Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Communion Tour & Excerpt!

B. Patterson

Genre: YA/Urban Fantasy

Number of pages: 155
Word Count: Approximately 46,000

Cover Artist: Jason Alexander

Book Trailer:

Book Description:
"Lester Fuller knows isolation well.  It has been his only friend since Jadarius Singleton humiliated him last year.  But one night after Jadarius's taunts go too far, Lester stumbles upon Gwynn's body.  He's sure she's dead.  Until she bites him.

Vampires are extinct.  There are only the dhampir.

Now something more than human, Lester struggles to determine where he fits in this new society.  Just what secrets about the dhampir are his friends keeping from him?  And what will he do when a notorious figure from dhampir history sets her eyes on him?"


From Chapter 1 (The Anti-Bullying Assembly):
“Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Dr. Camellia Rosario.”
Gwynn stopped being the object of my eye for a few moments as a posh Hispanic woman in a pants suit walked from the double doors. Mr. Johnston must have made a mistake when he called her a doctor. She couldn’t possibly be out of her early twenties.
Dr. Rosario reintroduced herself and went through her credentials, but I was lost in her other details like her full lips, and athletic yet curvy body. Her shoulder-length wavy, nearly frizzy hair bounced as she paraded around the gym. Her amber eyes winnowed the crowd. She demonstrated presence like the power executive types, which made me think of my dad and which likely meant her display was just an attempt to smother the evidence of a depreciating life.
“You may not believe this by my success now, but I used to be bullied, too.”
“She’s right. I don’t believe her.”
Gwynn shot me a smile.
Dr. Rosario went on talking and I went on not listening. Until I heard the word “volunteer.”
Her eyes fell right on me. I’m sure my physical features screamed victim: tall with lanky arms, horn-rimmed glasses, and an unkempt afro. But it would cost a lot more than her outfit to get me to open up to my peers.
Dr. Rosario spun around in a circle, still searching.
A hand shot up in the air over where the juniors sat. “I’ll go.”
“Excellent. Come on down.”
The volunteer’s short dreadlocks bobbed as he stepped down the bleachers. The grin plastered to his face was as dark as his complexion. A few students snickered when they saw who it was.
“Thank you,” Dr. Rosario said when he reached her. “Everyone clap your hands for—”
She held out the microphone to him.
“Jadarius Singleton.”
Applause and knowing laughter went off around me. I sat there still, the only motion coming from the corners of my mouth sinking further.
“Jay’s never been bullied,” Gwynn murmured. “Lester, you’re shaking.”
“I’m not,” I snapped.
No, of course Jay hadn’t been bullied. Six foot four with the bulky physique that turned away challengers, Jay was usually on the giving end.
Dr. Rosario passed Jay the microphone.
He suppressed his usual crocodile smile. “Let me reiterate that bullying is no joke. It is cruel and insensitive and—oh, before I continue, shout out to the wrestling team. Good win last Saturday, boys.”
The crowd loosened up with a few more laughs, mixed with shouts and cheers.
A guy a few rows above me cupped his hands around his lips and shouted: “I see you, Jay!”
“I see you, Nicholas,” Jadarius said, pointing to him. “Be careful of that man. He’s a bully on the mat.”
He cleared his throat. “But my favorite—or rather, most tragic—example of bullying comes from last spring. At the end of P.E. class one day, I returned to the locker room to dress into my normal clothes. But my clothes, and a bunch of other freshman’s, had been put into the toilet.”
Jay was full of crap. He’d been a sophomore last year and he wasn’t the victim of the story he told. I raised my hand to get the attention of a teacher. The closest, a group of three, stood together talking. I tried making eye contact with Ms. Lane, the only teacher I trusted, but she was on the other side of the gym.
“Swirling around in those yellow, pissy waters was the new leather jacket I’d got for Christmas. It was the last thing my mom bought me before she left me and my dad.”
I jumped up. As I stepped between students to get to the bottom, Mr. Taiffer caught sight of me and walked over.
“And the worst part was I knew who did it. I stepped to him, expecting the other freshman to join me. Especially since my best friends had the class with me.”
“Stop him,” I said to Mr. Taiffer, my voice somewhere between a shout and a whisper. “He’s lying.”
“What do you mean? I heard about something like that happening last year.”
“Yeah, stupid, it happened to me.”
Jay continued, “He gave me the biggest beat down in the history of Concord Hills High. It was so bad, my friends watched in amazement.”
Mr. Taiffer didn’t take too well to being insulted. And my own anger only grew when I heard the taunting laughter of the crowd rise again.
