Welcome to Darkest Sins, Joanne!
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| (Joanne Brothwell) |
Joanne Brothwell lives in the country on the Canadian prairie where her stories are inspired by the dead things that appear at her doorstep on a daily basis. Of course, her two pets, a retired police dog with titanium fangs and a feral barn cat missing two toes, make the safety of surrounding wildlife, at best, uncertain. Nicknames are something Joanne has in abundance; most notably “Grumpy Bunny” (her husband), and “Princess with a Sailor’s Mouth” (her friends). She’s known to daydream, and ever since grade school has been accused of having a poor attention span. The truth is, Joanne has an alternate reality inside her head, where characters speak to her, sometimes so loudly (and incessantly) she just can’t hear anything else! Joanne is thrilled to see her alternate universe finally become real with the publication of her novel, Stealing Breath, and her prequel novella, Vicarious. Now, with the sequel Silencing Breath on the way, you can be rest assured you will see much more of Joanne’s writing in the future, as those characters in her head, having tasted the sweet freedom of release, simply refuse to be silenced!
Here you can read the book summary: Deep in the backwoods of North Dakota, twenty-one year old Sarah Ross is searching for a missing child when she is attacked by a glowing-eyed, transparent… creature. Sarah survives, destroying the monster by using mysterious abilities she didn’t even know she had. Bloody and bruised, Sarah flees the scene and runs directly into Evan Valente, a handsome, charismatic stranger who helps her back to safety. But what is Evan doing out in the forest at five in the morning? Turning to a healer, Sarah is shocked to learn her eyes bear the mark of the Indigo Child—an evolved human with the ability to feel the emotions of others. But her indigo aura also makes her an easy target for those who wish to consume her powerful essence. Soon, Sarah is falling deeply in love with Evan and wants nothing more than to follow her heart and trust that he is the man he says he is. But she can’t ignore the lingering feeling that Evan is hiding a terrible secret. The deeper she digs, the more danger she faces, leading her on a course that will force her to face the darkest, innermost parts of her soul.
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STEALING BREATH EXCERPT
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT 2012 JOANNE BROTHWELL
USED WITH PERMISSION, COPYRIGHT 2012 JOANNE BROTHWELL
CHAPTER 5
“You saw that
Evan guy again?” Amber asked. She sucked the last of her frothy pink drink
through a straw. The mischievous look on her face was mirrored in the giddy
emotions she gave off, emotions that were always especially loud when she was
drinking. They resonated within me like a bouncy ball flying around in my
stomach.
Evan guy again?” Amber asked. She sucked the last of her frothy pink drink
through a straw. The mischievous look on her face was mirrored in the giddy
emotions she gave off, emotions that were always especially loud when she was
drinking. They resonated within me like a bouncy ball flying around in my
stomach.
I downed another
shot of “Sex on the Beach”, hoping it would finally be enough to filter out the
emotions of everyone here. Smooth at first, then tart, the booze finally burned
its way down the back of my throat. The buzz-on was almost immediate, and the
effect was wonderful, the way it almost obliterated all of the sex-obsessed
feelings that seemed to roll off of nearly ever patron at the bar like a hot
blanket being wound around me. Sick.
shot of “Sex on the Beach”, hoping it would finally be enough to filter out the
emotions of everyone here. Smooth at first, then tart, the booze finally burned
its way down the back of my throat. The buzz-on was almost immediate, and the
effect was wonderful, the way it almost obliterated all of the sex-obsessed
feelings that seemed to roll off of nearly ever patron at the bar like a hot
blanket being wound around me. Sick.
We sat at a
booth right next to the bar. Amber held her glass up, signaling to the
bartender who nodded and began to pour. He bobbed his head to the blaring
country music from the loudspeaker.
booth right next to the bar. Amber held her glass up, signaling to the
bartender who nodded and began to pour. He bobbed his head to the blaring
country music from the loudspeaker.
