Rebecca Nolan's Blog, page 3
August 14, 2012
life chances and friendships
I am so blessed that I feel stupid for not embracing my luck before. I mean, it takes only an individual to change a person's life and I have so many that I should be screaming with joy and happy dancing my way around the world. I want to share these friends with you!
First is William Cook http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
I have known him now for omg 2-3yrs I think...every since i stumbled upon his amazing blog http://www.bloodrelated.wordpress.com/ and then befriended him on Facebook. I consider myself lucky that he accepted and is such a wonderful source of inspriation and knowledge for me. If you love horror then you must check out his novel Blood Related http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1468...
Next is James Garcia Jr http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
I have know Jimmy for 1-2 years. We meet via this blog actually. He is always one of the first people to leave me encouraging words of wisdom and always brings a smile to my face. I am so happy that we have become friends! I don't know what i would have done at times with seeing his kind messages written there to help me! I am going to share his new book that has just come out titled Dance on Fire http://www.amazon.com/Dance-on-Fire-e...
Then there is Lisa! https://www.facebook.com/lisagoldmanw...
She is such a kind hearted, wonderful person, that i couldn't imagine my life without her being there. We have gotted really close since starting our goodreads group http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/6... along with Muse. Lisa has been there to help me with my writing, teaching me things and always willing to help. I am so lucky!!! We often share a laugh and have a good chat when time zones allow for it hehe. I know she is someone I can count on to be there for me when I need a friend to have a whinge to. She is also a wonderfully talented writer! Omg seriously, when I read her work I often wonder if I'll ever be able to produce something as magical as she does! We are looking forward to one day being published together! Anyway...in the meantime go and check out her work!!! Like her page and become a fan :)http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Lastly there is Muse. She is not (Yet) an author but she is such a wonderful, funny and kind friend who is a tech genius. Again I need to give her a shoutout for all the times she has made me nearly pee myself with laughter. Her OCD is awesome for someone like me too hehe. I can always count on her to be 100% honest and to keep my head from inflating. She writes fanfiction and one of these days Lisa and I will convince her to star in one of our group antholgies so the three of us can be all published together hehe.
Also I must thank all of you really! There are those of you I don't know just yet and those who i might only speak to every now and again but know that I am always thankful for your interest in my life and my writing! I am nothing without those who take the time to share in my passions. If you have ever wanted to get to know me, don't be afriad to chat. I reply as often as I can. The four people listed all became dear to me via a chance; just a single message and from that a wonderful friendship has grown. Life is full of chances, embrace them!
First is William Cook http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
I have known him now for omg 2-3yrs I think...every since i stumbled upon his amazing blog http://www.bloodrelated.wordpress.com/ and then befriended him on Facebook. I consider myself lucky that he accepted and is such a wonderful source of inspriation and knowledge for me. If you love horror then you must check out his novel Blood Related http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1468...
Next is James Garcia Jr http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
I have know Jimmy for 1-2 years. We meet via this blog actually. He is always one of the first people to leave me encouraging words of wisdom and always brings a smile to my face. I am so happy that we have become friends! I don't know what i would have done at times with seeing his kind messages written there to help me! I am going to share his new book that has just come out titled Dance on Fire http://www.amazon.com/Dance-on-Fire-e...
Then there is Lisa! https://www.facebook.com/lisagoldmanw...
She is such a kind hearted, wonderful person, that i couldn't imagine my life without her being there. We have gotted really close since starting our goodreads group http://www.goodreads.com/group/show/6... along with Muse. Lisa has been there to help me with my writing, teaching me things and always willing to help. I am so lucky!!! We often share a laugh and have a good chat when time zones allow for it hehe. I know she is someone I can count on to be there for me when I need a friend to have a whinge to. She is also a wonderfully talented writer! Omg seriously, when I read her work I often wonder if I'll ever be able to produce something as magical as she does! We are looking forward to one day being published together! Anyway...in the meantime go and check out her work!!! Like her page and become a fan :)http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/...
Lastly there is Muse. She is not (Yet) an author but she is such a wonderful, funny and kind friend who is a tech genius. Again I need to give her a shoutout for all the times she has made me nearly pee myself with laughter. Her OCD is awesome for someone like me too hehe. I can always count on her to be 100% honest and to keep my head from inflating. She writes fanfiction and one of these days Lisa and I will convince her to star in one of our group antholgies so the three of us can be all published together hehe.
Also I must thank all of you really! There are those of you I don't know just yet and those who i might only speak to every now and again but know that I am always thankful for your interest in my life and my writing! I am nothing without those who take the time to share in my passions. If you have ever wanted to get to know me, don't be afriad to chat. I reply as often as I can. The four people listed all became dear to me via a chance; just a single message and from that a wonderful friendship has grown. Life is full of chances, embrace them!
July 9, 2012
So...what to do next?
I haven't posted anything of great content in a while, so I thought I had better. So what have I been up to these last few weeks...well a whole lot lol. First off i was sick, some stupid bug that almost put into hospital, then I have been busy writing. You see for the last few months my husband has barley been home, so to fight the loneliness I lose myself in my work. That and I can't sleep so I have to find something to do. It also allow me much time to read, which I love doing. by the way if this post is some what erratic then I am blame lack of sleep, 16hrs in the last 5 days really isn't enough lol.
Anyways I have also been working hard so that I can be ready for the release of Death Lilly! Yay! I am so excited. So with that in mind I am stock piling stories. I have also decided that for the next little while I will not be starting new paranormal stories. I have 2 to finish and then that will be it for the next few months.
So what will I be writing, well my wonderful publish, whom I often praise, has asked me to do some more erotica writing. And, well with my husband being away so much it is fun to have a avenue to vent that stuff to. Plus I am hoping that I can deliver something exciting to read. In truth I never thought that would be something I was good at writing so, fingers cross, we'll see how it all pans out in the next few months lol.
Also I want to focus on doing a romance novel. Not the kind where prince charming sweeps you off your feet and ends with marriage and 2.5 kids but a more modern base story on the way a person can love with ones heart but it is not always enough. Sometimes the person you lust after is not the person you should be with etc, because as most of you who have read my stuff know, I like to write a little bit dark and have twist and turn. Most of all I want the read unsure of who to love and who to hate lol.
Also I want to do a classic horror story, that came to me one night. You know the kind, some crazed man who lives in the Nevada, out in the desert. He believes he is the second coming and is stating a cult but first he must father 12 sons. The story will be a spiral of his madness that he tries to suck his family into and the way his first son is caught between wishing to escape and the need to be a dutiful son. I wont start this story though until I finish my other commitments.
Anyway I thought I would leave you with some little teasers of everything I have been working on this last month (BTW I tend to write more then one story at a time, it is just my style). Yes i am trying to bribe you into liking my work. I really do want to sell many book lol! Enjoy guys xox
Snippet #1 the romance story
“Abigail. Stop!” a voice roared from behind her. Abigail stopped, turned and glared at the man whom she had wished to escape from.
“What?” she snapped, the alcohol causing her to forget her manners.
“Why are you running away from me?” He asked, those big blue eyes searching for answers.
“Why are you here?” she retorted.
“Answer me.”
“You first.”
“Really, are these the kind of childish games you want to be playing right now?”
Snippet # 2 an erotic story
“Yes pet, I can tell, after all these months your body still responses to me like I finely tuned piano. I just need to press a key and the music begins. Your body wants to play a tune for me, any tune I desire and so it shall. I will play you until you are worn out. I will remind you why my Angel shall never leave her master again and then I will punish you for doing just that. I have had six months to think about how this symphony would play out. Don’t ever forget that, my pet, just when you think you are spent, I will pull something else out and your body will do just as I say.”
Snippet #3 paranormal horror
'Fine. Go ahead. Kill me!' I yelled as the tears started to fall. 'I have nothing left. You have taken everything from me, destroyed me, broken my heart and crushed my soul. To die at your hands only seems natural now. Just do it quick.” I wept, allowing my body to go limp.
Ok i think that is enough...well until my next blog maybe lol.
Anyways I have also been working hard so that I can be ready for the release of Death Lilly! Yay! I am so excited. So with that in mind I am stock piling stories. I have also decided that for the next little while I will not be starting new paranormal stories. I have 2 to finish and then that will be it for the next few months.
So what will I be writing, well my wonderful publish, whom I often praise, has asked me to do some more erotica writing. And, well with my husband being away so much it is fun to have a avenue to vent that stuff to. Plus I am hoping that I can deliver something exciting to read. In truth I never thought that would be something I was good at writing so, fingers cross, we'll see how it all pans out in the next few months lol.
Also I want to focus on doing a romance novel. Not the kind where prince charming sweeps you off your feet and ends with marriage and 2.5 kids but a more modern base story on the way a person can love with ones heart but it is not always enough. Sometimes the person you lust after is not the person you should be with etc, because as most of you who have read my stuff know, I like to write a little bit dark and have twist and turn. Most of all I want the read unsure of who to love and who to hate lol.
Also I want to do a classic horror story, that came to me one night. You know the kind, some crazed man who lives in the Nevada, out in the desert. He believes he is the second coming and is stating a cult but first he must father 12 sons. The story will be a spiral of his madness that he tries to suck his family into and the way his first son is caught between wishing to escape and the need to be a dutiful son. I wont start this story though until I finish my other commitments.
Anyway I thought I would leave you with some little teasers of everything I have been working on this last month (BTW I tend to write more then one story at a time, it is just my style). Yes i am trying to bribe you into liking my work. I really do want to sell many book lol! Enjoy guys xox
Snippet #1 the romance story
“Abigail. Stop!” a voice roared from behind her. Abigail stopped, turned and glared at the man whom she had wished to escape from.
“What?” she snapped, the alcohol causing her to forget her manners.
“Why are you running away from me?” He asked, those big blue eyes searching for answers.
“Why are you here?” she retorted.
