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December 23, 2013
Beth Shriver: Tis The Season
I just love this time of year! One of the reasons is watching and reading old Christmas movies and books. I am very into traditions, so even though my ‘kids’ are now eighteen and twenty, they fully expect to watch each and every one of our favorite Christmas classics. Although the selection has changed through the years as they’ve gotten older, there is still a handful they know we will watch no matter what the age.
Here are a few you may not have heard of or forgot about: The Bishop’s Wife starring Cary Grant, an angel who helps the bishop’s wife raise money for their church. Another is A Midnight Clear set in 1944 staring Gary Sinise about an American Intelligence and reconnaissance unit sent out on a reckless mission on Christmas. The story is even more meaningful with the thought of our troops overseas. Some of the oldies are forgotten, such as Holiday Inn starring Fred Astaire. Another oldie but goodie is White Christmas Starring Bing Crosby.
The movies and books my kids grew up with are becoming outdated with new stories, but we stick to our regulars such as, Charlie Brown is my daughter’s favorite and Elf is my son’s. A Christmas Story is my dad’s first choice, reminding him of a time when he was a boy. My husband counts Die Hard and Trading Places as Christmas movies but I beg-to-differ. My two favorites are It’s a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Carol staring Alistair Sim. And I like to watch them both in black and white although I have the color versions. It feels more real to see movies set back in the day to be the color they were originally. There is no better Scrooge than Alistair and who can top Jimmy Stewart? But then I’m partial as Jimmy is my favorite all time actor.
The book How The Grinch stole Christmas is an all time fav. The Night Before Christmas is one I still like but my teens lost interest awhile ago. I’ll have to wait for grandchildren to read that one again. Some count The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe and I am one of them, only because I liked the book so much:) I went to The Nutcracker play which is popular on stage this time of year but wasn’t crazy about it, and have never wanted to read the book. The Polar Express was popular but it didn’t grab me either.
The Greatest Story Ever Told was a book that I started but didn’t finish. Not because it wasn’t good, because I got distracted and need to finish it one of these days (maybe this Christmas?). The same goes for The Christmas Box but I finally finished that one.
It’s fun to find out likes and dislikes and maybe something new! So…what are your favorites?
Beth Shriver, Author of inspirational fiction Find me on my web page, Facebook, and Twitter. www.bethshriver.com
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December 22, 2013
Jennifer Kacey: A Very Ménage Christmas (Contest)
Holiday traditions are a big part of Christmas for me and my family.
We make holiday cookies, normally at least a dozen different kinds, to share with friends, family, neighbors, and our employees. My ten year old and I decorate the entrance of our property and put up the Christmas tree and other decorations to get in the holiday spirit. I make Christmas cards to send to everyone with lots of pictures throughout the last 12 months. I couldn’t help but put a pic of me at my first book signing this year on the card. Might have to frame the card for my office! Talk about a major milestone. ***happy dance***
On Christmas Eve, we go to the candle light service at church, and then come home to eat summer sausage and cheese and crackers. Before going to bed, we lay out milk and cookies for Santa, because we have to do our part in keeping his strength up!
On Christmas morning we wake up and dump out our stockings and open lots of presents, showing off what we got from the big guy in red. It’s a wonderful day and I love spending it with my family.
To spread a little Christmas cheer I’m going to give away an e-book copy of A Very Ménage Christmas, my newest release from Ellora’s Cave, a bit of naughty swag and a giant candy cane. Once you read the story you’ll know exactly why that particular phallic shaped object needed to be included with your goodies. ***GRINS***
So…tell me your favorite tradition for Christmas and you just might win! Merry Christmas to all and to all a naughty night!!!!!
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Members Only, Book Three
Skye has spent her life being the perfect daughter for her prominent, wealthy parents. She says all the right things, wears all the right clothes…and lies through her teeth about the kind of sex she needs. The bland “gentlemen” she dates don’t know a thing about what gets her going—and when they find out, they run screaming. In her deepest, naughtiest dreams, she finds a man…or two…who knows just how to tie her up and tease her until she’s begging for more. But those guys don’t really exist, do they?
Jackson wants one thing for Christmas, and her name is Skye. He’s watched her from afar for ages, biding his time, waiting for his chance to give her the kind of pleasure she craves. And this Christmas he’s going to get his way. He’s enlisted his buddy Nick and the two of them are going to give Skye a holiday treat she’ll never forget.
