Sunday, August 19, 2012

State of Unrest Release Date

The Chronicles of JJ, Book 1 State of Unrest is set for release on August 31, 2012!

In ancient times, their world lived in harmony with each other.  Darkling, Changeling, Witchling and Vampire alike strove for peace amongst all Everlastings.

One little girl’s prophecy changes the course of their world…

In ancient Mesopotamia, a young witch predicted that a hybrid would destroy what was.  The implications of that moment have plagued Arwi-a since her utterance of those words.

Hunted.  One couple will sacrifice everything for the life of their child…

Cecily’s village had thrived in relative peace, despite the number of hybrids within the village, including Cecily, a Witchling and Changeling hybrid.  That all changed when she scents her mate—Nicholas.
Nicolas is a vampire and darkling hybrid on the run from those who wish to eradicate all hybrids.  Guilt follows him for surviving the decimation of his village.
Now they must make a choice—Risk their child or sacrifice themselves and ensure her safety?

Now forbidden love will forever change the game…

When vampire Prince Matthew sees Abigail, the alpha Changelings daughter, he is immediately smitten.
Abigail knows that Matthew is her mate, but how can this love work if it is forbidden?

Their world has been unsettled for centuries…

With love as the catalyst, the Everlastings will enter a State of Unrest.

Enjoy Chapter 1!

Chapter 1

“I’m not a rule breaker.  I always follow the rules and enjoy doing so.  It is in my nature to never question those in authority.   Oftentimes it is thought that I have no mind of my own.  That simply isn’t the case.  I have a mind, one that is exercised to its fullest.  Of course, they’ll never know, because I crave the simplicity of order, despite how wrong I may believe that order.  The way things are, is simply, the way things are.  Do I dream of a time when my private thoughts and beliefs are considered important and the given order of things?  No, for I simply have no reason to wish these things were so.”
Journal of Abigail Belamy
January 5, 1900

