post. This will be the kick off to her blog tour for her Captive Fate Series!

 

 

 

 

Side Note: HER VENICE AFFAIR is done!

I’ve finally finished writing the first installment of the Albury Affairs series. If there are any readers out there who would love to read and review it (3 weeks) before i query it for publishing, inbox FB page

Blurb:
Riana and Reno Albury came to America with their mother Cora Davis who ran away from her New Providence home after she was confronted by her lover’s wife.

After their mother’s death and Reno’s deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only gets worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed. Distraught and tired of always being the good girl, she takes a billionaire up on his offer to go to Venice with him.

What could possibly go wrong?

Darkenss Arisen by Stephanie Rowe

dar_coverLet me start by saying that Stephanie Rowe has one hell of an imagination!!

I enjoyed Darkness Arisen and I must say if you are a fan of the Order of the Blade, do not miss out on this one! Ian and Alice are like death magnets fighting with insecurities that give death the upper hand. This book, unlike the others (though similar to Elijah’s story) is about a relationship that boasts you up and makes you into the person you are meant to be. Ian and Alice come into their own as they fight to save and help each their friends. It’s a weird kind of honeymoon for this two because when the end isn’t a flight back home but death.

I honestly have to say though that i expected more. Just like Elijah and Ana’s story, the previous books built this up and it made me feel I was in for an explosive read (i stalked the author that’s how impatient I was for this book) but again instead of the fireworks i felt like i got fire crackers. That might just be me.

But… THIS IS A SERIES YOU HAVE TO READ!!

Start your obsession by downloading the first book Darkness Awakened for FREE!!

My top three books in the series

1. Darkness Awakened

2. Forever in Darkness

3. Darkness Reborn

Thanks for the free copy Stephanie, I’m waiting on Ry and Catherine’s story.

Other Books in the series Darkness Awakened, Darkness Seduced, Darkness Surrendered, Forever in Darkness, Darkness Reborn

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RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD…… By M. O. Kenyan Part 3

Hi guys! As promised, here is the beginning of Alma’s story in the Interracial royal Romance.

Enjoy!!

“How did it happen?”

Alma was standing in the middle of the living room staring up at the portrait hanging on the wall. This was the hundredth person who had come up to her with that same question. She stared on as tears spilled as she thought about the night her life had taken a drastic turn.

She closed her eyes, the memory coming back to her as clearly as reliving the horror.

Alma and Kevin walked towards the movie theatre in downtown Nairobi. It was almost eleven o’clock at night and Alma had snuck out for the sole purpose of enjoying this evening with her boyfriend. Kevin had something else planned after the movie.

Tonight was the night their five year relationship was finally moving to the physical phase. He had it all set up, the roses, the wine and her favorite chocolates. They had thought about going straight to the main event, but they wanted this night to be perfect, and dinner and a movie was the start of a perfect night.

Alma rubbed her sweaty palms over her jeans. The movie was coming to an end and the twenty year old virgin was getting nervous.

“Are you alright?” Kevin leaned in and asked.

“I’m fine.” But it was obvious that she wasn’t. She tried to pull her sweaty hand away but he wouldn’t let her. He gave her hand a couple of squeezes that made splotchy noises because of the sweat but he never let go.

“I love you and sweaty hands will never make me not want to hold you.” He leaned down and kissed her exposed shoulder.

She was swimming in his brown eyes and diving in his sweet words, forgetting where they were and not noticing the small crowd that had begun to form around them. She hung onto his hand as they walked through the alley. There the dark shadows began to take shape, rippling away from the light and taking the form of men.

“Babe, I don’t think we should have used the shortcut.” The edgy nervousness in her voice was hard to hide.

He held her closer and tighter and said in a hush tone, “Just try not paying them any attention. If you don’t give them a reason to, they won’t attack you.”

She was trying his strategy but when she heard the stampede of feet rushing up to them. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen.

Kevin stopped and pinned her against the wall and shielded her with his body. He knocked the wind out of her but it was the only way he knew how to protect her. She grabbed the back of his jacket and buried her face in it. He didn’t look scared but with his body as close as it was to hers, she could feel the flattering thuds of his heart.

Alma didn’t look up, she just listened and waited.