Inside Scoop: This holiday threesome features bondage and spanking benches…and creates whole new uses for Christmas lights and candy canes.
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Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
December 21, 2013
Rain, rain, everywhere…
This will be quick! I live on a hilltop in the middle of a forest. Satellite is my only option so far as Internet access is concerned. So when we have thick cloud cover, like we do today, connection to the outside world is spotty. Which is why I have a land line as well as a cell phone, too. Those are just some of the lovely complications those of us who choose isolation over convenience face.
I had already planned for today to be a day off from writing/editing activities. I’ll head to my dd’s this afternoon where we will do some artsy/crafty things at her kitchen table—the last our Christmas preparations. Then we’ll settle on the sofa with hot chocolate and watch back-to-back episodes of Longmire. A very lazy day for me!
We are under flash flood and heavy wind warnings. There’s a possibility of tornado activity too. How’s the weather where you are? How do you plan to spend your day?
December 20, 2013
Alicia Dean: Vampire Diaries Convention & Writing in the World of Mystic Falls
I would like to thank Delilah for inviting me to guest on her blog. It is truly an honor to be here. Delilah has spoken to our writer’s group on a few occasions, and she was phenomenal. This lady knows her stuff about writing. 
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Okay, I have a confession to make. I’m fifty-two years old, and I love all things Vampire Diaries. I adore the show, and I even LOVE going to conventions. I’ve been to two so far, and I will attend more. It’s an amazing time, filled with so many stars and events it boggles the mind.
The last one I attended was this past November 1st through the 3rd in Atlanta, which is not far from Covington, Georgia, the place where Vampire Diaries is filmed. Yep, I went to Mystic Falls! My daughter and I drove 900 miles to attend the convention, and I would go again in a heartbeat (no pun intended), as a matter of fact, my plan is to go the Eyecon convention in Atlanta every fall. If you find yourself in the Atlanta area, you MUST take the time to visit Mystic Falls…er…Covington. Below are some pics from the quaint little town: (recognize anything from the show?)
Back to the convention…
Some of the highlights were:
Seeing Ian, up close and personal, talking to him, getting a hug from him, and having my pic made with him…with his arm around me.
Hanging with other attendees at the hotel bar, and seeing the celebrities relaxing and drinking. One evening, I sat right next to Rob Pralgo (the original Mayor Lockwood), at the bar.
Meeting and listening to Nathaniel Buzolic, who played Kol Mikaelson on TVD. He was a bad, bad guy on the show, but in reality, he is a wonderful person with a strong faith and an uplifting message. His stories and warmth were inspiring to many people. The attendees were buzzing about how amazing he was.
Ian
Q&A’s, photo ops, and autographs. It was unbelievable how entertaining, personable, and funny the celebrities were. Getting a glimpse into their lives and personalities, not to mention some of the behind-the-scenes stories, was awesome. One of my favorite anecdotes was the one told by Ian Somerhalder (Damon), and confirmed by Paul Wesley (Stefan), about a day they were filming when the temperatures were below freezing. Paul had to do a scene where he was lying on the ice-cold ground. During a break, he put his face up to a heat lamp…and burned off the top layer of skin. His face was so cold it was numb, and he had no idea he was searing his flesh. Can you imagine, damaging that gorgeous face like that?
Did I mention Ian?
Here is a my pic with Ian. In case you’re wondering…yes, I was in Heaven!
Do you have any idea how blue his eyes really are? Looking into them is like getting lost in this magical place you never want to leave…and when he looks at you, it’s like he’s really seeing you, really speaking to you. He has this knack of making every one of the thousands of fans in attendance feel like they are important to him. He’s just a very, very special person. Not only because of his extreme, ridiculous hotness, his friendliness, and his talent, but he’s a genuinely good person, a humanitarian.
When I heard about his latest endeavor, I was moved to tears. I think this is a brilliant idea, and I hope they raise tons of money and are able to build these sanctuaries all over the United States. In order to help in a small way, in addition to making a random donation from time to time, I am giving 10% of the royalties I earn from my KindleWorlds stories, both Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl.
