Star Water - book trailer (excerpt)

Good evening my lovely readers!  Thanks for checking my blogger.  I thought a good idea would be to blog a part of my novel showing the supernatural attraction of Merleena & Owen!  I don't care for the phrase 'book excerpt' - it sounds too stuffy.  I like the idea of a 'book trailer' like a movie trailer.  Here's part of Chapter Eleven - called Eleventh Hour.  Owen and Merleena have met for tea in a bakery.  He has told Merleena he's leaving for awhile - to do a gig with his band.

We ate our scones and sipped tea.

            “What do you see?” he suddenly asked.

            “What do you mean?” I placed my hot cup on its saucer.

            “Sorcery,” he blew the word to me in an exhaled whisper, “is about seeing.  Have you thought of the word ‘seer’?  People tend to disregard the obvious.”

            “There’s a theory I read.  If you don’t know what something is, you can’t see it,” I replied.

            “Very good.” He sat upright, interested.  “Rather abstract, but intriguing.”

            “Alright.  I notice this rain is making things shiny and beautiful, washing everything.  Oh yeah, and I saw white omens before I came through this door.  White paper tossed in the wind, white door.”

            “Right on.” He raised his cup, acknowledging my statement with a smile.  Two silver rings glistened on his right hand.  “Good omens.  Could signify a lot of things.  It’s up to you to decipher material symbols and just enjoy the beauty.  Like - white paper moving could be a message on the way.  Which way was it going – north, south?   There’s a clue.  Then again you can choose to disregard the white omens.  Then they’ll mean nothing.”        

            “All these double meanings.  Isn’t anything in sorcery effortless?” I took a bite of my scone.

            “You have to let it flow.  The craft is not about struggle,” he said matter-of-factly.

            I slid a cat eye glance to him.  “Is the craft easy for you?”

            “Sometimes.  Right now I’m staying on the path, trying to find the best way.  Loving you is easy.  Sweetheart, loving you makes everything seem easier.”

            We left the café over an hour later when Renata was cleaning pastry cabinets and removing a few remaining items from shelves.  We would have stayed longer, but she was shutting her place down for the day obviously, although she said there was no hurry.

            A cold draft instantly enveloped Owen and I as we walked arm in arm to my car.  Too many thoughts were on my mind.  Although my intention was to be mature, I was having a hard time. 

            For one thing, rain in our valley meant snow on mountain passes.  I couldn’t help but caution my boyfriend as I knew he would be traveling on that highway to Vancouver.  He tried to comfort me by saying winter tires on the Jeep were very reliable.  Even a warlock could spin out of control on icy roads, I thought to myself.

            But I didn’t want any of these unsightly scenarios circulating in my head.  I had to think positive.  Another picture replaced the first one in my imagination.  Maybe the second scene wasn’t as scary in some ways but it bothered me.  An image of StoneHinge playing the gig in Vancouver… my boy angel looking so gorgeous onstage with lots of girls in skimpy tight clothing, dancing in front of the band, right below his feet.

            That image didn’t please me either so I imagined a third possibility – the Blacklords in a gang, outnumbering my warlock or who knows what they would be capable of?

            Suddenly I was shivering and not just from effects of cold rain pelting down on us as we stood beside my car.  He put his arms around my shoulders, in a motion both comforting and sensual and I clung to him.  My arms, warm under his jacket, encircled his waist.  A huge lump formed in my throat.

            Two weeks.  Anything could happen in two weeks, especially with text messaging as the only option of communication.  There would be no tender spoken words to treasure, day after day.

            I bravely raised my face to meet his silver penetrating eyes, more metallic in the rain.  He wasn’t just a boy.  What had I gotten myself into?  A waiting game of tension and wondering? 

            No, it wasn’t going to be like that.  I would fill my days while he was gone.  Catch up on stuff I’d been meaning to do, like…I couldn’t think of anything.  All I could see was Owen, looking straight into me at that moment.  His lips were hot against mine.  They seared away the lump in my throat and heat raced through my body.  Again, like always, I wanted more.  He was my light colored angel, my dark narcotic obsession, lord of the occult.

            I gasped briefly for air, my eyes closing and head back, reeling in his embrace. Quickly like the lightning bolt flashing above us, my lips found his mouth again as electricity surged through our joined bodies.  Thunder cracked loudly not a second later, loud as an amplifier at a rock concert.  It shook us.

            I drew back, completely unsure if lightning had struck very close or if my warlock had performed magic.

            “Oh my god, did you do that on purpose?” I was a bit delirious recovering from his charged embrace.

            “Are you referring to our kiss or the lightning?” he mused.

            “Both,” I suddenly realized.  “When we’re holding each other, when we kiss – I never want to stop.”

            “You think I do?” He peered at me, his eyelashes damp.  He pushed a wet strand of hair from his face.  “I don’t think we have to stop.  I want all of you.”

            “Out here in the rain?” I half smiled, flirting.

            “No, not out here.” His intense voice sliced through air.  “But I want you so much.  I don’t think I had anything to do with the lightning and thunder.  Who knows?  Your energy field is strong.  Maybe we’re at the right place at the right time.”

            I stared incredulously.  He was serious, standing like a dream, beautiful and mesmerizing….and leaving me too soon.