Well for once I'm on time with my blogging day. LOL I actually woke up this morning and remembered will wonders never cease.
While I've been steadily working on Doomed to be Charmed my gay paranormal romance I've also started another sequel to Destiny's Choices that I've tentatively titled Destiny's Decisions. It takes place a year after Destiny's Choices and Tiana and James' troubles aren't over yet, as much as they would like them to be. Here's a little teaser for the book!
“My gallery.” Tiana sighed and then rubbed her eyes tiredly with her other hand. “It’s toast, James.”
She heard a thump, and then James’ breath accelerated. “Someone burned it down?”
“No, but they might as well have. The front window is busted out, the door is hanging on one hinge, and from what I can see through the window, any and all stock I had is completely destroyed. Anything that was breakable is smashed. I can’t see the glass case that I locked the beadwork in but it’s probably been destroyed as well.”
“Stay right there. Don’t get out of your truck, you are in your truck right?”
“Of course.”
“Stay there, and lock yourself in. Whoever did this could still be around, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“I know that James, I’m not a complete idiot.” Tiana growled.
“Sorry babe, can’t help it. I just found you again, and I have no intention of losing you the way we did Grandmother. Have you called the police yet?”
At the mention of her grandmother’s death the year before, Tiana’s heart clenched tightly before she took a deep breath and released the tension.
“You’re kidding right? After what happened last year, I think it’s going to be a long time before I trust a tribal cop again.” Tiana’s voice turned sour.
Tiana heard James take a deep breath. “Tiana, you can’t blame what happened with Starla on the entire tribal police force. Most of them are good people, she was just one bad apple in the barrel.”
“Want to bet?” Tiana muttered beneath her breath. No way was she trusting anyone but James from now on. He might not be a cop, but she would trust him with her life. He would never betray her, she knew that with complete certainty.
“Tiana.” James’ voice wasn’t scolding precisely, but it got his point across none the less.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, one bad apple in the barrel. I still trust you more than I’ll ever trust a tribal cop again. Call them if you want to, but I’m not going to.”
“Well now, if that’s not a declaration of love, I don’t know what is. Be still my beating heart.” James teased, a mechanism he frequently applied when worried.
“Yeah, well it might be another year before you hear it again, babe.” Tiana emphasized the last word, teasing him right back.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Nah, just stating a fact.” She replied nonchalantly.
(c) 2008 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.
