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Friday, July 27, 2012
Darkness Rising Blog Tour - Chapter One
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About
The Author
Danielle
Blanchard Benson is a world traveler and author of several different series.
Ms.
Blanchard Benson is the author of Beginnings:
Book I (The Plague), Death Wish: Book I, Better off Dead: Book II and Death
Lair: A Novella (all from The Vamp Saga), The
Catalyst: Book One (The Pop Stars) and The Beautiful People series.
She
is currently working on Love Voodoo: Book I (DeGeneration), Apocalypse 2012: Book II (The Plague), Hart Attack: Book I (The Hart Family Saga), The
Making of a Star: Book Two (The
Pop Stars) and Queen of
the Undead: Book III (The
Vamp Saga).
Ms.
Blanchard Benson has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England),
Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in
Las Vegas, Nevada.
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A Pureblood...Julien Gasquet belongs to the notorious Lycan clan, the Gasquet Pack based in New Orleans. After a vicious argument, he storms out of the compound and decides to spend the night with his sister, Jolie, in Baton Rouge.
A Half-breed...
Martina Beauchamp is considered an abomination to the Lycans as she isn't a pureblood and doesn't have a pack to call her own. She meets Julien after a horrifying incident forces her to flee her home and her car breaks down in the parking lot next to his truck.
Destined...
The attraction Julien and Martina experience from the moment they meet isn't about lust or a one night stand. However, when the pack is involved in every decision a werewolf makes, is a happy ending at all possible?
WARNING: This is paranormal romance novella with sexy good times, smokin' hot werewolves, toned bodies and explicit language. Blood, gore and closed door sex scenes? Not this time. (Novella Word Count: 23,000)
Chapter
One
“Boy, I don’t care how you feel—you goin’ to fight
tonight,
come hell or high water. The venue has
already
been booked and everyone is comin’ out to see
you
beat Clarence Remington from that bastard
mongrel
Desreseaux Pack of Shreveport.”
“Roy,
just leave him be. If he can’t fight and he says
he
ain’t well, you ain’t makin’ it no better.”
“Shut
the fuck up, Adele. I’m gettin’ tired of you
taking
his side all the time. Who you married to
anyway,
him or me? You let his pansy ass get away with
murder,
woman.”
Adele
kissed her son’s cheek before she walked
toward
the door. “Listen, I have to work tonight and if I
am
late again, that vamp bastard is gonna fire me.”
“He
should. Don’t make no sense you workin’ in
one
of them kind’s fancy schmancy bar anyway. You
belong
with the pack, goddamn it!”
“And
I would be if I had a better excuse for a
husband.”
Julien
“Jules” Gasquet finally got tired of the back
and
forth between his mother and step-father. Adele
always
pulled out the same tired old lines why she
worked
at Le Sang, an upscale gentlemen’s club in the
French
Quarter, but the truth was she preferred being
around
vampires rather than her own husband.
around
vampires rather than her own husband.
He
gathered a few clothing items from his
bedroom
and took off in his Ford F-150. He could
imagine
his gorgeous mother now telling his no-good
step-dad
how he’d chased him off yet again.
He
didn’t plan to go far, probably Baton Rouge as
leaving
Louisiana wasn’t such a good idea. He might
decide
to keep driving and never grace his pack again
but
he couldn’t leave that kind of burden on his
mother.
Adele,
was not only a beautiful and eternally
youthful
woman of Creole descent, her lineage
remained
pureblood Lycan. She’d also been orphaned
at
a young age and raised in middle-class New Orleans
with
a family who was not aware their adopted
daughter
would soon become a werewolf when she
entered
puberty.
When
she became of age, she hunted down her
biological
mother and though they never became close
she
at least knew her kin. She’d married his father, Jean
Gasquet,
a first generation French-American thus he
wasn’t
considered Cajun, who belonged to the Gasquet
Pack
and was instantly accepted by them.
His
father had been like him, though Alpha of the
Gasquet
Pack he would always be a fighter, who loved
to
shift and show how great his lineage as a Lycan was,
how
strong and tough. He’d died in a bar fight, three
wolves
against his one when Jules was fifteen and his
younger
sister, Jolie, was seven.
younger
sister, Jolie, was seven.
It
had been just the three of them for almost ten
years
but his mother eventually wanted a lover even if
he
could never be her true mate. Roy had come along
and
their life had seemed fucked from the word “go”.
His
mother was so beautiful and could have any man
she
wanted but Roy was second cousin to their father
and
he was just as good looking as he possessed the
same
crystal blue eyes and blond hair.
