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Wednesday Briefs: Lady #5 by A.R. Von

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction. I was given many options to inspire this weeks brief. But I chose to go with the two photos below for this week along with "I never felt like that before..."
For those of you that have not read the prior week's portions and would like to. Click HERE for the other parts to LADY.
Thank you for reading!



This cannot be real! Dezso holds me in his arms as if he wants me here, as if I belong. I cannot help but to melt into his warmth. This is much better than any of the dreams I’ve had while starring him. He has never held me or even touched me in any of the dreams. It was always me touching him. Loving him. I feel—cherished. I've never felt like that before. It feels amazing!I feel so odd on only two legs…awkward. Not as sturdy as I am on four. Thank the goddess, he is holding me up. I don’t know much on how to work this human form. I instinctively grip his arms and pull him harder, closer to me. I do not want him to let me go. Not now, not ever. Nor do I want to fall to the ground again.“Relax, Lady of my dreams. I have you. You’re fine. Please do not fear me.”Fear him and he says I am the lady of his dreams? I have a multitude of feelings flowing throughout my body at this moment. None of them are fear. Desire, excitement, and perhaps, nervousness. I have flutters of movement within my middle. But not fear. I could never fear him. I want him. Mind, body. Heart and soul…All of him. I wish I could tell him how I feel at this moment. How much I truly desire him along with my wants, needs and desires. Most specifically, to become one with him. I’m thinking all of these words but do I dare speak them? I must try for if I don’t...I will never know.Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth only to let out a high pitched squeak. Oh, my! This is not good. I try again. This time tensing my lips a bit, just like I’ve seen humans do many times before. “Mm-mee.” Not at all what I wanted to say, but much better than before. So, I gaze into his eyes and raise my palm to his chest. Placing it right over his heart and try again. “Mm-mine.”He’s looking into my eyes and I see a happy sparkle. Then, he suddenly throws his head back and roars in laughter. I cannot help but to smile at him and the joyous sound he is making. At least, I hope I am smiling. But as I continue to think. I wonder if he is laughing at me. That does not make me feel so warm in those places where I want him to touch me. It does warm my face. Very much so in fact. I cannot help but to look down in shame. Dezso sees this and gently puts a finger beneath my chin. “No my sweetling. Do not look shamed. Yes, I am yours. I’m laughing from happiness. Something I’ve not felt in a very long time. It’s amazing, thank you for this gift. I hope you are mine as well. I hope we can get to know one another in all ways and even explore…”He gently pries me off of him and takes a step back. “Now, let’s get this shirt on you and cover you up. It’s not proper for such a fair female such as you to be exposed as you are. I can gaze at your beauty forever. I don’t care to share it or you.” He makes sure I’m balanced and extends the fabric he calls a shirt to me.I look at him, confused. I’ve seen him take it off and have helped him myself, in the dreams. I fear I will look like a fool if I try myself. The last thing I want is to look like a fool once again, despite my deepest desire to please him.He then puts the circle of the fabric over my head. I cannot see and I do not like it. But he quickly fixes it by passing my head through. He then takes my hand and places it through a smaller hole with more fabric.Thank goodness, he did not try to put my head in there. I would get lost!He then, repeats the process on my other side, and pulls the fabric over my breasts and torso.My nipples harden almost painfully from the brush of his hand and the fabric. Without realizing it, I let out a moan. He stops pulling down the fabric fully and looks at me questionably. I do not know his question. But I know my answer will be yes.He tilts his head slightly and moves closer to my face. I feel his breath on my lips. It smells like that furry fruit my family likes so much. The kiwi. I want to taste him so very badly. I lick my lips, then close the space between us. I want to swallow him, consume him until we are a permanent part of each other.Dezso lets out a groan and gives me back what I give to him. All the while, he is caressing my back with the most wonderful of touches. I move my hands down his back and grip on his rump. Oh my, what a delight! So firm, like a perfect peach ready for picking. Yet, squeezable like something that can be molded into a shape. I stay with my hands kneading his flesh and he is slowly moving lower to my rear. I feel wetness between my two legs and let out a gasp between his lips and move the area closer to him. There is a hardness between his legs and I know EXACTLY what it is. I want to taste it and see if it’s just like in my dreams. I slowly pull away from his lips and ease my way to kneeling position. He is looking at me while he is panting. Desire has consumed his eyes.I wonder if mine are the same as I pull at the material he has covering what I desire.He grabs my hands. “Not here, my Lady…”
To be continued...again :)


(This story continues to be dedicated to my one and only sister, my Pookie. Her love of unicorns from when we were tots is what inspired me to write it. Love you my sissy!)


Be sure to visit the other Wednesday Briefs:   Cia Nordwell     MA Church    Elyzabeth VaLey     J.A. Harmon Andrew Gordon BL Morticia Renee Stevens Julie Lynn Hayes

The Vikings are back in Week 10/Chapter 10 of Silver and Spice by Maria MacAuley!

Hello friends/followers! Welcome to week 10/chapter 10 of  Maria MacAuley's Silver & Spice. Now we present to you another portion of a very exciting, romantic and all-around great story.  We will be posting a chapter for you to enjoy each week until the story's end. We are looking forward to comments, feelings, thoughts, etc. of what you think for each portion posted. So please be sure to leave a comment in the comments section :)

Now I present to you... Silver and Spice!

