Please make welcome today's super fantastic romance author, Sallie Lundy-Frommer. Leave her a comment, she'll love that...
I was born on a farm in the rural South to a family of migrant farm workers. In fact, my family is huge. Some might call it a clan…:-) I’m the youngest of 10 children. Yup, I have six brothers and three sisters. And yes, holidays are a zoo….
Anyway, at an early age, my family moved to the urban Northeast. No more running in the cotton fields for me….:-)
I now live in the suburban Northeast with my husband and a large assortment of plants. I don’t have any children but as you can well imagine, I have tons of nieces and nephews.
As for my education, I was the first in my family to go to college. I hold bachelors and masters degrees in Human Resource Management. But I have nieces and nephews working on PhDs. Way to go kinfolks!!!!
I guess that’s enough for now. I hope you've enjoyed a peek into my world.
Malachi had gone very still as cold panic ran through his veins like a locomotive. Trigon started to speak when he noticed that Malachi had paled and was holding his breath. “Malachi, what is it?” he asked. The Guardians stared at him and then he let out a howl, in so much anguish that it burst all the glass in the room, exploding the windows as he fell to his knees. The Guardians spun around believing they were under some new kind of attack but saw nothing to explain Malachi’s condition. Stunned silence then filled the room, no one breathed unsure of what was happening or what to do.
The nerves of the Guardians were drawn tight like bows about to be launched. Their eyes were glowing, sweeping the room, searching the shadows, listening with focused intensity, searching for threats. Maybe the Harvesters had a new weapon.
Trigon carefully stepped closer to Malachi and tentatively placed one hand on his shoulder. He whispered the question quietly; afraid of what he might hear to bring such a reaction from Malachi. “What is it, friend?”
Malachi looked up and Trigon recoiled at the grief and horror in his eyes. He said one word, “Sapphira.” They all looked at each other, their unease growing. They all knew his life mate had been killed in the maturing chambers long ago. Why was he calling her name now? Why this murderous rage? Had he lost his mind?
“What about Sapphira?” Trigon asked unsure of what Malachi was trying to say. Malachi’s breathing had returned but he sounded like a wounded animal, his breath ragged and uneven. Unable to find the words, he thrust his mind out to share information with Trigon. Trigon stilled and the Guardians knew that Malachi was giving him information directly. Trigon’s face tightened in concentration from the onslaught of information. As the seconds passed, the Guardians grew tenser.
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