Everything
seemed okay in the beginning but the
moment
Roy married Adele, everything went downhill
in
a hurry. Roy couldn’t wait to prove Julien was
tougher
and stronger than his father. He enrolled him
in
the Lycan Fighter’s League where there was serious
money
to be made. Roy took over his life and when he
wasn’t
training, he was fighting. After almost eight
years
of this constant lifestyle, it was starting to wear
him
down.
He
pulled the truck to the side of the road and
checked
his face.
The
black eye sustained on the left side of his head
from
the previous night’s bout had yet to fade
completely
on his ivory skin and had taken on a bluish
purplish
tinge around his eye. The bruise didn’t take
away
from his gorgeous crystal blue eyes, the same
color
as his father’s though the rest of him resembled
his
mother. He had her bone structure and dark hair
though
he was tall, almost 6’4” and two hundred
pounds
of lean muscle mass.
Julien
decided then and there if and when he
decided
to go back to his parents’ house, his life would
have
to change. He couldn’t keep getting into these
professional
fights that lead to bar brawls as he was
already
hyped up on blood and violence; followed by
casual
sex with every were-bitch and sundry just
because
his life sucked and he hated how dead end the
situation
seemed at the moment.
The
only bright spot in his life was his sister, Jolie,
who
attended LSU in Baton Rouge. He would stay with
her
as she lived off campus in an apartment he secretly
paid
for and make sure she was all right as far as money
was
concerned. University ended almost six weeks
previously
but she preferred to stay in her apartment
year
round as she despised Roy more than he did.
Halfway
to Baton Rouge, he decided to stop at
Tommy’s
Pizza to get some dinner. Hammond was the
perfect
in between place and there were some pretty
good
restaurants situated near enough to the interstate
to
make it his favorite halfway point stop. He parked
his
truck and locked it with the remote as soon as he
stepped
out.
Julien
realized if Hammond had a down side, the
place
was firmly in “shifter” territory.
The
Lycan had absolutely zero respect for shape
shifters
and considered them just a step above regular
humans
but the fuckers were crafty and usually poor as
dirt.
They didn’t possess the pack mentality and that
was
the main reason why they always stayed in trouble,
was
the main reason why they always stayed in trouble,
especially
with law enforcement.
Nothing
would hurt his mother more than if he got
involved
with a shifter—Lycans weren’t crazy about
vamps
either but even they were better than shifters—
and
he decided the best defense was to be cognizant of
his
environment at all times.
He
waited until he was safely inside the diner and
seated
before he pulled out his Samsung Android
phone
and placed a call to Jolie. She answered after a
couple
of rings.
“Hello?”
“H
ey, chère,
it’s your big brother. I wanted to see
you
and I had to get away from Mama and Roy. Is it
okay
if I stay at your place tonight?”
Jolie
sighed on the other end of the phone. “You
need
to get out of there, Jules. It’s no good for you to
stay
there with them…I’m gone and you did your part.
Who
are you staying for because if you tell me it’s
Mama,
I’m gonna ring your neck. She is capable of
taking
care of herself and she doesn’t need any help
from
you.”
“Okay,
it is for the sake of Mama. I don’t trust Roy.
You
know what kind of wolf he is…he isn’t a real alpha
though
he likes to act the part. I couldn’t take it if he
ever
put his hands on her—”
“It’s
a little late for talk like that, don’t you think?
He’s
been puttin’ his hands all over Mama for almost
eight
years. What are you gonna do? Stop ‘em from
eight
years. What are you gonna do? Stop ‘em from
fuckin’?
It’s really none of your business what goes on
between
them. You need to get out of there and find a
place
of your own. You can afford it so stop being
cheap.
By the way, I expect you in about half an hour.”
“Make
it an hour or so. I stopped by Tommy’s Pizza
in
Hammond and you know I always get the sirloin,
bloody,
and a baked potato. I think I might have two
tonight
so let me enjoy my dinner in peace.”
She
sniggered. “Okay, just don’t make me wait too
long.
Talk to you later and drive carefully, all right?”
“
Ye s, mademoiselle,” he replied before he ended
their
call.
The
waitress walked over to him; she was a young
shifter
who looked tired and awaited anxiously for her
double
shift to end. By the way she kept shifting the
weight
of her body from one foot to the other and back
again,
her work day couldn’t be over soon enough.
“What
can I get for you?”
“I’ll
have two sirloin steaks—bloody—and three
eggs
over easy with a side of hash browns,” he said
without
consulting the menu he had memorized.
“It’ll
be about ten minutes. You want anything to
drink
with that?”
“Yeah,
I’ll take a Budweiser.”
The
waitress walked away and he ran his hands
through
his ultra short hair. He didn’t have to be
psychic to know it
would be a long night.
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