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.
I am what they call a hybrid writer and new to the business. I have always enjoyed writing but never gave it any serious thought until 2016 when I started writing “The Darkest Side of the Moon.” Before that I mainly wrote poetry which has been published through The American Poet Society and is in their library. I also wrote lyrics for a few of paramounts musicians which is up for grabs in their country catalogue. Currently I'm working on 5 books, including the sequel to The Darkest Side of the Moon. I try to help animals as much as I can. I feed the strays in my area everyday, but there is too many to keep up to, I also have a line of products on redbubble for that very cause. I love Animals, nature, music, movies, and art of all forms. My dream is to be living somewhere with a view, where i can build my animal santurary, and a back yard for my puppy.
I loved writing this book, and although I loved all my characters, my favourite villian was the killers mistress.
She is cocky, self confident but has a serious case of stockhome syndrome.
In this scene she portrays her confidence in such a way that makes the ones of her world view her as a queen, but what is she really?
Her snake is her companion, he is by her side all the time and mirrors her personality.
I am currently working on 5 books and I want to keep you updated on them.
“Oh no! It is them. She is back, I know it’s her,” she said. The rest of the group leaned over and watched, waiting to see if anything showed up. A set of spiralling stairs appeared before their eyes, and soon they saw a figure of the scary woman. The dark woman’s body swayed with each step she took. She walked quickly up the stairs, each step would turn to dust as she reached for another. Her snake scurried up the banister, twirling and pushing, trying to keep up to her. The scowl on her face showed she was displeased. Without another thought, the woman disappeared into the rocks that stood in front of her.