When winning is more like a beginning…

Screen Shot 2014-11-29 at 9.42.34 AM So, I managed 50k, but I’m not done with the novel. In fact, on to of the other 45k I had done, I think I’m still at least 10k away from a complete manuscript. And the ORDER in which I’ve got all these pages due to NaNo fever is abominable. But I DID reach my goal. Now, only if I can untangle all these words to MEAN something someone ca understand.

My head hurts a bit from the very thought, and the mounds of writing I did last night after updating my number and this morning after waking up.

I think I need a little word break ’cause damn, I’m braindead.

A Cursed Bloodline Review

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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love a time when you get to gather with folks and eat, so it only makes sense! And sure, there’s always that pesky dilemma of a second or maybe even third plate, but the naps in between help that. ;) And this Thanksgiving I had hearty helpings of Cecy Robson’s A CURSED BLOODLINE. And boy, is it more than a mouthful.

The Weird Girls return in another edge-of-your-seat novel from Cecy Robson! Just when Celia thinks the supernatural world can’t turn deadlier, a new rival emerges, proving just how dangerous a power-hungry were can be.

Since being cursed with unique abilities, Celia Wird and her three sisters have fought the most bloodthirsty preternaturals in the Lake Tahoe region. But Celia’s greatest threat is someone she would have never suspected: Anara, a werewolf Elder who has allowed his hatred for Celia to spiral out of control. In a play for dominance, Anara tortures Celia and gives her an ultimatum: sever her mate bond with pureblood were Aric—or Anara will kill everyone she loves.

From the instant they met, Celia and Aric have shared an attraction that cannot be tamed. So keeping Aric away is impossible, and Aric would sooner die than allow anyone to hurt the woman he loves. Misha, master vampire and Celia’s sworn protector, also finds his way into the chaos, seeking blood from those who have harmed her.

Now Celia and her sisters are caught in the middle of a war driven by lust, fueled by hatred, and destined to end in tragedy. For Anara is a force to be reckoned with, and he will not succumb without robbing Celia of those who hold her heart.

Robson comes with her usual bag of tools: fantastic characterization, humorous delivery, quick-moving scenes, but soon the reader is also reacquainted with one of her staples–heartcrushing misery and sorrow. But unlike in her earlier novels (though I did miss a novel, so this may be like a misnomer in a way), this sorrow does not let up.

The characters of Robson’s novels, particularly Celia–our main character–are strong. They have to be clank considering the obstacles they face, but even for them the trials of this book were almost too much. And they were almost too much for me. I typically read Weird Sisters novels/novellas in one or two sittings. This one took many, short sittings. I needed breaks, because as frustrated as the characters were, I felt doubly so.

Things went fuxking wrong for Celia in a big way, and right after they had FINALLY gone so right. The foe she now faces (a real SOB elder by the name of Anara) is unlike any other, both in power and cruelty and it’s really hard to watch as the tragedy unfolds from his play to keep Celia and Aric apart.

Celia has to turn away from her friends, her family and her one true love to save them all in a bloodbath that continues throughout the novel.

This book is also on quite a big scale, taking Celia to California and Mexico and back to Tahoe. The scope also encompasses her friends and family, as they all are dealing with quite a bit of trauma–some things as  a result of the danger Celia is in, others, just the problems that come with life.

Celia has always had to fight for her life, for the things she cares for, but this time, it is by the skin of her teeth, sheer will and a little miracle that she makes it out alive, dragging everyone she loves right behind her. She is a force beyond nature, and no one can argue with that. Not even her enemies.

In the end, we get a lot of vindication, though I don’t want to spoil it. Those who have had to turn away from her find out the truth of the matter and are horrified by the things they’ve said and done, including Aric. Now, I personally am still holding a grudge, because I feel like all of these people should have damn well suspected that Celia would never say or do these she did without a reason behind it, a killer reason. But I’ll hold my grudge by myself. Especially since despite the torture these characters had to escape from, they found a happiness that they could not have, a contentment that could not have existed without their trials.

And Celia lost a lot, more than I can even reconcile right now, but she got back her family, friends and love.

To get your appetite going this wonderful day, check out this excerpt from the opening of the novel! Also make sure to check out Cecy’s links AND the giveaway below. And whether you celebrate Thanksgiving or not, I hope you have a great day, full of great reading. <3

Excerpt 1 (From Chapter One)

I am a Book Addict…and Proud of it: 11/10

Ramblings From this Chick: 11/21

Tara! Let’s Be happy!: 12/2

I continued to stare at the tiny heartbeat on the screen. “How did this happen?” I asked stupidly.

“Have you been sexually active, Celia?”

Dr. Belman’s voice was soft and surprisingly patient. I thought about all the times Aric and I had been intimate in the last few weeks. “Um. Yes.”

“Did you use birth control?”

“Yes.” He raised his eyebrows. “It’s true,” I insisted.