“Answer me.”
“You first.”
“Really, are these the kind of childish games you want to be playing right now?”
Snippet # 2 an erotic story
“Yes pet, I can tell, after all these months your body still responses to me like I finely tuned piano. I just need to press a key and the music begins. Your body wants to play a tune for me, any tune I desire and so it shall. I will play you until you are worn out. I will remind you why my Angel shall never leave her master again and then I will punish you for doing just that. I have had six months to think about how this symphony would play out. Don’t ever forget that, my pet, just when you think you are spent, I will pull something else out and your body will do just as I say.”
Snippet #3 paranormal horror
'Fine. Go ahead. Kill me!' I yelled as the tears started to fall. 'I have nothing left. You have taken everything from me, destroyed me, broken my heart and crushed my soul. To die at your hands only seems natural now. Just do it quick.” I wept, allowing my body to go limp.
Ok i think that is enough...well until my next blog maybe lol.
May 27, 2012
Young love...the good, the bad and the ugly
Writing for me is about taking a little bit of something that has affected me and then turning it into a (hopeful) masterpiece. Sometimes it can be a piece of dialogue or a feeling, maybe even a memory. Writing has become almost like therapy in a way. I have found the harder the issue or the more hurt I was then the better the writing is. There is little that can compare to what it is like for me.
My life has been one big adventure; a constant source of things to use in my writing which makes me thankful. Recently I have been attacking my teenage years...I know, those years are always full of inspiration lol. For me it was a time of falling in love, losing myself in that love, breaking free and finished with me getting married. Sounds like how most teens see their lives turning out doesn't it. If my teens had been on TV it would have been a cross between teen mum, Dr Phil, cops, the hills special ha-ha.
There is little that can compare to the intensity of love someone may happen to deal with when they are in their teens. You see a boy or girl and suddenly nothing else matters, not your family, not your schooling...nothing. That is how it had started for me. At 14 I thought I had found the guy I would marry...crazy right?
Well back then it didn't feel so crazy. Instead I was consumed by the love I felt. I would do anything for that boy and him vice versa, to a point. I ignored friends who warned me about his cheating, I didn't think twice about having sex with him or moving in together. He felt more valuable to me then the air I breathed. Sure we broke-up, with all the drama that teens go through and then we would make up and turn against those who had been there to tell us our relationship wasn't healthy.
We were together right up until I was eighteen...4 yrs.
He was a track star and was meant to take me overseas with him, I was pretty and very naive. Right up until we turn 16 our lives could have been OK, but at 16 we began to destroy them and each other. The rumors of his cheating forcing me to want to hold onto him so that he would never leave me. I felt as though I had to live with him, to make sure he knew I was the only girl for him, instead of running away like a normal person would. I felt like I should have to work to keep him. His needs became more important than my own. I gave up a private education, I gave up family, friends, my body... In essence I began to loss myself.
We moved in together and then the issues that had always been there began to intensify. Domestic violence doesn't start when a guy finally loses it and hits you. It starts from the moment you allow him to have control. It starts from the moment you allow a person to decide what you should wear and who you should see. It starts from the moment you allow him to make you feel bad about yourself. It also doesn't have a real age limit. It can start in your teens. It isn't always physical either, BUT it is never something you should put up with!
I will never forget how I felt. We had a daughter together and I am so thankful we did. It was having her that made me grow up and see how wrong our relationship was. If I hadn't had her at 17 I am not sure I would be here today. It does take a lot of strength to walk out of that type of relationship but if you look...really look, you will find people are there ready to help you. I was so lucky I had good girlfriends who were really there for me. They reminded me that it was not healthy for our daughter to see that kind of violence even though she was only a baby. Kept telling me that I was worth more than to be abused and put down by the person who I thought loved me. They made me focus on what I would want for my daughter, whether or not I would sit by and see her go through this.
Amazingly my life turned around and by sheer luck I found and fell in love with my husband only 7mths after leaving my ex. We have been married for 10 wonderful years. I have given my children the foundation of what real love is meant to look like. We don't need to hide behind closed doors or lie to our friends over bruising. My husband has been with me through thick and thin. He is the flip side to that earlier love.
It is with these memories that I write about love. I write about how it can consume you, how it can be unhealthy for you and how on the flip side it can be the very thing that nurtures you and helps you grow. I want everyone to know what good love feels like and to see the early warning signs of wrong love. Sure, I may not be on any best sellers lists yet but I am still young in my writing career. I have only been writing for 2 years...so I am still hopeful that one of these days I will make it. I know that maybe someday soon I will write some chick lit fiction story based on those memories but right now I am happy using a little here and there to make my stories (hopefully) great :)
Take care guys
xox
Rebecca
My life has been one big adventure; a constant source of things to use in my writing which makes me thankful. Recently I have been attacking my teenage years...I know, those years are always full of inspiration lol. For me it was a time of falling in love, losing myself in that love, breaking free and finished with me getting married. Sounds like how most teens see their lives turning out doesn't it. If my teens had been on TV it would have been a cross between teen mum, Dr Phil, cops, the hills special ha-ha.
There is little that can compare to the intensity of love someone may happen to deal with when they are in their teens. You see a boy or girl and suddenly nothing else matters, not your family, not your schooling...nothing. That is how it had started for me. At 14 I thought I had found the guy I would marry...crazy right?
Well back then it didn't feel so crazy. Instead I was consumed by the love I felt. I would do anything for that boy and him vice versa, to a point. I ignored friends who warned me about his cheating, I didn't think twice about having sex with him or moving in together. He felt more valuable to me then the air I breathed. Sure we broke-up, with all the drama that teens go through and then we would make up and turn against those who had been there to tell us our relationship wasn't healthy.
We were together right up until I was eighteen...4 yrs.
He was a track star and was meant to take me overseas with him, I was pretty and very naive. Right up until we turn 16 our lives could have been OK, but at 16 we began to destroy them and each other. The rumors of his cheating forcing me to want to hold onto him so that he would never leave me. I felt as though I had to live with him, to make sure he knew I was the only girl for him, instead of running away like a normal person would. I felt like I should have to work to keep him. His needs became more important than my own. I gave up a private education, I gave up family, friends, my body... In essence I began to loss myself.
We moved in together and then the issues that had always been there began to intensify. Domestic violence doesn't start when a guy finally loses it and hits you. It starts from the moment you allow him to have control. It starts from the moment you allow a person to decide what you should wear and who you should see. It starts from the moment you allow him to make you feel bad about yourself. It also doesn't have a real age limit. It can start in your teens. It isn't always physical either, BUT it is never something you should put up with!
I will never forget how I felt. We had a daughter together and I am so thankful we did. It was having her that made me grow up and see how wrong our relationship was. If I hadn't had her at 17 I am not sure I would be here today. It does take a lot of strength to walk out of that type of relationship but if you look...really look, you will find people are there ready to help you. I was so lucky I had good girlfriends who were really there for me. They reminded me that it was not healthy for our daughter to see that kind of violence even though she was only a baby. Kept telling me that I was worth more than to be abused and put down by the person who I thought loved me. They made me focus on what I would want for my daughter, whether or not I would sit by and see her go through this.
Amazingly my life turned around and by sheer luck I found and fell in love with my husband only 7mths after leaving my ex. We have been married for 10 wonderful years. I have given my children the foundation of what real love is meant to look like. We don't need to hide behind closed doors or lie to our friends over bruising. My husband has been with me through thick and thin. He is the flip side to that earlier love.
It is with these memories that I write about love. I write about how it can consume you, how it can be unhealthy for you and how on the flip side it can be the very thing that nurtures you and helps you grow. I want everyone to know what good love feels like and to see the early warning signs of wrong love. Sure, I may not be on any best sellers lists yet but I am still young in my writing career. I have only been writing for 2 years...so I am still hopeful that one of these days I will make it. I know that maybe someday soon I will write some chick lit fiction story based on those memories but right now I am happy using a little here and there to make my stories (hopefully) great :)
Take care guys
xox
Rebecca
May 4, 2012
Rough draft of a story that came to me today!
Blood dripped from the paper cut and down onto the note she had been writing. Abigail cursed. Why did one simple note have to be so hard? Tear fell from her swollen eyes as she grieved the loss of this relationship. She had for all intents and purposes just slipped the noose around the hangman’s neck. It wasn’t going to work; this marriage, she knew it and somewhere deep down so did he. They were two very different people, not so blinded by love as they had once been. The thick red substance began to seep through the thin paper. Her words of rejection no longer visible. Dread filled her, making her stomach knot. Abigail didn’t want to have to do this in person, not to Michael. He was too sweet, too sensitive to handle this kind of conversation.
That was one of the reasons they didn’t work…Everything was about him. How he felt. What he wanted. La-de-fucking-da, Abigail thought her finger still bleeding. She had needs. Things that she wanted…feelings that were being left unmet. It was frustrating to say the least…but that didn’t make leaving him any easier. After all five years was a long time to just walk away. She wasn’t even sure if she really could but she had to venture out into the big wide world and see. She needed to know what it would be like to be underneath another man. To have a man take you. To have her deep seeded needs meet.
She had never dreamed she would be contemplating terminating things with Michael. All it had taken was one chance meeting. A meeting that had made her blood red hot and there hadn’t even been any sex. The man was a friend of a friend and he was visiting from out of town. Abigail could still remember the smell of his aftershave and the look in his bright blue eyes as he spoke to her. Even now, with just the fading memory Abigail felt her core clench as her sweet, hot liquid, began to seep down into her panties. Abigail knew it was wrong, to be so turned on at this moment. She felt like a whore, a cheap nasty whore and yet she wanted it, the promises the stranger had made where eating away at her. She needed to know about this other world. A world where sex wasn’t all confined to the bedroom.