View Prologue and chapter 1 HERE, chapter 2 HERE,  chapter 3 HERE,  chapter 4 HERE, chapter 5 HERE, chapter 6 HERE, chapter 7 HERE, chapter 8 HERE, chapter 9 HERE


Ireland, eleven years previously
Twelve years since Aisling left. Eleven years planning his revenge. The deed was done. He had finished the bitch as she tried to protect her son. They were travelling with other pilgrims to Clonmacnoise, and foolishly, they had believed that God would protect them.  It had been ridiculously easy to ambush the group; none of the monks or priests had thought to carry weapons.  Despite the dull colour and shapeless nature of her cloak and kirtle, Aisling’s beauty shone through. The lad had her striking auburn hair, but his grey eyes could not conceal the fact that Kerik Halsrason was his sire. She had recognised her husband, and Peter knew it. It did not matter now. She was dead and the child was as good as gone. It was time to celebrate with his true son.  He did not care for any bastard children of the field hands. Sean was finally becoming a man following in his father's own image and actions.  Peter’s face contorted into a twisted smile, proud of the corruption of his son’s gentle nature.  That was almost a month ago. “What are you thinking of, Peter?”  The woman in his bed playfully danced her fingers over his shoulders before burying them in his already matted chest hair. He snorted, and forced his knee between her thighs, before rolling over and grinding roughly into her, his still-black hair swinging over his face with each coarse thrust. Spilling his seed, he knelt up, panting and grunting.He ran a filthy ridged fingernail down her over her breast. The woman of many secrets had arrived again in Dubh Linn a fortnight ago, this time with several young men almost half her age.'What brings you here this season, Valkryie?''My fosterlings need to see life outside the north. Since men no longer go a-Viking, they need to learn of life beyond fishing and farming.''And what else do they learn of at your hands?' He smirked.'Discipline. Bedsport.  To make a success of their lives.' The second sons of Jarls had a different path in life, much more fluid than that of their elder brothers. She had been a foster mother for the past seven years, and prepared her foster sons well for adulthood.  Jarls appreciated her taking these boys of twelve summers and turning them into men over the seasons, returning them to their families by the time they reached ten-and-seven.She was waiting for her next fosterling. Kerik Halsrason made a concubine of her younger sister, Gertrude, a life of comfort and plenty that should have been hers.  To add insult to injury he had taken an Irish woman too; as if he had his own personal harem like those in Miklagard, or Constantinople, to those who lived there. Thirteen summers and the bitterness at his rejection had not softened. She could not foster his first born, but she would take very good care of his much-loved second boy. Kristr.  There had been discussion around the Dubh Linn settlement that he and his mother had been in Ireland, accompanied by Kerik to attend one of their ridiculous Christian pilgrimages when she had been ambushed and killed. She wished it had been Gertrude who died, lying and bleeding to death with a sword through her heart.His grating voice broke her fantasy. 'Perhaps you could take my son into your foster care? He still has a lot to learn. Discipline and respect have been managed most effectively by me, and he already is showing the skills of a fine merchant and trader. Perhaps bedsport could be taught by you? He has passed ten-and-six summers and I know he has not lain with a woman.' He idly picked the grime from his dirty nails as he casually discussed his son’s lack of experience with women.She sat up on the bed and reached for her linen shift. 'No. I only foster pure Viking sons. Occasionally a clever half-breed will be welcomed.' She had one in her care at the moment, a quiet, reflective boy, Johan O’Toole.  He was the offspring of an Irish sire and Norse mother.  Johann listened to all around him, yet gave away nothing. She was teaching him to travel between the worlds of his parents, inconspicuous in either society yet able to garner information from both. When Halsrason's boy arrived, that would be two. Enough mixed blood for anyone.She stood up from the bed and washed her face and hands in a basin of water. 'Bring your son to me on the morrow.' She dried herself with a linen cloth, and with a regal flourish threw it aside. 'Shall we see if he shares his father's tastes?'He scraped his greasy hair back into a leather tie, and gave a mock bow. 'As you wish, Alfhilde.'




