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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Brethren Beginnings~Rise of the Brethren, Deena Remiel

Brethren Beginnings is a free online serial that answers your questions about the origins of the Brethren and tells the compelling stories leading up to Trinity, A Brethren Novel. There are 12 installments at this point. Here is Number 1 and 2 for your enjoyment. For more, head over to... http://brethrenbeginnings.wordpress.com/



Number 1

Time is eternal, no beginning and no end. And yet as humans we are on a constant mission to find when IT all began, how we came to be, and why we are here. We must have a purpose to this life, so many of us suggest. Some of us have found grand, solid purposes to our lives, while others continue to ponder, wallowing in the muck and mire of a horrid life thrust upon them without their consent. And so, while many of us live out our days finding love, building families and careers, others not as fortunate become predators, sniffing out any excuse to snuff out another’s purposeful life.

It was when humans had begun to segregate themselves this way, into people of goodness and people of evil, that the Brethren first surfaced on earth. Their appearance was not one of brilliance, nor was it apocalyptic. There were no meteor showers that day. There was no eclipse of the sun. No major earthquakes or other natural disasters were pointed to, heralding the coming of the Brethren.


They simply manifested. There was a new awareness of being, of having hands to touch with, a mouth to speak with, eyes to see, and ears to hear, all new, independent and tangible features; yet each was dependent on another to absorb information and paint a complete picture of the world around them.

For all Brethren, there was, too, an immediate understanding of their purpose, and an acknowledgement that here was now their home, to protect, to heal, and to fight for.


Number 2

They had known of each other, the Brethren did. Before manifesting, before becoming individuals here on earth, they had an awareness of each other, working in concert as a collective against evil. But evil was still gaining ground and threatening to put a stranglehold on the entire human race. Each one of the Brethren had agreed to this angelic mission and its terms for reasons all their own. And in time, each of their stories shall unfold.

There were nine angels in all, three Protectors, three Warriors, and three Saviors. Each triad had their own powers and orders, and none could cross over without severe penalty, and possible banishment. Protectors were adept at spinning spells, weaving magic, and creating talismans for the safety and protection of the human race. Warriors had brawn and analytical minds for warfare, and used blessed swords as their weapon of choice. And Saviors were meant to heal those with severe injuries and those who held the hand of death far too prematurely. There was just one caveat. They had to be called upon through a desperate plea or a prayer to engage in their angelic duties.

Their mission would span eternity, and it was likely they would see many a war against their foe. Satan had been able to plant his seed deep within the hearts of humans eons ago, and even had time to hijack a wayward Brethren along the way. Evil, it’s a tricky bugger to eradicate, but would be dealt with nonetheless, one demon or possessed human at a time.
The first task was to assimilate into society. Some Brethren turned their abilities into careers, while others carefully cloaked their identities in creative ways. Their lives were singular and without attachments beyond their work. A solitary life was preferred given the dangerous nature of their mission. Spread out across the world, they could be called together at a moment’s notice by their boss, E.L., whose beginnings to this day are shrouded in mystery.
Gabriel, a Protector, was the first to settle in.


©Deena Remiel, 2010.

The First Time ~Sensual Excerpt, Deena Remiel


The first time we make love, with the one we have fallen in love with, is a magical, wondrous experience. So, too, for Emma and Michael. But it can also be nerve-wracking as well...

Excerpt from Trinity, A Brethren Novel

©Deena Remiel, 2010. Coming soon from Decadent Publishing



“So, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?” Emma finally asked, her voice near breathless from the deafening silence that had grown between them.

“Or something,” Michael replied, as he gathered her up in an embrace that took the rest of her breath away. His eyes hypnotized as he gazed determinedly into hers. And then, he kissed her. Oh so gently at first, nibbling at her bottom lip, masterfully parting her lips so he could enter and taste her. Then he slowly raised the temperature to blistering.

At first, her arms hung limply at her sides. But as the kiss deepened, she found her footing again, and her hands slid seductively up his arms, caressing and gripping Michael’s back and shoulders. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him as she fought with his tucked-in shirt. But then, she won the battle and could feel his smooth skin and his taut muscles clenching with every touch of her hands. She didn’t feel him lift her off the floor, never once breaking their kiss. Surprised, she found herself planted on the countertop.