Her bags where packed wanting for her at the door…all she had to do was write that Darn letter. How was it, that this ending up being the most difficult thing. Abigail sighed, if she didn’t start figuring out how to word ‘I am leaving you soon’ she was going to be forced to say it in person. Sure it was a coward move but it was the only way she was guaranteed to make it out. Abigail paced, her teeth holding her bottom lip captive as she thought. Her finger nails digging into her palms as the frustration grew.
Michael opened the front door, almost stumbling over her bags. A quizzical look upon his face. Those piercing brown eyes penetrating her line of thought.
“Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. The one person she had hoped to avoid was now staring at her. Abigail’s chest grew tight, as though she couldn’t breathe. In a very calculated way Michael closed the door taking a step towards her.
“Going somewhere?” he mocked, watching Abigail squirm. Her throat was suddenly dry rendering her unable to speak. Michael ran his hand though his sandy hair. Frustration or maybe annoyance was written all over his face.
“So…” he started, taking another step, “I take it those bags aren’t there because you’re going on a holiday, then.”
Abigail was suffocating, the tension in the air putting extra pressure on her chest. Tears were flowing.
“I can’t do this anymore, Michael…” she managed to choke out. He fist was suddenly through the wall leaving a huge hole.
“You can’t do this…You!” He began, those eyes growing blacker “What is it you can’t do…huh. Tell me Abigail, I am all ears, because for the life of me I can’t work out what it is you can’t do, oh besides house work and argh finding a job…and let’s not forget the fact that you can’t cook.” He snapped moving closer towards her. She knew he was hurting, those words were his weapons…like always.
“Michael, I don’t want to hurt you but let’s face it this isn’t working.”
“Why is that Abigail, because it was working darn fine for me only minutes ago.”
“You can’t tell me you were honestly happy, Michael, we’re too different. We’ve grown apart these last few years…I need space.”
“I was happy Abby, you made me happy but clearly I don’t do the same for you.” He said as he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. Abigail hated herself for doing this to him, but it really wasn’t working. If only Michael would admit to himself how unhappy he had been these last few years.
“I love you so much Abby, tell me what to do, I’ll do anything to make you stay…anything” he wept. Abigail’s insides were all kinds of messed up, she knew from so many pervious fight’s that Michael couldn’t change. Sure, he tried but he was never able to keep it going. He was who he was and Abigail was who she was. The two of them together just didn’t gel anymore.
“I think we are past that. I need to find myself outside of us and the confinements of this relationship…please understand that.”
“How am I meant to understand any of this… Don’t you care about what you are doing to me Abigail? You’re killing me right know…I hope that makes you happy.” He hissed.
“I think it is time for me to go.” Abigail whispered, tears still running down her face. Why did this have to be so hard?
Michael stood up, his arms reaching out towards her. Abigail dodged him the first time but Michael grasped onto her the second time. He was holding her close, one hand on her lower back the other at the base of her skull.
“Don’t go, Abby, please, just don’t go.” He whispered as his gazed down upon her. One hand reaching forward to wipe away the tears. Abigail shuddered against him. He was going to kiss her. She knew it was his feeble attempt at making her stay and yet, a part of her wanted him to. She wanted to feel some kind of passion from him in a kiss. And as his lips touched hers mental alarm bells sounded. It was wrong; the kiss wasn’t going to help the situation only make it worse. As much as she hated to do it, Abigail placed her arms onto his chest and pushed him away.
“Michael please, give me the time I need to find myself.” She pleaded her voice shaky.
“Go ahead. Runaway Abigail, it’s what you always do.” Michael opened the front door “Just know that if you step out that door…then that’s it, Abby. I. Am. Done. You feel me Abigail…D-O-N-E” he spat out the letters with pure animosity. Abigail stared at him, her mouth open with surprise. She could see he was shaking all over. Carefully she moved past him so that she was on the porch. Some neighbors were already gathering, trying to look casual as they watch this free show. Abruptly one of Abigail’s bags landed on the front lawn, soon followed by the next one. She turned, Michael was clearly seething inside. No doubt he never expected her to walk out the door.
“Have fun finding yourself” With that he slammed the door in her face. The neighbors were all gawking, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. Abigail swore she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of crying. She held her head up even though inside she was crumbling; picking up her bags she walked to her car and hopped in. There was no point in dwelling, it was time for her to move on.
Chapter 2
Abigail arrived at her mom’s house, hoping that she would have the place to herself. It was stupid to feel like this…after all she had been the one to break it off. What she needed to do was to take her mind off everything. She needed to get blind drunk , drinking always helps to numb pain. Her mom had known of her plans, the spare room was made up for her. Abigail felt a little like a loser, to be back home at age 25 was borderline embarrassing. Placing her bags onto the bed Abigail began to unpack, filling the draws. Her hands still shaking. She needed her girlfriends around her, to make her feel secure that she had done the right thing. ‘Oh God’ she thought, what if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Fear shattering her…what was she doing. She was 25 not 18, she should know who she is…right?
Abigail’s cell phone rang, her ring tone playing ‘Sexy and I know it’ as she scrambled to find the damn thing. As always it was hidden underneath all the other crap in her purse. Sliding her finger over the hard glass frame she checked her missed calls. There were five three from her mother and two from her best friend. Quickly she texted her mother; letting her know that she was settling in nicely into the spare room. She didn’t want to cry over the phone to her mother after all. Next was to return Meg’s call, after all she was the one who had listened over and over to Abigail as she struggled to decide whether or not she should leave Michael. If it hadn’t been for Meg, Abigail might still be there, feeling suffocated. On the third ring, Meg picked up.
“Abby, chicka, you ok?” She asked, pausing as though she was holding her breath.
“I need to get drunk Megs, it was horrible, he said some really mean things” Abigail could feel her reserve failing. ‘Goodness, where was Jim, Jack and Johnny when you need them?’ she thought. Now there were men that one could depend on. They wouldn’t have belittled her, thrown her out like a stray dog…in front of all the neighbors too.
“Well, he’s an ass. You are better off without him Chicka! Now let’s get you hammered and then find you Mr. Tall, dark and Rebound…how does that sound?”
“Megs no men…not tonight. Tonight is for drinking and dancing, nothing else.”
“Chicka, you’re free, you can live your life how you choose, so why not jump right back on the proverbial horse as they say.”
Abigail groaned, she was quite happy to be horseless for a while. Whether or not it was her choice to walk away it still hurt, but she knew Meg wouldn’t let her sit around sulking. It was one of the things that Abigail loved about her.
“What time are you going to pick me up?” She sighed, she needed a shot or three of tequila STAT.
“That’s my Girl…be ready in two hours, ok.” With that Meg hung up.
Abigail sat wondering if her mother still kept liquor in the top self of the panty like she used to. Plugging her iPod in, she turned up the tunes. Meg’s had already made her a breaking-up playlist. Until now Abigail hadn’t bothered to listen to it but tonight seemed like a good night for music. Her cell phone vibrated a text from her mother. She was having dinner with a client tonight but was willing to cancel if Abigail needed her to. Quickly Abigail replied, letting her mother know she was going out with Meg. No Doubt’s Don’t Speak had just finished the iPod changing to Brittany Spears…Oh god, Abigail thought as she skipped the song. Next was Katy Perry’s Part of me. Instantly Abigail hit replay. This was her song. The one that spoke to her. ‘What a powerful song’ Abigail thought as she began to sing along to the tunes. By the third time it was playing Abigail was dancing her way to the panty, she was actually happy. She was free, no more pretending to be happy, no more hiding herself. Hell, she wasn’t even sure who she was without Michael, but at least she had a chance to find out.
The bottle of vodka was still there, covered in dust. She didn’t care as she pour a good splash into the bottom of a glass before filling it up with coke. She hadn’t had a drink…in like, forever. Michael didn’t like it when she was drunk; it was demeaning he would say. Well, he wasn’t here to see her demean herself anymore. In fact she could get really demeaning if she wanted to. Actually she could even wear whatever she wanted, no more disapproving frowns or shakes of the head from him. She really was free.
She showered slowly, taking her time to shave her legs. They were silky smooth. The buzz in her head was disappearing. She needed another drink. Pouring another before she dressed. Her dress was short, low cut at the back and high at the front. It didn’t really show off her curves but it did magnificent things for her long legs. For being five foot six she wasn’t really tall but she had legs that seemed to never end. It was a blessing at times as it took away for her more rounded top half. Abigail had a waist but she also had hips and a butt that would reveal J.lo’s. The Alcohol was rushing back to her head making it buzz again. Abigail glanced at her cell phone, Meg would be there any minute…How the hell had 2 hrs already passed. Gulping down the rest of what was left in her cup, she gathered her purse and her shoes, not bothering to put them on her feet until they arrive at the club.
Meg beeped the horn rudely. Abigail walked out the front door only to run straight into meg herself. Abigail was worried, maybe she was more drunk then she thought…how could Meg be at her door when the horn only just beeped. The car was all the way out on the street. Meg grinned, she had that guilty, I’ve been a bad girl’ look upon her sweet round face. The horn beeped again making Abigail jump.
“Megan…who is in the car?” she inquired cautiously. Her greyish eyes narrowing on the guilty figure that was trying to tug her towards the car.
“Megan?” she said standing her ground. “What is going on?”
“Chicka, I thought we could bring some friends, honestly it is nothing. Are you coming or not?”
“Friends?” she cocked her head turning back towards the car for a quick glance before refocusing on Meg. “Who are the… friends?”
“No” she pouted “you won’t come if I do and besides you will see them soon enough. Come on Abby…live a little. It has been too long since we did this. I want you to have the best night.”
“Fine” she pouted, taking Megs hand. Clearly the woman had guy or guys in the car. What didn’t her friend understand about No Guys.
