Bonus scene of Rarity

Bonus Scene of Rarity
©D.A. Roach 2015
This scene takes place at the end of Rarity.
“Hey babe, thanks for helping me organize this.  I think Soren is gonna’ be surprised.” 
            I scanned the pool deck and saw Soren’s soccer friends along with a dozen more friends of Jay and Soren.  We rented the community pool from 8pm to10pm and worked feverishly to string the lights and decorations.  Meg was on Soren duty, keeping him busy until 8:30 when we’d be ready for him.
            “I hope so.  Meg sometimes gets excited and lets the cat out of the bag.”
            “Think she’ll do that?” Jay looked at me with worry.
            “No idea.  If it happens though, it will be by accident.” I knew Meg was becoming more attracted to Soren and really wanted this night to be a success.  I also knew that she didn’t need me or Jay interfering with their budding relationship.
            “He told me he put a note in her mailbox last Friday.” Jay said as he hooked up the stereo.
            “I heard, Meg said it was cute.  Did he tell you about it?”
            “Are you kidding?  We’re guys, we don’t talk about that stuff.  What did it say?” Jay was curious for sure but wouldn’t dare ask Soren.
             “It said, ‘You’re the girl I look forward to see…would you consider going out with me?’  And it had a check box for yes or no.”
            I punched Jay in the arm and felt bad instantly when I realized he’d probably have a bruise in a minute or two. “God, sorry.  Listen, I think it’s sweet.  Besides, girls love that stuff.”  He rubbed his arm.  “I wasn’t thinking, I shouldn’t have punched you.”
            “You’re so violent!”  Jay teased.  “I’m fine, but maybe lay off the Wheaties next time.”
            My phone chimed, it was Meg.
-We’re on our way.  He has no clue!  See you in 10!
            “Ten minutes everyone!”  People scampered out of the pool to head toward the entrance. I glanced back at our pool party setup and smiled.  It looked like the perfect party, lightup beachballs floated in the pool, lights were strung between the umbrellas, and the sun was fading into a perfect purple and pink dusk.  Jay grabbed my hand and we hurried toward the crowd.
            Soren’s voice grew louder as they approached, “Meg, why are we here?  The pool closed half an hour ago.”
            “I know, I left a bag here yesterday and arranged to pick it up with the manager.  It should be just around this corner.”  Meg was holding Soren’s hand, leading him into the pool party area.
            “Surprise!” Soren’s mouth fell open and then a giant smile spread across his face.  Jay walked through the friends and grabbed Soren in a tight embrace.
            “Happy birthday Bro!”  Soren then mingled and greeted everyone.  Jay lingered around Soren while I went to the stereo to start up the music.
            “So, you got it all done!  Great work and great turn out!”  Meg was behind me grabbing a cold drink.
            “We did, but I think I might need to refresh my deodorant!”  I joked.  Meg chuckled at my comment.  “So, he had no clue?”
            “None.  Though he seemed suspicious when we pulled up here.”
            “How was the mini-golf?”  Meg told him that she was taking him mini-golfing for his present and he was more than eager to go. She gave me a sly smile.
“Awesome.  We made a bet. If he won, I had to give him Mr. Pickles (her stuffed animal bat that hung from her keychain).  If I won, he had to buy me a stuffed animal from the arcade area.”  I couldn’t help but laugh.  Meg’s obsession with stuffed animals was…intense.  And here she was roping him into her Land of the Lovies.  I looked down and saw Mr. Pickles dangling from her purse clip.
            “So you won.”
            “Yep.  Siegfried the porpoise is in the car.”  I bust out laughing and Meg winked at me.  Meg and I unwrapped the fried chicken and side dishes and called everyone to eat.  After dinner we sang Happy Birthday and served the cake.  Time was passing too quickly as we all were having so much fun with our friends.
After the cake, Meg stood and straightened her skirt. “Excuse me, I need to give Soren his other present.”  I had no idea what Meg had bought Soren, she wasn’t even carrying a gift.  She walked up to him and whispered something in his ear.  He excused himself from his conversation and grabbed Meg’s hand.  They walked away from everyone toward an area hidden by bushes.
