Cherie Noel's Blog, page 37
October 28, 2011
Getting it Up: Fire & Ice #10
Here it is babies.
Enjoy.
Fire & Ice #10
Shock punched Ryan square in the chest. Josh made a choked noise. Ryan looked at Simeon, took in his faintly annoyed expression, then raised his eyes to lock gazes with Joshua. There was a beat of silence.Then laughter boomed through the room. Ryan tried to speak, choked on his own spit, and then gave up and lay shaking, tears streaming down his face, holding an equally incoherent Simeon in one arm and Josh in the other. After several minutes they all wound down sufficiennty to be able to draw breath without immediately bursting back into raucous laughter. Ryan wiped his eyes."Simeon, Josh's dad did hear you. And he wants us…no, he wants Josh, to come to Hell for a while. He's told Josh that the only way he can get out of you having to go there in his stead is to gather the things he's put onto an impossible scavenger hunt list, or…and he didn't say this part, but he told Josh once that he'll always accept his son's unconditional return to Hell. Forever."Josh wiped his head back and forth, not so much in negation, but more in a shamed display of anguish. Simeon's jaw dropped. What kind of father?Oh."You mean—Lucifer is Josh's father?"Ryan braced himself for Simeon's rejection. He was the only one who'd ever dealt well with Josh being Satan's son. Ryan wasn't sure that a virginal, extremely sheltered frost elemental would be able to deal with the implications without painting Josh with the same tarnished reputation his father struggled with. In Ryan's opinion, Lucifer actually wasn't that bad a guy. He'd had a big disagreement with the big guy, and then everyone started treating him like shit. No one had ever listened to his side of things. It was understandable that he was a might short tempered after all this time. Even J.C. lost his cool on occasion, but the big guy never got pissed about that. And really, where was the fairness in that? Simeon's eyes were huge, and his face had gone just as pale as in the seconds before he fainted. Ryan shook him, lightly, and spoke sharply."Simeon. Simeon, Josh is still the same guy. He's good. He's honorable. And I love him."Josh made a soft, pained sound. He turned into Ryan, burying his face in the crook of the angel's neck, with his clean shaven face turned into the broad curve of Ryan's white feathered wings. Simeon made an inarticulate squeeking sound somewhere between a scared mouse fleeing an owl's outstretched talons and an angry babe demanding a mother's attention.Simeon cleared his throat and tried again."I never said he changed Ryan. Who have you two been spending time with that you'd assume I was going to think so badly of him?"Simeon shook his head, bewilderment clear on his face. He reached forward, his hand settling as lightly as the kiss of an angel's wing on the upturned face of the mortal they guarded. Ryan marveled at the sight. He'd never seen anyone touch Josh so reverently except him. Josh quivered against him. Simeon's fingers trembled discernibly as he smoothed them down over Josh's shoulder.Ryan's skin prickled. He glanced up quickly, amazement turning his insides to liquid gold. The sunshine of the presence before him soothed him. He drew in a shaking breath. Everything would be fine now. He knew his friend couldn't take sides, but to have his support this way?Oh. Oh, wow."Josh, Simeon. I'd like you to meet my friend, J.C."
