Damien is being forced to marry through the will of his father, Hadrian, The Great Vampire King of their bloodline due to a prophecy that he perceives to be a threat to the races’ survival. Kennedy, legally blind since birth, is an African American woman nearing her thirties has spent the last five years of her life alone-her only companion, an incredibly intelligent Golden Retriever by the name of Hubert, is rescued by none other than Damien one evening from a gang of thugs and as fate should have it, he connects with her instantly.
Awed by her independence despite of her obvious handicap, Damien is smitten by her and desperate to protect her from what should have been an ordinary and mundane existence of a blind person. Unfortunately, his kind are being hunted by a relentless Slayer by the name of Rothbart all because of a misunderstanding orchestrated by his older sister Lucinda, in the quest to protect his family and the new love of his life, Damien and Kennedy discover that she is an heir to the “lost” Faery King and as the story unfolds both of them fight against time to find the salvation they both had been searching for all along.
Well, its time for a LONG OVERDUE update of the series. The first book of this series was published 11 years ago. Can you BELIEVE that? 11 years ago?! It has survived a multitude of my personal ups and downs, but you know what? It’s still here.
So let me get on with the reveal. Each book in the series will be getting a NEW look and interior. Just, stay tuned.
Cullman Alabama, known for hosting one of the oldest strawberry festivals in the United States, its sweet potatoes and overall southern charm, lies an abysmally dark secret that only memories from the past can recall. As a historically known Sundown Town [a community that excluded Black people from simply existing through laws, policies and threats (even acts of) violence, Cullman, Alabama was the furthest place from her mind before Andrea received the call that would drastically change her life. When Andrea and her two best friends, Divine and Kelly take a road trip from California to Alabama, not only are the thick tendrils of racism still prevalent, but there is something insidiously sinister and dark, leaving a deadly mark on the city’s residents. Moses told himself this would be his last mission and then he and his wife Cassandra were done. Finished. After this, he would leave vampire hunting to the younger cats who had nothing to lose but everything to gain. As far as Moses – also known as Mo’- was concerned, they were going to cash out on this final hunt and go live out their golden years on a beach somewhere in the South Pacific. However, something in his gut told him that this wouldn’t be an ordinary vampire hunt. Too many black folks- especially kids – were coming up missing. And as the Sundown town that he knew the city of Cullman to be, Moses understood that there was more than one way for a black person to die… especially if the unfortunate soul was not home before the streetlights came on. Cady never considered to Grams to be crazy, but she also didn’t consider her as sane either. But, despite the mojo bags, blessed charms and daily ancestral rituals, Grams stood as a pillar of the community. And with the recent uptick of missing black kids and adults, Cady would soon realize that everything her grandmother had taught her would become a powerful weapon for the survival of their community.
Each week I will be posting quick comic episodes of the misadventures of some of the characters from The Blood of Sekhmet as we await the next installment in the series. This week, Khufu vs. Jamila – FIGHT!
“I am death,” she murmured. “I am life. I am the primordial force, the darkness before the night. Open up your chasms, grant me the key to open its gates…”
A burst of light flashed into the enclosed space and hovered over Axum’s body, creating a large vortex with spiraling winds in its interior. From the vortex, the loud, mournful wails of lost souls emitted their cries and pleas for help. Nephthys knew that Axum had yet to cross over into the lands of the wanderers and closed the portal with her hand.
“I am Nephthys! Guardian of the sacred wrappings. I protect the dead from disease! I am the final breath taken and the reaping of the soul. Hear me!”
A raspy voice spewed out of another portal that opened above Axum’s chest. “You are not Osiris, the King of the living and the dead. You do not have permission to make such a request.”
“But I am his sister and his power is mine!” Nephthys shouted. With all of her strength, she summed up her magic and directed it into the portal. The voice released a deafening yell as if it were struck by her power.
“To give you the key, would mean an end to the natural order!” The voice spoke.
“You dare to challenge Nephthys? I am one of the first of the Ennead. I hold dominion over the realms of the dead…”
“Whose soul do you seek?” The voice quizzed. “That of which is your husband is no longer within my reach for he is in the Oblivion.”
“It is not the soul of my treacherous husband I wish to revive,” Nephthys declared. “Now, give me the key.”
The voice paused as if contemplating her response. “It is not that of another god in which you seek?”
