Title: Trapped Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series
Author: Eri Nelson
Genre: FICTION > Fairy Tales,
Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology, Action & Adventure
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices your desire to read more.
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices your desire to read more.
Izzy’s world is apparently not what
it seems and neither is she. Although this now adult orphan is attempting to
grasp at all the flying madness whizzing her way.
From electrically charged meetings
of the first sight kind to the levitating heartbeats, Izzy takes it all in
stride. However, even a girl of her kind is allowed to totally kick the crap of
love’s possible interest. Not to mention grab him by the shirt tail while
dashing through the walls ending in another time and back again.
~The force was great
and far
too out of control. In so much as
to have Izzy and Aiden landing
shoulder to shoulder and face
down in a pile
of rubble.
“What just happen? What did you
do?
What did you just do, Isabella?”
“I don’t know! But whatever it
was it
just saved both our asses and
sense your
whole attitude resides in yours.
You would
think you would be happy!”
“Yeah I am happy! Hey the first
thing I
thought about this morning was Hey
wouldn’t
it be grand to
travel through my own bloody
walls only to
find myself face down in the dirt.
Oh and let us not forgot whatever
the hell that
was that blew all my windows in.
Do you
even know how much that is going
to cost
me? Cause I sure as don’t,” Aiden
was aware
that he was rambling out of pure
panic but he
sure was not going to admit it.
“Yeah Mr. Elite Black that’s the
first
thing I think about when I am
about to be
killed is how much is this going
to cost me.
Have I mentioned within the past
hour how
much of an ass you are?”
“So you didn’t come to my home to
explain anything, but to flee
from something?
Am I right?”
“Ok, you are right I did.
However, in
all honesty it was not on
purpose. I heard a
voice that told me to run to
him that can help.
I was not even thinking about
you. For that
matter, I did not even know where
you lived. I
just ran and then I ended up in
the lobby of
your building where I seen your
name in the
listings. Look, up to the last
few hours I did
not know who or what I was and
currently I
wish I still did not. But if it
makes you feel
any better, I am sorry I got you
involved.”
Aiden looked at her questioningly
but
said. “Well, that does not make
me feel any
better, but thanks!”
Izzy arose from the rubble
becoming
more aware of her wounds. She
still wore her
gym clothes and after this, her
Nike’s would
never be the same. It seems she
was getting
harder on her shoes in a matter
of hours than
the last few years of all her
cardio routines.
Glancing around she said, “We
have to find
something to tell us where we
are.”
Aiden bent over and pulled with
him a
metal engraved plate. “Mystery
solved. We
are in the midst of what’s left
of my
building.”
“How can you tell,” questioned
Izzy?
“Cause this plate bears my
address.”
“Ok, I am pretty sure I did not
blow up
the building but to be honest I
am not sure.”
Aiden looked at Izzy calmly
before he
went on into a frenzy. “You are
not sure!
Look around here Glenda the
not so good
witch, what was your
first clue? The fact,
which we seem to be the only
humans in a
fifty-mile radius? Oh, or perhaps
it was that
there is nothing but a crumbled
building lying
around us! Right now, I can’t
believe I was
even fascinated by your ass let
alone any
abilities you might have!”
“You egotistical self centered….
I am
pretty sure we went through the
building and
if you stop your over reacting
mouth for half a
breath, you would remember that
we flew
through what I can only say and
think was
time. As for my posterior, well
it is finer out
of these biker shorts. Not that
you will ever
have the opportunity to know.”
“Pretty sure? You think. So let
me just
take a look into your glass globe
of a head.”
Izzy rolled her eyes and watch
Aiden
continue on with his hysterics.
“Hmmm, well from what I can
gather
you got up today and said hey
I know who I
can test psycho
crap on today!
Some poor
sucker that you just so happen to
bash his
head in. Yeah that will do it!”
“Come on, I didn’t think about
the
bashing in part. That came when
you opened
your mouth.”
“Funny! So you are not just some
chick
with freaky power you are an off
color
comedian.”
“Take a moment and really look
around
here. This destruction did not
just happen.
Clearly this rubble has been here
for
decades,” Izzy was not so sure
about her
statement until just now but
under her current
duress, it made sense.
Aiden contemplated this newest
discovery while he rummaged
through the
crumbled building’s remains.
“I think you might be right there
seems
to be some growth around the
edges.”
Izzy climbed to one of the last
remaining corners of the building
to view the
surroundings.
“Aiden look, there seems to be
more
destruction all around us.
Whatever has
happened it seems that it has
been a more
dynamic source of energy than I
believe
remains within me.”
“That might be the case but it is
a little
early to come to that
conclusion.”
His words might be accurate
however
right now they just seemed to
tick Izzy off.