Marthe could barely conceal her delight at the transformation of Roisin, with her mother's help. This pair was not going to make a suitable match without her assistance.As the three young women entered the hall, led by Gertrude, Marthe heard the appreciative murmurs of the assembly. She looked up to see Kristr's grey eyes staring down the hall in appreciation at Roisin.  Marthe dipped her head, knowing she could barely keep her satisfied smirk to herself as she watched her brother from the corner of eye.  He stood to allow Roisin access to the bench, his hand brushing against the small of her back as she sought her balance on the narrow seat.Marthe squeezed herself in on the other side of her brother, and started to pick at her food, but she was more interested in the conversation going on next to her.
Roisin spoke shyly to Kristr. 'Marthe and your mother washed me, and dressed my hair in a Norse style. Do you like it?'He smoothed his hands over the waves. 'I like it very much. It is exquisite bound or loose.'
Marthe silently agreed with her brother.  Roisin’s hair was beautiful. If she were his wife, she would be required to cover it, a married woman's husband being the only person allowed to see her hair unbound, her head uncovered.  And Kristr would make a good husband, deserving of such a beauty.As the meal progressed, and the conversation moved around the table, Marthe whispered to Kristr. 'Brother, I need your help.' He narrowed his eyes in amusement. If there was one woman on the Halsrason steading who did not need help, it was Marthe, the Maker of Mischief. He decided to humour her.'Help? How can I be of assistance, you seemingly helpless daughter of Loki?'She smirked at his friendly sarcasm. 'As you know, Roisin is learning our language. I need to say something to her in her own tongue, and you can translate for me.''What do you want to say to her?''I want her to know she can trust me. Give me the words for "Trust me".''Sister, I do not know of what you scheme, but the words you seek are: "Chur do mhuinin ionam".' Put your trust in me. Kristr knew his sister was plotting, no doubt his match with Roisin, but with a kiss on the cheek and a thank you, she repeated the words and bounced off. He caught Erik's eye and shook his head. Erik shrugged, obviously not part of Marthe's current endeavours. Kristr knew Marthe and knew that whatever she had planned for him, Erik's fate would not be far behind in their sister's meddlesome ways.Marthe’s interfering aside; he knew that he wanted to be a husband. When he spoke with Flynn and took her to see her father, he would ask permission.
As the meal came to an end, Roisin gave a small yawn, and immediately Marthe was by her side. 'Kristr, Roisin is tired. Tell her that I will take her and help her a-bed.' She turned to Roisin, and back to Kristr smiling sweetly.He gave an exaggerated sigh. 'Roisin, Sweetling, Marthe feels that you are tired this eve and she has offered to help you to your chamber. Do you wish her to assist you?'Roisin looked to Marthe who nodded excitedly. 'Oh, I am a little sleepy this evening Kristr, but do you promise to come in and wish me good night before you retire?''Of course. I will not be long' He kissed her cheek. He wanted to wish her much more than a good night.Roisin could not understand Marthe's enthusiasm for helping another woman to bed. As they entered Kristr's hall, she lit a taper from the smouldering hearth and lit a lamp as they went into Roisin's chamber. Marthe lit three more lamps within the room, bathing it in warm flickering light. She helped Roisin undress, not tolerating the smaller woman's reluctance at the removal of her thin linen shift.   As she covered Roisin with a soft seal fur for warmth and modesty, Roisin frowned as she heard Marthe speak in her own tongue. 'Put your trust in me.' Why would she say that?'Ja.' Roisin answered in Norse, confused.  Marthe squealed, jumped on top of her and looping a strip of linen around one of Roisin's wrists, then the other, she bound her hands, securing her to the slats of the wooden bed frame. Roisin twisted in outrage at her predicament, the fur slipping off her nude body, whilst Marthe smiled in approval. She placed a finger on Roisin's lips. 'Put your trust in me,' Marthe whispered again as she rearranged the fur to protect Roisin's modesty. She gave her a kiss on the cheek and waved good night. 
oooOOOoooRoisin was left alone, thoughts of Marthe's mischief spinning through her head.  How foolish and naive she had been to be so easily overpowered by the younger, but much taller woman. What was Kristr going to say when he saw her like this?  He said that he would come in to bid her good-night, and he would release her.  Or would he?  She recalled their earlier embrace in the woods, and blushed as she realised Marthe’s plan.