*****
Simeon looked up, and his heart melted. The most beautiful being he'd ever seen stood at the foot of their bed, his arms outstretched in what could only be a benediction."Give him to me."Ryan's mouth dropped open.Simeon's brow crinkled.Did he…could he mean Josh? If this being was who Simeon thought he was, then surely this went against some sort of protocol."Ah, and who might you be, sir? I mean, I think I know who you are, but…you aren't going to punish him are you? Take me instead, please. I think maybe Josh has been hurt enough already."The being turned burning eyes, every color of the sky on Simeon, and suddenly the little frost elemental who had never been warm enough was burning alive. A voice whispered in his mind, and the whisper was as the roaring of canons and lions. The thunder of Heaven itself rolled in the small confine of Simeon's mind and he froze, suspended above the vastness of eternity."You would take his pain, Simeon of the Elementals, daughter of my mother?"Simeon shuddered."Yes, sir, I would."The eyes bore into Simeon a moment, an eternity longer, and then in a flash of laughter softer than springs first shoot unfurling to the warming sun a laugh wrapped round the three on the bed, tying then inexorably together with visible strands of gold."So be it, Simeon of the Elementals. You shall be bound to these two troublemakers, and they shall bear your pain and joy as you bear theirs."Something warm, unbearably sweet and full and endless opened in Simeon's chest. The painful stretch as his soul filled to overflowing with beauty and love brought tears to Simeon's eyes. Josh gasped, his eyes wild and filled with fear."Oh, J.C., what have you done? Now both our fathers have claim on him."J.C. smiled, an enigmatic curl of his plush lips over his wide mouth. "Yes, Josh. I know. And he is too pure, too beautiful for us to allow either one of them to sully his hearth, isn't he?"He shimmered then, before fading slowing into the ether. Simeon was sure then just whom he'd been talking to."Er, guys, I'm pretty sure I know who that was…but what did he just do to us?"Ryan answered in a shaking, awestruck voice."Yeah, Simeon, that was the son of God. And he just bound the three of us tighter than Josh and I ever could have, and in doing so bound you forever to both Heaven and Hell."
Enjoy.
Fire & Ice #10
Shock punched Ryan square in the chest. Josh made a choked noise. Ryan looked at Simeon, took in his faintly annoyed expression, then raised his eyes to lock gazes with Joshua. There was a beat of silence.Then laughter boomed through the room. Ryan tried to speak, choked on his own spit, and then gave up and lay shaking, tears streaming down his face, holding an equally incoherent Simeon in one arm and Josh in the other. After several minutes they all wound down sufficiennty to be able to draw breath without immediately bursting back into raucous laughter. Ryan wiped his eyes."Simeon, Josh's dad did hear you. And he wants us…no, he wants Josh, to come to Hell for a while. He's told Josh that the only way he can get out of you having to go there in his stead is to gather the things he's put onto an impossible scavenger hunt list, or…and he didn't say this part, but he told Josh once that he'll always accept his son's unconditional return to Hell. Forever."Josh wiped his head back and forth, not so much in negation, but more in a shamed display of anguish. Simeon's jaw dropped. What kind of father?Oh."You mean—Lucifer is Josh's father?"Ryan braced himself for Simeon's rejection. He was the only one who'd ever dealt well with Josh being Satan's son. Ryan wasn't sure that a virginal, extremely sheltered frost elemental would be able to deal with the implications without painting Josh with the same tarnished reputation his father struggled with. In Ryan's opinion, Lucifer actually wasn't that bad a guy. He'd had a big disagreement with the big guy, and then everyone started treating him like shit. No one had ever listened to his side of things. It was understandable that he was a might short tempered after all this time. Even J.C. lost his cool on occasion, but the big guy never got pissed about that. And really, where was the fairness in that? Simeon's eyes were huge, and his face had gone just as pale as in the seconds before he fainted. Ryan shook him, lightly, and spoke sharply."Simeon. Simeon, Josh is still the same guy. He's good. He's honorable. And I love him."Josh made a soft, pained sound. He turned into Ryan, burying his face in the crook of the angel's neck, with his clean shaven face turned into the broad curve of Ryan's white feathered wings. Simeon made an inarticulate squeeking sound somewhere between a scared mouse fleeing an owl's outstretched talons and an angry babe demanding a mother's attention.Simeon cleared his throat and tried again."I never said he changed Ryan. Who have you two been spending time with that you'd assume I was going to think so badly of him?"Simeon shook his head, bewilderment clear on his face. He reached forward, his hand settling as lightly as the kiss of an angel's wing on the upturned face of the mortal they guarded. Ryan marveled at the sight. He'd never seen anyone touch Josh so reverently except him. Josh quivered against him. Simeon's fingers trembled discernibly as he smoothed them down over Josh's shoulder.Ryan's skin prickled. He glanced up quickly, amazement turning his insides to liquid gold. The sunshine of the presence before him soothed him. He drew in a shaking breath. Everything would be fine now. He knew his friend couldn't take sides, but to have his support this way?Oh. Oh, wow."Josh, Simeon. I'd like you to meet my friend, J.C."