“Why do you have to be such a
positive
ass? For crying out loud, lets
least try to work
this out!”
“Isabella, I simply meant that we
need
to look around a bit more before
we conclude
on any theories.”
Izzy paused before jumping down
off
her peak and dared to reply. “Oh,
guess I
jumped the gun on that. Sorry.”
“Yeah well let us not get all
mushy
with sentiment.”
Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.
As fate belted her for knowing the
truth, Izzy now finds out that Aiden has gone missing. Having not ended on a
heartwarming note, the electorally-charged-mortal with a warped take on being a
goddess plans for a search and rescue.
With plans for Aiden’s rescue almost
halted by Arnost and Meg, Izzy takes in an ill paced smell. No lie, her new
power is the act of being able to smell it. However, this hasn't stopped the
rotten flesh of the dead from leaving their scent in the act of trying to harm
Izzy.
In an ever growing list of Izzy’s
enemies one will hold the fatherly insight she has desired or will he?
With the Grimoire in hand Izzy stated as
if talking to the book as if she would any other, “It’s not safe for you.” In
response, the book glowed and vanished from her grasp.
The odor was far more potent than her
first stumble upon their type. At this point, she was sure that this would be
her second run in with this kind. Since she had not encountered it while
searching for their The Cursed
visitor, Tempest, she was confident these were a different kind of being. More
importantly, she was positive that Arnost as well as her sister were keeping
yet another secret from her. If she were able to get through this she would be
certain to ask this time what were the ones known as blood mad?
Instead of a shaded moon to guide her
way, Izzy had the evening sun setting to light up the horizon. It would be a
lighted display compared to her last encounter.
As the crest of a head emerged, Izzy
chose to duck behind one of the many discarded vehicles on Arnost’s junkyard’s
front. She had expected merely one but from her crouch position, she could now
see many shapes approaching. This would perhaps be a blood bath. With whose
blood she was not sure of. Izzy only hoped it would not be her’s.
Finally close enough for her vision to
take in the whole scene Izzy stumbled falling on her derrière.
“Holy crap, It’s a Thriller video and me
without a red jacket!”
Like in true Izzy form, she chuckled at
her warped sense of humor. Yeah, laughing when she is scared out of her mind is
always her first call to action. The second is to kick some zombie ass.
Their step was slurred and staggered.
Although they did not come at a great speed, their decayed bodies moved on with
a definite determined ever-demanding need. Halting as many as Izzy could with
her new ability to freeze. The new power it seemed could halt to a point in
time around her chosen subject. Leaving them immobilized while time cruelly
moved by around them. So far, Izzy had learned she could freeze a room of
standing still humans. While slow moving, of what she could only assume to
call, zombies were a bit harder to master.
This was starting to become a full
workout. A half summersault over a rotten corpse with a back twist over another
and she was beginning to sweat. Then as if a prayer to her calls Arnost
appeared and shouting as, he approached…
“Don’t waste your energy trying to
freeze them all. You have to burn them. Its fire or the blood of the one they
track to halt them. Hurry now and bring the lighting forth and burn the hell
out of them.”
This pain was something in the future
she hoped would lessen but as of now it hurt like no other. Calling the
electric force forth through her body, it began to break the flesh of her
fingers. Just as she could feel the blood pour from her, she aimed her strikes
toward the walking dead. Laying a strong, enough charge to set them burning as
their hollow forms still tried to move forth.
When once slowing to a halt Izzy turned
to view the horrors of the yard. Much of the ground lay littered with scorched spots.
What was not blackened by the flames, still burned on with rotten flesh caught
in the remaining blazes’ grasp. The scene looking much like Hell had moved above ground.
From the Author:
I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).
I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).
Best Wishes
Eri Nelson
About the Author:
Eri Nelson born Erica Walcott is a Indie Author and the youngest of three in a family of five. Erica became Eri (airy) from her mother who called her that for as long as she could remember. The short take on her name took on a more solid base with the love of her life and husband, Jeff Nelson.
Together they have been for the past twenty years. Within that time they were able to raise one daughter and endless amount of pets.
Writing is a passion for her and an abundance of never ending joy. Only one thing tops that for Eri... and that is when a reader enjoys the read......
(More on Eri)
Eri Nelson is a nontraditional indie author who manages all areas of her fiction, fantasy, paranormal, action, adventure and sometimes-erotic writing. Eri handles all the groundwork of her books, even the editing. Because of this Eri strives to improve her abilities along with trying to explain to readers her far from traditional sentence structures. However, she will openly admit that typos follow her.
Join Eri and her shadowy side of writing as she takes you along to explore new desire hunger filled worlds where your mind can share in the heat of the read.
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