Tables ringed
the bar, booths along the wall and stools on the other side. Every few feet a
brightly lit neon beer sign provided a dash of garish décor. Right in the
middle was the dance floor, a little postage-stamp sized circle of parquet
flooring that reminded me of an interlocking puzzle. Alongside it was a raised
section with a few pool tables.
the bar, booths along the wall and stools on the other side. Every few feet a
brightly lit neon beer sign provided a dash of garish décor. Right in the
middle was the dance floor, a little postage-stamp sized circle of parquet
flooring that reminded me of an interlocking puzzle. Alongside it was a raised
section with a few pool tables.
“Yeah, I saw
him.” I proceeded to explain his land development business to Amber and Kate,
who listened with rapt expressions.
him.” I proceeded to explain his land development business to Amber and Kate,
who listened with rapt expressions.
“That’s amazing.
Nobody ever comes to Slave Lake. People only leave,” Amber said. Our waitress,
dressed in skin-tight jeans and a too-tight tank-top, brought us another
Nobody ever comes to Slave Lake. People only leave,” Amber said. Our waitress,
dressed in skin-tight jeans and a too-tight tank-top, brought us another
round. Behind her, the giant flat screen on
the wall lit up with random explosions of fuchsia, neon yellow and acid green,
perfectly paced with the lyrics of the canned music.
the wall lit up with random explosions of fuchsia, neon yellow and acid green,
perfectly paced with the lyrics of the canned music.
Kate sat across
from me on the bench seating, her copper hair shimmering pink from the neon
“Budweiser” sign and the black light hanging on the wall behind her. Her teeth
were glowing an unnatural white in the light, and every piece of lint on her
black shirt stood out like a 3D movie.
from me on the bench seating, her copper hair shimmering pink from the neon
“Budweiser” sign and the black light hanging on the wall behind her. Her teeth
were glowing an unnatural white in the light, and every piece of lint on her
black shirt stood out like a 3D movie.
“How interesting
that you both were out in the bush that morning,” Kate said.
that you both were out in the bush that morning,” Kate said.
I nodded. “I
know. Quite a coincidence.”
know. Quite a coincidence.”
Amber sat beside Kate in the bench seat,
facing the bar. She leaned forward in one fluid motion, her black hair sweeping
the table. “Sarah. Look who just walked in.” I turned in my seat. “And he’s
coming right over—”
facing the bar. She leaned forward in one fluid motion, her black hair sweeping
the table. “Sarah. Look who just walked in.” I turned in my seat. “And he’s
coming right over—”
“Mind if I join
you?” asked a familiar voice, before I’d even had a chance to look.
you?” asked a familiar voice, before I’d even had a chance to look.
I turned and
smiled at Evan. “Sure.”
smiled at Evan. “Sure.”
He pulled a
stool up to our table, his arms rippling with the movement. His very presence
seemed to heat the air around me, his cologne eclipsing the bar smell of dirty
jeans, stale beer and desperation.
stool up to our table, his arms rippling with the movement. His very presence
seemed to heat the air around me, his cologne eclipsing the bar smell of dirty
jeans, stale beer and desperation.
I glanced at
Kate and Amber, who both stared at him, bright-eyed. His dark fitted jeans
hugged his legs, the denim slung low across narrow hips. A black t-shirt made
of a material I couldn’t identify hinted of the peaks and valleys of muscle
beneath and a single silver chain with a dog-tag hung at his neck, a crest
emblem engraved on it with the name Valente. This guy would look good in a
burlap sack. Or nothing.
Kate and Amber, who both stared at him, bright-eyed. His dark fitted jeans
hugged his legs, the denim slung low across narrow hips. A black t-shirt made
of a material I couldn’t identify hinted of the peaks and valleys of muscle
beneath and a single silver chain with a dog-tag hung at his neck, a crest
emblem engraved on it with the name Valente. This guy would look good in a
burlap sack. Or nothing.