*****
Simeon looked up, and his heart melted. The most beautiful being he'd ever seen stood at the foot of their bed, his arms outstretched in what could only be a benediction."Give him to me."Ryan's mouth dropped open.Simeon's brow crinkled.Did he…could he mean Josh? If this being was who Simeon thought he was, then surely this went against some sort of protocol."Ah, and who might you be, sir? I mean, I think I know who you are, but…you aren't going to punish him are you? Take me instead, please. I think maybe Josh has been hurt enough already."The being turned burning eyes, every color of the sky on Simeon, and suddenly the little frost elemental who had never been warm enough was burning alive. A voice whispered in his mind, and the whisper was as the roaring of canons and lions. The thunder of Heaven itself rolled in the small confine of Simeon's mind and he froze, suspended above the vastness of eternity."You would take his pain, Simeon of the Elementals, daughter of my mother?"Simeon shuddered."Yes, sir, I would."The eyes bore into Simeon a moment, an eternity longer, and then in a flash of laughter softer than springs first shoot unfurling to the warming sun a laugh wrapped round the three on the bed, tying then inexorably together with visible strands of gold."So be it, Simeon of the Elementals. You shall be bound to these two troublemakers, and they shall bear your pain and joy as you bear theirs."Something warm, unbearably sweet and full and endless opened in Simeon's chest. The painful stretch as his soul filled to overflowing with beauty and love brought tears to Simeon's eyes. Josh gasped, his eyes wild and filled with fear."Oh, J.C., what have you done? Now both our fathers have claim on him."J.C. smiled, an enigmatic curl of his plush lips over his wide mouth. "Yes, Josh. I know. And he is too pure, too beautiful for us to allow either one of them to sully his hearth, isn't he?"He shimmered then, before fading slowing into the ether. Simeon was sure then just whom he'd been talking to."Er, guys, I'm pretty sure I know who that was…but what did he just do to us?"Ryan answered in a shaking, awestruck voice."Yeah, Simeon, that was the son of God. And he just bound the three of us tighter than Josh and I ever could have, and in doing so bound you forever to both Heaven and Hell."
Friday: Fire & Ice
Keep your shirts on, babies. I'm gonna get it up today.
Heh.
The post gutter babies, the post.
*facepalm*
*sigh*
The Blog Post?
Next installment of the story?
(though as I haven't the right equipment, it'd be a neat trick for me to get what YOU were thinking up.)
Just joshing. Give me a bit more Java and a couple of rocking tunes and I'll make sure to get a good 1,000 words or so of the ongoing saga up for y'all.
Smooches!
Heh.
The post gutter babies, the post.
*facepalm*
*sigh*
The Blog Post?
Next installment of the story?
(though as I haven't the right equipment, it'd be a neat trick for me to get what YOU were thinking up.)
Just joshing. Give me a bit more Java and a couple of rocking tunes and I'll make sure to get a good 1,000 words or so of the ongoing saga up for y'all.
Smooches!
October 24, 2011
Manic Monday
The rain started while I was on my way to do laundry this morning. The morning is cold and grey, chill seeping in around the edges of my sweater, and I want more than anything to just curl up in bed with a good book and dream the day away.
Heh.
I have way too much to do though. And really? I love my job. I love dreaming up characters, or more accurately, getting out of the way when they start talking.
So here's the line up for the week.
Write. Write some more. Edit. Edit some more. Get stuff done at home, clean and unpack and ...yeah, don't wanna bore you with the details.
Let's just say I need to get 2,500 to 5,000 words a day for the next five days. Um, and get the laundry done, the living room re-arranged, and the dining room unpacked. The household stuff needs to get done by tomorrow. The writing stuff needs to get done asap. Blogs to write,and more and more.
I'm off to get stuff done.
Ciao Babies.
Heh.
I have way too much to do though. And really? I love my job. I love dreaming up characters, or more accurately, getting out of the way when they start talking.
So here's the line up for the week.
Write. Write some more. Edit. Edit some more. Get stuff done at home, clean and unpack and ...yeah, don't wanna bore you with the details.
Let's just say I need to get 2,500 to 5,000 words a day for the next five days. Um, and get the laundry done, the living room re-arranged, and the dining room unpacked. The household stuff needs to get done by tomorrow. The writing stuff needs to get done asap. Blogs to write,and more and more.