oooOOOoooMarthe sloped back into the hall, and poured herself a cup of ale.  She gave her brother a chaste kiss on the cheek, but it did not temper his suspicion.  ‘What have you done with Roisin?’  Marthe gave an exaggerated shrug.  ‘I have done nothing Kristr.  She is abed now, I helped her dress appropriately, and she is under the furs.’  Marthe giggled. ‘I have left you a gift, brother.’  She tugged the leather tie out of his bound hair, letting the waves tumble free.  ‘Chur do mhunin ionam,’ she whispered in his ear.  Why should he ever put his trust in her?  He grabbed the leather tie that dangled from his fingers, and with an exasperated growl, left the hall.Kristr walked into the room and saw a wide-eyed Roisin on her bed, her breaths coming in short sharp pants. Marthe, he thought. It was obvious that Roisin was naked, beneath the fur, scared to move too much lest the fur slide off and expose her to his ravenous eyes. Her hands were loosely tied, but the knot was secure.In her previous attempts to wriggle free from Marthe's bonds, Roisin was aware that the fur had moved a little around her legs, exposing her pale skin, slim ankles and calves to Kristr. He licked his lips as her looked at her as she tried not to writhe under his gaze.'Kristr! Marthe brought me here! She told me to trust her, and now look at me! I am trussed!'  She gave a half laugh half sob at her situation and her play on words.He sat on the linen chest. 'She told me she left me a gift in my chamber, this was not what I was expecting, but much better.' As he moved towards her, Roisin felt her heart beat faster and her womb tighten. She started to bite her lip in anticipation, but of what she was not sure. Kristr had promised never to take her against her will, and now she was willing in heart, soul and body. Her skin tingled as she looked up at him. He hadn't so much as touched her and she felt like she was going to explode.'Easy, Sweetling. He brushed his thumb across her trapped lip and she released it, her lips parting as she held his gaze. He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her cheek, as she rubbed against her his hand like a kitten looking for attention, pouting when he stopped. He gave her a chaste kiss on her open mouth, chuckling at her soft mewls when he moved away.'What is the matter my sweet little one? I am very happy with the gift left for me by Marthe; perhaps I should feast my eyes on you a little longer before I remove the wrapping.'Her voice filled with longing as she tugged on her bonds, and twisted, the silky silver fur having no purchase on her smooth skin, falling a little more, showing her slender thighs. 'Kristr! Please!''What do you want?''You.' The one word he wanted to hear.He removed his tunic, and bent over to release her, helping her to sit up on the bed. She blushed as she draped the fur around her shoulders to cover her breasts. Taking her hair, he smoothed and braided it before securing the braid with his own hair tie.Turning to face him, her hands cupped his face before stroking down over his shoulders and arms.  Entwining his fingers with hers, she pulled herself towards him, raising her head and parting her lips, her breaths shallow and fast. She closed her eyes and felt his warm mouth brush gently over hers.'Roisin.' His prayer. 'Look at me.' As he lost himself in her eyes, the green was barely visible over her dilated pupils.  Despite the uneven light, the sparkle of anticipation was there. He was conscious of her trembling below him, but it was not the shiver of fear.'Close your eyes.' As she obeyed, he kissed her eyelids, her nose, touching her lips lightly before pressing into a firmer kiss. Laying her back on the bed, the fur fell away and he surveyed every curve of her body, golden in the lamp light. She moved to cover her breasts and mons with her hands in shame as he caressed her body with those grey eyes, smouldering with want. He pushed her hands away.'Nei, Roisin, I want to look at you in all your beauty.' As she giggled nervously in embarrassment she went to cover herself again, but Kristr gently took her wrists, and holding her arms to her side he started to kiss her neck, her breastbone, sucking gently on her rosebud nipples. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensations, differing emotions rising within her, her back arching, pushing herself toward him.He moved down her belly, licking, nipping and kissing as he reached her mound over the soft curls leading to secret entrance. She whimpered as he kissed her thighs, easing her legs apart, murmuring in Norse. The words were unknown to her, but their sound no longer seemed harsh.'Easy, Sweetling,' she barely heard his words as his tongue began to lap at the nectar of her womanhood. Laving on her sweet bud, she moaned out in confusion and passion, feeling the tension rising within her womb as he continued his ministrations, one hand stroking and kneading her sweet behind, the other caressing her breast. Twisting her fingers into his auburn hair she cried aloud in ecstasy and surprise as she felt her first release, the waves of passion continuing as he worshipped her belly and hips with his mouth, alternating firm kisses with gentle nips.She gasped as he stood up to remove his breeches, and she saw him proud and erect above her. She had seen boy babies, but nothing like this. She could never accommodate anything of that size. Her eyes widened at the length and girth of a fully grown man.He sensed her fear, at her first view of a man filled with longing; he ran his hands down the sides of her body, delighting in the feel of her sensuous curves. He hissed, breathing in sharply as he felt her take him in her hands, her innocent exploring touch making his desire rise beyond anything he had felt before. He would not last if he surrendered to her touch.'I will be gentle, all will be well.' Bracing his body over hers, he leant in to kiss her, his mouth and tongue caressing her lips, his shaft reflecting the movements of his mouth as he sought her warm welcoming entrance. He paused as he savoured the sensation of being with a maiden. She gave a small moan as he entered her, her cry louder as he felt the breach of her maidenhead. He stilled as her velvet folds adjusted to his size. Looking into her eyes he saw her desire for him. This would not last long. He began to thrust, her warmth welcoming him, the rhythm of her hips meeting his.Tears of pleasure blinded her, as she felt her bliss climb once again. She pulled him into her, her legs curling around his, her hands clasping at his back and as he gave a final thrust, he felt the ripples of her pleasure collide with his as they locked in the lovers' embrace, sealing their union.



Thanks go to: For all pictures, E. Paterson, 




Bio
Maria MacAuley is from Derry, Ireland and has a degree in Celtic Languages. She is married to the love of her life, and they live in relative peace with two cats.

She has a secret wish that her husband will investigate his Nordic family tree further and whisk her off on a longboat to Hammerfest to view the Northern Lights.

If Maria were to choose her favourite tense, it should be the subjunctive, and is always keen to discuss same over a pint of Guinness.
email: banbha@hotmail.com




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Guest post with T.M. Franklin

About T.M. Franklin
T.M. Franklin started out her career writing non-fiction in a television newsroom. Graduating with a B.A. in Communications specializing in broadcast journalism and production, she worked for nine years as a major market television news producer, and garnered two regional Emmy Awards, before she resigned to be a full-time mom and part-time freelance writer. After writing and unsuccessfully querying a novel that she now admits, “is not that great,” she decided to follow the advice of one of the agents who turned her down—write some more and get better at it. Her first published novel, MORE, was born during National Novel Writing month, a challenge to write a novel in thirty days.
She lives in the Pacific Northwestwith her husband, Mike, is mom to two boys, Justin and Ryan, and has an enormous black dog named Rocky who’s always lying nearby while she’s writing. Whether he’s soothed by the clicking of the computer keys or just waiting for someone to rub his belly is up for debate.
In addition to MORE, Franklinpenned the Amazon best-selling short story, Window, as well as another short story, A Piece of Cake, which appears in the Romantic Interludes anthology. The sequel to MORE, The Guardians, will be released in the fall of 2013.
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About MORE
Ava Michaels used to think she was special.

As a child, she fantasized about having magical powers . . . making things happen. But Ava grew up and eventually accepted the fact that her childish dreams were just that, and maybe a normal life wasn't so bad after all.

Now a young college student, Ava meets Caleb Foster, a brilliant and mysterious man who’s supposed to help her pass physics, but in reality has another mission in mind. What he shows Ava challenges her view of the world, shaking it to its very core.

Because Caleb isn't quite what he seems. In fact, he's not entirely human, and he's not the only one.

Together, the duo faces a threat from an ancient race bound to protect humans, but only after protecting their own secrets—secrets they fear Ava may expose. Fighting to survive, Ava soon learns she's not actually normal . . . she's not even just special.

