Crymsyn Hart's Blog, page 28
August 29, 2011
Jerry, Bob, and the Portal: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in My Dining Room
It's kinda hard to believe that I'm making friends with the Jerry, the coffin in my dining room. The more we sit and talk, the more I discover what an interesting guy he really is. Sure, he's made of wood and normally filled with Living Dead Dolls, but sometimes they scatter and something else fills his wooden interior. It just so happens that Jerry was telling me about one incident where he and Bob, the Halloween mechanical butler behind our television set, got involved with. Here is what happen....
Jerry was having an okay day. The Living Dead Dolls were finally getting along and, after eating the deliveryman from the week before, their appetite for human flesh was satisfied. At least for now. They had scattered from their mini coffins. One of them sat on top of him pretending to ride him like a horse. He didn't mind because it was always nice to have company.
"What in the hell is going on?"
Jerry glanced over and saw Bob, the butler, standing in the dining room. His top hat was askew and his skin a darker share of green than it normally was. His black jacket was dusty from neglect, but Jerry had heard the owner complain that Bob wasn't a very good butler anyway because the bookshelves never got dusted.
"Nothing is going on." Jerry said. "The Dolls are just having fun."
"You always have all the fun," Bob grumbled.
Jerry was going to answer him when he felt his wooden walls shaking. There was a cold heat growing in the center of his interior. The LLD on top of him hissed and jumped down to the floor. It backed against the purple dining room wall with the others all brandishing weapons. Jerry felt like he was going to explode. He was getting fuller and fuller. He was trapped and couldn't move.
"What is it? What's happening to me?" he cried to Bob.
Bob stepped forward, drawn closer. "There's a swirling blue light coming from inside of you, Jerry. What is going on now?"
"I don't know. Make it stop. Close my lid. Close my lid."
But Bob remained where he was, an evil grin appearing on his face. Poor Jerry was panicking and couldn't see what was happening in his interior. It just felt like he was being froze and that his insides were being scooped out with a steak knife poking at him one small splinter at a time. The LDDs had dropped their weapons and were now slowly advancing on him. Before Jerry could warn them, a deep male voice bellowed from his insides.
"I am Hermak. All must bow before me or meet their doom!"
Bob shook his head. "Nice trick, Jerry. Now shut your lid and quit clowning around."
"This isn't a joke, Bob. I'd do what it says or else."
"Or else what?"
A large white hand shot through Jerry's middle, grabbed Bob around the waist, and pulled him through the portal that had appeared in Jerry's wooden interior. Jerry still couldn't move and wondered where the portal went and if Bob was going to be okay. The butler might have been an ass sometimes, but he was a friend. Before Jerry could do anything else, he felt another rumbling deep inside him. Filled with fright, he fainted as gracefully as coffins do and leaned against the wall...
So that was all I was able to get out of Jerry this week. His poor hinges were chattering while he told me. Bob is still missing and the Living Dead Dolls are acting peculiar, but that's nothing new.
Jerry wanted me to tell you that he is playing with twitter to see what it is all about. He just hopes that the bird doesn't peck away at him. If you want to follow him please do @jerrythecoffin. Please bear with him since he doesn't have hands it takes him a while.
Stay tuned next week to see if Bob returns and where the portal leads.
Jerry was having an okay day. The Living Dead Dolls were finally getting along and, after eating the deliveryman from the week before, their appetite for human flesh was satisfied. At least for now. They had scattered from their mini coffins. One of them sat on top of him pretending to ride him like a horse. He didn't mind because it was always nice to have company."What in the hell is going on?"
Jerry glanced over and saw Bob, the butler, standing in the dining room. His top hat was askew and his skin a darker share of green than it normally was. His black jacket was dusty from neglect, but Jerry had heard the owner complain that Bob wasn't a very good butler anyway because the bookshelves never got dusted.
"Nothing is going on." Jerry said. "The Dolls are just having fun."
"You always have all the fun," Bob grumbled.
Jerry was going to answer him when he felt his wooden walls shaking. There was a cold heat growing in the center of his interior. The LLD on top of him hissed and jumped down to the floor. It backed against the purple dining room wall with the others all brandishing weapons. Jerry felt like he was going to explode. He was getting fuller and fuller. He was trapped and couldn't move.
"What is it? What's happening to me?" he cried to Bob.Bob stepped forward, drawn closer. "There's a swirling blue light coming from inside of you, Jerry. What is going on now?"
"I don't know. Make it stop. Close my lid. Close my lid."
But Bob remained where he was, an evil grin appearing on his face. Poor Jerry was panicking and couldn't see what was happening in his interior. It just felt like he was being froze and that his insides were being scooped out with a steak knife poking at him one small splinter at a time. The LDDs had dropped their weapons and were now slowly advancing on him. Before Jerry could warn them, a deep male voice bellowed from his insides.
"I am Hermak. All must bow before me or meet their doom!"
Bob shook his head. "Nice trick, Jerry. Now shut your lid and quit clowning around."
"This isn't a joke, Bob. I'd do what it says or else."
"Or else what?"
A large white hand shot through Jerry's middle, grabbed Bob around the waist, and pulled him through the portal that had appeared in Jerry's wooden interior. Jerry still couldn't move and wondered where the portal went and if Bob was going to be okay. The butler might have been an ass sometimes, but he was a friend. Before Jerry could do anything else, he felt another rumbling deep inside him. Filled with fright, he fainted as gracefully as coffins do and leaned against the wall...
So that was all I was able to get out of Jerry this week. His poor hinges were chattering while he told me. Bob is still missing and the Living Dead Dolls are acting peculiar, but that's nothing new.
Jerry wanted me to tell you that he is playing with twitter to see what it is all about. He just hopes that the bird doesn't peck away at him. If you want to follow him please do @jerrythecoffin. Please bear with him since he doesn't have hands it takes him a while.
Stay tuned next week to see if Bob returns and where the portal leads.
August 22, 2011
Jerry and the Delivery Man: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in My Dining Room
Strangely enough, the coffin in my dining room has become something of a character in my mind. I'm not one to give life to many inanimate objects, but hey why not. So here is the continuing saga of the coffin in my dining room. He has become quite comfortable in imparting his stories to me of what happens in the house while I'm not around. So if you're in for an adventure, please read on.
Jerry, the name my coffin has taken to calling himself these days, I think he's heard one too many trailers for the new Fright Night movie myself, stands alone in the dining room longing to have company. Even with the addition of a new Living Dead Doll, he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Evidently the new doll isn't getting along with the other dolls. Jerry assumes it has something to do with her green skin, but the other dolls aren't talking to him either. So this makes him lonely.
One day while the owners of the house were out and he was left staring at the border collie/lab mix trying to tell her to sit, someone knocked on the door. He jumped sending the mini-coffins inside of him flying across the room until they hit the wall. The sudden shrieks of the plastic dolls didn't faze him. Instead, he thumped through the dining room and into the living room. He heard the voice of someone on the other side of the front door, and prayed that person would come in.
The dogs barked around him probably frightening whoever was on the other side of the door. Praying with all his might to be able to open the door, somehow the gods of wood heard his prayer and the door swung open. Jerry backed away from the door and let the delivery man into the house.
The human looked familiar but he wasn't sure where he had seen him before. Maybe the owner of the house had had him inside the dining room before. He was carrying a box holding something, books, Jerry assumed for the owner of the house.
