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McKinzie S. Heart's Blog on her journey as an author |
| This journal is for my blogging, notes, and thoughts. Respectful comments are absolutely welcome!! I will also be posting any of my upcoming ebook/book releases! Welcome!!! |
| Well, been busy at work and at school. Somehow, I'm managing to get a little writing in. Elemental Seduction - Requited by Fire has been pre-edited now. I'm waiting to see how the cover art will look on Elemental Seduction - The Dance. Can't wait!! Guess I need to get back onto the third book Unearthly Pleasures. Still need to do just a little bit of research before I formulate my story so luckily I have the next few days off from work (don't from school though). I will be needing some readers once I'm finished with it so I can make sure it's as polished as need be. Still in rewrite with Dark Moon Harvest. I'm a perfectionist (not perfect) so that tends to drag out the progress of my work a little, not to mention that I love to do several projects at once. On another note, still waiting on an artist girlfriend of mine out in CA to complete the illustrations for one of my children's stories in the Dinkerville series. It has to be complete before being sent to an agent. I found that most publishers of children's stories require an agent and no unsolicited manuscripts. Therefore, the manuscript must be complete along with pics. I will be submitting those in my real name as opposed to my pen name. It would be just too weird using the same name I use for my erotic romances. Guess that about covers it. Now I've got maybe an hour before class starts to get some writing accomplished. Oh, by the way, if my portfolio looks diminished, I have to hide any of my stories and books that have been contracted for. Today I will be adding ES - Requited by Fire to that list. Thanks for stopping in. Come back any time :) McKinzie S. Heart ~Live to write, write to live~ |
| Think I'm gonna take a little break today. Gonna go get my toenails done...never did that before. Later when I get back, I need to do some school work then I think I'll hunker down and do some writing...actually, I will do some rewriting on Dark Moon Harvest. Before I do more work on ES - Unearthly Pleasures, I need to do some additional research. :) |
| Finished my edits and sent back to publisher for my book Elemental Seduction - The Dance. Can't wait to see the cover art! I'm interested to see how they will depict my paranormal aspect especially since there will be three books following that one. Still working on the rewrite for Dark Moon Harvest. School started and I'm pretty tired. Oh, and i think I told you that I did the edits on my other book Soul Mate. Can't wait to see that cover art too!!! I have many things in the works. Just gotta keep pluggin away to get them done. Have so many nearly finished. Of course, in the next two months I will need to get back onto the third book of Elemental Seduction - Unearthly Pleasures. Whew gotta run. Future mother-in-law is making shrimp and grits and I'm being called into the kitchen lol :) |
| Just sent my second contract signed to Silver Publishing. Guess I better get to work on book three ES - Unearthly Pleasures. Finally finished editing Soul Mate with the other publisher. I'm very interested in seeing what the book covers will look like for these books. I do like writing these sensual romances that are a little darker. My guy's lying on the couch watching football (he loves the NFL package that I got him) with the kitten curled up in his lap. After snoozing for 3 hours on my chest, that spoiled cat can give me a little break :) Talk to you all later! |
| Had to work a double shift the other night so didn't get a chance to edit or write. Have 5 pages left with Soul Mate then I will sit down and go over the contract with Silver Publishing. Oooh, Silver Publishing is paying for a retreat next year for its authors. It will be for 5 nights in Gatlinburg, TN in the mountains. The cabins and hotels look great and I will have a room with a King-sized bed and a view. They are also paying for all the breakfasts and dinners and activities that we sign up for. Am so psyched. It will be a nice vacation with my guy :). Waiting to get my edited story back from SP for Elemental Seduction - The Dance. Nov 3rd will be here before I know it. Don't know yet when the second book will come out because I have to sign the contract first. I will be checkn back :) |
| Still editing my book Soul Mate with Rogue Phoenix Press. That's gotta be the most aggravating thing in the world. But, it's gotta be done. Also, just received a contract from Silver Publishing for the second of four books Elemental Seduction - Requited by Fire. Before I can get back into rewriting some more on Dark Moon Harvest, I've gotta finish editing Soul Mate. So, I'm gonna be busy for awhile. :) |
| This is todays comments from Silver Publishing: Hi McKinzie, During the week after Halloween (Oct 31 - Nov 4) Silver is releasing stories by ten new-to-Silver-Publishing authors. Your story, "The Dance", is one of the ten chosen for this special release event, and your release date is November 3. I'm in the process of assigning your editor now and you should be hearing from them shortly. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask. This is some input from Rogue Phoenix Press on improving Soul Mate: I have reread your book Soul Mate. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Very different kind of story. I loved the unpredictable ending, too. However, we still have pov problems. Keep in mind that a scene should be in the point of view of only one of your characters. There were places where you changed the pov within the same paragraph. We really need to fix this. I'm sure I didn't find all of the pov problems. Your story was so interesting there were several times I was so in the story, I had to catch myself and go back to start looking for pov changes. I have marked them using the show markup. You used ellipses ... so much that it grew distracting. They are a tool that yes, it has it's place, but it should be used sparingly. Please go through and eliminate the majority of ellipses and replace with the proper punctuation. I had a little trouble with James in the beginning of the story because he wasn't likable. That's ok when he wasn't the hero. In the beginning we didn't know this though and it seemed to the reader he would be the hero. When it turned out that he wasn't the hero, I said ok, I can go with that but then you set him up to be the hero in a second story. I think if the sequel is to make it, James has to have hero qualities in the first book. So he can't want to rape the heroin in this book. You shouldn't have any inferences to rape. When you make the changes and send it back, your book will go to the copy editor. Well, guess I've got some work to do this weekend to tweak Soul Mate. My character of James, though, didn't want to rape the heroine. He just wanted her. Of course, this also makes me take a second look at the other stories too which is why I'm doing a rewrite on Dark Moon Harvest. These are just some of the things an author must go through to get the story just right. So the plate is full with rewrites, creating new material, my job, and going back to school. Think I've got enough going on? LOL Do think I will pursue a sequel to Soul Mate though. Since it was a thought, I made the ending so that it could be done. Starting to storm so gotta run! See you all later :) |
| Dark Moon Harvest Chapter Four Her shoulder burned at his erotic touch, and then something niggled in the back of her mind, penetrating the sex-induced fog. Last time this had happened it hadn’t happened at all, but her body tingled too deliciously for it not to have happened this time. She glanced up, staring nervously into her lover’s eyes, and her voice quavered, “Are, are you Devon?” “Now what sort of question is that?” “Well, you know I’ve been having strange dreams lately and I just can’t be sure of what’s real and what’s not.” A corner of his lips tilted with sensual amusement as he lifted her tenderly from the statue’s cock. She watched his own spring to life again and lost her line of thought, craving him instantly. But it just didn’t feel like Devon stood before her anymore. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something felt different. And why did her mind feel so clouded like she was doped up? Her heart hammered with growing fright as everything about her seemed to darken and spin. Flashes of change in his appearance occurred before her very eyes, as she concentrated with some difficulty on her prior tasks and why she had come here in the first place. Her friend slowly melted away, replaced by the seductive, handsome stranger. Her eyes narrowed defensively as she attempted to cover herself, but he reached forward and clasped her hands to prevent it. “Who… who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me? Get your hands off of me,” she hissed. Somewhere deep inside, a secret part of her hoped he wouldn’t listen. “Not only are you the perfect hot-blooded mate, but you are intelligent as well. You are what others would call my perfect match, or my soul mate. Perfect package.” He leaned in and deeply inhaled her unique scent. “Answer my question,” she quavered hotly, trying again to reach for her clothes. The sensuous tilt to his lips spread into a smile as he replied, “I’ve come to claim you. It is time for the Dark Moon Harvest.” Chills raced across her spine and she tensed as though ready to flee. He opened his mouth and his voice rumbled the most intoxicating sound she had ever heard. She relaxed and her eyes glossed over as she quit struggling and leaned into him, moaning while she instinctively opened her legs for his entry. He took full advantage as he spread his tremendous pitch black wings about her and lifted her gently to him. He lowered her onto his throbbing cock as she wrapped her legs about his torso while her arms encircled his neck. Slowly, they moved