If you've been following along on my Facebook page, then you may have heard about my Macbook Air fail that basically took half of The Final Omen with it. After being sent to the best technological genuises in the field of data recovery, it was deemed a total loss. Since I'll have to rewrite a good chunk of the book, the release date is now November 9. In the meantime, enjoy an unedited excerpt from the final series novel:
Just breathe, Kate…
Hysteria bubbled up inside of her as Kate Edwards realized her ridiculous line of thinking. She couldn’t breathe. Because she was dead and the dead didn’t need to breathe.
Grasping the edge of the kitchen countertop for support, she used her free hand to touch the side of her face. She needed assurances of the corporeality of her body. Her flesh felt real. Taking a quick inventory of the rest of her body, she saw the same arms and legs, the same ten pounds she’d been trying to lose.
Her head snapped up and Rose Corbett was still standing before her, staring at her with a mix of emotions Kate couldn’t discern. Anguish floored her again as she took in Rose’s raven colored hair, the same hair of her son Jared. The son Kate craved with her entire being. The one she had told she loved before she died on him.
They were in the Edwards home or some alternative version of it. Minutes ago or possibly longer since Kate was unsure if time worked the same in this place, Kate had been murdered. Killed by an insane masked intruder in her own home. The tragedy was Kate had a premonition of her murder before it happened. Details had changed, but the gist was she still ended up in a puddle of blood on the floor, butchered, her ex-boyfriend Jared too late to revive her.
When she came to in the dining room, nary a cut in sight, she assumed it was another premonition. A flash of black hair in the kitchen had her heart singing. Jared was there! She would confess her visions about her murder and he’d protect her. Instead, Rose had stepped towards her, saying her name.
“Why?” Kate demanded. “What was the point of it all? Why did I have the premonitions if I was going to die no matter what I did?”
A security system and self-defense training hadn’t stopped her attack. Investigating her future murder with fellow psychic Declan Brayden hadn’t unmasked her killer. Months of knowing she could die, but foolishly believing her case wasn’t hopeless.
“Kate, I…” Rose began.
“You can’t…I can’t hear you say it. Because when you say the words, it’ll make it real and I’ll be forced to accept that it’s all over.” She took a long minute to study Rose, taking in her thick dark eyelashes, her glossy midnight black hair, cascading in waves to her waistline. She was exquisite, unearthly beautiful in a yellow sundress. “Is this my purgatory? Being stuck inside of my house and forced to stare at a spitting image of him?”