I am thrilled to welcome A. M. Manay, Rave Reviews Book Club “Spotlight” Author, on today’s stop of her blog tour. A. M. is an amazing, supportive member of RRBC and generously promotes fellow authors. I consider it an honour to shine the “Spotlight” on her today.
With much joy, I introduce A. M. Manay!
In addition to her work as an award-winning indie author of supernatural new adult fantasy, A.M. Manay is a former inner-city chemistry teacher, a singer, a yoga enthusiast, and a mother through domestic open adoption. She has a passion for increasing diversity in popular culture and for strong heroines who stand up for themselves, make their own decisions, and don’t depend on romance as their reason for being.
Today she is sharing a scene from the next installment in her award-winning November Snow saga.
“Work in Progress” by A.M. Manay
I’m busily at work on Book 3 of the November Snow saga. If you don’t like spoilers, please avert your eyes. At the end of She Lights Up the Dark (November Snow Book 2), November is severely injured with a poisoned bullet. This scene takes place early in Chapter 1 of the next installment. Enjoy this little peek at Book 3.
“She needs your blood, Greg,” Pine said as he looked down at November’s still form on the floor of a cheap motel room. “Plus lots of human blood. A whole lot.”
“How are we going to get her to swallow it, though?” Greg asked. “We could barely get anything into Ilyn when he was like this.” He began rolling up his sleeve, nevertheless.
“If someone can swipe me some medical supplies, I can run a feeding tube up her nose,” Hector suggested. At Gul’s questioning look, he added, “I’m a nurse. Or I was. It’ s hard to keep up with your continuing education from Luka’s dungeon. But I think I am still capable of getting a tube into her stomach.”
Gul nodded. “I’ll be right back.” His blur nearly took the door off its hinges. Less than a minute later, he reappeared and dumped a garbage bag full of medical odds and ends onto the flowered bedspread. “Will this do? I don’t actually know what any of this is for.”
Hector began sorting through the pile and nodded. “I can work with this. Sit,” he ordered Greg. A moment later, crimson vampire’s blood was flowing into a bag. While he waited for it to fill, Hector knelt next to November and carefully placed the tubing to her stomach. “This feels so strange. Like working on a dead person,” he muttered. “Poor thing.”
Greg’s bag of blood was soon full and running slowly through a tube and down November’s throat. Hector played phlebotomist once more, taking a donation from an ashen-faced Jaime.
“You sure you’re up for this, man?” Hector asked the sole human being in their company.
“Yeah,” Jaime nodded. “Whatever she needs.”
“Someone will have to go looking for more human blood,” Greg pointed out. “She’s lost a great deal, and he won’t be able to give again,” he continued with a nod toward Jaime. “And we need to start driving to Atlanta. Or at least, I do. My mother . . . Things could be very bad down there,” he concluded with a worried look.
“I stole some blood along with the supplies,” Gul assured him. “It’s in the bag at the bottom of the pile. Gregory can rest in the back of the van I also just stole. It looks reasonably light-tight. The rest of you follow in the car, and we make haste to Atlanta. We need Raina’s help to get this bullet out of her. I fear it has fragmented. Unless your skills include surgery, Hector?” The werewolf shook his head. “Then we are off.”
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