“You remember
Kate and Amber from the campground?” I asked. They nodded in acknowledgement
and exchanged niceties. Then Amber and Kate excused themselves and hit the
dance floor. They’d been dancing together since we’d become bar age, both of
them with the attitude that they weren’t about to wait around for a guy to ask.
Kate and Amber from the campground?” I asked. They nodded in acknowledgement
and exchanged niceties. Then Amber and Kate excused themselves and hit the
dance floor. They’d been dancing together since we’d become bar age, both of
them with the attitude that they weren’t about to wait around for a guy to ask.
Evan and I
watched as they twirled each other around, the only people dancing in the whole
bar. Then they attempted to two-step, each of them fighting to lead. Goofballs.
watched as they twirled each other around, the only people dancing in the whole
bar. Then they attempted to two-step, each of them fighting to lead. Goofballs.
I turned back to
Evan. “How are you?”
Evan. “How are you?”
He flashed that
thousand-watt smile. “I’m great. You?” He inched closer and the atmosphere
around my head seemed charged, like a swelling electrical storm. A shiver
traveled through my body.
thousand-watt smile. “I’m great. You?” He inched closer and the atmosphere
around my head seemed charged, like a swelling electrical storm. A shiver
traveled through my body.
“Fine, thanks.”
I smiled.
I smiled.
“You look
great.” He gestured to my outfit.
great.” He gestured to my outfit.
I looked down at
my jeans and a loose white shirt and glanced back up at him, cocking my
eyebrow. “Thanks?”
my jeans and a loose white shirt and glanced back up at him, cocking my
eyebrow. “Thanks?”
“What? Not used
to compliments?”
to compliments?”
“Not when I’m
dressed like a slob, no, not really.”
dressed like a slob, no, not really.”
He rolled his
eyes. “You look awesome. Seriously. Want to dance?”
eyes. “You look awesome. Seriously. Want to dance?”
I stared at him,
half-expecting he was kidding. But his face showed no trace of a joke. I
glanced at the dance floor where Kate and Amber had begun to dance hip hop to
the country beat.
half-expecting he was kidding. But his face showed no trace of a joke. I
glanced at the dance floor where Kate and Amber had begun to dance hip hop to
the country beat.
I turned back to
him. He held out his hand, across the table. Reluctantly, I took it and he led
me to the dance floor where Amber and Kate made room for us, their expressions
barely-muted surprise. People rarely danced in Slave Lake. Except for Amber and
Kate, of course.
him. He held out his hand, across the table. Reluctantly, I took it and he led
me to the dance floor where Amber and Kate made room for us, their expressions
barely-muted surprise. People rarely danced in Slave Lake. Except for Amber and
Kate, of course.
Evan placed his palm in my right hand and
set his other hand on my waist. I glanced up at a set of smoldering eyes and
immediately looked away, his gaze too intense. Unfortunately, by looking away, I
realized that every single person in the bar was staring at us. Some people,
who should have had their backs to us, had actually turned around on their
stool to gawk. I felt like a fish in a fishbowl.
set his other hand on my waist. I glanced up at a set of smoldering eyes and
immediately looked away, his gaze too intense. Unfortunately, by looking away, I
realized that every single person in the bar was staring at us. Some people,
who should have had their backs to us, had actually turned around on their
stool to gawk. I felt like a fish in a fishbowl.
Evan leaned
down, his breath caressing my cheek. I caught a silky coil of his scent, a
rich, musky fragrance of expensive cologne, soap and his own unique smell. It
was addictive. The hand on my waist snaked around to my back, pulling me
closer. Heat radiated over my entire body as we began to move in slow, gentle
circles. When the song came to an end, my arm fell from his shoulder. His hands
didn’t move.
down, his breath caressing my cheek. I caught a silky coil of his scent, a
rich, musky fragrance of expensive cologne, soap and his own unique smell. It
was addictive. The hand on my waist snaked around to my back, pulling me
closer. Heat radiated over my entire body as we began to move in slow, gentle
circles. When the song came to an end, my arm fell from his shoulder. His hands
didn’t move.
