Today, not only do we have an amazing excerpt from Enscrolled (The Division Chronicles #3) by Connie L. Smith, we also have a sneak peek from Smith's upcoming NA romance, Tail Lights! Check out both below and head over to Goodreads for a chance to win a copy of Essenced (The Division Chronicles Book #1)!
“In the aftermath of the latest battle, the stakes are higher than ever before, time hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain hidden, and the clock is ticking for the Essenced tainted with the demon’s incurable toxin. And beyond those worries, reason exists to suspect that magic might be vanishing, a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s capabilities prior to the war’s conclusion.
Never has the conflict felt quite as desperate, danger escalating and hope lessening with the slow drain of each issue’s hourglass.
Will the answers to these dilemmas surface in time, or will the efforts of the band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?”
Excerpt from Enscrolled:
McKenna watched him leave before refocusing on Johnny, confused at the expression her boyfriend wore. “What are you smirking at?”
He shrugged. “I’m just not sure how this could be such a bad memory. My girl glued to my side.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he continued. “Playing nurse...”
“Well, you are poisoned,” she deadpanned. “That puts a damper on these types of situations for most people.”
“Oh, you’re serious again.” His smirk broadened. “Are you gonna yell at me like you did when my leg was broken? That was attractive...”
Though she fought against it, her smile emerged, spreading over her lips as she shook her head. “You’re impossible. You know that?”
“Nah. I just learned along the way how to make my girl smile.”
Her grin lingered until her attention descended to his leg, the spot of the poison’s initial contact. Then she frowned, her eyes filling with tears and her hands beginning to tremble. Just ten days, she thought.“Hey.” Johnny cupped her face, gentling bringing her gaze to lock with his.“We’re not gonna think about that because that’s gonna get taken care of.” Tobias again entered the medical room, moving directly to the corner reserved for the cure’s research to recommence his work. “See?” Johnny nodded his head toward the angel. “Look how dedicated he is to finding this. Think of all the soldiers around us who are perfectly capable of getting whatever weird ingredients he comes up with. If you do, ten days will seem like a lifetime, because it’s plenty of time.”
And then she was the one smirking. “That’s quite optimistic.”
He laughed, shrugging. “I told you that you’re rubbing off on me.”
“And you’re trusting others. Like you finally flipped a switch.”
“It isn’t like flipping a switch.” He smiled, revisiting the lecture she’d given him while stranded on a cliff. “It’s like deciding not to be in the darkness anymore. You take steps, and the light comes a little at a time until the darkness is gone.”
She quirked an eyebrow, chuckling. “That seems vaguely familiar.”
“Someone really smart once told me that.” Pulling her closer, he tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “She was really hot, too.”
Guest Post and Sneak Peek of Tail Lights by Connie L. Smith:
For over a year now, The Division Chronicles series has been a huge part of my life. I’ve learned so much through writing and publishing this trilogy, and my mind is already trying to come up with a new plotline so I don’t have to say a permanent goodbye to some of these characters. Of course, I’m willing to write short stories and things about them, but my brain seems reluctant to let go of the notion that one day I’ll be penning a brand new novel with some of the angelic characters involved. It’s not out of the realm of possibility.
But whether or not any spin-offs happen, the fact is that “the end” has officially been typed for the final book. And with the release of this book, I’m looking forward to upcoming projects. Two that you can expect within the approaching months are very different from this Division series, and I’m eager/nervous to see how things play out in the future.
So along with promoting Enscrolled, I’d like to offer a look at one of these projects – a NA Romance that involves a rock star girl and an ex-military guy. Before I do, I’ll take a sentence or two to let you know that I’m doing a giveaway through Goodreads where you can win a copy of the first book of The Division Chronicles: HERE. Please, please give it a chance!
And now, have a sneak peek of Tail Lights, which should be released sometime in November of this year. You can add it to your Goodreads to-read list HERE.