"Hello. Anyone home?" the delivery man called.
The dogs had continued to bark, but Jerry was blocking their way. The human grew paler by the second because he realized that no one was inside the house. Jerry leaned forward and his door swung open.
"Helloo....." Jerry's voice came from inside. He'd been holding his breath for so long he wasn't sure that he would be able to talk any
"I have a package for you."
Jerry tried to talk again, but nothing else came from the bowels of his interior. Angry and saddened by this he tried desperately to communicate again with the delivery man. When he moved, the human jumped and dropped his package.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
Jerry's door opened wider, inviting the delivery man to come into the confines of his hardwood interior. A scream let loose from them man's lips and he fell back against the wall hard. A splotch of red marred the beige paint of the living room walls and the delivery man began to slip down the wall. Jerry was disappointed. He hadn't wanted to scare the poor man to death. He just wanted some company. The dogs sniffed the now dead man and then backed away as the Living Dead Dolls marched into the room being called by the scent of fresh blood.
Those blood thirsty cretins can't have him yet. I have to show the owner of the house that I was good and that she had a package. At least until then, the body will be preserved. Jerry surrounded the delivery man and blocked his body from the dolls.
They stared at him. "Hungry."
"No eating. Not until the owner returns. Help me get him inside of me." Jerry told the dolls.
The dolls cried out, but they didn't argue with him because he provided them shelter and a warm place to sleep where they were all together. Jerry wobbled back into the dining room and resumed his place against the wall. The Living Dead Dolls carried the body and propped him up inside Jerry's wooden walls. They even set the package in his hands again. Jerry felt a deep sense of satisfaction for having a body inside of him because that was what he had been constructed for.
Content for now, he drifted off into a light sleep. Soon the was roused from his slumber by the barking dogs. Wooden floor boards creaked. The owner of the house was home. Knowing she would be proud of him, he yawned open his door to show her the surprise inside. A scream filled the room.
Jerry knew she would come around soon and be pleased he had preserved the delivery man. Besides, it wasn't like she had to get rid of the body. The dolls would do that for her.
Tune in next week to see what hi jinx Jerry gets himself into.
Jerry, the name my coffin has taken to calling himself these days, I think he's heard one too many trailers for the new Fright Night movie myself, stands alone in the dining room longing to have company. Even with the addition of a new Living Dead Doll, he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Evidently the new doll isn't getting along with the other dolls. Jerry assumes it has something to do with her green skin, but the other dolls aren't talking to him either. So this makes him lonely.
One day while the owners of the house were out and he was left staring at the border collie/lab mix trying to tell her to sit, someone knocked on the door. He jumped sending the mini-coffins inside of him flying across the room until they hit the wall. The sudden shrieks of the plastic dolls didn't faze him. Instead, he thumped through the dining room and into the living room. He heard the voice of someone on the other side of the front door, and prayed that person would come in.
The dogs barked around him probably frightening whoever was on the other side of the door. Praying with all his might to be able to open the door, somehow the gods of wood heard his prayer and the door swung open. Jerry backed away from the door and let the delivery man into the house.
The human looked familiar but he wasn't sure where he had seen him before. Maybe the owner of the house had had him inside the dining room before. He was carrying a box holding something, books, Jerry assumed for the owner of the house.
"Hello. Anyone home?" the delivery man called.
The dogs had continued to bark, but Jerry was blocking their way. The human grew paler by the second because he realized that no one was inside the house. Jerry leaned forward and his door swung open.
"Helloo....." Jerry's voice came from inside. He'd been holding his breath for so long he wasn't sure that he would be able to talk any
"I have a package for you."
Jerry tried to talk again, but nothing else came from the bowels of his interior. Angry and saddened by this he tried desperately to communicate again with the delivery man. When he moved, the human jumped and dropped his package.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
Jerry's door opened wider, inviting the delivery man to come into the confines of his hardwood interior. A scream let loose from them man's lips and he fell back against the wall hard. A splotch of red marred the beige paint of the living room walls and the delivery man began to slip down the wall. Jerry was disappointed. He hadn't wanted to scare the poor man to death. He just wanted some company. The dogs sniffed the now dead man and then backed away as the Living Dead Dolls marched into the room being called by the scent of fresh blood.
Those blood thirsty cretins can't have him yet. I have to show the owner of the house that I was good and that she had a package. At least until then, the body will be preserved. Jerry surrounded the delivery man and blocked his body from the dolls.
They stared at him. "Hungry."
"No eating. Not until the owner returns. Help me get him inside of me." Jerry told the dolls.
The dolls cried out, but they didn't argue with him because he provided them shelter and a warm place to sleep where they were all together. Jerry wobbled back into the dining room and resumed his place against the wall. The Living Dead Dolls carried the body and propped him up inside Jerry's wooden walls. They even set the package in his hands again. Jerry felt a deep sense of satisfaction for having a body inside of him because that was what he had been constructed for.
Content for now, he drifted off into a light sleep. Soon the was roused from his slumber by the barking dogs. Wooden floor boards creaked. The owner of the house was home. Knowing she would be proud of him, he yawned open his door to show her the surprise inside. A scream filled the room.
Jerry knew she would come around soon and be pleased he had preserved the delivery man. Besides, it wasn't like she had to get rid of the body. The dolls would do that for her.
Tune in next week to see what hi jinx Jerry gets himself into.
Jerry and the Delivery Man: The Continuing Saga of the Coffin in My Dining Room
Strangely enough, the coffin in my dining room has become something of a character in my mind. I'm not one to give life to many inanimate objects, but hey why not. So here is the continuing saga of the coffin in my dining room. He has become quite comfortable in imparting his stories to me of what happens in the house while I'm not around. So if you're in for an adventure, please read on.
Jerry, the name my coffin has taken to calling himself these days, I think he's heard one too many trailers for the new Fright Night movie myself, stands alone in the dining room longing to have company. Even with the addition of a new Living Dead Doll, he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Evidently the new doll isn't getting along with the other dolls. Jerry assumes it has something to do with her green skin, but the other dolls aren't talking to him either. So this makes him lonely.
One day while the owners of the house were out and he was left staring at the border collie/lab mix trying to tell her to sit, someone knocked on the door. He jumped sending the mini-coffins inside of him flying across the room until they hit the wall. The sudden shrieks of the plastic dolls didn't faze him. Instead, he thumped through the dining room and into the living room. He heard the voice of someone on the other side of the front door, and prayed that person would come in.
The dogs barked around him probably frightening whoever was on the other side of the door. Praying with all his might to be able to open the door, somehow the gods of wood heard his prayer and the door swung open. Jerry backed away from the door and let the delivery man into the house.
The human looked familiar but he wasn't sure where he had seen him before. Maybe the owner of the house had had him inside the dining room before. He was carrying a box holding something, books, Jerry assumed for the owner of the house.
"Hello. Anyone home?" the delivery man called.
The dogs had continued to bark, but Jerry was blocking their way. The human grew paler by the second because he realized that no one was inside the house. Jerry leaned forward and his door swung open.
"Helloo....." Jerry's voice came from inside. He'd been holding his breath for so long he wasn't sure that he would be able to talk any
"I have a package for you."