That was one of the reasons they didn’t work…Everything was about him. How he felt. What he wanted. La-de-fucking-da, Abigail thought her finger still bleeding. She had needs. Things that she wanted…feelings that were being left unmet. It was frustrating to say the least…but that didn’t make leaving him any easier. After all five years was a long time to just walk away. She wasn’t even sure if she really could but she had to venture out into the big wide world and see. She needed to know what it would be like to be underneath another man. To have a man take you. To have her deep seeded needs meet.
She had never dreamed she would be contemplating terminating things with Michael. All it had taken was one chance meeting. A meeting that had made her blood red hot and there hadn’t even been any sex. The man was a friend of a friend and he was visiting from out of town. Abigail could still remember the smell of his aftershave and the look in his bright blue eyes as he spoke to her. Even now, with just the fading memory Abigail felt her core clench as her sweet, hot liquid, began to seep down into her panties. Abigail knew it was wrong, to be so turned on at this moment. She felt like a whore, a cheap nasty whore and yet she wanted it, the promises the stranger had made where eating away at her. She needed to know about this other world. A world where sex wasn’t all confined to the bedroom.
Her bags where packed wanting for her at the door…all she had to do was write that Darn letter. How was it, that this ending up being the most difficult thing. Abigail sighed, if she didn’t start figuring out how to word ‘I am leaving you soon’ she was going to be forced to say it in person. Sure it was a coward move but it was the only way she was guaranteed to make it out. Abigail paced, her teeth holding her bottom lip captive as she thought. Her finger nails digging into her palms as the frustration grew.
Michael opened the front door, almost stumbling over her bags. A quizzical look upon his face. Those piercing brown eyes penetrating her line of thought.
“Oh shit,” she muttered under her breath. The one person she had hoped to avoid was now staring at her. Abigail’s chest grew tight, as though she couldn’t breathe. In a very calculated way Michael closed the door taking a step towards her.
“Going somewhere?” he mocked, watching Abigail squirm. Her throat was suddenly dry rendering her unable to speak. Michael ran his hand though his sandy hair. Frustration or maybe annoyance was written all over his face.
“So…” he started, taking another step, “I take it those bags aren’t there because you’re going on a holiday, then.”
Abigail was suffocating, the tension in the air putting extra pressure on her chest. Tears were flowing.
“I can’t do this anymore, Michael…” she managed to choke out. He fist was suddenly through the wall leaving a huge hole.
“You can’t do this…You!” He began, those eyes growing blacker “What is it you can’t do…huh. Tell me Abigail, I am all ears, because for the life of me I can’t work out what it is you can’t do, oh besides house work and argh finding a job…and let’s not forget the fact that you can’t cook.” He snapped moving closer towards her. She knew he was hurting, those words were his weapons…like always.
“Michael, I don’t want to hurt you but let’s face it this isn’t working.”
“Why is that Abigail, because it was working darn fine for me only minutes ago.”
“You can’t tell me you were honestly happy, Michael, we’re too different. We’ve grown apart these last few years…I need space.”
“I was happy Abby, you made me happy but clearly I don’t do the same for you.” He said as he slumped against the wall, his head in his hands. Abigail hated herself for doing this to him, but it really wasn’t working. If only Michael would admit to himself how unhappy he had been these last few years.
“I love you so much Abby, tell me what to do, I’ll do anything to make you stay…anything” he wept. Abigail’s insides were all kinds of messed up, she knew from so many pervious fight’s that Michael couldn’t change. Sure, he tried but he was never able to keep it going. He was who he was and Abigail was who she was. The two of them together just didn’t gel anymore.
“I think we are past that. I need to find myself outside of us and the confinements of this relationship…please understand that.”
“How am I meant to understand any of this… Don’t you care about what you are doing to me Abigail? You’re killing me right know…I hope that makes you happy.” He hissed.
“I think it is time for me to go.” Abigail whispered, tears still running down her face. Why did this have to be so hard?
Michael stood up, his arms reaching out towards her. Abigail dodged him the first time but Michael grasped onto her the second time. He was holding her close, one hand on her lower back the other at the base of her skull.
“Don’t go, Abby, please, just don’t go.” He whispered as his gazed down upon her. One hand reaching forward to wipe away the tears. Abigail shuddered against him. He was going to kiss her. She knew it was his feeble attempt at making her stay and yet, a part of her wanted him to. She wanted to feel some kind of passion from him in a kiss. And as his lips touched hers mental alarm bells sounded. It was wrong; the kiss wasn’t going to help the situation only make it worse. As much as she hated to do it, Abigail placed her arms onto his chest and pushed him away.
“Michael please, give me the time I need to find myself.” She pleaded her voice shaky.
“Go ahead. Runaway Abigail, it’s what you always do.” Michael opened the front door “Just know that if you step out that door…then that’s it, Abby. I. Am. Done. You feel me Abigail…D-O-N-E” he spat out the letters with pure animosity. Abigail stared at him, her mouth open with surprise. She could see he was shaking all over. Carefully she moved past him so that she was on the porch. Some neighbors were already gathering, trying to look casual as they watch this free show. Abruptly one of Abigail’s bags landed on the front lawn, soon followed by the next one. She turned, Michael was clearly seething inside. No doubt he never expected her to walk out the door.
“Have fun finding yourself” With that he slammed the door in her face. The neighbors were all gawking, their tongues practically hanging out of their mouths. Abigail swore she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of crying. She held her head up even though inside she was crumbling; picking up her bags she walked to her car and hopped in. There was no point in dwelling, it was time for her to move on.
Chapter 2
Abigail arrived at her mom’s house, hoping that she would have the place to herself. It was stupid to feel like this…after all she had been the one to break it off. What she needed to do was to take her mind off everything. She needed to get blind drunk , drinking always helps to numb pain. Her mom had known of her plans, the spare room was made up for her. Abigail felt a little like a loser, to be back home at age 25 was borderline embarrassing. Placing her bags onto the bed Abigail began to unpack, filling the draws. Her hands still shaking. She needed her girlfriends around her, to make her feel secure that she had done the right thing. ‘Oh God’ she thought, what if she had just made the biggest mistake of her life. Fear shattering her…what was she doing. She was 25 not 18, she should know who she is…right?
Abigail’s cell phone rang, her ring tone playing ‘Sexy and I know it’ as she scrambled to find the damn thing. As always it was hidden underneath all the other crap in her purse. Sliding her finger over the hard glass frame she checked her missed calls. There were five three from her mother and two from her best friend. Quickly she texted her mother; letting her know that she was settling in nicely into the spare room. She didn’t want to cry over the phone to her mother after all. Next was to return Meg’s call, after all she was the one who had listened over and over to Abigail as she struggled to decide whether or not she should leave Michael. If it hadn’t been for Meg, Abigail might still be there, feeling suffocated. On the third ring, Meg picked up.
“Abby, chicka, you ok?” She asked, pausing as though she was holding her breath.
“I need to get drunk Megs, it was horrible, he said some really mean things” Abigail could feel her reserve failing. ‘Goodness, where was Jim, Jack and Johnny when you need them?’ she thought. Now there were men that one could depend on. They wouldn’t have belittled her, thrown her out like a stray dog…in front of all the neighbors too.
“Well, he’s an ass. You are better off without him Chicka! Now let’s get you hammered and then find you Mr. Tall, dark and Rebound…how does that sound?”
“Megs no men…not tonight. Tonight is for drinking and dancing, nothing else.”
“Chicka, you’re free, you can live your life how you choose, so why not jump right back on the proverbial horse as they say.”
Abigail groaned, she was quite happy to be horseless for a while. Whether or not it was her choice to walk away it still hurt, but she knew Meg wouldn’t let her sit around sulking. It was one of the things that Abigail loved about her.
“What time are you going to pick me up?” She sighed, she needed a shot or three of tequila STAT.
“That’s my Girl…be ready in two hours, ok.” With that Meg hung up.
Abigail sat wondering if her mother still kept liquor in the top self of the panty like she used to. Plugging her iPod in, she turned up the tunes. Meg’s had already made her a breaking-up playlist. Until now Abigail hadn’t bothered to listen to it but tonight seemed like a good night for music. Her cell phone vibrated a text from her mother. She was having dinner with a client tonight but was willing to cancel if Abigail needed her to. Quickly Abigail replied, letting her mother know she was going out with Meg. No Doubt’s Don’t Speak had just finished the iPod changing to Brittany Spears…Oh god, Abigail thought as she skipped the song. Next was Katy Perry’s Part of me. Instantly Abigail hit replay. This was her song. The one that spoke to her. ‘What a powerful song’ Abigail thought as she began to sing along to the tunes. By the third time it was playing Abigail was dancing her way to the panty, she was actually happy. She was free, no more pretending to be happy, no more hiding herself. Hell, she wasn’t even sure who she was without Michael, but at least she had a chance to find out.
The bottle of vodka was still there, covered in dust. She didn’t care as she pour a good splash into the bottom of a glass before filling it up with coke. She hadn’t had a drink…in like, forever. Michael didn’t like it when she was drunk; it was demeaning he would say. Well, he wasn’t here to see her demean herself anymore. In fact she could get really demeaning if she wanted to. Actually she could even wear whatever she wanted, no more disapproving frowns or shakes of the head from him. She really was free.
She showered slowly, taking her time to shave her legs. They were silky smooth. The buzz in her head was disappearing. She needed another drink. Pouring another before she dressed. Her dress was short, low cut at the back and high at the front. It didn’t really show off her curves but it did magnificent things for her long legs. For being five foot six she wasn’t really tall but she had legs that seemed to never end. It was a blessing at times as it took away for her more rounded top half. Abigail had a waist but she also had hips and a butt that would reveal J.lo’s. The Alcohol was rushing back to her head making it buzz again. Abigail glanced at her cell phone, Meg would be there any minute…How the hell had 2 hrs already passed. Gulping down the rest of what was left in her cup, she gathered her purse and her shoes, not bothering to put them on her feet until they arrive at the club.