The four men were challenged by the position he took so they closed in closer on them. They were only a few feet away from them when they each pulled out their weapons. The silver of the machete gleamed in the moonlight and caught Kevin’s eye.

“Don’t look.” He said to Alma and she didn’t.

“Why are you keeping her away from us?” She heard one of them say in Swahili, in the midst of three other grumbling ones.

“We don’t want any trouble. Just tell me what you want.” Kevin was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as if he was getting ready to attack. .

“We want her.” The man’s words slurred as he emphasized ‘her’.

The guy with the machete took a step closer, resulting in a defensive response from Kevin. He tried to advance to him but Alma held him back, holding on desperately onto his jacket.

“Let go of my jacket.” There was a tone in his voice that she had never heard before, “I want you to run.”

“No,” Alma cried. She wasn’t going to leave him here alone. She was terrified and she didn’t know what to do or where she would run.  “I want to stay here with you.”

Kevin pulled his shoulder away so hard that a nail broke from the force. She yelped and lost her grip on his jacket and one step at a time he created a gap between him and her. She pressed her body back against the wall secretly hoping that it would open up and swallow her whole. His fingers balled into fists at his sides as he moved around and she followed. Soon all four guys were staring straight at them and behind her. She followed their gaze and sighed with relief- she had a way to get away. But she couldn’t leave him. She refused to.

“Come with me.” She held onto his hand but he pulled it away.

Without breaking his concentrated stare on the four men, he shoved her back then roared, “Go!” He glanced back at her for a second then in a sweeter tone of voice he said, “I love you. Please go.”

The gentle look in his eyes was enough to convince her. She turned around and ran as fast as she could. But then she remembered that she never said that she loved him.

Alma glanced back. She saw the silver machete raised in the air then brought down with great force. When it came back up, there was no glint, no silver just blood. She waited for a couple of minutes but she didn’t see Kevin get up.

Slowly she pedaled back before she turned around and ran. The sight of the blood seemed to have given her a boost. She was in the downtown part of town and she was sure there was a police station in the area. She didn’t stop running. She bumped into people, fell but got back up and kept running. The tears welling up in her eyes clouded her vision but she never stopped until she saw the blue cabin with red and yellow stripes- the police post.

Alma stood in the middle of confused police officers and civilians then shouted, “Help me!”

“How did it happen?”

The questioned pulled her back to her immediate reality. She turned and faced the blurred face and, answered in a whisper, “Just look forward. If you don’t give them a reason to, they won’t attack you.”

Alma’s mother held her by the shoulders and led her out of the room full of mourners. She couldn’t handle seeing her daughter in a vegetative state. She hadn’t said a word after Kevin’s death until that day of the funeral.

“Let’s go home.”

Alma didn’t resist. She let herself be led out the house but she came across another picture on the closed coffin. Kevin was smiling at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. Shaking her mother’s arms off her, she took as step towards the picture, until it was a breath away from her face. She lifted her trembling fingers up to his face, and traced out his eyes, nose and lips. Closing her eyes she memorized them and slowly his smiling face came alive in her, his laugh echoing in her ears mind.

Since the night of the murder all she saw when she pictured him was blood on a machete, and now she could see his smiling face.

“He’s so beautiful.” She whispered. Then quickly, her mother whisked her away.

Alma wasn’t allowed to attend the burial. Her mother thought it would be too scarring for her. So when her mother left her in her room, she climbed out of the window and began walking towards the cemetery. She covered ten kilometers but when she finally got there the burial was over. She roamed around the freshly dug graves and finally found the one she was looking for. Alma lay next to the grave draping her arm over the flowers and the mood of soil.

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Alma tossed in her sleep as the night of the attack played in her mind. It was like a rerun she couldn’t turn off. She woke up in terror covered in sweat, and then she realized she was back home. The grief hit her once more, part of her hoping that the dark could swallow her whole. She knew she was being punished for being the one who survived so she decided not to.

Alma got up and marched into the kitchen. She pulled open the top draw and there she found what she was looking for. She picked up one knife and the gleam it gave in the moon light reminded her of the one that was used to kill Kevin.

She put her hand on the counter top, wrist up and one by one she sliced open her wrists.

