Friday, April 9, 2010

Kayden McLeod; The Foxworth Coven Series

Dear Reader,
Some of you already may have met the Cornwalls, the Vancouver Coven of vampires. But they are not the only ones in the area. There are others, like the Surrey Coven; the Foxworths.
The series begins with Book One; Death of Innocence, a first person POV “diary” of the two lead characters, Gregory and Canya Foxworth. The Council, the government ruling over the vampires have taken note of these vampires, and how they've grown in so much power, they can compete with those who rule them. Something the establishment fears, and demands to know more about.
A full report is to be given, of exactly what happened a century ago.
In 1904, the Leader of the Surrey Coven, Canya Foxworth was an almost human girl with vampire-blood in her lineage, bringing her gifts she had to hide, as her parents demanded of her. She hated her life, and would go to drastic measures to leave it behind her.
And it would damn near kill her.
Gregory Foxworth recalls his side of the story, how he found a dying woman who'd been tricked, and cast aside like garbage. Despite common practices when it came to a vampire healing a human, he’d done it without thought.
It begins a journey for them, and the Foxworth ruling family will ever forget it.
Death Of Innocence
Paranormal Romance (MF, Vampires, Ghosts, Deities)
Length: Apx 98K
Even unconditional love cannot always banish an eternal nightmare

The Foxworth family has blazed a trail through human and vampire history alike, changing the ways of both races in Canada for all time. The Council has demanded a full report for the long and twisted tale of how the Surrey Coven had come to be the most powerful and feared; an assemblage that anyone would question before coming up against.

The Leader of the Surrey Coven, Canya recalls how her family came to be. A story filled with pain and heartache, until she meets Gregory Foxworth; a debonair CEO to the family shipping company. He takes her away from a life that shocks him, hoping to shelter and love her. But little does he know all he has done, was make her a target for a sadistically warped man. One who will have her and his own personal brand of vengeance. Sometimes, a grudge is forever.


The sky was overcast, grey and temperamental, much like my mood. The ocean was a bluish-grey, reflecting the clouds above, while the waves lapped at the long expanse of glittering sandy beach.
I loved my house in White Rock, a nice city in British Columbia within the Fraser Valley. It was our main residence, but we owned a lot of property all over the territory that we were charged with to tend.
I sat outside on my patio with expensive white paper and a pen, but I wasn’t sure where to begin. When a story went on for decades, where does one start?
I thought of my family to give me strength.
The Foxworth’s had grown and changed so much in the last century. They too were asked to tell their parts of the tale, but they’d decided that it was when I discovered the new world remaining even now in shadows, that this story should begin.
It was almost a century to the day, when we finally ended what plagued my family for so long. Was a hundred years too long to hold on to hope that your loved ones will eventually survive and thrive, even if some have to die to see it happen?
The Council, our governing body, paid me a personal visit yesterday. Though it had been an official visit, I didn’t have a great track record with those. I was respected, but all in my Coven were also feared for their individual reasons, their individual pasts.
Over the years our Coven had been allied with some of the most powerful entities this world knows. We have the forces of nature on our side, the power of dreams and the most feared monsters that make humans run and hide under their beds to avoid.
The Council only ‘requested’ this document, because it was as unbelievable as it sounds. I believed they wanted to watch us fail to give the facts; to prove what we said was real, beyond doubt.
We have proof of all of our accomplishments, but I still suspect they don’t believe some of what my children and friends claim. Even to us, who are vampires and know of all sorts of real magic, our story is very far-fetched. Our experiences rip apart our own beliefs, not just the human view-point, stitching them back together again, to know the real truth of what lays just out of even our sight.
For a race with our real origins, you would think that they’d believe our tale.
I wouldn’t have ever chosen to put this to paper, but when the Council decrees something, you refuse or disobey at your own risk.
Some think we were lucky for what we are now. Others consider it a curse on top of the Curse that all vampires already share. We’re the damned that had at one point been blessed. We were the ultimate oxymoron, the personification, if you will.
Our kind had seen both sides of the balance, and now we were precariously hanging by our fingertips, trying to protect mankind from ourselves. We moved steadily forward, but Rogues kept trying to throw us back into the dark ages.
We would always stand between the evil in us, and the good in everyone else. Though we cannot protect humankind from their own forms of evil, we could do our part to keep the harmony on our end.
That was the Foxworth Coven’s mission statement. We lived with humans, not just among them. We tried not to abuse our power, and assimilate into humanity the best we could. We raise our children with those beliefs, in hopes that one day we’d have real freedom and understanding. It was only one small step in the face of many.
Possibly this record of our family would convince at least a few vampires, that just because we are at the top of the food chain, manned with more power then any being had a right to, didn’t mean they got to abuse it.
Maybe it will show that no matter how bad life appears at the time, hope is always at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes it will just take a little time to get there.
In the end, I knew just how lucky I was. As a child I’d known real love existed, but my parents had never been examples of that. They almost hated each other, and liked me even less. It was a match for necessity and nothing more.
My cousin had once told me years ago, I’d been born to be a servant. Since the time I had been old enough to clean and mind the cattle, it was my life. Being taught to cook simple meals before I was ten, it was expected to serve them nightly.
Under my mother’s watchful eye, I grew up alone and afraid. My father had been a big, burly man who was far too gruff to ever have children. I believe he had me only because it had been expected of him. After me, they’d never tried for a boy. Something that enraged my Father, something I had to suffer for continuously.
But it isn’t my childhood hell that begun my long journey, nor my terrifying family legacy. For generations my family held within their grasp, magical gifts, but we were required to keep them quiet, for our own survival. The differences between those who are gifted and those who did not understand them, were vast in the early twentieth century, anymore than they had in the nineteenth.
As a teenager I’d been starved for love and affection, something that all of my friends had, received and gave so easily. I had searched far and wide for it, a way to leave my past behind me. To finally get out from under my parent’s thumb; or I would surely go mad.
They didn’t want me to go; they made no move to marry me off. I still believe that if the occurring events hadn’t have taken place, they would’ve found a way to keep me tied to them forever.
At almost twenty years of age, I was practically an old maid when meeting Thomas. For months we had met secretly, and I thought nothing of it, since I didn’t want my parents to know until it was too late to stop me.
I went to Thomas willingly, time after time, needing to feel human and liked. So much abuse from my parents made me desperate to jump into something far too quickly, before my normally intelligent mind had time to warn me of the impending dangers in direct relation to the hard-pressed decisions.
I had mistaken lust for love, and that really had been my downfall, and breakthrough for survival.
If I had not met Thomas, I doubted I would’ve met my true love.
Every cloud has a silver lining, even the darkest and most deadly ones.
Deep Water Legends; Paranormal Science Fiction, Moongypsy Press, is an introduction into this series, and Foxworth Coven. You meet Arcadia and Ceanna Foxworth, in the present day as Council Hunters who have grown tired of the leashes put on them by the Council.
Throughout the Foxworth Coven Series, Arcadia and Ceanna grow up from mere children, showing what it took to impose such rigid meddle in the twins, what made them the vampires that make almost every other cower in fear of them.
To Buy Deep Water Legends:
Kayden’s Blog
Kayden’s World Of Paranormal Blog
Thank you Ginger for having me today, it was a blast!


