It pains me to think my most favorite item in the world, an extension of my arm most of the time, may have murdered in a jealous rage...my DVR!
I went to bed Saturday night about 10:30 after an evening of good conversation and good food at a friend's house. Normally I go to bed around midnight, after being engrossed in my latest book, so this was a tad early for me. Moving on. I left my Kindle snuggled on the couch with my favorite bear blanket to be retrieved Sunday afternoon before my most coveted Sunday afternoon nap. By the way, if you know me, you know I LIVE for Sunday afternoon naps. Ok, back to the scene. My youngest, precious, angel Ry woke me up at the butt crack of 7:00a.m. to tell me the t.v. wouldn't turn on. Like the saint of a mother I am, I drug my bleary eyed self out of bed to investigate. Oh, the horror I discovered! Ha, not really, but I like a little dramedy. I see that the power light and the record light to the DVR are blinking rapidly. Hmmm, well let me just push that little red re-set button I thought. What I discovered was that if I was really quiet I could here the slightest little ticking sound like a cd player skipping. Uh, oh. This is not good. I'll jump ahead to the phone call to Directv. The tech lady was helpful, though she didn't convey the amount of sympathy I feel the situation needed. After unplugging, re-setting and pushing every button she suggested, we came to the conclusion a new DVR was in my future. I asked, "Is there any way to get the stuff recorded off?" "No, I'm afraid not." she replied. Again, no sympathy in her tone. I hung up the phone and reality set in. A whole season of Vampire Diaries GONE! (Don't judge) A whole season of Pretty Little Liars GONE! Numerous other episodes of this show and that GONE!!! What happened? Why after 3 years did the little guy just go ca put? It was perfectly healthy when I went to bed the night before. That's when I started to wonder. Could my Kindle, who is accustomed to spending at least an hour or two of quality time with me, succumed to gadget envy? I have been choosing to watch Glee and House when I return home from one my childrens' 4 million activities. So, now I am left wondering...did the Kindle do it, in the living room with a candle stick?
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Academy, there's only one rule: no students on campus after curfew. Phoenix
McKay soon finds out why when she is left behind at sunset. A group calling
themselves night students threaten to taste her flesh until she is saved by a
mysterious, alluring boy. With his pale skin, dark eyes, and mesmerizing voice,
Demitri is both irresistible and impenetrable. He warns her to stay away from
his dangerous world of flesh eaters. Unfortunately, the gorgeous and playful
Luka has other plans.
When Phoenix is caught between her physical and her emotional attraction, she
becomes the keeper of a deadly secret that will rock the foundations of an
ancient civilization living beneath Barinkoff Academy. Phoenix doesn’t realize
until it is too late that the closer she gets to both Demitri and Luka the more
she is plunging them all into a centuries old feud.
And now for a MOST delicious excerpt
Taste Excerpt 2
I sat up and followed
Calixta’s gaze upward. I rubbed my eyes. I didn’t know what I was seeing at
first. A statue? My brain refused to snap together coherent thoughts. I didn’t realize I’d fallen so close to one
of the garden benches until I stared up at the boy that sat on one. He was
strikingly beautiful. His tumble of blonde hair curled just above his sculpted
cheekbones. He wore a silk shirt and a loosened cravat, like he’d become bored
while dressing and decided to leave himself in disarray. His ivory skin and
frozen position was what had me mistaking him for something carved from marble
by Michelangelo. Then he sighed—a lonely, breathy proof of life. If I had to
imagine what Lucifer looked like before he fell from heaven, the boy on the
bench would certainly fulfill that image. My brain told me I had to look away,
but I couldn’t.
“Luka,” Calixta said again,
her voice unsure, almost nervous. It no longer contained the steel and bite she
had threatened me with, which made me wonder who the boy was.
He leaned on his hands and
crossed his legs, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the night sky. His
movements spoke of elegance and control. I’d encountered many people with
breeding before, but his took on the air of arrogance and self-assuredness of
someone used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it.
