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Chapter 1 
The days had flown by since we left Cole’s home. I felt a little lighter having told him my secret, but Cole felt distant. He swore up and down that it had nothing to do with what I’d told him. I tried my best to believe him. Confessing that I’d killed my husband, who’d been possessed by a demon who’d killed my twin sons, was big. How could that not change things?
If being distant wasn’t bad enough, he was adding anger to the mix. It was like traveling with a petulant teenager. I’d kept my promise to Cain. He fixed things for the Kelpies, and in exchange, I let him take me on a date. This kicked Cole into over-protective father mode. I didn’t need a man in my life telling me what to. I’d lived by my own rules way too long to ever let anyone control my life, even if it was for my own good.
That isn’t to say I didn’t have a little guilt floating around in the old noggin. That date had changed things and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. So when Cole suggested we take on a job that involved neither demon hunting nor ghost patrol, I was skeptical, but if it meant I could keep busy and ignore Cain and my feelings, it was worth meeting with the guy.
The job involved a monk who owned the largest collection of religious relics on Earth. I was never a fan of any man of God. Their relics came a close second. Cole was hoping he might have a trinket or two that might keep Cain at bay, and I… well, I didn’t think anything on Earth could keep him away.
The monk was not what I expected, nor was his home. Time felt strange in this place, but my watch told me we’d arrived no more than an hour ago, even though it felt like he and Cole had been talking business for at least three days. I didn’t know why a monk would be such an expert in business or how he had enough money to own a home that made Cole’s beach house look quaint, but it made me distrust him.
Mr. Barlow sat tall and still in an ornately carved chair at the head of the table, both of which would have looked more at home in a castle than his modern home. Dressed head to toe in black silk, his trim physique and bald head made it hard to guess his age, but I figured early fifties.
His taut, wrinkle-free face turned, serious brown eyes narrowed and fixed on me like a rifle scope, while his mouth remained relaxed and amused. I was dressed in the most expensive thing I’d ever had on my body. Cole had picked it out—one more thing he was good at. The dress fit me like a glove and I’d never felt sexier. My partner looked like he’d walked off a magazine cover in one of his many tuxedos. Who knew there were different tuxedos for different occasions? I didn’t understand why we had to dress up for this man, but I assumed it was a rich thing.
There was more silverware surrounding the plates than I’d ever seen. I’d have to cheat by looking over at Cole to find out what fork to use. At least the red wine was flowing, and it was just enough to put me in the right mood to give this strange man a chance to state his case.
Never had I met a man whose name fit him more perfectly. Ambrose Barlow was now babbling on about his collection, telling us in detail how he acquired some of his favorite religious relics. Cole sat opposite me, looking at Mr. Barlow with rapt attention. I tried my best, but my mind wandered back to that night. I tried not to go there. I struggled every day not to relive the night I kept my promise and allowed Cain to take me away from the hotel, from my senses.
Shaking my mind free of those memories, I came back to the conversation. They were talking about people they both knew. There must be some sort of billionaires’ club somewhere the lowly millionaires aren’t allowed in.
“Cole, we’re being rude. I haven’t heard this lovely lady speak all night.” His eyes crawled from my chest to my eyes as he waited for my response.
I was grateful for the dim light; the old man had somehow made me blush. “It’s okay. I was just enjoying listening to the conversation.”
Cole leaned back in his chair, looking every bit the cover model for one of those bad boy billionaire books. “Jael and I would love to see your collection after dinner if you wouldn’t mind sharing it.”
“Mind? I have friends who avoid me because I usually insist on it.”
Cole laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. I know I rolled my eyes; I have zero control over them.
I took another sip of wine. “Maybe we can talk about why you need our help.”
“Jael.” Cole reprimanded me with my name and he was going to pay for that when we left. His shirts were no longer going to be sorted by color and sleeve length when we got back to the hotel.
The monk waved his hand at my partner. “It’s fine, Cole. I should get to the point. You’re here about business, after all. This dinner is just a lovely distraction.”
Three servers came into the room carrying trays full of food, swirling around the table, taking things that had been used and arranging what was left. The food smelled amazing and the first bite of meat melted in my mouth.
They both looked at me like I’d farted, and Ambrose spoke. “I suppose we can dispense with grace for one night.”
My first faux pas of the night. I was sure there would be more. I wasn’t about to apologize, though. I don’t talk to God; we aren’t on speaking terms.
Mr. Barlow took a sip of Merlot and a bite of his lamb, then leaned back. “I’m going to do something I haven’t done in centuries. I’m going to tell you the story of how I came to be here and why I’m in need of your services. Mainly because I’ve vetted you quite thoroughly and I know you have enough experience that I’m confident my tale won’t seem as mad to you as it might to others.”
He took another bite of his meal, his napkin dabbing at the corner of his mouth. When he lowered his voice to draw us closer, Cole and I leaned in, and he started his tale. “I’ve been searching for something for centuries and I think I’ve finally located it. I need someone with your expertise to retrieve it for me and, when I’m done telling you my sad story, you’ll see why I need your help so desperately.”
Another sip of wine and he was ready to begin. “About 800 years ago, I was a Benedictine monk, living in a monastery in what is now the Czech Republic.” He paused, and when we didn’t walk out because we thought he was a mad man, he continued. “I wasn’t a good monk or even a good man. I made many mistakes and went against several of my vows. Most of my transgressions were due to my laziness. I wanted nothing more than to do nothing. My abbot hated me. Looking back, I can see why he did. We, as Benedictine monks, are supposed to use the time God has given us wisely. Sloth is not something that is taken lightly and I was always trying to get away from my chores. It wasn’t laziness that finally did me in, it was theft. I’d a feeling that my time at the monastery was coming to an end and I didn’t want to be kicked out with nothing to my name.
“I started squirreling away the few items of worth around the abbey. Keeping them in my room was stupid and I was caught. They were sick of me anyway. The abbot was so mad I thought he might have a fit and die. The old goat’s face reddened and his brow broke out in a sweat as spittle flew from his thin lips as he tried to form words. I thought for sure they were going to expel me. I was terrified. I had no money and the only clothes I owned were my robes. I vowed to do anything I could think of to get back in their good graces, but the abbot was set on punishing me.
“I’d pushed him too far. I didn’t commit a crime against my brothers, but against God. He told me that I could be as idle as I wanted to be for the rest of my sad life.” Ambrose let out a bitter laugh. “I was to be walled up in my room at the abbey and starved to death. Poetic justice, I suppose, but not how I wanted to die.