I had started back on the Pill when Aric and I resumed our relationship. Dr. Belman pointed to the monitor. “Every time, Celia?”

“Well, no. But it was only one night.” That was the truth—sort of. Granted that one night we’d made love four times, but that didn’t matter, right? I looked back at the little beating heart. I guess it does . . . matter.

Tears streamed down my face. Although I completely freaked, I couldn’t help smiling. Aric and I are having a baby.

Dr. Belman removed the internal monitor, the same monitor I insisted he use to disprove the pregnancy test results. I thought he was just in obstetrician mode when I explained my symptoms and he had me give a urine sample. Extreme fatigue and nausea could have been related to anything I might have contracted on my recent international trips.

“Are you all right, Celia?”

I sat up and wiped my trickling tears. “Yes. No. I’m not sure, but I will be.”

“Do you feel the young man responsible will be supportive?”

Don’t you mean the young werewolf? “In time. Aric is just going through a lot at the moment.” You see, Dr. Belman, he was severely burned and disfigured three days ago, in Chaitén, Chile, trying to save the world from a seven-headed fire-breathing demon.

“Regardless of what challenges he’s facing, if he’s worth keeping, he’ll make you and his child a priority.” He sighed and placed his hand on my shoulder. “I apologize, Celia. I know it’s not my place to speak to you like this, but you are a nice young lady and deserve a good man.”

“I appreciate your concern, Dr. Belman, but Aric is a good man.” He’s just hurting.

Dr. Belman tapped my arm and regarded me thoughtfully. “If you say so, I believe you.” He helped me off the exam table. “So, miss, the plan is you will stop taking birth control at once and you will see me in four weeks. Here is a prescription for some prenatal vitamins.”

I pushed my long wavy hair from my face and stared at the script. Somehow the piece of paper officially announced I was becoming a mommy. Another tear escaped my eye. “Thank you, Dr. Belman.”

On the way home, different scenarios of Aric’s reaction played in my head, and I wondered how to tell him. He hadn’t called, though he’d said he would. It was rare for him not to stay true to his word, and even more rare for him not to check on me.

My head spun with worry. The demon hadn’t just marred Aric physically, he’d brutalized his self-esteem. I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel and entertained my options. I couldn’t call his Warriors. If Aric’s Pack Elders found out, his friends would surely be punished and so would Aric. I also couldn’t involve my sisters. They would suspect something and, in this case, Aric should know my news first.

Will you be happy for us, Aric?

 

 

Author Info

Cecy Robson is the New Adult author of Once Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure and the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.

 

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Website: http://www.cecyrobson.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Cecy.Robson.Author

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cecyrobson

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6177334.Cecy_Robson

 

Praise for the Weird Girls series

“One of my favorite books series . . . so much action, so much violence and, oh, the lust radiating off of our heroes . . . I definitely recommend this series for lovers of all things paranormal and awesome.”—USA Today

“[With Robson’s] edgy, witty and modern style of storytelling, the reader will be drawn deep into this quirky paranormal world. . . . Strong pacing, constant action and distinctive, appealing characters—including a gutsy heroine—will no doubt keep you invested.”—RT Book Reviews

“A healthy dose of humor, a heaping dash of the supernatural, and a pinch of mystery all laced with a heavy dollop of action . . . Robson knows how to combine all the best ingredients to keep her readers hooked and begging for another hit.”—Fresh Fiction

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I only had to imagine myself

wewriwa_square_4It’s been a long time since I’ve been a participant at Weekend Writing Warrior. I could give all of the excuses (er….reasons), but instead I think I’ll just say I’m happy to have made it back. And also that I’m NaNoing to get this sucker done.

I’m hovering around 31, 000. Let’s see where I end up by the close of tonight.

So, cap off to all those other NaNoers out there. We are all in the final stretch. You can do it! And hopefully, so can I!

Weekend Writing Warrior recap:

  • Sign up on the site.
  • Post 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished, to go live between 12:00 noon Saturday and 9AM Sunday
  • Then visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts.
  • Spread the word! Twitter hashtag #8sunday.
  • More detailed rules here.

I’m sharing snippets from a wip called The First Nation.  Last time I checked in with the Weekend Warriors, Raveena (our mc) had just left work and had returned home, to find her father sick, though she believed him to be simply drunk, as usual. We’re continuing from where we left off last week, in our introduction to a very important frenemy in Raveena’s life.

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I wasn’t supposed to be here. I didn’t know who else could possibly have joined me in the secret tunnel. I was sure I didn’t want to know them.

But could I leave knowing he could very well drop to his death or break a leg and starve until he finally died? I only had to imagine myself before my feet carried me back into his direction at a run. I came to a sliding halt as he came into view.

One hand was gripping an outcropping just above the edge, fingers white and shaking; the other had to be working on another way to save himself. The top of his head wasn’t even visible.

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That’s my 8! Now, get on over to the Weekend Writing Warriors and check out some other great 8s. :)