together in moaning liquid motion, stoking each other’s flames as all else drifted into nothingness. Theirs was a perfect and equal union. Unexpectedly, a figurine crashed nearby and in an instant they separated. He released her and turned with fury toward the intruder while yanking her behind his back to protect her. “Get away from her,” yelled Devon as he picked up another figurine and pitched it like a baseball even closer. His eyes narrowed with obvious intent to damage as he barreled forward ready to battle the stranger fucking his best friend. Frustration flickered across the man’s face and he turned his anger upon the unwanted intruder. It was as though two bulls faced one another. The stranger made to move toward Devon when a small, delicate hand touched him-a reminder of his lover’s ties to the intrusive human. This instantly halted the inevitable. With an audible curse he turned and quickly melted into the depths of the statue’s shadow. “Rae, are you okay? Did he hurt you? My God, what did he do to you? Where are all your clothes? Did he rape you? That son-of-a-bitch!” He exploded with questions as he raced frantically to her side then stooped to find and retrieve her strewn clothes. Raven could feel the fury and concern radiating from him and stood mesmerized by the rapidly pounding jugular in his neck. His words seemed clipped and breathing strained. She couldn’t answer his questions. Her sex-fogged mind wouldn’t allow it as she interrupted his search with but one purpose in mind. “Ahhh, Devon, touch me,” she purred, pulling him up from his hunt and clasping his hand to her breast, then moving it down to rest between her legs. Take him, enslave him, entreated a seductive feminine voice in her head. The heat radiated from her thatch. “No, no, it’s not right,” he whispered, attempting to pull his hand back. His breathing still seemed somewhat labored which excited her senses. Her scent surrounded them. Her voice sounded strangely erotic and persuasive-almost hypnotic. And what had happened to the man that was here only moments before? “Why, because you’re gay?” “That, and because you’re vulnerable right now, whether you know it or not. You didn’t answer me. Did he rape you? Molest you?” She continued to ignore his questions. They were unimportant at this time. “What if I’m not as vulnerable as you think? I know it sounds wrong, but I wanted him, I really did, still do. I think I’m completely wicked.” “No, not wicked,” he replied, gazing into her strange filmy eyes as he attempted to cover her, but she wouldn’t allow it. She shoved his hands impatiently away and merely stood before him, trailing her fingers down her soft, naked skin. “I am, because I want you too. But I can’t have you. Every time I think that I have a chance to have you, he appears. And this time he showed me his wings, beautiful black feathers, like a dark angel.” “You’re rambling, love,” he replied, feeling her forehead with his hand. She burned hot, but not from fever. “He had no wings that I could see.” The room felt hot, stifling. His mind clouded, dimming everything about him except the two of them. He reached down again but this time touched upon her mound and moved a finger to her clit. It was enticingly hard. Just as quickly, he yanked his hand back confused. Take him, Raven…she urged. Something predatory filled her, unexplainable yet welcome. As the whispers filled her head, a wicked smile spread across her lips while a throbbing energy moved through her body. “But he showed them to me and told me that he was here to claim me for the Dark Moon Harvest. I think maybe he’s some sort of demon instead of an angel.” She leaned into Devon and stood on her tiptoes as she placed a sultry kiss upon his lips. To her delight, he moaned at her touch. “Are you Devon?” she asked, suddenly concerned. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He tried to push her away but her seduction proved stronger than imagined. Her hands fluttered along the length of his body, awakening every fiber of his being. She felt his own hand snaking around to grab her ass pushing her against his hardness. “Because he was you twice, then himself twice… or was it three times?” she purred, then pulled his mouth down to claim him. The room felt as though it moved and swirled. Devon groaned, and then pulled her harder against his body. She knew she made him doubt himself so easily. His eyes appeared filmy, dim as though the lights were on but nobody was home. His hands intimately traveled her body as she moaned throatily, encouraging him. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten here. All she knew was that here before her stood the most tempting creature she had ever seen and she was determined to have him one way or another. Raven reached down, releasing his hardness from its confines for her pleasure. He breathed heavily, obviously unable to stop himself as she grasped him in her small hand. Slowly, she stroked the bulging thickness then ran a thumb over his engorged head to feel the moisture easing out. With a sigh she bent down, lapping at his tasty juices while tongue-teasing his hole and as his breath exploded, she swallowed him deep within her throat. With desperation, he tangled his fingers through her hair, urging her to please him as he moved against and into her. Her mouth felt so hot and wet and her tongue so devilishly wicked. For several moments she savored him, until she released him and turned around to bend forward upon the statue’s lap. The statue’s dick pressed the side of her breast and she lowered her mouth upon it to taste herself. Her wet pussy lay bare before him like a glorious banquet. She could tell that he tried to halt himself struggling visibly to maintain control, but instead she found his swollen head pressing inevitably closer to her sweet feminine lips. His cock cradled between her legs. “Yes, love, fill me, take me, make me yours,” she growled, undulating her ass toward him. The tone of her voice vibrated through the stillness of the air filling them with decadence. It was as though a spell had been cast upon them both. A part of her mind knew that he had to do what she commanded of him. Her mesmerizing voice assured his compliance overpowering any resolve that might still remain. Automatically, he grasped his dick and pressed deeper into her pussy entrance. She felt the pressure of his head then the glorious give of her body as she opened for him. “Yes, yes, take it, take it now,” she cried out, quivering with excitement. He groaned loudly, still trying to fight the urge, and then thrust his cock in hard and impaled her. He buried himself to the hilt as his balls banged against her entrance. Her wet delicious heat engulfed him and she squeezed hard to feel the throbbing pulse across his meat. “What is happening?” he moaned hoarsely, pulling back then tightening his ass and flinging his hips forward while digging his fingers into her hips. Mind-numbing pleasure shot up his cock and into his body. “You’re fucking me, Dev, just like we both want it,” she whimpered, pressing and grinding back against him while she squeezed tight muscles upon him. She then eagerly suckled the statue’s dick. His mind emptied of conscious thought as he went into a strange overdrive, picking up speed and pumping her. She continued sucking on the statue’s cock as he plowed into her body, beating violently with his own hips. The marble cock began to pulse in her mouth and she smiled wickedly, glancing up into the pale stone eyes of her lover. Anything for you, a man’s voice echoed in her head, and understanding passed between them as she felt his cock fully come to life. “Put my pussy on the statue’s cock, Dev. Do it now,” she commanded. He did as commanded, turned her about then lifted her onto the solid shaft. He placed his hands beneath her ass and she positioned her feet so that between the two of them, she could rise and fall rapidly. Pleasure raced across his face as her tight skin slid up and down upon it. The statue’s cock pulsed harder, buried deep inside her… expanding and enlarging until the fit nearly split her. She felt it moving within her, hot and alive. Wildly, she flung her head to the side as seductive whispers of love and destiny and eternal passion filled her mind. Pleasure yourself, my love. Pleasure yourself for me, the dark stranger’s words urged her. “Dev, stand up and straddle me so you can fuck my face. Do it now.” He followed her instruction, lifting himself and bracing a muscled leg on each side of her while holding onto the statue’s arms. She reached back and grabbed the statue’s torso, to help her rise and fall upon his shaft. Immediately, Devon thrust his hips forward to plant his dick down her throat. Raven suckled him hungrily while he enjoyed the feel of her lips and tongue. She continued to pleasure herself upon the statue. The lights flickered and dimmed while he manically plunged in and out of her mouth, oblivious to all else except the pleasure she provided. He never knew, never felt the statue move as it thrust up and plowed into Raven. Quietly, the statue’s wings reached down under her arms and about her breasts, rubbing across her hardened nipples and supporting her; he thrust wantonly into her body. After all, immortals could always find a means to achieve their goals. With a loud cry and violent shudder, Devon shot his cum down her eager throat while her immortal lover filled her with his seed again and again. |
