this one s just a mixture of the books I am writing at the moment, as each one is complete I will add them individually. Meanwhile I can share excerpts and info with you as I write them. I will keep each book excerpt seperate with a title and genre for you.
My name is Katherine Mills, I write under three different pen names for different genres. I have four books coming out from an earlier version and all will be completely revised. I have a history of poetry and lyric writing and some of my poetry is published through the American poet society.
This is from the novel," The Curse of the Wind Walkers."
Akita is a simple girl or at least she thought she was. She never had time for love, her life was about helping others.
Now she is in a new world, with love in the air and she is wondering how the hell is she going to make this work with everything that has happened.
I love this part <3
I am currently working on 5 books and I want to keep you updated on them.
The sun rose silently in the sky, waking up the sleeping flowers and weeping branches. A nice breeze traveled through the air, delivering sweet smells of the lilac bushes in the far north corner of the village. Akita opened her eyes softly and peered towards the window at the stream of light that lit up the room. Her first thoughts were of Trace and how she couldn’t take her eyes off him last night, she laid there for so long last night thinking about him, and then dreamt about him the rest of the night. The dreams felt so real the way he took her in his arms, kissing her like she was the only one for him. Akita smiled and wished in her heart that it was true but knew she probably wouldn’t have enough time in this world to have any kind of life. That was one thing she was gonna miss, the chance to have something that was only hers. She sat up and raised her arms, reaching up towards the ceiling. She could feel the tendons in her back stretch and each muscle pulling just enough to bring them back to life. She thought about going to search for Trace but felt a bit shy after the vivid dreams she had, the moment she saw him it would be written all over her face.