“I panicked. I could handle a quick death or being thrown out, but to be starved to death… My mind was racing, trying to find a way out. It had to be a big grand gesture and it had to be something the abbot couldn’t refuse.”
I was listening to Ambrose but watching Cole. He looked at the man in black like he was the messiah. It was creepy and fucking odd. I was going to have a talk with my partner when this evening was over.
“Our order was made up almost entirely of scribes. The abbot was proud of our order’s reputation. In a fit of insanity, I promised them a book that would contain all of human history. I’d work tirelessly until I’d completed it and he would see how this incident had changed me. I would create a work that would make our little abbey a place of pilgrimage. They said I would try and escape while writing it. My mind scrabbled to come up with something that would convince them that I could and would follow through.
“I told them I would write it in one night. It was mad, I know, and the abbot knew it was impossible, but I think he liked the idea of my humiliation when I failed yet again. I was only buying myself some time. I thought I could somehow escape, but they had me in a windowless room with a guard on my door. They knew I was a liar.
“Left alone in my small room, I was frantic. I’d bought myself time, nothing more. I was a talented scribe, but no one could do what I’d promised. I didn’t even start it. What would be the point? I knew little of the Bible and even less of the world. When midnight came, I panicked. I prayed to God over and over for help. I asked for forgiveness and I begged him to show me a sign. Nothing came.
“Never had I felt more alone. I lay in my bed. Desperation worked on my mind. Tendrils of hope spread through my brain like a virus. This hope was rooted in such a blasphemous idea, my body broke out in a cold sweat, my breath coming fast and shallow. I might not have been a good man, but I was raised to love and worship the Lord, not his betrayer. The thought of it struck fear in my heart, but so did dying alone from hunger and thirst.
“My voice failed me and it took a few tries to say the name. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for his help. There was no grand entrance; he didn’t need it. He was just simply there, and I don’t know what I expected, but his beauty hurt me. Lucifer was not some deformed evil creature as I’d been taught. He was … perfection. I wasn’t scared when he appeared before me. I just wanted to always be with him. He was light and beauty. He felt like love and acceptance and that was something I’d never felt before.”
Tears spilled down the monk’s face. He was there in that room again. His face turned to the sky, his eyes seeing things we couldn’t.
“It’s hard to explain, but it was the closest I’d ever felt to God. When his hand touched my cheek, I felt whole for the first time. I begged for his help. I begged him to take my soul. He was only too happy to oblige. In that moment with him there, I wanted nothing more than to spend eternity in his presence. That’s how he does it, you see. He doesn’t seduce you with promises and lies; he makes you beg to be with him despite all you know to be true.
          “The finished product was something no human could produce in a night, maybe not ever. It was beautiful and intricate. I couldn’t even lift it; the tome was so big. You may have heard of it. It is called the Codex Gigas or, more commonly, the Devil’s Bible.”
            A cheeky grin spread over his thin face. “It contains a very unflattering picture of the devil in it. My only contribution to the whole book. I drew it later when my head cleared and I realized what I’d done. My own small revenge and maybe my only true show of bravery.
“I called my brothers in, and while they loved the book, they were suspicious, as they had every right to be. It was the product of the Devil. Not just a desperate monk. They didn’t believe I’d done it, but what other explanation could there be? I’d been alone in the room.
“They took the book and left me alone. They were gone so long, I thought they might have decided to punish me anyway and I was already in my prison. I heard the chanting of morning prayers and I was still locked in. It wasn’t until afternoon prayers that they came back to my room with some soup and water. I was ravenous but couldn’t eat it. I wanted to know what they’d decided.
“They’d looked through the book and called it a miracle. I was not only not going to be punished, but I could stay. They thought God had guided my hand when I truly repented. I was celebrated and over time allowed more privileges, not less. I was happy for a few years.
“I lived with my brothers and, more importantly, worked with them, and I felt joy in that. It was my miracle, not the book. Then one day while cleaning the cross above the pulpit, I fell from the ladder. I was uninjured, but it scared me. One day I would die, and when I did, I wasn’t going to live with my Heavenly Father. I was going to Hell. The spell of Lucifer’s beauty had long been over and only the dread of him owning my soul remained.
“I began studying every ancient text I could. I questioned all the most senior monks. They saw it as a sign that I was becoming more and more devoted, and I was. I became known as Hermann the Hermit. I wasn’t walled in, but I studied every text I could, trying to find a way out of my deal. Then I decided to read the book that had saved and doomed me.
“I read every word until I reached the end. It was then that I found that there were pages missing. Something about just touching the frayed edges of what was left convinced me my answer lay in that missing velum. My fingers tingled as I counted the tattered edges of the lost pages. There were twelve in all. I went to the monk that oversaw the tome and I asked why my masterpiece had been tampered with. Yes, by now, I had almost convinced myself it was mine. He looked at me wide-eyed and sent me to the abbot.
“I was incensed that they had dared to alter my masterpiece. Even if I hadn’t written it, I sacrificed the ultimate to see it done. They’d altered it without even consulting me. The abbot was a formidable man, but I was not to be deterred. I raged at what had been done and, when I was finished, he looked sad. I was taken off guard. I expected to be reprimanded for my insolence.
“Taking my hand, he sat me down. His brown eyes were watery. I couldn’t believe he was on the verge of tears. He told me that my book was a miracle and it was something that would live on through the ages, but the pages that were missing contained knowledge that no human should ever have. It killed him to have to desecrate my work and he couldn’t bring himself to outright destroy them, so he’d them sent away. They were sure God had written it through me and, until a sign came from above, those pages had to be hidden.
“They sent them with the instructions to go to a monastery of their choice. Pick a monk and get him to do the same and never stop. Never bring them back here and never let anyone open the blessed cloth that they are bound in. If the day comes that such knowledge is needed, then God in his wisdom would make sure they surfaced and, until then, men such as us were not to be trusted with this knowledge.
“What was I to do? What was the chance that I would find those pages? They had had years to get as far away as possible or maybe as close as the nearest abbey. Wherever they were, I had nothing to lose. I set off immediately and I’ve been searching for my salvation and running from my damnation for over 800 years.
“I’m safe here from Lucifer and his son, from all of Hell’s denizens. They can’t enter this property. I’ve been running from them for centuries and I finally have a haven and no longer must run, but ironically, I’m now a prisoner. I’ve come full circle, even if my prison is a gilded one. If I step foot outside this property, my soul will be taken. I’ve no interest in chancing that.”