She's a little bit more. 
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About The Guardians: Book Two in the MORE Trilogy(Coming Fall 2013)
Ava’s life is . . . complicated.
After all, it’s not every day a girl learns she’s not entirely human, or unlocks hidden powers strong enough to make even the First Race sit up and take notice. After surviving an attempted kidnapping and standing up to the Race’s Ruling Council, Ava Michaels returns to college and what she hopes is a normal life. But Ava quickly realizes that for her, normal may not even exist anymore.
In fact, the Council wants her under their control, and they’re not the only ones. The mysterious Rogues have a plan of their own, and it turns out Ava’s a big part of it, whether she wants to be or not.
On top of that, her new relationship is tested in ways she never expected. Her boyfriend, Caleb Foster, has disappeared—accused of betraying the Race—and Ava herself stands implicated in a crime she didn’t commit.
Clearing their names will mean uncovering a web of deceit and intrigue with Ava woven right in the center. To unravel the strands, she joins forces with some unlikely allies; a Protector who once haunted her nightmares, a young girl with secrets as unexpected as Ava’s, and a group of rebel Guardians who have their own fight against the Council.
Together they stand in a battle to find the truth, bring Caleb home, and secure Ava’s freedom—not to mention save her life.
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About Romantic Interludes
The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House gives its readers seven spicy, sweet, and sassy stories guaranteed to satisfy.

What happens when the God of love is smitten by a mortal woman? Or when a marine comes home from overseas and wants a second chance with the one he let get away?

From a greeting card writer who hates Valentine’s Day, to a matchmaker who doesn’t believe in love, to a young couple who has to face fears from the past before then can accept their future – Romantic Interludes includes seven tales of love from these authors:

Lissa Bryan
Suzy Duffy
T.M. Franklin
Allie Jean
Sandi Layne
Sydney Logan
Jennifer Schmidt

Whether in an emergency room or flower shop, love is in the air. From first glances to second chances, this bundle of romantic stories will get your heart racing!
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About Window
Chloe Blake has a unique gift, an odd connection to her house that results in glimpses of the past, present, and future via the picture window in her living room. Unfortunately, it’s a gift that sometimes proves to be more of a curse. Especially when she tries to help out Ethan Reynolds, the gorgeous boy who lives across the street – an endeavor that, for some reason, always seems to backfire. Or leave her covered in mud.

But the house is convinced Ethan’s life is in danger and Chloe’s the only one who can save him. The problem is, he thinks she’s more than a little crazy.
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How Do You Find the Time?
Like many writers, I spend a lot of time on social media—Twitter, Facebook, Linked In, Pinterest. You name it and I have an account, although I use each of them to varying degrees. I came across a post in a daily update from one of them (I can’t remember which at the moment) entitled, “How Do You Find Time to Write?” It made me stop for a moment, mid keystroke, because it’s something I’m often asked, and something I’ve been particularly contemplating lately.
It’s easy to get caught up in the marketing machine of pushing a book—promotional campaigns, giveaways, discount days, review requests—and let the actual writing fall to the wayside, something to do tomorrow when the To Do list has dwindled to a manageable level.
But the fact of the matter is, when it comes to writing, I’m most successful not when I find time to write, but when I make time to write. Back when I started my first novel, MORE, I almost didn’t. I had signed up for National Novel Writing Month in November of 2011. NaNoWriMo, if you’re not familiar with it, is a commitment to write a novel of 50,000 words in one month. That’s 1,667 words a day. And you’re supposed to write each and every day.
Well, October 31st rolled around and my outline still wasn’t complete, but I decided to forge ahead and start writing anyway. Long story short, I made the 50,000 words (actually closer to 65,000) by making myself write at least 1,667 words each and every day. I never missed a day. I finished MORE early in 2012, and it was published that October, less than a year since I started it. None of that would have happened if I hadn’t jumped in with both feet and just made myself write.
Now, I know that it’s easier said than done. Like many indie-published writers I have a husband. I have kids. I have another job. I have a life that demands I pay attention to it and doesn’t always appreciate me retreating to my world of imaginary people.
But if you love doing something—whether it’s writing, drawing, music, or model train building—don’t wait for real life to calm down enough so you have time to do it. Take a little time on a regular basis—maybe not every day, but an hour a week? Twice a week? And let yourself do what you love. Make yourself do what you love. Make it a priority.
Because let’s face it, unless you’re Cinderella, dreams don’t come true unless you make them.

How do you find the time to do the things you love? Share your suggestions in the comments! 

Review Blood Prophecy (Sons Of Navarus #4) by Gabrielle Bisset

"Blood Prophecy"

Author: Gabielle Bisset
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 366
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: May 2, 2013
Author's Website
Buy Links: Amazon


Goodreads Blurb: 
I am everything you fear. I am vampire.

As the two Sons chosen to decipher the Prophecy of Idolas, Ramiel and Thane journey to find the key to defeating the Archons. Together with Noele, a born vampire, they confront their fates as they fulfill their duty to their world. Along the way, they'll find love, but death and betrayal lurk in the shadows, threatening everything dear to them.

