A secret refuge.
A demon in the shadows determined to thwart their escape.
A looming apocalypse.
A secret refuge.
A demon in the shadows.
When all signs point to an impending disaster no one can yet
name, Cerise and Derrick discover the only thing more dangerous than
persecution by their community is the truth: the Goddess has called their
people to flee and seek safety in a hidden sanctuary. The clock is ticking as
they race against a closing portal, a coming reckoning, enemies determined to
burn them out before they can escape, and an unrecognized demonic threat to
their entire plan.
Haven’s Sanctuary:
Season of Reckoning is a fast-moving fantasy-suspense story of magic,
sanctuary, love under pressure, faith under fire, and apocalyptic survival. The
empowered must harness the kind of hope that refuses to die, for what begins as
a simple escape becomes a battle for their very existence.
If you love reading Auburn Tempest or Martha Carr, then grab your copy now and
step into the Haven before the portal closes.
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Marsha
stormed out of Tacos to Go, ignoring Charlie’s halfhearted attempt to hand her
a bag of chips. She stomped over to Derrick’s black Mercedes, flung the door
open, and jumped in, only to stop and consider her next move. She needed to
hurt something,
to break some part of Derrick into little pieces.
She needed a drink.
The
car purred to life, then growled as she ground the gears and screeched out of
the parking lot. Halfway home she saw the flickering neon lights of the Painted
Pony up ahead, beckoning her with the promise of alcohol and anonymity. She
parked crooked over two parking places, grabbed her handbag, and headed for the
old-fashioned polished wood and brass-railed bar where she perched on a corner
barstool.
“What
can I get you tonight?” asked the bartender. “Wednesday night special is
tequila shots, top shelf, two for one.” His eyes narrowed as he drummed his
fingers on the bar. “Guessing you are more a white wine sipper. I have a nice
chardonnay right here.”
“Bourbon,
neat. Do you have Weller’s or Blanton?” Marsha challenged him with a cold
stare.
One
eyebrow rose, and the man cleared his throat. “Ma’am, haven’t had anyone call
for those high-dollar drinks for a long time. Let me check.” He put a dish of
pretzels in front of her. “Are you okay? You look a little upset.”
“Peachy,”
she snapped. “Find me that drink.”
“Yes,
ma’am.” The barkeep shrugged
and headed to the back room for some type of expensive alcohol.
Marsha
stared at the shelves behind the bar filled with a myriad of differently
shaped and colored bottles
while her brain churned a million miles an hour. Derrick might still be willing
to work things out. She would have to play the “sweet little thing,” appeal to
his overinflated male ego, apologize for making a scene, and manipulate him
into letting their relationship return to the previous status quo. She would
still have access to his bank account and community standing, and could
probably maintain control over the important politicians when the city council
voted to run the Haven out of town. Or she could make a clean break from him
and rely on the courts to award her the house and his other assets. She hadn’t
cared for him in years, did not desire him as a man or her husband. She only
wanted her fair share, which
was all of his money. Money was power, and Marsha was power hungry.
The
chair next to her creaked as a man sat beside her. “Marsha?”
She
startled at her name, then relaxed, recognizing the newcomer as none other than
Brad. How perfect, the soon-to-be ex-husband of another Haven weirdo. At least
he had enough sense to leave and join the rest of the community against the
empowered. She wouldn’t have to convince him of the dangers of those lunatics.
“Marsha,
what’s a beautiful woman like you sitting in a dive like this all by your
lonesome on a Wednesday night?” Brad’s breath smelled of alcohol, his words
ever so slightly slurred.
Brad
had always held an attraction for her. Why he had stayed with his
throwback-to-olden-days homesteader wife she had never understood. He was a
successful IT specialist, made decent money, and appreciated the finer things in life.
This could be her ticket out. Dump Derrick once and for all. Wait for him to be
banned from town and claim Brad for her own.
“Hey,
stranger.” A knowing smile crept across her lips. “Pull up a chair, join me in
a drink, and I won’t be lonesome anymore.”
A little bitta Texas... A little bitta medicine... A lotta
bit of Fantasy!
Emeryl Williams is a longtime resident of the Panhandle and
having worn out a pair of boots here considers herself a Texan. She has always
been an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy. Her first work is The
Chosen of Bryndir Series which introduces the Bryndir Universe, filled with
magic, danger, and a powerful Talisman fated to save a Kingdom at war. Her
latest work is Haven's Sanctuary: Season of Reckoning in which she branches out
into apocalypse survival fantasy. Her books will always feature a little bit of
Texas...a little bit of medicine...and a lotta bit of fantasy!
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