Finally she felt like she was being set free. She went outside through the back door, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Alma leaned against the wall and breathed in the night air as the cold breeze gently blew past her, carrying her with it.

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This marks the end of the prologue. Stay tuned to find out when this heartaching romance will be published. You don’t want to miss out!!!

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RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD…. By M.O.Kenyan part 2

As promised the continuation of Christoffer’s story. If you haven’t read the first part, click here. This is a love story you do not want to miss out on!

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She smoothed her fingers on the bandages over her son’s head and arms. Taming her puffy dress, she lay beside him and hummed a lullaby. Abellona had sung this lullaby to all her children just as her mother had sang to her.

“Fer, wake up,” she whispered in his ear a couple of times.

“Sir,” Lauritz’s personal assistant, Clark, called him,and behind him were the two agents responsible for his son.

Lauritz walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. He walked a few paces away from the room and the others followed. “Go check on my son!” He yowled at the doctor, who quickly scurried away.

“What happened?” His back was still turned to the trio as he growled.

“Sir, Prince Christoffer spotted us and sped off.”

“Christoffer was driving.”

Lauritz huffed. He expected as much, “Were they drinking?”

“Yes sir.” They stammered in unison, then one of them went on, “He was entertaining women at the club, and I think he was smoking some marijuana. When we went to intercept the man giving him the drugs he spotted us. Prince Lauritz arrived to take him to your mother’s ball but Christoffer convinced him to stay for a while. Then they disappeared.”

Lauritz’s lips curved into a sneer, “No one is to know about this,” He ordered then turned to Clark and growled, “Handle this!”

Clark’s job that night would be going round all tabloids and newspapers looking for any pictures, stories or hints that the prince was driving drunk, especially since they had just passed a new drunk driving law. If found out, Christoffer would be mandated to attend a public rehabilitation center in a penitentiary. Lauritz was a stickler for rules but when it came to his children they challenged him and his morals.

“Sir,” breathless the doctor came out of the operating room running. He was staring at the ground, staring past him anywhere but at Lauritz.

“My son?” Lauritz knew how to read faces and could see a man’s truth through his eyes, and this time, he didn’t want to believe what he saw.

“Sir, I’m sorry… the Crown Prince… prince Lauritz is dead.” He took a step back and bowed his head.

Lauritz fell back against the wall and grabbed his chest. The news seared through him and the fire of his grief settled in his heart. He stiffened almost imperceptibly,and then combed his fingers through his hair. He made a simple sharp exhalation thenjumped straight on his feet, and shook all the tension from his body.

“Bring the car around,” he whispered in a shaky voice as he dragged his feet towards Christoffer’s room. He tensed his face, cleared his throat of all emotion and opened the door. “Alisa, go with the guard.”

“But papa-,” she started and was quickly cut off by her father’s stern gaze. Her eyes were wild and searching as all her control began to slip. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought for breath.

Her trembling lower lip and tears were breaking his stern demeanor. “Don’t make me say it again.” He said firmly masking his grief with anger. He needed to get his family out of the hospital and in the confines and security of the palace before Lauritz’sdeath was leaked to the public.

Clark came back, no doubt after hearing the news over his earpiece. He knew better than to show his emotion.He aped his King’s expression and waited at his flank for orders.

Lauritz took a step back and whispered, “Arrange for an ambulance and a doctor to come to the palace with Christoffer.” His voice caught in his throat as he began, “get my son… Lauritzready as soon as possible. Arrange for a press conference tomorrow morning at eight. The funeral will be at ten. That will give the people enough time to get to the procession.”

“Papa, what is it?” Alisa could see the blank expression on her father’s face and it frightened her.

“Go to the car, Alisa.” He gave her a kiss on her forehead and then walked towards his wife. “Abellona, we have to leave.”

She didn’t move. She had no intention of leaving Christoffer in the hospital alone. Lauritz gathered her in his arms and carried her out of the hospital.

They drove in silence to the palace. The ballroom had been emptied minutes after they left. Lauritz was silent as his wife and daughter bombarded him with questions.

“Come with me.” He took their hands and led them to the family room. There was no way he could arrange his words to make the news any easier for them to take. “Lauritz is dead.”

