Title: Trapped Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series
Author: Eri Nelson
Genre: FICTION > Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology, Action & Adventure
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices your desire to read more.
Izzy’s world is apparently not what it seems and neither is she. Although this now adult orphan is attempting to grasp at all the flying madness whizzing her way.
From electrically charged meetings of the first sight kind to the levitating heartbeats, Izzy takes it all in stride. However, even a girl of her kind is allowed to totally kick the crap of love’s possible interest. Not to mention grab him by the shirt tail while dashing through the walls ending in another time and back again.
~The force was great and far
too out of control. In so much as
to have Izzy and Aiden landing
shoulder to shoulder and face down in a pile
“What just happen? What did you do?
What did you just do, Isabella?”
“I don’t know! But whatever it was it
just saved both our asses and sense your
whole attitude resides in yours. You would
think you would be happy!”
“Yeah I am happy! Hey the first thing I
thought about this morning was Hey wouldn’t
it be grand to travel through my own bloody
walls only to find myself face down in the dirt.
Oh and let us not forgot whatever the hell that
was that blew all my windows in. Do you
even know how much that is going to cost
me? Cause I sure as don’t,” Aiden was aware
that he was rambling out of pure panic but he
sure was not going to admit it.
“Yeah Mr. Elite Black that’s the first
thing I think about when I am about to be
killed is how much is this going to cost me.
Have I mentioned within the past hour how
much of an ass you are?”
“So you didn’t come to my home to
explain anything, but to flee from something?
Am I right?”
“Ok, you are right I did. However, in
all honesty it was not on purpose. I heard a
voice that told me to run to him that can help.
I was not even thinking about you. For that
matter, I did not even know where you lived. I
just ran and then I ended up in the lobby of
your building where I seen your name in the
listings. Look, up to the last few hours I did
not know who or what I was and currently I
wish I still did not. But if it makes you feel
any better, I am sorry I got you involved.”
Aiden looked at her questioningly but
said. “Well, that does not make me feel any
better, but thanks!”
Izzy arose from the rubble becoming
more aware of her wounds. She still wore her
gym clothes and after this, her Nike’s would
never be the same. It seems she was getting
harder on her shoes in a matter of hours than
the last few years of all her cardio routines.
Glancing around she said, “We have to find
something to tell us where we are.”
Aiden bent over and pulled with him a
metal engraved plate. “Mystery solved. We
are in the midst of what’s left of my
“How can you tell,” questioned Izzy?
“Cause this plate bears my address.”
“Ok, I am pretty sure I did not blow up
the building but to be honest I am not sure.”
Aiden looked at Izzy calmly before he
went on into a frenzy. “You are not sure!
Look around here Glenda the not so good
witch, what was your first clue? The fact,
which we seem to be the only humans in a
fifty-mile radius? Oh, or perhaps it was that
there is nothing but a crumbled building lying
around us! Right now, I can’t believe I was
even fascinated by your ass let alone any
abilities you might have!”
“You egotistical self centered…. I am
pretty sure we went through the building and
if you stop your over reacting mouth for half a
breath, you would remember that we flew
through what I can only say and think was
time. As for my posterior, well it is finer out
of these biker shorts. Not that you will ever
have the opportunity to know.”
“Pretty sure? You think. So let me just
take a look into your glass globe of a head.”
Izzy rolled her eyes and watch Aiden
continue on with his hysterics.
“Hmmm, well from what I can gather
you got up today and said hey I know who I
can test psycho crap on today! Some poor
sucker that you just so happen to bash his
head in. Yeah that will do it!”
“Come on, I didn’t think about the
bashing in part. That came when you opened
“Funny! So you are not just some chick
with freaky power you are an off color
“Take a moment and really look around
here. This destruction did not just happen.
Clearly this rubble has been here for
decades,” Izzy was not so sure about her
statement until just now but under her current
duress, it made sense.
Aiden contemplated this newest
discovery while he rummaged through the
crumbled building’s remains.
“I think you might be right there seems
to be some growth around the edges.”
Izzy climbed to one of the last
remaining corners of the building to view the
“Aiden look, there seems to be more
destruction all around us. Whatever has
happened it seems that it has been a more
dynamic source of energy than I believe
remains within me.”
“That might be the case but it is a little
early to come to that conclusion.”