About the sanctuary:
From the site:
“While we have tremendous love for all the existing animal sanctuaries, we are aiming for something a little different. ISF intends on creating a safe haven for all the outcast animals that have been neglected, mistreated and ultimately misunderstood. Some may see the potential in an abused animal as ending at the animal’s personal rehabilitation. In our eyes, this is just the beginning. What if ISF provided opportunities for these misfits creatures to continue their emotional journey alongside others who were hurting from a life filled with dejection?
Through the art of compassion, the continuously devastating issue of bullying in our country could be approached in an intensely impactful manner that encourages healthy relationships. We know in our hearts that animals and bullies share common emotional baggage. For example, an abused and neglected pitbull has the power to transform a school bully into a compassionate leader with a shift in benevolent consciousness.”
- See more at: http://www.isfoundation.com/campaign/isf-animal-sanctuary
In addition to the pure joy of the experience, another reason the convention was great for me is that I was able to connect with fans and potential readers. Several months back, Amazon commissioned me to write Vampire Diaries stories for Kindle Worlds, and I published two; What the Heart Wants and Divine Enemy. Writing about my favorite characters in my favorite world—Mystic Falls—was a dream come true. It was SO much fun to make the characters do the things I wanted them to do. What a rush!
Now for a little info about my Vampire Diaries books:
Snippet from What the Heart Wants, Vampire Diaries Book 1
“Hello, love.”
Caroline gasped out a yelp and came to an abrupt stop. Klaus. That familiar, disturbing blend of fear and excitement zipped through her blood. She swallowed hard and glanced around the darkened streets. The empty streets.
She brought her gaze to his. “What do you want, Klaus?”
He gave that sexy—wait, not sexy—irritating smile. His gaze traveled slowly over her body. “Now that’s a loaded question, sweetheart.”
His smooth voice, that accent, cultured yet frightening, sent a shiver over her flesh. “I’m not in the mood for your games. What do you want?”
“I want many things, but even I only have certain expectations of what I can have at any given moment. My most recent wish is to find lover boy. I’ve been out of town for a few days—did you miss me?”
“I didn’t even notice.” God. He hadn’t given up on finding Tyler. Would they ever be free of Klaus’s threats?
He smiled. “Oh, you noticed, sweetheart. Of that I have no doubt. But that’s beside the point. I searched every nook and cranny, every pit, and cave, and hidey-hole where your boyfriend might be skulking. To no avail. Not a sign of him.”
Caroline smiled with relief. “And you’re kind enough to deliver the good news?” A dangerous glint flickered in Klaus’s expression. But she couldn’t resist taunting him. “I appreciate the update, Klaus. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
She made to move past him, but he shot out a hand to stop her. His grip was at once thrilling and painful. She tugged against his hold. “Let me go.”
“Never, love.” His voice lowered, and the threat sounded sensuous. She shook off the thought. The man was a monster. A sick twisted son of a bitch. He murdered Tyler’s mother. Why did she constantly have to remind herself of those things to fight back the attraction she felt? An attraction she hated to acknowledge, even to herself. She’d give up blood before she would admit it out loud. She compressed her lips and remained silent.
“What I want is for you to tell me where your boyfriend is hiding. Save us both a lot of headaches. I can stop this incessant search, and you could quit worrying about his death and start to accept it, start the grieving process. I’ll be here for a shoulder to cry on.”
She jerked again, and this time he released her. “You’re despicable. I don’t know where Tyler is, and if I did, there’s no way in hell I’d tell you.”
He crooked a grin and shook his head. “Do you really love someone who can run like that and leave you to save his own skin?”
She ignored the truth in his words. The truth that had been weighing on her mind for days. But that was ridiculous. She’d wanted him to run. Insisted he run. “What good would it do us if Tyler were dead?”
Klaus moved closer, and although she wanted to move away, she couldn’t, even when she summoned all the strength, all the willpower she could. He was so . . . close. Her heart stalled in her chest. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak.
“If I loved a woman like he loves you—supposedly loves you—I would risk death or eternal torment to be with you.”
BIO:
I live in Edmond, Oklahoma. I have three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. I have dreamed of being an author since I was a young child. There is no feeling in the world like seeing your dreams fulfilled, and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote my first romance at age 11, and my hero looked just like Elvis Presley (which I plainly stated in the story as my description ). I still have that story, but I hope I have learned and grown as a writer over the years.
