You may or may not have seen by now that I am revamping Dark Indiscretions book 1. I feel a lot of things were left out and I can honestly say I had no idea what I was doing when I first wrote it. Not only was it my first actually book (I’d only written poems and two short stories before this). I didn’t really know my world that I’d created. I kind of just went with it and lately all the pieces started fitting together into something that started to make sense. So I’ve held off on the rest of the series to go back to the beginning and flesh some things out. When it’s all said and done 8K will be added to the overall total word count. Bringing it to about 45K from it’s original 37K. Now for the most part the plot and people will stay the same but a few scenes as well as a bit of detail has been added. After thinking about it I saw that I left a lot of things out. Things that are important and I didn’t want to just randomly toss this information into the last two books of the Dark Indiscretions Series. The re-release will be Oct. 31, 2015. For now here’s a little snippet:

UNEDITED AND SUBJECTED TO CHANGE! COPYRIGHT 2015 SHAKUITA JOHNSON

He had a spell he needed to cast before he made his move. Reinforcements would need to be summoned before he showed his hand to Jennifer. She would not expect this turn of events. Making his way to the basement of the townhouse he’d bought, he went to the giant pentagram he’d etched into the concrete. The amount of magic he was about to channel would require a few herbs to focus the energy. Could he do it without them? Absolutely, but using the herbs would make the task quicker. Raw energy channel was always risky, no matter how old and experienced the Mystic doing the channeling was. And resurrecting people took even more energy and focus.
Going over to his impressive bookshelf, he looked through them all until he found the one he’d written centuries ago. It had the spell that would help him do this summoning right the first time. Looking over what he’d written he went over to his herb cabinet and pulled down some anise, gardenia, and thistle. They were good for conjuring the dead. The spell would make them whole again once the herb mixture summoned them to him. He took down a bowl and crushed the herbs up inside it. After sprinkling a bit of oil over them he struck a match and threw it in. Gently picking the bowl up, he walked back over to the pentagram and put the bowl in the center.
The smoke started to thicken as the herbs burned. Her started to slowly fan the smoke out from the bowl with his hands. Thinking of those he wished to summon until their shapes started to form around the circle. Once he could clearly see their confused spirits, he stood up tall and put as much of his power behind his words as he could.

Blood of my blood
Mind to mind
Ripped from your bodies
Now turned to spirit
My power calls to thee
Come back and follow me
Taken from this world too soon
Now on this day of a crescent moon
I nearby grant you all your power
So come and reclaim what was taken in your weaken hour
Revenge is close, within your grasp
Snatch it quick or for the opportunity is fast

Or something like that. He was never good at the writing spells part. He preferred just blasting raw power into his enemies. Once Jennifer was his he’d make her write him better spells. For now he stood by and watched his handiwork. The spell worked and that was all that matter. Jennifer wouldn’t know what hit her.