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I’m currently rewriting my Amara series. It has a huge lack of plot that I’m trying to fix. If you have any tips for me drop a comment. I don’t want to work on my new one until I polish up the old one. So I’m not going to have a lot of new stuff to post. But maybe when I’m done I’ll start posting whole chapters instead of small scenes! Good idea? Bad idea? Let me know what you think!

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Go Away

Amara made her way through the forest. She found a large rock to sit on and pulled her legs to her chest. Resting her head on her knees, she let the tears flow. They came abundantly and she didn’t hold them back. It was like she could feel her heart ripping in two.

She tried to catch her breath and pull herself together. A breeze brushed her cheek. She inhaled sharply. A familiar scent was carried on that wind. Then she heard him. She kept her head down, not bothering to look at him while he spoke.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Tucian whispered. His lips brushed against her ear, sending an awful shiver through her.

“None of your business. Go away.” Her stomached knotted. She didn’t want to deal with this today. She didn’t want to fight. She just wanted to be left alone.

“Come now, Amara. I could hear your sobbing from the other side of this forest.”

She peeked out to see him walking in slow circles around her. He moved behind her and stayed there.

“I’m not in the mood for these games. Go. Away,” she demanded.

“There was a time when you loved these games; loved me.” He breathed in the smell of her hair and started to walk around her, his finger running down her arm.

She couldn’t stand it. She stood up to face him and looked into his eyes. Her eyes shifted from turquoise to black. Tucian’s love was about possession, jealousy, and power. For the moment her fear was overwhelmed by her anger. Now she was ready for a fight.

“That time is long gone, Tucian. Now get out of here!” She shouted. But he didn’t leave. Instead he took her hands in his, which only fueled her frustration.

“Come, Amara. We both know that’s not completely true.”

“It’s thoroughly, absolutely true.” She pulled her hands out of his.

They stared each other down. She would end this. She went to use her powers. But as she raised her free hand, Tucian pulled both her hands together and wrapped a wire tightly around her wrists. Nothing happened. Tucian laughed.

“Something wrong?” He pulled the wire and yanked her close. The wire dug into her wrists. “Maybe you’ve lost your touch,” he said intimidatingly close to her face.

Amara looked down at her hands, terrified. She looked back up at him with a face full of fear. “What have you done?!” It was the first time in her 26 years she didn’t have her powers. But not having her powers didn’t mean she was powerless.

She choked back her fear, dropped down, and swung herself between his legs. The wire cut into her more until he lost his grip. Blood began to ooze around the wires, but she knew she had to keep going. She stood and kicked him in the back, pushing him forward.

“There’s no point,” he said as he turned to face her. “Without your powers you—“

Amara jumped and swung both fists into the side of his head. “Without my powers, I can still fight!” She shouted angrily.

She turned and kicked him in the torso. As her foot landed the blow, white powder exploded from his suit jacket. He stumbled back a few steps out of the white cloud.

Amara coughed as the floury substance entered her mouth and nose. Her lungs seized up and stole her breath. Everything got blurry. Dizziness filled her world as the powder dispersed and disappeared. Her legs gave out. Tucian caught and lifted her. She couldn’t make out his face any more. She fought to stay awake but soon slipped into unconsciousness.

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Dance With Me

Amara stayed outside the crowd, near the walls. She watched everyone enjoying themselves. They were all so happy, so carefree. She knew better though. Monsters lurked inside people and she couldn’t be so trusting. Drinking, dancing, flirting with strangers. She would never be so blissfully ignorant.

As she was caught up in her thoughts, her stomach churned suddenly. Something was wrong with Avery. Then a voice straight from her nightmares whispered into her ear, “Dance with me.” She turned and plowed Tucian into the wall. She held her arm across his neck. He was wearing a red leather mask with etchings on it. His grey eyes were unafraid.

“How did you find me?” Amara asked. She put on a hard face and didn’t let the terror in her heart show. Tonight would not be the escape she had wished for. She could only hope Tucian hadn’t been watching her all night.

“Well, it wasn’t easy. I think I’ve earned a dance.” He smiled suavely.

“What you’ve earned is a slow and painful death.” Amara pushed harder on his throat.

Tucian grabbed her arm, spun her around, and put his arm around her throat. He watched her chest rise and fall as her breathing sped up. His grip tightened. He hadn’t been this close to Amara in far too long. He needed to focus. “Dance with me,” he said forcefully, “or everyone in here will be dead by morning.”