Jerry tried to talk again, but nothing else came from the bowels of his interior. Angry and saddened by this he tried desperately to communicate again with the delivery man. When he moved, the human jumped and dropped his package.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
Jerry's door opened wider, inviting the delivery man to come into the confines of his hardwood interior. A scream let loose from them man's lips and he fell back against the wall hard. A splotch of red marred the beige paint of the living room walls and the delivery man began to slip down the wall. Jerry was disappointed. He hadn't wanted to scare the poor man to death. He just wanted some company. The dogs sniffed the now dead man and then backed away as the Living Dead Dolls marched into the room being called by the scent of fresh blood.
Those blood thirsty cretins can't have him yet. I have to show the owner of the house that I was good and that she had a package. At least until then, the body will be preserved. Jerry surrounded the delivery man and blocked his body from the dolls.
They stared at him. "Hungry."
"No eating. Not until the owner returns. Help me get him inside of me." Jerry told the dolls.
The dolls cried out, but they didn't argue with him because he provided them shelter and a warm place to sleep where they were all together. Jerry wobbled back into the dining room and resumed his place against the wall. The Living Dead Dolls carried the body and propped him up inside Jerry's wooden walls. They even set the package in his hands again. Jerry felt a deep sense of satisfaction for having a body inside of him because that was what he had been constructed for.
Content for now, he drifted off into a light sleep. Soon the was roused from his slumber by the barking dogs. Wooden floor boards creaked. The owner of the house was home. Knowing she would be proud of him, he yawned open his door to show her the surprise inside. A scream filled the room.
Jerry knew she would come around soon and be pleased he had preserved the delivery man. Besides, it wasn't like she had to get rid of the body. The dolls would do that for her.
Tune in next week to see what hi jinx Jerry gets himself into.
Jerry, the name my coffin has taken to calling himself these days, I think he's heard one too many trailers for the new Fright Night movie myself, stands alone in the dining room longing to have company. Even with the addition of a new Living Dead Doll, he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Evidently the new doll isn't getting along with the other dolls. Jerry assumes it has something to do with her green skin, but the other dolls aren't talking to him either. So this makes him lonely.
One day while the owners of the house were out and he was left staring at the border collie/lab mix trying to tell her to sit, someone knocked on the door. He jumped sending the mini-coffins inside of him flying across the room until they hit the wall. The sudden shrieks of the plastic dolls didn't faze him. Instead, he thumped through the dining room and into the living room. He heard the voice of someone on the other side of the front door, and prayed that person would come in.
The dogs barked around him probably frightening whoever was on the other side of the door. Praying with all his might to be able to open the door, somehow the gods of wood heard his prayer and the door swung open. Jerry backed away from the door and let the delivery man into the house.
The human looked familiar but he wasn't sure where he had seen him before. Maybe the owner of the house had had him inside the dining room before. He was carrying a box holding something, books, Jerry assumed for the owner of the house.
"Hello. Anyone home?" the delivery man called.
The dogs had continued to bark, but Jerry was blocking their way. The human grew paler by the second because he realized that no one was inside the house. Jerry leaned forward and his door swung open.
"Helloo....." Jerry's voice came from inside. He'd been holding his breath for so long he wasn't sure that he would be able to talk any
"I have a package for you."
Jerry tried to talk again, but nothing else came from the bowels of his interior. Angry and saddened by this he tried desperately to communicate again with the delivery man. When he moved, the human jumped and dropped his package.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked.
Jerry's door opened wider, inviting the delivery man to come into the confines of his hardwood interior. A scream let loose from them man's lips and he fell back against the wall hard. A splotch of red marred the beige paint of the living room walls and the delivery man began to slip down the wall. Jerry was disappointed. He hadn't wanted to scare the poor man to death. He just wanted some company. The dogs sniffed the now dead man and then backed away as the Living Dead Dolls marched into the room being called by the scent of fresh blood.
Those blood thirsty cretins can't have him yet. I have to show the owner of the house that I was good and that she had a package. At least until then, the body will be preserved. Jerry surrounded the delivery man and blocked his body from the dolls.
They stared at him. "Hungry."
"No eating. Not until the owner returns. Help me get him inside of me." Jerry told the dolls.
The dolls cried out, but they didn't argue with him because he provided them shelter and a warm place to sleep where they were all together. Jerry wobbled back into the dining room and resumed his place against the wall. The Living Dead Dolls carried the body and propped him up inside Jerry's wooden walls. They even set the package in his hands again. Jerry felt a deep sense of satisfaction for having a body inside of him because that was what he had been constructed for.
Content for now, he drifted off into a light sleep. Soon the was roused from his slumber by the barking dogs. Wooden floor boards creaked. The owner of the house was home. Knowing she would be proud of him, he yawned open his door to show her the surprise inside. A scream filled the room.
Jerry knew she would come around soon and be pleased he had preserved the delivery man. Besides, it wasn't like she had to get rid of the body. The dolls would do that for her.
Tune in next week to see what hi jinx Jerry gets himself into.
August 15, 2011
The beginning life of the coffin in my dining room
It occurred to me that I have a coffin in my dining room. It's been there for a few months now gathering dust and looking pretty while being filled with my Living Dead Dolls. But there are so many uses for it. So I figured I'll share a few of those ideas and see where they lead me. I mean how many people can boast they have an actual coffin in their dining room? It's nothing elaborate, a six foot, black painted pieces of wood that were going to be either thrown out or chopped into firewood if we didn't take it.
The poor coffin would have been lonely if we hadn't taken it into our house and given it a home. I admire it every day. My husband even agreed that it should be a permanent part of the decor. While it lay on the floor for a few weeks waiting to get its finally purpose out of its coffin life, it was filled with old Halloween decorations crying out for their owner to reclaim them. Once that happened, it was left parked in the middle of dining room,longing for the days when someone would pop out of it again and scare little children, doing the purpose for which it was built. Oh where was the warm body who filled its wooden walls? Where were the terrified screams of those who walked by it during the frightful night? The house it now lived in was quiet and filled only with the sound of barking dogs.
The poor coffin longed for its heyday. The new owner finally sat it on its right end and creaked open the door so its intimate interiors was exposed to all the world. Soon the owner stocked it with smaller coffins that plastic dolls laid in. Those dolls whispered within their own darkened death boxes and they wanted to be released from their prisons.
For months, those dolls plotted their revenge. They murmured their plan to the coffin, asking it to keep it quiet. The coffin wasn't going to tell because it yearned for the same thing. Freedom. The coffin watched one night as the dolls slowly pushed the plastic covers from their coffins and jumped from within its wooden walls. The owner was home alone while her husband worked. The dolls' plastic joints groaned in the night while they advanced on the sleeping woman. The dogs didn't awake, but the woman's screams filled the house as the dolls enacted their dastardly plan. One of them wandered back into the dining room with a bloody mouth, carrying the woman's big toe. The Living Dead zombie doll smiled, showing it's bloody teeth. It pulled the nail from the toe and then laid it at the bottom of the coffin as an offering. The coffin opened its door a little wider, satisfied that it was finally being taken care of.
Tune in next week to see what else happens to the coffin in my dining room.
The poor coffin would have been lonely if we hadn't taken it into our house and given it a home. I admire it every day. My husband even agreed that it should be a permanent part of the decor. While it lay on the floor for a few weeks waiting to get its finally purpose out of its coffin life, it was filled with old Halloween decorations crying out for their owner to reclaim them. Once that happened, it was left parked in the middle of dining room,longing for the days when someone would pop out of it again and scare little children, doing the purpose for which it was built. Oh where was the warm body who filled its wooden walls? Where were the terrified screams of those who walked by it during the frightful night? The house it now lived in was quiet and filled only with the sound of barking dogs.
