Dominique Gibson

Here is Epsiode Two of An Orman’s Revenge. Note: This is the same as chapter one in the book, An Orman’s Revenge.

Note: Just in case you missed the first episode, Please click on the link below for more information.

An Orman’s Revenge – The Truson S.E.T. Series Episode One: The Sleeping Woman

“No,” She finally said. Her throat moved. “Don’t remember…my…name. Don’t…remember anything.”

“So you don’t remember how you got here?”

“No.”

Amnesia? It was possible. Ford replayed the conversation in his head.

“How did…I…get here?” she asked.

There was no way to soften the blow. Eventually, she was going to learn the truth about who’s she was and how she got here in the first place. Since Dr. Madison failed at making her feel like a guest on the island, he had to make sure she wouldn’t escape.

“You suffered injuries from a car accident a few miles away. It was pretty bad. I don’t know how it happened, but your car ended up in the water. Your body was found washed up on this island.” She lifted her brow.

“Island?”

“Yes,” Ford replied. “We call this the Island of Truson. A lot of people having trouble finding it because it’s so far away from every island and country on Earth.” Silence. Ford thought about what he said and hoped he was doing the right thing. He didn’t want to give too much information so soon. The woman needed to adjust to her surroundings.

And he needed to adjust his alter ego who wouldn’t stop tugging at him to come out and play…

“From every island on Earth?” The woman grimaced.

“Yes,” he said. “Are your arms and legs feeling better?” Ford watched as the woman moved her toes and fingers–a good sign her feet hadn’t been entirely numb.

“Ok, since we’re making progress on your recovery, why don’t we try walking to the nearest fountain for some water?” She had to be dying of thirst. He was quite thirsty himself. He needed to replenish himself after spending twenty-four hours with someone he didn’t know.

Despite her beauty, after what happened to his wife ten years ago, he swore he should never love a woman again. No other woman was ever going to compare to Roxanne Gene Mayfield.

No one.

“Need..water,” she said. The woman slid her right leg off of the bed and hung it there, much to Ford’s dismay. He couldn’t help but stare at her luscious legs and thought about how much he wanted to–what? Kiss them? There was no way possible. Sure, he liked the way they looked, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kiss them.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The woman slid her other leg down on the floor. Ford grabbed her by the waist, ready to support her if she were to fall once she landed. Fortunately, she was able to balance herself without his help.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

The walk started out slow. The woman took careful steps following Ford’s lead.

“Thank you…for helping me.”

Ford managed a smile.

“You’re welcome.” The woman seems nice, Ford thought. As they passed the beautiful paintings and sculptures along the walls and floor of the Truson Headquarters, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at her physique–something he’s never done with the other women he dated after losing Roxanne.

Ford found it distracting. Here he was trying to help the woman based on a favor for the Pharmologist who gave him a second chance in life, and all he could think about was the shape of her breasts and how they reminded him of his past. He had slept with countless women since Roxanne’s death, but the shape of her breasts wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before.

Hers were round and pump and ready to pop out at any minute.

His alter ego tugged at him once again. It wanted to come out and enjoy the company before him. He could feel his powers burning.

No, now now. The last thing Ford needed was to change into his alter ego in front of her. If he were to evolve into an Orca now, the woman would inevitably run in the other direction.

He couldn’t let that happen.

“What’s your..name?” Ford heard her ask. His mind focused on controlling his alter ego again as it got stronger and more aggressive, but luckily, he was able to fight it off.

“My name’s Ford.” Ford studied her as she stared at the floor.

Moisture formed around her eyes before she finally met his gaze.

“I’m so…sorry. I wish I…could tell you…my name but I…I don’t know…what my name is.” She stopped when Ford put his hands up.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t remember. If it helps, I can tell you your name,” Ford said.

She paused before taking her finger and thumb of her right hand and applying it to her index finger of her left. Weird Ford thought. It was only when the woman moved her hands that Ford saw an imprint of a ring and thought back to his conversation with Dr. Madison.

He felt a little betrayed because she hadn’t mentioned anything to him about the woman possibly being married to someone who he could only assume was dangerous to both humans and orcas.

“Hello, can you…hear me?” she asked.

His mind retreated back to her. Dammit, why couldn’t he concentrate?

“I’m sorry, what was the question again?”

She stiffened. “What’s my name?”

“Yes, of course,” he said. “Your name is Mandy Stevenson. It’s what was on your state I.D. when we found your purse in the car.”

“Do you still have it?” she asked. she cocked her head to the side and waited for Ford’s response.