Amara broke free of his grip and shoved him. Her black eyes glared at him but she didn’t say anything else as Tucian took her hand and led her to dance. She knew well enough that he had no problem with murder if it served his needs. But it was still difficult to make her feet follow him. Her body fought her, hesitating, itching to run. Her hand gripped his tightly, keeping herself from leaving.

A new song started and Tucian twirled Amara around the floor as her eyes faded back to their usual green. He looked like the picture of sophistication. Every girl in the room watched him, wishing to be Amara. He wore a black shirt, black tie, and black and red brocade vest and suit coat. His stark white hair was in soft, short waves going up and over to one side. If Amara didn’t know what he was capable of, she would be swooning too. Instead, she was resisting her fight or flight instincts. She kept as much distance between them as possible. It made them look like a couple of high school kids who didn’t want to touch.

“Why here? You could try to kill me anywhere. Why bother with these people?” Amara asked. Her plum gown swept the floor in elegant circles.

“Because, Amara.” Tucian pulled her into him, holding her tight, “I didn’t want to miss this dance. I would have missed you in this dress.” He spun her in a circle away from him, looking her over, and yanked her back. She slammed into his solid chest with a soft groan. “You look positively enchanting. Silver suits you.” He stroked her cheek, referring to her mask and his silver powers.

Amara pulled her face away from his hand. His touch had sent chills of fright through her. Her insides twisted and wrenched. “Enough, Tucian. What are you doing here? Is Jett with you?”

“What I’m doing here, is dancing. Yes, Jett is here. If he’s been successful he’s with your sister right now.”

Amara turned to run. Jett would kill Avery. She had to find her. Tucian grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Not quite yet, sweetest.” He pressed his hand down her back, pulling her hips against him.

Amara cringed at his body pressed so tightly against her own. “I’ll make this simple for you. Let me go or I’ll kill you,” she threatened.

“In front of all these people? I don’t think so. Besides, if you kill me, they all die. But don’t worry. Jett won’t kill Avery. He’s keeping her busy to give us a few minutes alone.” He bit her ear lobe, making Amara’s face scrunch in disgust. He lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear, “So if you want everyone here to live, you’ll stay and finish dancing with me.”

“What did you do?” Amara asked. She pushed him back a little and reluctantly resumed allowing him to guide her. But the darkness of her again black eyes conveyed the anger boiling within her.

“Jett and I may have poured a little something into the champagne. A potion. On its own, harmless. When combined with its other half, deadly. I know you don’t drink but everyone else here does. If things don’t go our way tonight, in any way, we have a friend ready to pour the other half of the potion into the drinks. As soon as they take a sip they’ll all drop dead.”

“Only you would do something so horrible. And for what? To torment me?” Her heart raced. The blackness drained from her eyes and her body started shaking.

“Why, Amara. Is that fear I detect?” Tucian dipped her low and kissed her neck.

Amara turned away and squeezed her eyes shut. His lips against her skin was unbearable. But lives were at risk. She wouldn’t chance running again knowing that.

Tucian glanced across the dance floor. Jett nodded to him. He pulled Amara up and spun her for a minute longer. “I would love to explain why but I can’t. Not right now. I had hoped to have longer. But it seems our time has run out.” He released her from his grip. “Goodbye, lovely.” He kissed her hand, bowed, and disappeared. Jett followed.

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Cake Tasting

Tucian watched Amara carefully, enjoying her charming expressions as she tasted each piece of cake. She took her time and mulled over how much she liked it compared to the last. Her expressions always started with delight and surprise, then went into serious thought as she bit her lip and tried to decide. One particularly fudgy cake left her petite lips smeared in brown. He smiled and leaned over, putting his lips to hers.

Amara reveled in the surprise of their sweet frosting kiss. She couldn’t ask for a more perfect moment. But it was brief, Tucian pulling away after a second.

“What was that for?” Amara laughed, licking her lips.

“Being too adorable.” Tucian dragged his finger across some chocolate and dabbed it onto her nose. He laughed as her nose scrunched. “Far too adorable!”

Amara giggled a little and blushed. Then she wiped the frosting from her nose and licked it off her finger with a “Mmm…”

“You really need to stop doing things that make me want to kiss you.” He put a hand on her cheek.

“Like what?”

“Everything.” He kissed her cheek and whispered, “Everything you do is enchanting. Everything you do makes me want to kiss you.”

Amara’s heart danced around in her chest and swelled with love. Tucian kissed her cheek and sat back in his chair.

“Do you have a favorite, my favorite?” Tucian asked flirtingly.

“Tucian!” Amara laughed. He was so smooth. “You’re too suave for my own good.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He took her hand and kissed it, the same way he did when he first introduced himself to her. He held her hand close to his mouth and ran his lips softly back and forth over her knuckles.