His words might be accurate however
right now they just seemed to tick Izzy off.
“Why do you have to be such a positive
ass? For crying out loud, lets least try to work
“Isabella, I simply meant that we need
to look around a bit more before we conclude
on any theories.”
Izzy paused before jumping down off
her peak and dared to reply. “Oh, guess I
jumped the gun on that. Sorry.”
“Yeah well let us not get all mushy
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.
As fate belted her for knowing the truth, Izzy now finds out that Aiden has gone missing. Having not ended on a heartwarming note, the electorally-charged-mortal with a warped take on being a goddess plans for a search and rescue.
With plans for Aiden’s rescue almost halted by Arnost and Meg, Izzy takes in an ill paced smell. No lie, her new power is the act of being able to smell it. However, this hasn't stopped the rotten flesh of the dead from leaving their scent in the act of trying to harm Izzy.
In an ever growing list of Izzy’s enemies one will hold the fatherly insight she has desired or will he?
With the Grimoire in hand Izzy stated as if talking to the book as if she would any other, “It’s not safe for you.” In response, the book glowed and vanished from her grasp.
The odor was far more potent than her first stumble upon their type. At this point, she was sure that this would be her second run in with this kind. Since she had not encountered it while searching for their The Cursed visitor, Tempest, she was confident these were a different kind of being. More importantly, she was positive that Arnost as well as her sister were keeping yet another secret from her. If she were able to get through this she would be certain to ask this time what were the ones known as blood mad?
Instead of a shaded moon to guide her way, Izzy had the evening sun setting to light up the horizon. It would be a lighted display compared to her last encounter.
As the crest of a head emerged, Izzy chose to duck behind one of the many discarded vehicles on Arnost’s junkyard’s front. She had expected merely one but from her crouch position, she could now see many shapes approaching. This would perhaps be a blood bath. With whose blood she was not sure of. Izzy only hoped it would not be her’s.
Finally close enough for her vision to take in the whole scene Izzy stumbled falling on her derrière.
“Holy crap, It’s a Thriller video and me without a red jacket!”
Like in true Izzy form, she chuckled at her warped sense of humor. Yeah, laughing when she is scared out of her mind is always her first call to action. The second is to kick some zombie ass.
Their step was slurred and staggered. Although they did not come at a great speed, their decayed bodies moved on with a definite determined ever-demanding need. Halting as many as Izzy could with her new ability to freeze. The new power it seemed could halt to a point in time around her chosen subject. Leaving them immobilized while time cruelly moved by around them. So far, Izzy had learned she could freeze a room of standing still humans. While slow moving, of what she could only assume to call, zombies were a bit harder to master.
This was starting to become a full workout. A half summersault over a rotten corpse with a back twist over another and she was beginning to sweat. Then as if a prayer to her calls Arnost appeared and shouting as, he approached…
“Don’t waste your energy trying to freeze them all. You have to burn them. Its fire or the blood of the one they track to halt them. Hurry now and bring the lighting forth and burn the hell out of them.”
This pain was something in the future she hoped would lessen but as of now it hurt like no other. Calling the electric force forth through her body, it began to break the flesh of her fingers. Just as she could feel the blood pour from her, she aimed her strikes toward the walking dead. Laying a strong, enough charge to set them burning as their hollow forms still tried to move forth.
When once slowing to a halt Izzy turned to view the horrors of the yard. Much of the ground lay littered with scorched spots. What was not blackened by the flames, still burned on with rotten flesh caught in the remaining blazes’ grasp. The scene looking much like Hell had moved above ground.
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I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).
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Eri Nelson born Erica Walcott is a Indie Author and the youngest of three in a family of five. Erica became Eri (airy) from her mother who called her that for as long as she could remember. The short take on her name took on a more solid base with the love of her life and husband, Jeff Nelson.
Together they have been for the past twenty years. Within that time they were able to raise one daughter and endless amount of pets.
Writing is a passion for her and an abundance of never ending joy. Only one thing tops that for Eri... and that is when a reader enjoys the read......
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Eri Nelson is a nontraditional indie author who manages all areas of her fiction, fantasy, paranormal, action, adventure and sometimes-erotic writing. Eri handles all the groundwork of her books, even the editing. Because of this Eri strives to improve her abilities along with trying to explain to readers her far from traditional sentence structures. However, she will openly admit that typos follow her.
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