Today
I sat on a rooftop overlooking the city, the muggy heat of the Miami night pressing on my shoulders. I didn't feel the heat, or the soft undercurrents of wind as it tried to whip me off my precarious perch. I felt nothing beneath the hollowness of my aching heart. Seeing Stephan with her, hearing his heart wrenching pleas for her to stay with him, and watching as they embraced, was simply too much for my wounded heart to bear.
I ignored the pink tinged tears that refused to abate. There'd been so much pain in my life; I could no longer remember a time when hope existed. Secretly, I treasured the tears. They represented my broken heart, and wouldn't exist if I didn't have the capacity to hope, to love. That I was still capable of hope amazed me.
I sat on the rooftop of the tallest building in Miami and thought about what I'd do next. I certainly couldn't go back to Stephan's. Watching them together, night after night, expressing their love in gestures or looks, would hurt beyond measure. It was time for me to move on.
A shiver of fear slithered up my spine. I'd never been alone before. I'd never experienced the wide incalculability of life's infinite possibilities. The opportunities were an endless expanse in front of me. I could do anything, be anyone or go anywhere I wanted to go. I could see snow.
In my four hundred twenty-two years of life, all I'd ever known was the tropical paradise of my homeland, followed by the tropical paradise of Southern Florida. I secretly held a love of the cooler climates in my heart, hidden behind a well of pain no one could cross. Excitement followed fear. Should I dare go into the unknown, be an invisible person in the vast openness of the country? Should I venture out into the north, where I'd be unprotected, unknown and have to rely solely on myself for survival?
I shook, but could no longer tell if it was from excitement or fear. Perhaps it was a little bit of both. A small smile curved my lips as I thought of finally escaping the clutches of men, and living my life as I was meant to. I shed my final tears for the man who saved me, for the vampire I dearly loved, and for the life I'd so foolishly thought we'd build together once he realized how perfect we were together.
It was time I lived.
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Jean Booth Author Bio:
Jean Booth was born in Las Vegas, Nevada on a sweltering summer night. She's spent most of her life in the midwest, alternating between Michigan, Minnesota and Florida before returning to her roots to settle down with a husband and 9 cats. She, along with those that know her, affectionately refer to her as "The Crazy Cat Lady." She's worked in healthcare for the entirety of her adult life and was challenged in 2010 to finally start writing the stories that live in her head. She's an Indie-author specializing in Paranormal Romance, but tends to dabble into erotica, horror and suspense. While not seeking the notoriety of being a raunchy romance novelist, fans have been known to have said this about her love scenes: "Hot, steamy, detailed and so explicit I couldn't wait to be alone with my man!"
When not writing, Jean enjoys cruising on the back of her Kawasaki ER-6n with her husband next to her. She's an avid reader, reading everything and anything fiction. She's also considered to be extremely "crafty", making everything from clothing to jewellery to painting the cover art for each book.
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Synopsis of Created:
Four hundred years ago, my life was destroyed. Everything I knew and loved was obliterated as my powers surged for the first time. My family, my home and my life were taken from me, in flames.
I was transformed against my will into an abomination, a dizzien of hell to forever walk the night, a vampire. For four hundred years I've walked this earth, the painful screams of my family a constant reminder of the monster I am.
I've never known love, or the gentle touch of a man. The only respite from the agony of my existence was the three hundred years spent with Stephan. Although, once She came, I was again tossed aside, shunned and ignored.
Never again!
I'm done with being condemned, suffering for the consequences of something I didn't know I was capable of. It's time I lived.
My name is Victoria, and this is my story.
CHOICE - http://www.amazon.com/Choice-Origins-Supernaturals-ebook/dp/B004LLIZIS
CHANGED - http://www.amazon.com/Changed-Origins-ebook/dp/B006K7TXBY
CREATED - http://www.amazon.com/Created-Origins-Supernaturals-ebook/dp/B009QVQSF0
CONSUMED - http://www.amazon.com/Consumed-Origins-Supernaturals-ebook/dp/B00AR28L7K
CREATED and CONSUMED are the two that Jean would like cover reveals for.
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