“One more?” he
asked as the music transitioned to a faster song, modern country with a dance
beat. Kate and Amber were already dancing to it in a way that looked more
fitting for a city club, Amber’s arms reaching up and over her head, hips
swinging. Kate had her own little groove going alongside her.
asked as the music transitioned to a faster song, modern country with a dance
beat. Kate and Amber were already dancing to it in a way that looked more
fitting for a city club, Amber’s arms reaching up and over her head, hips
swinging. Kate had her own little groove going alongside her.
“Sure,” I said.
He smiled and
set his hand back on my waist, and suddenly we were in the fastest two-step I’d
ever danced in my life. We moved around the dance floor at a dizzying pace,
spinning circles around Kate and Amber who were laughing out loud watching us.
set his hand back on my waist, and suddenly we were in the fastest two-step I’d
ever danced in my life. We moved around the dance floor at a dizzying pace,
spinning circles around Kate and Amber who were laughing out loud watching us.
He twirled me
several times, only to end up back in that break-neck, two-stepping pace once
again. Now I was giggling to the point of breathlessness, my head spinning from
the four shots I’d just downed and my racing pulse. He spun me three more
times, and when the song ended, he lowered me into a long dip.
several times, only to end up back in that break-neck, two-stepping pace once
again. Now I was giggling to the point of breathlessness, my head spinning from
the four shots I’d just downed and my racing pulse. He spun me three more
times, and when the song ended, he lowered me into a long dip.
With his arm
around my back, I was gently pulled up, our bodies touching from torso all the
way down, so that even the tips of our shoes connected. I looked into his face,
expecting to see a grin, but was met with a burning look that made my heart
stutter and my breath catch. The whiskey on his breath was all I could think
of, the heat of his mouth, so close to mine.
around my back, I was gently pulled up, our bodies touching from torso all the
way down, so that even the tips of our shoes connected. I looked into his face,
expecting to see a grin, but was met with a burning look that made my heart
stutter and my breath catch. The whiskey on his breath was all I could think
of, the heat of his mouth, so close to mine.
Then a sensation
folded over me. A soft lethargy, like I was levitating, weightless. My eyes
closed, and explosions of purple and blue light flashed behind my eyelids. I
relaxed into the feeling.
folded over me. A soft lethargy, like I was levitating, weightless. My eyes
closed, and explosions of purple and blue light flashed behind my eyelids. I
relaxed into the feeling.
“Are you okay?”
Evan asked. I opened my eyes. He peered down at me, forehead wrinkled with
concern. His skin was flushed bright pink.
Evan asked. I opened my eyes. He peered down at me, forehead wrinkled with
concern. His skin was flushed bright pink.
My lungs began
to re-inflate as my entire body tingled like I’d just had the best orgasm of my
life.
to re-inflate as my entire body tingled like I’d just had the best orgasm of my
life.
Had he even kissed
me? I licked my lips, but there was no taste of whiskey, no evidence of his
mouth on mine. Obviously I’d had one too many shots. And yet, I felt perfectly
lucid, his gorgeous face crystal clear before me.
me? I licked my lips, but there was no taste of whiskey, no evidence of his
mouth on mine. Obviously I’d had one too many shots. And yet, I felt perfectly
lucid, his gorgeous face crystal clear before me.
“Uh…I’m fine,” I
said, my voice breathy. There had to be an explanation. Like maybe I was losing
my mind. Or maybe my fainting spells were starting to happen again, ever since
the stressful Skinwalker incident. Whatever it was, right now I had to make
sure this perfect specimen of a man in front of me did not think I was a raving
lunatic. I forced myself to speak, my mind scrambling for small-talk. “I…I had
no idea you could dance like that.”
said, my voice breathy. There had to be an explanation. Like maybe I was losing
my mind. Or maybe my fainting spells were starting to happen again, ever since
the stressful Skinwalker incident. Whatever it was, right now I had to make
sure this perfect specimen of a man in front of me did not think I was a raving
lunatic. I forced myself to speak, my mind scrambling for small-talk. “I…I had
no idea you could dance like that.”
