Thursday, April 27, 2006

B.E.A.S.T. Book "Movie" Trailer

Yup, that's right, I have made a TRAILER for my upcoming book, THE B.E.A.S.T. WITHIN! If you'd like to view it with Windows Media Player, click here:

Please tell me what you think in the comment section of my blog! I'd love to here from you. :D



Wednesday, April 26, 2006


On the run, out of luck, and out of time...

What do you do when you're on the run with a man you barely know, who tells you stories about secret agencies and white tigers? What do you do when you hear a report on the radio that you've been kidnapped? And what do you do when this man suddenly steals a car?

You're about to find out.


Lanie's stomach growled as the sun peeked over the horizon, but the thought of food made her groan and cover her mouth. She still sat in the back seat while Noah drove, cuddled deep within the warm blanket. She didn’t think she'd ever stop shivering.

The news on the radio said she'd been kidnapped. Could it be the truth? Ever since her accident, she'd been with Noah, a man who told her stories of a white tiger and a 'secret' agency. They sounded more like fiction than fact. However, she remembered with clarity the tiger she'd swerved to avoid on the roadway.

And yet, Noah had refused to take her to a hospital or even to the main road until someone, or something, was 'chasing' them. For all she knew, the roar in the woods was his tiger friend.

Chancing a glance at him, she didn't know what to believe. Not too long ago, she’d been wrapped within the warmth of his arms, and never before had she felt so . . . safe. But perhaps her imagination was running away from her. Could it be possible that Noah was mental? He'd just stolen a car, for Heaven’s sake!

With another shiver, she glanced out the window, her mind racing. She really knew nothing about him.

"Lanie?" His deep voice penetrated her thoughts. "I'm going to pull over and I want you to get into the passenger seat. We need to check the car and see if there’s anything in here that we can use."

"Like what?" she asked in a small voice as her thoughts raced. Perhaps this was her chance to get away.

"Like money or credit cards, just something."

Lanie nodded and Noah pulled over, finally bringing the car to a stop next to a snow bank. Without another thought, she yanked open the door and leapt out, running before her feet even touched the ground. If she could get away, perhaps she could reach the authorities herself, let them know that she was all right. If Noah was a basket-case, she had to flee him!

"Lanie!" Noah yelled behind her.

With a sob, she stumbled and fell face-down in the snow. In a split second, Noah landed on top of her.

"What are you doing, woman?" he shouted.

He allowed her to roll over, but didn't get off of her. She twisted and bucked, but he would not be moved.

Drawing a ragged breath, Lanie looked into his icy blue eyes and yelled, "I don't know what to believe!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you abduct me, Noah? Did you? You haven't let me out of your sight since you found me. You won't let me leave. I can't help but wonder if the news report was right!"

"Lanie, I did not abduct you, and I'm not telling you lies! This agency is real and we need to stay one step ahead of them. If we don't, then we'll both end up back at their compound as experiments!"

Once again, Lanie's head was spinning. She should have known better than to try to run away before she had fully recovered from her accident.

"How do I know you’re telling the truth?"

He was silent for a long moment before he said, "That roar in the woods, I know what it was, Lanie."

"You do?" she asked in a small voice.

Noah nodded. "It was a black panther. His name is Tam."

Her eyes widened.

"Look, I know this is going to be very hard for you to understand, but I need you to just listen to me for a moment. This agency trains these animals to be hunters--to kill. And I'm not talking about a gazelle here, Lanie, I'm talking about people. They are trained to hunt and kill people."

"A p--panther?" Her face twisted in disbelief. "Are you shitting me?"

Noah shook his head. "I wish I was. But you have to believe me. As difficult as it was for you to believe that I am friends with a white tiger, you need to trust me when I say this is true. The agency has sent this panther after us, to track us. I know him. He's good at what he's trained to do. And we are damn lucky that we escaped him when we did."

"Sweet Jesus," she whispered. "Is your tiger one of these trained creatures too?"

"Yes, but he and I escaped. Neither of us could stand the torture they put us through any more. But the tiger is not a killer."

Lanie looked into his eyes and bit her bottom lip. "Noah, please tell me you're one of the good guys. I need to know."

Sitting up, Noah pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm one of the good guys, Lanie. I promise you that."

She was going insane. That must be what was happening. She'd wanted to flee Noah only a moment before, and now here she was, hugging him in desperation, sinking into his body heat and hoping to God that he never let her go.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Experiment 121 ~ White Tiger / Noah Carpenter

If you're reading this, then you must have been thrown into my old cell. I'm writing this note on the back of the photos I managed to steal from my file and hide in a niche in the wall. My story has to be told. Escape if you can, my friend. The life you're about to lead will be nothing but pure agony.

My name is Noah Carpenter. At least--I think it is. I have no memory of who I am, who I used to be, before I came to this . . . hell. I can't stand much more. I've got to escape. They torture us here, making us kill and desire the taste of blood. It's terrifying . . . and disgusting.

