So…Here is are sample chapters from my work in progress…Chapter C is a little hot and heavy, so I have password protected it. Serious, Adult readers may request the password for access.
Chapter A -
Kate landed hard on her back, her butt leaving a furrow in the sand. She shook her head, jaw numb from the blow. What was this thing? If it weren’t for the spirit of the Bear, her head would probably be in another state by now. Considering the bruise that would be there tomorrow, that might not be such a bad thing. Arching her back, she kicked herself up. It had been a long time since she practiced Te Kwon Do, and it felt good that she could still pull off the maneuver.
“You are going to have to do better than that,” she said to the bird-headed creature. The demon stared back at her with cold black eyes. It cocked its head and chirped. Kate got the distinct impression that it was a derisive remark. The Bear did not take it well. Blinded with rage, she charged at the monstrosity with a roar. She tucked in her chin and leveled her shoulder at the beast’s midsection. The bird-headed demon let out a trilling laugh and spread its arms wide, welcoming her. Had Kate been thinking clearly, or had chose a different fetish to evoke, she might have slowed her charge. The Bear was not concerned.
She ducked lower, planning to hit it below the waist, and then flip him over his back. It was a nice plan. Then she hit a solid wall of muscle, leather and feathers. The bird creature slid back a step in the sand spreading its wings in counter-balance. There was no flipping going on here. A little voice reminded Kate that no plan survives contact with the enemy.
The demon slammed both of its fists down on Kate’s back. Pain sparked down her spine. Even with the power of the Bear, numbness spread and her knees began to buckle. Black spots and little stars flashed clouded her vision. Her left knee hit the sand. One hand grabbed on to the leather strap securing the demon’s breastplate trying to keep her off the ground. Her other hand reached insider her jacket, fumbling for something in her pocket. Without thinking, she found her knife but struggled to get it out of the leather sheath with one hand. Her thumb slipped off the snap. She had to hurry. Another blow would put her down. Then who would help Raquel?