I write suspense and paranormal, among a few other random genres from time to time. I am a launch author for Amazon Kindle Worlds, with two Vampire Diaries stories and one Gossip Girl story. I currently have a total of approximately nineteen novels and short stories published.
Other than reading and writing, my passions are MLB, NFL, and watching my favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Justified, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, I will forever be a fan). My favorite authors, and this is only a small sampling, are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Jonathan Kellerman… I could go on and on. Oh yeah, and I am still an avid Elvis Presley fan.
Please visit my website/blog at: www.AliciaDean.com
December 19, 2013
Just a Quick, Silly Question…
Look down at your nails right now. What color nail polish are you wearing?
I’m wearing a surfer, aqua blue. I don’t know why I chose it from the dozens of bottles I have collected over the years, and which sit in a large Rubbermaid box on a shelf in my bathroom. I’m not sure I like it, but I’ll wear it for a couple of days and see what happens. Nail color affects my mood. Or is it my mood that affects my color choice? Hmmm…
Anyway, I went to this website to see what my color choice meant: The Beauty Gypsy
BlueForget any tranquil associations – when worn as a nail polish, blue is not for the faint of heart. It’s fun and experimental, giving the impression that you live an adrenaline-filled lifestyle full of constant excitement. In short, blue nail polish tells the world that you are youthful, fun and willing to try new things.
Share what your color choice says about you!
December 18, 2013
Cyndi Faria: Men in Uniform and a Case of Heroitis (Free Read & Contest)
Delilah, thank you, again, for having me guest post! In celebration of this week’s release of A Promise Worth Honoring (#FREE Kindle today and tomorrow), I’ll be giving away one copy each of my first two novellas.
But first, let’s talk about men in uniform, specifically firefighters… the navy, fitted, button-down shirt pressed to perfection that tugs across an Adonis shape, the bulging biceps ready to carry any damsel in distress to safety at a moment’s notice, the creased slacks that hang off a taut waist and conceal supportive thighs… the honorable and compassionate nature and calendar-worthy smile…
Fanning self…
A few years ago in New York, stuck in an elevator with to-die-for-blue-eyed-from-the-Bronx “Andy,” my once articulate speech faded to gibberish.
And he just smiled… I can only describe the sudden physical reaction to a feverish case of Heroitis.
In my opinion, the only thing more attractive than a man in uniform is an entire squad. Lucky for me, as I drive through my true life single-stop-sign town, I pass by the local Fire Station. And they are much more than sex objects. These men support blood drives, offer their station as a voting place, stage chili cook-offs, and serve as headquarters for the annual lighting of the Christmas tree parade and May Day Festival. In our close knit community, these men are our friends, uncles, husbands, brothers, and sons, who prove their dedication to serve the community every day.
Will Love Triumph Over Family Expectations?
In the fictional town of Safe Haven, Fire Station 81 contains men of equal caliber and commitment within the community. Sons are expected to follow in their father’s footsteps.
Some sons fully embrace such a commitment.
But others—
GROOMED TO UPHOLD TRADITION
Safe Haven Fire Cadet Garrett Parker has been groomed to be a firefighter just like the four generations of Parker men before him. Fighting fires is in his blood and he’s bound by a death-bed promise to his father to uphold family tradition.
Crowned For Self-Sacrifice
But Maggie Pritchard, Garrett’s best friend and reigning Miss Safe Haven, is the only one who realizes his secret fear of confined spaces threatens his ability to become a fire fighter, as well as keeps him from learning there’s more to life than riding on other’s expectations.
Will Best Friends Sacrifice Tradition To Find Happily Ever After?
When Maggie partners with Garrett in the homecoming pageant dance competition, will the pair rise and face their greatest fear of disappointing others in time to find their happily ever after?
To read Garrett and Maggie’s story and find out if they achieve their HEA, I’m offering A Promise Worth Honoring for FREE today, just follow the link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HBX6XD2.
Want to have a chance at winning eBook copies of novellas 1 and 2 in the Promises Collection? Answer the question below in the comments.