| Eternal Fire The wind howled viciously through the trees like a distant woman’s scream muffled by the thick snow-covered boughs of heavily scented pines. Hunter pulled his coat closer bending his head against the onslaught while trying to ignore the memories these sounds unlocked. He had tried so hard to forget the tragedy of last year but no matter where he wandered or how far he traveled, he could never escape himself and the dark thoughts just on the edge of his consciousness. Had he not disappeared from everyday life to become the wanderer he had, he would have known that this blizzard had been anticipated for several days. So now, on foot, he found himself in quite a troublesome position. Where could he bed down for the night safely from the tortuous elements? And how would he be able to fill his empty belly faced with such an assault? Onward he trudged, his mind flipping between caring that he find a safe haven or just lying down for a last permanent sleep. At least if he breathed his last tonight, he would see her again, be with her again. Her life had been claimed too young. They had only been married just over two years when a fire had taken her away from him. Emily… He stopped in his tracks and his knees wobbled as he fell upon them into the snow. “Oh Emily, my dear love,” he whispered heartbroken kneeling upon the icy, ground. “Why, why were you taken from me? Why didn’t I die instead?” Even now, the tears slid easily from his soul shredding what little humanity struggled to keep him alive. Uncaring, he fell forward sobbing into the white blanket. “Take me. I don’t want to live anymore! Oh Emily, Emily…” Hunter… “Emily?” he quickly held his breath trying to stifle his emotional outburst. He raised his head from the snow and cocked it to the side listening for that familiar sound, that treasured sound he hadn’t heard in so long. Nothing. As he moved to lie back down, the wind shrilled past biting at his ears. Hunter… “Emily! Emily! I hear you. Where are you?” He stumbled to his feet and spun about searching in all directions. The blizzard shrouded his view and desperation filled him. Either he had heard her precious voice or he had gone mad. It didn’t matter which as long as he was with her again. Another gust whipped past. Hunter… He turned and blindly flung his body into that direction following the sound. He pushed and fought, struggled and clawed when only a few yards away the dim outline of a cottage loomed before him. The wind’s shrill cries and bombarding memories exploded through his head but when he reached the door and placed his hand upon the knob, it suddenly quieted as though the blizzard had momentarily dropped off the face of the earth. He tested the knob but it didn’t budge. Quietly, he moved to the nearest window and noticing a faint light, rubbed upon the chilly glass to see better. Twin pools of haunted jade gazed through the small spot of the deeply frosted window... needing, searching for that light flickering within and discovered, of all things, a fire left smoldering in a center stone hearth. The light summoned quietly...beckoning with its siren voice. He could almost hear the faint steaming, crackling and felt the pull of warm invite. Looking about, he tested the dark window, yet it didn’t budge...and still it seemed to glow for him to come hither. The icy window stuck fast, frigid from the cold...refusing to release its hold, but he wouldn’t allow this mere barrier to stop him from entering his newfound safe haven. Eventually, he would succeed in prying it open then he would be inside next to the enticing warmth. He smiled with assurance. The fire trembled with excitement as she gazed upon his determined face and the sight of his unfathomable grin. She thrilled at the thought of rebuilding...kindling her flames so she beckoned more urgently...her glowing embers enticing, tempting, luring. She had searched for him for so long. Had needed his touch for what seemed an eternity. Hunter pressed his warm body to the chilly glass, melting the ice from without. The window now opened to his slightest touch and warm lips smiled with pleasure; all it took to get past the icy barrier was the right touch in the right place. With practiced ease, he slowly entered the room...hesitant...was he alone? Yes. Obviously, no one had been there in awhile. How could the fire have lasted? It quivered before him...needing him and wanting him to make her burn; there was plenty of kindling but no one to tend to her and she had struggled to maintain for her search. But suddenly, she felt his touch...his nurturing and she began to dance...her body leaping in passionate, sultry sparks. She sighed, contented...happily lost...and the heat deepened as flames burst forth with great force; Hunter stepped back with surprise. He did not know the intensity within; however, now he reveled in the seductive, bewitching dance as he enjoyed the fire's amorous touch upon his chilled skin. It reminded him of another time…a time when Emily had slept contentedly next to him before a fire much like this. His heart felt as though ripped apart all over again as he sat in morbid reverie. He gazed at the spirited flames...stoking every now and then to keep the fire blazing and brilliant. And he thought, who would have known such a radiant, beguiling fire to exist...hidden in such a dark, cold house? Why did such a house exist with no one to tend to it? The whistling wind blew about the outer walls yet the interior now felt warm and cozy. Hunter made himself comfortable upon the sofa examining his surroundings. Had this house belonged to him, it would have been well kept not abandoned. He leaned forward and stoked the fire again. Whispers floated upon the air. Hunter… He stiffened, his green eyes sharpening while gazing about. “Who’s there?” The fire blazed as though in response cocooning him in its amorous warmth, touching upon his skin with caressing kisses. He eased back upon the sofa relaxing once again. Hearing his name had only been his imagination just as when he had been outside. He had become weary from his lonely travels. His eyes felt heavy but he fought sleep. Only nightmares awaited him from a past filled with lost love and death. He had left that life behind, wandering aimlessly through the lands without thought or purpose merely existing. He shook his head and arose to search for the bathroom. Could there possibly be running water? His fingers rubbed the long, rough hair upon his chin. And he certainly could use a shave too. His luck seemed to be holding out as he discovered not only a bathroom but electricity and supplies as well. It must have not been abandoned for too long. At any rate, it didn’t make too much sense but he was thankful for it. Not long after and he looked like a changed man…clean, shaven and feeling quite a bit more human. He gazed at his reflection. Haunted green eyes stared back set in a strong, masculine face surrounded by chestnut waves that he secured once again in a leather strip. His lips pursed grimly unimpressed by the perfection of man that just as grimly stared back at him. He stood a firm 6 feet 4 inches with broad shoulders, muscled body, and trim torso. Any woman would gladly claim him as her own. In fact, one woman once had until… A growl rumbled through his stomach and he frowned. He would have to await morning to ease his hunger. It was far too late now to attempt to hunt for his meal but he might explore a bit. The cottage was quaint with just a few rooms and a small kitchen so he eased back to the living room. His eyes widened with surprise. “What the hell is going on?” Spread out upon the small table near the sofa and fire lay a small meal fit for a king. Where had it come from? Who had made it and how had it gotten here? He wanted to think on it further but hunger drove him to immediately scramble to the feast. “I don’t know where this came from or who put it here but I sure am thankful,” he mumbled as he ravenously devoured the miniature banquet. No explanation existed. The gods must be watching after him. Then again, perhaps he still lay outside in the snow dying and he was but dreaming. He didn’t care. Hunter… A woman’s voice called to him as the fire crackled and sparked. He stopped in mid-sip of his wine and spun his head around. He knew no one was here but him so where had the voice come from? He ran a hand over the grip of his gun then relaxed taking another deep swallow of his drink. It felt like smooth, liquid fire sliding down his throat and curling into his belly. He finished his meal then reached for the poker repositioning the logs before adding a couple more. The heat surrounded him while the warmth of fine wine and a full belly eased his mind causing his lids to become heavy. He leaned back with his hand still positioned on the grip and dozed off. The hearth glowed wildly with life and a loud crack sent an ember flying out onto the floor before his boots. It burst into a flame that began to grow. It didn’t catch and spread but remained contained as it slowly blazed and flickered morphing before the sleeping man. Only moments later and the growing flame took on the shape of a naked woman. Her eyes glowed with unrequited passion while her blazing hair blew wildly about. She leaned forward and lightly touched upon his leg without burning him. “Hunter, my love,” she whispered. Now her body shaped more finely with the fire still burning and glowing but on the outline only. She ran her hand up his leg past his waist and onto his chest. He sighed in sleep. “Emily…” With tender ease of her slender fingers, she scorched the clothes from his body bit by bit from the shirt he wore all the way to his boots. Wisps of smoke curled between them rising to play across her soft nipples. She sighed with need. Her heated fingers trailed across his broad chest, down his waist, and onto his sleeping cock. Without warning, his eyes fluttered open hazy from exhaustion and the wine to see the silhouette of an enticing woman bending over him outlined only by the fire– undressing and touching to her heart’s desire. He grabbed her wrist halting her hand upon his meat. “Who are you?” She smiled in response grasping and caressing him until he hardened for want. He moaned and reached a hand up to touch an enticing breast. Her hot nipple hardened as he squeezed and rolled it between his fingers. Her lips parted as she sighed then she knelt, leaning forward and took his lips with her own needy ones. His hands took on a mind of their own exploring her soft and so very willing skin. At first her kiss skimmed tenderly but quickly deepened more demanding while she continued to move her hand up and down across his hardened cock. She ran a thumb over his moistened cockhead while her tongue dueled with his own…demanding his response. He attempted to clear his head and separated their lips just a fraction. “Who are you?” She squeezed his dick hard and a groan escaped him as he pushed his hips toward her throbbing from her experienced manipulations. “You know me, love. It’s been awhile and I need you so badly.” Her lips moved down to press searing kisses upon his neck and down his throat while her other hand explored his body as though she owned it. His breathing quickened. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him in such a way… Her moist tongue darted out trailing to a hardened male bud as she slowly circled it before sucking one in. He gasped with pleasure thrusting his hips up against her hand even harder. She moved to lower her thighs over his lap and lifted a leg placing her pussy directly over his cock. He held his breath in anticipation. She moved his head between her soft labia and rubbed back and forth over her wet honey hole covering him with her sweet nectar. He moaned loudly. “Do you like that? Do you want me?” He made to move but she pressed her hand against his chest. “Not yet.” She lowered her body further making just his head enter her. She squeezed upon him hard. “Oh yes. Take me,” he growled reaching up and kneading her ass. A soft laugh escaped her lips and played wickedly across his spine. Her laugh sounded so deliciously familiar. She pulled his face to her breasts and he eagerly devoured the rosy peaks nipping and suckling to his hearts content. Now a moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes while her head rolled back. With an evil grin, he took full advantage and yanked her down upon his powerful dick. With a hard thrust, he forced his meat into and along her wet path hitting her hot core. She cried out flinging her head forward and grabbed at his shoulders digging her nails in. The pain felt exquisite and he grabbed her hips digging his own fingers in while he picked up thrusting speed. “Oh yes, fill me Hunter. Take it like you own it,” she begged riding him as she positioned a leg outside each hip. She jolted up and down upon him as he slammed into her depths causing her nether lips to repeatedly bang against his base while her breasts bounced wildly to his fucking. Without warning, he flipped her over onto the couch so that now he was on top. He dug his heels in and lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he savagely plowed into her wet, inviting flesh. “Lady, I don’t know who you are but you’re mine for the night,” he growled breathlessly. Sexual heat surrounded them as she cried out in joy. “Oh yes, Hunter. Fuck me. Take me! Make me yours!” He didn’t notice her calling his name or he would have wondered how she knew it. All he knew was that below him lay a seductress that needed to be fucked just as much as he needed to fuck her. He brutally used her willing and luscious flesh. She clawed into his back sending shooting pain down his body but the pain felt wickedly wonderful. “I’m cuming, oh God, I’m cuming,” she cried out arching her back. He watched in the dim light as her nipples peaked and she shuddered then the obvious rush of liquid heat surrounded his cock. He continued slamming into her depths shaking the couch and violently jolting them about. Her scent filled him and he inhaled deeply. He couldn’t help himself as the pleasurable tingling swirled in his balls then shot through his hard-on and exploded from his head. He yelled out thrusting his hips forward several more times as he unloaded his seed deep into her body. For some time, he lay atop and in her not wanting to move and possibly destroy this dream. But the circumstances had been strange. He reached a hand up and buried his fingers into her hair moving her head to bring her shadowed eyes to his. “Who are you?” He moaned as she tantalizingly tightened her body upon him. “Look deeper into my eyes and tell me who I am,” a smile curled the edge of her lips. A smile that he had seen somewhere before. “I’m not sure that I know you but I do know that I like what we just did.” She took his hand in hers and ran it along the length of her body then brought their connected hands lower to feel along their wet connection. “Does this remind you of anything?” It did. He yanked his hand away but she snatched it back making him wrap his fingers along with hers around his cock to caress its length and their connection. “No. It’s the wine playing with my mind…” “And does wine make you cum so well,” she teased throatily continuing with the caresses. “Then it’s a dream. To have eaten such a strangely wonderful meal and now to have a hot-blooded woman lying beneath me…it’s just too fantastic.” “It’s not a dream.” “I’ve died in the blizzard then.” “No, you are quite alive and in a most delicious way,” she growled squeezing tightly upon him again. His cock slowly hardened in response. “Who are you? This place has been obviously abandoned yet not abandoned. Is this your place?” “You could say that,” she replied running her fingers across his heated skin. Her touch sent sparks through his body and into his soul. She felt so good against him and he felt so amazing buried in her. If only he could see her better within the firelight. The edge of her silhouette seemed to glow with the very light of the fire from the hearth. He moved his hips forward pressing deeper as his cock awakened from its short rest then lowered his chest upon her voluptuous breasts. Her skin felt hot and inviting making him want to bury his entire body into her. He stared into her hidden eyes trying to glimpse who she might be. The only discernable thing was the wicked smile that she offered back. “Hmm, I see that you are hungry for my flesh again. Well, take it…take it any way you like it, love.” At her words, fire swirled down his spine and settled into the pit of his belly. The invitation couldn’t be any plainer than that. And he never was a man who could turn down any good opportunity. “Lady, maybe you shouldn’t have made that offer because there is much that I need and much that I can take.” Her smile faltered only momentarily as she bit her bottom lip. Hunter grinned at the reaction and knew he completely had her. Then without a word, she positioned her legs up and draped them over his shoulders while still impaled. “Seems we are both in need so…take me.” The open comment surprised him, nevertheless, he moved deeper and plunged feeling himself hit her core. “Oh my God,” she gasped moving with him. “Do you like that?” “Very much. Don’t stop Hunter.” With another thrust, he picked up speed. The fire blazed fiercely in the hearth. He turned his head toward it until she drew it back with firm, warm fingers. “Oh, I need you so much,” she groaned. Her skin seemed to mimic the light from the fireplace. His brows furrowed as the flames grew behind them warming his backside quite oddly. However, the light began to uncover his temptress’s identity. He continued taking her while he bent down nibbling at her lips bending her in half. Their bodies rocked savagely while all the while he waited for what he hoped would be the inevitable. He didn’t expect what happened next. As they continued to rock together in sensual, liquid motion, her skin began to glow exposing her identity. His heart flew to his throat. “Emily, how…” “Shhh, my love. I’ve searched for you for so long…” He couldn’t stop the lovemaking as his heart exploded with joy. Her heat deepened and tiny flames began to lick at her skin. He should fear her but he didn’t. She had died yet now she lay beneath him…his long lost love. “How, how can this be,” he groaned feeling the wet heat swallow him as she arched her back, eyes fluttering shut in bliss then released herself upon him. “I’m not sure. But I’m here to take you with me. Will you come with me, my dear husband?” She panted with effort. Flames now danced fiercely upon her body with wisps reaching out to touch him but he felt no pain. All he felt was the loving passion that surrounded him. Had he died? “Hunter, will you come to me for eternity? I need your answer now,” she pressed her hips hard against him in emphasis. Only one answer existed. “Yes. Take me, love. Take me,” he moaned burying his face into her neck and hair. Tears flowed from his eyes but evaporated upon her skin. They stilled for a moment as she placed her hands upon his head and brought him away to face her. “Kiss me, Hunter. Kiss me and make the pain and loneliness go away. Prove your love.” Eagerly, his head dipped as he kissed her with a fierceness that took their breaths away. He devoured her essence then began thrusting again to claim what was his, had always been his. She in turn, initiated the taking as she wrapped her arms possessively about him. Flames danced across her skin in brilliant colors then spread to his body in torrential swirls. She assured no pain. “Don’t be afraid, love. It is only a brief transition.” “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care.” Their hearts raced feverishly against each other and lips met in mutual need. They were never meant to be apart. He continued making love to her as fire spread across both of them engulfing, teasing, promising. Soon they seemed as one - burning gloriously together until their bodies no longer had form. The fire spread engulfing everything in its path as it sped across furniture and onto the walls. Only moments later and the entire cottage blazed upon the snow. But not a soul witnessed the tempestuous fire and it didn’t matter. The distinct laughter of their reunited souls filled the air and as the roar of the fire continued, so did their passion on into eternity. |
