The Chosen’s Cover is Here!!

**Post has been updated to reflect the NEW release date of 2.5.19**

So, I’ve been sitting on this beauty for a while, and it’s been killing me! But today, today I finally get to show her off!

Okay, so there are those who are mad at me for ending book two in the Knight’s Academy series on cliffhanger. I’m so sorry, but it had to be done. Anyway, the book you’ve been waiting for is *almost* here! Just another month to go! The ebook of The Chosen will drop on February 5, 2019!

But, today, I can finally show you the cover. Whoop whoop!

Ain’t she purty?

About The Chosen:

Still reeling from her grandmother’s death, Myka William’s has been chosen to rule her pack, but she isn’t sure she wants the job. It comes with an unwanted fiancé and vampires who are still hunting them down. Running away has always been her go-to answer, but Myka’s finally found what she’s been looking for—home. Running is no longer an option.

As the last female alpha in her pack, Myka isn’t allowed to follow her heart, and she has to fight a battle between her heart and head. Will Myka be able to have the happy ending she so desperately wants?

Along with help from vampires, hybrids, and werewolves she can trust, Myka must learn how to find a way out of her engagement, get the pack to take her seriously, and save her pack from the vicious vampires who want to use them for unspeakable things.

Being the chosen one isn’t as easy as it seems.

And if you haven’t read books one and two yet, what are you waiting for? Get them today! Just click on the photo below to be taken to Amazon. 🙂





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Christmas Wishes

It’s day two of the Christmas Books in July event! And today, I’m sharing a short story that I published in a magazine a few years ago, probably close to ten, I think. Anyway, this was the first Christmas story I’ve written.

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The pictures on the mantel mocked Misty as she sat drinking a cup of hot cocoa.  They were once such a happy family, and as she remembered those cherished moments, Misty wished for a stronger drink.

The holidays were always torture for Misty.  She was supposed to enjoy this time of year, but she couldn’t.  All of her family was gone.  Her son was a CEO, so he moved far away from home.  Kevin never called her or involved her in his life.  It had been five years since she spoke to or saw him.  Her daughter, Keri, married and moved away ten years ago.  Keri kept in touch with her but could never find time to visit.  Misty didn’t know if she would get to see her kids or grandkids this Christmas.

The pain would be easier to deal with if Cameron hadn’t left.  Misty had no one anymore.  She took a drink, debating on adding a little alcohol to the cocoa.  She knew, though, that it wasn’t the answer.  The tears began to fall again.

Misty didn’t think that she could bear another holiday alone.  Thanksgiving had been awful.  Now, Christmas was worse.  All she wanted was to see her family, and here she was, sitting at home alone on Christmas Eve.

Misty found it pointless to decorate.  There was no tree, lights, or a jolly fat man staring back at her.  She had no desire to spend her time looking at the decorations, wishing for her family to be together again.  The decorations would only remind her of the happy times which in turn would sadden her.  Yet, those thoughts came rushing in.

Misty remembered how Cameron and Kevin would spend most of Christmas Eve morning finding the perfect tree.  Keri and Misty would busy themselves in the kitchen, baking cookies for the men and Santa.  They would also begin to prepare the Christmas Eve dinner.  Their home smelt of cookies and cedar, a smell that she missed.

At night, the family would sit by the fire, and Cameron would read the Christmas story and The Night Before Christmas.  The kids had a cookie in one hand and a hot cup of peppermint cocoa sitting beside them.  After the Christmas stories, the kids would set out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa Claus.  Then, they would all hang their stockings over the fireplace.  The family had kept that tradition until the kids moved out.  Misty remembered this all too well, and she wanted her grandkids to experience the same Christmas traditions.

But most of all, he wished Cameron was still her husband. He had divorced her one and a half years ago, and the wound was still deep.  They say time heals all wounds, but Misty couldn’t disagree more.  It still hurt that he just up and left her one morning.  Cameron had only told her that he was leaving.  No explanation why, he just left.  He now had a new family, and all Misty could think was that his new family was experiencing the same traditions that hers did at one time.

It wasn’t fair.  Why was she being punished?  Hadn’t she lived her life as close to perfect as possible?  Why was God doing this?  But she knew it wasn’t God’s fault.

Misty couldn’t see the reason, and she didn’t look for it.  All she knew was that her family had fallen apart, and Misty wanted it back.  That, however, was impossible.  Her family would never be the same again.  That was something she had to learn to deal with.

Only God had the capability to help her through this, so Misty began to pray.

