The Indie Spotlight Day 3: Excerpt & Giveaway With Author Law Reigns
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Welcome back for Day 3 of The Indie Spotlight with Author Law Reigns. Check out today’s excerpt from her novel, Superheroes Wear Faded Denim and enter for your chance to win a copy! Don’t forget, after each featured post a new chance to win will be added to the widget. Good luck!
“Blissany, do you ever think you could believe in magic?”
“What?” Lost in the brown fibers of his hair, she was unaware he was talking to her.
She stared at him. Crickets chirped in the background.
“Never mind. That was an asinine question. Just open the box.”
“The one inside the basket on the edge of the desk.”
She caressed the hand-woven basket painted in butterflies. After his mother died of breast cancer two years ago she thought he would stop incorporating butterflies into his artwork. A descendent from the Hopi tribe, his mother was renowned for painting elaborate butterfly designs on her expensive pottery.
It’s probably a bracelet or something his mother made. She nonchalantly opened the jewelry box. There upon a black pillow lay a ring with a stone illuminating the entire box. It transformed her palms into the night sky. She met Wanikiya’s intense gaze. Without thinking, she dropped the ring back into the basket.
“It’s beautiful, but—” he had really bought a ring. “S-so who were those people?” She slammed the box shut. “They looked so odd.”
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She shivered. He was serious. “You’re 18 years old. You can’t know that.”
“I’ve always been very apt at knowing what I want.”
“You’re three years younger—”
“Two years. I turn nineteen in two weeks.”
“What I’m saying is we’re both too young to want marriage. We haven’t even explored the dating world. There’s so many people, so many experiences, Demi would add so many sexual encounters to be had.”
“Since when have I cared—I didn’t just roll out of bed wanting to do this. I’ve thought about this for months. We know everything there is to know about each other.”
“It’s rare we even go a day without talking.”
“That’s why you want to marry me. You don’t spend time with other women.”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Blissany. You’re my best friend. I have fallen in love with you over the last 4 years. I want us to be more than friends. I want you to be my own body, my own flesh.”
That was his odd way of saying he wanted to make her his little wife. She swallowed. She could just imagine it. At first he would give her the world, spending thousands of dollars to make her wedding everything she wanted. Demi would be so jealous. Then when they finally married, she’d be expected to do nothing. Wanikiya would go off to work every day leaving her to achieve her dreams of becoming an artist. He’d buy her gifts like BMWs and trips to Maui, feed her steak dinners, and take her on weekend excursions to Europe. What about sex? She imagined they would have missionary sex which would inevitably become dull after several years of marriage. The allure of the money would wear off as well. Sooner or later Wanikiya would age beyond her level of human understanding. He already had the wisdom of a 70-year-old seer. What would he be like when he was 30? He’d probably start speaking to her in psalms, developing expectations she become a religious leader like him. She’d fail miserably. He would become disappointed with her. She’d want lots of sex. He would think she was a fiend. Soon enough she would be known as that little wife who failed to rise to her husband’s standards. Pictures of her straying off to have love affairs would become viral video blogs.
“Oh God no.” The image was an ulcer festering in her mind. “It wouldn’t work out. I can’t.”
The force of her declaration threw Wanikiya backwards. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, searching for something to say. He held secrets in his eyes, deeper thoughts he didn’t want to share with her when there had never been any secrets between them before. “What if I,” he began, choosing his words carefully. “Told you I’m not who you think I am?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m serious. What if I told you those people you asked about were vampires?”
She was beginning to lose patience with him. Her whole day was going crazy. The one person she needed to give her sanity was not being any help. “I’d say you were mean for making fun of their pale skin color.”
About the Author:
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Law Reigns has an odd obsession with romance. At the advice of her friends, she gave up the plight of playing cupid in their lives. Developing her own characters to manipulate proved to be more rewarding. After having studied creative writing at the University of Florida, she decided to write Superheroes Wear Faded Denim. A proud Gator alumni, she based her new adult fantasy romance where blood runs orange and blue. She personally invites all adventure druggies and love fanatics to dive into the pages of Faded Denim, a story that transforms a swampy, southern town into a battlefield for life and love.
Connect with Law Reigns:
Facebook page: www.facebook.com/Authorlawreigns
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