| Received my first edit back from Soul Mate with Rogue Phoenix Press. Very little for me to edit, however, I do have some point of view switches that I need to eliminate. I do realize that these things can throw a reader out of the story but they still get by me sometimes. Now I'm thinking that I need to go back through my other stories and books to make sure I don't do the same thing before I send them in. I know that it's ok to do different POVs if you devote an entire chapter to that other character but I wonder if it can be done when you divide the chapter. Overall, I was very pleased that I had no errors or syntax errors that they could see :) There is no such thing as perfect and I embrace other points of views and critiques when I write. Sometimes, it is difficult to detect errors when buried into your own story. I'm feeling the wonderful pressure of revamping stories, deadlines for the anthology, my new creations, starting school in a couple of weeks toward my RN (I'm already an LPN. Working toward being an anesthetist), and working with my children's stories in a different name. Life is so good especially when there is a little pressure. Yes, I'm a Type A personality lol!!! Concerning the children's stories, I have a girlfriend that I've known since we were little. She lives in CA. Daughter of my mother's bestfriend. We found each other after years of life keeping us busy. She is a very talented artist which is what she does for her career. Her skills are impressive and excellent. She expressed an interest in attempting the art for my children't stories in Dinkerville. They have to be created from scratch since they are creatures that don't exist except in my mind. So I am psyched to see what she comes up with. What's even better is that I don't have to pay up front. This means that her name would go on my book as the illustrator and she would therefore receive a percentage of royalties. So the story is complete, awaiting her art, then it needs to be put together and submitted to an agent (apparently, the children's book publishers rarely take unsolicited materials - especially Harper Collins). When you search for an agent, you go through pretty much the same stringent process as you do when searching for a publisher. Talk about a double whammy lol!! Recently, an old coworker friend/writer contacted me and wanted to know if I could edit some more of his work. Unfortunately, I had to tell him no because I just don't have time for this. I think he has talent, but I discovered that if I devote myself to editing others' work, I will never get my own done. So there you go....thoughts off the top of my head. Oh.,,.and congratulations to my friend Kim Dahlen for such good reviews on her books!!! She really helped me by giving me an internet boot up the ass to get me back into my writing. It's wonderful when you have a core group of friends in the same profession. It makes the writing process easier when you have each other. Dark Moon Harvest - still revamping. Have been weaving another element into it with the Summerian Goddess Inanna (Goddess Sin). Since I'm including this, I've had to go back to the very beginning to start introducing that thread. Love you all!! |
| Dark Moon Harvest Chapter Three Suddenly, this woman had her undivided attention. “Can you tell me more about this dark moon stuff? And what is the Dark Moon Harvest?” She hoped this woman wasn’t as crazy as she herself was beginning to feel. “No, no, we don’t speak of it,” the woman said, and turned abruptly to walk away. Raven doggedly trailed her, and then reached out and grasped her arm. “But you just did. Please, please tell me about it. Does it make you have strange dreams or walk in your sleep or perhaps, um, make you hear voices?” “I am sorry, but I can’t tell you any more.” She added, in the smallest whisper, “Perhaps, if you just happened to turn the wrong way and accidentally went downstairs into the basement, then maybe you would discover more.” “But why can’t you-” “I have daughters. I can’t risk them. There can be no connection,” she whispered, signing the cross upon her chest. “But,” she tried to keep the woman still, but the woman wouldn’t have it and pulled away, quickly disappearing into the crowd. “Creepy old bat,” Devon growled. “Don’t believe a word she said. She’s just building up drama to help bring in the tourists. So, what do you want to do now?” he pulled her playfully into his strong arms. She smiled mischievously up into his handsome face. “Find a hidden basement.” He groaned, “Figures. Can’t leave well enough alone, can you? You’re just asking for a let-down.” “Well, whatever. You don’t have anything more important to do, do you?” “Nope. Guess we’re going basement shopping, beautiful.” It didn’t take much to find the basement. She figured that with all the secrecy about the Dark Moon Harvest, she wouldn’t be able to find the door. But actually, nothing about it was hidden. In fact, a sign hung on the door boldly labeled basement in English under the local language of the Roatan Islanders. Good thing, too, since neither one of them could speak a bit of Spanish. “See? No big deal. So let’s go down, take a look around, then blow this joint,” he urged. The two locked hands as they made their way down the stairs. It didn’t take long to reach the bottom. And to her surprise, she discovered that it ran the length of the entire museum. The size alone would have felt ominously daunting had there not been so much light about, and if Devon had not been with her. She inhaled deeply. “Well, let’s get started.” Statues and figurines filled the area as well as crates, boxes, and numerous other items she couldn’t even hazard a guess about. This would be a hell of a job because as far as she could see, it appeared to be one huge warehouse. “Oh my… God…” “Exactly, hon. You sure you want to do this?” “Yep. Gotta do it or I’ll never be satisfied. I just want to know what’s going on around here, that’s all. I promise, once I find out I won’t do any more snooping.” “Sure you won’t,” he said sarcastically. “I mean it. I only want to know what it’s all about. I don’t need details. But at least that woman could have given me some better hints. How am I going to find anything in all this mess?” “Not too late to go back upstairs,” he grinned. “Get to work, pretty boy,” she ordered and pushed him away, pointing to the opposite end. A couple of hours later, they were quickly tiring, but still exploring. Raven stood up from her area, stretching and rubbing her neck and back. It was futile. She had wasted their entire day on bullshit. How could Devon put up with her like he had? Giving up, she turned to leave when a movement caught the corner of her eye. She spun back, startled, her heart racing, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, one particular statue-at least, a stone wing protruding over some crates further back, caught her attention. She made her way to the corner, rearranging and pushing artifacts until she finally reached it. She pressed lightly upon the crates stacked around it and, to her delight, found that they had been previously emptied. Only moments later, she had cleared the area around the statue to fully view it. It appeared particularly aged and seemed to be made of marble. Intrigued, she made her way toward it, and then crinkled her brows. Had she seen this statue before? Somehow it seemed familiar. What a handsomely crafted, well-carved man, she thought. Well, I think he’s a man - what’s with the wings? The wings appeared fine and feathered. What did this man depict? “Obviously an angel,” she murmured to herself as her eyes traveled about-and fingers followed with curiosity. His obvious virility soon caught her eye. His cock had been carved fully erect and was practically as thick as a damned python, so to speak. Her breath caught in her throat at the pleasurable tremor of familiarity that shot through her depths. A twinge moved through her belly as a delicious throb settled between her legs. She couldn’t explain her sudden urge to mount him and ride him like a beast, but at this moment she only wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. Her hand moved slowly down as her eyes glazed over and she reached into her panties to feel her own moistness. Her breathing quickened as she massaged herself. She could hear Devon nearing, but didn’t care-she would take the statue and him too. Take him, own him… “Find anything, beautiful?” he questioned, placing his hands on her shoulders. She moaned at his exquisite touch. “Rae, you okay?” Quietly, she turned around, allowing him to see her fondle herself, noting with satisfaction the catch in his voice. For a full-grown, hot-blooded articulate man, he sure had lost his words for the moment. Slowly, she pulled out her wet fingers, about to place them in her mouth, when he opened his instead. His eyes burned strangely, sending unbelievable thrills through her body. He clasped her hand, pulled it up to his lips, and deeply inhaled her scent before placing her fingers slowly, one by one, into his mouth. He ran his tongue about them and suckled them like a rare treat. Her breathing quickened with anticipation as he moved closer, backing her against the statue. All the while, he removed her clothes until she stood bare. He reached out lifting her and carefully lowered her onto the statue’s tremendous cock. