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First Love
Hot autumn nights in the country. Two young teenagers meet under a secluded tree every night. They lay on a blanket, staring up at a sky littered with billions of bright, twinkling stars, and just talk. Nineteen year old Jack is a year older than Nikki. They'd only met that summer, as Nikki had flown home to spend some time with her father.
Each night they lay there longer than the night before. Laughing, learning about each other, growing closer, sometimes just listening to each other breathe, and to the quiet surrounding them. Neither want to leave the other, yet they have to part as it grows late, and they are expected home.
As the days go by, their time together beneath the huge maple tree grows more intimate, and special. Feelings blossom between them, and with it anticipation of things to come. Only their time together is coming to an end, and Nikki will have to fly back home to her mother, soon. 
Finally, one evening, Jack moves closer to Nikki. He leans over her and kisses her for the first time. It's soft, gentle, exploratory, as he tests her willingness. Butterflies dance in her stomach, yet she remains silent, nervous, almost afraid of what she's feeling. Something is happening between them. But the time to leave arrives, and Nikki reluctantly says goodbye. She cries all the way to the airport, thinking about Jack. 
Young love blossomed between two teenagers that autumn. 
The End

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Bishop's Angel by Tory Richards

Description:

After ten years of sacrificing everything for his country as a Navy SEAL, Bishop is looking for salvation, and something more permanent in his life, something good. Angel, a pretty kindergarten teacher, thinks she's just what he needs. Their chemistry is instant, and explosive, only Bishop has trouble letting go of his commitment to his country. It's up to Angel to prove there's room for her in his life.










Excerpt:


“The police are on the way, ma’am. Where is the intruder now?” the operator asked.
Angel listened for a moment. “He’s still in the kitchen.”
“Is the intruder male?”
“No, no!” Angel said, and then quickly lowered her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t know if it’s a woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when she had the chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there, but for how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn around, frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”
“They’re on their way. Stay calm and—”
“I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s eyes rounded with fear when she sensedsomeone moving up behind her.
“Ma’am stay on—”
Angel knew the intruder was behind her now. She stood up, whipped around, and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she could make out was a tall, dark outline.
“What the fuck—” a male voice boomed.
Angel let out another scream and slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the man’s rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.
She scooted around him but suddenly his hands were on her and for a moment theystruggled against each other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy weight.
“No!” she cried out, struggling wildly against him. But she was no match for his superiorstrength and the honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped around her wrists, and she was pinned against the stairs.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his face too close to hers.
“Who the hell are you?” Angel demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she had on was a thin nightshirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts; her shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.
“Stop before you get hurt!” he warned. In an effort to subdue her, he pressed his body against hers.
“Then get off me!” Angel hissed, arching her body in an effort to dislodge him. His muscled thighs and powerful legs flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.
“Not until you tell me who you are,” he grated in a rough voice.
His warm breath slapped her in the face. “I live here,” Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was too dark.
“The hell you do.”
How did he know that? “The police are on their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.” Her energy was beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained like that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate proximity.
“Good. Then we can get to the bottom of this.”
That wasn’t the kind of response an intruder would make if he were caught in someoneelse’s house. Maybe he was delusional or something. Angel decided to switch tactics.
“These stairs are hurting me,” she said weakly. Things grew still between them and she sensed his silent contemplation, as if he were wondering if he should believe her. She whimpered a little for good measure.
“Okay, I’m going to let you up, but don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.
The second he released her and lifted off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up the stairs.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed behind her.
Angel slammed and locked her bedroom door in his face. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, except to get away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long? She ran to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen and—
Without warning her bedroom door was kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
A muscular arm wrapped around Angel’s waist and she was lifted off her feet. “Let me go!” She wiggled and kicked, very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his body. Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock wasn’t as flaccid as it should have been.
“Look,” he slammed her down onto the bed and for the second time she found herselfpinned beneath his superior strength. “Before this goes any further I think we need to talk.”
“You can talk to the police,” she panted, twisting beneath him.
“I intend to,” he said without hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.
Without warning, he reached up and turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue topaz, everything in Angel froze, including her breath. Oh God, I know those eyes! She didn’t know the man personally, but sheknew of him from the pictures on the fireplace mantle downstairs. He was Diana’s older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made perfect sense.
After six years, he’d finally come home!

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About the Author:

Tory Richards is a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Born in Maine, she's spent most of her life in Florida. She's been a writer since the dawn of ages,(1965),and did it for many years before getting discovered by her daughter and niece. They encouraged Tory to submit to a publisher, and that book, Cupid's Arrow written under her real name, was on the publisher's best sellers list for two months!

Tory retired from Disney, and today she resides with her daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren, where she spends her time between family, four cats, and writing. 

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Turkey day is tomorrow. I'll be stuffing Mr. Tom with my homemade sage dressing early in the morning, so he'll be ready for the big meal around one or two. My niece is bringing sweet potato, and green bean casserole and eggnog, my daughter is making the mashed potatoes and fruit salad. We have two kinds of pie, whipped cream, and wine. For a small gathering of six, there will be more than enough.