Abellona jumped to her feet, her head shaking in denial. She ran out of the family room bellowing from the pits of her stomach. “No, no!” She screamed as if every muscle in her body had given in and she collapsed to the ground. “Please not my baby! Not my baby!”

“Mama!” Alisa rushed to her mother’s side only to be sent away.

“Alisa, go to your room.” Lauritz ordered as helifted Abellona in his arms and took her to their room.

In the dead of the night both boys were brought back to the palace. Christoffer was set in his room with a nurse and doctor at his call. Lauritz was taken to the great room; he was already cleaned and dressed, ready for the next morning.

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Christoffer woke in the darkest hour of the night. He felt like he was stuck in a dream, as he tossed half sick between grotesque reality and the savage frightening dreams. But they weren’t dreams.

Christoffer was running away from his demons. He didn’t know where he was and as much as he tried to open his eyes, he couldn’t escape the darkness. The pain was real but he couldn’t move his body. He tried to call out but all he could manage was a faint gasp of pain. But then a triangular light pierced through the darkness.

“Help,” he whispered as his eyes tried to make out what was coming towards him.

“Fer,” Alisa whispered, “Fer, are you awake?”

“Alisa,” he called out in disbelief, “Alisa is it you?”

The light went on and he squinted. Even though he was desperate to get out of the darkness he couldn’t stand the brightness.

“Turn it off!”

Alisa turned the light off and settled with a small reading light. She moved to the side of his bed and sat down, holding onto his hand as she wept. “Fer, what happened?”

Christoffer still didn’t know what had happened. The last thing he remembered was being in the car with his brother, then darkness. He closed his eyes and tried to push the memory further but all he could see was darkness and all he could remember was pain.

“Where is Lu?” The pain intensified the tighter Alisa held onto his hand, but he didn’t say anything. He needed some human contact and apparently, so did she,“Where is Lu?” he asked again.

But she didn’t answer.All she did was cry out his name.

“Alisa, sweetheart.” terms of endearment had always worked with his sister. He always treated her as if she was younger, and since she was the only girl he and Lauritz had always shielded her. “Look at me, tell me where Lu is.”

“There was an accident.” She cried.

He thought as much. He could feel the pain but he couldn’t move much and that part still bothered him. He was back at home so he didn’t think much of it. He chuckled then said, “Oh no, this is the third car this month. Let me guess, father and mother are giving him a tongue lashing.”

Christoffer, just like Alisa, enjoyed the same shelter Lauritz had given them. Whenever he could he would assume all the blame and responsibilities and this had kept Christoffer out of trouble so far.

“Oh Fer…” Alisa whined before breaking down once more.

There was something wrong. She wasn’t laughing or mimicking their parents. She was crying and this wasn’t like the times she would want her way with something. Christoffer tried to sit up but he couldn’t move.

“Why can’t I move?” Christoffer moaned as the pain held him in place.

Alisa got up and turned on the light. Standing aside as Christoffer took in the gravity of the situation. His leg was strung up on his bed frame, while his arm lay by his side, immobile. He raised his other arm and pulled off the linens trying to find the source of the stabbing pain. His chest was wrapped in a white bandage. His eyes widened as his head fell back on the pillow in disbelief.

“There is no way Lauritz is going to let Lu off the hook for this one,” he mumbled as he stared up at the light. “Alisa, get Lu for me.”

She didn’t move.

“Alisa did you hear me?”

She sank to the ground and burst out crying. Immediately, Christoffer had the urge to stand up and go to his sister but he couldn’t move.

“Alisa, come here and tell me why you are crying.”

“I’m going to get Papa.” She got up and took off running from his room.He could hear her scream out for their father.

He lay back in pain trying to find the words that could get him and his brother out of trouble. The broken arm and leg would only get him so far. He wondered what kind of injuries Lu had. But when his father walked in the wheels reeling in his mind stopped. He stared at the disheveled man, so unlike his perfect debonair father. His eyes were swollen and red, and his whole body shook.

“Papa, I’m sorry.”

Lauritz enveloped his son in his arms. His whole body shuddered as he sobbed. Christoffer stared at his sister who hang back crying as well.