            “What’s going on there?”  Jay sat in the chair next to me and put my hand in his.
            “She’s giving him his present, though I don’t know what it is.” 
Jay stared out across the pool at all the partygoers. “Great party babe.  Everyone is having so much fun.  Wish we had this place for 2 more hours.”  I nodded in agreement. 
Meg and Soren were only out of sight for three minutes.  They came around the corner, Soren leading Meg by the hand. Both were grinning from ear to ear. I was desperate to find out what Meg got him for a present but he clearly wanted her by his side as he said his farewells.  Jay and I started throwing away the trash and packing up the drinks and food as partygoers were heading home. 
“You guys are the best.  Thanks for an awesome night.” Soren looked so happy.
“You bet man, glad you liked it.”  Jay answered.
“Meg, what did you give Soren?” 
She winked at me, then looked to Soren and smiled.  He pulled out a note with his handwriting on it and held it up.  The box next to the word YES was checked. 
“Oh my god, you guys are a couple now?!” 
Meg nodded happily.  Jay and Soren high fived.
“It’s about time.”  Jay remarked.  We loaded the car with the party items and headed back to Jay and Soren’s house.  Soren unlocked the front door as Meg and I carried in the leftover food. 
“Did you all have a good time?”  Soren’s dad boomed from the living room couch.
“Hey Pops, best party ever.  We brought you some leftovers.”
“Oh good, I was just thinking of getting a snack.”  Soren’s dad approached the kitchen.  He was taller and rounder than Soren.  He greeted us as he headed for a foil pan with chicken in it.
“Are you eating again?  I swear we just left the table.” Soren’s mom swatted a dish rag at her husband.  He leaned over to kiss her before he took a bite of the chicken.  “Brogen!  How are you sweetie? How was the party?” She came over to hug me.
“It was great.  I think we really surprised him.”  Meg and Soren brought in the cooler and Jay brought in the light strands.
“They did, it was the best Mom.  Pops, how’s that chicken?”  Soren’s dad made some inaudible remark of acknowledgement as he chomped his chicken.  Jay snickered at his uncle. 
“Mom, I know you met Meg before, but tonight we became more than friends.”
“Hi Meg, so you are a couple now?”  Soren wrapped his arm around Meg pulling her closer to provide a visual answer to his mom.  “Well, congratulations.”  She smiled at Meg and as she walked past Soren she muttered, “We will have a chat later.”  Soren’s mom gave him a pointed look. Everyone but Meg knew what the look meant.  When Jay told his aunt that we were a couple, she had the sex talk with him.  Soren was in for an earful tonight.  He probably knew it all and could teach his mom a thing or two about sex ed but he loved his mom and would listen, just as Jay had.
“We’re gonna’ walk the girls home, be back soon.”  Jay told his aunt as he kissed her cheek.
“Be safe and come straight home.”
Soren wrapped his arm around Meg and headed toward her home.  He turned to yell, “Brogen, thanks again.”  I waved in return.
Jay held my hand as we walked.  “Are you alright?”  Jay knew that crowds were intense for me.  Too much energy trying to leech onto me.  But I enjoyed the party.  I did not feel overwhelmed by the energies since I was busy working the food and stereo.  Also, everyone’s focus was on Soren and the mood of the evening was light and fun.  Yet, I was glad it was over.
“Yep, better now.  The party was fun but I’m ready to relax.”
“Yeah, parties are fun but a lot of work.  I felt like I hardly saw you tonight.”
“Me too.”  He stopped and pulled me into a kiss. 
His lips were soft and slow.  He gazed into my eyes and smiled, “Hi beautiful.  Will you go out with me tomorrow?  Maybe have a picnic?”
“No, sorry, I have plans with my other boyfriend.” I couldn’t resist.  He was being adorable and I had to rib him.
“Ugh!  That’s it you can walk yourself home.”  He feigned annoyance and took 3 steps away from me.
I caught his arm. “Kidding, kidding, kidding.  Come here.”  I pulled him close and returned the kiss. “Pick me up at noon.  Don’t be late or I might really go with my other boyfriend.” I teased.
“I love you Brogen Mathers.”
“I love you too Jay Wilken.”