The concerned
look faded, and he flashed his perfect teeth. “Thanks. You’re not too bad,
yourself.”
look faded, and he flashed his perfect teeth. “Thanks. You’re not too bad,
yourself.”
I dropped my
hand from around his shoulder and backed up. He let go of me slowly, as if with
reluctance.
hand from around his shoulder and backed up. He let go of me slowly, as if with
reluctance.
“Come on. I need
a drink,” I said, motioning back to the bar where Amber and Kate had just sat
down. We veered toward them.
a drink,” I said, motioning back to the bar where Amber and Kate had just sat
down. We veered toward them.
Evan made eye
contact with the bartender who nodded at both of us. “Scotch, on the rocks,
please. What are you drinking?”
contact with the bartender who nodded at both of us. “Scotch, on the rocks,
please. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a
Long Island Iced T—”
Long Island Iced T—”
“Who’s he?” A
guy’s voice said, close enough that I cringed from the volume. I whipped
around.
guy’s voice said, close enough that I cringed from the volume. I whipped
around.
Jeff Hansen.
Town drunk that never seemed to do much of anything, other than sit in the bar,
hit on locals and look pissed off. And boy, did he look pissed off. Emotions
rolled off him like jagged pieces of glass, hurt and anger all twisted up into
one gigantic ball of irritation.
Town drunk that never seemed to do much of anything, other than sit in the bar,
hit on locals and look pissed off. And boy, did he look pissed off. Emotions
rolled off him like jagged pieces of glass, hurt and anger all twisted up into
one gigantic ball of irritation.
“He’s cool,
Jeff. He’s with me,” I said. My heart started to pound as I remembered the last
time Jeff had picked a fight. He’d bitten a guy’s ear and torn part of it right
off.
Jeff. He’s with me,” I said. My heart started to pound as I remembered the last
time Jeff had picked a fight. He’d bitten a guy’s ear and torn part of it right
off.
Jeff stared at
Evan, his teeth exposed like he was snarling.
Evan, his teeth exposed like he was snarling.
“Is he treating
you right, Sarah?”
you right, Sarah?”
“It’s all good,
Jeff,” I said.
Jeff,” I said.
“You think
you’re pretty tough?” Jeff said through gritted teeth. He stepped forward and
poked Evan in the chest. Evan was pushed slightly off-balance, and he took a
step backward.
you’re pretty tough?” Jeff said through gritted teeth. He stepped forward and
poked Evan in the chest. Evan was pushed slightly off-balance, and he took a
step backward.
My stomach
clenched. “Jeff, I said it’s cool.”
clenched. “Jeff, I said it’s cool.”
Evan
straightened up. He had at least four inches on Jeff and well over thirty
pounds. Jeff stepped back, and the sickly-sweet smell of weed came wafting off
of his ratty jean jacket.
straightened up. He had at least four inches on Jeff and well over thirty
pounds. Jeff stepped back, and the sickly-sweet smell of weed came wafting off
of his ratty jean jacket.
Evan looked down
his nose at Jeff. “Back off, man.” His jaw muscles popped in and out, and his
hands balled up at his sides. The only thing Jeff had going for him was a bad
attitude and liquid courage.
his nose at Jeff. “Back off, man.” His jaw muscles popped in and out, and his
hands balled up at his sides. The only thing Jeff had going for him was a bad
attitude and liquid courage.
“Shut up,
asshole!” Jeff slurred, a fine mist of spittle burst from his mouth and rained
all over us. Jeff turned his head and flashed a snide grin, probably to impress
his buddies who watched the spectacle along the sidelines of the bar.
asshole!” Jeff slurred, a fine mist of spittle burst from his mouth and rained
all over us. Jeff turned his head and flashed a snide grin, probably to impress
his buddies who watched the spectacle along the sidelines of the bar.
