I know it has been a lifetime since I've made a blog post, but I've been focusing on working out the kinks in Rellik. So here is the prologue to the story. I've never started a novel with a flashback but it felt necessary to this rock star's story. Here he is at the young age of 16 and where some of his problems began.
**Unedited and subject to change**
Prologue- (Past) Forsaken
Forsaken: abandoned or deserted.
I could still feel the warmth of her blood between my fingertips, my mind clouded in a heavy fog as thick as the syrupy substance on my hands. I stood over Katie, her face marred with dirt-stained tears as she stared off into nothingness. The leaves around us rustled as the wind blew hot against my back, the oppressive southern heat making it hard to breathe. If it weren’t for the breeze I would have sworn that the Earth had frozen on its axis, suspending us in time. Heavy raindrops fell from the leaves, sending the crimson pool rippling around her still body.
“Katie, it’s gonna be okay,” I mumbled as I slid my hands under her back, lifting her from the dirt. Her body was limp and I struggled to stand as her head fell back, her long dark hair, slicked with blood hung in the freshly made mud from the late night Florida storm. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I looped my other hand under her knees, my shoulder colliding hard with a tree as I pushed to my feet, bark biting into my flesh. I winced at the sudden burst of heat before my own superficial wound, but pain snapped me out of my daze and back into the moment. Time had not stilled for me, even if I would forever live in this moment.
Gritting my teeth, I began the long trudge out of the cover of the woods, our sanctuary turned hell. My muscles begged for reprieve but I continued on, determined to find help.
It felt like hours had passed since I took her into my arms and my muscles began to fail at the thought that it would be the last time. I placed her in the grass on the shoulder of Trails End Drive, pulling her ashy-toned face to my chest as I smoothed her hair from her cheek.
“I’m so sorry I got dirt in your hair,” My words were strangled, my vision blurred as I looked into the lifeless eyes of the girl I loved. I’d never even said the words out loud to her.
Light illuminated her body as I felt her being pulled from my grip, but God couldn’t take her. I still needed her here to be my angel. I held her close as hands ripped and clawed at my skin, desperate to pull her from my arms. My own body was being forced into the mud, as the silk of her hair slipped through my fingers.
“Call the police!” I watched the large silhouette holding her lifeless body walk away, blocking out the light momentarily. What I thought was Heaven was the headlight of a rusted blue pickup truck, God nothing more than a stranger. My angel had forsaken me. I closed my eyes as I quit struggling against the weight on my shoulders. There was no reason for me to fight anymore.
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1kgmgP6
-stand alone novel-
Rellik Bentley is to die for.
He can have any woman he wants and they will do anything to be with him. He uses and abuses them like drugs and tosses them out with the trash. The only thing he gives a f*ck about is his music. That is, until Ella Lighten walks into his life and stumbles upon one of his darkest secrets. In the midst of doing damage control, he begins to obsess over the mysterious woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
Rellik won’t take no for an answer.
TERESA MUMMERT is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Her work includes word of mouth bestselling, White Trash Trilogy, which landed her a three book publishing deal with Simon & Schuster. She is also the author of the wildly popular Honor Series which chronicles the taboo romance between a student and her college professor.
To date, she's written over twenty novels, and plans for many more releases in the future.