Summer 1900
Rural area surrounding Memphis, TN          
Abigail Belamy was furious.  From the moment of her birth to this moment, she had been the perfect princess to her father’s Alpha status.  When he said jump, she jumped.  When he was going to marry her off to that slimy Wolf Changeling Milo Erickson, she had agreed. 
Thankfully, Milo found another specimen to set his sights on.  Apparently, straight-laced and meek Abigail posed no challenge for him, so he set his sights on more feral pastures.  However, this so-called diplomatic endeavor was an insult.  It put her in precarious position to maintain the fragile peace between Changelings and Vampires.  Her father did not want peace, and never had.  Abigail knew her father’s hatred ran very deep.  She never truly understood why he despised Vampires and Darklings so much.  Sure, from her birth it had been the way of things not to intermingle within the species.  There were no explanations for the reasoning of such a radical law.  It may not be in any law book or legislature from any of the species, but it was enforced – swiftly and without mercy.
It was rumored one of the pack females scented a darkling and she instantly became enamored of him.  Apparently, he was her destined mate.  She could not fight nature, so they became a mated couple.  Of course, it was a rumor so the validity of it was beyond Abigail’s reach.  However, if it were true, then the given legislature of mixing between species was as cruel as it was unfounded. 
Everyone knew that mating was a powerful bond, reaching within each other’s souls and tying them together for their existence.  It was considered predestined by those who controlled the universe that these two people should meet and be together.  It was a bond so strong that upon the destruction of one of the pair, the other slowly died his or her soul no longer whole.  Yet when meeting your fated companion if you were to deny what fate had deemed so then you would slowly become mad, no longer a functioning member of society.   Abigail was not especially knowledgeable about mates, having never felt that urge to make someone completely hers, but she had heard rumors of other members of the packs going mad from denying their potential mate.  Abigail could only think of one reason why they would deny their mates – it was forbidden. 
Abigail threw her dresses in the trunk, her mind a whirl of thoughts, most of which she would never reveal.  Abigail took a deep breath and released her tension as she had always done.  This technique was probably the reason she was such an obedient daughter.  Being exactly what her father decided she should.  She walked to the window, overlooking the small village her father preferred to stay rather than the large house allotted the Alpha of all the wolf packs.  The new moon bathed the night’s darkness in dim light, creating an eerie setting to the usually lighted hillside.  Shadows played on the windowpane from the candles that glowed on her desk.  Abigail leaned her forehead against the glass, her breath causing it to fog.  Her perfect, ordered existence was ending.  Her eyes a bright green color reflecting on the glass was an affirmation that her animal side agreed.
Abigail’s life revolved around her father’s status as Alpha, his power not just for that of the wolf changelings, but his elected status as King of the Changelings.  This position ensured that her upbringing was under the watch of all the species.  Her brief fifty years spent being the perfect daughter.  Attending all the functions and behaving properly.  Giving up a normal existence for that of a figurine, something to be looked at, never spoken to, and never befriended. 
A tear spilled down her cheek, as she released her pent up breath.  It was time to become what her father deemed necessary for the changelings.  She knew this move for what it was, despite her father reassuring her that she was the obvious choice.  Despite beliefs she held near to her heart, the world saw females as second class, nothing more than slaves in some instances.  Her father sending her as the diplomat in this last ditch effort to save the fragile peace was a slap in the face to the other diplomats.  She knew it and so did her father who vehemently denied such a tactic. 
Summer 1900
New York, NY
Matthew was not happy about being the one chosen to represent the Vampire’s royal family, but he understood his father’s decision.  He was going to be the Ruler of the Vampires one day, so he had to begin learning sometime.  At a young age for a vampire, his 200 years seemed to weigh heavily upon his shoulders.  He looked in the mirror, wondering at the youthful face that stared back at him.  He had always wondered how the humans dealt with losing their youth, slowly withering away and turning to dust in the blink of an eye.  He pitied the mortals that surrounded them, seemingly content with their shortened lives.
Maybe though, they were the ones who had it right.  The farmer his father bought food from was married and had several children.  He had lived so much in his mere twenty-seven years.  What did Matthew have to show for his 200 years? 
He was without a mate and still living with his parents.  While expected of the royal family, it still did not feel right.  Lately he had felt as if something were missing, as if a piece of himself were lost and waiting for him to find it.  He laughed aloud at his ridiculousness.  His mother walking into the parlor pulled him from his wayward musings.
“What has you so upset, my child?” her melodic voice echoed in the mostly empty room.  He looked into the face, so young and wondered what his mother would look like if she aged.  He shook his head, clearing those odd thoughts from his mind.
“I am assuming you mean my unnaturally somber mood.”
She smiled and nodded.  So, he was being noticeably melancholy.  He did not know what to tell his mother.  He was not sure what was making him melancholy in the first place.  “Maybe it is just thoughts of me as a diplomat.  You of all people know that I’m not very diplomatic.”
She laughed her tiny fangs the only outward sign that she was not as human as she appeared.  “Matthew, if there is one thing I have no doubt of it is your ability to be diplomatic.  Son, you have more charm in your baby toe, than most people I know.  Don’t worry.  I can feel that this will be a great moment for you.  Now quit moping about and get ready for your departure,” she reassured him as she leaned down and kissed his cheek.  His mother’s confidence in him made that sickening feeling in his stomach lessen.  If she believed he would do well, then he believed that also.
Summer 1900
Outskirts of New Orleans, LA
Arwi-a placed the stone tablets within the trunk to safely hide away things she knew that she shouldn’t take out for prying eyes.  Her eyes strayed to the text as the memories assaulted her senses.  Suddenly she was back, a child only nine years of age floating above those around her.  She could feel the heat emanating from her skin burning her like hot coals from a fire.  Her vocal cords strained from the deep voice pouring out of her mouth.  She could see her mother’s shared horror and pride.  Her daughter had such power, but with that power unspeakable pain. 
The piercing pain behind her eyes as the future played out, her voice rising above the murmurs...
“In this hour it shall be known, that what once was will crumble.  In its place ashes as the hybrid destroys what was….”
The words stopped her vocal cords too fragile to handle the strain the channeling had placed upon them.  She dropped to the floor, her small frame crumbling under the impact. 
What was worse was the knowledge of what was trapped inside…That which she never could speak of, because every time she tried it was as if a veil covered her mind.  The veil mad it impossible to remember the most important parts of the prophecy that each Everlastings now held close to their hearts. 
No hybrids, for they were an abomination.  They would destroy what was. 
Arwi-a fainted as her mind went blank with the truth tickling at the edge of her mind.  When she crawled back to consciousness, the sun had set and the truth was a blur.  She sensed that despite the precautions they were taking to ensure no hybrids existed.  She had seen some of the eradications herself, within her dreams.  The children that died barely old enough to hold their heads up.  Some days the guilt consumed her, but she knew she couldn’t end her existence.  The one who would unleash the truth would come one day and when they did, Arwi-a could finally release the truth.
A burden such as this should never be the burden of a child to bear, but bear it she did. 
Arwi-a moaned as her unconsciousness and the memories faded away.  She crawled to her feet and descended the stairs the small house closing in on her, bringing to the forefront how lonely she had become.
Her life was not here, not in this era, but in the sands of time.  She could have chosen to end her existence, but something kept her from doing so.  Although she wandered aimlessly through the present, she looked forward to a future that included an explanation for the reason she had been so alone.  The reason she couldn’t remember what seemed so important. 
Witches were said to be incomplete until they found their match, what changelings called their mate and what vampires and darklings considered their bound.   Arwi-a lamented her lonely existence having not found her match because she was alone in a world in which she did not belong. However, no relationship, even fated would work in her current guilt ridden condition.  Therefore, she waited for a time when that which she had wrought would end. 
Destroy what was…

NOTE: This book will be the prequel of the series.  

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