Ambrose leaned back and sipped his wine. The story had drained the color from his face and he looked more fragile than he had before. Cole looked to me and I raised my eyebrow. I wasn’t convinced this man was telling the truth. I wanted Cole to be the one to question him.
“How have you stayed safe all these years? How have you lived so long?”
“It took years. I stayed mainly in sanctified buildings. It wasn’t foolproof, but it helped. I was always on the move and I started to collect as many religious relics as I could. I won’t lie, though; not all the relics in this building are Christian. I wasn’t picky when it came to my life. In the end, it was the St. Benedictine medal and the cross he held when he died that keeps this place a safe zone for me. I saw it as a sign from God that it was a fellow brother who was my ultimate salvation. As far as living so long, I don’t know why. I can only guess that I will die when my soul is taken, either by God or the Devil.”
Those weren’t the questions I wanted asked, so I asked my own. “Why have you been searching all these years for something you can’t possibly be sure will help you, why ask us for help, and why now?”
“I like a woman who gets to the point. I can only say that in my bones, I believe it to be true and don’t think it’s the only egg in my basket, but it is the only one I haven’t been able to try. As for why now, I believe I’ve found them. I’ve sent two very trusted, capable people to check on it, but I haven’t heard from them for almost a week. I must assume they’re dead. They were onto something, and according to our last conversation, they were sure it was the pages. The place where I believe them to be has had increased paranormal activity, which as you know, can be a result of something occult and powerful sitting in one location for a long time.
“I also have a connection to them. I’ve been searching for the pages for a long time and I feel their pull. I feel like this is right. I’ve been close before. I’ve just missed them by hours or days, but I could always feel their presence. Then for centuries, I felt nothing. It was hidden somewhere and it was lost to me. Now it’s back. I could feel the moment the pages were found.
“I just had to find where. A few places in Europe had promise, but nothing was found. This is the last area they can be and they aren’t moving anymore. They want to be found. They’re in a small town called Richmond, North Yorkshire in the U.K. Now as to why you, I think that’s obvious. I think you are the only two who can complete the task.”
“If you’ve vetted us as closely as you say, then you know that going to the UK is not possible for me. You’ll know my name isn’t even Jael.”
“Anyone who has enough money and contacts can give you an identity that can pass muster. I have both those things.”
 I had a fake driver’s license, something that could pass a routine traffic stop, but a passport that would allow me to travel was another level altogether. “What exactly do you want us to do?”
“I want you to go to Richmond. Find those missing pages and bring them to me.”
“We hunt demons, Mr. Barlow. We don’t go on scavenger hunts.”
“Ah well, see; there you go. You bring me back the text I want and you can kill the biggest demon of them all.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“The text tells how to kill Lucifer. I get my soul back when he’s dead and then I can finally die in peace.”
I almost spit out my wine. “You can’t be serious?”
“You have the chance to kill the father of all demons, Jael. Isn’t that reason enough?” he chided.
“How do you know that’s the case? You’ve never seen it. Why would your brothers not want that information known?”
“I can only guess my brothers were against the dark magic it would take to complete the task or they saw Lucifer as a necessary evil. If everyone went to Heaven regardless of their crimes, the world would be a far worse place. I don’t believe that, but my brothers would have then.”
Killing Lucifer would solve a lot of my problems, but how often does something you need come to you in such a neat package? I didn’t know this man. Cole said he was a family friend, but that just made me question his family.
Cole leaned across the table. “Jael, this is the giant panda at the fair. This is the holy grail of demon hunting. If we help Ambrose, we win too.”
“I think maybe your brothers knew that killing Lucifer would throw Hell into chaos.”
“I thought you of all people would trust Cain to look after Hell in the event of his father’s passing.”
I looked at Cole. He shook his head, but if he hadn’t told this Mr. Barlow, then who had? Who else knew of my relationship with Cain? I doubted Cain was going door to door telling everyone about our date.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ambrose stared at me as he placed his napkin on his plate and leaned back in his chair. “I know that Cain has contacted you and that you have had dealings with him. I was shocked that a hunter would do that, but as I say, with my past, I’m not one to judge.”
You could have fucking fooled me. The fucking asshole was giving me one huge smug grin. I gripped the butter knife in my hand. Smug smiles are very hard to pull off without lips.
Cole tried to diffuse the tension. “Maybe you could show us your collection while you give us the details of what you need us to do?”
Ambrose turned to Cole. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”

Chapter 2 
Ambrose left us to walk alone in his collection rooms. The displays put most museums to shame. Glass cases, the perfect lighting on each piece. The only two pieces I wanted to see were missing. I wasn’t surprised he had the two relics that kept him safe somewhere else under lock and key.
I saw most of the relics as tools of my trade. Rosaries and crosses of all shapes and materials were the most common pieces. They ranged from solid gold to being carved from bone. Even the most powerful demons could be harmed by either, but no tool was foolproof. He had a large collection of bibles and religious texts. Some passages could exorcise a demon, but it was hard to get one to stay in place long enough to listen.
For me, fighting evil had been hit and miss. I was self-taught. For a long time, I thought I was alone in the war. It wasn’t until I’d been hunting for years that I’d met others like me. I’d yet to meet one I wanted to spend more than one night with, but each hunter taught me something new. Some it was more like what not to do, but I was better at my craft because of all of them.
It was Will who had made the biggest difference. My online personal researcher had helped me deal with a lot of bad mojo and he was my oldest friend. I still hadn’t heard from him. When we were in Washington State, I contacted him about Cain and now, weeks later, I still hadn’t heard back. I was worried but going back to Canada to check on him wasn’t an option.
Cole broke the silence. “I think we should do this. I know you’re skeptical, Jael, but what if it’s a way to kill Lucifer? Cain would be a much better leader in Hell than his father.”
I stopped browsing to look at Cole. I had a hard time coming up with a reply. “Since when do you have anything nice to say about Cain?”
“It isn’t a big compliment to say someone is slightly better than Lucifer.”
Cole viscerally hated Cain and now he wanted to give him the throne in Hell? I had to change the subject or I’d lose my mind. “I believe Ambrose’s story is possible. Selling a soul is something I’ve come across before, but even if his story is true, why should we help him? More importantly, how do we know that these pages do what he says?”
“I guess we don’t for sure. Ambrose doesn’t seem like a bad man. He donates to charities; he has one of his own that helps the homeless. I think the sin he committed is not something he should have to go to Hell for.”
“That’s another thing; how is a monk this rich? He can’t leave his home.”
