Reset old series under new name: PRINCE ENKI SERIES; Revamped Series Book #1 and renamed it--Tethere
Here's an excerpt from my revamped "Tethered Treachery," Book 1 from my renamed Series, PRINCE ENKI CHRONICLES.
*************** Excerpt from Chapter One ***************
A small flash of bright blue light exploded smack dab inside a throng of people, who fearfully jumped away, creating a temporary clearing. The light disappeared just as quickly as it appeared, but not before leaving its cargo—a full bodied brown-skinned woman with a head full of jet-black long luxurious hair.
How did I get here? thought Melody Pacheco.
Sensations assaulted her senses: fumes from cabs; shadows from concrete skyscrapers and the ear-shattering clamor of cars, trucks and an endless flow of people who looked like they were from everywhere in the world. She deeply inhaled a few times while scanning all around her, then upwards toward the sky—the only familiar sight. It looked like a puzzle piece; a patch of bright, blue sky—just seeing it helped calm her down even more.
That clue still didn’t help her figure out her location. Determined, she took another deep breath while shuffling toward the closest person. “Sir, where am I?”
A rotund silver-bearded-elderly-white man, in a tailored Neiman Marcus suit, ignored her entirely. While tugging his elbow, she asserted, “Sir! Where. Am. I? Please, I need yo help!”
“You’re in Times’ Square, Manhattan,” then off he strutted, yelling over his shoulder, “Stupid illegals! Immigration laws my ass!”
“She took in her deepest breath and shouted, “HONEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN ILLEGAL? YO ANCESTORS DIDN’T DISCOVER SHIT…STOLE THIS BITCH!” Melody managed to be heard over the city’s roar. After the Santa-Claus-reject’s words sunk in, she nearly lost it. How did she get all the way from Texas to Manhattan, New York, she thought. “One moment I’m in San Angelo, flirting with David, my neighbor’s fine ass husband, and the next, I’m in Times Square.”
Suddenly, another bright blue light flashed to her left.
From out of nowhere, here was a tall, athletic man who looked like a Prince of Persia, which was about to be one of her favorite movies.
“Don’t know where you are? Just popped in, right? So, did I, honey. Oh… you’re—in—Manhattan, New York of—the—U—S—of—A.,” she emphasized, in case he was an immigrant. “What is your name, sweet Prince of Persia?” she said while batting her eyelids loquaciously.
“Rajan Safran, and I popped here from a long way.”
“What part of Africa are you from?”
“I—am—from—Indianapolis! Oh, it’s in Indiana—of—the—U—S—of—A., too!”
“Smartass,” she said under her breath.
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Over the next two weeks, I plan to make my Book 2 -- Draco Sinkholes, followed by Book 3 -- Dragon Stones, available as an ebook via Amazon Kindle Unlimited.