“No. Dr. Madison has all of your belongings in a locked cabinet on the third floor of this building. We’ll probably make a tour around the building later.” Ford pressed the button. “Water?”

“I can get it myself.” Mandy shoved his hand away and bent over. Her hair fell over her face while she savored the liquid flowing down her mouth. The cooling sensation lifted some of the pain edged in her throat. Once she was done, she flipped her hair back and straightened her shoulders.

Ford groaned as the smell of Mango and strawberries invaded his nostrils.

“I think it’s time I sent you back to your room.” He wanted to get as far away from her as possible. He didn’t like the sensations flooding through his body after watching her perform. He felt his abdomen tingle with excitement when she stared at him.

“Why? Is there something wrong?” she asked. Yes, my alter ego won’t shut up, my body feels like it’s about to explode, and I really don’t have time to explain any of this to you.

Ford shrugged. “I know you’re probably tired from today’s events. I think you should go back and lie down for a while.”

Mandy raised a brow. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to get rid of me.” Ford took his fingers and squeezed his forehead.

“I’m not trying to get rid of you. You’ve had a long day. The transformation is a very long and exhausting process—”

“–Transformation? What do you mean by that?” She interrupted.

Damn, Ford wanted to take things slow when it came to this situation, but his alter ego was screaming to get out. He needed Mandy to cooperate and not ask any questions he couldn’t answer at the moment.

“It’s when you transform from one thing to another.”

“I know what the word means, I’m not illiterate. I’m asking what it means when it comes to me?”

She’s a fiesty one. Ford’s insides stirred again. He tried to think of ways he could explain it but felt like he was wasting his time. Why couldn’t he just get the information he wanted and go back to the life he had before? Ford grunted. Considering the conditon, there was no way she was going to provide the answers he desperately needed.

There had to be more to the story than Dr. Madison had led on.

“It means you are no longer one hundred percent human. You died in the accident. You’re an Orman now.”

Orman: a clan/race of half-human, half-orcas with supernatural powers who lives on the Island of Truson.

Want to know more? Well, it’s not over yet. Come back next Saturday, June 13th, 2026 for Episode three of An Orman’s Revenge.

This is part of chapter one in An Orman’s Revenge, the first book in the Truson S.E.T. Series.

Intro: Welcome to the Truson World, a place where superhero hybrids run the Earth to destroy the criminals by protecting humanity at all costs while finding their true soulmates along the way.

Note: The First Episode is under the glossary terms.

Glossary Terms for the Truson S.E.T. Series:

The Animan Three-Hundred: A potion/Serum that mixes dead human and animal DNA to create hybrids. In this case, the Animan Three-Hundred was used to create a clan called Ormans.

Ormans: A race/clan of half-human, half-orcas that live on the island of Truson.

Island of Truson: An island that’s isolated from the rest of the world that was created by Benjamin Truson and Courtney Madison for a safe hiding place for the Ormans and other species to live on after the U.S. government declared it was no longer safe to keep them scattered throughout the world.

Binosil: A liquid medicine used to stop the human-animal transformation whenever it is too dangerous for a human to transfer into their animal form.

Alter ego: The animal side of the hybrid species that rises every twelve hours after the transformation. The only exceptions would be if their life is in danger or being injected with the Animan Three-Hundred in the first twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

Truson Super Elite Team: Half-human, half-animal superhero hybrids who are sworn to protect humans from criminals both on land and in water.

Book of Truson: A manual that contains specific information about how the Truson S.E.T. was born, starting from ancient Egypt until the present day in addition to the laws of Truson to keep the Truson S.E.T.’s powers from spinning out of control.

The Transforments: A group of orcas that was once created by Samuel Holifield as a way to retaliate revenge of the Truson S.E.T. after being kicked out of the group for killing innocent humans and Ormans combined.

First Episode: A Sleeping Woman

Ford Mayfield sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. Staring at the redheaded beauty lying a few inches away, he tapped his foot every so often to keep his feet from falling asleep. He scoffed, unable to believe that Dr. Counrtney Madison, a pharmacologist capable of bringing dead humans back to life as shapeshifters, persuaded him to train the woman who mysteriously washed up along the shores of Truson.

His island.

She knew how he felt about bringing a new woman into his daily activities, especially since it was getting close to the anniversary of his wife’s death.

There were many things he had planned for the day – one of them involved being at the Truson School for Shapeshifters, training a new set of shapeshifters who had already gone through the process of the Animan Three-Hundred and were now ready to become better Ormans. Even though it was summer on the Island of Truson, the school held classes all year round due to the painful transformation of the Animan Three-Hundred.

