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Tristan had pulled apart all but the top tie, so the only thing holding the corset to Scarlet's
body was the single lace below her shoulder blades. He paused, not sure what to
do with his hands now that his task had ended. But his fingers seemed
content trailing up the naked skin of her back.
needed to leave and keep Scarlet safe. Now.
A tendril of her hair escaped the mass
swept over her shoulder and swung against her back. He deftly twisted it in his
hand and wrapped it to the side with every intention of releasing it. But with
the back of her neck exposed beneath the lock in his hand he couldn’t seem to
absently leaned forward, his mouth just inches from the delicate spot where her
neck met her shoulder, and exhaled against her skin.
A shiver ran through her as she leaned back until her
body was up against his. Fighting between the desire to keep her safe and the
desire to hold onto her forever, Tristan stood frozen.
Then slowly, carefully, he pressed his lips to the very spot he’d breathed upon and
reveled in the soft gasp that escaped Scarlet’s mouth.
tilted her head to the side, granting him access to her throat and shoulder,
and he trailed whisper-soft kisses along the skin she shared with him.
the lock of hair from his fingers, Tristan slid his hands over her bare
shoulders, lightly traced his fingers down her arms, and settled his hands
against her hips, barely holding her as he barely kissed her.
shifted against him, her corset lifting away from her body so his hands were
now on the warm, bare skin of her waist. He paused for a moment, his
mouth right beside her ear as he tried to talk some sense into himself.
brushed his lips against the sensitive spot above her jaw, felt Scarlet tremble
with the touch, and all sense was lost.
was something he wasn’t supposed to do, but he couldn’t remember what it was.
Something about this was dangerous, yet his mind failed to acknowledge anything
aside from the feel of Scarlet in his arms.
Scarlet had her memories back,
which meant two things.
She knew where the Fountain of
And she was mad at Tristan.
Still clutching a bloodstained
knife in her hand, she marched through the graveyard and glanced over her
shoulder at the green-eyed boy she’d loved for centuries. “By the way, you
“Wow,” he said.
“I can’t believe you tried to kill
“I was trying to keep you alive.”
“Agh. Spare me your sacrificial
agenda.” Another memory hit her and she turned to face him, her blood boiling.
“And you let me wander around with amnesia for two years before meeting me?”
He opened his mouth, but Scarlet
cut him off. “And then you let me date Gabriel? What the hell, Tristan?”
A muscle flexed in his jaw. “First
of all, I was supposed to die. So I didn’t think intervening in your love life
was any of my business. Gabriel made you feel happy and safe and I wasn’t about
to screw that up for you. Andsecond,”
he raised his voice over the protest on Scarlet’s lips, “the reason I didn’t
‘meet’ you for two years was because I didn’t think I’d be able to follow
through with killing myself if you and I were, you know…pals.” His eyes glinted.
She scowled. “Well that was selfish of you.” Turning, she resumed her walk through the dark
“You think I was selfish?” Scarlet could almost hear his jaw drop as he
followed behind her. “You’re the one
who shut everyone out. You’re the one
who kept secrets and stole stuff and ran away—“
“I had to run away,” she snapped.
His voice rumbled in anger. “Did
you have to die too?”
Spinning around to face
him—again—Scarlet met his hard eyes in the darkness. “I wasn’t trying to die.”
“But you did,” he said coldly.
They stared at each other for a
moment, heartbreak colliding in the space between them. Because of her
connection to him, Scarlet could feel the hurt and fear pulsing through his
veins as his eyes traced over her in the moonlight.
But she could also feel the love
heating his core as he took her in. And it was the love—that undying fire that
blazed in him and burned through her—that stole her words away as she looked at
He was so beautiful. Even standing in a graveyard, covered in dirt and blood, he was striking. His dark hair fell wild around his face and his green eyes shone in the moonlight.
A shiver of desire ran through him--or was it her?--and Scarlet clenched the knife in her hand so she wouldn't do something stupid. Like crush her mouth to his and claw at his clothes until there was nothing between them but heat and skin. But that would, of course, lead to death.
Everything always led to death.