The poor coffin longed for its heyday. The new owner finally sat it on its right end and creaked open the door so its intimate interiors was exposed to all the world. Soon the owner stocked it with smaller coffins that plastic dolls laid in. Those dolls whispered within their own darkened death boxes and they wanted to be released from their prisons.
For months, those dolls plotted their revenge. They murmured their plan to the coffin, asking it to keep it quiet. The coffin wasn't going to tell because it yearned for the same thing. Freedom. The coffin watched one night as the dolls slowly pushed the plastic covers from their coffins and jumped from within its wooden walls. The owner was home alone while her husband worked. The dolls' plastic joints groaned in the night while they advanced on the sleeping woman. The dogs didn't awake, but the woman's screams filled the house as the dolls enacted their dastardly plan. One of them wandered back into the dining room with a bloody mouth, carrying the woman's big toe. The Living Dead zombie doll smiled, showing it's bloody teeth. It pulled the nail from the toe and then laid it at the bottom of the coffin as an offering. The coffin opened its door a little wider, satisfied that it was finally being taken care of.
Tune in next week to see what else happens to the coffin in my dining room.
July 25, 2011
Cons and Coffins
So this weekend I traveled to Louisville, KY to head to FandomFest and hang out with some really cool authors and other authors that I didn't know. It's always great to hit conventions and meet people that you don't know especially for me because, I am shy and it gets me out of my comfort zone. Of course I'm not the best at self promoting. Although it seems the chocolate penises I made for the erotica panels were a big hit. Unfortunately the ones I had left well went limp from the heat so I had to chuck them when I got home.
The only thing that stunk was that the vending area I was in had no AC and very little air flow so it was hot. Very hot. Enough to melt the chocolate penises.
After a seven hour drive home last night, I finally got in about 11:30 last night. Hubby is away visiting family in Mass but we have a house guest who is staying with us who watched the dogs. Of course they were happy to see me. The lizards, well I think they were happy to get fed. Had to fight my way through intermeintent thunder storms in the mountains on the drive home, but safe and sound. Now if i could only park in front of my house. That's another long story.
Overall, glad to be back. Had a fun experience hanging out with other authors and meeting new people. Today I've worked some for the day job and cleaned the house. Now to try and get the dog hair out of the coffin.
The only thing that stunk was that the vending area I was in had no AC and very little air flow so it was hot. Very hot. Enough to melt the chocolate penises.
After a seven hour drive home last night, I finally got in about 11:30 last night. Hubby is away visiting family in Mass but we have a house guest who is staying with us who watched the dogs. Of course they were happy to see me. The lizards, well I think they were happy to get fed. Had to fight my way through intermeintent thunder storms in the mountains on the drive home, but safe and sound. Now if i could only park in front of my house. That's another long story.
Overall, glad to be back. Had a fun experience hanging out with other authors and meeting new people. Today I've worked some for the day job and cleaned the house. Now to try and get the dog hair out of the coffin.
July 20, 2011
Fandom Fest July 22-24
Come one. Come all. FandomFest is the weekend with a lineup of awesome people.
This weekend in Louisville, KY is a great convention with guests such as Linda Blair, John, Carpenter, and Edward Furlong. Included in these are some wonderful authors such as myself, Siobhan Kinkade, Stephen Zimmer, and many other people.
Today I am packing. Monday and Tuesday I spent the day making adult chocolates for the afterhours parties. LOL. Tomorrow I'll start early in the morning and head out for a seven hour drive. Hopefully I' can be swift as the wind, dodge any cops who are laying in wait and fly right past them so they don't pull me over. Books are all packed. Everything I need to go so for now I'm waiting for the laundry to dry and while I'm waiting for that to happen, I'm working on a new book. Well three actually. A new fairy one. A multiple partner one and something I'm not sure of. It does involve Death though. Still in the first chapter of it, but I don't think it will be an erotic one. Something along the lines of horror.
Looking forward to this weekend to hang out with some friends I don't get to see much and meet some new authors. Meeting with people too. Hubby not coming with me though. He's heading back to Mass for some stuff. So I guess I can cut loose. Oh well. We'll see.
Hope to see everyone there. I'll be posting through the con too.
This weekend in Louisville, KY is a great convention with guests such as Linda Blair, John, Carpenter, and Edward Furlong. Included in these are some wonderful authors such as myself, Siobhan Kinkade, Stephen Zimmer, and many other people.
Today I am packing. Monday and Tuesday I spent the day making adult chocolates for the afterhours parties. LOL. Tomorrow I'll start early in the morning and head out for a seven hour drive. Hopefully I' can be swift as the wind, dodge any cops who are laying in wait and fly right past them so they don't pull me over. Books are all packed. Everything I need to go so for now I'm waiting for the laundry to dry and while I'm waiting for that to happen, I'm working on a new book. Well three actually. A new fairy one. A multiple partner one and something I'm not sure of. It does involve Death though. Still in the first chapter of it, but I don't think it will be an erotic one. Something along the lines of horror.
Looking forward to this weekend to hang out with some friends I don't get to see much and meet some new authors. Meeting with people too. Hubby not coming with me though. He's heading back to Mass for some stuff. So I guess I can cut loose. Oh well. We'll see.
Hope to see everyone there. I'll be posting through the con too.
July 4, 2011
Coming Soon: Falling - Soul Reaper Series
Hey everyone, Falling is going to be re-released on Wend with Purple Sword. Check out this sneak peak of what is to come.
BLURB:
Brenna thought being a vampire was difficult, but becoming an angel is even harder. Her desires run hot and cold. Everything she knows is falling down around her while she yearns for her soul mate.
Azrael forces himself to dismiss Brenna's forlorn cries. To go to her would ignite an angelic war. To make matters worse, a dark force is rising from the bowels hell and the devil has his eye on one thing. Ruling over everything and creating a paradise for his demons.
In order to learn her new powers and save the world, Brenna must travel to the outer reaches of the galaxy and confront her inner demons. Will the world be saved? Will Brenna face the darkest evil of all? Or will the whole of humanity be damned for all time?
Excerpt:
I emerged from the shadows and found Zhen feeding on a mortal she'd tied next to her bed. She sucked greedily on his neck, but he was lost in the haze of her mind. The sight held me transfixed for a second. Then I turned away, waiting for her to finish before the sight roused my buried desires.
"You took your time getting here." She wiped her mouth. "I didn't think you'd come. You never did when I needed you."
The contempt in her voice was harsh. She still resented me for abandoning her ages ago.
"Why did you summon me?"
She stepped close and stared into my eyes. I tried to find some of the human girl I'd helped still inside her, but none remained. Centuries had transformed her into the hardened thing she was. Zhen motioned me over to a torn-up couch, where an old quilt was thrown haphazardly over the seat. Anger burned in me. The wound in my hand began to sleep. Even Michael's wound on my cheek throbbed from my body repairing the damage.
"An old quilt? Sharika?"
"No, Azrael." Sharika moved a portion of the blanket back and revealed a wizened and yellowed corpse. Its teeth stood out against thin, drawn lips. The skin was dry and sunk to the bone. The muscle and tissue had slowly begun to decompose. Wisps of hair clung to the head. It reminded me of a thousand-year-old mummy.
"It's a corpse. Is its soul trapped? I don't feel one. What's the fuss?"
