Excerpt Day: Falling to Pieces

6 05 2008

Here is a glimpse into my Romantic Paranormal Comedy called Falling to PIeces. I had a little help from author SJ Willing so let me know what you think! ūüôā


What do you get when a power mad neo witch, a spell gone wrong and a day from hell combined? Why love of course! Meet Melinda McCabe, a woman about to meet her destiny…..except he has one slight problem: he falls to pieces around her…literally! She has no idea that Darius St. Cloud never expected that the witch wannabe would get enough power to transform him into a zombie of all things. When Melinda comes to his aid, he finds a woman who will go to the edge of the world and back again to save a soul that is lost, for a love so powerful it will transcend hell itself.




¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Darius St. Cloud should have known something was wrong when Bud didn’t come dashing around the garden to welcome him home. The small beagle never failed to come yelping around the ranch style building, leap up at him, then proceed to cover him with large dusty paw prints‚ÄĒall in an effort of canine loyalty and affection.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Today though, coming through the freshly painted picket fence, Darius was greeted with an unusual silence. A silence intermingled with an odd sense of foreboding from his normally welcoming house‚ÄĒas if it had somehow inherited an evil presence.


Which meant Nita must be here. Great.


            Darius now regretted the trip into town to buy the Armani suit he was wearing. The journey had delayed his return home and left Bud at the mercy of a self-styled Neo-Witch with a perchance for practicing strangely named spells that seemed to never go the way she wanted.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† He tucked a strand of hair back behind his ear. Deep black and lanky, the eighteenth century pirate look was often frowned on in board meetings but fitted in perfectly with the nightclub Goth crowd. With it, he was able to mingle freely with his customer target base and research what the latest craze would be in Goth gear and accessories. As for the board meetings, well, he owned the company; he’d just fire anyone who complained too loudly.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† A muffled whimper from the basement set him in motion again. Nita, one of the people who had acquired him on a nightclub research trip, had a habit of doing torturous things to his dog. Bud was already scarred emotionally because of it and the poor hound was in a constant frenzy whenever Nita was around. It was, Darius thought regretfully, time for Nita to move on‚ÄĒin spite of the great sex and good times they’d had, though if he really though on it, the good times meant sex instead of movies, dinners and other things couples do. No one could hurt his dog and be forgiven.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† The atmosphere in the house was even heavier and wafted out with a sickly purple hue. Darius coughed softly; whatever she was doing in the basement, Nita must be burning at least a ton of incense to cover it up. Bud began to whimper even louder, Darius realized he didn’t have much time left to act.


            He threw his jacket on the wall hook by the door and walked quickly through the kitchen to the basement stairs. He almost ran down the wooden steps, incense smoke billowing around him as he moved. Covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket, Darius stormed towards the game room, and then stopped, shock etched over his chiseled face.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Nita stood at one side of the room. Darius’s brand new black satin bed sheet that if he remembered correctly was on his bed this morning‚ÄĒdaubed with white painted occult symbols‚ÄĒwas draped over her shoulders, face and arms which she waved, windmill like, through the incense burning before her.¬† Every now and then, she’d stumble in her chanting to hitch the slipping sheet back up. Black, red, green and gray candles had been lit at various parts about the room, making the basement more like an ancient dungeon than the simple game room it was.


¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† In the middle of the room, Nita had drawn an occult pentagram and circle. Bud lay in the middle of this, subdued and whining meekly. He quickly stood up, barked and began wagging his tail sadly‚ÄĒscrabbling madly against some invisible wall‚ÄĒwhen Darius moved closer to him.


“Nita this is enough,” Darius snapped. Taking a bottle of water from the refrigerator he poured it over the incense burners, strangely the smoke grew more intense rather than diminishing. “Stop it this instant,” he demanded. “And leave my house. You’ve done one too many ‘experiments’ on Bud and I’m finished with you.”


            Nita said nothing but continued with her ragged chant, head lolling forward, hands gesturing wildly.


“Nita,” Darius reached forward and pulled the sheet from her. “I said‚Ķ”


What happened next, Darius could never explain. He could tell Nita was in a kind of transubstantive trance. Yet before he had time to consider what it meant, Bud, finally free from the strange trap he’d been placed in, bounded forward with a hearty howl, and leaped into Daruis‚Äôs arms.


Then the light hit.


Bright blue light, more like a tunnel really. A long, chilly, let’s get this over with and get the hell out of Dodge kind of tunnel.


            He and Bud found themselves standing in another basement. The same odd candles and overindulgence of incense burning around them; along with a batch of astonished men. The men, dressed in brown gowns marked with gold symbols, staring at him.





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