Have you ever witnessed or experienced Heroitis? Was he a fireman, police officer, other? Please share your symptoms…
THE BIG PRIZE: Interested in entering a chance to win a $25 Gift Card to Amazon? Go to www.cyndifaria.com to learn more.
December 17, 2013
Taking a poll!
I’ll be writing the first story in a new, sexy novella series for Samhain in January. It’s paranormal. The heroines are witches. And that’s as much as I know about the stories right now. I could use your help. Are you tired of vamps? Of werewolves? Would you like to see something fresh in the way of paranormal beings? For fun, take the poll below and let me know what you’d like to see. And if you have more ideas, leave a comment and I’ll add your monstery choice!
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December 16, 2013
Tonya Renee Callihan: The Proposition
Hello,
I must start by saying it’s an honor to be here on Delilah’s blog. When I told her I would be a guest on her blog and she said sure…I had to read the email like three times to be sure.
A Bit about Me and My Writing
I grew up in a very conservative family. Sex was never mentioned, and when it was, it wasn’t in good lighting. Most of my family believe sex is for marriage and producing offspring. So, imagine my surprise when I snuck a romance novel from my mom’s box of books and read the sex scenes. Wow! I was captivated. I started to sneak more and more books away to read. At the age of 13, I knew I wanted to be a romance writer. I have many stories I wrote during high school, but I’m afraid to go back these days and read them :/
So in 2010, my long awaited dream came true, Secret Cravings Publishing published my first erotic romance novel, NIGHT PROMISES. That’s the moment I knew I could do this. I had what it took to be a writer.
Sadly to say that’s the only book I have had published. Life has a funny way of stepping in sometimes. I became pregnant shortly after my first book was published, at the end of my pregnancy it was difficult. Also, I had my grandmother who was battling cancer, and my uncle, her son, who also was diagnosed with terminal cancer. My grandmother thankfully beat her cancer, but my uncle passed away hours after my son was born. And most recently, the same grandmother as before was diagnosed with cancer once again. She just had surgery and we are waiting for details of what is to come.
The main thing is I’ve never stopped writing and writing down ideas. I just haven’t focused much of my attention to publication again…until the past four months.
I currently have a book titled, CLAIMED, in edits with MuseItUp Publishing! And I’m venturing out into the world of Indie Publishing.
My First Indie Release
I am expecting this book to release early January, about to send it off for edits now.
THE PROPOSITION (Part 1 of The Mistaken Identity Series)
After being mistaken as a hooker Krystal decides to go with it, especially when men her father owes half a million to finds her and demands she find a way to pay up or suffer the consequences. Victor Wilcox is offering Krystal more money than she ever imagined a call girl making in duration of her entire career as a hooker.
Victor is on a mission to find some bratty daughter for the Mayor of Nevada, no reason he shouldn’t enjoy the company of a beautiful, willing woman while he’s on his manhunt. And Krystal seems like the perfect escape to his failed marriage and dealing with a crass Mayor who believes everything is owed to him.
When Victor lays out his proposition on the table, will it make Krystal run in the opposite direction—especially when he tells her about the kinky lifestyle he leads?
A Sneak Peak at the Story
“You think I’m a hooker!” Gasping Krystal nearly dropped her martini glass. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”
“I’m in no mood to play games, what was it, Krystal?”
“Yes, Krystal! I’m not playing games,” she placed her glass on the bar and crossed her arms almost stubbornly.
“Look, I don’t really like to talk business out in the open,” he tilted his head towards the V.I.P area. “If you would like to join me somewhere more private we both can lay all of our cards on the table.”
Licking her lips Krystal glanced towards the area he was referring. A tall, muscular bouncer stood guard, several beautiful women tried to saunter passed the man, but he was firm. Krystal had to admit she was surprised. Glancing back at Victor, the man who had bought her a drink only twenty minutes and nearly wooed her panties off, was starting to get under her skin. Even in dark jeans and a cream sweater he looked like old money. When he had walked in the room it was like he owned the place, every man wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be with him. Why had he picked her? Because he believed she was a call girl.
“I’ll follow your lead,” she said slipping off her bar stool.
“Good girl,” he murmured grasping her elbow and walking forward.
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December 15, 2013
Mychael Black: Broken Men
There’s something intensely sexy about broken men. Maybe it’s the shred of humanity lingering inside, waiting for the right person to draw it out. Maybe it’s a single act that proves the man in question indeed has a heart and a soul. Whatever it is, I’ve always been a sucker for such guys in stories.