If he didn’t get back to his students soon, disaster would strike. Ford shook his head. All he needed was for one Orman to escape the island and attack anyone who got in the way.

And the secret society they worked so hard to create would be destroyed…

The woman shifted her weight in the bed. The chains jingled with every movement she made. Poor girl. Ford got up from his chair and inched closer. His mind replayed what happened to him when he arrived on the island while he took a couple more steps, staring at the purple and blue bruises the chains left behind.

Should I release her? He thought. She seems to be in a lot of pain. He cringed. Why did the coporal punishment of an Orman have to be so brutal?

Before he found the answer to his question, the woman jolted up from the bed, and Ford backed away. The chains held her from escaping her bed, causing her to sit in an uptight position. Ford watched the woman stare at the wall before she let out a blood-curling scream.

Taking a couple of breaths, he tried to remember what the woman had gone through before she was chained up like an animal. After being given the scare of his life, Ford somehow managed to push himself off the wall and comfort her as best he could.

“It’s okay. I know it hurts, but it will pass, I promise,” he said. Ford wrapped his arms around her, the chains cutting into his skin like ice. It didn’t help that the woman struggled out of his grasp, desperately seeking a way out of the chains that shackled her. How long is this going to take?

The woman stopped screaming and collapsed on the bed. He panicked. He knew the Animan Three-Hundred was only used on dead humans. If the woman was hollering, it only meant one thing:

The Animan Three-Hundred was working.

Dr. Madison’s words fluttered to his mind. He’s asked her why she decided to investigate Mandy’s dead body after finding her washed up off the shores of Truson, which had only been a couple of hours ago.

“You have to believe me when I say it will be worth it.”

“Worth it how?” Ford had asked.

“Let’s just say she is connected to someone you’ve wanted to see disappear for years.”

Ford massaged his chin. The only person he wanted to see dead was the one person who was responsible for his wife’s death.

“So, you got a lead on who killed my wife?”

Dr. Madison had stopped typing on her computer and spun around.

“Boss, I really can’t give you any details about this right now. I’m still working on the connection, but I will let you know when I receive more information. I just want to be sure everything is accurate okay?”

Ford had wanted to protest but decided to drop the subject.

The woman’s eyes opened and stared at the ceiling. Something stirred inside him. He’d seen plenty of women with green eyes but never as vibrant as what he was staring at right now. They were marvelous, mysterious….

Deadly.

Her eyes changed from sparkling light green to dazzling aquamarine. She only held the appearance for a few moments before it disappeared and the marvelous light green eyes that stirred his emotions came back again. Her eyes turned to Ford.

He straightened himself up and got his emotions in check while greeting the woman with a smile.

“Did you get a good night’s rest?” he asked. It was only after he said it, he realized how much of a mistake he’d made when it came to that question. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so insensitive.”

The woman licked her lips and swallowed.

“Where…am…I? The…lights….too…bright.”

Ford went over to the other side of the room and adjusted the lighting until it became nothing more than the reflection of a brightly lit candle surrounding the place.

“Better?”

She nodded.

Ford grabbed one of the rollaway chains near the desk on the right side of the room. He rolled the chair to the womans’ bed and sat down.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, knowing what the obvious answer was going to be, but he needed some information to report back to Dr. Madison.

“My head…my legs…burning,” she said.

“The chains are cutting off your circulation.” Ford grabbed the lock from one of her legs and held it in his palm. A spark of flame burst through the middle of his hand until he was able to unlock it and set her legs free.

Once that was accomplished, he set the rest of the locks free, and all of the chains collapsed on the floor.

The woman wiggled her toes and then her fingers. She was probably stiff as a board, unaware she had been chained up for the last forty-eight hours.

“Thank…you,” she said. She lifted her head, but it flopped back down on the pillow. “So…thirsty.”

Ford searched for anything the doctor might have left behind for her. Nothing. No cups, no water, no ice cubes, not even something to make her feel comfortable. What was Dr. Madison thinking?

She was transformed once upon a time, she should have known what a dead human went through after a transformation like this. He buried his thoughts. There was no time for anger or resentment. He needed to ask her questions about her family.

“I know you’re thirsty right now, but I need to ask some questions first.” He paused. When the woman didn’t respond to his request, he continued.

“Do you know who you are?” Ford wanted to punch himself. He quickly regained his composure and rephrased the question. “Do you remember your name?”

The woman’s eyes drifted to his face.

Ford felt his palms getting sweaty. Blood rushed through his veins. Something was tugging inside his body.

