Insta-Prophecy Hotline Chapter 4

Here’s Chapter 4 of my Urban Fantasy, Insta-Prophecy Hotline!

Chapter 4

Updates!

Hello everyone! I’m back from my trip and ready to hit the ground running. The first chapters of Insta-Prophecy Hotline’s sequel are currently being written and so far I am meeting my New Year’s Resolutions. So I’ll call it a win.

Veni Vidi Vici! And all that.

The only annoying thing is I’m having technical difficulties with my laptop I have named Chaka. My mouse is named Khan, but that’s another story. At random intervals, my laptop keeps deciding that it doesn’t want a few buttons to work. And then the keys do work… and then they don’t work… and then they do work… I think it’s a way for my laptop to get back at me for all this traveling lately. Sigh.

No worries though, I have an external keyboard and I’m not afraid to use it. It just defeats the purpose of a laptop. Also, has anyone else noticed that Toshiba has stopped selling commercial laptops? I’m crushed. CRUSHED I SAY!

All right, onto what you’re here for: week 5 of 47 of my free chapter releases. Again, if you want to read the full story right now, or just want to support the author, below are the links to purchase Insta-Prophecy Hotline.

Also, if you’re sticking around to read this chapter, please remember this is a romance. While I don’t write smut (thought there’s nothing wrong with that), at some point there are romantical scenes that are too explicit for younger audiences. You’ve been warned, you under 18-ers.

All right, moving on. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

Updates!

Hello everyone! I’m back from my trip and ready to hit the ground running. The first chapters of Insta-Prophecy Hotline’s sequel are currently being written and so far I am meeting my New Year’s Resolutions. So I’ll call it a win.

Veni Vidi Vici! And all that.

The only annoying thing is I’m having technical difficulties with my laptop I have named Chaka. My mouse is named Khan, but that’s another story. At random intervals, my laptop keeps deciding that it doesn’t want a few buttons to work. And then the keys do work… and then they don’t work… and then they do work… I think it’s a way for my laptop to get back at me for all this traveling lately. Sigh.

No worries though, I have an external keyboard and I’m not afraid to use it. It just defeats the purpose of a laptop. Also, has anyone else noticed that Toshiba has stopped selling commercial laptops? I’m crushed. CRUSHED I SAY!

All right, onto what you’re here for: week 5 of 47 of my free chapter releases. Again, if you want to read the full story right now, or just want to support the author, below are the links to purchase Insta-Prophecy Hotline.

Also, if you’re sticking around to read this chapter, please remember this is a romance. While I don’t write smut (thought there’s nothing wrong with that), at some point there are romantical scenes that are too explicit for younger audiences. You’ve been warned, you under 18-ers.

All right, moving on. ENJOY!

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On Sale Now!

Paperback Available exclusively with Amazon:
Amazon
Amazon UK
IndieBound

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
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IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

IT TAKES A KNIGHT TO SAVE THE DAMSEL

Darius, an immortal knight working for Insta-Prophecy Hotline, spent the last seven hundred years hunting down thirteen ancient obsidian skulls. A seemingly easy enough task, but one particular skull can possess hapless victims and has a penchant for ending civilizations. When he discovers that a Seer has kept him in the dark about an apocalyptic prophecy centered around the skulls, he nearly resigns. That is until the prophecy leads him straight to a fiery redhead who sparks a need in him that goes far beyond duty.

IT TAKES A DAMSEL TO REWRITE DESTINY

Mackenzie is a down-to-earth girl who has better things to deal with than to figure out why Insta-Prophecy Hotline sent her an obsidian skull. When a Seer tells her she’s destined to end the world, she thinks it’s a prank. When she winds up in Scotland with no memory of how she got there, she finds she’s in over her head. But as her destiny becomes tied to Darius, a knight in brooding armor, she gets on board and has to appreciate the irony that the world has to end for her to meet Mr. Right.

Chapter 4

The door shut behind the damned Darius Cooper. Allyanora could see the darkness eating away at his soul, an erosion he cleverly hid beneath a layer of feigned anger. It was the same black aura that surrounded Jonathan at the end.

She knew Darius would never deviate from his chosen path. He was going to die, it was in the prophecy.

Bastian rubbed the small of her back, his calloused fingers trailed goose bumps along her skin as his worried gaze studied her. “My dear?”

She knew without a doubt losing Darius would devastate her husband.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Bah, stop giving me those puppy dog eyes or I’ll rip off your clothes and we’ll never make it to the conference.” She took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee and set it aside. “You know I’m so very popular at these things. American officials will want to know if the Chinese will call in their exorbitant debt, the Chinese will want to know if the Americans will start a war to avoid paying it back. The North Koreans will demand to know when the world will start to take them seriously. And the Russians always ask when global warming will heat up their sodding country. Busy day ahead.”

Bastian let out an exaggerated sigh. “Then take note of the sacrifice I’m making.”