Such men usually fall into the anti-hero category as well–another literary weakness of mine. Lord knows folks are probably tired of hearing me ramble on about how much I absolutely adore Heathcliff (Wuthering Heights). He was my first anti-hero, the first one to spark what has become something of an obsession.
I’ve written a few anti-heroes over the years, and every one of them remain close to my heart for one reason or another: Triarius (Inferi Brotherhood), Braen (Secrets of Socendor), the list goes on. But there is another favorite that I didn’t write; Shayne did.
“Shattered Dreams” was written for Phaze Books’ Obsession line back in 2008, 2009. It’s a weird mix of modern, dark fantasy, and science fiction, with plenty of paranormal and magic thrown in for good measure. The character I wrote is Li–Kulisael–a demon commander. Shayne’s character is Cody Slate, a human wizard capable of immense power and driven by unfathomable revenge.
When we wrote “Shattered Dreams,” we weren’t sure how folks would respond to it. It doesn’t have a truly happy ending. More of a ‘kinda-happy-for-now’ ending, really. But it’s one of our stories that’s stayed with me over the years.
Cody truly is a broken man, hellbent on revenge against everyone–including his ex-lover, Li. Li, for his part, had nothing to do with the events that led Cody down a path of destruction. He also still harbors love for the human–a love that threatens to completely destroy them both.
But…love prevails. Sort of. Or maybe Li just got tired of waiting for Cody to get a grip and decided to take matters into his own hands. Either way, the two star-crossed lovers remain a favorite pair of broken men for me.
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Bio:
Howdy!
Call me Katherine or Mychael–I’ll answer to both. I’m a mother, partner, student, author by trade, and editor by compulsion. I’ve been in the publishing business for several years, namely as a writer but also as an editor on occasion. It never fails, though. I always end up editing eventually.
I’m a proud bibliophile, to which my poor sagging bookcases can attest. I read all the time, namely fantasy and romance.
When not writing or reading or editing, I…eat. Maybe sleep. Or watch Spongebob. Yes. I am a self-proclaimed, thirty-something year old Spongebob Squarepants addict. Much to my partner’s dismay. It’s fun.
If you’re curious about what I write (and who wouldn’t be?!), then you can find me below:
http://www.mychaelblackbooks.com/
http://www.mychaelblackbooks.com/category/blog/
http://www.facebook.com/mychael.black
https://twitter.com/kjohnson1976
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Shattered Dreams
by Shayne Carmichael & Mychael Black
Sometimes happily ever after just doesn’t happen. Cody knows his lover, Li, is a demon. Yet he remains with him, waiting for Li to tell him the truth. The truth never comes, but Li’s brother, Vaul, tries to destroy Cody in a vicious attack. Because the demon seems to know every one of Cody’s magical secrets, Cody can’t defend himself.
What’s left of Cody is sent to a suspension chamber and requires twenty-cycles to regenerate a body. As the time passes, Cody, trapped inside a medallion, learns and grows more powerful. Anger becomes twisted rage that only thirsts for revenge. Near insane when he steps out of the chamber, Cody sets out to destroy every demon present at the attack, make Li pay for his betrayal, and to destroy Vaul.
“Kulisael.”
Li cursed under his breath and turned. “Yes? Do I know you?”
The man who spoke was taller than Li’s six and a half feet. Looking at the black and white uniform with red insignia patches, Li knew this demon was high level.
“I thought as much,” the man said dryly. He smirked at Li.
“What do you want?” Li started backing up, and the man advanced.
“You are required to return home.”
“Home?” Li shook his head, not once looking away from the coal-black eyes staring through him. “I no longer have a home.”
The man pulled out a small square card and handed it to Li. “Your service is requested.”
“Something tells me this isn’t a volunteer thing,” Li remarked. The man simply laughed. Then he was gone in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck.”
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Skulking on the outer fringes of Caeunial, Cody stayed well away from its demon populace. He had his own agenda to take care of, and the thirst for vengeance had led him here. It fucking figured it would be the one place Cody really didn’t want to be. Keeping a low profile in the midst of demons, as a human, wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Sitting in front of the small fire he’d set to ward off the chill of the coming night, Cody stared into the black flames.
