I've just published my first book Lost: Midnight Mist the preview can be found here: http://www.lulu.com/content/3820976

There was no land of milk and honey, no harps, no white robes, and no wings. Well... maybe I was wrong about the wings... My name is Sita and I'm an explorer, a fighter, and a monster. Oh and I'm prey for a Vampire Lord. Sigh... sometimes it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

I write stories about women and this one is about a woman that dies and is resurrected as a demon.  However, there is no struggle for balance they both want the same thing, redemption. But there are those that would not see them achieve it.  There are those that would kill her and see her sent back to Hell for jealousy or pride or just plain malice.

Check it out if you like the preview buy a copy thanks alot

I'll be releasing a chapter a week for a while hope you guys like it

Prologue


Unabashed the Devil stood making his mock of me; While round him barked the mad and hungry dogs as he laughed in his gaiety; I wept as a child would for naught, save The Beast, was there for me to see; My will is shred and forsaken, I am undone by eternal blasphemy; In his wake I lay strewn, my soul rent asunder, condemned, I still weep for he has defeated me.   

   I died.  There was no life flashing before my eyes.  There were no harps.  There were no white robes.  There was no land of milk and honey.  There were no wings…
…Well, maybe I was wrong about the wings, but there was definitely no peace, not for a while anyway.  Sound confusing?  I know, I still don’t quite understand it myself, but it was an incredible adventure.
Where should I start?  Perhaps at the beginning… I always wanted to be an archaeologist… No!  That would take forever.  Let’s start more recently. Ah, yes, the Guardian.
As you may have already guessed I became an archaeologist, just like my father, Nicco Troy.  I must have gotten my sense of adventure from him, because like him, I more often than not, chose thrill over self-preservation, and I only surrounded myself with people just as insane as I am… was.
I went from the deepest, darkest jungles of Africa to the highest most frigid caves of the Himalayas.  My exploits were becoming legend.  I was the standard to which the younger generations aspired to, and the one that the older ones hated.   The signs were all around me.  You always hear people talk about never knowing when your time is up.  But you know.  Somewhere deep inside, where our ancestors knew instinctively that if you stray from the group, what is out in the dark will get you. It’s beyond thought and more basic than any emotion.
I knew but I ignored all the signs around me.  I wanted so much to be like my father.  And now I’m just like him.
Dead…