Cole stiffened and shook his head. “Anyone can accumulate wealth given enough time. Being rich doesn’t make you a bad person.”
In my experience, it didn’t make you a good person either. “I know we take cases all the time without knowing what kind of person the client is, but those are always demon versus human, and in that case, human always wins, but we don’t know what the deal is here.”
His eyes narrowed and his right hand rubbed his clean-shaven chin. He wanted this and the fact that I was skeptical was frustrating him. “Going to the UK only means we check things out. We can tell him that’s all he’s paying for. We’re in charge of what we do once we’re there.”
“Why are you so hot to trot to take this on?”
“I’m not… it’s just that this guy has something that can keep Cain away from us. If we give him back his soul, he might give us the tools he uses to do that.”
“This whole thing is just so we might be able to keep Cain away? I’m getting a little sick of you not trusting my ability to resist him. I’ve told you why he could never tempt me into doing something I didn’t think was right.”
“I saw you when you came home, remember that.”
Fighting back tears, I turned my back on him. I’d been a mess when I’d come home from my date with Cain and throwing it in my face was low. “I asked you not to bring that up again. Cain is my problem, which means I get to deal with it the way I want.” He was like a dog with a bone. He wouldn’t stop going on about Cain and I was sick of it. He had no right telling me what to do.
Cole placed his hand on my shoulder and I flipped it off with a shrug. Fuck him. “I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s that I’m worried about you. I don’t want him harassing you. This is your decision as it always is, but I think we should take this on. If for no other reason, we get to travel and we get to do our job and get paid. Plus, we don’t have anything else on the books right now.”
It was my decision, but he was right: I’d accepted far sketchier jobs in the past. If these pages existed, I would see them first and be the one who made the decision to hand them over. Maybe I was being stubborn.
I turned back to face him. “Fine, but if this blows up, it’s on you, and if it turns out to be a good idea, I knew it all along.”
Cole smiled at me. “Of course.”
Ambrose cleared his throat as he came into the room. “Have we decided?”
“I think we have, but I want to know more about what we’re dealing with before we go.”
“Of course. I’ll make sure you have whatever you need for the trip and you’ll have my full support. No expense will be spared.”
“I want to know exactly why you think the pages are where they are and what happened to the people you sent to find them.”
Ambrose walked towards a case with a gold and silver rosary in it. Retrieving a white cloth from his pants pocket, he rid the glass of my hand print. A shiver ran down my back. He made sure there was no trace of me left before he answered my question.
“Richmond is a small town in Northern England. There once was an abbey there and though it’s in ruins now and was never Benedictine, I believe the pages were taken there centuries ago and forgotten. The abbey was closed for good in 1536. I believe that the pages were stashed there or in the church that sits beside it, and forgotten.
“It’s one of those things that seems obvious once you know, but I’d been searching all over the world. This was just one place that was a possibility. I believe when the pages were found, it may have been the first time they were taken out of the blessed cloth they’d been wrapped in. They called to me and I wanted more than anything to be the one who answered.
“The pages are powerful. They were written by Lucifer, but I believe it was God who controlled his hand to write those last pages. Think of that. God wrote these pages through his once favorite son.” As he spoke, his eyes were far off and glassy. His fingers moved as if he was touching the bits that had been left in the tome.
“As you know, certain relics of power attract the paranormal. Richmond has become a hub of such activity. There’ve been ghost sightings, men and women spouting the future. Animals have been found dead. Torn apart. I shudder to think what that might be. The Wiccans have claimed they’ve had increased power and the churches have been packed. People who haven’t been in years have been sitting in the pews.”
This guy liked to hear his own voice, but I wanted him to get to the point and answer my question. “What does that have to do with the tea in China?”
“People are searching for an explanation. They need the protection of the church. They need to know that the Lord will keep them safe.”
Made sense, I guess. “I agree something could be going on in that town, but there could be a number of causes. How long were your men in Richmond before they disappeared?”
“They were there for four days. The first three, they found out very little. They met a ghost or two, but nothing about my salvation.”
I really hoped I didn’t roll my eyes when he said that. This guy was just too churchy for me and he was making me drag this info out of him. “What happened on the fourth?”
“One met with the reverend at the church beside the abbey and the other met with the local coven. I never heard from either again, but both felt sure they were going to meet the person who had the pages.
“So either or neither could have killed them. My men were professional investigators, but not believers in the occult or the paranormal. It may have blinded them to a danger that they didn’t see until it was too late.”
“Why us?”
“I know Cole’s family. They’re honorable people. I also know your reputation and you’ve fought your share of demons and ghosts. I doubt anything you come across will take you by surprise. I should have come to a hunter first, but I was too eager to get back what was mine and now two good men are likely dead.”
He didn’t seem like he cared that someone died. I wondered how many people he’d sacrificed in the pursuit of his soul. Ambrose Barlow didn’t seem like he’d changed at all from the terrified monk who sold his soul. A little more polish and a lot more power, but he was still a scared little man willing to do anything to save his own hide. I was willing to put that aside, for now. The pages might do exactly what Barlow said or they might do something far worse. Either way, I wanted to see them first. This man wasn’t making any decision that might affect all mankind. He would always choose himself first.
“When do we leave?”
A smile burst upon the monk’s face, making him look ghoulish in the harsh light. “I can get you on the next flight. I had your documents drawn up, Jael. You’re now officially Jael Allen in the eyes of the world. No more worrying that you might be found.”
I could tell he wanted me to be happy or grateful or both. I was neither. He’d assumed we’d take the job. It made me want to walk away on principle. “I’ve been Jael Allen for a long time. I don’t need a passport to prove it.”
“Maybe not, but this isn’t just fake identification. You have a history that could pass any scrutiny. You could go home if you wanted.”
“Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor. You came to us. Don’t talk about my home. My life is none of your business.”
Ambrose raised his hand. “No, Cole. It’s all right. I overstepped.” He tried to look repentant. I wasn’t buying it.
“We’ll need time to pack and get ready.”
“I’ve used the time we were dining and talking to get your bags packed and ready. Your passports and IDs are there as well. They include a credit card that you can use for anything you think you’ll need. I’ve given you each a cell phone. I want updates as often as possible.”
My hand balled into a fist and started to rise before Cole caught my wrist. This asshole had someone get our personal stuff from our hotel room and then packed it. I hated being pushed into things, even things I knew I should want. I counted to ten before speaking. “Your men who were in Richmond, did they go into the town asking about the pages or did they pretend to be doing something else?”
