My First Book

It was always a dream of mine to write, become an author, putting my imagination into words.  I thought the dream evaporated with my youth, but low and behold, the need to write erupted just a few years ago, and the writing muse helped me along the way.  My first book is called BEAUTIFUL FORSAKEN and it is a gay paranormal romance story.  I've always read supernatural books, it is my thing, very rarely do I read a book that does not have some supernatural element.  Some of my favorite authors are Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice.  I was happy indulging in the macabre, but then one day I picked up a book by Larrisa Ione, it was book 1 of her Demonica Series.  It was listed under the Paranormal Romance section at my neighborhood Barnes & Noble...from that one book I found my niche...I read the whole series in months and then started with J.R.Ward another author in that genre, her series is called The Black Dagger Brotherhood.  Reading these two authors got my writing juices flowing...but there was one thing missing.  I enjoyed reading these books, but they are usually geared to the heterosexual market, being gay I wanted some gay characters, so I decided to create my own paranormal romance novel with major gay characters.  I didn't want to just appeal to the gay audience, but everyone.  So my first novel BEAUTIFUL FORSAKEN was born. I am very proud of my fledgling book and it holds a special place in my heart. My book can be found at www.Smashwords.com, Barnes & Nobles.com, and other fine websites.  This is an E-Book which can be downloaded on a reading device or your computer. Feel free to check it out. Here is a brief excerpt from the book.

                                             He runs out of the Hotel Carlyle horrified.  The image of Bernadette's head sends nauseated spasms throughout his body.  The sound of the fiend's diabolical laughter haunts him every stride.  He sobs and cries for his sweet Bernadette.  She was an innocent in this hellish game, just like the others before her.  He stops, stares up to Heaven and screams.  He cannot take anymore of this.  Why does fate fate abandon him yet again, only to give him love then brutally take it away?  Everyone he loves is taken away from that sadistic beast.  He runs faster, pushing himself through the streets of London, blood tears staining the cobblestone pavement.  He cannot stop running.  If he stops, the sorrow will overwhelm him and he will have to face the truth; that his love kills.  The light rain and fog caress his broken heart.  He is drunk on suffering, numb and battered.  This is too much for one man to take.  He laughs at that thought, for he is no man.  A man could protect the one he loves.  No, he is a monster.  He pictures her beautiful face and he cries.  Just like the others she was taken away from him.  He does not hear the horse drawn carriage as it almost runs him down, the driver cursing him as it passes.  He is selfish.  He could end this torment and his suffering, but his heart will not let him.  The silent heart, that only beats in the presence of his love.  Somehow, some way he will fulfill his destiny and love his soul mate.  He will wait.  He had to wait; all he has is time.  He is immortal, he is a vampire.  Centuries had come and gone, and his longing for love...his love, only intensifies.  So again the cycle continues.  He must be patient.  Love will come again, it always has.  He will feed and sleep.  He cannot bear roaming the earth without his love.  So he will die, if you can call it that.  After all, isn't he dead already?  He will go deep in the earth and cease to exist.  Just like the times before, he will give himself to Mother Earth.  While the world moves forward he remains; until the beacon of love shines down upon him, signaling that his love has returned and walks the earth, then and only then will he awaken.