Tristan softened his voice as he scanned her face. “What happened in your last life, Scar? What are you hiding?”
tightened at his question.
Millions of Avalon stars winked
from above and reminded her of a time when she and Tristan spent their days in
the trees and everything was fair; everything was simple.
Nothing was simple anymore.
He tilted his head and repeated,"What are you hiding, Scar?"
She could feel his heartbeat
echoing inside her soul; powerful and constant, as his emotions swam into her.
Could she tell him the truth about
the fountain? The whole truth?
The truth that would undo any hope
they had of a happy ending?
She opened her mouth—
“Holy crap! Did you guys see that?”
Nate jogged up to them with a knife in his hand, a grin on his face, and a
trickle of blood running down his neck. “I totally kicked Ashman ass over
there! I was all like hi-ya and you wanna piece of me? I was a super
slayer! Buffy’s got nothing on me.”
Scarlet shut her mouth and shifted
away from Tristan’s searching eyes as Nate continued.
“It was life and death out there,
guys. Life and death. They just kept
coming at me and I just kept putting them down.” Nate took a moment to catch
his breath. “I mean, sure, I screamed like a girl a few times and accidently
stabbed myself at the beginning, but still. I feel amazing! For the first time
in five hundred years I feel alive.”
Moving his gaze away from Scarlet,
Tristan eyed Nate's neck. “You’re bleeding.”
Nate touched his wound and drew
back bloody fingers. “I’m bleeding.
Haha! I have a battle wound. Oh, this is so awesome.” Tucking his knife into
his waistband with a smile, he looked around. “Where’s everyone else?”
Scarlet’s stomach churned as
reality whooshed in and slapped her in the face. “Raven kidnapped Heather.”
Saying it out loud had emotion crawling up her throat.
Nate’s face fell. “What?”
With a deep breath, Scarlet summed
up the evening’s events. “Raven is actually Clare—Heather’s boss at the coffee
shop—not Laura. Laura was working for Raven, but Raven killed her and dumped
her body in a grave—”
Ohmygoodness. Laura was really
guardian is dead.
More emotion wiggled up her throat
and she quickly swallowed, trying to keep her focus on the things at hand.
Scarlet cleared her throat. “Then
Raven had an Ashman kick the crap out of me so she could kidnap Heather and
hold her ransom for the map to the fountain. And the lifeforce between Tristan
and I shifted. So I can still feel his emotions, but he can’t feel mine
If Tristan were still able to sense
her, he’d know she was freaking out. Not just about Heather or Laura. But about
the fountain and what finding it would mean.
A sick feeling swirled inside her
“And because the lifeforce shifted,
Scarlet now has her memories back,” Tristan added, sliding his eyes to her.
Nate blinked. “What? I go slaying for ten minutes and I miss everything—wait.” His
eyes shot to Scarlet. “Does that mean you know where the fountain
It was decision time.
No truth? The whole truth? A vague
“Yes,” she said, going with vague.
It was always safer to start vague. “But we need to rescue Heather before we do
Her heart started to hammer at the
thought of her happy friend being held hostage by a vengeful witch with a drug
problem. So many things could go wrong.
So many things already had.
Nate nodded. “Did you see which
direction Raven took her?”
Looking around the cemetery,
Scarlet shook her head and let out a groan of frustration as guilt swamped her
soul. “This is all my fault. I should have stayed by Heather’s side. I should
have protected her.”
Tristan scanned the premises. His
coat was sliced open in several places and dark splotches of blood slowly
seeped through the shredded fabric of the black T-shirt he wore beneath.
His immortal body wasn’t healing
like it should, which meant his wounds had been inflicted with Bluestone
“Dude.” Nate caught sight of
Tristan’s injuries. “Are you okay?”
Tristan looked down at his stained
clothes and shrugged as if the slashes in his skin were more of a nuisance than
anything else. “I’m fine. The cuts are shallow. Where’s Gabriel?”
Scarlet furrowed her brow. “He came
with me to the coffee shop, but he was gone when I came out. He wasn’t with you
They shook their heads and worry
crept through Scarlet’s veins.