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he watched the pleasure race across her face. “You like that, huh?” “Yes,” she whispered, staring into his eyes. “Fuck it for me, Rae. I want to watch,” he growled hoarsely, and she did just that. She braced herself, rising and falling rhythmically, enjoying the way the marble warmed to her body and stretched her just so. Devon placed his hands under her ass, helping her to rise and fall upon the shaft. Every few fucks, he would ease a hand forward to feel her abundant wetness before continuing. “Wrap your legs around my waist now,” he commanded. She obeyed him and wrapped them tightly about him. “Unbuckle my pants.” As she complied, he continued to ease her up and down upon the marble cock. “Yes, that’s the way to do it. Let it fill you,” he whispered as she released him from the bonds of clothing. His engorged cock hung heavy and throbbing. She could see his muscles move with desire. “I’m going to take you now, with the statue still inside of you, do you understand?” She dreamily nodded her head as he moved closer, rubbing his stiff, swollen head against her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Take me, please,” she begged in strange voice pulling him closer. He pressed his cock to her entrance, and then pressed harder, feeling a little give. He pushed firmly until his head entered her, and then grabbed her ass again with both hands. She cried out in painful pleasure and he stopped. “No, don’t stop,” she commanded. “But you are so tight, too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” “Then keep me wet and move slowly,” she purred, holding his gaze with her own. “I won’t feel the pain until later.” Excitement filled his eyes and the corner of his mouth tilted sensually. With a slow, firm thrust, he penetrated her deeper and kept pushing while she moistened further for him, helping to ease the way. A few more pushes and trembling cries later, he reached his destination, and then pulled back. Raven gasped in torrid delight. His thrusts picked up as he fully took her and not only did he plunge into her, but he also raised her up and down upon the statue’s shaft. He thrust both cocks into her wanton pussy as she moaned and groaned in painful delight. “Oh yes, please, more, more,” she begged, trembling. She just couldn’t get enough of him. The carnality continued for some time while they thoroughly enjoyed each other’s flesh. Their moans and audible lovemaking cocooned them heightening the erotic experience until suddenly, she threw back her head and covered him with her sweet nectar. Her loud cries echoed throughout the room, so he covered her mouth with his own, wrapping his tongue about hers decadently. Soon his body shuddered and he released himself into her. Again, she threw back her head, reveling in the feel of his wet heat shooting into her body, while he placed hot kisses down her throat and onto her breasts. He then sharply nipped at her shoulder. |
| Dark Moon Harvest Chapter Two With a jerk, Raven awoke in the bed next to Devon. Her heart pounded hard from the dream she had just had… at least she thought it had been a dream. She shoved a hand between her legs, feeling the moisture that filled her panties, and then quickly flung the covers onto the floor to stare at her feet. There was no evidence of sand. “What are you doing?” he groaned, rolling over to face her. “I don’t know. I think I had a nightmare or something. Just go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He eased up from the bed and retrieved the covers then leaned over to cover her first. “You smell like sex. Where have you been?” “Nowhere. I’ve been sleeping next to you,” she replied as she rolled away. A used towel lay crumpled upon the floor catching her eyes. It was the same that earlier had been folded neatly in the bathroom-at least, it had been in her dream. She felt his engorged cock suddenly press against her from behind as he grabbed a breast, and then opened her for his invasion. He thrust powerfully and though it felt wonderful, tears began to fall from her eyes in confusion. She couldn’t escape his strange embrace so she flung her head back to glance at Devon. Instead, there lay the same dark stranger pounding into her and taking her at will. “It is alright, my love. It is the Dark Moon Harvest-enjoy the taking. I will pleasure you for eternity…” “Wake up. We’re gonna be late for the museum tour,” Devon shook Raven before he sprinted from the bed. Cautiously, she opened her eyes to the glaring brightness that filled the room. Her head pounded and her mind felt cloudy and heavy. “No, I don’t want to go,” she moaned. “I’ll make the coffee and we’ll grab breakfast on the way. Come on, this was your idea,” he cajoled while dressing quickly. She rolled over and covered her head with the pillow. If only he knew what kind of fucked up night she had had. And she dearly hoped that the voice wasn’t back and that it had only been a dream. “Come on, come on,” he leaned down pushing her back and forth. “Fine,” she grumbled, throwing off the covers. “Well, I guess house cleaning needs to come in and clean up the joint. Geez, what did you do last night?” He motioned at the dirt tracks on the floor. She padded into the bathroom, ignoring the question in favor of the urgency to pee and stepping through some puddles on the floor. As she relieved herself, she glanced at the tub and realized that it was full. She furrowed a brow then reached over to feel the chill of the water. Devon stomped into the bathroom, tossed a damp towel at her, and then commenced to brushing his teeth while talking. “At least you could leave your wet towels in here where they belong… and why is there sand in the bed? I think there’s some stuck in the crack of my ass.” “Sand in the bed? Wet towel? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Well, just leave the cleaning sign on the door and everything will be right by the time we get back. What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, noting the sudden pallor wash over her face. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” “Humor me, love. But I’ll meet you in the kitchen and give you some privacy first.” Later, he whistled with wonder as they rode along on the tour bus to the museum. “I’ve got to admit, you did have some kind of night. Do you think you’re sleep walking again?” “Apparently,” she replied, deep in thought and rubbing her irritated shoulder. She couldn’t help but remember what the stranger had done to her; and what’s more, she had loved it. “Do you remember anything about last night?” Raven shot him a withering look and replied, “You wouldn’t believe how many times you asked me that in my dream. I don’t remember where I went or how I got back. You don’t think this has anything to do with that strange dark moon thing, do you?” “Naw, I just think we went on vacation at just the right time. You were some kind of stressed out and didn’t even know it.” “I guess so. But there’s something else. I heard that voice again. You know, that woman’s voice I used to hear a few years ago. You don’t think I’m weird do you? I mean, because of the dream I was having about you and because of the voice?” He pushed playfully against her and winked, “Nope, you can’t help wanting a hunk of burnin’ love like me. But believe me, if I liked women, you would be the one and only one for me. And as for the voice, you haven’t heard it while you were awake, right? It was just part of the dream. I wouldn’t worry about it. Told you that you were stressed. When I’m right, I’m right.” “You’re such a bull-shitter. I don’t know what I ever saw in you,” she grinned with relief, then leaned comfortably against him as she stared out the window. Locals zipped past her view in a blur and her eyes had just become a little heavy when she saw him. Everything else ran together except for him standing there, facing her. His eyes burned into her soul, pulling her toward him and as she moistened, a sensual smile spread across his tempting lips until only his image filled her mind. “Come on, we’re here,” Devon whispered, pulling her out of the seat. She snapped back to the present and glanced down the street, but he had disappeared-that is, if he had ever been there in the first place. What the hell was going on with her? Devon pulled her into the group and for a while the two traveled with the rest of the visitors, as the guide steered them from piece to piece droning on in a monotone voice. But Raven couldn’t handle it. She didn’t need to fall asleep standing up. She already felt exhausted. She grabbed Devon’s hand and they took off together, exploring on their own. “Help me find something about the history of this dark moon stuff, Dev.” “There might not be anything here. From what I understand, it’s a bunch of superstitions passed down from generation to generation.” “Maybe so, but you know as well as I do that there is always some basis to superstition. So come on, pretty boy, let’s get to work.” “Okay, if it’ll make you happy, and if you call me pretty boy again,” he teased, following along. Together they searched the entire museum but found nothing even remotely connected to the week of the Harvest. It didn’t make sense. Why would there be nothing here when the locals had painted strange symbols on their doors while wearing costumes at night to ward off evil spirits? She scratched her shoulder again; it itched terribly. It felt as though a welt was forming. “I think I’m allergic to something in here.” “Did you bring any Benadryl?” “No, but I’ll get some later.” “Then quit scratching or you’ll make it worse. Geez, you’re worse than a damned kid.” “That doesn’t mean anything coming from a big kid.” “A big pretty boy kid, right?” he laughed and pulled her along. Suddenly, Raven jerked to the side as a woman grabbed her other arm. “You will get lost if you don’t rejoin the group.” “Hey lady...” “It’s okay, Dev, I’ll handle this. We’re not lost, just needed a little break,” she offered with a bright smile. Then she watched in alarm as the woman’s eyes widened with horrified disbelief. “You have The Mark,” she whispered, reaching up toward Raven’s shoulder. “I know, sometimes I break out in welts when I get in old musty areas and I don’t happen to have my Benadryl.” “No, no, The Mark,” she said pointing a trembling finger to the single raised area on her shoulder. “I just told you-” “No, this is not such a thing. You’ve been claimed by one of them.” “Them who?” Raven rolled her eyes toward Devon, trying not to laugh. “One of those of the Dark Moon, the Dark Moon Harvest,” she whispered. |