“Lord, I need Your help through this.  Christmas was always a joyous time, and now I’m having a difficult time coping.  I know Christmas isn’t about Santa Claus and all the other things we associate with it.  I know it’s about us celebrating the birth of Your Son and our Savior, Jesus Christ.  I thank You for that, too, but Lord, please help me deal with the pain of not having my family with me.  I need You, Lord.  I need them.”

Her prayer trailed off with that final plea on her lips.

Misty raised her head high, and she felt a peace envelope her.  She set her cup on the coffee table and relaxed.  For once, Misty’s mind was at rest.

Ten minutes later, her doorbell rang.  Misty made her way to the door, thinking it was only Christmas carolers at the door.  No one else would be coming to her house that night, not even Santa.  To her surprise, there stood Keri, Keri’s husband Mike, and their two kids surrounded by luggage.  Kevin was walking up the sidewalk carrying his suitcase.

Tears came into Misty’s eyes as she said a silent thank you to God.  Her grandkids hugged her.  A smile spread across her whole face, and she was gleaming.

“Hi, Mom,” Keri said hugging her.

“Hey,” was all she could mutter as she gave her daughter a hug.

She stepped aside and let her family enter.  Kevin stopped her, and she took him in her arms, memories of him as a child and wanting his mommy, wrapping his arms around her legs popped into her memory.

She let go and followed him inside.  Keri and her family had taken a seat by then.  Misty asked, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“We wanted to see you, Mom,” Keri said, “We missed you and thought that this was the best time to come down.”

“You couldn’t have visited at a better time,” Misty said.

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Don’t forget to stop by and check out the amazing books we have on sale this week during our Christmas Books in July event. Also, we’re partying on Facebook this week and celebrating all things Christmas. Don’t forget to join us there as well.

 

 

Love in Death

Hey guys!

For a while, I’ve been trying my hand at publishing a short story on Wattpad.

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It’s a ten-part series, and over the past five weeks, I’ve been releasing it two chapters at a time. Well, today, I finally uploaded the last two chapters! Yay me!

What’s it about, you ask? Well…

Charity’s life is spiraling out of control. She lost her father to cancer, and without him, her life is bleak. She’s given up, finding solace in the bottle.

Gabe, her best friend, tries to snap her out of her depression, worried about her future, and it’s time that he did something about it.

As Charity begins to find handwritten notes from her father, encouraging her to move on without him, she doesn’t understand why he would do this to her.

With Gabe’s help, will Charity realize that life goes on after death and that her father’s spirit will live in her forever? Or will she give up completely?

Read this YA Inspirational piece in its entirety today!

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Introducing my upcoming short story, Before We Say I Do, which now has a face – sort of!

Back in June, I released Entertaining Angels, and it is with great pleasure that I’ll be releasing the follow-up story to it, Before We Say I Do. Today, I want to reveal the cover for the story set to release on January 13, 2015. Yay! I’m so excited! I fell in love with Chase and Mads all over again!!

Finding that I couldn’t leave my characters, I decided that their story wouldn’t end there, so I wrote Before We Say I Do.

And now, the cover! **SMILES LIKE A GOOFY GIRL IN LOVE**

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About Before We Say I Do:

Following the best-selling first book of the series, Entertaining Angels, comes Before We Say I Do, An Entertaining Angels Short Story.

It’s been one year, and Chase Sanders and Madison Andrews are about to declare their love for one another in the most sacred of ways. Everything has been going perfectly, especially when an old friend returns to town to stand by Chase’s side on their big day. But is Zach there to see their union, or is he concealing the truth of why he’s actually back in town?

Chase has lived perfectly fine without his father around, but now that his father is divorcing again, he is seeking forgiveness. Chase can’t look at his father, let alone forgive him.

Before Chase and Mads can say “I Do,” Chase must first learn to let go of the past before the dark forces that haunt his nightmares come to life.

 Pre-Order on Amazon Now for only 99cents!

**Please note that in order to read this short story when it’s available, you will need to read Entertaining Angels. It isn’t a stand-alone nor is it a prequel. This is the story of Chase and Mads after the ending of their first book together.**

Cover by RocStarr Art & Design

I would also like to thank my cousin and his lovely wife who are the couple on the cover, and my sister who took the photo.

And, one more thing:

Entertaining Angels is among one of the 5,000 novels that have been nominated as Read Free.ly searches for the top 50 Best Indie Books of 2014. You can help by voting for Entertaining Angels here in the “Other” Category as they don’t have YA or Christian genres.

Please, if you loved Entertaining Angels and all it stands for, help me and the other fans get it to the top 50!

Sneak Peek! Inside the Entertaining Angels Upcoming Short Story!