Dr. Rasario reached for the microphone, but Jay dodged her.
“Oh, one more part, one more part,” he told her. “And this classic tale is brought to you all by the one and only, Lester Fuller.”
Excerpt from Chapter 14 (Lester’s first hunt):
Roman glared at me, and then moved on to our target. I jumped out of the creek and followed him.
The man’s feet slapped against the pavement, half-way across the overpass.
Roman crouched down a few feet below the top of the incline which, at its peak, turned from earth to pavement.
“No time to prep,” Roman said hurriedly. “Grab him once he’s above us.”
“But I—”
“He’s yours,” Roman said low and fast. His tone ended the conversation.
I focused on the man, positioning myself to run and grab. Lacking instruction, I would have to rely on instinct. I listened for any approaching cars. None were in the immediate vicinity. But I could hear one coming from further along on the northbound side, opposite us and the man. Here’s hoping the driver and passengers weren’t watching him.
His foot crossed the overpass and I dashed for him. Not sure what else to grab, I pulled him down the hill by his arm. I got a better hold on his body as we both tumbled down.
Face to face with him, it only took me a moment to recognize him without the glasses. It was my English teacher, Mr. Taiffer!
The shock lasted until we rolled smack into a tree. Panic replaced it. He screamed and pushed off from me, trying to stand.
“Bite him Les!” Roman shouted.
I rose with Mr. Taiffer and yanked him back towards me. He punched. Compared to Gwynn’s, it was like watching it move in slow motion. I caught it with my free hand and then pulled him closer. I held his arms with both hands and our chests smashed together.
“Lester Fuller?” he said incredulously.
I forced my fangs into his skin. I was closer to his shoulder than his neck, but I figured it would work the same. With my ear right beside his mouth, the peal of his screams resounded in my hearing.
The blood leaked from the newly formed holes and its warmth tickled my lips. Mr. Taiffer said some choice words, particularly in regards to my race. I realized I perfectly fit the description on a police blotter: tall male, dark complexion, dressed in dark clothes.
Why was he still conscious?
Roman snatched Mr. Taiffer away. “He’s too fucking loud. Stop being so damn timid and really bite him!”
Roman bound both of Mr. Taiffer’s arms together with one of his and covered his mouth with the other. I heard the low growl rumble in his throat over the muffled cries. Roman bit his neck ravenously, letting out his frustration. Mr. Taiffer attempted one last stifled shout, but the volume faded with his consciousness.
I don’t remember sitting down, but my back was to a tree, preventing me from moving any further. Roman sucked so vigorously that his head twisted against the curve of Mr. Taiffer’s neck. I was afraid to admit to myself I knew either of them.
All of a sudden, Roman’s head lifted up. He glared at me, not completely without malice. Blood smeared his lips and fangs.
Seeing my response to his bestiality, he pushed the body towards me. It would have fell on top of me had Roman not held the shirt by a pinch.
“Get up. Drink. Now.”
I shook my head, unable to find the words.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I almost wished I did have a thirst for blood.
“What are you going to do tomorrow when your powers fade?”
I looked away.
“Les, this is how we get out powers. You don’t become powerful without sacrifice.”
I thought of Jadarius. And I thought of the security I felt whenever he was near, now that I had my dhampir powers to depend on. Every day last week, I knew if he were to try something, I’d be ready for him. Unlike our last fight in the bathroom. If you could call it that. My powers had faded by then and Jay made me his bitch with just one punch.
I thought of last night. I was convinced I wanted to hit Brent but couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I grimaced at both memories. My eyes returned to Mr. Taiffer’s limp, inviting body.
I had to get beyond this passivity.

About the Author:

I’m a 25 year old writer.  I’m a graduate of North Carolina State University where I majored in Psychology and minored in Japanese.  I currently live in Maryland.

I wrote a lot as a kid.  I began a new story (or 3 or 4) every school year, but rarely finished them. I finally finished one when I was 16.  It was about ninjas.  It was really bad.

Communion, my first completed novel worth publishing, will be released October 1st. I have that and many other works coming down the pipeline.  I plan to be writing for many years to come. 

My values as a writer include:
Writing high-quality books


  1. Woooo hooo, ACC in the house! I can count the number of male authors I have read on one hand, but I think I may have to add another finger.