Descended from the gods and warriors all, each Son's loyalty will be tested. Every action has consequences, and the choices they make now seal their fates. Alliances as old as the vampire world itself are reforged, and the Sons' duty is clear. Stop the Archons. Or die trying.
My Review:
I absolutely adore ALL of the sons! I still do not have a favorite even at this point in the series. It’s way too hard to choose among all of the delicious alpha hottie vamps. One thing I do know for sure is any and all fans of the genre will LOVE indulging in Blood Prophecy, actually I feel that way about the entire series. It’s so exciting, sensual, romantic and mysterious you’ll find yourself instantly addicted. I know I’m already growing impatient for the next one!
Even though this is Ramiel’s story. There’s a lot going on within this addition to the series. There’s Ramiel and Noele,  Hadrian and Sasa, Vasilije and much more. We get to find out a lot more of what makes Ramiel…Ramiel through flashbacks of time. His upbringing, life experiences, feelings and emotions. We get some of Thane’s back story as well which I truly enjoyed (I do so love him, but shhh). We also have a bit of a roller coaster ride going on in Vasilije’s life. I really cannot say much without giving things away and I don’t want to do that. Just be prepared to be addicted!

Gabrielle created an awesome world for us to enjoy with the Sons series. I even found myself needing a tissue with this one. One thing I’ve learned as I’ve read each book. ALWAYS be prepared for surprises because you’re definitely going to get them! The author also wrote this so well it can be read as a stand-alone. But I truly recommend experiencing the entire series. There’s so much to it!
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Review Fire Inside (Chaos #2) by Kristen Ashley

"Fire Inside"
Author: Kristen Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pages: N/A
Source: Netgalley
Published: June 2, 2013
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Goodreads Blurb:
Lanie Heron isn’t looking for love—no surprise, considering her last serious relationship nearly got her killed. So when Lanie propositions Hop Kincaid, all she wants is one wild night with the hot-as-hell biker who patrols with the Chaos Motorcycle Club...

For Hop, Lanie has always been untouchable. She’s too polished and too classy for his tastes. But when she gives Hop the once-over with her bedroom eyes and offers him a night in paradise, he can’t say no. And he doesn’t regret it when he finds that Lanie is the best thing that’s ever happened to him—in or out of bed. Now the trick will be to convince her of that.

My Review:I LOVE me some tattooed biker hotties and Fire Inside sure has them! I found myself unable to put my kindle down for very long at all. I lost a bunch of sleep too! Put it this way… I read it in 10 hours. There’s so much within these pages. Excitement, fun, love, friendship, family, sadness, happiness and the very best part… An amazing couple! A definite MUST read for any fans of the genre.
Lanie has been in her own head for over 7 years and with very good reason. Losing your fiancé, violently, using your own body to try and save him and coming close to death. AND having your best friend almost die in the process is a lot for one person to handle. Luckily she has Chaos. A loving, amazing and caring family of MC members that have taken her under their wing.  Lanie has even more than what everyone is aware of keeping her from opening her heart…
Hop has his own story. Not nearly as traumatic as Lanie’s. But it still has left him internally scarred. Being screwed in the most unpleasant way and from the mother of your children (a real bitch at that), did this hot, huge hearted man some harm for any future relationships. So the night he finds the one woman he’s always admired from a distance, but is not his flavor. Moving towards him with a sole purpose set upon her face. He finds himself in a bit of a…situation. One he actually does not mind being in.
A lot of up’s and down’s with these two. Luckily more up’s than down’s. They are an amazing pair and I enjoyed every minute of getting to know them. I look forward to more of this series and by this author in the very near future :)



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For Jake, it’s always been Gillian. It’s been her since that day she unknowingly stole a piece of his heart...when he watched her fall for one of his best friends. Resolved to the fate that she couldn't be his, he locked up the deeper emotions he felt for her and loved her as a friend.
As friends, they went through it all together. Marriages, births, divorces and even death. But when a shameful secret Gillian has kept from her friends is revealed, Jake realizes she needs him more than ever. He knew what it was like to go through heartbreak and he wasn't about to stand back and watch her endure it alone.
He also knew she would turn to him for support. What he wasn't prepared for was the return of the emotions he had long ago locked away. Could he control those emotions again and did he even want to? Could he make her realize his love for her was real, or would she slip through his fingers again?