Meg beeped the horn rudely. Abigail walked out the front door only to run straight into meg herself. Abigail was worried, maybe she was more drunk then she thought…how could Meg be at her door when the horn only just beeped. The car was all the way out on the street. Meg grinned, she had that guilty, I’ve been a bad girl’ look upon her sweet round face. The horn beeped again making Abigail jump.
“Megan…who is in the car?” she inquired cautiously. Her greyish eyes narrowing on the guilty figure that was trying to tug her towards the car.
“Megan?” she said standing her ground. “What is going on?”
“Chicka, I thought we could bring some friends, honestly it is nothing. Are you coming or not?”
“Friends?” she cocked her head turning back towards the car for a quick glance before refocusing on Meg. “Who are the… friends?”
“No” she pouted “you won’t come if I do and besides you will see them soon enough. Come on Abby…live a little. It has been too long since we did this. I want you to have the best night.”
“Fine” she pouted, taking Megs hand. Clearly the woman had guy or guys in the car. What didn’t her friend understand about No Guys.
April 16, 2012
Interview with the Talented Phyllis aka T.R. Stampz
My dear friend Phyllis has a wonderful and very sexy alter ego T.R. Stampz. This girl can write the HOT stuff like none other I have read. Talk about making a girl all hot and sweaty...These guys do that and more. T.R Stampz has a way of writing bad boys that makes you suck in a breathe and fan yourself as you read. But... don't let that fool you, this isn't all about sex, there is a depth to her characters that makes them real. It isn't all wham, bam and thank -you sir. So if you like you bad boys, good in all the right places and hot little stories that make you go Mmmm, then please don't let this budding Author slip you by!
Could you tell us a little about yourself?
I am a wife, mother, and grandmother. I live in a very small farm town in southwestern Ohio in converted chicken house. I have worked a variety of jobs in my life ranging from department store clerk to restaurant manager to factory worker. My most recent adventure in the working world, other than writing, was as a license medical massage therapist. I love reading, writing, and crocheting.
What is the title of your new book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?
My newest book is called Hot Ridez and will be released on April 30th. Hot Ridez is a collection of erotic stories with a bad boy theme. The boys are definitely bad in a very good way.
If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
What a fantastic question. I would have to say that if I could give a voice to one of my characters it would have to be Daphne from Riding Vinny. I believe she would tell you being married for safety or for love isn’t always easy and love isn’t always safe but with the right person can be easy.
Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?
I am currently working of several different books. My first full length novel, yet untitled, I would like to publish under my real name is about a rollercoaster romance between a football player and a sports reporter. I am also working on another erotica collection called Bike Night at Jackass Flats. This collection will follow the adventures of three best friends as they attend and event held at a local bar.
What made you start writing and did you go down the path of self-publishing or did you seek out a publisher?
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. The first thing I ever wrote was a letter to my sister when I was about 8 years old. I just recently found out that even though it has been over 30 years since that letter was written, she still has it. I would love to be able to see it again and know what I wrote. I have always used letter writing as a way to express my feelings. I grew up in a tumultuous house where feelings were never expressed. So I would sit and write letters to imaginary people to express myself. Later, I started writing short stories from journal entries I had written.
I have never self-published any of my work. I was actually very fortunate in becoming friends with Danielle Zwissler of Firefly and Wisp Book Publishing. I became an editor and decided on a whim to submit one of my short stories. She asked if I could write more with a similar theme because she would like to publish them as a collection. That collection is Hot Ridez.
Is there an Author who has influenced you or one that you would really like to meet?
Wow, there are so many wonderful authors out there that I have influenced me in some way or another. It is hard for me to choose just one. At one time I would have said the author I would love to meet is Stephen King, but recently I have moved away from him. I think I would have to say who I would like to meet most now would be indie author, Christy Mazzetti Watson. She is a friend on Facebook and has encouraged me through some very difficult times. I would love to be able to thank her in person.
List 3 books you just recently read and would recommend?
I am currently reading the Detective Marcella Mysteries series by Dana Donovan. It is an amazing series about a witches, magic, and murder mystery. I am currently reading book 6 in the series. The characters are fun and the plots keep you guessing. I would and have recommended this series to many of my friends.
If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, what actors would you like to see playing your characters?
Hmmm, since my books are not exactly made for TV or even one that would be seen on the shelves at your local video store, unless you go behind the curtain in the back of the store, I have not really given any thought as to who I would choose to play the characters. The only character I had a real idea of what he looked like is Drew from Drew’s Hot Lap. That character had a face before I even started that story. Drew has always been NASCAR driver Tony Stewart.
Ok Now for some fun J ….
Sleep in or get up early?
I am definitely a stay up all night and sleep all day type of person. Unfortunately, I am married to someone who is in bed early and up before the sun.
Tea or coffee?
Coffee with cream and sugar or as my friends would say cream and sugar with a bit of coffee.
Sweet or Savory?
Wow! This one is hard. It really depends on my mood and what I am writing at the time. If it is something sad then sweet all the way, but if I am writing a scene where the character is showing a lot of attitude, then definitely savory.
EBook or paperback?
I have to have both actually. I love the feel of a book in my hand, the smell of the paper, and the sound of a page being turned. I love being able share what I am writing with others, but they are warned ahead of time, if they wrinkle the spine or dog ear the pages then they will never get to borrow another of my books. My paperbacks are my babies. I love the convenience of an eBooks for when I am on the go. I love how I can take my book on my phone or tablet without having the weight of the paperback.
One of your favorite quotes -
I have so many, but I think one of my most recent favorites is from the movie Dad starring Jack Lemmon and Ted Danzan. This line is delivered by Jack’s character when he was speaking to his wife. "Dying is not a sin, but not living is."
Lastly where can readers find you?
My blog: http://www.wix.com/trstamp2/t-r-stamp... This is still a work in progress and the blog is not functional yet.
My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/trstamp
My Goodreads author page:
Twitter: TRStampz
Could you tell us a little about yourself?
I am a wife, mother, and grandmother. I live in a very small farm town in southwestern Ohio in converted chicken house. I have worked a variety of jobs in my life ranging from department store clerk to restaurant manager to factory worker. My most recent adventure in the working world, other than writing, was as a license medical massage therapist. I love reading, writing, and crocheting.
What is the title of your new book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?
My newest book is called Hot Ridez and will be released on April 30th. Hot Ridez is a collection of erotic stories with a bad boy theme. The boys are definitely bad in a very good way.
If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
What a fantastic question. I would have to say that if I could give a voice to one of my characters it would have to be Daphne from Riding Vinny. I believe she would tell you being married for safety or for love isn’t always easy and love isn’t always safe but with the right person can be easy.
Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?
I am currently working of several different books. My first full length novel, yet untitled, I would like to publish under my real name is about a rollercoaster romance between a football player and a sports reporter. I am also working on another erotica collection called Bike Night at Jackass Flats. This collection will follow the adventures of three best friends as they attend and event held at a local bar.
What made you start writing and did you go down the path of self-publishing or did you seek out a publisher?
I have been writing for as long as I can remember. The first thing I ever wrote was a letter to my sister when I was about 8 years old. I just recently found out that even though it has been over 30 years since that letter was written, she still has it. I would love to be able to see it again and know what I wrote. I have always used letter writing as a way to express my feelings. I grew up in a tumultuous house where feelings were never expressed. So I would sit and write letters to imaginary people to express myself. Later, I started writing short stories from journal entries I had written.
I have never self-published any of my work. I was actually very fortunate in becoming friends with Danielle Zwissler of Firefly and Wisp Book Publishing. I became an editor and decided on a whim to submit one of my short stories. She asked if I could write more with a similar theme because she would like to publish them as a collection. That collection is Hot Ridez.
Is there an Author who has influenced you or one that you would really like to meet?
Wow, there are so many wonderful authors out there that I have influenced me in some way or another. It is hard for me to choose just one. At one time I would have said the author I would love to meet is Stephen King, but recently I have moved away from him. I think I would have to say who I would like to meet most now would be indie author, Christy Mazzetti Watson. She is a friend on Facebook and has encouraged me through some very difficult times. I would love to be able to thank her in person.
List 3 books you just recently read and would recommend?
I am currently reading the Detective Marcella Mysteries series by Dana Donovan. It is an amazing series about a witches, magic, and murder mystery. I am currently reading book 6 in the series. The characters are fun and the plots keep you guessing. I would and have recommended this series to many of my friends.
If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, what actors would you like to see playing your characters?
Hmmm, since my books are not exactly made for TV or even one that would be seen on the shelves at your local video store, unless you go behind the curtain in the back of the store, I have not really given any thought as to who I would choose to play the characters. The only character I had a real idea of what he looked like is Drew from Drew’s Hot Lap. That character had a face before I even started that story. Drew has always been NASCAR driver Tony Stewart.
Ok Now for some fun J ….
Sleep in or get up early?
I am definitely a stay up all night and sleep all day type of person. Unfortunately, I am married to someone who is in bed early and up before the sun.
Tea or coffee?
Coffee with cream and sugar or as my friends would say cream and sugar with a bit of coffee.
Sweet or Savory?
Wow! This one is hard. It really depends on my mood and what I am writing at the time. If it is something sad then sweet all the way, but if I am writing a scene where the character is showing a lot of attitude, then definitely savory.
EBook or paperback?
I have to have both actually. I love the feel of a book in my hand, the smell of the paper, and the sound of a page being turned. I love being able share what I am writing with others, but they are warned ahead of time, if they wrinkle the spine or dog ear the pages then they will never get to borrow another of my books. My paperbacks are my babies. I love the convenience of an eBooks for when I am on the go. I love how I can take my book on my phone or tablet without having the weight of the paperback.
One of your favorite quotes -
I have so many, but I think one of my most recent favorites is from the movie Dad starring Jack Lemmon and Ted Danzan. This line is delivered by Jack’s character when he was speaking to his wife. "Dying is not a sin, but not living is."
Lastly where can readers find you?