Sharika traced her finger over the corpse's face. Her expression betrayed a deep sense of loss. Tears laced her eyes when she met my gaze. "Master." She hadn't called me that in eons. Whoever this corpse was, it meant something important to her.
I wiped a tear from her cheek and wrapped my wing around her for comfort. It helped a little. I checked back on the corpse and caught the faint movement of its eyelids. The mummy was still alive. The more I stared, the more its features came to life in my mind. I ran my hand over the body, settling above its—her—heart. Her aura, the energy field that kept her body going, had dwindled down to nothing. I could barely feel Brenna's soul. It was as if she'd taken herself out of existence.
"How?"
Zhen shook her head. "She's been calling for you. She thought you abandoned her. When you didn't answer, her grief ate away at her soul. Last week, she came to me and asked me about going to ground. She practically shut down here. I found her two days ago in a field. I've never known the effects of hibernation to be this bad. Not even after my thousand-year sleep. My blood didn't rouse her. She needs you, Azrael.
"I know why you keep her away," Zhen continued, "but she's so fragile, still so human. After all she's been through and what she's becoming, you discarded her. After you turned me, at least I had an idea of what I could do. You have to help her."
"Tell your nest to leave. All of them. I can't have them pressing on my consciousness."
She didn't say anything, but I felt her mental command echo through the walls. Zhen would do as I ordered in this case. I was still her Master, even though that part of me had been pushed behind walls long ago.
I peeled the quilt back slowly and examined Brenna more carefully.I damned myself for not answering Brenna, for turning her away. I placed my hand on her chest and closed my eyes, trying to find the void where she'd sent herself. I sensed a faint trace of her, far away in a dark emptiness. Nothing existed there. I wound my power around her and began to pull her back. But each time I grew close to her, she'd pull away again, drifting back to oblivion.
I tried several times and finally gave up.
I knelt next to Brenna and watched her body slowly disintegrating. Never before had I seen a hibernating vampire in this condition. My love was dying and avoiding my reach. I was Death, but somehow she'd accessed her powers and drifted away from me. Zhen was correct. Brenna was more human than I'd ever imagined. On the verge of losing her, I realized what the Source had meant when she'd said my emotions could justify a war. I loved Brenna. It was that simple. I needed her for balance to help remember what I had been.
All vampires were hungry when they woke from hibernation. I bit into my wrist and had to force Brenna's mouth open, since it was locked shut. I held the wound over her lips so blood slid down her throat. For a long time, nothing changed. My incision kept healing over. I reopened the wound six times, always going deeper to get more blood. The loss of fluid didn't bother me. At last, I saw an inkling of her throat swallowing. I heard the creak and crack of bone moving. Mummified hands wrapped around my wrist with a strength I hadn't expected. Razor nails enclosed my flesh and sliced the veins. A paper-thin tongue lapped at the wound. It kept going, and there was no sign of Brenna.
The sucking stopped. Brenna's hand released mine. She had drained me dry. My hunger burned in me, fiercer then I remembered. My teeth slipped out of my gums, and I smelled the human next to Zhen's bed. I wanted to break Brenna's hold and go feed from him, but if I did so, I would snap her flesh. She was almost restored; yet her soul still lingered outside of my grasp. I stared at the human. He would ease my pain, but I bit down and forced the vampire in me back. I was an angel. I didn't need blood, didn't need to kill. I kept repeating that truth, and it seemed to help. My hunger receded to a dull ache. My teeth retracted, and I was all right again. Then Brenna moved.
Hope you liked this look into Falling. The Apocalypse is coming and Azrael and Brenna must come together once and for all to beat back the Devil and hopefully accept the love they have for one another.
BLURB:
Brenna thought being a vampire was difficult, but becoming an angel is even harder. Her desires run hot and cold. Everything she knows is falling down around her while she yearns for her soul mate. Azrael forces himself to dismiss Brenna's forlorn cries. To go to her would ignite an angelic war. To make matters worse, a dark force is rising from the bowels hell and the devil has his eye on one thing. Ruling over everything and creating a paradise for his demons.
In order to learn her new powers and save the world, Brenna must travel to the outer reaches of the galaxy and confront her inner demons. Will the world be saved? Will Brenna face the darkest evil of all? Or will the whole of humanity be damned for all time?
Excerpt:
I emerged from the shadows and found Zhen feeding on a mortal she'd tied next to her bed. She sucked greedily on his neck, but he was lost in the haze of her mind. The sight held me transfixed for a second. Then I turned away, waiting for her to finish before the sight roused my buried desires.
"You took your time getting here." She wiped her mouth. "I didn't think you'd come. You never did when I needed you."
The contempt in her voice was harsh. She still resented me for abandoning her ages ago.
"Why did you summon me?"
She stepped close and stared into my eyes. I tried to find some of the human girl I'd helped still inside her, but none remained. Centuries had transformed her into the hardened thing she was. Zhen motioned me over to a torn-up couch, where an old quilt was thrown haphazardly over the seat. Anger burned in me. The wound in my hand began to sleep. Even Michael's wound on my cheek throbbed from my body repairing the damage.
"An old quilt? Sharika?"
"No, Azrael." Sharika moved a portion of the blanket back and revealed a wizened and yellowed corpse. Its teeth stood out against thin, drawn lips. The skin was dry and sunk to the bone. The muscle and tissue had slowly begun to decompose. Wisps of hair clung to the head. It reminded me of a thousand-year-old mummy.
"It's a corpse. Is its soul trapped? I don't feel one. What's the fuss?"
Sharika traced her finger over the corpse's face. Her expression betrayed a deep sense of loss. Tears laced her eyes when she met my gaze. "Master." She hadn't called me that in eons. Whoever this corpse was, it meant something important to her.
I wiped a tear from her cheek and wrapped my wing around her for comfort. It helped a little. I checked back on the corpse and caught the faint movement of its eyelids. The mummy was still alive. The more I stared, the more its features came to life in my mind. I ran my hand over the body, settling above its—her—heart. Her aura, the energy field that kept her body going, had dwindled down to nothing. I could barely feel Brenna's soul. It was as if she'd taken herself out of existence.
"How?"
Zhen shook her head. "She's been calling for you. She thought you abandoned her. When you didn't answer, her grief ate away at her soul. Last week, she came to me and asked me about going to ground. She practically shut down here. I found her two days ago in a field. I've never known the effects of hibernation to be this bad. Not even after my thousand-year sleep. My blood didn't rouse her. She needs you, Azrael.
"I know why you keep her away," Zhen continued, "but she's so fragile, still so human. After all she's been through and what she's becoming, you discarded her. After you turned me, at least I had an idea of what I could do. You have to help her."
"Tell your nest to leave. All of them. I can't have them pressing on my consciousness."
She didn't say anything, but I felt her mental command echo through the walls. Zhen would do as I ordered in this case. I was still her Master, even though that part of me had been pushed behind walls long ago.
I peeled the quilt back slowly and examined Brenna more carefully.I damned myself for not answering Brenna, for turning her away. I placed my hand on her chest and closed my eyes, trying to find the void where she'd sent herself. I sensed a faint trace of her, far away in a dark emptiness. Nothing existed there. I wound my power around her and began to pull her back. But each time I grew close to her, she'd pull away again, drifting back to oblivion.
I tried several times and finally gave up.