Nick shook his head while I spoke, fisted hands coming to brace against his temples. “I can’t hear this, Preston! You know what you did!” The words were punctuated by the loudest clap of thunder the storm had yet to offer, and at this point I couldn’t tell what was rain and what were tears trailing down my face. “After everything we’ve been through...”
“Yeah! After everything!” I rushed forward, my fingers grabbing his forearms still lifted in the air, eyes on his features even though he continued to glare at the concrete of my driveway. “Think of everything we’ve been through. Think of what I’ve been through.” I saw him wince, but he didn’t glance at me. Sighing, I licked my lips and pushed on. “I need you, Nick. You’re the one thing I need.” His head fell forward, his fists leaving his temples though his arms stayed in my hands. “The one thing I need. The one that makes everything else okay.” I stepped a little closer, silently begging him to look at me. “Please don’t do this to me.”
If I’d been getting through to him, my success crumbled in that moment. He lifted his gaze to lock with mine, his eyes full of fury, anger, hurt, betrayal...And I knew then that he wouldn’t listen, because he’d decided on the facts without giving me the benefit of any existing doubt. He’d given up on us. On me. Just like nearly everyone else, he’d latched on to his assumptions, because I wasn’t worth fighting for.“Do this to you?” He barked out a humorless laugh. “To you? You cheated on me, Preston!”
“I didn’t!” I shook my head, frantic for him to believe me. “I wouldn’t! I promise...”
“Stop it!” His arms jerked from hands, and the rage in his eyes was like the nail in the coffin. “I trusted you. I loved you.” I flinched at the past tense, my expression contorting with my unrestrained heartbreak. “I believed in you above everyone else in my life. Even when my family thought I was an idiot to try.” He sneered, and his beautiful lips looked unnatural showing that much disdain. “Even when your family thought I was an idiot to try.”
I sucked in a breath in shock that he would be so brutal. He knew my history, and I’d confided in him countless times concerning the grudges so many members of my family held against me for things I’d never done. I’d talked to my older brother about those frustrating relationships as well – my one blood relative that loved me, that I could depend on – but I’d never given anyone as much of me, in this situation or any other, as I’d offered Nick. And he turned that trust against me?All the tears he’d kissed away, only to switch sides and use that misery as ammunition to cause more pain...
But he wasn’t finished with his cruelty. “I’m done. I’ve been everything I could to you, but I won’t be your doormat. That’s where I draw the line.”
He was already backing toward his truck, but his gaze lingered on my face. Each step drove the reality of the situation into clearer focus, that what we had was really ending. That he’d believed a lie someone told him over my assurances, and was tossing me aside like I never mattered.“I didn’t cheat on you,” I whispered, unable to speak louder. “I love you, Nick. Don’t you understand that? I refused a record deal because I’d rather be here with you than making music and out on the road.” He stopped walking, proving that he heard me despite the noises of the storm, but his expression stayed harsh. “I don’t know what to do.” I shrugged. “What can I do to convince you?”
He frowned, eyes pinched in anger. “Nothing. We’re done. I hope I never see you again.”
A sob tore from me when he spun on his heel and hurried for his truck, and I ran forward, panic giving my words more strength and volume. “Nick, I didn’t cheat on you! I promise! Please! You have to believe me!” He’d closed – and locked – his door by the time I reached the truck, and he didn’t peek at me through the window regardless of the number of times my palms slapped the glass. “This is stupid, Nick! I didn’t do anything!”When the truck started, my alarm heightened, and I began beating on the window with my fisted hands. “No, no, no! Wait! Just wait!”But he didn’t. He pulled out of the driveway and sped into the distance.
And I stared from the middle of the road – the spot where I’d surrendered the chase – with my mouth open and my eyes wide, watching his tail lights fade into the mass of water falling from the sky.I wiped my face with both of my hands, then looked at my drenched palms in resignation and sorrow. Tears, rain. What was the difference?
Connie L. Smith spends far too much time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Her music of choice is severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and is currently working on her MA.
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