Nephthys. “No.”
There was another pause and then slowly, a small black key was lowered from the portal and inserted into the center of Axum’s chest. Nephthys observed how the key carefully pierced Axum’s flesh, until the bottom half of the key was plunged into its center.
“Do what thou wilt. The key to the prophecy has just been revealed…” And just like that the voice and the portal disappeared.
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It has been maybe three years since I published the last book in the series. As it stands, the series is incomplete. With two prequels and five concurrent novels, the series is due for two more books- at least that is what I had planned. Now that I think of it, September of this year marked the 10-year anniversary of the series, which is unbelievable. I had lost so much steam for the series, especially when I was forced to acquire an attorney [which costed me a pretty penny] to defend my honor and my series. Thankfully, the situation dissolved, but still… I felt completely and utterly defeated. I tried to keep pushing afterwards, but the experience took a toll on me mentally and I figured all of those years of writing, hoping and publishing was down the drain.
And all for what?
A misunderstanding led by lack of research.
Anyways, it’s behind me now.
But as I began the tedious process of revamping my Patreon which is dedicated to the series, I decided to move forward with finishing the series. It’s only right that I give Sanaya Scott and her team a proper ending. Hell, Cain deserves it.
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This is my revamp, my rebirth and my resurrection. Since my last post, I have published several titles but as you can see, I am still not done. My last and final book has yet to be written. So, I invent you, to embark on this journey with as I shift into the person, the woman, the writer and the spiritual being that I was fated to become. Returning to this site is full circle for me as this is where it all began.
Cain inhaled the rich, husky sweet scent that haunted his senses for the last few months. Great. Just what he needed. He knew that this day would once again arrive. After all, he’d witnessed it time and time again. As a matter of fact, he was the very reason the Light sent a weapon of natural destruction against his kind. He sucked in another deep breath. His skin prickled and tingled as erotic chills coursed down his spine. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be consumed by the sheer force of it. The urge to seek her out intensified. He could easily begin the seduction, convince her to resent her caretakers and turn her against her very instincts.
However, this time around, it would not be so wise to make such a bold move.
Things were different. To make a direct move on a fledgling Huntress would be suicide, and with times being so uncertain with the “end of days” quickly approaching, there was a much bigger plan at stake.
“She is strong…” Cain heard himself say. Licking his lips, his fangs crested at the mere thought of her. Soon she would become a master manipulator of the elements; her thirst for his blood would surpass his own for human; angels would bow to her command and she would lead an army that Napoleon, Nero, and Julius himself would envy. She was designed to be a masterpiece of warrior art. She would come to understand combat as she would lovemaking. Oh, to imagine her as a lover. Intense would hardly be the word to describe what she would be. Goddess of sensuality, Aphrodite, would not be able to hold a candle to her.
He had seen this in the Huntresses that came before this one, but the power that this particular Huntress emitted even at this distance was different.
“I do not know where you are sweet Huntress, but I will find you…soon…” he promised.
The Vampire Hunters Academy, the school for gifted humans and refuge for Guardians had not registered her in their books. Every Huntress born within the last two thousand years had attended that school. Those that came before that, he had to find the hard way. This only meant that the Guardians, those who were destined to protect her, had not found her yet.
Why?
Why would the Light not place her in the care of those most skilled to protect her until she could protect herself? What game was being played? The desire to hunt her, to taste her blood, to have her bend to his will became overwhelming. His gumline thickened, lengthening his fangs. Blood coursed to the baser regions of his body. Blood. That’s what he needed. Her blood. Human blood.
He chuckled at the mere thought of it all; blood is where it began for him. Blood is what he paid for his ever-growing list of sins.
His story began in blood and he held the sneaking suspicion that blood is where his story would end.
He inhaled deeply, appreciating the chill of the night air from the rooftop that overlooked the city. The city’s lights lit up the sky, while humans down below scurried about their meaningless and pointless lives. Licking his lips, he contemplated whom would be his next victim this night, while simultaneously wondering how the humans he fed on lived such short lives but the blood they provided offered him eternity? Blood, his power, his pleasure, his pain – essentially his curse – he would forever remain bound to it. For eternity he would remain a slave to his more basic desires. He was a monster among men, a living breathing plague.
And it all began with blood…the blood of his brother Abel…