It just occurred to me that most families get larger as the years go by. Kids grow up, get married, and have their own babies. For a while that's exactly what happened in our family. There was mom and dad, my sister, her spouse and daughter, and me, my spouse and daughter. Still not a big gathering but it was always wonderful getting together for the day, just to hang out, eat, and laugh. Then pile up plates for seconds later, and take it home. Even better, after spending half the day with my folks, my husband, daughter and I would go to his parents for the second half.

Talk about a huge family gathering! My in-laws had ten children, all of them were married and had kids. They lived in a fairly small house so when the whole family got together we'd set up tables in the kitchen, dining room, and living room and once you sat down, you didn't get up for nothing! We would literally pass the food from person to person, table to table. And every one brought a dish. Then the boys would go out to play touch football, the kids would run around, watch TV, whatever, and the girls cleaned  up.

These days are a lot different. Mom passed away a few years ago, after a long illness. My sister, her husband, and our dad all moved to North Carolina shortly after. I lost my soul mate of seventeen years, last year, retired from Disney and moved in with my daughter and her family. My niece still lives here in Florida, too. My in-laws also passed away, many of their children divorced including their eldest son and me, and others moved away, so those family gatherings ended.

You can't stop change. Tomorrow we'll watch the Macy's Day Parade, drink wine and eggnog, just enjoy each other's company, oh and eat! LOL I hope you all get to spend the day with the people you love most.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Author Tony-Paul de Vissage

In October, I added another family of vamps to the de Vissage fold. The Strigoisti…the members of Casa Strigoi…vampires of a definitely different ilk, because they’re not really vampires, they don’t sleep in coffins, and they’re very much alive. 
They’re simply victims of a disease called X-P, xeroderma pigmentosum, a congenital condition in which DNA can’t repair the damage done by ultraviolet rays. Thus, they have to avoid sunlight or be burnt to a crisp. In fact, the Strigoisti can be blamed for starting the vampire legend if someone wants to point fingers. Since the aventurieri, as they’re called in their native Transylvanian, have existed as long as the rest of us, they’ve managed to acquire a bit of magic, un-human physical characteristics, and a few skills not possessed by normal humans, such as the ability to transport, telepathy, possessing wings…and that rather upsetting habit of drinking blood (though they do eat regular food, also, and have an especially…uh…sweet fang…for pastries.). Otherwise, they’re just plain folks… by turns, jealous, spoiled, petty, curious, amorous, and reckless. They make mistakes and sometimes do foolish things, and in their own way, are still very much “human.”

Members of this family are: Marek, the ghidaj or leader, his womanizing younger brothers, the fraternal twins Vlad and Andreas, his sister Ruxanda, and their bisexual cousin Bogdan. Marek keeps a tight rein on his brothers who have very little status as younger sons, except as warriors. Ruxanda is Marek’s half-sister from their father’s second marriage and is over 20 years younger than he. Bogdan was raised by his uncle after priests killed his parents and crippled him. Being someone who hates vacillation in any form, he’s been celibate his entire life because he can’t decide which sex he wishes to pursue. As for Marek himself, revenge and caring for his family are his two prerequisites and he has yet to fall in love, but when he does, it will be dvastating.

EXCERPT:

Though the sun had been down for many hours, Elsabeta Suvoi was still abed. Her lover liked her that way, wanting his woman where she was convenient whenever his lust seized him. Elsabeta was slavishly in love with Mircea Ravagiu. He was violent and insatiable, as cruel in bed as out of it, but she worshipped him. It had been so from the moment they met, after her father’s reluctant invitation to a banchet at his castel. Elsabeta had taken one look atthe black-eyed warrior, saw the lustful gleam in his eyes, and left with him that night against herparents’ wishes. She’d sullied the Suvoi name to become his iubita...and she didn’t care.

He never spoke aloud that he loved her, though often he praised her body for the satisfaction it gave him. He said straightaway she should never expect marriage or offspring, but Elsabeta was a female of her time from a family of women considered mere chattels to their males, so she accepted his domination without argument. Running away with Mircea was her one independent act.

At first horrified by the bloody orgies and attacks upon the deomi, the humans living on the edges of his estate, she now ignored his rapaciousness and his brutal games, letting his prowess in bed distract her. When her lover and his soldati returned from their hunts, she locked herself in her bedchamber, its thick walls drowning out the screams from below. It was the cries of the children cut most into her soul. At those times, she thanked the Oracle Ravagiu swore he’d never get her with child, for it came into her mind should it happen, it might be her own infant shrieking out its life in the castel banquet chamber.

To Elsabeta, Mircea Ravagiu was like one of the dreadful Ancient Ones who devoured its own offspring. She truly believed he wouldn’t hesitate to rip out his own child’s throat and drink its blood should the thought come to him. Yet, with that perversity Nature renders some, she loved the man and never thought to leave him.

She was jerked from her semi-slumber by the chamber door being kicked open, sat up to stare at the figure in the doorway...Mircea, upper body bare, wings hovering around him. They were still quivering, evidence he’d flown rapidly and had just landed. From where she sat, she could hear his harsh panting. He held something in his arms.