“Noted. And later you’ll be greatly rewarded.” She stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a quick kiss, then danced out of his grasp when he tried to pull her closer. She turned her attention to her cell phone still clutched in her hand. Her fingers danced across the screen as she quickly typed out the obsidian skull prophecy for Darius.

Bastian gave another harried sigh as he walked over to the kitchenette and put the food in the mini-fridge.

Allyanora was almost finished when Bastian spoke. “Um, dear?”

“Hmmm?” She pressed ‘send’ on the screen and then saw Bastian staring at the small stack of papers she had left on the counter.

Damn.

“You told Darius that L.G.’s skull was being delivered tomorrow?” Bastian already had his phone out.

“That’s what I said.”

“This paperwork says a courier delivered a package today and you wrote here ‘the skull has left the building.'”

She sidled up to him and planted feather-light kisses along his stubbly jaw to distract him. Then she trailed her fingers down his arm and snatched the phone from his hand. With a pirouette she threw the phone against the wall like a professional cricket player.

Bastian glared at his broken phone on the floor and clenched his jaw. “You could have just asked me for it.”

“You would have interfered.” Allyanora wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “He’s part of the prophecy and there’s nothing you can do to spare him from what’s to come. He made his choice and now must bear witness to the consequences.”

Bastian’s muscles stiffened beneath her cheek and she didn’t need to see his face to know he was in pain. She wished she could offer him some comfort. The downside for a Seer was they couldn’t envision the prophecies divined by other Seers. The magic didn’t work that way and she had no idea why.

Allyanora only hoped that maybe, just maybe, Darius would manage to save himself when Jonathan couldn’t.

All she and Bastian could do now was wait.

Allyanora wove her fingers through Bastian’s and gave him the warmest smile she could manage in hopes of taking even the slightest edge off his worry.

She tugged him towards the door. “Come, love. Before we meet the ambassadors, we must first see a man about an Olmec chicken.”

Chapter 4

The door shut behind the damned Darius Cooper. Allyanora could see the darkness eating away at his soul, an erosion he cleverly hid beneath a layer of feigned anger. It was the same black aura that surrounded Jonathan at the end.

She knew Darius would never deviate from his chosen path. He was going to die, it was in the prophecy.

Bastian rubbed the small of her back, his calloused fingers trailed goose bumps along her skin as his worried gaze studied her. “My dear?”

She knew without a doubt losing Darius would devastate her husband.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Bah, stop giving me those puppy dog eyes or I’ll rip off your clothes and we’ll never make it to the conference.” She took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee and set it aside. “You know I’m so very popular at these things. American officials will want to know if the Chinese will call in their exorbitant debt, the Chinese will want to know if the Americans will start a war to avoid paying it back. The North Koreans will demand to know when the world will start to take them seriously. And the Russians always ask when global warming will heat up their sodding country. Busy day ahead.”

Bastian let out an exaggerated sigh. “Then take note of the sacrifice I’m making.”

“Noted. And later you’ll be greatly rewarded.” She stood on the tips of her toes and gave him a quick kiss, then danced out of his grasp when he tried to pull her closer. She turned her attention to her cell phone still clutched in her hand. Her fingers danced across the screen as she quickly typed out the obsidian skull prophecy for Darius.

Bastian gave another harried sigh as he walked over to the kitchenette and put the food in the mini-fridge.

Allyanora was almost finished when Bastian spoke. “Um, dear?”

“Hmmm?” She pressed ‘send’ on the screen and then saw Bastian staring at the small stack of papers she had left on the counter.

Damn.

“You told Darius that L.G.’s skull was being delivered tomorrow?” Bastian already had his phone out.

“That’s what I said.”

“This paperwork says a courier delivered a package today and you wrote here ‘the skull has left the building.'”

She sidled up to him and planted feather-light kisses along his stubbly jaw to distract him. Then she trailed her fingers down his arm and snatched the phone from his hand. With a pirouette she threw the phone against the wall like a professional cricket player.

Bastian glared at his broken phone on the floor and clenched his jaw. “You could have just asked me for it.”

“You would have interfered.” Allyanora wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. “He’s part of the prophecy and there’s nothing you can do to spare him from what’s to come. He made his choice and now must bear witness to the consequences.”

Bastian’s muscles stiffened beneath her cheek and she didn’t need to see his face to know he was in pain. She wished she could offer him some comfort. The downside for a Seer was they couldn’t envision the prophecies divined by other Seers. The magic didn’t work that way and she had no idea why.

Allyanora only hoped that maybe, just maybe, Darius would manage to save himself when Jonathan couldn’t.

All she and Bastian could do now was wait.

Allyanora wove her fingers through Bastian’s and gave him the warmest smile she could manage in hopes of taking even the slightest edge off his worry.

She tugged him towards the door. “Come, love. Before we meet the ambassadors, we must first see a man about an Olmec chicken.”

Recent Releases

Book 2 of the Insta-Prophecy Hotline Series is now available in eBook and Print.

Paperback Available exclusively with:
Amazon
Amazon UK

Ebook available at:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Smashwords
iTunes/iBooks
Kobo

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