Monday, October 31, 2011

Nephilim (Academy of the Fallen 2) - Chapter 1 Sneak Preview!

A Special Halloween Treat!

Nephilim (Academy of the Fallen 2) - Chapter 1 Sneak Preview!


Chapter 1

It had been over 24 hours since I was dragged away from the Academy’s clinic, away from Kayla, who was still unconscious when I left.

They gave me two options: I would either have to accept that I was not allowed to see Kayla, or I would be on lock-down until further notice. I chose option three.

I did go to my room, pretended like I was going to stay away… the next day, when everyone seemed to be going about their own business, I ran to the gates of the Academy, where I could summon Chase. Chase is a ghost, trapped on earth, but he knows a lot about the Otherworld, which was where Kayla had been trapped… for far too long.

None of us at the Academy should ever be exposed to the Otherworld, the place where ghosts and demons wander around for most of their existence, but for Kayla, that was especially dangerous. Kayla, is one of their children, the offspring of a fallen angel with a human. Her father runs the Academy. Kayla, however, didn’t know much of anything. She was raised as human, hidden away from the Academy until she started seeing ghosts and other beings from the Otherworld.

I was on my way to the gate when the nurse stopped me.

“Hunter—Mr. Chambers!” she yelled to get my attention. “The girl, she is awake.”

I didn’t wait for her to say anything else. I ran to the clinic, but was stopped at the door by Kayla’s biological father and my private mentor, Mr. Daniels. I say private mentor because, like Kayla, I’m not like the others at the Academy. I’m not one of the haunted, and I’m definitely not one of the Fallen. Just about the only thing that I have in common with the Fallen is that I’m immortal.

“She is under observation, Chambers,” said Daniels. “You are not going in.”

My instinct said to rush past him and get in the room, but I knew that would only get me kicked out and I wouldn’t be able to get any information.

I took a deep breath.

“How is she?”

“She has been awake for a few hours. The nurse has given her food and explained where she is. She seems calm enough to where I will be able to walk in and actually talk to her, explain why she is here.”

“It doesn’t sound like a good idea,” I said.

Mr. Daniels, of course, ignored me. I just then noticed him staring at the monitors behind me, monitors that they added to check on Kayla.

“You may stay here and listen in, if you wish,” Mr. Daniels said.

I nodded.

Kayla was just sitting there, examining her nails, when Mr. Daniels walked in. She simply looked up, unalarmed, and stared at him. Daniels asked if she wanted to know why she was here.

Kayla shrugged.

Daniels told her that she was in danger because Benjamin, the son of an Incubus demon, was after her.

She gave him a puzzled look.

Then Daniels went on to explain that Benjamin is her half brother, and that Benjamin being after her was his fault. Daniels said he tried to protect her throughout her lifetime by letting humans care for her, but that only put her in even more danger.

Kayla just stared at him.

Daniels approached her, sitting on the foot of the bed.

Again, Kayla just watched him, trusting, understanding… something was wrong.

“Do you understand what you are?” Daniels asked.

She shook her head, but didn’t say anything at first.

“Am I a demon?” she asked. “Like my brother?”

“No, Kayla. You are a Nephilim.”

That got her to react, but she didn’t say anything, just looked surprised.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked.

She nodded.

Something was definitely wrong. Kayla didn’t know anything about the Nephilim. I had told her about the Fallen, about the haunted, but not this.

Daniels smiled.

“Very well, then. You will learn a lot in the Academy. I’m really hoping that time will lead us to get to know each other, and I hate to ask this, but it is important for your safety that no one knows what you are or that you are my daughter.”

Kayla shrugged.

By then, I had had enough. I barged into the room, moving directly toward her.

“You are out of line, Chambers!” Daniels yelled.

He looked at Kayla, but saw that she wasn’t reacting to my being there.

“Leave, Mr. Chambers.”

I ignored him.

“Look at me, Kayla,” I said.

She didn’t react to me calling her name. She just stared at Daniels like she had never seen a being like that before.

I put my hand on her arm to get her attention. “Hey! Look at me!”

When she did, her eyes were cold, dark, and empty. How could Daniels have not noticed? How could the nurses have missed this?

I already knew it before she spoke, but it was good that the words came from her and not from me, otherwise, Daniels might not have believed me.

“Get your hands off me! … and stop calling me Kayla. I’m not Kayla!”

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©2011 Daniele Lanzarotta. May not be reprinted or reproduced in any manner, written, electronic or otherwise without express permission of author.