I'm off to get stuff done.
Ciao Babies.
October 22, 2011
Saturday at the Library
Fall is here.
Chilly winds and a hint of specters in the wind.
A taste of cold rains in the air.
My favorite time of year shook out her pretty skirts while I was way down yonder in New Orleans, land of dreams. I returned home to shiver in delight.
I know.
I'm a weirdo.
*shrugs*
Eh, but I do love the fall. Something about being able to snuggle into the couch with a warm cup of tea, curled under a fluffy blanket with a good book.
My idea of a very good time indeed.
More later babies.
I've writing to do.
Chilly winds and a hint of specters in the wind.
A taste of cold rains in the air.
My favorite time of year shook out her pretty skirts while I was way down yonder in New Orleans, land of dreams. I returned home to shiver in delight.
I know.
I'm a weirdo.
*shrugs*
Eh, but I do love the fall. Something about being able to snuggle into the couch with a warm cup of tea, curled under a fluffy blanket with a good book.
My idea of a very good time indeed.
More later babies.
I've writing to do.
October 21, 2011
Shiny, Pretty Things
I couldn't be more pleased with the fabulous cover the amazing Reese Dante created for Silver Publishing's 25 Days of Christmas...of which *squee* I shall be a participating member. Color me extremely excited!
Oh babies, it's lava-lava burning hot, and just perfect for my boys...how does she DO that? Reese is magic, and isn't that just perfect for the season?
Le sigh. There is my sexy Professor Neil, in all his glory. Thanks Reese. You rock out loud.
Oh babies, it's lava-lava burning hot, and just perfect for my boys...how does she DO that? Reese is magic, and isn't that just perfect for the season?
Le sigh. There is my sexy Professor Neil, in all his glory. Thanks Reese. You rock out loud.
Friday Five: Five Extraordinary Things
That's my theme again today.
Extraordinary Things.
Because, well, death has rested his cold hand on my shoulder a time or two. And I know that life comes with no guarantees. So today I'm posting a list of Extraordinary Things I want in my life. And then I'm gonna go out and find them.
One amazing moment at a time.
The List:
1)Finish up and sub three novels by Christmas.
2)Write a segment of Rue and Woe's story every month.
3)Stand up for someone in a tangible, personal way. RL support.
4)Finish unpacking (for me? this would be an Extraordinary Thing, LOL)
5)Finish my cd. Yeah, the one I'm singing on.
Don't just sit there, baby.
You better get your list ready too.
Cause I'm gonna be checking.
Be Well Babies. Smooches to you.
Extraordinary Things.
Because, well, death has rested his cold hand on my shoulder a time or two. And I know that life comes with no guarantees. So today I'm posting a list of Extraordinary Things I want in my life. And then I'm gonna go out and find them.
One amazing moment at a time.
The List:
1)Finish up and sub three novels by Christmas.
2)Write a segment of Rue and Woe's story every month.
3)Stand up for someone in a tangible, personal way. RL support.
4)Finish unpacking (for me? this would be an Extraordinary Thing, LOL)
5)Finish my cd. Yeah, the one I'm singing on.
Don't just sit there, baby.
You better get your list ready too.
Cause I'm gonna be checking.
Be Well Babies. Smooches to you.
October 20, 2011
Thursday Think Tank: Do Something Extraordinary
Damon Suede, brilliant, witty and charming, author of the scorching tale of love and bravery shared between two smokin' hot firemen and called, appropriately enough, HOT HEAD, sat at the opposite end of the table from me during a dinner I attended with several other authors, artists and three of the staffers from Riptide Publishing. Damon said something I will never in my life forget, something that changed his life once upon a time, and that he has passed on to me.
Do something extraordinary today, because tomorrow you might be dead.
It hit me like a punch to the heart. I want more than anything to be exactly that, living my life to the fullest every single moment of every single day...and until he said those words, I don't think I'd ever heard it articulated quite so well.
Wow.
Okay, Damon, challenge accepted. I'm doing pretty well at making my dreams a reality, but you...gorgeous, vibrant, so damn full of life...you just told me to step up my game.