EXCERPT aka- Here is a little bit of drama =) As he climbed the steps of the porch, he could hear music blaring from inside, which made him smile. Gillian loved to blare her music.Knowing she wouldn’t hear him if he knocked, not that he wasn’t accustomed to walking right in anyway, he made his way inside. Following the sound to the kitchen, he found Gillian looking adorable in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head in a messy concoction of curls and swirled colors, exposing her bare neck to him. He could smell the scent of food baking in the oven, and it filled him with warmth knowing that she prepared it for him. Since her back was to him, she still hadn’t noticed he was there as she worked at washing vegetables in the sink. He was about to make his presence known when she started moving her hips in time with the music she was blaring, and Jake’s body jumped in awareness.He stood there for moment and absorbed the sight of her dancing in the kitchen. It was sweet, and sexy, and a complete turn on. Hell, lately, just seeing her breathe was a turn on. He wanted to just press his body against hers and envelope her in his arms, but didn’t want to scare her since she hadn’t noticed his presence. Reaching over, he turned down the music, slowly, so as not to surprise her, but just enough to get her to notice and turn around. This had the desired effect because she glanced over her shoulder at the radio to see what was wrong. Her eyes landed on him, and she startled a bit before a big smile spread across her face at the sight of him. Seeing her reaction to him was like a drug to his system, and the warmth and heady sensation of her excitement spread. Oh, he knew she had always enjoyed his company, but now he could see the difference. He could see that he had moved past friends with her, and he was definitely okay with that.He didn’t want to wait another second, and he smiled back and made his way toward her. She was still busy in the sink as his hands found her waist, and his lips found her cheek. “Hey there sexy. I’m sorry if I startled you,” he said while his hands ventured forward from her waist to gently pull her body against his. She went willingly and sighed as her body relaxed against him, like it was the only place in the world she wanted to be. Again that heady feeling of satisfaction spread through him. He knew for certain there was no other place in the world he wanted to be either.“It’s okay. I'm just wondering how long you were standing there and if you happened to bear witness to my horrible singing skills?” she said a little breathlessly as he pressed soft kisses to her bare shoulder and neck. His need was rising, and the desire to make her completely his was a living, breathing being inside of him. He was about to tell her that he unfortunately missed that part of the show when he suddenly felt his body pulled away from hers—flying backward. Jake felt his ass hit the ground with a thud as he tried to shake the confusion that surrounded him at what was going on. He saw Gillian spin around and surprise register on her face. Jake looked up only to see Logan standing over him, red faced and furious.It took Jake a moment to gather what was going on as Logan proceeded to reach down and grab Jake’s shirt to yank him back off the ground while growling at him, “Get your fucking hands off of my wife!” The adrenaline started to pump through Jake’s body when he heard Logan say my wife, because that certainly wasn’t the case anymore.


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Melanie is an amazing mother of four, an awesome and tolerant wife to one, and nurse to many. If you don’t believe her, just ask anyone in her family, they know what to say. She is also a devoted chauffeur, the keeper of missing socks, a genius according to a six year old, the coolest soccer uniform coordinator according to a twelve year old, and the best damn ‘mac-n-cheese-with-cut-up-hot-dog maker in the whole world. Well that last title isn’t really official, but it’s still pretty cool to be called it.
When not being ordered around by any of the kids, you can find her with her nose in a book or on the sideline of a soccer game cheering on one team or another. But that’s mostly because she has a thing for the coach. When she is not doing all of the above, you can find her obsessed with a group of fictional characters all vying for a spot on the page of whatever she’s working on. It’s a fun and crazy life to lead, but wouldn’t have it any other way.



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Review Bella Key by Scarlet Chastian

"Bella Key"
Author: Scarlet Chastian
Genre: Erotic Romance
Pages: 75
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: April 30, 2013
Author Website
Buy Links: Amazon

Goodreads Blurb: 
 Maddie Jacobs must be crazy. At least that’s what her mother thinks. Professionally, she’s confident and secure; personally, she’s a hot mess. Not even a marriage proposal from a man who adores her can quell her search for something more.
In need of an escape, Maddie flees to Key West’s most southern island, Bella Key, to rest and recharge at Casa Bonita. She almost gives up on weekend retreat when the Bed & Breakfast is closed for repairs until Sunny Rojas, the inn owner, extends an offer of friendship, sweet tea and a room. Still reeling from a breakup with her longtime partner, Sunny is thankful for the diversion from her own broken heart.

The arrival of a fierce storm forces the women’s emotional journey to a head and leads them into each other’s arms. But can Maddie throw her hangups to the wind and go with her heart? The magic of Bella Key teaches her that passion cannot be placed neatly into boxes labeled right and wrong, because love knows no boundaries.

Warning: sensual f/f erotic romance
My Review:
A short very sweet f/f original erotic romance that left me wanting more in the very best of ways. Bella Key is a very realistic and classily written erotic romance that’s a definite must read for all fans of the genre.
The pressure is on for Maddie. It always is. Between work, her personal life and her mother’s constant reminders of life and the ticking clock. She needs a break! Being spontaneous and just going for it she decides on a mini vacation where she meets Sunny. The sweet and sexy B&B owner and has a blast. She’s also made a couple of new and exciting discoveries which I’ll keep to myself. You all are just going to have to read to find out :)
Scarlet Chastain is off to a great start in her writing career. She created some very likeable characters and settings with an original and entertaining story. I plan to keep my eyes open for more of her work.



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Review Forever by Design (Design #3) by Elizabeth A. James

"Forever by Design"
Author(s): Elizabeth James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 254
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: May 12, 2013

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Goodreads Blurb: 
They met by chance, and fell in love. But is it meant to be forever?
Callie and Justin are living their fairytale. They are so close to having the family they’ve always when suddenly Callie finds herself fighting the insecurities that she’s been feeling all of her life. This time, the results could be deadly. Can Justin help heal her pain or will the stress drive them apart? Jay and Jane are trying to plan their future as they face the challenge of Tyler’s fight for the child he’s never known. Jolene becomes the pawn in a dangerous game until a tragic twist of fate forces Jane to finally confront the man she once loved.
Their fates are set, their lives intertwined and their happiness in jeopardy. Can they all finally find their happily ever after?
My Review:
An excellent continuation from where Life by Design (Design #2) left off. It continues to be fun, refreshing, funny, romantic, exciting and even surprising! A definite must read for any fans of the genre. PLEASE be sure to read the first 2 books of the series before picking up this one so you get the full effect of the changes each character goes through. You won’t regret it!

We have Justin and Callie. They’ve been together for some time now and are still going just as strongly as they were from the start. They now have an exciting addition to their lives and even more to celebrate!
Jane, Jay and Jolene continue to grow in strength as a family. A very happy one that I truly grew to adore. They go through many changes and a few ‘bumps’. But it only brought them closer together.