“Get dressed.” No words of greeting or love. Just an order.

“Why? What’s the matter?” A loud crashing came through the doorway, voices crying out. “What’s that noise?”

“My men are disposing of the vanjosi.” He answered as calmly as if merely announcing the moon had risen. “Strigoi’s freak’s on his way here and we have to go.”

“You should’ve expected this.” She dared remind him of what he’d done, though it jeopardized her own life. “Did you think you could slaughter his family and he wouldn’t retaliate?”

She’d been horrified when he returned from his brother’s castel announcing they’d been executed by the Prince’s Taietor, didn’t believe it when he said he planned to kill the Shadow Lord and his family. She hadn’t thought he’d succeed and waited to be told he was dead, resigned to living the rest of her days as an outcast for the choice she’d made. And then, Mircea returned, bloodily triumphant...and Janos Strigoi and his wife were dead and their children carried away to be tortured before their blood nourished their father’s enemy.

“I never thought that book-bound scholastic’d have balls enough to take a sword in his hands.” He stalked into the room. The sounds from below got louder, women screaming, men shouting, voices abruptly cut off to be replaced by others just as terrified. “Get up or you’ll join my servants.”

Sliding from the bed, she hastened to obey but as she reached for her chemise and overskirt, he said, “We’re flying. Make certain your wings are unhampered.”

The bundle he held began to move. It squirmed, kicking itself free of the swathing blanket. A plump little leg, an arm...a baby, a little girl-child, tiny and out of place in Mircea’s deadly embrace.

“Dear one.” Elsabeta stopped with the garment in her hands. A sick dread twisted inside her. “W-who’s that?”

“My daughter.” His answer was as short as if he’d bitten the word. “Now.”

Daughter? How can he have a child? Hadn’t he told her he wished no brats, that the only thing he wanted from them was their sweet, immortality-laden blood?

Shrugging her wings out of their concealing pouches, she peered at the infant. The child whimpered, turning her head and holding out her hands. She was blond and blue-eyed, not quite a year old. This is Janos Strigoi’s child. Elsabeta’s heart felt as if it had been wrung dry.

“What are you going to do with her?” Even as she asked the question, she knew she had to prevent it. If she had to risk her own life and finally brave Mircea’s wrath, she couldn’t let him harm this child.

“It’ll be fitting, don’t you think?” His laugh was harsh. “Raising the Shadow Lord’s brat as my own? Teaching her how to be a Ravagiu and some day, letting the survivors know?”

“No! Please…” A woman’s scream floated up to them, dying away in a bloody wail.

“Are you ready?” He thrust the child into her arms. Elsabeta cuddled it against her naked breast, holding the little body tightly. I must do whatever it takes to protect this baby. If it kills me.

He held out his hand.

“Where are we going?” She placed her own in it. He led her toward the window.

“I’m fortunate my brother saw fit to have holdings in other countries and I’ve traveled to them.” One fist struck the shutters, sending them flying. He climbed upon the sill. “We’re going to Budapest. Hold tight to the brat. If you drop her, I’ll kill you.”

He flung himself through the window into the air. Naked as she was, Elsabeta was pulled along, clutching the child. Releasing her hand, Mircea circled and rose swiftly, his body completing a graceful curve as he aimed himself over the trees, Elsabeta trailing after him.

Below them, the killings continued for another hour.

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The Promise

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Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

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Keeping promises is important to Ryan, but keeping his promise to his younger brother David will be hard. David’s final wish is for Ryan to watch over his wife and daughter, but Ryan’s been in love with Shannon for years. This holiday season, Ryan will learn he can keep his promise and still have his heart’s desire.

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I did some more Christmas shopping today, yes I did. Orde...

I did some more Christmas shopping today, yes I did. Ordered just enough so that shipping was free. Gonna give my granddaughter's room a make over with Monster High. 

During most of my work career I was a morning person. And...

During most of my work career I was a morning person. And like most people, I had a set routine that I rarely deviated from. In bed by 8:00, up by 5:00, work by 7:00, except for my two days off a week. Those mornings I would sleep in until six or seven. I loved being up in the mornings, and getting to work early so I could leave early. It was always nice having some of my afternoons left to do whatever I wanted.

Now that I'm fully retired my routine has reversed to where I'm no longer a morning person. Many nights I don't get to bed until 1:00 o'clock or so, and I'll sleep until about eight or nine. If I do make it up earlier I'll take a nap. I've learned to love naps. As long as they're not too long. 

The best naps are when my grandson and I curl up on the sofa and take one together. Used to do that with his sister but she's in school now. Mason will be three in a couple weeks. He thinks he's too old for naps but when he gets quiet, and he brings out his blanket and gets up on the sofa next to me, I know what time it is. 

My daughter and son-in-law went on a three day cruise so ...

My daughter and son-in-law went on a three day cruise so guess what I did from Thursday afternoon until this morning? I did some serious bonding with my grandchildren. We all slept together in their parents king size bed, too.

Monday I get to go to the doctor...so excited! LOL

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