“I’m sure he’s around here
somewhere.” Tristan looked calm as he glanced around, but Scarlet could feel
concern coiling inside his chest. “Why don’t you two go look for him at The
Millhouse and I’ll search the rest of the graveyard.”
Split up. Find Gabriel. Rescue
And stay away from the fountain.
Okay, that last part might be
difficult since Amnesia Scarlet spilled the beans about the freaking map, but
whatever. She could still throw them off. She could lie.
She’d been lying for years.
As Scarlet and Nate headed out of
the cemetery, Tristan walked deeper into its shadowy depths. Distant music from
the ongoing Avalon carnival drifted through the night air, making the wind
sound eerily happy as it wrapped around headstones and swept through Scarlet’s
Putting her knife away, she rubbed
her head where it still throbbed from the blow Raven had dealt her with the
business end of a crossbow.
One more reason to hate the crazy
Everything was so screwed up—
A sharp pain darted up Scarlet’s
body and twisted around her insides with liquid fire until she doubled over.
Sinking to the ground, Scarlet clutched her chest and stomach, afraid her skin
might split open and empty her insides all over the grass. She tried to suck in
air, but her lungs wouldn’t work.
Nate dropped down beside her with
terror in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
The fire turned to ice and wrapped
around her organs and bones, squeezing without mercy. Scarlet couldn’t help but
cry out loud.
“Tristan!” Nate called, checking
her pulse before pulling at the skin beneath her eyes to check their color.
Usually when Scarlet felt pain of
any sort it was because her heart was failing. And when her heart started to
fail, her eyes would glow and her nose would bleed. But this didn’t feel like
This felt like something else
She squeezed her eyes shut and
grimaced until the agony started to subside. Her muscles loosened, her lungs
started to expand, and soon Scarlet wasn’t hurting anymore.
Out of pain, but still very
confused, she opened her eyes to find Tristan crouched beside her.
His green eyes were glowing into
the night as panic oozed from his pores. “What just happened?” He searched her
Scarlet rubbed her chest to make
sure all her insides were where they were supposed to be. Yep. Still in one
“She just collapsed in pain.” Nate
turned his eyes from Scarlet to Tristan. “Dude. You need to calm down. Your
eyes are super green.”
Tristan rubbed a hand over his
mouth, still looking at Scarlet. “It must be the transition. Maybe when the
curse shifted we switched places, putting Scarlet in pain without me, just like
I used to be in pain when I was without her.”
That would suck.
“I guess that would make sense.”
Nate scratched the back of his head. “Especially since her pain went away when
you walked back over to us.”
Scarlet stood from the ground and
brushed the cemetery grass off her pants as Tristan and Nate rose to stand
A surge of guilt rolled through
Tristan and Scarlet hurried to reassure him. “I’m fine now—”
“You’re not fine,” he snapped. “You fell to the ground in pain when I was
only thirty feet away from you.”
That was weird.
Nate pressed a finger to his lips.
“If the lifeforce reversed your roles—”
“Oh no.” Scarlet’s eyes widened as
the possibility sank in. “If our roles have been reversed, does that mean my
touch can make Tristan sick? My touch can kill him?”
She took a step away from Tristan
and felt his pounding heartbeat soften. Stepping back up to him, the pounding
resumed. “Oh no. No, no—”
“Okay. Don’t freak out.” Nate held
a hand up.
“His heart responds to my
nearness.” Scarlet shook her head as her chest tightened in despair. “No, no,
This couldn’t be happening.
“So it appears the curse has
shifted,” Nate said calmly. “We can handle this.” He held up a calm hand to
match his calm face and calm eyes as he looked at her. “All we need to do is
make sure you two stay within close range of one another so you don’t writhe in
pain, but far enough away so Tristan doesn’t, you know, die.” He shrugged.
“Easy. We’ll just reenact the ten-foot rule between you guys.”
Nate stared at them. Waiting.
“What?” Tristan said.