“Oh, no. It’s wonderful.” She looked at him in awe, wondering how she had ever been so lucky for him to fall in love with her. She felt his soft lips brush her somewhat ragged knuckles. Throwing punches and training with her hands a lot left them that way, no matter the amount of creams or lotions she used.

“Excellent.” He let her hand go and smiled at her.

“I liked the dark, milk, white chocolate one from the very first round. You?”

“I absolutely agree.”

“And I absolutely love you.” Amara leaned in and pulled the back of his neck to bring him closer. She kissed him increasingly more intensely until Rosie walked back in for their decision.

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“I’ll go grab the eggs and butter, you get the sugar and I’ll find you in a minute,” Tucian told her with a kiss on her cheek.

Amara headed for the sugar. As she was about to grab a bag she heard a familiar voice behind her. It was a man, but not Tucian.

“You look so sweet, what do you need sugar for?” He asked.

Amara laughed at the bad pickup line and turned around. A friendly face smiled down at her. She smiled back at the familiar freckles dusting the brown skin of an old friend.

“It’s nice to see you again, Amara. Remember me?”

“Of course I remember you! It’s nice to see you too, Madden. It’s been a long time,” Amara replied, throwing her arms around Madden’s neck.

“How have you been? Ready to give me another try after all this time?” Madden took her hand.

“Madden,” Amara pulled her hand back, “my feelings for you haven’t changed. And I know you had to have noticed the gentleman I came here with.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“More. My fiancé.” Amara held her hand up to show the ruby ring on her finger.

“Well, that’s a problem.” Madden chuckled. Amara laughed with him. “I guess I’ll finally have to accept that you and I will never happen then.” He made a pretend sad face.

“Yes, you will. I’m sorry Madden.”

“That’s okay. You may have been the prettiest girl in town, but you’re not the only girl. My girl is out there somewhere. I’ll find her someday.”

“You certainly will. It should be easy with your charms.” She laughed again as Tucian came up and put his arm around her shoulders.

“And who might this be, Amara?” Tucian asked with a hint of concern.

“This is an old friend.” Amara put a hand on Tucian’s. “Tucian, meet Madden Gunderson.”

“Old friend?” Tucian asked, not taking his eyes off of Madden.

“Yeah,” Madden agreed. “I tried to steal her heart, like many other guys in this town. But I guess she was saving it for you. She’s a real heartbreaker around here. You’re a lucky man.” Madden extended his hand to Tucian.

“I definitely am.” Tucian shook his hand reluctantly. “And now, we have to go.” He turned Amara under his arm and led her away to pay for their things before she could say bye.

“It was nice to see you!” Madden called behind them.

“Why were you in such a hurry to leave?” Amara asked on the walk home.

“Who was that guy?” Tucian asked without answering her.

“I told you, he’s an old friend.”

“He said he tried to steal your heart.” Tucian struggled to hide the anger in his voice at the thought of another man trying to take Amara.

She laughed. “Yeah, he kind of did. But I didn’t ever like him like that. We went out a few times and he moved on easily to the next girl. But he always liked to tease me about it afterward. We stayed close friends for a long time. I hadn’t seen him in almost a year before today though.”

“Wherever he was, he should go back and leave you alone,” Tucian said in a low voice.

“Wait. You’re not jealous, are you?” Amara stopped and grabbed Tucian’s arm to turn him to her.

“Jealous? Never. It’s just that I never realized how small this town is. He said that many of the guys here tried to win you over. Was that true?”

“I don’t know. I guess if I think about it, I am a little bit of a heartbreaker. Between Avery and I, I think we’ve gone out at least once with every available guy here. For some reason, they all liked one of us. Maybe it’s a sister thing. Like they get to pick one.” She laughed at the thought.

Tucian didn’t laugh. “How many hearts did you break?”

“Tucian,” Amara set her bag down and brought her hand to his cheek, “I never liked a single one of them. I definitely didn’t like any of them the way I like you. The way I love you. None of them made me feel the way I feel about you. I’ve felt this way from the first time I saw you. No man in this town can compare. I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Promise? No one is going to win your heart away from me?” Tucian looked at her sadly.

“I promise you. Isn’t that what this ring is for?” She held out her hand.

“It is.” Tucian took her hand and kissed it. “But all the same, I would appreciate if you steer clear of all those broken hearts you left behind.” He stared down at her with his stormy grey eyes that always melted her heart.

“I’ll do my best,” Amara agreed.

They walked hand in hand the rest of the way home.