My blog: http://www.wix.com/trstamp2/t-r-stamp... This is still a work in progress and the blog is not functional yet.
My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/trstamp
My Goodreads author page:
Twitter: TRStampz
April 13, 2012
Same book, different author
Have you guys ever read a book and thought about how closely it reminded you of another book? Wondered if maybe the authors had read each others work and that had played a factor into the writing? Have you maybe written something, only to find other stories out there that are similar?
Why am i asking this you might say... Well I almost had a mini melt down, after finding a book which seemed very similar to my own. It was only after doing research I found out it was different enough story line that i was able to breathe again....but it got me thinking...how many books out there are like this?
I mean our character's names were Lil (hers) and Lilli (mine)
Her character was orphaned as was mine, hers living with her Grandfather, mine with her grandmother.
Both stories had Angels and Demons in it.
And, both characters were being tempted by the dark side.
Thank goodness that is where the similarities ended or otherwise I would be in a world of hurt right now. I know that i have never read anything by this Author and I can only assume the same as only a few rough drafts of my story plus a few snippets have been put out for people to view. Yet, I can't deny that my heart stopped for a second and my stomach twisted into knots as I first began to check out this other story.
I am Glad that I did though, it saved me from worrying. Sure things are similar but there are so many different things as well. I feel better knowing that no one has stolen work or ripped off a story idea. It is a scary thought though...thinking that someone has taken your baby from you. I am lucky I have kept every rough draft, every change since I began writing. Now, when I think about, I have noticed that there are a few books that seem very similar to others. Maybe the only difference for some is a person's writing style or dialogue etc.
I feel blessed to know that I have a unique writing style or so i have been told. People tell me that they enjoy the simplicity of my writing (whatever that means lol). I know i don't fancy things up, I am not one for long boring descriptive bits and little action, or one for using complicated words in which a normal person needs a Thesaurus to understand what the writer was trying to get across. Sure some people might hate that about me...that is ok, because I know that it key to what makes me and my stories unique.
What this little lesson has taught me is, firstly I need to not freak out when I come across story lines like my own, Secondly I need to be careful as to what I share with the world (and that make me sad).
Please feel free to share your thoughts with me about this!
Why am i asking this you might say... Well I almost had a mini melt down, after finding a book which seemed very similar to my own. It was only after doing research I found out it was different enough story line that i was able to breathe again....but it got me thinking...how many books out there are like this?
I mean our character's names were Lil (hers) and Lilli (mine)
Her character was orphaned as was mine, hers living with her Grandfather, mine with her grandmother.
Both stories had Angels and Demons in it.
And, both characters were being tempted by the dark side.
Thank goodness that is where the similarities ended or otherwise I would be in a world of hurt right now. I know that i have never read anything by this Author and I can only assume the same as only a few rough drafts of my story plus a few snippets have been put out for people to view. Yet, I can't deny that my heart stopped for a second and my stomach twisted into knots as I first began to check out this other story.
I am Glad that I did though, it saved me from worrying. Sure things are similar but there are so many different things as well. I feel better knowing that no one has stolen work or ripped off a story idea. It is a scary thought though...thinking that someone has taken your baby from you. I am lucky I have kept every rough draft, every change since I began writing. Now, when I think about, I have noticed that there are a few books that seem very similar to others. Maybe the only difference for some is a person's writing style or dialogue etc.
I feel blessed to know that I have a unique writing style or so i have been told. People tell me that they enjoy the simplicity of my writing (whatever that means lol). I know i don't fancy things up, I am not one for long boring descriptive bits and little action, or one for using complicated words in which a normal person needs a Thesaurus to understand what the writer was trying to get across. Sure some people might hate that about me...that is ok, because I know that it key to what makes me and my stories unique.
What this little lesson has taught me is, firstly I need to not freak out when I come across story lines like my own, Secondly I need to be careful as to what I share with the world (and that make me sad).
Please feel free to share your thoughts with me about this!
March 19, 2012
What I decided to do when I am not writing + Interview with Joseph Rubas
Recently Ifound myself wondering what i could do as I wait for the release of Death Lilli. Sometimes as a writer I get over the writing every now and then. Words and stories are always plaguing me that every once in a while it is nice to have a change. So I sat and thought about all the wonderful, talent Authors I have met along this journey and how kind they have been to me. With that is mind I thought I would approach fellow Authors and do some interviews and reviews for them.
As any self-published or small press autor knows, it is hard to get your name out there. Often a little help, from a friend or a stranger can make a big difference.
As you might know I am big on helping others where I can, it is important to me. So with this in mind please take a few more mmintues and read below. Joseph Rubas is a rising star in the horror genre. It was a pleasure to review his work and to interview him. I hope you find it insightful. :)
Review :-
What happens when you mix Steven King with Edgar Allan Poe....
You get a collection of fantastic horror stories that are just amazing!!!
Pocketful of Fear By Joseph Rubas is a fantastic horror read for those of us who enjoy the works of Edgar Allan Poe or Steven King. Joseph has demonstrated his capability and talent for writing horror stories that aren’t about grossing you out with blood and guts but instead they terrify you psychologically.
There is something about this collection that reminds of the movie ‘A Clockwork Orange’ by Stanley Kubrick. Both this book and that movie are dark, twisted and have this insanity about them, yet you can’t look away and every now and then you find yourself smiling at the dark humor in the story. Right from the start you are hit by joseph’s ability to combine classic Gothic style horror with more modern style of writing. I loved it. The idea of something that was meant to be innocent, lurking in the walls, waiting for its chance to attack was thrilling and that was only the beginning. I don’t want to give too much away but I can tell you in only gets better!
Overall I loved this collection of short stories; it shows a very promising start to Joseph’s career. I understand that this collection isn’t for everyone, but…If you love horror, the kind that makes your skin prickle up and leaves you sleeping with the lights on then this is for you! All I am left wondering is when will we see Joseph’s first novel? He has so much potential and talent that I am sure it won’t be long before horror lovers everywhere will be reading his work.
Joseph's interview!
Joseph Rubas may seem like your average young man but don’t let that fool you... He has an amazing talent for writing and creating a frightful horror story with such a unique and fresh voice, that it is hard not to be amazed at what Joseph has achieved. Not only is he a talented Author but Joseph can now add Editor to his credentials. Firefly and Wisp have found themselves a rising star in Joseph and I for one can’t wait to read more from him!
Could you tell us a little about yourself?
Certainly. I’m an eccentric hermit who writes horror fiction, guzzles hard liquor, and bangs his head to classic heavy metal. I’ve written over…oh, one hundred and fifty short stories, some children’s books, a novel, and the occasional non-fiction piece.
What is the title of your new book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?
Pocketful of Fear, a collection of flash stories. To sum it all up in thirty words or less: Scary, weird, shocking, coincidental, a compilation of horror and dark fiction for the rest of us.
If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
Probably something with a lot of expletives in it. I used mobsters a lot in my stories, and they cuss worse than sailors.
Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?
I do, actually. It’s a standalone non-fiction encyclopedia on zombies: their origins, the genre, people important to the genre, movies, books – things like that.
What made you start writing and did you go down the path of self-publishing or did you seek out a publisher?
Stephen King’s wonderful apocalyptic epic The Stand inspired me to write. I loved it so damn much, and I wanted to write my own version. After four years of trying to plagiarize him, I resigned myself to writing my own fiction.
Is there an Author who has influenced you or one that you would really like to meet?
Dean Koontz. God, that man can maintain suspense! And his books are always surprising. They have so many twists and turns, I puke every time I read one.
List 3 books you just recently read and would recommend?
The Stand- Stephen King
Dracula- Bram Stoker
H.P. Lovecraft: Works- H.P. Lovecraft.
If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, what actors would you like to see playing your characters?
Oh, I dunno. I’m not really the kind who keeps track of celebrities. Cary Grant is still big, right?
Ok Now for some fun ….
Sleep in or get up early?
Depends. I like getting up early, but I hate being tired.
Energy drinks or coffee?
Energy drinks, I guess. I usually drink Coke.
Sweet or Savory?
Savory.
Ebook or paperback?
Paperback. I’m an old-fashion type; I’m not too big on reading my books from a little gadget or gizmo.
One of your favorite quotes –
“When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” From Dawn of the Dead, 1978, by George A. Romero. Ever since I started writing that book, I have zombies on the brain constantly.
Lastly where can readers find you?
My blog: http://josephrubas.blogspot.com/
My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Jose...
My Goodreads author page: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/68...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/JosephRubas
As any self-published or small press autor knows, it is hard to get your name out there. Often a little help, from a friend or a stranger can make a big difference.
As you might know I am big on helping others where I can, it is important to me. So with this in mind please take a few more mmintues and read below. Joseph Rubas is a rising star in the horror genre. It was a pleasure to review his work and to interview him. I hope you find it insightful. :)
Review :-
What happens when you mix Steven King with Edgar Allan Poe....
You get a collection of fantastic horror stories that are just amazing!!!
Pocketful of Fear By Joseph Rubas is a fantastic horror read for those of us who enjoy the works of Edgar Allan Poe or Steven King. Joseph has demonstrated his capability and talent for writing horror stories that aren’t about grossing you out with blood and guts but instead they terrify you psychologically.
There is something about this collection that reminds of the movie ‘A Clockwork Orange’ by Stanley Kubrick. Both this book and that movie are dark, twisted and have this insanity about them, yet you can’t look away and every now and then you find yourself smiling at the dark humor in the story. Right from the start you are hit by joseph’s ability to combine classic Gothic style horror with more modern style of writing. I loved it. The idea of something that was meant to be innocent, lurking in the walls, waiting for its chance to attack was thrilling and that was only the beginning. I don’t want to give too much away but I can tell you in only gets better!
