The Birth

My Sister's Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena
My Sister’s Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

“I can see a corner! Push again!”  His tone is a mixture of excitement and anger.  It has been a long road for the both of us.  The long nights I thought I was, but wasn’t.  The fear of not getting it right; of not being accepted.  Through it all, he was there.  We were finally ready.

“I can’t.  I’m tired.” I pant with stolen breaths.  I don’t have the strength.  I’m borrowing his and that is only taking me so far.  “I wish I could, but I’m done.”  I steal another painful breath.  ” After this one, no more.”

“You say the same thing every time.” He actually chuckles.  He is lucky I am weak or I would smack him.  “Come on, push!  It’s almost over.”

For me, for him, I do as I’m told.  The pain is excruciating.  My mind lost in concentration.

“One more babe.  One more push and it’s here. ”   I felt it.  I gave it all I had and out it came.  I looked down and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  The pain and misery quickly forgotten as I gazed upon it.

“What will we call this one?”  He stares at it in awe.

“My Sister’s Soul,”  I reply.  I reach out and lovingly stroke the front cover.

“Ready to start on another?”  This time I don’t hesitate.  I smack him.

My Sister’s Soul.  Available in December 2015 at online bookstores.

 

The Monster – Audelia’s Story

My Sister's Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

My Sister’s Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

Audelia is young, talented with a ton of possibilities lined up for her future.  She just has one major problem.  The monster…

I hate her.  She is the bane of my existence.  I often prey for the ability to wish her away the way that child did in an episode of the Twilight Zone.  Her crystal blue eyes come to rest where I sit, half hidden in a corner of the room, and my thoughts desert me.  The corners of her mouth twist up in a parody of a smile and I visibly cringe.  Oh no.

“Audelia, dear, come here,” she beckons with dulce tones.   The royal court surrounding the Queen Bee watches with indulgent smiles as I cautiously make my way to her.  She offers me her hand as I draw near and I hesitantly take it.  Her long cold fingers, first caress, then curl around my hand.  The Queen Bee’s smile is as bright as the highly buffed chrome on my father’s old Cadillac.

The air is filled with sighs and ah’s as the nearby crowd witnesses what they think is a touching moment.  If they looked hard enough, they would see the talon-like nails digging into the flesh of my palm.  If they truly cared, they would notice the frostbitten eyes that sear into me.  But the Queen Bee has played this game for a very long time.  People see what she allows them to see.  They have never met the monster which lies beneath the beauty.  Never felt her all-consuming and constant wrath.

Whether awake or in slumber, I suffer mercilessly in this hell.  A hell where the monster reigns.  At times, I am more frightened of myself than of the monster.  Will I awaken one day and find myself to be the mirror image of her inside and out?  After all, she is my mother…

You can read the rest of Audelia’s ordeal in My Sister’s Soul which will be available at online booksellers the first week of December.

To The One I Love, The Book Trailer

I think book trailers are a wonderful thing.  If you are familiar with Chronicle Keeperz, you know that there is or was a trailer for every book published.  I figured, why break from tradition.  So here it is the trailer for To The One I Love.

Hey!  Why not check out my website!    dawngena@com

 

A Taste Of My Sister’s Soul

It’s a Woman’s Prerogative

My Sister's Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

My Sister’s Soul, a novel by Dawn Gena

My next book to be released is titled, My Sister’s Soul.  The stories in this book feature glimpses into the relationships between women and the men they love.   Some of the stories included in My Sister’s Soul will prompt you to ask questions about love and sanity.  When it comes to love, is there a right or wrong?  If so, what do you do when you know you’ve crossed that finite line?  Is it always so easy to walk away?

Meet Destiny.  This is a brief taste of her soul…

How do I describe Sincyre?  He is as dark as the richest chocolate and as hard and cool as sculpted steel.  My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.  My hands itch with the need to touch him.  It doesn’t matter where or when as long as it is often.

Sincyre is a beautiful angel set loose among the lost and downtrodden like me.  Unfortunately, the angel that comes to mind has more in common with Lucifer than Gabriel.

In my more rational moments, I think that Sincyre walks this planet solely to put me through hell.  In my irrational moments, I know Sincyre’s sole purpose is to drag me through hell kicking and screaming.  The sad part is I love every hair-raising, knee-scraping minute of it.  Go ahead and say what we both know.  I am pathetic.

Sincyre draws me to him with empty promises, lies and teasing glimpses of a future together that will never be.  My self-preservation and common sense are thrown to the same winds that blow him through my front door from time to time.  I readily welcome every mistreatment with open arms.  Why?  I love him and in my desperation to have him, I accept everything.

Do you still think I am pathetic or does your judgment lean toward something more severe now?  I understand.  My friends are few these days.  My family has all but forgotten me.  No one can comprehend this overwhelming need I have to be with Sincyre.  One by one they have abandoned me, rather than watch me suffer.  Suffer is their word, not mine.  I wish I had the strength to care but my energy, my heart, my life are all for Sincyre.