“I thought I might find you here.”
Cody didn’t freeze with the sound of the voice, but he refused to turn around and look at the speaker. He knew who it was. “That’s odd. I didn’t think I would find you here.”
“I was on my way to…work.” The speaker emerged from the shadows and knelt across from Cody, on the other side of the fire. “You look worse for the wear.”
“You were called in to deal with the zombie problem, weren’t you?” Cody’s gaze remained on the fire as he reached into the pack near him. Pulling out a can, he opened it and drank his dinner. “Are you going to provide additional incentive from the Counsel to hire me on?”
“How do you know any of that?”
Shrugging, Cody tossed the empty can back into the pack. “They already tried to hire me. I told them ‘no thank you’. I just didn’t think they would bring you into it.”
“I don’t know what they’ve called me in for. And I guess it’s safe to assume that you’re still pissed off.”
“Now why would I be pissed off?” Finally looking over at Li, Cody gave his ex-lover a bland look. Li hadn’t changed one bit. The demon still was one of the most incredibly handsome creatures Cody had ever seen. From the top of his golden blond curls to the innocent looking features of an angel, Li had eternal youth and extraordinary good looks on his side.
“Why else would you storm out?” Li asked him. “Why else would you turn away from everything?”
“Things change. Didn’t anybody ever tell you that? I learned the hard way myself.” Cody had found out in a hard way exactly what Li was. In the lesson, he wasn’t given a chance to choose, either by Li or the demons who’d damn near killed him.
“Fair enough.” Li stood and ran his fingers through his hair. “For what it’s worth, I haven’t changed, Cody.”
“That mean you still don’t tell the truth?” Cody stood and went to a pile of small sticks. Picking up several of them, he turned back to throw them into the fire.
“What?”
“Never mind. Water under the bridge, Li.” In a more conversational tone, Cody asked, “So, are you going to wade into the zombie problem?” Internally, Cody cursed the Counsel. Whether it was deliberate or not, sending Li into it would be an excellent way to drag Cody in as well.
Li eyed him dubiously. “If that’s what my orders are, then that’s what I must do.”
“Never one to do what you want to do, or what you really should do, are you, Li?” Cody tried to keep his own personal issues out of it, but it was hard to do. “You’re on your way to the Scarlet Chapel, then.”
“Excuse me?” Li stepped closer and glared at Cody. “I went against laws you have no concept of, just to be with you!”
Those laws had been beaten into his body by a group of extremely angry demons, and Cody had precious little use for them.
December 14, 2013
Flashback: Girls Girls Girls (Contest)
We’re loading up the kids and heading to Hot Springs this morning because, at last, we have time to catch a showing of the latest Thor. So this will be quick!
F/f fun isn’t to everyone’s taste, I understand this, but I have a story in this collection about a very happily married woman whose husband very generously allows his wife to have a sexy adventure with the boss’s wife. So you’ll get snippets of the m/f along with, I hope, a funny bit of f/f play.
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Single-sex liaisons that make straight women curious and drive men wild. Including original fiction from Delilah Devlin, Valerie Grey, Primula Bond, Elizabeth Coldwell and Chrissie Bentley.
Sapphic love has proven to be one of the most enduring forms of erotic pleasure since the first frolicking nymphs were painted upon the side of amphorae. But the secret love of women, without male participation, will never be old hat, because there will always be something deliciously forbidden and titillatingly taboo about the seductions, indiscretions and trysts of one woman with another. And Mischief wouldn’t be a leading publisher of erotica if it didn’t explore, update and let loose these very special feminine lusts of one girl for another.
From “MARMALADE” in GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS
Dressed in a silk robe I’d found on a hook behind the bathroom door, I sat at the breakfast table with Tess. We waved through the window at the men as they climbed into Bob’s Beemer. The men smiled. Greg gave a waggle of his eyebrows, and then they were gone.
When my gaze returned to her, she smiled like the Cheshire cat. “This is nice,” she said peering at me over the rim of her tea cup. “Just us girls. How ever will we entertain ourselves?”
I bit the corner of my lip, a blush beginning to heat my cheeks because she looked like a movie star, and her robe had parted, revealing a deep, luscious décolletage. I had a weakness for lovely bosoms, something Greg indulged with the porno flicks he brought home, featuring generously endowed women.