I knelt next to Brenna and watched her body slowly disintegrating. Never before had I seen a hibernating vampire in this condition. My love was dying and avoiding my reach. I was Death, but somehow she'd accessed her powers and drifted away from me. Zhen was correct. Brenna was more human than I'd ever imagined. On the verge of losing her, I realized what the Source had meant when she'd said my emotions could justify a war. I loved Brenna. It was that simple. I needed her for balance to help remember what I had been.
All vampires were hungry when they woke from hibernation. I bit into my wrist and had to force Brenna's mouth open, since it was locked shut. I held the wound over her lips so blood slid down her throat. For a long time, nothing changed. My incision kept healing over. I reopened the wound six times, always going deeper to get more blood. The loss of fluid didn't bother me. At last, I saw an inkling of her throat swallowing. I heard the creak and crack of bone moving. Mummified hands wrapped around my wrist with a strength I hadn't expected. Razor nails enclosed my flesh and sliced the veins. A paper-thin tongue lapped at the wound. It kept going, and there was no sign of Brenna.
The sucking stopped. Brenna's hand released mine. She had drained me dry. My hunger burned in me, fiercer then I remembered. My teeth slipped out of my gums, and I smelled the human next to Zhen's bed. I wanted to break Brenna's hold and go feed from him, but if I did so, I would snap her flesh. She was almost restored; yet her soul still lingered outside of my grasp. I stared at the human. He would ease my pain, but I bit down and forced the vampire in me back. I was an angel. I didn't need blood, didn't need to kill. I kept repeating that truth, and it seemed to help. My hunger receded to a dull ache. My teeth retracted, and I was all right again. Then Brenna moved.
Hope you liked this look into Falling. The Apocalypse is coming and Azrael and Brenna must come together once and for all to beat back the Devil and hopefully accept the love they have for one another.
June 19, 2011
Sneak Peek of House of Moon Dark - Dark Fantasy
Hey Everyone,
I wanted to share a sneak peek of House of Moon Dark which is coming out on Wednesday from Purple Sword. It is a Dark Fantasy Romance.
Blurb:
Jan has spent her life among books until one night everything changes. She's dragged into the realm of fairy only to discover there are assassins after her because she is the next heir to the throne. She comes to trust her guide in the fey world, Corin.
As Jan learns more about her heritage, her affection for Corin grows. Sent on a quest to prove she is the rightful heir, Jan faces her worst enemies. Kidnapped and dragged to the enemy's castle, Jan must figure out a way to escape.
With enemies looming, Jan must look at options at hand. Her heart yearns for one man, but is it for the good of the kingdom? Who will she choose?
Excerpt:
When she walked to the bathroom, the door was open slightly. Steam filled the small space, but what she saw made her blush. Before her was the best toned ass she had ever seen on a guy. Corded muscles ran the length of his legs and his back rippled when he moved. She bit her lip at the naked man in her bathroom. Seeing him confirmed everything was real and her problems weren't going away.
She licked her lips and felt her cheeks sear from the thoughts of throwing him down on the bed and having him between her legs. He's sweet looking, but he's not even my species. I'm not a fairy. There's no way I can be. I certainly don't have any wings unless they've magically grown out of my ass overnight. Tendrils of wet hair clung to his back. The points of his ears were visible and elicited a tingling sensation between her legs. The longer she stared at him the more she wanted to feel him inside of her. Jan couldn't explain the attraction she had toward him, but it was certainly something there. Watching him, her mind immediately thrust them to her bedroom. He placed kisses all along her body. She could feel the softness of his lips. His fingers trailed over her body, cupping her breasts. He squeezed her nipples until she cried out. She stroked his cock until Corin was hard. He parted her thighs and then slowly delved into her pussy. Jan clenched the doorway feeling him pushing inside of her. She drew in a labored breath to try and keep from fainting to the floor because her knees were weak. But the harder she gripped the quicker he pushed inside of her. The muscles clenched in her stomach.
Corin bent lower and whispered in her ear. "Princess, I want you."
His hot breath blasted against her ear and the pleasure it culled in her nearly made her weep. It encompassed her soul. Before she could answer, he thrust into her one last time and came. The ecstasy washed over her and she was released from her vision.
When she blinked again, Jan realized she was still in the doorway. Corin had turned around and was now facing her completely naked. He didn't seem ashamed. Her eyes moved down his well formed chest. His nipples were pale pink and pert from the cool air. The desire to wrap her tongue around those pert buds overwhelmed her. She took a step forward. Jan placed her hand on his chest and felt those strong muscles. Not being able to help herself, she stood up on tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. He responded this time and kissed her with a hunger that echoed inside of her. She slid one hand around his neck and conformed her body to his. With the other hand, she cupped his growing erection.
Corin broke the kiss. "We shouldn't do this."
Jan kissed a line down his neck. "Why not?"
She came to his check and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Her teeth grazed over it. Her savior moaned. His cock hardened with her touch. Corin slipped his hand under her bathrobe and cupped her breast. He squeezed it until she cried out.
"Because it isn't something you should be doing. I am but your lowly servant." He pulled his hand away. "Forgive me if I have gotten carried away. Do you mind turning around, Princess? Unless you are interested in examining my manhood some more. I can assure you that none have found me lacking in the pleasure department. I appreciate your show of affection, but I am not worthy of it." Corin's eyes grew darker than they were last night. Jan pulled herself away from him reluctantly. Being away from him seemed to create a chasm between her and him. She couldn't explain it, but embarrassment washed over her. Her cheeks burned. "Ahh…sorry. I forgot for a moment that all of this was real. I'm not really awake yet." "I can assure you this is all very real. Your imagination has not taken you to another reality and you are fully awake. And I have no problem being naked before you. I am used to being eye candy, among other things, for the royal maidens. If the events of the previous day were not so important, I would let you finish having your way with me." Hope you all like it.
I wanted to share a sneak peek of House of Moon Dark which is coming out on Wednesday from Purple Sword. It is a Dark Fantasy Romance.
Blurb:
Jan has spent her life among books until one night everything changes. She's dragged into the realm of fairy only to discover there are assassins after her because she is the next heir to the throne. She comes to trust her guide in the fey world, Corin.
As Jan learns more about her heritage, her affection for Corin grows. Sent on a quest to prove she is the rightful heir, Jan faces her worst enemies. Kidnapped and dragged to the enemy's castle, Jan must figure out a way to escape.
With enemies looming, Jan must look at options at hand. Her heart yearns for one man, but is it for the good of the kingdom? Who will she choose?
Excerpt:
When she walked to the bathroom, the door was open slightly. Steam filled the small space, but what she saw made her blush. Before her was the best toned ass she had ever seen on a guy. Corded muscles ran the length of his legs and his back rippled when he moved. She bit her lip at the naked man in her bathroom. Seeing him confirmed everything was real and her problems weren't going away.
She licked her lips and felt her cheeks sear from the thoughts of throwing him down on the bed and having him between her legs. He's sweet looking, but he's not even my species. I'm not a fairy. There's no way I can be. I certainly don't have any wings unless they've magically grown out of my ass overnight. Tendrils of wet hair clung to his back. The points of his ears were visible and elicited a tingling sensation between her legs. The longer she stared at him the more she wanted to feel him inside of her. Jan couldn't explain the attraction she had toward him, but it was certainly something there. Watching him, her mind immediately thrust them to her bedroom. He placed kisses all along her body. She could feel the softness of his lips. His fingers trailed over her body, cupping her breasts. He squeezed her nipples until she cried out. She stroked his cock until Corin was hard. He parted her thighs and then slowly delved into her pussy. Jan clenched the doorway feeling him pushing inside of her. She drew in a labored breath to try and keep from fainting to the floor because her knees were weak. But the harder she gripped the quicker he pushed inside of her. The muscles clenched in her stomach.