“I can’t say what they said for sure, but they weren’t the types who would go into a situation with some big convoluted story. I assume they went into town and looked around. I had a contact at the church. The reverend there was supposed to cooperate fully. He did, but he also might be the last person who saw my people alive.”
“Doesn’t sound like a very tight operation.”
“No, it wasn’t. My people had never come up against the supernatural before. They didn’t believe in it. I know that was a mistake and I should have used someone with more experience. I was just so eager. This time, I won’t have to worry about that.”
Against my better judgment, I was going to go. If for no other reason, a whole town was under siege from the paranormal. Whatever the cause of it, they needed someone to help them and if Ambrose Barlow was volunteering to fit the bill, so be it.
Yes I am a tease. I hope you enjoyed the first two chapters of The Devil You Know. Please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy this snippet and rush out to preorder it on amazon. The Devil You Know.
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Let me know what you think. I'd love to hear from you.
<![CDATA[Cover Reveal]]>Tue, 03 Oct 2017 10:55:01 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/cover-reveal
This is the new cover for Heaven's Key. Just a few tweaks. My cover designer Scott Kaelen wanted it to match the cover for the sequel to Heaven's Key. So without further ado, here is the cover for The Devil You Know...
The Devil You Know will be released on October 25, but it's available for preorder now. 
<![CDATA[Keeping Up]]>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 12:39:30 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/keeping-up
Most of the people in the know tell you to keep your personal life out of your professional website. I'm really not good at that. In fact if you read my blog you know it might be the thing I'm the worst at. Maybe that's okay though. Maybe me being me and putting all of what that is into my books is what makes them special. In the five years I've been publishing what I write I've been dissecting bits and pieces of myself and put them in my books. When someone says write what you know, I think that's partially what they mean. If you've felt it then its fair game to be in there.
In the last five years so much has changed for me and I've experienced so many intense things that letting them spill out onto the page, be it here or in my novels, was survival.  It wasn't something I was always aware I was doing. A defense mechanism that allowed me to survive some of the shitty things I was going through or just a reflection of who I was.
As I look back on the last five years, my writing was a neon sign of the state of my life. When I wrote my first book Blood and Loss, I was a happily? married woman, stay at home mom of two children. Life was less stressful, but not as fulfilling. My main character in that book is Cassandra Myles. Some have said she's too weak. They like their heroines strong and independent. (Actually a lot have said they like their heroin strong and independent, why they feel I need to know about their drug use I'm not sure.)
I see why I wrote her that way and I understand her more now than I did back then. Cass loses her family and her magic all in one week. She's broken. She saw her life unfold in a certain way and when fate walks in and shreds any chance of that happening, how is she supposed to act? 
I feel its a myth that we rise like a phoenix from the ashes. We don't. I didn't when I decided, for my own mental health, that I needed a divorce and all that entailed and all the changes that would mean. I didn't raise my sword and cleave those ties and walk away a warrior princess. Life isn't like that. 
Life is lived in moments and small victories and sometimes giant tragedies and they always happen overlapping each other so we experience life like a tempest tost. Cass makes a lot of mistakes and so did I. She learns from them and so did I. She also shows us that a hurt and damaged person sometimes is blinded by that and they don't fly into the sky breathing fire of vengeance, they crawl around on the ground at first. Feeling their way out of the pain. Gathering the bravery to reach out for help. Grasping any flotsam in the calming sea that will allow them to just breathe. During those respites is when we heal. 
The truth of it though is those brief moments don't last long enough. We fall back down and you scream to whoever will listen I'm doing the best I can. I promise. That is the only thing I can promise right now and the next time when the wind stops blowing and ocean is still, you heal a little more you feel even stronger. You evolve. You take back your power. You are stronger than you were. Cass does this. She starts by allowing others to help her, that isn't weak it's survival. She makes mistakes, she is flawed, but she does change.
Once you stand on your own and you look down at the person you were, you don't recognize them. Of course you don't they are still fresh and raw, they haven't been through the changes you have. They act differently, they move differently.
Two years of my own struggle and the years before they even began in earnest and I am not the same beast who started this journey. The only thing we have in common is we do the best we can. The fear of failure is greater, but the creature I've become is more capable of shouldering that burden.
I'm alone now. That doesn't mean I don't have amazing people in my life, people who helped me survive, who made sure I knew my worth, who told me things I didn't believe about me at the time, but I needed to hear. It means that I can stand on my own. Tomorrow I might fall again, but right this moment I feel like things might be okay. 
Am I my new heroine yet? No not even close. Jael is a warrior. She hunts demons and she stands on her own, because of her pain. She has her flaws, but they are hers and she owns every one. 
The fact that last year I had to write her, that in the middle of starting my fifth Cassandra novel she was screaming to be heard and put on paper doesn't surprise me. She didn't come from fairy tale land, she came from all those things I had to go through. I wrote what I knew and it is a privilege to know her.
Since this is a writing blog maybe I should wrap up this catharsis with some writing news. It will all come together I promise. 
So while I was going on this journey and realizing I needed to get a more reliable source of income (as tiny as it is), my writing has been sporadic. I talked about this in my last blog, but its no less true now. I wanted to have so much more done by now and I hate that I still don't have another Cass novel written. Every time someone asks when the next book will be out I cringe, because it will not be before 2018. I wish it could be, but it can't. Oh that feels good, Confession really is good for the soul, but if you haven't signed up for my newsletter yet then you can receive your very own FREE Cass novella. I did find time to do that and its a Cass/Quintus origin story.
Jael is back or will be by the middle of September. Her cover is done. The almost final draft has been to the editor and then given to my beta readers. They have given me some amazing feedback and I am using it all to make The Devil You Know my best novel yet and I think it is. Once I'm satisfied the manuscript will go back to my editor for a final polish and I hope I can get that all done before the middle of September. 
I've also written a first draft of a novelette that's a prequel to Heaven's Key. A little glimpse into Jael's life before she meets Cain and Cole. That will be free. It will be my way of saying thank-you for being so patient with me. I will polish that up while I start on Blood and Pack the next novel in the Cassandra Myles Witch Series. So things are getting back on track, slowly, but we are moving forward.
I thought it would be hard to go from writing Jael to Cass, but I think this blog has helped me get back into her head and love that sarcastic, sweet witch all over again. Plus I miss Killian and Dominick. Their friendship is something that was a surprise and  I love them too. 