I've made a friend, Rogan Wolfe, who, amazingly, can shift into a wolf. We believe the B.E.A.S.T. agency gave him this name, as it's too coincedental. But if they gave him that name, did they give me mine, too? We both have had dreams that seem as if they are memories. The scientists know about mine, but he's kept silent. He wants to stay at B.E.A.S.T. , to read the classified files on himself and find out who he used to be, as neither of us can remember our "lives before". The scientists must mind-wipe us somehow--brainwashing us to do their bidding. If we refuse, then torture is imminent, and more than once, I've been subject to that.

I can't even talk about it without tears in my eyes.

But I do have two pictures of myself, one as my normal, human state, and one as . . . a white tiger. I still cannot believe all the things these people are capable of. But I shudder every time I see myself as the tiger. It's me--but not me. I can think, understand human speech, and know what's going on when I'm shifted, but my DNA says I'm 100% tiger. How they did that, I'll never know.

This is what I look like normally.

This picture is in my file; one of the only things that isn't classified. This is what I look like as a tiger.

I shiver every time I see this picture. You see, right after this was taken, I was ordered to kill the camera man. I had already been tortured the night before for refusing to obey and I'd be damned if they were going to hurt me again. I don't remember much about what happened next other than the poor man's screams. I woke up many hours later, covered in blood in my cell. My belly was full, but I didn't remember eating.

Once I understood what had happened, I retched there on the floor, and it was a good week before they cleaned it out. Christ, I need to escape. I *have* to. It's not an option any longer. If they kill me, so be it. At least then I'll have peace from who I really am: a monster.

With Rogan's help, I think I can do it. We have a plan. I just hope I can disappear. If B.E.A.S.T. catches me again, they'll torture me within an inch of my life before mind-wiping me once more. That cannot happen. I pray to God that it never does. DO NOT let the same thing happen to you. Death is better than the alternative.

~~Noah Carpenter

Saturday, April 15, 2006

B.E.A.S.T. Log: Experiement 121 Sighting ~ Eyewitness Account

I don't know what the hell it was. But it ran through my back yard and scared the shit out of my dog. Ol' Blue is a big dog. He's just a mutt, but big just the same. But that . . . thing, that creature, was at least twice his size, hell, maybe even three times as big!

All white, with maybe some black on him. It had a long tail, I remember that. It roared at my dog as it tore through my yard, and I thought for sure Ol' Blue was going to be ripped to shreds! I ran to get my shotgun, but by the time I came back out onto my porch, it disappeared, but my faithful mutt was yelping like a school-girl underneath the wooden steps.

I saw the tracks it left, and it must have been some kind of wild cat, maybe a cougar. But Christ, I could have sworn it looked like a white tiger! But what the hell would a white tiger be doing roaming the Colorado wilderness?

After ushering my dog inside, I called the authorities, and within fifteen minutes, there was a knock at my door. A nice Asian man named Tam spoke with me, but Ol' Blue was afraid of him too! Growling and snapping like I'd never seen him do before. Agent Tam was patient, however I could tell he was getting irritated. And if I didn't know better, I could have sworn I saw his eyes flash a golden color. Strange.

I hope the authorities catch the bastard, though. Can't have a wild animal like that on the loose. Who knows what could happen? I know he's still around, because I found Ol' Blue dead in my front yard not more than a few minutes after Agent Tam left. It looked like some creature had ripped his throat out! Jesus, I'm crying as I write this, I loved that old hound. Buried him just a few hours ago.

If I ever see that damned animal on my property again, I'm shootin' to kill. And I won't miss.

~~Steve Burnett, Pidgeon Crossing, Colorado

Thursday, April 13, 2006

B.E.A.S.T. OF BURDEN Brainstormed

Well, I just got back from vacation, and I didn't forsake my writing completely. :) I scribbled about 10 pages of notes for where I want the second book in this series to go. It's entitled B.E.A.S.T. OF BURDEN, about a man who can shift into a timber wolf. The antagonist in this story will be a Kodiak grizzly. Just TOO cool. :D

It's a good thing, too, that I decided to brainstorm this book, as after the first book's June 1st deadline, the second book has a December 1st deadline, so I got to get cracking on it right after I finish THE B.E.A.S.T. WITHIN. Hopefully it will all work according to plan. I even have a bare-bones plot of the third; I know who the hero is, why he's fighting, and who he's going to fall in love with.

The third book, NATURE OF THE B.E.A.S.T., is about a man who can shift into a cougar. The antagonist will be a cheetah. This book will be a "modern day" western set in Texas. (can't leave the western genre for too long, historical or contemporary. LOL!)

Anyhow, thought you guys might like to know about that. Now that I'm back from vacation, I can get to writing the rest of the first book. Yay! The sexual tension between Noah and Lanie is almost to the breaking point, so these two NEED me to return to write their story. Haha!