Corin bent lower and whispered in her ear. "Princess, I want you."
His hot breath blasted against her ear and the pleasure it culled in her nearly made her weep. It encompassed her soul. Before she could answer, he thrust into her one last time and came. The ecstasy washed over her and she was released from her vision.
When she blinked again, Jan realized she was still in the doorway. Corin had turned around and was now facing her completely naked. He didn't seem ashamed. Her eyes moved down his well formed chest. His nipples were pale pink and pert from the cool air. The desire to wrap her tongue around those pert buds overwhelmed her. She took a step forward. Jan placed her hand on his chest and felt those strong muscles. Not being able to help herself, she stood up on tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. He responded this time and kissed her with a hunger that echoed inside of her. She slid one hand around his neck and conformed her body to his. With the other hand, she cupped his growing erection.
Corin broke the kiss. "We shouldn't do this."
Jan kissed a line down his neck. "Why not?"
She came to his check and flicked her tongue over his nipple. Her teeth grazed over it. Her savior moaned. His cock hardened with her touch. Corin slipped his hand under her bathrobe and cupped her breast. He squeezed it until she cried out.
"Because it isn't something you should be doing. I am but your lowly servant." He pulled his hand away. "Forgive me if I have gotten carried away. Do you mind turning around, Princess? Unless you are interested in examining my manhood some more. I can assure you that none have found me lacking in the pleasure department. I appreciate your show of affection, but I am not worthy of it." Corin's eyes grew darker than they were last night. Jan pulled herself away from him reluctantly. Being away from him seemed to create a chasm between her and him. She couldn't explain it, but embarrassment washed over her. Her cheeks burned. "Ahh…sorry. I forgot for a moment that all of this was real. I'm not really awake yet." "I can assure you this is all very real. Your imagination has not taken you to another reality and you are fully awake. And I have no problem being naked before you. I am used to being eye candy, among other things, for the royal maidens. If the events of the previous day were not so important, I would let you finish having your way with me." Hope you all like it.
May 5, 2011
Sneek Peak; My Guardian Cowboy M/M
Hey guys,
My Guardian Cowboy comes out with Sugar and Spice Press on May 7th. Here is a sneak peak.
BLURB:
Ethan thought his world was perfect until it was shattered. Nursing a broken heart, he meets a mysterious cowboy in a bar. Gabe's sexy lips and broad chest draw Ethan in immediately, but before Ethan can explore his cowboy's body, he disappears into the night.
Ethan searches for his cowboy under every cowboy hat he sees. Then, by some miracle, Gabe appears back into his life. Drawn to him like no other, Ethan will do anything to hold onto Gabe lest he vanishes again.
EXCERPT:
Ethan took another sip of his coffee. "Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks for the coffee and lifting my spirits. By the way, I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I didn't tell you my name."
"I'd like to know it."
The other man leaned back in his chair and stared at Ethan. He took a lemon and squeezed it into his tea. "I'll leave that till later. Tell me, do you think that today's events were meant to transpire? From you walking in on your boyfriend with another man, to you ending up at the bar, to us talking together?"
Ethan shrugged. "I don't know. Do you? After everything that's happened to me today, I'm not sure what is fated or what isn't."
"I believe that things are meant to happen. We make sacrifices. So what's it going to be? Care to accompany me back to my room? The hotel isn't far from here." The cowboy settled his hat back on his head and looked Ethan in the eye. He ran his finger along Ethan's thumb and back of his hand. The gentle touch aroused Ethan. A chill wound through him that touched his spine and caused the hairs on the back of his head to stand up.
Ethan wasn't sure what to make of the offer. Sure he'd been propositioned before, but circumstances were different. They had only just met. His heart was torn into thin strips and strung along barbed wire for all to see. The attraction Ethan felt for the man was undeniable. Just thinking about the prospect of fucking this man hardened his cock. But he couldn't react to the physical impulses scorching his body. He needed time to cool off and get his head on straight once again. The cowboy had been right about one thing. He was his saving grace. He had deterred Ethan from swallowing that beer and he was grateful for that. His timing had been perfect. That enticing smile and kind words had kept him occupied. The cup of coffee, sweet and watery, had sobered him up and he could think straight now. The hurt he'd felt on the discovery in his apartment would never leave him, but he had to be rational. The next step was to go back to the apartment, confront his boyfriend, gather his things, and then move out. His temper frothed underneath the surface, yearning to erupt in a flurry of shouting and flying fists. It would be so easy to resurrect that side of himself. If he dug up the past, then all of his bad habits might return. They were so close now, scratching at the door to be welcomed back. Ethan shook his head. If his anger consumed him, he really would end up back at the bar and drinking himself to oblivion.
The lure of the cowboy's eyes held him to his seat. His entire being urged him to say yes. He could see them entwined together on a bed, naked and sweating. His cock buried up to his balls in the cowboy's ass, hearing him panting and begging for more. Ethan's dick shifted from the fanciful daydream. He gripped his length and readjusted. He shifted in his chair and fiddled with the spoon next to the coffee cup. Another image bombarded his psyche of the cowboy sucking his cock, slowly drawing him into his mouth and twining his tongue around the shaft. It would be a sweet release as he plunged his rod into that succulent mouth. He would thrust into him faster. The cowboy would take him all in and cup his balls, squeezing them ever so much that it was painful. But the passion that it would enflame between them was more than he would be able to bear.
Ethan clenched his fists and pulled his hand away from the man across the table. It took all his willpower to do it. When the contact between them was broken, his mind cleared, although the effect it had on his body remained. He was overheated and needed to jack off to obtain some relief.
He cleared his throat to remain in control because his cock felt like it would explode. No man had ever made him react that way. Ethan took another sip of his coffee and then glanced at the cowboy, studying the hem of his collar. If he looked directly in the eye again, he would lose it. Everything in him tugged at him to look at those green eyes again
My Guardian Cowboy comes out with Sugar and Spice Press on May 7th. Here is a sneak peak.
BLURB:Ethan thought his world was perfect until it was shattered. Nursing a broken heart, he meets a mysterious cowboy in a bar. Gabe's sexy lips and broad chest draw Ethan in immediately, but before Ethan can explore his cowboy's body, he disappears into the night.
Ethan searches for his cowboy under every cowboy hat he sees. Then, by some miracle, Gabe appears back into his life. Drawn to him like no other, Ethan will do anything to hold onto Gabe lest he vanishes again.
EXCERPT:
Ethan took another sip of his coffee. "Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks for the coffee and lifting my spirits. By the way, I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I didn't tell you my name."
"I'd like to know it."
The other man leaned back in his chair and stared at Ethan. He took a lemon and squeezed it into his tea. "I'll leave that till later. Tell me, do you think that today's events were meant to transpire? From you walking in on your boyfriend with another man, to you ending up at the bar, to us talking together?"
Ethan shrugged. "I don't know. Do you? After everything that's happened to me today, I'm not sure what is fated or what isn't."