| Ok here's the next chapter :) Dark Moon Harvest Chapter One Raven pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed she shared with her best friend, Devon. Her movement instantly awakened him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Hmm? Go back to sleep and quit waking me up,” she groaned, rolling onto her side. “You woke me up, just now, when you climbed into bed.” “I didn’t just get into the bed.” “Yes you did,” he inhaled deeply then blurted, “and you smell like sex.” “You’re full of shit. Go back to sleep,” she grumbled, rolling toward him and punching him in the arm. They had been best friends for a long time, which is all they would ever be, especially since Devon was full-fledged gay. They had decided to go on this trip together because they felt comfortable with each other, they always had. It had been awhile since they had vacationed, and they had both needed the break. “Oh yeah? Then why do I feel sand in the bed? And I know you smell it,” he stated, rubbing his foot against hers, and then throwing the covers off both of them and onto the floor. “Devon,” she yelped, then followed his gaze to her feet. True enough, they were covered in sand. And then the smell of sex hit her too. What did I do this time? “How did that happen?” “Walking in your sleep again? I thought you got over that when we were kids.” “I did… I mean I haven’t had that problem in years. Geez..adolescence! But I don’t remember hearing her voice. I don’t remember anything. Where do you think I went? And what did I do? That’s scary as shit,” her eyes widened as she began to tremble. “Don’t worry about it. That was a long time ago. Besides, the therapist had said a lot of kids walked in their sleep and could actually see and hear things that didn’t exist. Remember? That was no different for you. You have an active imagination. That’s why you do what you do…although you should have been a writer instead of an editor but that’s just my opinion. Anyway, you’re here now, and nothing seems to be wrong with you. Come on.” Her best friend dragged her from the bed while wiping the sand off the sheets, then pulled her into the bathroom. He ran the water and turned the Jacuzzi on. Raven stood next to him biting her bottom lip, still trying to remember where she had gone. “Come on beautiful, let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled out a huge fluffy towel and folded it neatly on the counter next to the tub. She couldn’t help but grin at his nurturing ways. His mother-hen demeanor both amused and frustrated her. He was only a few years older than her and sexy as hell, but she had quickly learned that she couldn’t catch this one. However, his protective streak remained. They couldn’t exactly be called “girlfriends,” so they were simply best friends. Oh how she had once wanted this guy-to look at him was like gazing at a modern-day god. His blonde hair fell in waves to his broad shoulders and his deep green eyes could pierce anyone’s soul. He towered at least six inches above her like a blessed wall of masculine muscle. Many times she had wished she could have him, but he had made his preferences quite clear. Now, she just settled for lusting after his body. Besides, she had known him too long to form any other relationship than a friendship. But she could still drool. The mirrors and windows steamed as he reached over and pulled the nightgown up and over her head…a move that perplexed her since they were platonic. “Yep, you smell like sex. But I don’t smell a man on you-you must have just been pleasuring yourself. Do you remember anything at all?” “Not a damned thing,” she admitted. He swatted her ass playfully and she blushed. She couldn’t help but grin at the oddly intimate gesture as she eased into the blissful bubbles. She felt oddly light-headed and off kilter, but hopefully the delicious bath would change all that. Surely, her nakedness before him should have unnerved her, but it didn’t. Maybe they were more like girlfriends after all. Raven eased back and lounged, comfortably stretching out her limbs as goose bumps raced across her skin and her nipples perked. She closed her eyes, enjoying the liquid heat as it played across her skin. Then the water moved unexpectedly against her. She opened them once again to see Devon easing himself down into the water across from her. “Think I’ll join you. Looks far too good to pass up,” he grinned as he settled in and pulled her legs up over his hips. Casually, he caressed her leg as he stretched out, lying back on his side of the tub. He sure is acting peculiar, she thought as she closed her eyes again and tried to ignore the temptations racing through her brain. Her legs felt sensitive pressed against his hips and waist. And now her pussy began to throb. What was with her tonight? Devon is my best friend, and he’s gay! She felt a tug on her legs pulling her closer to him as he repositioned them both for comfort. His hand now lay intimately on her thigh. Butterflies tumbled through her belly as her body moistened for him. Slowly, he trailed strong, gentle fingers across her soft skin toward the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. Again, he pulled her toward him to the point that she could quite easily feel his cock if she just adjusted her own hips. Take him, she heard somewhere deep in the back of her mind. She ignored the voice. “Rae, do you ever think about us?” “Sure, we’ve been friends for a long time.” “No, I mean, do you ever think about us being… more?” She arched a delicate brow. “Dev, you’re as queer as they come. How could there possibly be more?” He chuckled at her reply, and then turned serious. “No, I mean it.” “I don’t understand what you’re asking. But to tell you the truth, I used to have a crush on you. You were the hottest guy around; well, you still are, you’re just not available to us mere mortal women,” she laughed, and then closed her eyes again to dismiss his questions. She had pursued him before and he had shot her down. Obviously, this rare dark moon thing was affecting more then just her sleep habits. He tugged her toward him again and now she felt his hardened cock pressing obviously outside her entrance. Her eyes flew instantly wide open as she felt his hand slide inward to caress her pussy. She gasped in surprise. “What are you doing?” “I believe I’m not entirely as queer as you think,” he whispered, pressing his fingers into her wet opening. Her slickness allowed him easy entry. He smiled at the obvious discovery. She moaned at his touch but tried to push away from this demonic Adonis. “Who are you and what have you done with my Devon?” she teased guardedly. One just didn’t de-gay oneself overnight, you know. He wouldn’t allow the distance. “Maybe I like men and women-or at least men and you,” he admitted as he slowly finger-fucked her. “Oh Devon, please stop. It feels too good and, and this just isn’t right. It’s the trip making you feel this way or, or the dark moon thing,” she moaned as she began to automatically ride his hand, unable to stop herself. Take him, she heard again. She shook her head. Please, not again, she thought briefly. She hadn’t heard that voice in a while and didn’t want to hear it again. It had gotten her into too much trouble years before. The smile spread wider across his wicked face as he watched how easily he affected her. “No, I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, trying to figure it out myself. And when I smelled sex on you, I couldn’t help myself.” “But… you… can’t have both with me,” she trailed off as his thumb caressed her clit and she exploded. She nearly flew from her skin as the lights blinded her eyes and the indescribable tingling spread from between her legs to the rest of her body. She whimpered and could hear his quickened breathing as he pulled her hips to him, planting her upon his lap. With one fluid movement he thrust hard, filling her with his throbbing thickness. Yes, take him… Raven flung her arms desperately about his neck as he thrust again, this movement even more wonderfully violent. She instinctively squeezed upon him, enjoying the stiffness that she had dreamed of so often. Now their rhythm picked up and the water sloshed about the sides of the tub. Hungrily, their mouths met, devouring each other with great need, and then his lips moved to capture a tender nipple. “Fuck me, Rae. God, fuck me,” he growled hoarsely as he pounded into her hot, pliant flesh. Without another thought, she took over in wild abandon and rode him with everything she had. His hands grabbed and kneaded her ass as she closed her eyes, leaning back to feel him deeper within, but then she moved forward and opened them again. It wasn’t Devon that she now rode. Her breath caught in her throat and she faltered in the wild rhythm, but the darkly handsome stranger grabbed her tightly to him as he thrust. His cock felt as though it grew within to fit her and her alone as he took her. She struggled against him but her body craved him too hotly to allow any resistance. His mesmerizing eyes held hers as she moaned from his experienced manipulation and the waves washed over her body. And as the bliss appeared to fill him she cried out, releasing her juices upon him while he exploded deep within her, filling her with his hot, virile seed. An erotic rumble sounded deep within his chest, and then erupted in the most hypnotizing groan she had ever heard. Her heart trembled and her eyes glazed over as a pair of black, downy wings stretched out from his back and embraced her possessively. He leaned forward, pressing a sharp, nipping kiss upon her shoulder and causing a small yelp to escape her lips. She came yet again on his throbbing cock, unable to help herself, not wanting to help herself. |
| Sure, I've done some revamping and rewriting but overall, I can't seem to concentrate today. Don't know why. The ideas are flowing pretty well but I just don't feel so focused. I've reached maybe chapter 25 in the revamping of DMH so I'm getting there. I don't know about anyone else but I will write in one story for awhile then feel called away by another. But that's the way I love it! Still seriously considering sending DMH to Harlequin Nocturne. I love the publishers that I have but I would like to get more publishers. Something about not keeping all eggs in one basket like I did with the last publisher. And now that I've gotten that article published, my brain is thinking about perhaps writing more articles and short stories to submit if not to that magazine then to others. The illustrations will be getting worked on this weekend for the childrens stories. Hopefully, when that's complete, it will be ready to submit to an agent. Seems a lot of the publishers of children's stories require agents. And I will be using a different name. I think it would seem a little creepy to use the same name for the adult and children's stories. What do you think? |