Here I go, baby.
Watch me soar.
I'm gonna finish the edits to my Mlr Christmas short, and then work on another story. The one inspired by events that occurred at GayRomLit in New Orleans at Lafitte's in Exile. I'm gonna pick another open call at Dreamspinner Press and submit to it. Because I want to be able to say I've published with DSP. I'm going to work on my new story for Riptide Publishing, cause baby, come hell or high water, I will publish with them. I believe in them. And then I'm gonna work on the sequel to The Soldier & the State Trooper. After I finish up those projects I have a few others lined up. I can't wait to get started, so...Ready, Steady, Go!
I'll see you later, baby, in the spotlight.
And you?
Yes, you, my sweet little lurker.
What extraordinary thing are you going to do today?
Do something extraordinary today, because tomorrow you might be dead.
It hit me like a punch to the heart. I want more than anything to be exactly that, living my life to the fullest every single moment of every single day...and until he said those words, I don't think I'd ever heard it articulated quite so well.
Wow.
Okay, Damon, challenge accepted. I'm doing pretty well at making my dreams a reality, but you...gorgeous, vibrant, so damn full of life...you just told me to step up my game.
Here I go, baby.
Watch me soar.
I'm gonna finish the edits to my Mlr Christmas short, and then work on another story. The one inspired by events that occurred at GayRomLit in New Orleans at Lafitte's in Exile. I'm gonna pick another open call at Dreamspinner Press and submit to it. Because I want to be able to say I've published with DSP. I'm going to work on my new story for Riptide Publishing, cause baby, come hell or high water, I will publish with them. I believe in them. And then I'm gonna work on the sequel to The Soldier & the State Trooper. After I finish up those projects I have a few others lined up. I can't wait to get started, so...Ready, Steady, Go!
I'll see you later, baby, in the spotlight.
And you?
Yes, you, my sweet little lurker.
What extraordinary thing are you going to do today?
October 18, 2011
Raging at Specters and Hobgoblins
When will the world spin at a better angle?
I'm so hellishly tired of hearing stories of wonderful young people taking their lives.
And I fucking loathe trying to write through a veil of tears.
Don't you do it.
Not a single fucking one of you.
Don't you dare take your life.
You get on a damn phone and call somebody.
Get on a computer and throw out a line, baby.
Someone will pick it up.
It does fucking get better.
I know.
I know.
I used to be right where you are.
I cut.
I did all kinds of shit.
And somehow I hung on and it fucking got better.
Please, please don't give up.
Don't leave us all here, with giant YOU shaped holes in our chests, bleeding all over the fucking world because you didn't just say to us look at me. I'm being sliced to ribbons inside.
Say those things.
There's not a chance you'll go unanswered.
Somebody cares.
I care.
Dammit, don't you dare.
Cause if you do?
You'll break so many hearts.
You'll break them in ways that will never heal cleanly, baby.
We will miss you.
And I'll be mopping my heart's blood up off my fucking floor for years dammit.
You're another friend I didn't get to have, and another bright place in the world gone dark.
And my heart fucking hurts.
I'm so hellishly tired of hearing stories of wonderful young people taking their lives.
And I fucking loathe trying to write through a veil of tears.
Don't you do it.
Not a single fucking one of you.
Don't you dare take your life.
You get on a damn phone and call somebody.
Get on a computer and throw out a line, baby.
Someone will pick it up.
It does fucking get better.
I know.
I know.
I used to be right where you are.
I cut.
I did all kinds of shit.
And somehow I hung on and it fucking got better.
Please, please don't give up.
Don't leave us all here, with giant YOU shaped holes in our chests, bleeding all over the fucking world because you didn't just say to us look at me. I'm being sliced to ribbons inside.
Say those things.
There's not a chance you'll go unanswered.
Somebody cares.
I care.
Dammit, don't you dare.
Cause if you do?
You'll break so many hearts.
You'll break them in ways that will never heal cleanly, baby.
We will miss you.
And I'll be mopping my heart's blood up off my fucking floor for years dammit.
You're another friend I didn't get to have, and another bright place in the world gone dark.
And my heart fucking hurts.
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