“Oh God, Emma, do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” he growled. “Driving me crazy, woman. That’s what.” His lips left a feverish trail of burning kisses from her jaw line down her neck. “I need more of you, Emma. So much more.”

Emma took his face into her hands and looked at him with eyes blurred by desire. She threw all caution to the wind. “My bedroom, Michael, take me there, now.” She could barely speak anymore, she could barely think. He lifted her up in his arms, never taking his eyes off hers, and made his way to her bedroom.

He closed the door with his foot, and proceeded to lay her on the bed. Her hair splayed out like black satin on the pillow. Michael stood motionless.

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Trinity Excerpt ~ Deena Remiel


A blood-curdling scream shattered the peaceful silence of the wee hours. She roused, instantly alert. Her soul, rocked by the echoing scream, seized up like a blown car engine.
“Ow! Son of a bitch!” Emma swore under her breath. She kicked aside the inconsiderate Malibu Barbie. “Hannah, I’m coming! Mama’s coming!”
Her stomach roiled at the terror and desperation in her daughter’s panic-stricken voice echoing through the hallway.
“I won’t go! I won’t go! No! I’ll never let you take me! I won’t do it! You can’t make me do it! Mama! Help me! Mama!”
Well hell, this is something new. Usually, when Hannah was having one of her nightmares, she shrieked until Emma talked her out of it and put her back to sleep. Now she’s talking in her nightmare, too? Completely at a loss, she raked her hands through her hair as she rushed to her daughter, writhing on the bed.
“Hannah, I’m here. You’re ok. Mama’s here. Wake up, honey. Sweetie? Mama’s here.” She repeated these phrases like a mantra, trying to keep her voice as calm and soothing as possible. But who was she kidding? This newly added dimension of these nightmares was sending her over the deep end herself. She hoped her little one couldn’t sense it.
“Mama! He’s got me! Save me, Mama!” Hannah pleaded in a frenzy of emotion. It looked as though something was tugging on her arms and she was trying to pull them back. And her eyes were open.
Crap! She’s never had her eyes open before, either. What the hell was going on?
She sat next to her frenzied body and waved a hand in front of her face. Hannah looked at and past her, as though there really was someone else in the room; as though this someone was seated right next to her. Crap, crap, crap! As she turned to look beside her, she saw a hint of a shadow, but then figured it to be her own. Get a hold of yourself.
“Honey, wake up. It’s only a dream. You’re ok. You’re safe.”
Hannah looked back again at her, and foretold in a chilling tone, “I’ll never be safe, Mama. Not anymore.”

© Deena Remiel, 2010.

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First There Were Two... Excerpt from Trinity, by Deena Remiel

Yes, Trinity means three, but first, there were two. And these two budding lovers, Emma and Michael, light up the early morning hours with fireworks when they first kiss. I'd love to share it with you right now. Best to wear sunglasses!


{...I don’t mess around, Emma. Too many lives are at stake. And there are two lives in particular I’ve become very attached to.” He drew her head back ever so gently with one hand and stroked her lips with the other. His eyes consumed her, and the mutual longing could no longer be denied.

Slowly he bent his head down and his lips glanced hers, soft and gentle as a whisper. As they came together, tiny sparks shot off in all directions, and an aura of rainbow colors formed a protective barrier around them. Unaware of anything but how wonderful Michael’s lips felt against hers, Emma leaned aggressively into the kiss. He retaliated by teasing hers open with his tongue. She let out a hungry groan. The urgency of their unexpected desire deepened and they blended into one united entity. Their hearts beat as one, and they breathed for each other as though they did not exist, one without the other. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, yet in truth it was mere moments.

***

Gradually, they came apart, lips bruised and swollen from their powerful assault. Energy drained back to its source. Michael’s control had come undone. Emma had no idea what she and her growing powers had done to him. He hadn’t realized until now that helping was a two-way street. Yes, he was protecting her and Hannah, but whether she instinctively knew he needed it or not, she was saving him, and it hurt like hell...}
©Deena Remiel, 2010. All rights reserved.