It couldn’t be…

What could Ford be experiencing? What is Ford’s Connection to Mandy? Who is Dr. Madison?

Find out in the next Episode that will be released this Saturday, June 13th for the next episode.

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Dominique Gibson

How visions of hybrids, superpowers, and rejections ended with me publishing my own books.

I decided that maybe I should put this and an article today because a lot of people don’t know who I am, what I write, or where I came from. So, here I go.

My name is Dominique Gibson. I’m an ESL teacher who spends the day teaching various age groups, leaving me room to only write either in the early morning hours before I go to work or late into the evening before I got to sleep. I try my best to use my time wisely.

Sometimes, it just doesn’t work out.

My first love has always been writing. I remember being an eight-year-old kid who thought it was a wonderful idea to write a story about a bank robber who ends up stealing a bag of money on the street. The story ends with him getting caught towards the end of the story. I will never forget how much I wanted to draw and write at the same time because of the books I read back in the 90’s.I wanted to be the next Ann M. Martin or R.L. Stine.

Then the years passed. I stop loving horror and switched to romance after reading His Secret Child by Beverly Barton. I was hooked ever since. Romance was going to be my new genre I wanted to write in.

But then I got stuck on how to write one.

That’s when my other love for reading romance novels came in with one name: Harlequin. I had made an attempt to write my first category romance back when I was in college going for my Bachelor’s Degree in Fiction Writing from Columbia College Chicago. It was unsuccessful. However, I decided that I wasn’t going to give up my dream of becoming an author. I kept writing and reading up different romance novels until one stuck out to me more than the other genres. That genre?

Paranormal romance.

I loved the books where they had the werewolves in them but I became excited when authors included tigers and bears shifters too.

This marked the beginning of the first book in the Truson S.E.T. Series.

I tried writing a category romance throughout the years. I became excited when Harlequin came out with a new series for their line, Harlequin Nocturne. I tried my best to come up with a story that was suitable for their line only for it to be rejected. I went in a different direction: Young adult. I had read a few young adult novels during this time, including Twilight and Gossip Girls. I thought I should give it a shot so that’s what I did.

I had wrote more of a 90,000-word YA novel called The Electric Eel Bandit. In this book, the main character (Amanda) wakes up to a world where she turns into a hybrid and becomes a part of the Truson S.E.T. Bradford (The male love interest) tries his best to help her to ease into the new world while her life is in danger from an enemy who wants to kill her before she makes it into the team.

After multiple rewrites, I was finally ready to submit it to literary agents and publishers. At first, I was able to handle it when it came to the rejections. Four to five rejections didn’t seem too bad. I still had other options which means I still had hope. But then those single-digit rejections turned into ten to twenty rejections. I felt defeated. No one wanted my story of superhero hybrids battling criminals in the Young Adult market.

That’s when I came up with an idea to turn it from a young adult book into an adult book.

I rewrote the story and did a little research when it came to the paranormal romance genre. I had rewrote it to where I felt like I was ready to submit again to literary agents and publishers. I even got excited because now my book was ready for Halrequin Nocturne.

“Here I go. Here is my big chance.”

So, I sent it.

And…nobody didn’t want it. A part of me felt like I was getting closer to achieving my goal when I got to literary agents accepting my work. One said that they were interested but thinks I should write something else. Write something else? I thought. I don’t want to write something else. My heart belonged to the Truson S.E.T. I didn’t want to write anything else.

I decided that if I wanted to get my books out into the world, I was going to have to do this myself. After being haunted with visions of the scenes in my book, I decided to do a little bit of research to see how I was going to get it done. That’s when I decided to do something that completely took the internet by storm.

Self-publishing on Amazon.

I had researched countless stories on how people were making money self-publishing their books on Amazon KDP. The best part was when it stated that you could write your own novel without the help of anyone else. You could do it all yourself. This sounds like an excellent idea.

It was also during this time I had managed to scrape up enough money to pay for an editor to look over my work for an upcoming contest I wanted to enter in. I didn’t make the deadline when it came to the contest but after working on countless rewrites with my editor, I decided to go ahead and publish my first book in the Truson Super Elite Team Series, An Orman’s Revenge.

It became the happiest day of my life.

Seeing my book in my hands was the most incredible feeling I ever had. No other feeling can compare to having your first book in your hands for the first time. All the hard work that I experienced had finally paid off. But the story didn’t end there.

I wanted to keep going. I published two more books in the Truson S.E.T. series: An Orman’s Fate and An Orman’s Allegiance. I got to hold those books in my hands as well. Now, it’s 2026 and I am still working on bringing more books when it comes to this series.