Oh you thought I forgot about the bum pillow didn't you? Well I'm going to the UK for almost 3 weeks. I went last year and it was for me one of those times I got stronger. It was a calm peaceful place, where I got to heal and really relax. I fell in love with the town of Richmond in North Yorkshire so much I set The Devil You Know there. If my life were a novel then this will be my rest before the final battle. I get to spend time with a very special man, someone who I love with all my heart and who has been my flotsam through this whole experience.  
The butt pillow is because after a flight across the ocean, another to Northern England, a train ride and then a short bus ride my ass aches like a bitch. There is a solution for everything and sometimes it's just how you perceive the problem. This time the solution was a blow up pillow that will allow me a little more comfort than a coach airplane seat is capable of. If only all life's problems could be solved with a trip to the store. 
So that's me, my butt pillow, all the news about my writing and maybe, hopeful, soon ... for the first time this century, I'll be single again. 
The next blog will be much more upbeat I promise. The next blog should be my cover reveal for The Devil You Know so stay tuned ...

<![CDATA[Writer's Guilt]]>Mon, 15 May 2017 13:33:00 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/writers-guilt
Psst over here, yeah you. I have something I need to tell you. I have a huge amount of guilt. I think a lot of writers have this kind of guilt, especially those who have series. I started a second series and while I would never regret starting the Demon Hunter series, because I love Heaven's Key and the soon to be released The Devil You Know, but I feel like I neglected my other series.
People have been asking when is the next Cass going to be released and I can't tell them because I don't know. I am starting a prequel to the series right now. I just wrote the first paragraph. Felt good, but when you come off of finishing an edit it also feels daunting. Blank page vs pages filled with finished material. I want to have it done already so I can get it out to you. 
It's going to be the story of Lena and Cass. We all get criticism when we write. You need to get a tough skin and take it in. Not all of it will be valid, but some of it will and you need to listen to improve. Some of the criticism I received about Blood and Loss is about a character that appeared in the first five chapters. People seemed to love her. I liked her but I didn't expect the reaction I got.
People were mad that she wasn't in the rest of the book. She is Cass' best friend when she's at the school of magical arts. Lena is a good friend to Cass, but Cass has some terrible things happen to her and she decides that everything to do with Halifax, including Lena was just too painful to revisit. 
People were angry that Cass never contacted her again. That she let that friend go. I thought it made sense, but enough people mentioned it that I had to think... were they right? I came to the conclusion that I can see their point of view. That it was a shitty thing for Cass to do, but people aren't perfect and they do shitty things sometimes. 
Even good people can make mistakes and Cass was one of those people. The other thing I learned was she must have struck a chord with people. Lena with her cookie monster blue Mohawk and her piercings and attitude made people like her a lot. 
So I am going to give her and Cass a novella of their own. Show them as friends. Give Lena a voice. I hope you like it and it makes you all forgive me for taking so long to get book 5 out. It's coming too. In the mean time if you are craving some of Cass' sass, then you can always pick up When Love Casts a Shadow for free when you sign up for my newsletter. click here eepurl.com/b7P_zf to get your free novella.
Okay so that's part one of my guilt. The next part is unfinished projects. I've been writing since I was a teenager. I've been publishing for 5 years. I also had an erotic side to my website that I took down, but it had a lot of material in it. My plan was to publish all the erotic short stories, the erotica novella I had on there, an erotic novel I wrote about 15 years ago. A fantasy novel I wrote and finished, but never edited, the novel I wrote with my writing partner and do the Cass prequel, book 5 and then get to book 3 of Demon Hunter. 
I think I need to make all this happen this year. I just need to clone myself. Maybe five clones should do it. I just ask for patience I'm going as fast as I can. 
<![CDATA[May 01st, 2017]]>Mon, 01 May 2017 14:11:16 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/may-01st-2017
Whenever I finish a book it always makes me want to examine my life. I think it's because each book changes me a little. You pour a lot of yourself into your writing. You work hard and sometimes that hard work doesn't just pay off with a book, but an epiphany. Mine this time was something I already knew, but it shouted at me so I wouldn't forget. It told in a way that I knew I was on the right tract.
I've made a lot of changes in my life, scary changes. I left my husband and we are trying to sell our home. I will move to a new home, to a new life, but the limbo life is the hardest. The seeing a future that is terrifying and new on the horizon, yet still reliving the old life over and over, is a special kind of hell.
I've been wondering if it's because I haven't learned what I need to yet. Have I missed something? When you go through something like this the people who stand by you are special. The people who help you cope are precious, but sometimes that messes with the balance of the relationship. Live in crisis too long and people feel like they know better than you about your own life and they mean well and it's because they love you, but you just end up having someone else telling you what to do.
Sometimes they are totally right and yet you can't explain that you aren't there yet, or to do so might be a step too far. You hate this limbo, but there is a safeness. A familiarity that makes you able to deal with it. You know it isn't good for you, but it's what will keep you sane for the next little while.  All the while you are making progress. Baby steps maybe, but they still move you forward.
Look at me you want to scream. I'm not her anymore as you point the you of a year ago, two years ago. She was brave, but I'm smart. She started this thing, but I carried it forward. Through mud and jungle. I cut myself and fell, but I kept going. You think I stopped too many times, or should have taken another path but I took the path I needed to. 
I learned all the lessons and sometimes I had to learn them more than once, but I did and I am smarter. So I will continue to move forward and do all those things you think I should, I think I should, but it isn't a straight line. I see that now. It's a tangled maze, but I'm making my way. 
So this time, when I finished my book, The Devil You Know, I looked back and I can barely recognize the person who started this book. Change is good and scary. Life is hard, but it gives you rewards, close friends, a wonderful man and two children I would do anything for. The road made many fall to the side, but that is a gift too. Only the steady and true stayed and that earned them my love and loyalty no matter what.
Last night I got out my tarot cards. Hadn't read them in a long time. I picked two cards from the deck. Death and the Devil. It made me smile. Death is change. It's change that is coming whether you want it or not, but it is also a renewal. A cleansing of the old and bringing in the new. The Devil is something that you are bound to. An old habit, a relationship, a drug. It's a false imprisonment though, because all along you had the power to leave. To walk away. To break the chains that held you in place. The Devil whispers that you need him, that without him you will fail.
He lies. He tells you these things because he needs you. His power comes from your power. You give it freely and you can take it back.
The Devil You Know just became so much more meaningful. My intuition is back. I'm back and I'm ready. Look out world here I come. 

