Weaving together the threads that make up my passion for the written word…as an author, editor, and follower of The Word.
Help us get to know you better! What do you write, and how do you describe yourself as an author?
I write anything from books, poetry and everything in between. To describe me I would say I am a very dedicated writer. I have a mantra I say often. “I write therefore I am.”
Of all the characters you’ve created, which one do you wish you could hang out with in real life and why?
I really do not wish to hang out with any of my characters. I don’t see them like that. Its all business.
What innermost passion drives your writing, and what do you hope your readers feel or experience when they read your work?
That is a good question. I think it would be the ability to express myself without saying a word. Growing up I didn’t really have a voice. Writing became a way to express myself. Writing was my secret voice. My hope is to just share my story with others. When writing articles I hope to inform. My poetry I hope to inspire.
“In a world where the Father created all I was born…an angel. A new breed I was meant to overthrow the children of heaven. To prevent this I was taken, and raised as Father’s own. My memories wiped, the killer beast inside me caged. Memories never stay buried though…and love could threaten us all.”
Aye is an angel born unto one of highest angels of the heavenly council. Having never had this happen before Father raises Aye as his own making her believe she was created just like the rest of her angelic brethren, well except for the voices that whispered to her to kill them all. Aye would never, but she can not deny the thought, the sight of their blood on her skin, her lips is thrillingly tempting. What is she really? Why does everyone look at her with either disgust or lustful interest?
Aye’s world changes at the behest of Father that she have a guardian. Surprised it is the soldier Pio that Aye had befriend as a child. Soon their relationship changes. Discovered in heaven is a betrayer, and Aye is the center of this all.
I awoke to the feeling of being encased in luscious warmth so I nuzzled into it more.
“Are you nuzzling me?” I heard Pio’s voice underneath me. I opened my eyes wide finding myself lying against Pio in his lap. I jumped up sliding off his lap, stumbling to my feet. How long had he been holding me?
“I was not.” I said defensively.
“Fine if you say so,” he said as he rose raising his hands in surrender. “You should get dressed then,” he said motioning me up and down.
Again the familiar heat rose to my cheeks. Ugh! The man was incorrigible. I stomped away to dress in a simple medium length white dress with a red sash that tied in the back. Still fuming in my mind I tried to tie the sash behind me, when I felt Pio’s hands take over. The man confused me. A total jerk one second, kind and gentle the next.
“Why do you have to be such a jerk?” I said exhaustedly.
“Well, I have been called worse, and by my own men too….”
I turned to face him wondering if he was insane. “Don’t you miss your former duties? Why are you watching over me? I-”
He took my face in his hands as my breath caught in my chest. “No, you are not. Your Father requested me, but I was honored he trusted me to do so.”
“Thank you,” I said slipping his warm hands from my face. I then smiled sweetly clasping my hands behind my back. “I am fine now.”
Pio dropped his head wearily, as he went and collapsed onto my bed.
“You’re going to give me grey hairs now.”
“Angel’s don’t get grey hairs do they?” I said slinking myself back towards my door. Just as I turned to grab the handle a hand instantly slapped onto my wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” he said as he slipped his arms around my waist swinging me around.
“Let me go,” I glowered tugging at his arms around my waist.
“But you were nuzzling me before,” he cooed. “I thought you were a pillow.”
I glowered. “No you did not think I was a pillow,” he smiled against my cheek. “Okay! I didn’t you win,” I said giving up when there was a sudden knock on my door.
We both looked up surprised as he let me go. I walked over to the door oddly feeling naked without his arms around me. I quickly shook the thought out of my head opening the door to reveal Raphael.
“How are you feeling Princess?” Raphael beamed cheerfully.
“I am better, thank you,” I curtsied.
“May I speak with your guardian for just a moment?”
Raphael looked over at Pio and I looked back to see Pio nod; he then walked out with Raphael as he closed the door behind them. I crouched down putting my ear to the door to listen.
“I’m fine, Raphael, thank you. I will do as our Lord requests. She is listening by the door by the way.”
I gasped as the door swung open. Out I splattered onto the marble floor. “Very well then,” Raphael said.
I looked up to see Raphael pat Pio on the shoulder with a weary look as then he walked away. I stood up and bowed before Pio.
“I am sorry for listening!”
“You are an impossible girl, aren’t you?” I winced as he put his finger under my chin lifting up my face to look at him.
“And you still like me right?” I smiled sweetly.
He chuckled. “Yes, I do, though I cannot let this misbehavior slide,” he scolded as I stood up straight a bit shocked.
“Pioooo,” I pouted. He intertwined his hand with mine pulling me along to leave.
“Father gave me permission to punish as needed.”
“Father did not!” I choked.
He looked back at me smiling quite mischievously. “Let’s go now, naughty girl.”
Jan Marie is an establish online article writer. Mostly self trained with only attending one Rock Valley College writing course she first broke into the comic book writing scene where she worked with new independent companies as head script writer. She then moved into freelance writing having been published by various online publishers and also was featured in FATE magazine. She also hosts her own Review business blog site Authors and Angels where she host reviews and interviews of fellow indie authors. She now has written her first fantasy romance novella “Angelic Confessions.”
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