All of the characters in the story are amazing. I love them all!!! Forever by Design is a very satisfying read. Actually the entire series is altogether very satisfying. I’m sad to see it come to its end. But VERY happy to have gotten to experience it. Great job Elizabeth!

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Review Bitter Blackout by Shelly Schultz, N.A. Foy, Lynn Todd, Dori Klaproth & R.A. Sears

"Bitter Blackout"
Author(s): Shelly Schultz, N.A. Foy, Lynn Todd, Dori Klaproth & R.A. Sears
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 70
Source: Author in exchange for a honest review.
Published: March 19, 2013

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Goodreads Blurb: 
Mirrors of darkness. Love found in the arms of an enemy. Magic users who defy death. The silent corridors of a temple. A young woman runs the gauntlet and fights against her own kind for survival. All of these can be found within the realm of Bitter Blackout.

Featuring works from cutting-edge authors: N.A. Foy, Lynn Todd, Dori Klaproth, Shelly Schulz
My Review:
Three poems and two short stories are what make up Bitter Blackout. My favorite of the anthology is (hands down) The Harrowing. It’s an exciting story of love, loss and a great journey. The very strong and realistic characters and a very well written paranormal short that I did NOT want to end! I hope one day the author will continue it so we can see where Garett and Alice end up in the long run. I’d also like to know if Alice got her revenge AND if the awesome Riven was truly happy with his pack position…

A different variety within the pages of this book. Some deep poetry and a couple of short stories are within. Each one shows some of the intense talents the writers possess. An enjoyable read for fans of paranormal, poetry or anyone looking for something containing a different sort of variety.

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Official Tour Destined for Something by Angus H. Day

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Book Title:  Next You: Destined for SomethingAuthor:  Angus H. DayRelease Date:  April 23, 2013Genre:  Sci-Fi FantasyPublisher:  GMTA Publishing, LLCPresented by:  As You Wish Tours
BRIEF SYNOPSIS
In the last year of mandatory school each soon to be graduate takes a multitude of tests toefficiently funnel them into the right career. Personality profiles showing you to be low IQ, bigoted and prone to senseless violence really increase your chances of being denied. Scores mean enough to tempt test takers to cheat using answer sets bought from sketchy characters. You don't always get what you pay for as Felix Dernoft discovers in Destined for...Something, a Next You novel.


EXCERPT
Moving Day
We arrived at level four meeting the movers at residence four seventy three just emerging from their cargo platform.  They were not to begin until we removed the official.  I opened the hard case and issued us our doses of High-Perc that would last for ten minutes.  As soon as we armored and armed we each inhaled slowing down time.  I crashed through the door first while simultaneously Lionel vaulted me stunning the official and his wife.  And his daughter.  And his grandmother.  And his male sex worker dressed in a thong made of barb wire.  Yea, that seemed to be everyone.
I looked up from the floor to see a man at least ten kilos bigger than me yelling at us as the fog from the High-Perc left.  "You dumb asses hit the wrong place.  The official and his wife live at four seventy four."  That registered and Lionel grabbed me up off the ground from my left shoulder as we rushed to use the last of the High-Perc to take out four seventy four.  I had just enough left to get me through the door and Lionel didn't show boat this time, one stun per target and only two.  Fuck me.
The big guy came in smiling "You guys are lucky.  That was the Chairman of the Community Ethics Committee.  He won't be pressing any charges.  As soon as the meat bags are gone we'll do our thing."  He kept smiling as he raised his wrist and tapped at the watch he wore.
Lionel ran out and backed the armored car to the front door.  I mag clamped both their hands and tossed them in the back.  I asked "Was that quick enough for you zipper head?"  Turning to the noise of Lionel slamming the back door I caught the giant's fist on the left side of my face and luckily the wall stopped my flight.  Somehow I got in the passenger seat and we were moving.
Lionel "What the fuck is your problem?  We got to work with these guys."
I didn't know what my problem was so I kept silent and he glared at me until he needed to maneuver the car through tight corridors.  The drop was in sub level fourteen and the only requirement was that it not be within two hundred meters of an elevator or stairs.  We reached the level and he found a large enough old construction staging area to get up to ten kilometers per hour, I triggered the hatch to flip up as he turned the car a one eighty and stopped abruptly.  The sound of stuff rolling out onto the concrete was all we heard.  I closed the hatch and remote released the mag-clamps as we pulled away.  Looking in the side mirror I saw the woman attempt to get up and move to her husband as the first Ravenarous launched from the shadows tearing a big enough chunk out of her chest that from fifty meters I could see the fountain of blood.

AUTHOR BIOI live in Fort Collins Colorado with my wife and son. My daughter has embarked on her career as a graphics designer. I've been an Infantryman, Swine Farmer, smattering of other trades and jobs and now I'm a manufacturing pharmaceutical chemist. What aspect of my life that is devoted to fitness favors swimming in open water which means I spend most of the year working out in a pool then hit the lakes when it warms up a bit. My wife Cheryl safety kayaks for me when we manage to make it work. One day when I was waiting on everybody else in the house to get off of the computer when it hit me. Start doing what I had wanted to do for the last thirty years, write science fiction stories. I've read extensively, experienced way more than a person is entitled to and I am a scientist. That being said, sometimes I just pull them out of my ass. The ability to picture a scene in my head helps, once I stop laughing uncontrollably for no reason.
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