Thought I might get some critiquing as I go so let me know what you think of Dark Moon Harvest  Dark Moon Harvest Prologue The glorious hunt had begun! It had been years, decades, since the last crimson and black moon had arisen; now he could finally spread his inky, pitch-black wings and join the others for the Dark Moon Harvest. He extended them further, enjoying the fresh night air as he stretched his muscled limbs with excited anticipation. The wait had seemed forever-forever since he had come of age-and his body pulsed with sensual energy. Now he and his brothers must complete the age-old ritual to secure futures within their realm before the time had passed. His pale blue eyes gazed at the millions of glittering stars above and he smiled. The night proved clear and calm, perfect for tracking his quarry. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, searching for the right scent-the right match. He heard the sound of his brothers all about, taking flight after locking on to their prey, but he had yet to detect his own. He would not rise until he found her. Quietly, with eyes still closed, he turned in another direction and inhaled again. Still nothing. His brows furrowed with concern. If he couldn’t find the right match, then he would have to wait until another Dark Moon Harvest, to possibly search again and secure her. He had known of others who had tried to find their destined mates numerous times until successful but he refused to be one of them. This had to be the time. His impatience would allow for nothing else. He turned to another direction and stretched inhaling again. Suddenly, a wicked smile spread across his lips. Her delicious scent filled his entire body. With a deep breath and great purpose, he finally shot powerfully into the night in pursuit. Feathery black wings beat fiercely upon the air, lifting his chiseled body closer to the heavens as he flew toward his destination. As taught by his father, he concentrated and a deep, masculine rumble vibrated in his chest then throat. He parted his lips and released the erotic sound, but it could not be heard by just anyone, for his call would only be detected by one. And this one must be lured in seduction. ****** Quietly, she walked along the path through the shadowy woods, unmindful of the rough ground beneath her bare feet. Her body moved with instinctive motion while she traveled the newly worn path. But she didn’t know where she was or how she had gotten there. Raven glanced into the sky to gaze at the darkened moon, but her misty eyes didn’t see anything. If there had been an observer, he would have thought that she enjoyed a nice evening stroll. However, midnight is not a common time for such a stroll, and her attire was equally inappropriate, for she traveled in her sheer black silk gown. Her mind lay not on her destination but only upon that which she dreamed. So she walked in her sleep, though she hadn’t done so in years. In the last few days it had once again become a pattern. The path lay smooth, but she never remembered such details since she returned to bed before waking. She had no idea that this had become her habit of late, even as she inhaled the crisp night air and stretched her arms wide to embrace the darkness. As she moved, her fingers reached out, searching for the familiar statue in her dreams. Soon they touched the detailed stone. It had been hidden amongst the dense vegetation for a very long time, where none knew it existed-but somehow she had inadvertently found it while asleep. As her fingers moved across the surfaces, her dream-befuddled mind formed the picture of a man; it wasn’t a statue of a beast, but of something else. Slowly, she caressed the surface, tracing the details with slumbering delight. The man’s face felt strong, as did his carved body. His cut muscles sent chills down her spine, and her fingers continued to move out, along the edges of carved wings, spread on either side as though ready to lift him into flight. It didn’t matter how much this delighted her, for she wouldn’t remember it upon waking. Her fingers traveled along the life-sized statue, exploring every inch of it until she discovered its immense carved cock. Unlike most statues, this penis stood fully erect, incredibly disproportionate to the rest of his body. She smiled at her discovery, then lifted her gown over her head and tossed it into the bushes. Slowly, her hand traveled down to the already moistened thatch between her legs and she pressed her fingers in, enjoying the heat. After a few thrusts, she pulled them out and grasped the huge dick. Had she been awake, she would have noticed its strange warmth, not the frigid cold one would expect from a mere piece of marble or stone. But she did not notice. She eagerly pressed slow, sensual kisses onto the stranger’s face, down his neck, and onto his chest before finally reaching the destination she craved. Her throat vibrated with a feminine growl as she opened her lips and her tongue darted out to lap at the tremendous cock. A few moments later, she turned her back to the statue and positioned herself, spreading her legs wide. With a groan she pressed down hard upon it, filling her entire pussy with its thickness. Almost immediately, she rose and thrust down upon it again, beginning the necessary rhythm for fulfillment. It spread her deliciously as she continued to rise and fall. “Oh yes, fuck me, please,” she whispered, grabbing her breasts and nipping hard at the huge areola. She moved upon the statue with more urgency as the tingling began to build in her belly. Faster and harder she rode it, lapping and sucking upon her nipples then reaching her arms up to wrap about the statue’s neck. As she worked hard at fucking herself, the perspiration gathered on her forehead and some trickled down the small of her back. Strange feminine whispers filled her head urging her on, perhaps her own desire voicing itself, but they dissipated as quickly as they had started. Suddenly, her muscles squeezed hard about the cock as she arched her back and cried out. Her nipples jutted into twin rosy peaks as she released her sweet juices upon the now-heated cock and came hard. Her body trembled and convulsed as she threw back her head, grabbing even harder about the statue’s neck, moaning and groaning with need. And as she trembled and whimpered in erotic delight, the statue’s wings slowly moved closer as though to encircle her in an embrace, but they did not touch her, nor did she notice as she continued enjoying the forbidden pleasure. Then all too soon, she eased up from the tremendous shaft and dressed. Once again, she followed the path back to the rented bungalow, oblivious to what had just transpired and oblivious to the distant womanly laughter upon the night air. A hard, labored breath escaped from the dense foliage next to the statue. He had indeed called her, but noticed as she neared that she still slept. He never heard the ghostly laughter but his eyes had seen much. His curiosity was piqued by her tempting behavior, so he had elected to watch and manipulate the statue rather than to take her. He didn’t quite know what to make of this episode, for he had never heard of such a thing. Had he not always heard of his brothers’ virginal conquests in taking their mates? But this intrigued him more than anything ever had before. A wicked smile spread across his determined face. God had blessed this undertaking to allow him such an unusual treat. Virgins be damned! This was the one. Time still remained to stake his claim, so perhaps he would follow and attempt to get to know his mate before taking her. He quietly folded his wings close to his back and quickly transformed so that they would be undetected by the naked eye. With a snap of his finger, his ancient garb disappeared, replaced by native clothing. Now he would blend in with the other local males-able to travel freely about this world during this week of the Dark Moon Harvest. As he departed, once again womanly laughter filled the night undetected by his unnatural, keen hearing. |
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| Well, I have today off so that means I can hunker down & do some work. Before I started, got a call from work saying there's too much staff down to work tomorrow and would I mind being off tomorrow? They said they would pay me a sick day (and I have over a month saved up) so of course I jumped at that. Another day to relax and write! Woohoo.... So I guess I need to decide where to start at. Guess Dark Moon Harvest is the target since I want to send that story next. Everyone knows that I'm in the process of revamping it...it's already complete but I want to send it to Harlequin so I need to add on another 20,000 words. Don't think that will be a problem since I'm going to create some more depth and history to deepen the realism of that world. So...deep breath...gotta work :) |
| The short story Eternal Fire has been rewritten. It's listed in here for now but will be a part of the collection of Wicked Bedtime Stories when complete. Still working on my Dark Moon Harvest. I've decided to take a chance when finished and send it to Harlequin Nocturne. And the journey continues lol! |
| Just wanted to send a shout out to all my supporters! I love you and hope that I keep plugging along with my writing so that I can create the best stories, romance, adventure and danger etc for you! |
| Just saw the proof in Intrepid Magazine www.intrepidmag.com. It looks good. Hope you guys get to check it out. Lots of good articles in there and well yes...my article is in there too. And the editor also placed an ad on page 74 touting my work! Yay!! |
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