Tess set her cup in her saucer and leaned over the table. “Do you mind doing something for me?”
My glance darted up from her chest. Since Greg had been so adamant about his suspicions, I already had an inkling what would happen this day. I nodded, hoping my husband hadn’t been dead wrong. “What do you have in mind, Tess?” I asked, keeping my expression open and innocent.
Her lush mouth pursed. “I thought we might get to know each other. You’re really very lovely. So petite. I couldn’t help noticing. Do you mind opening your robe, my dear. I’ve been dying to see your breasts.”
I cleared my throat. “My breasts. You want to see them?”
“Yes, dear. Now.”
My nipples tingled, beginning to slowly ripen. “Um, is my husband’s job at risk?” I asked, my voice small and breathy. I glanced up from beneath my eyelashes, letting her know this was part of the game, something that pleased me, pretending reluctance because I wanted my sexual partner to be in charge.
Her mouth twitched then flattened. Her chin rose to a haughty angle. “You don’t have to do a thing, my dear. However, you should know that when I’m pleased, so is Bob.”
“Oh,” I sank my teeth into my lower lip and let my gaze slide away. Then holding my breath, I leaned back in my seat and eased aside the lapels of the floral silk robe, one side at a time, holding the belt closed to preclude a view of anything farther south. The lapels framed my breasts. “They’re small,” I said, feeling like I should apologize.
“Your nipples aren’t.” She rose in her seat and reached across to tug on a lengthening stem.
I hadn’t expected her to be quite that bold. I drew in a deep, jagged breath. Arousal bloomed, dampening my pussy and likely leaving a wet spot beneath me. By her hard challenging stare, I didn’t think she’d mind.
Her fingertips tightened painfully on my nipple, and she pulled, drawing me off my chair and around the table until I bent over her, breasts level with her mouth. She turned her seat to face me, then leaned forward and tongued the other nipple which already protruded.
Everything was happening so fast, all I could do was react. All thoughts of how I must look or sound flew out of my head. I gasped and whimpered as she twisted the one nipple and lavished its twin with succulent tugs and wicked flicks. My nipples drew tighter, dimpling, the tips elongating. Glancing down, I loved the way her mouth sucked on one of them like a straw, drawing so hard I felt the pull all the way to my cunt. I grasped the arms of her chair and arched my back to thrust my breasts closer, mashing the one she suckled against her face.
Her chuckle was muffled and dry. When she pulled back, she raised a brow. “It’s quite warm in here. You don’t really need that robe, do you?” she said, pinching both my nipples hard.
I glanced out the window, at the long manicured lawn and the lakeshore that rimmed the edge. There wasn’t a soul around to see me as I eagerly shimmied out of the robe, letting it puddle on the floor behind me. I clasped my hands in front of my pussy, assuming a modest stance.
Her gaze raked my body, lingering on my pussy before coming back to my face. “You’re pretty. I can see why Greg dotes. Do you lead him around by your pretty cunt?”
I was shocked by her words, but not disgusted. Pleasure melted from inside me, glazing my inner thighs. “I like him taking the lead,” I said softly, then even softer still, I added, “I like it even better when he forces me to do…things.”
She nodded crisply and let go of my tit. Her back stiffened as she faced forward again, pushed her dishes away, then tapped the table top in front of her. “Lie on the table, legs spread in front of me. I like a little marmalade on my muffin.”
Dazed by the hard, commanding note in her voice, I found myself backing up to the table, giving a little hop that jiggled my buttocks. Then I lifted my legs and scooted toward her.
Centered, I peered at her set expression through my parted legs and placed my feet on her chair’s armrests. Her features remained neutral, her eyes narrowed. Not until I was staring at the ceiling did I realize how eager I was, how completely and deliciously she dominated me.
Cool gel landed on my mound, and I glanced down to where she spooned apple jelly onto my pussy—two large spoonfuls, which she proceeded to distribute with her long, tapered fingers.
Sticky jelly cooled my swelling outer lips.
“I like that it’s bare,” she said, her voice uninflected. Then she bent and stuck out her tongue to lick at the mess she’d made. “I love jam on a hot, toasted muffin.”