<![CDATA[Ode to my Home]]>Thu, 09 Feb 2017 13:36:48 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/ode-to-my-homePicture
Why do I love it here so much? Why has this magical place allowed me to create 8 novels and hundreds of pounds of fruits and veggies? See for yourself. When I moved here from the city I never thought I could be capable of any of those things. I had never grown more than few tomatoes on the back deck and I had never finished a novel. 
My kids were 4 and 8 when we moved here. Now they are 11 and 15. The schools here are everything you'd want in a school. Teachers who care. Teachers who will go the extra mile. Never a problem with bullying or fights. I can say I love all their friends and all the new friends I've made since moving here. This isn't just a home to me, its a spring board for anything creative I've done since moving here. 

They say a picture is worth a thousand words and when we bought this place it was winter. We had no idea what a deal we had gotten. What secrets hid under the blanket of snow. What potential was waiting to be unveiled come spring. These were things that were here already. I would eventually clear a large piece of the land to create a garden big enough to more than supply a family of four with fruits and veggies for the year. The first thing we discovered was the enormous perennial garden in the middle of our driveway and strewn all over the property. One year I counted 350 peony flowers. My favorite flower, but just the tip of the iceberg.
Then we took some of the yard and we planted our own garden. Enough to make sure we would always have fruits and veggies for the year. I'm proud of everyone of our harvests.
Along with the hard work of the garden comes one of my favorite times. The harvest is an exciting time. You plant a seed and you hope that all your work will pay off and when it does its so exciting. It even comes with some special friends. 
I don't just love the summer here, although if you like the heat and sun it is an incredible place to be. There is a beautiful lake 2 minutes away. We go swimming there almost everyday during the summer. Now let me introduce you to the fall and winter. Fall is my favorite time to hike our woods and we have 40 acres of woods and trails. The best surprise when we were able to explore the woods was finding the small lake in the back. You can't swim in it it's too shallow but skating and cross country skiing can be done most of the winter.
The neighborhood isn't too shabby either. There is a farm just up the road where we get all our meat. Meeting all the animals and seeing how well they are treated and how good they taste is a privilege. My kids also snowboard all the time because the hill is only 10 minutes away. 
​We have this incredible property for sale not because we want to leave this place, but because sometimes things change and you need to move on we are letting it go. I hope whoever buys it enjoys it as much as we did. Its a place for people who loves the outdoors. My kids are better for growing up here and I hope the magic of this place will rub off on the next family to live here.
If you want to check out the inside of the house take a look here .
<![CDATA[The Writer and the Course or Will I be Rich this time Next Year]]>Mon, 02 Jan 2017 23:11:20 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/the-writer-and-the-course-or-will-i-be-rich-this-time-next-year
This is the first blog of many that detail my journey of trying to increase my sales and make a living doing my favorite thing in the world. Well my second favorite thing. My first go will be doing the course First 10,000 Readers.

Full disclosure. I watched the first video of the course (First 10,000 Readers) way before Christmas and planned to write this blog shortly after, but... blah presents blah cooking turkey blah blah wine and drum roll it's now the second of January. Good news though because I took notes. I love taking notes. I know it's nerdy, but I have always loved that, I can still write this blog with clarity. 
The course is huge.  The course covers everything you will need to take your book from zero to hero and according to the intro video each section is given in a step by step very detailed, even an idiot about these things like me could follow.
For your money you get to join a private facebook page where all students get to comment and ask for help if needed. I have been a part of it for almost a year and it really has helped. Morale and technical support abounds on that page.
You also get the Core Training, broken down into 6 modules, which in turn are broken down again so everything should be easy to follow. I will let you know as things progress. 
Module One 
Ruling the Retailers - this one sounds scary
Module Two
Drive endless traffic - this sounds more like it. I can get behind endless traffic.
Module Three
Convert traffic into subscribers - Who wouldn't love oodles of subscribers. Oodles of people to tell when you have a new release.
Module Four
Engage your audience - That seems important.
Module Five
The ultimate launch template - Yes I need this. If this module helps me with my next launch I will be one happy woman. 
Module Six
facebook - profit on autopilot. My two favorite words. 
Then there are bonus videos such as interviews with 6 very successful authors. Automate your mail chimp, etc etc hey buy the course if you want more info. No wait no follow my journey and then buy it or buy it and do it with me. Oh yes please. Please please. Buy it and do it with me, but let me know you are. If you don't then it's like you didn't even do it. Stay tuned for module one. Oh and the guy who does the videos is British and he has a seriously sexy accent.

<![CDATA[Money and the Writer]]>Mon, 19 Dec 2016 14:12:37 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/money-and-the-writer
In the middle of last minute Christmas madness, I've decided to finally start (well restart, I've started it quite a few times and never finished it) the course I bought last year. I could give excuses like my life has been a shit pile and buckling down to do this course wasn't my number one priority, but that would only be part of the story.
The other reasons are that a lot of people have been very successful using this this course and if I don't do well, then I guess this writing thing is not meant to be. (Yes that is how my mind works). Another reason, it involves doing things I hate and aren't exactly my forte. Things like setting up mailchimp, using advertising to build a mailing list, making graphics, just generally using the internet to build a mailing list and many other things that make me want to crawl back into bed.
Also some of the things that it recommends trigger my anxiety, like if I have a big release party no one will care or my giveaways won't work, or spending money on adverts will be a waste of it. So I'm going to tell my internal dialogue to go to hell and to make a long story short if I can do this course and make it a successful endeavor then anyone can.
I won't be giving you total specifics because Mr. Stephenson's course, Your First 10,000 Readers is his baby and it isn't for me to give it to you, (plus he might sue me) but I will be giving you an honest account of how things are going and what I'm doing to make it happen or not happen.
I'm also starting back into running amazon ads. I have done this before with great success and some really poor results. I haven't run one since October so we shall see how things go this time around. So whether you are an author who gets excited when his mom buys a copy of his latest endeaver or you already have some moderate success we can all improve and I hope you come along with me. Cheer me on, give me advice ask me what you like. My sales could not be lower at this moment so we can only go up. Right....? Right...? RIGHT!!!!! Stay tuned for a review of the welcome video and the first module called Rule the Retailers. Sounds kinky, but everything sounds kinky to me I have a dirty mind. It makes life way more interesting that way. 
<![CDATA[Digging Deep and Hoping it's Enough]]>Thu, 08 Dec 2016 20:25:21 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/digging-deep-and-hoping-its-enough
First I want to emphasize that everything I say is my point of view. My ex will have his, but I can only relay how I feel and what I see as the truth. 