Between the Bleeding Willows (Book 1 of the Demon Hunters series)

Between the Bleeding Willows 
(Book 1 of the Demon Hunter series) 
YA Paranormal

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At eighteen years old, Cassidy has suffered more loss than most…

At the end of her senior year, her boyfriend, Jace Peters, was killed in a car accident, and her grandmother died only weeks later of a heart attack. Emotionally lost, Cassidy desperately searches for an heirloom her boyfriend was wearing in the crash—her mother’s gold ring. But during her search, Cassidy discovers more than her ring. 

She finds a gate to the Demon Realm…. 

A battle is brewing, and Killian—head of the Demon hunters—preps his Clan for the approaching conflict. They’ve been working to secure the gate between his realm and the mortal world. But it’s been nearly impossible since Rya—a voracious demon on a quest to expand her power—devoured the soul of his Clan’s necromancer. Now Rya is possessed with the necromancer’s powers and she may break through the gate at any moment. 

Apparently Rya isn’t the only one Killian has to worry about… 

When Cassidy accidentally crosses into the Demon Realm, Killian can’t understand how a human girl survived the transition. Now he has to find a way to return her to her own world, or risk her being caught in the crossfire, which is a complication he definitely doesn’t need. 

Once back in the Human Realm, Cassidy readies herself for battle. She signs up for Krav Maga classes, where she meets Tyler Romaitis—a handsome, tenacious, humble guy. He seems almost perfect, but nothing is ever that easy. 

And as the balance between good and evil shifts, Cassidy finds herself—and her ring—at the heart of the conflict for the survival of mankind.


Last weekend, I had parked at the Raven Woods parking lot and walked across the busy four lane road to the small ditch on the other side. After an hour of searching the roadside without any luck, the sun had finally set and I’d realized that without the added light from the sun, there would be no hope in finding the ring.

As I walked along the guardrail back toward my car, I had heard footsteps coming from the trees several yards away. My eyes had searched the dark forest perimeter for the source of the sound. And then I’d seen him, standing at the edge of a small clearing in the wooded lot, looking just as I had remembered him. But it couldn’t have been. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me because the figure that had appeared before me had looked like Jace, and Jace was dead. The figure had darted off, twigs cracking as he retreated. Seeing him had stolen my breath away, both from fear and excitement. How could this be possible? I had wanted to chase after him, to gain a closer look, but the forest had been very dark and I’d neglected to bring a flashlight. If I’d known this area, I might have had the confidence to follow him, but having never had been here before, I hadn’t been able to muster up the courage to run boldly into the black forest ahead—not even for a closer look. Instead, I’d shouted his name over and over again.


That night, I was desperate to find the necklace that held my mom’s ring. Or Jace. I allowed extra time to search before the shroud of darkness set in. The first hour turned up nothing; I looked toward the horizon and saw the sun retreating as night began to set in.

To my left, a thick chain linked two wooden pillars, barricading a dirt path. A small metal sign hung from the chain: CLOSED. I sat down on one of the pillars to rest and stared down the overgrown path. Blaylock Grove. No sign told that the path beyond the chain led to the abandoned cemetery. But when I was growing up, kids told tales of people gathering here at night to worship Satan. The stories of this haunted cemetery and the rituals people did here, so close to my house, were eerie.
I looked to the spot I swore I’d seen Jace last weekend. There was nothing but trees and shadows. I wanted to see him again. I wanted him back in my life. Each day, I struggled to see the point in waking up and going through the motions when he wasn’t a part of it.
The sun moved down another notch in the sky and glinted off something in the weeds near my foot. I crouched down and saw the treasure I had hunted for. The necklace. I picked it up and studied it. The golden circle suspended from the chain looked like an ordinary ring. Upon closer inspection, there was an inscription on the inside that seemed to have a blue shimmer in the right light. I turned it around until the glowing inscription was easy to read.

fortitudine, et virtute
Gram said it was Latin for strength and power. I kissed the ring and clasped the chain around my neck. Jace had worn this the night he died.

I wrapped my hand around it, closed my eyes, and thought back to one of my favorite memories—the first time he told me he loved me. We had just watched the Blackhawks defeat the St. Louis Blues on TV and had begun arguing over who was the better defenseman. He had thrown a pillow at me and it had quickly become physical. We had wrestled and laughed till he finally had pinned me and said, “I love you, you stubborn and very wrong girl.” Then he had leaned in to kiss me.

“Jace.” A woman’s voice shook me from my memory. I looked around but did not hear or see anything. Could I have imagined it? The Blaylock Grove path was empty. The forest seemed quiet; not even a breeze blew. Across the busy road I saw my car; the thought of leaving now that I found the necklace seemed like a good idea. Female giggles came from behind me—behind the chain and down the dirt path. Dammit. The sky lost its light to a dim indigo, and curiosity got the better of me. I jumped the chain and set off down the dirt path.