Author Donna Augustine is joining us with her urban fantasy series, Alchemy. Enjoy!
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The Keepers (Alchemy #1)by Donna Augustine
The first book is now free on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks and Kobo!
Published November 15th 2013 by Smashwords
Two days ago, Jo Davids was a waitress by night and a college kid by day, with the unnerving problem of things floating around her.
One day ago, Jo's sexy boss, Cormac, noticed her for all the wrong reasons when she witnessed a man transform into a monster in the basement of his casino.
Today, Cormac ordered her shot. If he's real lucky, she won't die. Because if she does, all hope is lost.
The Keepers Excerpt
The room fell deadly quiet as Hawking walked toward the wall of windows and all three of us watched his back. I knew my life, or death, was being decided as we waited. “I don’t know who you are, or what, but if you kill me, there will be a herd of people coming for you.” Other than the Harvey’s and Lacey, I wasn’t sure anyone would even know I was gone, let alone a bloodthirsty hoard seeking vengeance. “If we don’t do it, you know what we’ll have to deal with. Not to mention, it might be kinder this way,” the man named Dodd interjected, sensing the wavering in Hawking. “Could my day get any worse?” he said to the room in general. “Really? You’re complaining about your day?” I responded. Hawking smiled at me, but it was more of the bittersweet variety. “You’ve got a lot of spunk,” he said. He turned his back and stared out the window, his body going deathly still, then a burst of motion as he punched a perfect hole through the glass window. I knew my fate had just been sealed, as I looked at the bloodied hole he’d left behind. He didn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t look at me, just nodded his head and walked from the room. “Sorry, but this is much larger than you,” Dodd said apologetically in my direction. “Fuck you,” I replied calmly. He didn’t seem fazed at all, just gave me a sad smile, like he regretted this as well, but not enough to save me from the fate I’d just been dealt. He shook his head, as he eyed me up and down. “What a waste. Make it quick Buzz.” I looked at Buzz and saw the gun he now aimed at my head. “You better hope that there isn’t an afterlife because I’ll haunt your every last step.” I refused to cry or grovel. If this was the end, then so be it. I’d lived a tough life, and there was no way I’d spend my last minutes groveling to these assholes. The last thing I heard was a gunshot. My last feeling was exploding pain, like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. And then nothing.
The room fell deadly quiet as Hawking walked toward the wall of windows and all three of us watched his back. I knew my life, or death, was being decided as we waited. “I don’t know who you are, or what, but if you kill me, there will be a herd of people coming for you.” Other than the Harvey’s and Lacey, I wasn’t sure anyone would even know I was gone, let alone a bloodthirsty hoard seeking vengeance. “If we don’t do it, you know what we’ll have to deal with. Not to mention, it might be kinder this way,” the man named Dodd interjected, sensing the wavering in Hawking. “Could my day get any worse?” he said to the room in general. “Really? You’re complaining about your day?” I responded. Hawking smiled at me, but it was more of the bittersweet variety. “You’ve got a lot of spunk,” he said. He turned his back and stared out the window, his body going deathly still, then a burst of motion as he punched a perfect hole through the glass window. I knew my fate had just been sealed, as I looked at the bloodied hole he’d left behind. He didn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t look at me, just nodded his head and walked from the room. “Sorry, but this is much larger than you,” Dodd said apologetically in my direction. “Fuck you,” I replied calmly. He didn’t seem fazed at all, just gave me a sad smile, like he regretted this as well, but not enough to save me from the fate I’d just been dealt. He shook his head, as he eyed me up and down. “What a waste. Make it quick Buzz.” I looked at Buzz and saw the gun he now aimed at my head. “You better hope that there isn’t an afterlife because I’ll haunt your every last step.” I refused to cry or grovel. If this was the end, then so be it. I’d lived a tough life, and there was no way I’d spend my last minutes groveling to these assholes. The last thing I heard was a gunshot. My last feeling was exploding pain, like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. And then nothing.
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