Nate rolled his eyes and thrust his
hands in between Scarlet and Tristan, pushing their bodies away from one
another. “Ten feet. There you go. Now let’s go find Gabriel so we can get our
Heather rescue on. Then we can finally find the Fountain of Youth and cure
everyone of this God-forsaken and completely obnoxious curse.” Turning, he
headed down the street toward the Millhouse.
Scarlet and Tristan slowly followed
after him in stunned silence.
She was killing Tristan with her
Glancing at him under the yellow
glow of the streetlamps, Scarlet ran her eyes along his profile as he stared
forward with a clenched jaw. He was fierce. He was patient. He was everything
And he was dying.
Divulging the truth about the
Fountain of Youth was no longer an option. Tristan’s life was at stake.
Scarlet remembers. Everything. Her past lives, Tristan, Gabriel, Nate: she remembers it all--including how to get to the
Fountain of Youth. But time
is running out.
and Gabriel have been kidnapped by Raven, while the curse that has plagued Scarlet and Tristan for
centuries has shifted, putting the star-crossed lovers in more danger than ever before. Water from the Fountain of Youth is the only thing that can save
Scarlet and her loved ones. But the water comes at a price.
hearts--at stake, Scarlet leads her friends on a
dangerous journey to the Fountain of Youth. Where eternal life is
possible, but death is certain.
AVOW Archers of Avalon, Book Three Available December 11th, 2012!
(This scene came just after Scarlet asked the guys to use a Head Ghost on her to retrieve her memory of the fountain of youth.)
Tristan watched Scarlet's cheeks tint with fury as she grabbed her coat.
“All of you are
she said, spinning on her heel and heading for the door.
She wanted help extracting memories from her brain with an unstable
memory device. Like hell that was going to happen.
after Scarlet, trying to sooth her over with sweet words and promises
and other bullshit that would no doubt only infuriate her more. But best
of luck to him anyway.
Left alone in the kitchen with Nate, Tristan
stretched his neck and shifted in his seat at the counter.
Nate stood and stared at him for a moment. “You were pretty quiet just
“Yeah, well. Gabriel kind of made
it clear he doesn’t want me 'interacting' with Scarlet.” Tristan made air quotes around the word his twin had used.
"Does 'interacting' involve naked time?" Nate made his own air quotes. "Because if so, I'm with Gabriel."
Tristan thought for a moment, his thoughts straying to Scarlet's mouth,
her neck...her hot, naked skin... He gave his head a quick shake. "No.
Naked time isn't even an option." Dammit. He continued, "Gabriel's freaked out because my touch can kill her and lately she's
been...interested in me." Tristan tugged at his shirt collar. "He's afraid she's going to
trip and fall on top of me, and instantly explode or something.
Nate raised a brow. "Yeah. I'm sure that's what he's worried about."
Tristan ran frustrated hands through his hair. “I just need to lay
low for a little while and let Scarlet and Gabriel do their thing.”
Nate leaned against the counter. “And what thing would that be?”
cracked his knuckles. “The
thing where they fall in love and everything is right with the world.” A
slow, familiar tightness began to wrap around his chest.
"Ah, yes. The ever-elusive fairy tale ending." Nate gave a fake smile. "Aren't curses fun?"
Tristan glared at him.
Nate sighed and twitched his lips in sympathy. "I don't envy you, man. Not at all."
Tristan ignored the comment, hating Nate's sympathy almost as much as he hated the curse itself.
few strained moments passed, filled by the sound of the front door
slamming and Gabriel marching up the stairs. Clearly, his
coddle-and-soothe-Scarlet plan had backfired.
Tristan bit back a smile.
Nate cleared his throat. "So...about the arrow that can kill immortals...."
"Nope." Tristan leaned back in his seat.
"I need you to give it back.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “Come on,
man. You can’t be trusted with it.”
“And you can?”
“Uh, yeah.” Nate made a face. “Raise your hand if you haven’t tried to commit suicide in the
last five centuries with a magical arrow.”
Nate raised his arm.
Tristan pursed his lips.
“See?” Nate dropped
his arm. “You can’t be trusted.”
giving it back, Nate.”
Nate hung his head and groaned. “Do
I have to start hiding everything?
