It is a great pleasure today to have a much acclaimed author and good friend join me today. So please give a warm welcome to the very lovely Kim Faulks.
Thank you so much, Naomi, for giving me a guest spot. I really appreciate the help. For those who don't know me, here's a little about myself.
I'm a Aussie girl who loves camping, fishing and writing dark, twisted stories that scare and excite! I’m a mother of two, an unruly dog and a skittish cat and I spend most of my time with my head in another world, usually filled with the paranormal.
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Book 1 is available now free on Amazon
In the land they call the Underworld, witches have fought the Corrupt for hundreds of years. They are losing this battle. Only one coven remains to protect the human race, the Crux Coven, led by a grieving warrior-witch named Creed. He’s lost the only woman he’s ever loved and now as the Corrupt close in, he’s about to lose his family too. Until a human woman breaks his wards and enters his sanctuary.
Creed’s a warrior prepared for battle, but not for the attraction he feels toward the human woman, Helaine.
There’s something dark about this woman. Something so powerful it scares Creed.
Will Helaine prove to be the edge he needs to win the war between good and evil, or will he succumb to the dark power between them?
The young boy drew his knees to his chest. Above, the crew screamed orders. The flurry of activity after endless months at sea meant only one thing—they’d finally arrived. A wheeze from the convict next to him ended with one long hiss and then fell silent, drawing the boy’s attention back to the darkness. The man had been his quiet companion on this long journey to Hell. The voyage for this man had ended. He’d never see land again.
The shackles that bound his wrists weighed him down. He lifted his arms, wincing while the chains scraped and clinked. The unforgiving iron cut into his flesh, the pain unrelenting. He bit his lip to stop from crying out. His arms shook, his muscles screamed until his arms crashed to the floor. Hot tears slid down his cheeks to slip under his nose. He bent his head to wipe the tears and crusted snot but it hurt too much to lift his hands. He had no energy left. The fight in him was long gone.
The malaise that gripped him day after day left him thin and weak. He licked his cracked lips. His broken teeth sliced the tender flesh of his mouth, coating his tongue with the metallic taste of blood. Dysentery and fevers had taken most of the convicts. When they set sail from London, the compartment he was in had been his assigned compartment was so crowded, he could barely find a spot to sit. Now the cabin around him was empty and sparse. The bodies of the dead had been carried up top, never to be seen again. They’d been the lucky ones.
Heavy footsteps stopped beside the boy’s silent companion. The thick cockney accent of one of the crew barked from the darkness. "Hey, you alive?"
The soft thud of boot on flesh sounded, but there was no answer. He held his breath, willing his racing heart to slow, for fear the man would hear him. But hiding was of no use. Strong hands gripped his arms. His head snapped back and the manacles dug deep as he was wrenched upright.
"We're here, boy. It's time to see your new home."
He whimpered and swallowed hard as the clink of chains echoed and the irons fell to the ground. This was a cruel fate, all for a loaf of bread for his starving family. The sweet face of his mother filled his mind, her eyes red from crying. William, come back to us—she was the last familiar thing he'd seen.
It's a wonderfully written excerpt, Kim, a real hook. I have to read the whole book, and I'm sure others will too. And more of your work. You've had some great reviews already.
It's great having you as my guest today Kim. I hope you'll visit again soon. You are always welcome. And I wish you the very best for all your books.