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Chapter Four: A Woman Named Loring
“Buried? For some reason he cringed at that word. His bad feeling about all of this was just getting worse.” (page 53)


Release Day! The foreplay has come to its end. All the soft nuzzles of lips upon nipples, all those sweet kisses on the best of those unmentionables have now disappeared. What remains between us this day is the climax.

Let the thunderous waves of pleasure come, let ecstasy rock the boat you lay upon.

Lay all of your defenses down.

Give in to the hot rush that wants to devour you.

Scream as the orgasm takes hold of your soul and shatters it. Relish the devastation, suck it dry.

And know that tonight, tomorrow, for all time to come I am here to bring you more…

*coughs innocently*

Bet you never had a “Please buy my book” quite like that, huh?

*tosses her salesman’s hat to the floor and kicks it out of sight*

Now back to the blog…

Anybody want to take my shift in my brain today? Seriously. I am bone tired of being so… weird. And I can’t even be weird in a cute and snuggly way. No, I have to be weird in the “Jeez, I hope it’s not catching” way.

Take yesterday as an example.

I spent most of the morning and all the early afternoon literally revving myself up to go to the Fed Ex place (a place I’m very unfamiliar with). There was a very important contract I needed to mail to a new publishing house (details to follow in the next days). Well, by the time I got up the nerve to actually go I had wasted the majority of the day worrying about it. Yeah, dumb, I know. Believe me, I know.

Did I go to the Fed Ex place? Yes. Did I get it mailed? No. After a “comedy” of nervous errors, I was told (while holding on to 2 completed forms and a big envelope I had just bought) that they couldn’t mail the contract to a PO Box.

Yeah, I know this kind of stuff happens all the time to everybody. Fortunately though, for everybody’s sanity, everybody isn’t operating with my brain set.

So, I dragged my pitiful self back home, curled up on the couch and called my Mommy. September 19th was officially shot to h-e-double hockey sticks and I’d gotten zero accomplished… except, of course, for the knotted up stomach and the exhaustion-laced nausea.

Yep, sometimes I wish with all my soul that somebody else was Chloe Stowe and I was a woman named Loring.

Until tomorrow and the afterglow…

Chloe Stowe
www.ravenousromance.com

P.S. *nudge, nudge* “A Woman Named Loring” is one of the title chapters of the day. Got it? Good. Even I get lost sometimes following my line of thinking.


Chapter Five: Home Away from Home
“His eyes popped open and a world of harsh, electric light swallowed him. Trapped in an ice cold fire he couldn’t understand, Cane began to struggle.” (page 65)

Beneath the roiling clouds in the tea-stained sky of North Yorkshire…

Down a snow-speckled alley in Montparnasse…

On a park bench in Prague in spring…
“Ravenscar” now awaits all who search there.

*coughs into her fist a bit uncomfortably*

Admittedly, “Ravenscar” also awaits all on the web this morning as it has officially been released by Dreamspinner Press, and while that is the point it lacks the bit of theatricality our short story definitely deserves in its debut to the world!

Besides, all the places mentioned above are indeed visited by our intrepid lovers, Ayers Bard and Ethan Holloway (you’ll remember him as the “John Doe” of our early February machinations).

For those of you not aware, I wrote “Ravenscar” in a mad dash of creativity over two weeks in late January and early February. The entire chaotic, hair-pulling, wonderfully satisfying, glorious event from conception to last minute edits was shared here on this blog with all of you.

“Ravenscar” is indeed our story.

Below is the official blurb for our baby, along with a link so you can see our story at play with all the big guns at Dreamspinner Press.

I’ve also included a link to my “Ravenscar” board on Pinterest which has 12 pictures, most with captions pointing out specific locales in the story.

Whew! Now, I’ve just got to write 1k on Writhe’s sequel. Long day ahead.

Remember, no evening blog anymore so…
Until tomorrow…
ChloeChloe Stowe

“Ravenscar” at Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/stor...

Pinterest board for “Ravenscar”: http://www.pinterest.com/coradouglas/...

Ethan Holloway, an Indiana doctor, waits on the seawall of Robin Hood’s Bay, England, remembering what brought him there. While serving with the US Army four years ago, Ayers Bard, a British Intelligence officer, saved Ethan’s life after he was left for dead by insurgents. In turn, Ethan rescued Ayers when a second attack struck their position.

A fateful meeting at a bar in Paris finally connected Ethan with his mysterious soldier, and mutual attraction became a love story that spanned years… until Ethan received the call declaring his lover dead. He arrives expecting to find closure and a companion in his grief, but instead discovers unanswered questions and maybe a miracle.