Paige Ryter said...

This sounds great for paranormal lovers! Best wishes with it!!!

Tabitha Shay said...

Hi Kayden,
What fun to write about vampires....Love it...Keep up the good work....Tabs

Kayden McLeod said...

Hey Paige and Tabz!

Thank you! It is a fun project! Loves it to peices :)


Margaret West said...

As a lover of all things paranormal, it was a pleasure to read your excerpt, kayden. Your foreshadowing is brillient.

Kayden McLeod said...

Hi Margaret,

Thank you so much!!:)


Lorrie said...

Such fun to have a series going. Paranormal has never been hotter in todays market.
Lovely post.
Good luck

Kayden McLeod said...

Hey Lorrie!

I am a die-hard series addict writer and reader! I love how they progress, the chance to really get to know the characters :)

Thank you!


Trent Kinsey said...

Can't wait!

MC Halliday said...

Hey, I once lived in White Rock and had a business there for many fun to read about it! Especially with a paranormal flavour.

Kayden McLeod said...

Hey MC!

It's awesome to have someone who lives BC, and has been to/lived in some of these places, hehe :) I place most of my series-books somewhere in fact, the fifth book in this series takes place in Strathcona Provincial Park, on Vancouver Island, but that is a ways off yet, lol.


MC Halliday said...

Guess what? I live on a mountian very near Strathcona Provincial Park. Kismet!

Kayden McLeod said...

That is so wicked!!!!!!! I am sitting here smiling something huge, hehe.

MC Halliday said...

Forbidden Plateau is about 15 minutes from my house...not to mention all the 'off map' back roads and fab places that might suit your tale!

Kristin said...

awesome excerpt! You know I am a fan of paranormal and you set it up so well that I can easily imagine myself there. Thanks for posting today :-)

Kayden McLeod said...


Thank you! I was so excited about this one...tis my baby. Hehe, paranormal rocks! Just can't seem to stop myself :)

Happy Friday wooohooo


Margaret Tanner said...

Hi Kayden,
Vampires,I always think of Count Dracular and he sends chills down my spine. Sounds like a great paranormal read. Best of luck with it.



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