“Papa, what’s going on? Where is Lu?”

Lauritz pulled away and looked into his son’s eyes and said, “You are the crown prince now.”

“What? Father what happened tonight is my fault.” He couldn’t believe that his father had passed over Lu for the throne, just because of the accident he caused.

“Lu is dead.” Lauritz took a step back and moved towards the door. “You are Crown Prince.”

Christoffer stared at his father in disbelief until he disappeared, closing the door behind him. His breath caught in his chest as his father’s voice rang in his ears. He shook his head as tears rolled down his temples. He finally realized that his nightmares were memories.

“I want to see Lu!” He tried to get out ofbed but he couldn’t. There were too many things holding him down. “Alisa, help me!”

After a couple of sedatives from his doctor, Christoffer calmed down and fell back to sleep. The next morning he watched from his bedroom window as the procession began.

Lu’s coffin was covered in the Danish flag. It was slowly loaded onto a horse drawn carriage. Alisa and Lauritz held onto Abellona as they followed the carriage behind. His mother hadn’t been in to see him and he couldn’t blame her. He had caused her the greatest pain ever and because of that he couldn’t bring himself to look into Lu’s coffin and say goodbye.

“How did it happen?” Christoffer’s father had kept asking.

‘I don’t know’ was his only response and when he asked for his mother, his father’s response would be ‘she’s not ready to see you yet’. Christoffer knew what that meant, she hated him for killing her son and he couldn’t blame her. Chrstoffer hated himself to. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness. He didn’t deserve anyone’s forgiveness.

Christoffer covered his face as he wept, full of disgust for himself.

“Lu, I’m so sorry.”

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Next week Alma’s story!!!

 

Other work by M.O.Kenyan Shades of Spring 1964: Letters to My Daughter and you can read the first chapters of this book here . And also an intense short story Checkmate

RED TEARS BLUE BLOOD…. by M.O.Kenyan

Hi guys! Hope you are doing great this Monday morning!

I have the prologue of a new book by M.O.Kenyan which you will all love. My sister was nice enought to allow me to help out with the editing and I must confess i have been unable to put it down! It’s just so hot!!

It’s about a reckless Dainish Prince and a social Kenayn girl. Both their lives are turned upside down when they lose the ones they love and blame themselves for it. For Prince Christoffer, it was his brother Lauritz who died sheilding him during a gruesome car accident and for Alma is her boyfriend Kevin who was butchered in the dark streets of Nairobi trying to protect her from being raped by a gang of assholes!

Both these deaths affect them to the point they feel the need to run from the anything and everything that reminds them of their guilt. But the guilt still follows them. But once they meet, the seek refuge in each other and a beautiful romance develops….

Until Christoffer is named Crown Prince and his dad has got some issues about Alma, so he does everything in his power to separate them.

The lengths are self-centered, selfish ass face of a King would go to is deplorable!

It’s one hell of a love story and you’ll love the ride!

PROLOGUE

“What happened?” Abellona lifted her volume gown as her feet shuffled out the grand ballroom, her dress swishing and swashing as she quickly moved.

The grim looks on their faces and the burrow of their brows as they whispered into their radios showed they were anxious to get her out of the crowd as soon as possible; whatever they had to say to her, they were worried about how she was going to take it. The unaware guests were left waltzing under the crystal chandeliers and polished marble floors. Her husband and youngest daughter were brought to her from different directions;all of them were being hurried towards the front door.

“Speak now before I lose my patience.”  Abellona voice elevated in fear but remained strong and composed. She was sure it wasn’t a matter of security otherwise there would be an army waiting for them at the door wanting to usher out all the other dukes and duchesses in the palace.

She was never hurried out in such a panic unless it was something important, but important in a bad way.

A gut wrenching feeling told her that this had nothing to do with the state. The whole night she had looked for her sons, and them not being here only added onto her fear.

“Your highnesses, there… there is no easy way for me to tell you this…” The head of security stared past her, his clasp hands trembled. “It’s the princes… they were in an accident.”

Her heart jumped into her throat as she choked out, “What accident?”

Her husband grabbed her arm, and rushed her out of the palace door to their waiting car.

