Happy Friday everyone!
Here’s something different from my movie reviews (don’t worry I’ll put up another tomorrow). A fellow author at DP is releasing here second novel and of course I’m happy to help. Here’s all the details on it, have a great weekend!
How far would you go to get back what you lost?
The second installment in KG Stutts’s Amethyst Chronicles is now available!
Ember Wilson lost it all when she lost her Amethyst transformation. Her abilities, her team, and her self-confidence seemed to vanish with her purple eyes. She has to find out who she is when she’s not Amethyst. Her internal conflict will tear at those who care the most.
Through her soul searching, she pushes everyone away. She’s afraid to accept herself, let alone the love of the men who desire her. When a lead to resolving her situation is presented, she will risk everything to follow it. In the end, is Amethyst worth risking her heart?
She gripped the staff with both hands, moving to strike Lewis’s wrists. At the last second, she flipped it up and struck him on the side of his head. Lewis stumbled back, cursing and sputtering. She didn’t give him any time to recover before moving in. But he was ready for her tactics. The end of his weapon hit her mouth, busting her lip open, before swinging down and hitting the back of her knees. Ember fell on the mat, the air rushing out of her body as her staff fell out of her hands and rolled away. Lewis stood over her with his staff pointed at her face.
“And that’s three,” he said.
She looked up at him, breathing heavily. Her head pounded and sweat rolled down her face. She touched her lip and frowned at the red droplets of blood on her fingertips.
“So it is.”
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. He tossed the staff aside and extended his hand, moving so she could get up. He gently touched her chin and frowned.
“I didn’t mean to bust you open.”
“It’s a tiny cut.”
“Looks pretty deep to me.”
“Only because you’re used to me healing already.”
“It’s going to take a while to get used to you not being -” He stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Me not being what? Finish your sentence.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t.”
“Finish your sentence,” she ordered.
“Not being purple,” he said, letting out a haggard breath.
She smacked his hand away and walked toward her clothes.
“Come on, Wilson. You know I’m sorry.”
She snorted as she pulled on her pants. “Of course you are. Everyone is. The doctor is sorry he didn’t catch the croceus poison before it nearly cost me my life. The nurse is sorry she aided in the blood transfusion. My father is sorry I can’t rejoin my military commission. Commander Stewart is sorry he can’t recreate the procedure. Liam is sorry he can’t understand what I’m going through.” She spun around, fire raging in her eyes. “And I’m sorry I let myself wallow in misery. But I’m not sorry anymore. Now I’m just angry!”
She stormed out of the training room, leaving her shirt on the floor and Lewis alone with his jaw hanging open. She brushed past the people in the hallway, not caring about the gawking looks she got for walking away in her bra.
About the author:
K.G. Stutts is the author of several sci-fi romance series as well as couple of romance stories. She has a degree in massage therapy. As a contributor to Independent Writers Association (IWA) her insights can be seen regularly there and on her own blog at kgstutts.blogspot.com and her website at kgstutts.com
When she’s not weaving words, she enjoys reading, playing RPGs, hockey, wrestling, and football, and is a big sci-fi nerd. Currently she resides in North Carolina, USA with her husband, Brad.