Have a Look Inside This Book – The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order I

Have a Look Inside This Book – The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order I

Have a Look Inside This Book – The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order I

January 5, 2023

Hello, readers.

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About the Book

Lady Laya MoonWalker is a well respected author and magazine owner and a high priestess in the magickal community. After a drawn-out battle with the forces of dark magik, she has come into her own. She lives and works on Planet Korponious, where she is the owner and creator of an Interplanetary Magazine called “Blended Lives Chronicles.” Her mission is to blend the lines of race, creed, and disability that separate so many and to elevate the recognition of the training and ability of Service Animals of all kinds to a new level. She has just been accepted into the Blended Lives Federation and now hopes to continue her work in a way like nothing known to her before.

Laya has created allot of wreckage along the way through her dark journey into the light, and now she wishes to set this to right. She has just received her best break ever. Frank Prince, the CEO of The Blended Lives Learning Center, has invited her to the Celtic New Year Convention and Witches Ball as a reporter to write a story on the progress of The Blended Lives Planetary Federation. She will be their guest speaker at the opening ceremonies.

When Laya arrives at the Celtic Convention, she finds herself face to face with an old and dear friend, Blended Lives Learning Center Instructor and member of the Order of the Night, Derrick Gibbous. As they begin to connect, causing old sparks to reignite, they are tossed into a nasty battle from which not everyone will escape. People are not as they seem, and not everyone supports the side for which they appear to work.

As their love for one another grows, so does the battle. Despite everything, Laya and Derrick are determined to see their work to unite beings of all kinds succeed.

The Blended Lives Chronicles:




By Patty L. Fletcher

Independently published with assistance provided by

Dawn Blythe

Illustrations by Colleen Myles

Editing by Jo Pinto and Dawn Blythe

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2023 by Patty Fletcher

All Rights Reserved


Dedication Page

The Blended Lives Chronicles: Book One Sides of the Order is dedicated to those who share the mission of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled.

And to the late Phyllis Staton Campbell.

Phyllis read the original draft of this book in 2016. When she was finished she said, “I believe you’ve got something here. It needs work but if you put your imagination to the test, I know you can do it.”

For years, this manuscript languished in a folder. It went from computer to computer with me. Then, in early 2022 I woke at 3 AM with a soft voice whispering in my ear saying, “It’s time. Time for you to be brave, and tell the tale.”

I threw off the covers, bumbled to the coffee pot, brewed a cup and began.

I wish Phyllis were here to read the finished product. She’d be well pleased.

Phyllis, wherever you are, I hope you know I finally finished it.

Phyllis was like a mother to me and I miss her as much today as when she passed.

For those who never had the pleasure and privilege of knowing Phyllis you may visit: https://www.goodreads.com/author/list/17252783.Phyllis_Staton_Campbell

Many of her works can also be found on the National Library Services for the Blind and Print Disabled website at: https://nlsbard.loc.gov



August 2060

The thought of him after all this time, still makes me half-crazy. Though my head was all twisted up for a while, the love and want I felt for him was always real and raw. It still is. I dream about what it would be like to kiss him, to have him kiss me and to feel his strong arms folding round me in a tight embrace. I can’t help it. It’s been a decade since I saw him or heard his voice, but I can still remember what he sounds like. I can still remember his scent. He never smelled like heavy men’s cologne. More like a strong, clean scent of man. That musky male scent that always drove me slightly insane. That smell of gentleness and safety. I’ll never forget the smell of him.

Late at night or during the middle of the day, like now, with the rain drumming on the roof and slapping at the windows, I imagine what having his mouth on mine would feel like. We never did that. Never kissed, even though both of us wanted it. I wanted it then and did right before we parted that day but, in the end, I chickened out.

And I suppose it was for the best.

I imagine how it would’ve been then, and I imagine how it would be now. I dream of such a day as this, with the rain and wind howling around the house, everything quiet and still. Me, sitting here at the computer working.

And suddenly, a knock sounds at the back door. Rising in annoyance at my work being interrupted, I march to the door, my slippers thumping on the floor as I go. My voice leaks out a bit of that annoyance and I ask, “Who is it?” and then, I feel my heart drop, thudding like a tumbling boulder into my stomach as his voice says, “It’s Derrick Gibbous, open in the name of The Blended Lives Federation.”

Flinging the door open, I snarl to cover my nervous thrill of his being there after all this time, “So, Casimian, I reckon they don’t have communicators where you come from?”

With a laugh he takes my face in his hands saying, “Tried to call. Your communicator keeps going to voicemail. Can’t very well call if you don’t ever answer.” Just like that, we’re back into that happy bantering rhythm.

Stepping back, I state, “Well, don’t just stand there, didn’t your momma teach you to come in out of the rain?”

Stepping through the door, shutting it behind him, he turns to me as I ask, “So, what the hell took you so long to get here? I’ve only been wishing for you for a decade. I mean, hell, I know I screwed up but —” Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed me, pulling me into his arms and crushed his mouth onto mine. Completely taking my breath away.

The rain pounded furiously onto the house, the wind howled, and the blood roared hot and pulsing in my ears. For a moment I nearly resisted and then I flung myself into him and we stood holding one another locked into a hot, fervent kiss filled with a heated passion nothing in my wildest imaginings could’ve ever prepared me for.

When we pulled apart he said, “Well, at least now I know how to shut you up.”

Normally, I’d have had a sarcastic retort, but like it or not, he was right. That kiss, that hot, wet, wonderful kiss, had left me completely undone and I could do nothing but stand there with my legs barely strong enough to hold me upright catching my breath and trying, without much success, to calm my thundering heart.

“Derrick, I’ve wanted you for so long. Needed you for so long. Even if you’re only here for an hour, I must have you. All of you. I must know. I must know what you feel like inside me.”
Suddenly a loud crash of thunder shook the house. I sat up with a jerk, popping my neck as I came up from where I’d been laying over on the table where I’d been working. Gods, only a dream. How I wish it were real.

I stood from the chair and started to stretch. I jumped as the communicator rang. “Hello?” I asked, holding the device to my ear awaiting the caller’s reply.

“Good evening, Lady Moonwalker. It’s Frank Prince. How are you today?”

“Hello, Mr. Prince. What can I do for you?” I asked with great trepidation.


The cover is a deep, candy apple red, with the title, The Blended Lives Chronicles: Sides of the Order at the top in white text. At the bottom is the author’s name, Patty L. Fletcher, also typed in white. Above the author’s name and below the title of the book is a white skeleton key, taking up about 3/4 of the cover space.

The spine of the cover features a white crescent moon on the top left corner of a white number one roman numeral. Below that is the title of the book, followed by the author’s name at the bottom of the spine.

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

Follow her for book information and more here: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Patty-L.-Fletcher/author/B00Q9I7RWG?

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