"I believe that things are meant to happen. We make sacrifices. So what's it going to be? Care to accompany me back to my room? The hotel isn't far from here." The cowboy settled his hat back on his head and looked Ethan in the eye. He ran his finger along Ethan's thumb and back of his hand. The gentle touch aroused Ethan. A chill wound through him that touched his spine and caused the hairs on the back of his head to stand up.
Ethan wasn't sure what to make of the offer. Sure he'd been propositioned before, but circumstances were different. They had only just met. His heart was torn into thin strips and strung along barbed wire for all to see. The attraction Ethan felt for the man was undeniable. Just thinking about the prospect of fucking this man hardened his cock. But he couldn't react to the physical impulses scorching his body. He needed time to cool off and get his head on straight once again. The cowboy had been right about one thing. He was his saving grace. He had deterred Ethan from swallowing that beer and he was grateful for that. His timing had been perfect. That enticing smile and kind words had kept him occupied. The cup of coffee, sweet and watery, had sobered him up and he could think straight now. The hurt he'd felt on the discovery in his apartment would never leave him, but he had to be rational. The next step was to go back to the apartment, confront his boyfriend, gather his things, and then move out. His temper frothed underneath the surface, yearning to erupt in a flurry of shouting and flying fists. It would be so easy to resurrect that side of himself. If he dug up the past, then all of his bad habits might return. They were so close now, scratching at the door to be welcomed back. Ethan shook his head. If his anger consumed him, he really would end up back at the bar and drinking himself to oblivion.
The lure of the cowboy's eyes held him to his seat. His entire being urged him to say yes. He could see them entwined together on a bed, naked and sweating. His cock buried up to his balls in the cowboy's ass, hearing him panting and begging for more. Ethan's dick shifted from the fanciful daydream. He gripped his length and readjusted. He shifted in his chair and fiddled with the spoon next to the coffee cup. Another image bombarded his psyche of the cowboy sucking his cock, slowly drawing him into his mouth and twining his tongue around the shaft. It would be a sweet release as he plunged his rod into that succulent mouth. He would thrust into him faster. The cowboy would take him all in and cup his balls, squeezing them ever so much that it was painful. But the passion that it would enflame between them was more than he would be able to bear.
Ethan clenched his fists and pulled his hand away from the man across the table. It took all his willpower to do it. When the contact between them was broken, his mind cleared, although the effect it had on his body remained. He was overheated and needed to jack off to obtain some relief.
He cleared his throat to remain in control because his cock felt like it would explode. No man had ever made him react that way. Ethan took another sip of his coffee and then glanced at the cowboy, studying the hem of his collar. If he looked directly in the eye again, he would lose it. Everything in him tugged at him to look at those green eyes again
April 30, 2011
Character Interview with Azrael, the Angel of Death. Enter to win a prize.
Crymsyn: Today we have with us Azrael, the Soul Reaper, direct from the distant and cold regions of the cosmos. Hello, Azrael, can you tell us how things are with you today?
Azrael: Hello, Crymsyn. It's nice to been here with you today. Events in the universe are going well these days. Although, it is never easy taking the souls of those who have departed.
Crymsyn: Now tell me exactly what is it that you do? Not many people know you as well as I do.
Azrael: I am the Angel of Death. I ferry the souls of the dead to the Heaven or Hell. Or leave them on Earth. It all depends on what their fate is. I don't take many of them personally, I have more of my lesser angels do that, but there are certain times when I step in.
Crymsyn: So when exactly do you step in? What makes a soul special that you have to intervene?
Azrael: I step in when the soul has a mark on them. A certain weight that makes them be in balance. It is up to me to bring the soul where they belong. I look into their hearts and see the soul. I have the ability to take and to give life.
Crymsyn: Wow that is some responsibility you have on your shoulders. So can you tell me if there's anyone special in your life? Or are you going to make all of your loyal fans hanging? Are you an eligible bachelor?
Azrael smiles and shows a little bit of his pearly white teeth. His canines were a little longer than normal. "I find it hard to believe that I have fans. But yes, I have someone special and very close to my heart. Her name is Brenna. She's a kindred spirit. When I first saw her, I never thought I would find my soul mate in her, but after many trials I saw the error of my ways and begged her forgiveness. Now when I look into her eyes, my soul melts. She was the one who made me realize I had a soul. "
Crymsyn: It sounds like Brenna is a great woman that set you straight. So tell me, what are your plans now that you've stared down the apocalypse and sent the devil back to hell? Putting things right with the world?
Azrael: Now that the end of the world has been averted…Wait how do you know about that? No one is supposed to remember that?
Crymsyn smiles. "Well, there are some things that I know that most people don't. Like you're really a vampire. So is Brenna. I know the races of shape shifters that run throughout. And the Storm Riders that control the storms.
Azrael: You know a lot about a lot of things.
Crymsyn: I do. I promise. I'll keep all of them secret. Well it was nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule to join me today. Thank you for coming. I know where to find you if I need anything.
Azrael grins showing his elongated incisors. He bowed. It was nice speaking with you too. I'll keep my eye on you.
Crymsyn: I wouldn't expect anything more.
Question: What is Azrael's soul mate's name?Email answers to Robyn @ [email protected]
Azrael: Hello, Crymsyn. It's nice to been here with you today. Events in the universe are going well these days. Although, it is never easy taking the souls of those who have departed.
Crymsyn: Now tell me exactly what is it that you do? Not many people know you as well as I do.
Azrael: I am the Angel of Death. I ferry the souls of the dead to the Heaven or Hell. Or leave them on Earth. It all depends on what their fate is. I don't take many of them personally, I have more of my lesser angels do that, but there are certain times when I step in.
Crymsyn: So when exactly do you step in? What makes a soul special that you have to intervene?
Azrael: I step in when the soul has a mark on them. A certain weight that makes them be in balance. It is up to me to bring the soul where they belong. I look into their hearts and see the soul. I have the ability to take and to give life.
Crymsyn: Wow that is some responsibility you have on your shoulders. So can you tell me if there's anyone special in your life? Or are you going to make all of your loyal fans hanging? Are you an eligible bachelor?
Azrael smiles and shows a little bit of his pearly white teeth. His canines were a little longer than normal. "I find it hard to believe that I have fans. But yes, I have someone special and very close to my heart. Her name is Brenna. She's a kindred spirit. When I first saw her, I never thought I would find my soul mate in her, but after many trials I saw the error of my ways and begged her forgiveness. Now when I look into her eyes, my soul melts. She was the one who made me realize I had a soul. "
Crymsyn: It sounds like Brenna is a great woman that set you straight. So tell me, what are your plans now that you've stared down the apocalypse and sent the devil back to hell? Putting things right with the world?
Azrael: Now that the end of the world has been averted…Wait how do you know about that? No one is supposed to remember that?
Crymsyn smiles. "Well, there are some things that I know that most people don't. Like you're really a vampire. So is Brenna. I know the races of shape shifters that run throughout. And the Storm Riders that control the storms.
Azrael: You know a lot about a lot of things.
Crymsyn: I do. I promise. I'll keep all of them secret. Well it was nice of you to take time out of your busy schedule to join me today. Thank you for coming. I know where to find you if I need anything.
Azrael grins showing his elongated incisors. He bowed. It was nice speaking with you too. I'll keep my eye on you.
Crymsyn: I wouldn't expect anything more.
Question: What is Azrael's soul mate's name?Email answers to Robyn @ [email protected]