What? You mean to say that I’m writing a short story about Entertaining Angels? That is correct! When did I decide this? When I couldn’t seem to focus on the other books I was writing. 🙂

I needed a distraction. I had already started this, but it was going to be the prologue of book two. (Yes, there will be an Entertaining Angels Book Two!) Then, I thought, well, it would work better if it WASN’T a prologue because it really didn’t have anything to do with the novel in and of itself, so what do I do then? I make it into a short story. So far, it’s a little over 8,000 words long. I forsee it being closer to 9,000 when I’m finished with it. Maybe a little longer.

The focus is on Chase and Mads, so if you haven’t read Entertaining Angels yet, you need to do so. (You can purchase it through Amazon and Barnes and Noble.) Because if you don’t, the short story might ruin the ending of it. So, scurry off to read it now! 😉 Just kidding! Read at your own risk, though.

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Although a big part of this is about Chase and Mads, there’s really a big focus on Chase and an issue that he must first overcome before – well – before I can thoroughly end this story!

Now, remember, this is unedited, but I couldn’t wait to share!

Here is the beginning of my new (currently untitled) short story!

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Zach

The Mississippi Heat bore down on my body as I stared at the church that I’d led Madison to a few years ago. Even as an angel, I had missed being around her and Chase. They had become an important part of my life, and I would never forget them. Just like I would never forget a single human that I had helped reach their greater potential. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to keep up with Chase and Madison like I’d wanted. I was busy with my other jobs, but I’d been granted the day off – well, sort of. I smiled, elated that the day had finally come.

“Zach!”

That voice caused my heart to swell with pure happiness. Madison. I turned around and faced the beautiful woman behind me. She was dressed in a dazzling white dress that hugged every curve that she had always loathed. She’d lost some weight, but I knew that it wasn’t because she thought it would help her feel more beautiful. She was now doing it for a healthier lifestyle.

“You look amazing, Madison.”

Her curls bounced as she ran towards me. She flung her arms around my neck, and I picked up her, spinning her around. She laughed, and I could tell the difference that just one year made in her life, a year of serving God and achieving her true happiness.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her laughter still ringing through the air.

“I heard the big news. Seems like someone sent up an invite.” I smiled at her, and her eyes widened.

Finish the Story!

Seriously.  Finish my story.  I don’t want to.  I have no idea where I want it to go.

This story came from a prompt from my good friend, G.r. Bliss.  You can find that post here.

Now, to the story.  I really wasn’t a big fan of it, but G.r. talked me into sharing it with him.  He didn’t mind reading it so much, so I’m sharing it with you guys.  But, of course, I want you to finish the story.  Is it her husband?  Is it someone else?  Is a werewolf saving her – oh wait, that’s been done.

Finish the story.    And if your ending wins, I’ll send you a free paperback copy of one of my books, your choice.  (Sorry, no international shipping, but you will get a digital copy if you win!)  🙂  You have until the 14th to send your ending.  It can be as long or as short as you like.  The winner will be announced on the 20th!

Send it to emerald_barnes (at) yahoo (dot) com – subject line “Short story ending”  I look forward to reading what you have to write!

My hands were numb.  In fact, my whole body was numb, but it wasn’t from the snow and cold wind that surrounded me.

I walked with no destination in mind, needing to escape.  I didn’t understand what was happening.  I really didn’t understand much.

I slipped my hands into the pockets of my jeans, hoping that would warm them.  Snow stuck to the bottom of my slippers.  I hadn’t even bothered to put on real shoes when the letter came.  I had run out the door, dropping the letter in my wake.

I was at the edge of our property.  An old bench sat there, waiting for someone to come along and rest their weary feet.  But, it wasn’t my feet that were weary.

I collapsed on the bench, the snow melting through my jeans.  My body shook with cold chills.  The wind tossed around my hair, and cold tears ran down my cheeks.  I welcomed the tears.  They were the evidence of some emotion coursing through my mind.  It was better than being numb.  Numb I couldn’t handle.

He was gone.  For good.  There was no coming back from this.  Death was permanent.

The rushing of the water down by the creek drew my attention.  I stood, running towards the water.  My slippers fell off, and I tripped over a log.  I picked myself up and continued running.

I came to a stop on the bank of the river.  I could end it.  I could end everything.  The pain.  The tears.  All it would take was a dive into the water, pulling me under the current and taking my body away.

I closed my eyes and prayed for forgiveness.  Would God grant it to me if I took my own life?  The life of our little one growing in my stomach?  I couldn’t live without him.  He was my everything.  But I couldn’t kill our child.  It wasn’t fair to it.  No.  I’d have to find a way to live with the pain.

