Guest Jordan K Rose
Please welcome the lovely Jordan K Rose to Write About! I am privileged to have Jordan as my invaluable critique partner. Her writing is fast-paced, filled with tension, and emotion-driven with a refreshing splash of humor. I am proud to present her debut book, Perpetual Light, offered by the Crescent Moon Press. If you are looking for a fast, delightful read full of anguish, suspense, and above all earth-shattering and unending love, you will not be disappointed in Perpetual Light. Don’t read this book if you plan to sleep tonight!
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Jordan K. Rose
After trying her hand at many, many things – from crafting and art classes to cooking and sewing classes to running her own handbag business, Jordan finally figured out how to channel her creativity. With an active imagination and a little encouragement from her husband she sat down and began to write, each night clicking away at the keys with her black Labrador, Dino curled up under the desk. A few short years later she’s entered the publishing arena with no plans to ever turn back. Jordan’s a member of RWA National, and the New England (NEC), Connecticut, and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal (FFnP) Chapters.
Fate is cruel. Especially when the one you’ve sworn to love for all eternity, the very soul who changed your destiny, is the last person you should trust.
After more than three hundred years of running, Lucia Dicomano must make a choice.
Forced to take her place as a Pharo of Redemption, the divine slayer needs to master her forgotten powers. Lucia turns to Vittorio, the one vampire she’s failed to deliver from eternal damnation. But overcoming smoldering remnants of love, lust and anger aren’t their only obstacles.
Samuel, who may know Lucia better than she knows herself, hunts her with a fervor stoked by a thousand years of vengeful hatred. His plan-capture and enslave the weakened Pharo then take control of her elusive power.
Can Lucia trust Vittorio long enough to reclaim her powers? Or will she have no choice but to kill him and battle Samuel alone?
This is a memory Vittorio shares with Lucia, the first time he realized he loved her. It’s actually one of my favorite scenes.
“No. Vittorio can be the winner,” Lucia said. Her soft voice carried over her shoulder as she headed down the row of grapevines, away from me.
“Oh, no, Lucia.” Rinnaldo caught her arm. “I don’t think you should just give him a victory. It would mean nothing to just hand it to him.” Rinnaldo winked at me and steered her back to our waiting companions.
She frowned, eyebrows pulling together to form a crease above her upturned nose. Long lashes surrounded her beautiful green eyes as she glanced from face to face, looking for someone to intervene. The left side of her bottom lip tucked in. A telltale sign. She knew she’d been caught.
I’d known her since she was born, watched that same expression play across her face hundreds of times in these fourteen years, but in the past few weeks something about her had changed. She wasn’t the little girl trailing after me yammering about some ridiculous happening. She was different. The sound of her voice put my stomach in knots. I found myself hanging on her every word and having to force myself to pay attention to my work.
When her gaze finally met mine, I bit my tongue to keep from telling her she was right. It was all my fault. And I love you.
I could have finished the row, should have. Instead I’d spent the last half hour listening to her very detailed story about making sausages and lentils and how every good wife is supposed to know how to cook. Too caught up in the idea of her cooking for me, I completely forgot to check her work on this row. I couldn’t say for sure if she’d secured even one tie. She blinked and nibbled her lip, and it took all the will power I had not to touch her, to kiss away that frown.
“I agree,” Arturo said, waving her to him. “I’ve always thought Vittorio was lazy. I think a contest is what we need to prove his worth. Come, ten feet should be enough. You’ll check the ties on the vines for ten feet. Whoever finishes first is the winner.” Arturo positioned himself behind her at the vine, wearing a smile so big he could barely speak. “When we learn which of you works the slowest, we will know who is to blame for not completing this work.”
“Vittorio, are you ready?”
“Yes, Arturo.” I faced the vine, trying not to laugh. I knew she’d be angry, if she thought I was laughing.
I stood with my back to them, fussing with the vines and pretending to prepare for our contest, all the while straining to hear her voice, knowing she was squirming with dread. More competitive than any man I’d met, but smart enough to know when she was out-matched, she knew this wasn’t going to end well. And they’d taunt her for days. We’d all tease her.
“Papa, I don’t want to do this,” she mumbled.
I peered over my shoulder, but couldn’t look at her for more than a second. She clung to her father batting those pleading eyes, and I nearly backed out of the little competition, completely swayed by her sweet little pout.
“I wouldn’t want to either. He’s faster than me,” Arturo said, spinning her toward the vine.
The other farm hands stood by us, laughing mercilessly.
“If she actually beats you, Vittorio, I’m telling the whole town,” Carlo said.
“Yes, including your parents,” Paolo added.
“Papa,” she whined.
“Lucia, you can’t back down from the challenge. You’re the one who blamed him for the unfinished work,” Arturo said.
“Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I was talking,” she whispered, side-stepping her father.
“Then maybe you deserve this,” he said, guiding her back into position.
“Ready? One, two, three. Go!” He shouted and hustled her down the vines, barking orders and inspecting four ties to her one.
“Papa! Stop yelling!”
“Move it! Move it! You’re missing some! Go! Go!”
As they reached the end, I turned back to the vine and began checking them, moving as slowly as I possibly could, raising each hand as if a hundred pound weight dangled from my wrist.
“You win!” Arturo announced, holding her hand above her head.
“Stop it. Look at him!” She pointed at me, her breath coming fast.
I huffed and shuffled a slow step closer to them.
“You were right. I knew he was lazy.” Arturo wiped the sweat from his brow.
“You’re only teasing me. You didn’t even try,” she said, hands on her hips.
“Oh, no, Lucia. You are so fast. I could never keep up with you. It was impossible to even see you moving. You were like a streak flying down the row.” I continued to check the vines, moving faster than she or Arturo ever moved, finishing in half the time it took them.
I stood in front of her grinning. She rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh, sucking in her cheeks like she always did when she couldn’t control them. A light breeze blew her soft brown curls and the scent of orange blossoms carried in the wind. My heart ached with sweet longing.
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Thanks so much for joining me here at Write About, Jordan! Looking forward to more fantastic storytelling from you in the future!