Overall I loved this collection of short stories; it shows a very promising start to Joseph’s career. I understand that this collection isn’t for everyone, but…If you love horror, the kind that makes your skin prickle up and leaves you sleeping with the lights on then this is for you! All I am left wondering is when will we see Joseph’s first novel? He has so much potential and talent that I am sure it won’t be long before horror lovers everywhere will be reading his work.
Joseph's interview!
Joseph Rubas may seem like your average young man but don’t let that fool you... He has an amazing talent for writing and creating a frightful horror story with such a unique and fresh voice, that it is hard not to be amazed at what Joseph has achieved. Not only is he a talented Author but Joseph can now add Editor to his credentials. Firefly and Wisp have found themselves a rising star in Joseph and I for one can’t wait to read more from him!
Could you tell us a little about yourself?
Certainly. I’m an eccentric hermit who writes horror fiction, guzzles hard liquor, and bangs his head to classic heavy metal. I’ve written over…oh, one hundred and fifty short stories, some children’s books, a novel, and the occasional non-fiction piece.
What is the title of your new book and if you had to sum it up in 30 or less words, what would you say?
Pocketful of Fear, a collection of flash stories. To sum it all up in thirty words or less: Scary, weird, shocking, coincidental, a compilation of horror and dark fiction for the rest of us.
If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?
Probably something with a lot of expletives in it. I used mobsters a lot in my stories, and they cuss worse than sailors.
Do you have plans for a new book? Is this book part of a series?
I do, actually. It’s a standalone non-fiction encyclopedia on zombies: their origins, the genre, people important to the genre, movies, books – things like that.
What made you start writing and did you go down the path of self-publishing or did you seek out a publisher?
Stephen King’s wonderful apocalyptic epic The Stand inspired me to write. I loved it so damn much, and I wanted to write my own version. After four years of trying to plagiarize him, I resigned myself to writing my own fiction.
Is there an Author who has influenced you or one that you would really like to meet?
Dean Koontz. God, that man can maintain suspense! And his books are always surprising. They have so many twists and turns, I puke every time I read one.
List 3 books you just recently read and would recommend?
The Stand- Stephen King
Dracula- Bram Stoker
H.P. Lovecraft: Works- H.P. Lovecraft.
If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, what actors would you like to see playing your characters?
Oh, I dunno. I’m not really the kind who keeps track of celebrities. Cary Grant is still big, right?
Ok Now for some fun ….
Sleep in or get up early?
Depends. I like getting up early, but I hate being tired.
Energy drinks or coffee?
Energy drinks, I guess. I usually drink Coke.
Sweet or Savory?
Savory.
Ebook or paperback?
Paperback. I’m an old-fashion type; I’m not too big on reading my books from a little gadget or gizmo.
One of your favorite quotes –
“When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.” From Dawn of the Dead, 1978, by George A. Romero. Ever since I started writing that book, I have zombies on the brain constantly.
Lastly where can readers find you?
My blog: http://josephrubas.blogspot.com/
My Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Jose...
My Goodreads author page: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/68...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/JosephRubas
March 5, 2012
Sharing some good news :D
This year is just going crazy, I am amazed at everything that has happened. As some of you might know I have been dished out enough bad luck and issues to deal with that it left me wishing I could run away and hide. The surpising thing is that with all that pain, all that hurt, I have been blessed. Until now I would have never known who were the most amazing and supportive people in my life. As I have stated some of the best, kindest, supportive people have been people I have never meet. They allow me to whinge and then pick me up. The send me kind comments and allow me to know I am not alone. They are what true friends are meant to be. There are people like Jimmy, Ed, Steve, William, Danielle, Theresa, Jamie, Brenda, Tanya, Kelly, Trena...plus so many more
So now to fill you in on some good news my novel Death Lilli has been picked up by Firefly and wisp! Yay. As many of you might now I have already been published in 3 of their anthologies so this is amazing. I cant promote them enough!!!! Serious they are an awesome Publishing company and I have dealt with a few others so I can speak from some experiance :). Their Authors all pull together to help one another which makes it just like one big family. I beg of you to please so them some love and check out there website at http://fireflyandwisp.weebly.com/. They also have a facebook page https://www.facebook.com/#!/fireflyan... and I know that for this month of march they are doing giveaways everyday.
I have also started writing the sequel to Death Lilli and my next goal is to get a contract for Premonition (formally known as love and magic). I am about a third though my serial killer novel which i am super excited about also. So stay tuned for snippets of those in the comming months.
So now to fill you in on some good news my novel Death Lilli has been picked up by Firefly and wisp! Yay. As many of you might now I have already been published in 3 of their anthologies so this is amazing. I cant promote them enough!!!! Serious they are an awesome Publishing company and I have dealt with a few others so I can speak from some experiance :). Their Authors all pull together to help one another which makes it just like one big family. I beg of you to please so them some love and check out there website at http://fireflyandwisp.weebly.com/. They also have a facebook page https://www.facebook.com/#!/fireflyan... and I know that for this month of march they are doing giveaways everyday.
I have also started writing the sequel to Death Lilli and my next goal is to get a contract for Premonition (formally known as love and magic). I am about a third though my serial killer novel which i am super excited about also. So stay tuned for snippets of those in the comming months.
February 23, 2012
I want off this Rollercoaster
Life is full of ups and downs... I get that and yet as I type this I wonder if I will ever see the upside again. melodramatic I know but when it seems like you have been dealt more blows then lucky it is hard now to be. I mean this was meant to be my year, a year where my novel finally made it and where I could stand tall and proud and full of such good lucky that I would be deliriously happy. What happened? why does it feel as though I brought ticket to ride the rollarcoaster of doom!
This year has seen the death of my dog, a very long fight with a large company, my health go off track for a bit, money decrese and now the death of someone who was closer to me then my own grandmothers. To make things worse I dont know how to cry over her passing. Ok so i know how to cry but I have sent most of my life cutting and burying my emotions that it is hard to feel what I need to feel.
Knowing she is gone and I will never get to have a cuppa or hear her yell at the guys on the footy oval does bring tears to my eyes but I quickly surpress them again. It is hard when I want to talk to my husband (who didnt spend as much time with her) and he is falling asleep on the couch (after I must say, he had a very long and hard day at work). My mother is no good as she didnt know this special lady either and I have no one else I can turn to. To make things worse tomorrow is my birthday and I must admit it is one day I hate because it is always a huge dissappointment.
I have had to deal with a few deaths over the years from an uncle to friends and each time I feel as though I bury a little more of myself and the pain away. All the crying I do is mainly alone in the shower so I can just lose myself for atleast five minutes without anyone knowing... it is something I learnt to do long ago. My only saving grace is my writing. I can express built up emotions through the characters which helps as does the writing in itself.
Right now though I am just wondering if this rollarcoaster of doom and gloom is going to stop. I have never wished to be living another life until now and that is a horrible feeling. I dont need things to be perfect but it would be nice to have a little break from the bad luck. I just want to be able to feel and express myself to those who care for and about me. The other good thing is that I have learnt who my valuable friends are. They are the ones who stand by me while I whinge and whiel I laugh, the ones who pick me up when I am down and enjoy my friendship as much as I enjoy theirs. Now all i need to do is to get rid of the fake people and those who wish to misuse my friendship and things will hopefully pick up.
Thank you for sharing this with me, it was nice to just write some of this stuff out, but now I am going to have a nice long shower and enjoy some quiet crying time alone so that tonight I can be big and brave again.
Xox
Rebecca
This year has seen the death of my dog, a very long fight with a large company, my health go off track for a bit, money decrese and now the death of someone who was closer to me then my own grandmothers. To make things worse I dont know how to cry over her passing. Ok so i know how to cry but I have sent most of my life cutting and burying my emotions that it is hard to feel what I need to feel.
Knowing she is gone and I will never get to have a cuppa or hear her yell at the guys on the footy oval does bring tears to my eyes but I quickly surpress them again. It is hard when I want to talk to my husband (who didnt spend as much time with her) and he is falling asleep on the couch (after I must say, he had a very long and hard day at work). My mother is no good as she didnt know this special lady either and I have no one else I can turn to. To make things worse tomorrow is my birthday and I must admit it is one day I hate because it is always a huge dissappointment.
I have had to deal with a few deaths over the years from an uncle to friends and each time I feel as though I bury a little more of myself and the pain away. All the crying I do is mainly alone in the shower so I can just lose myself for atleast five minutes without anyone knowing... it is something I learnt to do long ago. My only saving grace is my writing. I can express built up emotions through the characters which helps as does the writing in itself.
Right now though I am just wondering if this rollarcoaster of doom and gloom is going to stop. I have never wished to be living another life until now and that is a horrible feeling. I dont need things to be perfect but it would be nice to have a little break from the bad luck. I just want to be able to feel and express myself to those who care for and about me. The other good thing is that I have learnt who my valuable friends are. They are the ones who stand by me while I whinge and whiel I laugh, the ones who pick me up when I am down and enjoy my friendship as much as I enjoy theirs. Now all i need to do is to get rid of the fake people and those who wish to misuse my friendship and things will hopefully pick up.
Thank you for sharing this with me, it was nice to just write some of this stuff out, but now I am going to have a nice long shower and enjoy some quiet crying time alone so that tonight I can be big and brave again.
Xox
Rebecca
February 20, 2012
Oh boy, Magnus you're so naughty!
When I first started writing Love and magic, it was meant to be an epic tale of love between a witch and a werewolf, but somehow Magnus a cheeky yet loveable and very sexy fae got involved. He was meant to be the bad guy, the rogue and yet as I kept on writing he became so much more. often on my fb page I refer to Magnus as my character crush because he is. Writing him is so much fun that now he has become the epicenter of my story. As the story is on hold while I wait to hear back from a publisher I thought I would share one of Magnus's most lovable moments. Enjoy :)
Gwendolyn stared at the box in front of her knowing it was a trap laid out by Magnus. Her mouth was already watering with just the smell of what the box contained. The aroma of rich, opulent dark chocolate and lavender filled her head asking her to take just one bite. The eyes of her tempter were gazing down on her, a slight lop sided grin on that perfect face. He lifted the lid of the box allowing Gwendolyn a closer look at the luxurious, hand crafted chocolates. Each little square was a temptation in itself, with its sweetly colored chocolate garnish. Gwendolyn felt her hand reaching out to pluck one of the chocolates. Quickly she pulled back and looked up at Magnus scowling at him.