Second I want to thank everyone who left a comment or contacted me on personally. I thought maybe I had made a mistake writing that post. Airing my dirty laundry, but judging my the response, I'm not alone in this fight and reaching out to those who know how it feels just might keep me sane and it might help others too. I'm here for anyone who needs to talk or going through the same thing. 
The ex comes home today. He's been gone for about a month and a half. I have been through this before and I know how things will go. My anxiety will get worse and worse as the time gets closer. So I did something I didn't want to. I went to the doctor and asked for something to help me get through it. I hate taking extra medication. I hate taking the meds I'm on but they help and without them life isn't fun. The meds never get rid of the anxiety, but they put a dull edge on it, making it a little easier to cope.
Let me explain how I experience my anxiety. Not the kind we all experience from time to time, I get that too. I'm talking about the big mac daddy of anxiety. The kind that sometimes comes along for no reason and sometimes is trigggered by stress or any of the other triggers that can bring it on.
When it's really bad it starts off with muscle tension, headaches and my neck always gets bad. I clench my jaw and I get jaw headaches and sometimes tooth pain. I try my best to relax, kick the thoughts out of my head. Sometimes it feels like I can never get a deep enough breath. It feels like something is hugging me too tight. Thoughts start zipping through my brain. Depending on the circumstance. Right now since the ex is coming home, it's the house isn;t clean enough. You didn't get this done or that done. Sometimes it feels like there is no way all the things that need to be done will ever be done. 
I'm failing at life. My books suck. Everything is all my fault. I need to get more done. The list goes on. The worst thing is that these thoughts make it hard to do anything. They whip around in my brain like a tornado. Banging against the side of my skull, making it heard to think of anything else. 
It's like having someone following me around screaming in my ear, while someone else is squeezing me tight around my chest. It's hard not fly off the handle because you are using every ounce of brain power to function. You just want to zone out. I can have all that going on and you could be interacting with me and not even know what was going on in my head.
That's how I'm feeling today. I'm cleaning the house like a crazy person. My anxiety is as high as its ever been. I'm trying my best not to be short with the kids. My left side, the side I hold most of my tension in, is screaming in pain. 
I don't hide my anxiety from people but I don;t advertise it either. I'm a lot of things and anxiety is just one tiny part. When you look at me I want you to see a lot of things, mom, author, dirty mind, animal lover etc. I have been dealing with this since I was 19. Sometimes it doesn't come around and sometimes it slinks in, hunkers down and stays. An unwelcomed guest that always stays too long. I will never be rid of it. I did find a medication that worked for almost five years. It was an amazing five years, but they stopped working and I haven't found one that works as well.
I'm not sure how long he will be home this time, but I will get through this. I will carry on. Business as usual because what else can you do? 

Thanks for listening. 

<![CDATA[Divorce and the Writer]]>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 12:25:08 GMThttp://electagraham.com/electas-blog/december-05th-2016
So here I am writing a blog after quite a long time and wondering what I am going to say. I haven't written one in forever. I find it hard to write these posts without being honest and I've been kind of been hiding something (and by hiding I mean I just haven't been ready to talk about it.). September 2015, my husband and I of then 18 years decided to divorce. It is way more complicated then that and I think he might have a totally different version, but this is the one I'm willing to share.
I'm sharing this much, because there are a lot of women out there like me. Stay at home mother, tries to keep everyone happy, tries her best to be the best and yet seems to always fall short. Living a life that is slowly killing her, yet not knowing what to do to change it. Yes I tried a lot of things. Yes I tried marriage counselling. I wanted to have a happy marriage. I had never intended to be a divorcee. How cliche, how sad it felt, but when it came down to my sanity or being on my own I chose me.
That is an incredibly hard choice for someone who almost always puts everyone first. I don't say that to tell you all how good I am. Putting everyone first all the time is stupid and unhealthy and I was being stupid and unhealthy. I was and still am a military wife. Every summer I grew our vegetables for the year and canned and preserved a boat load of food. 
My daughter was struggling in school and we found out she has a hard time processing phonetics. The basis of all language. I became her tutor. I have GAD. Generalized Anxiety Disorder and even became good at that. I can be having a full blown anxiety attack and you would never know. Why? Because I didn't want pity or to worry anyone. 
My daughter started to develope anxiety and we trigger each other sometime and I blame myself for her having this struggle but together we are figuring things out. I'm a veteren of it after all and we are going to get through it and she is going to be the strongest person on the planet.
I also write books. I hope you know that if you are here. I write them and promote them. Self taught FYI, just like everything else. People would often say how do you do it all. The answer is by dying a little inside. Doing all that and being the major emotional support for the family isn't sustainable. It's insane to even try and it's selfish. I was selfish. It's easier to try and make everything perfect than to admit you need help and you are struggling.
So now at 46 I am trying to figure things out. Things I should have got down in my twenties. Things like I matter and if I want something thats okay. Things like I deserve to be happy and no one will make me feel guilty about that. Okay that's a total lie I feel guilty all the time about this divorce, but I ignore that voice. I tell her to go fuck herself, she never goes away, but she does get a tiny bit quieter each time.
So now here I am, still living with my ex, I'm in our old room and he is in the basement. He isn't here much, he's in the military and he has been sailing most of the year. We are selling the house. I love this place, but it's just a building and the kids and I will find a new place, a place that will become home. 
I now have to work towards supporting myself financially, now that I've made such great strides in supporting my mental health, I now need to move towards being financially independant. I hope someday I can do that with writing, but that isn't today. 
So inbetween my personal journey I am going to be doing a course that sounds very promising. It's one that is supposed to increase sales. I'm hoping that is true. For all this women who are going through this I hope you stay strong. For all those struggling writers come on this course with me I will be posting what the course is and how it is working in future blogs and I will be sharing the progress of how things are going in my personal journey too. I want to share this with my readers and my fellow writers. I want to share it so we can be honest about separating a family. It's only about one million times harder than I thought it would be. 
I only have a nervous break down every now and then and I thought why not share all those tough times and good time. It might help someone going through the same thing. I know quite a few ladies and gentlemen who right are struggling and maybe we can struggle together. 
All is not doom and gloom. As cliche as it is, you do learn who your friends are and I have some amazing people who have kept me kinda sane. Sane enough to get out of bed and do the things that we all have to do. I have two amazing kids, seven books out and one on the way and I'm feeling like 2017 will be the year it all comes together. 
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Heaven's Key is the first book in my new series Demon Hunter



Blood and Loss is the first book of my paranormal romance series Cassandra Myles Witch Series. 

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