“Your highness.” the chauffer bowed slightly as he held the door open for them and then soon they were racing out the palace gates, the rain beating down on their windscreen.

Abellona took out the rosary she had tied to the skirt of her dress and grasped it tightly in her palm. In a whisper, she said a couple of Hail Mary’s, offering up trades to the Almighty for the lives of her sons.

When they got to the hospital, a throng of people were outside after the immediate evacuation. They wereimmediately ushered into the private wing.  . A team of doctors and administrators greeted them, each giving an update of the condition of the two princes.

Their overlapping voices to Abellona sounded like buzzing bees and she quickly tuned them out.

“Queen Abellona? Queen Abellona?”

She turned to the voice trying to catch her attention. Then the man began speaking, but nothing registered.

Years of training helped her maintain an expression of composurebut inside, her body was slowly giving up on her as the emotion built on, one brick after another. She needed strength, a strong pillar of support. She stretched out her arm and caught hold of her husband’s jacket sleeve.

He felt her weakness seep through into him.Placing one hand on her back and holding onto her other hand with the other, he guided her to the waiting room.

“Sit down.” Lauritzwhispered and eased her into the seat. He sat next to her, her trembling hand still clutched in his. He then turned to the doctor, “What is the situation?”

“King Lauritz, maybe we should have this conversation elsewhere.” A doctor suggested, his eyes darting to the Queen.

Lauritz took one look at his wife and the blank expression on her face spoke more to him than it did anyone else in the room. A fist of emotion squeezed his heart as he restrained himself from wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tight as he could. But he was the King; bred to be calm and in control of all situations while in public and all emotions were to be expressed in private.

Lauritz knew her emotional state but he also knew his wife, she wouldn’t allow any detail about her sons to be kept from her. She was strong, and at times stronger than he could ever be. Her strength was built on love and faith and that drove her success, his success.

“No, speak now. How are my sons?” He asked keeping a keen eye on his wife.

“Prince Christoffer did not suffer any major injuries. He just has a broken leg and arm and a few cuts and bruises. I expect in a few weeks he will make a full recovery.” He paused then took a deep breath. He spoke again, his voice down to a whisper, “It’s Prince Lauritz who we are worried about. The best doctors are operating on him right now… but it doesn’t look good.”

Lauritz clenched his free hand into a tight fist as he battled to hold his anger in. Christoffer was his youngest child.He was free spirited and no boundary could contain him. Prince Lauritz was the eldest and his heir. He was responsible and thought everything through. He was always treated differently and responsibilities had been piled on his shoulders ever since he was little. He was the crown prince and a lot was expected from him.

Alisa, the only daughter and middle child, sat next to her mother, holding onto her free trembling hand as tightly as she could. She didn’t have the strength her mother possessed. She had been shielded throughout her life and couldn’t handle any situation without her parents or brothers.

Lauritz wished he could shield her from this too,

“Papa?”she whined.

“Not now Alisa. Can we see our son, Christoffer?”

“Yes of course, he’s in recovery.” The doctor ushered them to the abandoned hospital wing.

The king stared through the glass separating him from his injured son. “How did it happen?”

“We aren’t sure,” the doctor answered as he held the door open for the king to enter. He moved to the many monitors hooked on Christoffer’s battered body, reading the monitors and scribbling on his chart.

Lauritz looked over his shoulder and barked, “Find me the driver of the tail car!” Lauritz knew the kind of fun Christoffer was into. This fun had landed him in many problems and tabloids. He had appointed a tail car to follow Christoffer wherever he went at whatever time. According to what Lauritz was led to believe, they should have been able to control the situation and the accident should have been avoided.

“What good is that going to do now?” Abellona hissed as she moved towards Christoffer’s bedside with Alisa as her crutch.

She smoothed her fingers on the bandages over her son’s head and arms. Taming her puffy dress, she lay beside him and hummed a lullaby. Abellona had sung this lullaby to all her children just as her mother had sang to her.

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Stay tuned for more of Christoffer’s story next Monday! The Monday after that will be Alma’s turn…. so exciting!!!!

Other work by M.O.Kenyan Shades of Spring 1964: Letters to My Daughter and you can read the first chapters of this book here . And also an intense short story Checkmate

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