I caressed my stomach.  I’d just found out.  I was three months pregnant.  He’d been gone for only two months.  How could his death have happened so quickly?  Why would God let him die?

With one longing glance at the river, I walked back towards the house, praying for some kind of relief.

Someone called my name as I sank to my knees, looking towards the sky.  Cold snow fell on my face.  My body shook violently, and I knew that I had to get inside and warm up my body for the baby’s sake.  But my legs wouldn’t work.  I had no will to keep going.

I sank down, lowering my entire body to the ground.  I covered my head and violent sobs shook my body.

“Traci.”

I was going insane.  I could hear him saying my name.

“Traci.  Get up.”

I wanted to lay here, give in to my insanity if it meant hearing him speak my name one more time.

Warm hands picked me up easily and carried me inside.  A blanket was placed over my body, and a blurry figure walked away from me.

“Oh, Traci.”

The person rested a hand on my forehead.  “You shouldn’t have been out there.”

I forced my eyes open and blinked away the tears.

A Christmas to Remember – for the characters and you!

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Dumbfounded, Garth slipped the safety back into place on his handgun and lowered it.

“Meredith?” he said, shocked at seeing the blue-eyed beauty. She’d grown older now, but she was still as beautiful. Her long brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, and poked out from underneath a pink hat keeping her head warm on this cold night. Her eyes narrowed, taking in every inch of him, and he nervously ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she said, a glimmer of a smile gracing her lips.

“No one is supposed to be here.”

“We got wind of someone new moving in. Guess that was wrong information.”

“Guess so,” he said.

The kids watched him and Meredith, their glances running over his handgun and taking in his haggard appearance.

“When did you get back?” she asked.

“Meredith, now isn’t the time.”

“Would you quit pushing me away? You always do this!” Her voice was low and tight, but not quiet enough. Every kid heard, and a couple of the girls now had grins on their faces and elbowed each other.”

Garth took a step back into the house. She was right—he always pushed her away when she tried to get close to him. He couldn’t have her knowing the truth about him. He didn’t even want to face that truth, what he’d been part of.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, wishing he didn’t sound like a scared four-year-old.

She shook her head and said, “Come on, kids. We’ve got some more houses to sing at.”

With one more glance in his direction, she ushered the young carolers down the sidewalk to a blue van, clearly marked with the name of their church—the church he hadn’t set foot in since he was twenty.

At the van door, Meredith looked back at him and said, “Merry Christmas, Garth.”

With a weary smile, he wished her a Merry Christmas as well. She entered the van and drove away with the kids, stopping at the next farmhouse nearly a quarter mile down the road. He stood on the porch, listening to their voices carrying on the freezing air, until his thoughts about terrorists watching his every movement from the dark shadows of night drove him back inside.

He sat on the worn sofa, careful not to make a sound as he strained his ear to hear the faint songs of the children in the distance. Too soon, van doors slammed, an engine started, and all sound faded away.

Meredith. He’d thought of her every day he was in war. She had been the constant in his uncertain life during his tours overseas. Why did she have to show up now? He didn’t need this distraction. Yet, those blue eyes burned in his mind. She was certainly beautiful. He still remembered the taste of her strawberry lip-gloss after their first kiss—right after her fast-pitch softball team won the regional championship. She’d struck out the last batter in three pitches. That memory—and the smell of her shampoo lingering from the front porch—brought a flood of memories and the emotions.

Garth shook his head. Focus on the mission. He carried the blankets back to the bedroom and dumped them on the bed. Yet Meredith’s look of surprise stayed in his mind as he lay on the cold mattress and stared into the dark.

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Piercing Through the Darkness Piercing Through the Darkness

It’s on the edge of her memory like a word on the tip of her tongue, but Kandi can’t remember what it is to save her life.

Despite being a cop, Jimmy can’t protect Kandi from the one thing that haunts her. She’s in danger and doesn’t even know it. After it happened, her brain repressed her memories of the accident, and now, she’s taking a Biology class under a man who wants to see her dead. The memories have started coming back, and it feels like she’s miles away from him. How can he protect her when she doesn’t even know she needs protecting?

Can these characters pierce their way through the darkness?

 

Read Me Dead

Alexia Wheaton’s problems go beyond picking a dress and a date for homecoming.
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For seven years, Alex has lived with a painful memory – her parents’ horrific murder. As the sole witness, she has kept quiet to protect herself, but when the local newspaper reveals her secret, Alex is plagued with fear that her parents’ murderer will soon find her – and silence her forever.

Alex is catapulted into a race against time to save her own life and bring her parents’ murderer to justice.