I’ve been revising/rewriting Book 3 in my Legends of Oblivion series
This is a fantasy/ paranormal romance
Excerpt (WIP) War of Darkness Book 3 Legends of Oblivion
The sun cooked Gillespie’s skull, but he forced his legs forward. He didn’t know how to swim, but the tide pushed her toward him like a child bored with its toy.
When his fingers brushed the edge of her tunic, he hauled her to him and flipped her on her back. Her dark hair plastered to her face. Lips as pale as the whitewashed walls at home, but formed a perfect mouth.
Instead of kissing her, he lugged her back to the beach. He had to make sure she wasn’t bitten or scratched first. Then he’d give her the kiss of life his ancestors had taught him. He’d only used it once before, and at the time hadn’t believe it would work. Ruth, a tiny imp of a girl had fallen into a well. When they dragged her out, she wasn’t breathing and her lungs were full of water.
Gillespie had shoved everyone aside including her wailing father. He pressed his mouth to hers, covering her nose, and pushed his air into her. The people around him had been outraged, but he had been taught this by his mother, and her mother, and so on. Probably a remnant of when his people used to live by the sea and drowning more common than in Fafniron. Amazingly, it had worked and Ruth sputtered out water until he thought she were a water demon that would soak them for defiling dead body. But no, after she coughed for several minutes, she was fine.
Through the waves, he carried this woman’s lifeless body towards the shore. Please let it work again, the miracle. She was light in his arms as he trudged over to a flat boulder where he laid her down. Without waiting to get out of the water, he pinched her nose, then blew into her mouth.
Her lips were cold. Numbing.
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Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.
Divorced and disillusioned of love and believing all the love songs and books exaggerated, she put aside her creativity for life. Many years past before characters, from the familiar to the freshly conceived, came to her again, but this time teasing at a new passion, the written word.
Gradually, her real life hero brought love and magic back into existence. During the time when her characters were getting reacquainted, the love of her life was showing her that true love never gives up and rekindles no matter how many times others attempt to extinguish it. Today, she is happily married with three children.
Andrea believes in the power of change and delighting in each moment. But most fervently, she believes in the magic of love and imagination again.