First, Scarlet's ring. Then the
arrow. And now--apparently--I'll have to hide the Head Ghosts because
Scarlet's all pro-brainwash." Shaking his head, Nate muttered. “I’m
surrounded by a bunch of kleptomaniacs.”
What's in a cover? Well, to put it simply, a cast, a crew, and a whole lotta fun!
This past spring I had the pleasure of working with an incredibly talented team to capture the faces of my characters (Scarlet, Tristan, and Gabriel) and put together the cover (and other promo pics) for Awry (book two in my Archers of Avalon series).
We set up in a warehouse in Mesa, AZ at the crack of dawn with a trailer (for wardrobe changes and hair/make-up stations), some extension cords, and a truckload of set design props. And then we brought the Archers of Avalon to life.
It was phenomenal, people! Here's a video to sum up all the awesomeness that was had!
Meet the AMAZING TEAM behind the cover of Awry!
Photography: Ashley & Jon Bugg
We are a husband & wife team documenting the lifestyles of some pretty amazing people and characters...we adore working together and possess two very distinctive yet completely cohesive styles that encompass our brand. We love working together, building on each other's creative eye and ideas. I dream big and Jon keeps me grounded. In the absolute best way possible. He's my anchor, yet pushes me to stretch. We look for the little things that bring forth the emotion in an image. Those in-between moments. Our goal is for you to FEEL our work...letting emotion and depth pour from every image we put forward. We kind of couldn't do this without each other, and wake up every morning full of gratitude that we are living our always evolving dream. You can view more of our work at buggphotographer.com
Hair & Make-up Stylist: Cristina Gammage
Cristina has been a stylist and make-up artist for 20 years, both in Arizona and California. She is the Owner and principal stylist
at Salon Allegra in Gilbert, Arizona. Cristina has worked with the
Phoenix Opera and won the BRIDES Award in 2011 for her styling and
artistry. Cristina is the Key Stylist and Make-Up Artist for Sarah
Bel Gray Photography, and has recently had her work featured in Angelic
Magazine. She also works alongside other local photographers, Amy
Elizabeth Photography and bugg.photographer as well. Styling
is her passion, and she is thrilled and humbled to have been able to
work with Chelsea for The Archers of Avalon Series! Visit Salon
Allegra's Facebook Page to view her recent work! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Salon-Allegra/128311840534814
Wardrobe Stylist/Designer: Sarah Bel Gray
I am a self-proclaimed
fashionista and shop-a-holic; be it that I have been obsessed with
clothing since I was knee-high. I was SO honored to be able to use my
love of fashion and my love of books to help create the characters for
Chelsea Fine's Archers of Avalon Series! I hope I did the character's
justice!! I am obsessed with coffee, fashion-based reality television,
fashion photography, vintage boutiques, singing and playing the guitar,
and being a mom to the most rambunctious little 18 month old in the
world! You can visit me at www.sarahbelgray.com or check out my work on Facebook www.facebook.com/sarahbelstyle - sarahbelgray-
I am 18 years old and live in Phoenix, AZ. I've been modeling since
2011 and I'm attending college to become a dental hygienist. I
spend a lot of time at the lake with my friends and I LOVE camping--being outdoors is my thing. I can play the cello and the piano ( just
like my character (; ) and I dress and act like a girly girl, but I'm a
tom-boy at heart. I enjoy spending time with my family and I live with my
mom and younger brother and sister.
The face of Tristan/Gabriel: Lonnie Weisgerber
Modeling and acting have been a passion of Lonnie's for a
little over two years. He hopes to continue his journey to bigger and
better things, whether in the states or on the other side of the
globe. He has enjoyed modeling for some of
the best names in the industry--like Roberto Cavalli, Chanel, and Carolina
Hererra. No matter how busy he is, he always finds time for friends
and fun. Without the simple things in life, nothing great can
exist. Facebook http://www.modelmayhem.com/1118839
I can't thank these peeps enough! They were a dream come true for me and helped make the cover shoot not only amazing, but also incredibly fun! This is, truly, Team Awesome. ;)