Pyte/Sentinel

Mother’ Day 2016

Sighing dreamily, Haley tossed the covers aside and climbed out of bed with a smile. It really was such a beautiful day, she decided with a yawn as she made her way towards the bathroom

For weeks she’d been dreaming of this day, dreaming of sleeping in, enjoying her favorite breakfast in bed and spending the rest of the day being pampered while she watched movies all day on Netflix. It was the perfect way to start what promised to be another exhausting week spent teaching rich, hormonal teenagers and dealing with trying to keep up with four very demanding Bradfords of her very own.

Fated….is out now! (Excerpt included)

Oh, my God, don’t look, she chanted over and over in her head as she stood there, holding her hand over the kitchen sink while she waited for the bleeding to stop and her hand to mend.

It was just a matter of time, she reminded herself, thankful that she was an Alpha instead of regular Pack since she was able to harness her strength and healing abilities to fix her hand so that she wouldn’t have to endure the sight of her blood or a trip to the hospital for-

She gagged, biting it back just in time as the thought of a needle and thread being pulled through her skin made her head spin and her stomach flip. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she slowly breathed in and out, pushing the images of needles going through her flesh away and tried to focus on pretty much anything else. She was a pathetic shifter. She knew and accepted this as a fact and right now she really just couldn’t give a damn as she felt the cold water pour over her hand while her skin knitted itself back together.

A Valentine’s Day Sampler-Multiple Chronicles

Valentine’s Day Special Sampler

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

A Hollywood Heart’s Valentine…

“Can I help you, sir?” the sales woman that he’d been praying wouldn’t notice him asked as she walked over to join him.

Ducking his head and berating himself for being a fucking moron, Edward rubbed the back of his neck as he shot a quick glance towards the exit, wondering if he could make it there before-

“Oh my God! Are you Edward Pierce?” the woman squealed.

Great.

Just fucking great.

The Release of the 2015 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection

Good morning, my lovelies :)

I just thought I'd come on here and tell you the good news. The 2015 Collection of the R.L. Mathewson Chronicles has been uploaded and should be available in the next day or two.

In the book it has a never before published Chronicle, which I am going to post here so that you don't feel it necessary to buy the book for one chronicle. It also includes a never before sneak peek of A Christmas from Hell as a special treat.

Training: Part III

“Oh, buck up, little man!” Chris yelled after his little brother. “I’m sure that if you ask nicely they’ll let you play in the kiddie tent!”

Other than a slight stiffening of his little brother’s shoulders, Mark didn’t pause as he stormed off towards the woods where he would most likely sit on a fallen tree and pout for the next few hours.

There was a heavy, long-suffering sigh that he would recognize anywhere. It was the one that most people learned to make after getting to know him.

Two Excerpts for the Price of One…

Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t-

“Let’s see what kind of damage we have here?” Duncan, the man that filled her thoughts more than he probably wanted to, said with a bored sigh as he gently placed her on the bed and gently grasped her arm to move it to the side, but she wasn’t ready to see the extent of the damage yet.

She wasn’t ready to find out if she still had a boob or if it was-

Training Day #2: A Pyte Chronicle

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Chris managed to pull off with an innocent expression that Marc hoped to perfect one day, “Did I hurt you?”

The Sentinel cupping his bloody nose while he lay on the ground, helpless to move after the beating Chris had just given him, simply glared.

“Was I not supposed to hurt him?” Chris asked no one in particular as he looked around, appearing innocent and making Marc bite back a smile. “The rules weren’t really clear about that.”

Training Day #1… A Pyte Chronicle

“This is bullshit,” Chris said, sighing heavily as he sat there, not bothering to open his eyes and uncaring if anyone agreed with him.

Since they all agreed with him, they simply sat there as well, starring out the tinted windows of the luxury van while Christofer drove them towards what was guaranteed to be a week from hell, but they really didn’t have much of a choice, now did they?

A Pyte Halloween Special

“Get up,” Chris said with an exhausted sigh as he dropped down on the couch next to him, practically falling on his lap and forcing him to shift over a few inches to accommodate his brother and save himself from being crushed by the large jerk.

“Why?” Mark absently asked with a bored sigh as he beat level ten, again.

“Because it’s Halloween,” his brother said, reaching over and plucking the controller from his hands and as much as he would love to get it back, which he really didn’t because he was bored out of his mind, his brother was a trained Sentinel and would just kick his butt as he tormented him.

Chris really seemed to get such joy out of tormenting others…