“What are you playing at?” she demanded still frowning. Magnus smiled like a cat that had just caught a mouse. It wasn’t a scary smile but it was certainly off putting.
“I am not playing. I am simply offering you a treat. Something sweet for you to place between those plump lips….but if you don’t want them, then…. ” Magnus began to remove the box of chocolates as if hurt by her question, only his smile didn’t fit the gesture. Her hand darted out to stop him before Gwendolyn even knew what was happening.
“A treat?” She questioned, looking at him through those wide lavender eyes with suspicion.
“Yes, it is just a sweet treat for you to enjoy, all you need to decide is if you are willing to trust me and take one or if you would rather I go away.”
“And if I take one will anything bad happen to me?” her hand was already hovering over the edge of the box, ready to choose. She looked into his eyes they seemed more golden then jade, she should have been shocked but she wasn’t.
“I swear nothing will hurt you.” He spoke low and husky like, so that his voice washed over her and made her head all foggy with delight. “You have my oath.”
With that she plucked a delicate rich dark chocolate and placed it ever so carefully onto the tip of her tongue. Each flavor filled her mind and engulfed her senses. It was like tasting a little piece of heaven, each individual flavor bringing something wonderful to the table. A soft moan of delight escaped from her lips as she savored the taste, allowing the chocolate to swell around her mouth coating it.
“I told you it would not harm you.” He said leaning down to that his face was barely an inch away from hers. Gwendolyn opens her eyes, seeing for the first time the true beauty of Magnus’s eyes. They weren’t just jade with gold there was hints of sunburnt orange and ocean blue if you looked close enough. She knew just then that Magnus had dropped all of his glamour. A tiny quiver of delight raced through her.
“I knew you were not just an ordinary witch. Oh no, you are something much, much more aren’t you?” He whispered into her mouth before kissing her deeply. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind little alarms were ringing but they were being drowned out by his tongue that was tickling the top of her mouth before moving on the dance with hers. Gwendolyn’s hands were on the front of Magnus’s chest gripping his shirt tightly. She had never been kissed like this before, this was more than a stand boy kissing girl kiss, this was like he was starving and she was the only food around. His tongue wanted to possess hers and his hands wanted to explore every inch of her body.
Her heart was hammering away in her chest as passion flared up within her. Only as his hands tugged at the towel did she realize that she wasn’t wearing any clothing. She pulled away from him breathless and tightened the towel. Magnus looked at her hurt and confused. His jaw was clenched not with anger but with frustration at having to stop. She felt guilty and confused.
“Is this a dream?” she asked out loud, though the question was aimed at herself. Everything was so foggy and dream like that she didn’t know anymore. The only thing that made her question was the fact that she was still in the towel that she had on before she closed her eyes. Magnus took a step forward, pinning her between the wall and her bed. Gwendolyn’s body reacted to him instantly; her nipples hardening underneath the towel.
“This can be anything you want it to be. A dream. A fantasy. Reality. It is your choice.” He said in a low sexy growl as he pressed his lips to her neck and caressed the delicate skin with his tongue. It sent a delicious shudder down her spine and made Gwendolyn ache her back against the wall. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her again and have his hands run up and down her naked body. Deep down she wanted him to dominate her, to see his body above hers as he drove himself deep inside her again and again. His hand tugged at the towel again, this time she let it fall to the floor. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he placed his hot moist mouth around her erect nipple and sucked.
She felt herself slipping away from reality; the only thing that mattered was Magnus. She pulled out his white shirt from his black trousers wanting to see more of him. That feeling of cold hands on warm skin was intoxicating as she pressed herself against him. He was everything she didn’t want but everything her body needed. Gwendolyn’s fingers traced each individual stomach muscle before reaching for the button on his pants. Magnus’s own hands were busy feeling the curves of her body as he sucked on her earlobe and nibbled a path down her neck.
“Why do I want you badly?” she managed to whimper between kisses.
“Because I am everything you’re not meant to have.” He said before leaning her back onto the bed. She gazed up at him with her lavender eyes as he stood above her undressing. A small lump of eagerness sat at the back of her throat and yet there was a niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right with this scene. She closed her eyes as he leaned down over her. She was ready to give herself to him, even though she knew it was somehow forbidden. She felt the heat of his body and magic as it mingled with hers. Magnus was hovering just above her allowing their magic to marry before he completed the union. She clenched her eyes a little tighter waiting for that moment were he would slide himself up into her.
Gwendolyn stared at the box in front of her knowing it was a trap laid out by Magnus. Her mouth was already watering with just the smell of what the box contained. The aroma of rich, opulent dark chocolate and lavender filled her head asking her to take just one bite. The eyes of her tempter were gazing down on her, a slight lop sided grin on that perfect face. He lifted the lid of the box allowing Gwendolyn a closer look at the luxurious, hand crafted chocolates. Each little square was a temptation in itself, with its sweetly colored chocolate garnish. Gwendolyn felt her hand reaching out to pluck one of the chocolates. Quickly she pulled back and looked up at Magnus scowling at him.
“What are you playing at?” she demanded still frowning. Magnus smiled like a cat that had just caught a mouse. It wasn’t a scary smile but it was certainly off putting.
“I am not playing. I am simply offering you a treat. Something sweet for you to place between those plump lips….but if you don’t want them, then…. ” Magnus began to remove the box of chocolates as if hurt by her question, only his smile didn’t fit the gesture. Her hand darted out to stop him before Gwendolyn even knew what was happening.
“A treat?” She questioned, looking at him through those wide lavender eyes with suspicion.
“Yes, it is just a sweet treat for you to enjoy, all you need to decide is if you are willing to trust me and take one or if you would rather I go away.”
“And if I take one will anything bad happen to me?” her hand was already hovering over the edge of the box, ready to choose. She looked into his eyes they seemed more golden then jade, she should have been shocked but she wasn’t.
“I swear nothing will hurt you.” He spoke low and husky like, so that his voice washed over her and made her head all foggy with delight. “You have my oath.”
With that she plucked a delicate rich dark chocolate and placed it ever so carefully onto the tip of her tongue. Each flavor filled her mind and engulfed her senses. It was like tasting a little piece of heaven, each individual flavor bringing something wonderful to the table. A soft moan of delight escaped from her lips as she savored the taste, allowing the chocolate to swell around her mouth coating it.
“I told you it would not harm you.” He said leaning down to that his face was barely an inch away from hers. Gwendolyn opens her eyes, seeing for the first time the true beauty of Magnus’s eyes. They weren’t just jade with gold there was hints of sunburnt orange and ocean blue if you looked close enough. She knew just then that Magnus had dropped all of his glamour. A tiny quiver of delight raced through her.
“I knew you were not just an ordinary witch. Oh no, you are something much, much more aren’t you?” He whispered into her mouth before kissing her deeply. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind little alarms were ringing but they were being drowned out by his tongue that was tickling the top of her mouth before moving on the dance with hers. Gwendolyn’s hands were on the front of Magnus’s chest gripping his shirt tightly. She had never been kissed like this before, this was more than a stand boy kissing girl kiss, this was like he was starving and she was the only food around. His tongue wanted to possess hers and his hands wanted to explore every inch of her body.
Her heart was hammering away in her chest as passion flared up within her. Only as his hands tugged at the towel did she realize that she wasn’t wearing any clothing. She pulled away from him breathless and tightened the towel. Magnus looked at her hurt and confused. His jaw was clenched not with anger but with frustration at having to stop. She felt guilty and confused.
“Is this a dream?” she asked out loud, though the question was aimed at herself. Everything was so foggy and dream like that she didn’t know anymore. The only thing that made her question was the fact that she was still in the towel that she had on before she closed her eyes. Magnus took a step forward, pinning her between the wall and her bed. Gwendolyn’s body reacted to him instantly; her nipples hardening underneath the towel.
“This can be anything you want it to be. A dream. A fantasy. Reality. It is your choice.” He said in a low sexy growl as he pressed his lips to her neck and caressed the delicate skin with his tongue. It sent a delicious shudder down her spine and made Gwendolyn ache her back against the wall. She wanted him to touch her, to kiss her again and have his hands run up and down her naked body. Deep down she wanted him to dominate her, to see his body above hers as he drove himself deep inside her again and again. His hand tugged at the towel again, this time she let it fall to the floor. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he placed his hot moist mouth around her erect nipple and sucked.
She felt herself slipping away from reality; the only thing that mattered was Magnus. She pulled out his white shirt from his black trousers wanting to see more of him. That feeling of cold hands on warm skin was intoxicating as she pressed herself against him. He was everything she didn’t want but everything her body needed. Gwendolyn’s fingers traced each individual stomach muscle before reaching for the button on his pants. Magnus’s own hands were busy feeling the curves of her body as he sucked on her earlobe and nibbled a path down her neck.
“Why do I want you badly?” she managed to whimper between kisses.
“Because I am everything you’re not meant to have.” He said before leaning her back onto the bed. She gazed up at him with her lavender eyes as he stood above her undressing. A small lump of eagerness sat at the back of her throat and yet there was a niggling feeling that something wasn’t quite right with this scene. She closed her eyes as he leaned down over her. She was ready to give herself to him, even though she knew it was somehow forbidden. She felt the heat of his body and magic as it mingled with hers. Magnus was hovering just above her allowing their magic to marry before he completed the union. She clenched her eyes a little tighter waiting for that moment were he would slide himself up into her.
