Welcome Shyla as always….readers this is a peek at a release coming out in July 2013!
First I just want to say thank you to Nikki for having me by her blog again. It’s always a good time here.
When I was thinking about what to write I thought it would be fun to take you back to the beginning when the story first formed in my mind. If you create anything, be it crafts, poems, stories, videos, etcetera, you understand what the spark is. The moment something clicks in your brain and a new piece starts to take shape. I’m fascinated by angels. Maybe it’s the catholic upbringing? So many hours of religion class, mass, Sunday school…. It’s bound to make you wonder what if, right? One show that blew the roof off the mother that is my mind when it comes to the winged wonders was , Supernatural. If you follow me you know when it comes to Sam, Dean, Bobby and Cas, I am a mega fan girl. *beams proudly.
I was re-watching old episodes when I came across this scene. Scene here Long story short, an angel and a demon get a little hot and heavy. Something sprung to life in my brain and out grew ,Heavenleigh Spirit, daughter of an angel and a demon. With one foot in both worlds she’s spent her lifetime, shunned, ignored, and tempted to ‘join the darkside. Together with her mother, a fallen angel who goes by the name Layla, she’s carved out a niche at their bar, Purgatory. Purgatory is Switzerland. The neutral place all who mean no harm can convene. Their Motto? What happens in Purgatory , stays in Purgatory.
Heavenleigh doesn’t just run the bar with a neutral policy, she lives her life by it. She pretends not to see the demons, and for the most part they do the same. Protected by angels who see her as an abomination by ancient magic spells referred to as wards, she lays low. Then an angel falls from the sky right in front of her, and life as she knows it changes.
Born to a fallen angel and a demon, Heavenleigh Spirit has never truly fit in. Shunned, tested, and ridiculed, she’s hardened her heart, building a wall around her none are allowed to scale. Carving a life for herself running the neutral bar, Purgatory, she caters to all things winged , clawed, and other. Provided they play nice. When she breaks her middle of the road stance to rescue a newly fallen angel she gets more than she bargained for.
The amnesic angel awakes in the bed of the only woman he’s ever lusted after with nothing more than the knowledge he was sent to protect her. Struggling to remember who he is, and why she’s in danger, he fully embraces the passion between them that blazes hotter than hell fire. When the truth about his mission comes out he must fight to convince her the love they share is real, and he’s not going anywhere.
In an ironic twist of fate the woman cast aside for a birthright she never asked for holds the keys to the worlds ruin or salvation.
She was almost home when a brilliant flash of life lit up the sky. To anyone else it looked like a falling star, or meteor, but she knew better. The high pitched vibrations coming off the light in waves screamed grace. An angel was falling to earth. She should go home and mind her own business. The short lived battled ended when she veered to the left. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she had to see it for myself! When she reached the ‘crash’ site smoke billowed from a wooded area. Parking, she leapt down from the jeep, and jogged into the forest, mindful of roots and fallen logs. She neared a giant crater in the center of a glen.
Dark shadows began to slither up from the bottom of the trees. The angel would be disoriented and weak. It wouldn’t stand a chance against an attack of this magnitude, especially with its powers depleted. She had an unspoken rule, she pretended she didn’t see the demons and they did the same to her. She couldn’t stand here and watch them massacre this poor soul. Imagine if this had been her mother all those years earlier. Resigned to the stupid act she was about to commit she dug deep down into her soul, tapping into the part of her she liked to leave alone.
Flames licked at her skin as she walked over to stand in front of the sunken earth. Her eyes burned and she knew they’d bleed, When she was at peak power they glowed. Holding up her hands she admired the flickering, orange fire before she spoke.
“It is under my protection.”
“Since when do you care mid-worlders?” one hissed. There were four to her one, all lesser lever bottom suckers. She could take them with her hellfire, but it’d cost her. Usage of her demon powers always did.
“Does it really matter?” The flames that surrounded her hands grew, lighting up the area like a bonfire. “Who wants to try me first?”
Whispering rose among them. Time to put on a show. She formed a ring of fire around her and the fallen angel she’d yet to check on.
“Cross it if you dare.”
“You win for now Spirit.” They slinked back into the night, blending seamlessly and she disconnected from her demon side. If she was lucky there wouldn’t be any ill side effects other than being overly bitchy tomorrow. Threat dispatched she spun and examined the hole. The body glowed with holy light, obscuring the details. She sank to her knees and peered over into the edge. Crazy, the smoke rolling out of this hole smells sweet.
As the air cleared she made out a shape cloaked in white. The body twitched.
“I’m here to help you. Can you understand what I’m saying?” Falling was painful and traumatic. It wasn’t unusual for the angel to forget who they were and why they’d come to earth for a time until their body mended and acclimated to the new environment. The light began to fade, revealing features. She gasped. The angel was hot. A shock of chocolate-brown hair fell over his broad forehead leading into a strong jaw and a dimpled chin. His eyelids lifted revealing cobalt blue irises. She’d never had such naughty thoughts about an angel in her life! She flicked her tongue out to moisten her dry lips and did her best to tamp down her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard and her center throbbed.
“Heavenleigh Spirit. I came here for you.”
Her jaw dropped. “You what?”
His body went limp and his head fell back as he passed out.
“Son of a bitch.” Jumping beside him she hoisted him onto her shoulders and groaned. “Pal you’re a lot heavier than you look, and that’s saying a lot given who I am.” Gritting her teeth, she gave up on trying to drag him out and released her wings. A few flaps of the powerful black monstrosities and they were out of the hole. By the time she reached the car it was all she could do to place him in the passenger seat and buckle him in.
“Looks like I’m taking you home. Not exactly how I’d like, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers.”
Rounding the car she slipped behind the wheel of her black jeep, peeled out and burned rubber. Chances were someone was looking for him, and it wouldn’t take long before the humans came with their cameras and news crews.
Told once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.
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