Justice Labelle always had her life perfectly planned.
Her goals were to graduate from University and get into law school.
Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself.
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Publication Date: August 7th, 2014
Justice Labelle always had her life perfectly planned.
Her goals were to graduate from University and get into law school.
Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself.
Well, not her technically. It may have been her body, but those actions weren’t intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Or, so she keeps telling her therapist and family. Justice is afraid she’s losing her mind and just wants to forget everything. But when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, looking as scrumptious as ever and very suspicious, maybe she isn’t all that crazy!
Goodreads: Justice Labelle always had her life perfectly planned. Her goals were to graduate from the University with exceptional grades and get into the best law school Canada has to offer.
Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself. Well, not her technically. It may have been her body, but those actions weren't intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Or, so she keeps telling her therapist and family.
Justice is afraid she’s losing her mind and just wants to forget everything. But when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, looking as scrumptious as ever and very suspicious, maybe she isn't all that crazy!
Just when she thinks that life couldn't throw her anymore curve balls, Justice figures out that she is Vampyre Doll and there's a vampyre who seems very familiar to her, but she can't figure out from where.
Justice is suffocating and drowning in a dark world she's been tossed into, forced to survive. It’s a world she never wanted to know about and would love to ignore, like it doesn't exist. But, with every passing day, she's pulled deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, wishing for everything to go back to the way it was.
Honestly, I fell in love with the supernatural world when I was 10 years old. It was Buffy The Vampire Slayer that brought me into the world of vampires, werewolves, witches and whatever else that lurks in the shadows and or hides in plain sight.
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Inspiration to write Velicious
Honestly, I fell in love with the supernatural world when I was 10 years old. It was Buffy The Vampire Slayer that brought me into the world of vampires, werewolves, witches and whatever else that lurks in the shadows and or hides in plain sight.
As I got older, I watched many supernatural movies and most importantly, I read a lot of mythology. All kinds, from all over and then add into the mix that I'm the kind of girl who also loves a good romance, and loves it when characters who are thrown in hell and come back 10 times more stronger and BAM, Velicious was born.
What helped guide me though, what inspired me to finish Velicious after five years was that I had read a quote once about writing. The quote had basically tried to get across that you should always write for yourself and no one else. I knew inside of my heart that there was a story that I wanted to tell and no matter how long, and despite life changing around me, I would still sit down and write.
EXCERPT
I said, meeting his gaze, “This is protection against the Vampyres?” Then I remembered when that grey eyed hottie at the club said that I was protected. This piece of jewelry is why he said that.
Calvin nodded. “Promise me.”
“I will never take it off.”
“Goodnight,” Calvin said, somber, as he leaned in and hugged me. It was a strong hold, warm, and it said everything else that my ex did not say that night.
I felt myself melting into his familiar sturdy hold, I felt my legs giving away, hot tears were swelling and there was a lump forming in my throat. My hands trembled slightly clinging to Calvin and, I will not break. Nope, I can't. With great amount of effort, I pushed the bubbling emotions, ready to explode down, and I held them there with every deep breath I inhaled. I was afraid of my emotions, afraid of what might come out of me, after everything tonight.
Embracing my ex, I took in a deep breath of Calvin and it was the same scent as always- the body Axe spray. The commercial product that has all the girls chasing after the guy, who wears that body spray. This right now, his smell, his hold was weakening my shields.
I told Calvin that I was okay and he only hugged me tighter. He didn't believe me.
Releasing me from the hold, Calvin kissed me on the forehead. “I will fight to the end to keep you safe.” Then a kiss on the cheek and he paused while his dark brown eyes stared into my brown eyes―contemplating.
I could feel it, read it in his soulful pairs―he was waiting for me to give him the go ahead. Could I give him permission? Did I really want to sleep alone tonight? No, not a chance in the world. Not after everything that happened and that I now remembered. Who would want to sleep alone once they realized the boogie men in their closets were real?
*****
“It’s going to happen,” Keith said. “And when it does we’re all screwed.” So, this conversation isn’t about me.
“I know. Let’s take this one step at a time,” Marquis said cautiously.
“This is bigger than all of us, you know.”
Marquis nodded his head. “I know.”
“Stop walking,” Keith yelled to Marquis as he pressed the gun into my back.
“Let me take him,” I said in my twin’s mind.
“I need him alive.”
“Why?”
Marquis snapped, “Just leave it to me.”
Just then a loud noise sounded, and I stumbled forward, flustered by the piercing blast. Keith fell to the ground with a gaping, bleeding hole in the back of his head. Keith’s little sister stood there holding a shotgun.
Marquis and I glanced at each other.
“He was going to hurt you,” she said, eyes wide with concern.
I walked to her and took the gun from her. “Thank you.”
The human smiled as she looked at me adoringly. “I couldn’t let that happen.”
“I know,” I whispered, reaching out to her. She fell into my arms. I slowly caressed her face, her hair tangling between my fingers, and I snapped her neck.
The girl’s lifeless body fell to the ground, inches from her brother.
Marquis cursed, aggravated because Keith took the information he was seeking to the grave. “No more Dolls,” he said, pulling out his phone to call the council.
We’re required to report killings of Vampyre hunters. Technically, the council would prefer that we not kill them but with The Guardian Angels, it always ended badly.
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I love anything to do with the paranormal world. I’m a proud Canadian but I dislike winter.
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