“Jeff, stop it!”
I said. Jeff ignored me completely, staring at Evan. I reached for Evan’s hand,
wound my fingers through his and tugged. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I said. Jeff ignored me completely, staring at Evan. I reached for Evan’s hand,
wound my fingers through his and tugged. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Evan nodded, and
we strode toward the exterior door. I glanced back to see Jeff running. He ran
straight into Evan, knocking him forward.
we strode toward the exterior door. I glanced back to see Jeff running. He ran
straight into Evan, knocking him forward.
Evan hit the
crash bar of the metal door, his body weight forcing it wide open so that it
squeaked when the hinges were pushed to their limit. My heart jumped into my
throat as he stumbled and fell onto the cement outside. Immediately, he righted
himself and jumped back to his feet.
crash bar of the metal door, his body weight forcing it wide open so that it
squeaked when the hinges were pushed to their limit. My heart jumped into my
throat as he stumbled and fell onto the cement outside. Immediately, he righted
himself and jumped back to his feet.
Jeff smiled,
eyes flashing. “I bet that hurt, didn’t it, tough guy?”
eyes flashing. “I bet that hurt, didn’t it, tough guy?”
I ran toward Jeff. “Stop it! Just leave him
alone!”
alone!”
Jeff smiled at
me. “Aww, you’re getting your little bi-otch to fight for you.” Then he turned
back to Evan. “Tell you’re ho to shut her pie-hole, or I’ll shut it for her.”
me. “Aww, you’re getting your little bi-otch to fight for you.” Then he turned
back to Evan. “Tell you’re ho to shut her pie-hole, or I’ll shut it for her.”
“You’re going to
wish you’d never said that,” Evan said, his voice a low, warning growl.
wish you’d never said that,” Evan said, his voice a low, warning growl.
Jeff snorted. “You’re in my town. You’re
gonna regret having a mouth.” His arms rose above his head in some kind of
attempt to look intimidating, but to me he looked like a bird about to take
flight.
gonna regret having a mouth.” His arms rose above his head in some kind of
attempt to look intimidating, but to me he looked like a bird about to take
flight.
“Stop it, Jeff.”
Stepping
forward, Jeff hurtled his fist toward Evan’s face but Evan snatched his
clenched fist mid-air. I lunged toward them, placing one hand on Evan and the
other hand on Jeff’s jacket.
forward, Jeff hurtled his fist toward Evan’s face but Evan snatched his
clenched fist mid-air. I lunged toward them, placing one hand on Evan and the
other hand on Jeff’s jacket.
Instantly, the atmosphere around my head
changed, filling with static.
changed, filling with static.
The lights above
the entryway flickered, humming like dying bees before building into a sizzling
pulse. With a bang, the lights exploded in a rainfall of glass shards. I ducked
to shield my face.
the entryway flickered, humming like dying bees before building into a sizzling
pulse. With a bang, the lights exploded in a rainfall of glass shards. I ducked
to shield my face.
I opened my eyes
and gasped. Jeff lay crumpled on the ground, his torso folded inward, his limbs
pulled into a fetal position, moaning as he clutched his stomach. Then his face
went slack, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Why was he on the ground?
And why did he look like he’d been knocked out cold?
and gasped. Jeff lay crumpled on the ground, his torso folded inward, his limbs
pulled into a fetal position, moaning as he clutched his stomach. Then his face
went slack, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Why was he on the ground?
And why did he look like he’d been knocked out cold?
I glanced
around, but all I could hear was the retreating sound of footsteps running
outside, the parking lot no longer lit up by the overhead light.
around, but all I could hear was the retreating sound of footsteps running
outside, the parking lot no longer lit up by the overhead light.
“Evan?” I called
out.
out.
Silence.
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About Silvia
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