I only realized I’d been
holding my breath when my lungs protested. I exhaled. My heart sputtered and
restarted with a vengeance. Luka tore his gaze away from the stars and settled
it on me. I’d expected pitch-black irises, like the other Night Students, but
blue ice stared back at me.
“Human,” he whispered.
He reached out, and with a
finger, followed an invisible trail down my cheek. I stiffened. His touch,
cooler than Demitri’s, caused warm sparks to blossom on my face. He lifted his
finger to his lips and licked its tip. He might as well have licked me from the way my body shivered.
Luka’s curious gaze held
mine. “Leave us,” he said, but not to me.
“But—” Calixta protested like
a spoiled child.
He spoke in a language I
hadn’t heard before, remaining calm yet firm. The words had a rolling cadence I
couldn’t quite follow, like rumbling thunder in the distance. They contained a
harsh sensuality. The consonants were hard and the vowels were long and
Footsteps retreated behind
Luka reached out again.
It took me a minute to
realize he wanted to help me up. I hesitated. He smiled. I smiled back timidly
and took his hand, completely dazzled. Even with my uniform soaked from melted
snow, I didn’t feel cold—all my attention was on him and the way his callused
hand felt on mine. Without moving much from his seated position, he helped me
“What’s your name?” he asked.
He had a voice like a familiar lullaby. It filled my heart to the brim with
I swallowed and tried to stop
“The bird that rose from the
ashes.” Luka bent his head and kissed the back of my hand. “It’s a pleasure
My cheeks warmed. My head
reeled, not knowing what to think. I couldn’t understand why I felt drawn to
him. And the strange connection frightened me.
From behind, someone gripped
my arms and yanked me away before I could sort out the feelings Luka inspired
in me. I found myself behind a towering figure yet again. Recognizing the
blue-black silk for hair tied at the nape, relief washed over me. Calixta
hadn’t come back to finish me off.
Demitri’s large hand wrapped
around my wrist. Unlike the night before, no calm existed in his demeanor. He
trembled like a junky in need of a fix. The coiled power in his tense muscles
vibrated into me.
“What are you doing here?”
I didn’t know he’d spoken to
me until I saw his expressionless profile. I sighed.
I flinched. The ruthless way
he said my name punched all the air out of me. “You owe me answers,” I said
with as much bravado as I could muster.
“I owe you nothing.” He glared. “In fact, you owe me your life.”
“I don’t think so.”
Ignoring my indignation, he
faced Luka, who’d remained seated on the bench during my exchange with Demitri.
“Why is she with you, Luka?”
“I wasn’t going to taste her,
if that’s what you’re implying,” Luka said. “Although, she is simply delicious. I wouldn’t mind if you left us alone.”
There it was again. Taste.
The word that kept coming up between these Night Students and I was connected
to it in an increasingly uncomfortable way. To taste meant to sample, but what?
My flesh? They had to be joking because the alternative wasn’t funny.
“The sins of the father …”
Demitri left his sentence unfinished.
Luka’s smile shifted into a
snarl. “Obey my command.” His chin lifted. “Kneel.”
Demitri’s stance went rigid.
His grip tightened around my wrist.
Okay, weird just got weirder.
Why would Luka want Demitri to kneel before him? I thought back to Eli and the
others bowing to Demitri when he questioned them, but they didn’t kneel.
Seriously? Were they all living on a different planet or something?
detestable smirk made his features sinister rather than angelic. The real Lucifer:
a fallen angel.
Without letting go of my
wrist, Demitri knelt down on one knee and bowed his head, his free hand flat at
the center of his chest. “Your command has been obeyed,” he said formally.
Luka nodded once.
Demitri stood up and pulled
me toward the school without telling me where we were going. Not having the
time to thank Luka for saving me from Calixta, I risked a glance back. Luka
smiled at me. His smile spoke of whispers, secrets, and promises to be shared
on a later date.
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Ok, I'm floored! I can only imagine how beautiful this book is, not just from the cover, but from this excerpt. I'm so excited!!