Friday, October 28, 2011



Vampires or Fallen Angels… who is your favorite? Personally, I couldn’t decide, which is the reason I created Imprinted Souls’ Anne.

Now, it is your turn to decide (or at least try to...)

If you are dressing up as a Vampire or Fallen Angel this Halloween, you can enter to win a signed copy of one of my books… Academy of the Fallen or one of the Imprinted Souls books.

To enter, ‘like’ and post your picture in costume @ my new Facebook author page.

Contest will be open until November 5th.

Happy Halloween!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Nicholas' Favorite 'Hunting' Memory

So, you want to know my favorite ‘hunting’ memory? I know you are assuming that it involves a human, a human girl to be specific, and I can guarantee you think it involves glamouring, kissing, and all of that awesomeness that I’m known to use to keep my ‘snacks’ happy. Well… you are in for a surprise, Love.

All of my hunting activities have been pretty much the same, but not that one. That was one of a kind and unforgettable, mostly because it was the only time I’ve ever hunted out of revenge. Oh, and there was also the fact that she was not human, which made it a challenge… well, not really… considering that I can take on anyone.

By now you should know about my stepsister, Sarah. After mother died, father married Sarah’s mom. She was no good. I spent most of my time hiding and protecting Sarah from her. After that B-- well, after my ‘maker’ turned me, I was still around town; around enough to know that father and his ‘wife’ went missing. That was when I went back and took Sarah. She was only nine years old at the time.

I knew the others were not happy. Most kept their distance from me because if they lost control, well… children are known to weaken the strongest vampires. It has something to do with how pure and how much humanity they have.

Unfortunately, keeping their distance didn’t mean they weren’t watching me.

It was strange though… with Sarah around… I was too worried about protecting her, so I never felt that hunger.

That didn’t mean I never got hungry… just a few days after I took her from the house, I had to leave her where we were staying and went hunting. When I got back to the house, there was a fire, and I was too late to save Sarah.

Too late to save Sarah, but not too late to get to the one vampire standing in front of the house; crying like a bloody fool.

As soon as I got to her, she started apologizing, saying that she was ordered to start the fire.

I knew why she was crying. I knew why she was apologizing. I could smell Sarah’s scent in her breath.

I slowly approached her. She didn’t move.

I actually had never seen her before so I demanded to know who her maker was. She was older than me. She might have been weaker because of Sarah’s blood, but she still could not go against her maker’s order to keep her identity a secret. She wouldn’t even give me her name.

I told her that she had three seconds to run. As far as I knew, I could get into a lot of trouble for destroying an older vampire. It took me less than a second to realize that I didn’t care. I ran after her and spun her around, biting her neck. I quickly stopped. I didn't want the risk of Sarah's blood impacting my judgment. Humanity was the last thing I needed.

I grabbed the vampire by her neck and whispered in her ear that I was going to do the same to her as she had done to Sarah. I dragged her closer to the house and threw her in the fire. She tried to run at first, I threw her in the fire again, but not before I told her I would keep throwing her in that fire as many times as needed…. Let’s just say that was the last time I needed to do that.

That is pretty much it for that memory. You are probably thinking that was pretty sweet… protecting my stepsister. So, what time are you coming over? *cocky smile *

Now, if you want a different kind of hunting memory… *winks*… you may want to be more specific, Love.


©2011 Daniele Lanzarotta. May not be reprinted or reproduced in any manner, written, electronic or otherwise without express permission of author.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Thoughts on Ebook Piracy

Unfortunately, I knew that the chances of this happening one day were likely... Today, I accidentally found someone in Australia who has been sharing epub files of Wide Awake. My immediate reaction was to report her to the website, among other places... well, after I did some Facebook venting.

I honestly have no words for people who do this type of thing, and that includes the ones who downloaded the file. That is pretty low. Authors work months, sometimes even years, to get their work done and published, then works a whole lot more to market their work, and someone comes around and does that...

If this is a matter of not having the money to buy books, you can go to your local library... it is as easy as that. Unfortunately, I don't think that is the case with the ones actually sharing the files, because they are taking their time to get that done and it just makes me sick.

The same goes to pirating music, movies, etc... there are people who work for that. Have some respect!

I will have to say... I'm really not motivated right now to do any writing, but going after the ones who did that makes me feel better.

Not to worry though... I've met amazing readers over the years, and I love how so many of them take their time to help authors promote their books and to take down the ones sharing files illegally.

I will just take a deep breath, focus on the readers who support their favorite authors, and keep writing!