Her writing started a decent handful of years ago when along with the dogs, cat, kids, and husband, the voices of characters started whispering stories in Debra's ear. Insomnia was the gateway for the plots that wouldn't give up, wouldn't let go. In the shower, a twist would take hold and--dripping and frenzied--she'd find somewhere, anywhere to write it down.
Debra grew up in New York and got a bachelor's degree in political science at SUNY New Paltz. At the start of her marriage, she moved to southern Maryland with her husband. She still doesn't trust crabs and all their legs, though everyone else in her family thinks they're delicious. Her favorite hobbies include knitting, painting furniture and wall murals, and slapping clowns.
Omnific Publishing published her debut novel, #1 on Kindle Best Seller’s list, Crushed Seraphim, and its sequel Bittersweet Seraphim about a cursing angel. They also bravely published Poughkeepsie, which a romance about a homeless man who counts the smiles of his dream girl. You can visit her website at DebraAnastasia.com and find her on twitter @Debra_Anastasia.
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Excerpt from Bittersweet Seraphim
Below is the time he has to describe love to her:
“If I keep you, I’m no better than him.” She didn’t need to say Vittorio’s name out loud.
It was unfair, she could tell. She watched his face scroll through emotions, trying to pick one that would fix the situation.
“You are not like him. We are happy.” He grabbed her face. “We are happy?”
How did a simple housecleaning turn into something so horrible? It was easy to see it now. He needed college, girlfriends, experiences.
“There are ways you could be happier.” She pulled the rag out of his hand and wiped her eyes with it. The smell of Windex would always remind her of this moment.
He waited her out, never moving his hands.
“If you were away from me, you’d get to pick your life instead of having me choose for you.” She took his hands off her face. “I think you should get that chance.”
He was quiet for so long, and Seriana just cried. Mine finally wiped her tears and scooped her up so quickly she gasped. He sat on the couch and put her on his lap.
“I am not sure if I will say this correctly. Please hear me.” He searched her face, and Seriana nodded. “In the cage? I had no sunshine. I had nothing to hope for. And then he started with the pictures. Of you. You were my daylight. I looked forward to your face—like when we open the windows at night? That feeling on our skin? When you get the bumps and shiver? That was your face for me. Chilly and happy. I had someone to dream about. I hoped every day that he would find you and bring you to me. I feel bad about that now, because that wasn’t your hope.”
He pulled her harder to his chest, and she could feel him inhale the scent of her hair.
“When you were brought to me, it was my dreams coming to life. I know this life must be hard—teaching me, it’s hard.”
She shook her head, freeing more tears. “Never hard.”
He put a finger on her lips. “And if me…” He seemed to search for her words in his head. “If me giving life a chance frees you in a way you need, I will do. I will not like, but I will do.” The potential loss played out on his face before he added, “For you? Anything you ask.”
She twisted and kissed him until she could finally tell him. “Anything?”
He nodded, solemn as a knight.
“Then stay with me. Always stay. You’re my night air too. Just like that, with the chills. I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guilty about it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat.
“Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love.”
Mine was on top of her before she knew he’d moved. He was desperate, reminding her of their first time, in the cage, as if being inside her was all there could be. He growled as her jeans held tight to her skin, finally ripping them up the seams with his almost-full-minion strength. She pulled her own shirt off in response.
Thanks for letting me share my favorite scene during this Omnific Angel Event!