That’s all for now. My only hope is that you will be able to read them here on my website and enjoy the world I created. Thanks.

Here is one of the rejection letters I received when I sent my book out in 2015. Enjoy.

Dear Dominique:

Thank you so much for allowing our agency to consider your material. Unfortunately, after carefully reviewing your query, we’ve determined that this particular project isn’t the right fit for our agency at this time. As I’m sure you know, the publishing industry changes swiftly now, as readers’ tastes and trends. As as result, our own agents needs shift and change, as well; therefore, we would like to encourage you to consider querying us with future projects as you may deem appropriate.

Again, thank you very much for allowing us this chance to consider your material, and we wish you all the best in your publishing endeavors.

Sincerely,

Assistant Literary Agent

Agent LLC

Hello! My name is Dominique Gibson and I’m here to post my newsletter for the month of May. I just decided to post my Newsletter on my website to see if anyone would be interested in reading more of my work on my website in addition to learning more about me.

In case people were curious, I have been doing a lot of local traveling in South Korea. Lately, I have been getting a lot of messages from people asking me about South Korea based on my job (For people that don’t know, I’m an ESL (English as a Second Language) teacher. They basically want to know how I went from living and working as a Daycare teacher in America to living and working as an ESL teacher in South Korea. I usually give this information freely online so that people will be able to have a headstart on their journey if they decide to move to South Korea.

However, my content has been a little different lately. I have been posting on social media about my two recent adventures I’ve been on since I came to South Korea: Seoul and Busan. I decided to take a three day trip to Seoul and Busan within days of each other and decided to post my journey on social media. Considering the massive videos and photos I took based on these two places alone, I decided it would probably be best if I combined them into one long video and post it on Youtube.

If you want to check out my latest video on Youtube, it’s called My Weekend in Seoul (You can click on the link above and it will send you directly to the video). I will also be including the link in the PDF version of my newsletter as well). I had a wonderful time in Seoul and I hope you will be able to enjoy the experience as well with the video I have created.

Other News

In other news, I have finally finished the first draft of my Work-in-progress based off of my spinoff series that I hope to publish between late this year or early next year on multiple publishing platforms such as Amazon, Ingramspark, Draft2Digital and more. Beyond the resources that are here in the United States, my plan is to also do some research and explore other print-on-demand services to print my books worldwide along with the companies I usually publish with. One example that I found was a print-on-demand company called 24bookprint where you can print your book all over Europe such as France, Germany, Spain, and Italy. For authors who may be interested in this service, I will provide the information below.

Website: 24bookprint.com/en/

My Overall Reading for the Month Of May

My choice for the month of May is more of a nonfiction book than a fiction book right now considering I will be doing some self-editing for Courtney’s Redemption next week.

The Book: Seven Drafts: Self-Edit like a Pro from Blank Page to Book

Author: Allison K. Williams

Summary: This book is a self-help book for authors who may have trouble with the self-editing process of writing your novel or memoir. It is packed with information on what type of draft you would need to have a completed manuscript that either you would self-publish, send to an agent for publication or if you can afford it, seek outside help for an editor. It begs the question of how many drafts does an author need before they can finally say that it’s finished enough for the next stage of the writing process. Although I will admit that I haven’t finished the book yet (it might take me until June in order to do so), I found this book to be quite useful when it comes to the editing process of writing and editing the book from start to finish.

Star Rating: Five stars

That’s it for this edition of my monthly newsletter. Please be sure to check back next month for more exciting writing and reading news.

Dominique Gibson

Hi! Dominique Gibson is back with another post. So, I wanted to give an exciting update on what is going to happen with my current work in progress that I am doing now. As of April 13th, 2026, I have ordered another book from Amazon. This time it is a writing book that I will be reading and taking notes from during the self-editing process of my work. The books I officially had in the past I had to give away because of my move last year from the United States to South Korea.

So, I had to start all over again when it came to my book collection. One of the books I got to start the self-editing process is called Seven Drafts: Self-Edit like a Pro From Blank Page to Book by Allison K. Williams. There is a table of contents where she talks about the different stages of self-editing from “The Vomit Draft,” which I am assuming is the first draft of your novel, to publication of your book after its finished. My hope is that I will start reading it and taking notes on it by the end of May at the least.

Small writing update: I am still in the final phase of my work in progress. My hope is that I will be able to update you on the completion of the first draft very soon.

That’s all for now. See you soon.
Dominique Gibson

Title: Seven Drafts: Self-Edit like a Pro From Blank Page to Book

Author: Allison K. Williams