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Foster of Dark Prologue

Hello R.M. Fans. ��Here is the Prologue from Foster of Dark. Please remember that this is not the final version. Things may change when we are in the final stages of editing. Don’t enjoy this preview alone, share it with friends. Thank you for all of your support. Until next time, stay naughty.

R.M. Garry

Prologue

Marcelus

Marcelus Noir���s lungs burned from exertion. He was leading the women of magic toward safety by running through the Blue Forest. They all had the power to blaze to the tree that lead to the mortal realm but using that power would alert the Derans. Their group had been running for at least two hours because the sun had set. The idea of taking a short break clawed at his resistance. A moment to rest against the sweet scented blue grass would refuel his spirit. The idea evaporated with the reality of what could happen.

When a man is at war, rest is equivalent to death.

He was a young beacon, and at the age of 10 mortal years, his body was not at full power. Adult Beacons could run for hours without resting. Being so young made it difficult to run for so long without some rest. For now, determination would have to take the place of limitless energy. When violence erupted in Dera, Marcelus wanted to do something to protect his family. His mother had been drugged and left for dead by people they had called family. A war between the houses of magic and the original Derans soon followed. Everyone assumed he would hide away while his loved ones battled for survival. Marcelus went in search of the Ether and asked for her assistance. Their conversation a few hours ago played on an endless loop in his head.

“Grandmother Ether, help me. Tell me what to do.” He begged.

“Marcelus, my young beacon, it is time for you to play your part.” She stated as her brilliant light filled the forest.”

“I want to help. Let me fight.” His hands curled into tight balls at his sides.

“You do not have to yield a sword in order to protect the women and children of this land, my child.”

The Ether���s golden hair and glowing skin made it difficult to look at her directly. Her white eyes seemed to see through him. The Blue Forest grew silent as if afraid to overshadow this powerful God.

“My powers are limited Grandmother.”

“Nothing is limited if I will it so.”

He lowered his gaze to the ground. The Ether was their creator, guardian, and God. How could he doubt her power?

“Lift your eyes to me my son.”

He raised his head and watched as she glowed even brighter.

���Open your mind to me and I will tell you everything you need to know. Speaking telepathically is the only way to ensure we won���t be heard by others.” Her voice was commanding as she imposed her will on his open mind. She spoke in his mind:

The house of magic and original Dera are at war. The dark Dera will not stop until all Beacons, and future Beacons are full of Blue Spirit and forced to return to my essence. You must guide the Houses of Sept and Noir to the mortal realm. They will have to hide all over the world where magic is potent. It is the only way to ensure the survival of my children.

As her words ended, a wave of white light poured from her body into his chest.

Heat coursed through his veins as his limbs gained renewed strength. Marcelus wanted to both cry and leap with joy. His body shook as he fell to his knees before her.

He was pulled back to their current flight from danger as Ahmose collapsed from the weight of her pregnant belly. She was his mother���s best friend and leader of the house of Sept. Marcelus called water from the land to quench her thirst. There were six other women with them. They all tried to help Ahmose regain her strength.

“Thank you Marcelus. You have taken such great care of us.” Ahmose said as she rose to her feet.

Her flushed cheeks and sweaty covered face made him feel guilty. It took a lot to push a Beacon to that point. This was too much for her, but they had no choice. He was pushing this pregnant woman to her limits. This was the only way to ensure the safety of her unborn baby and the rest of the women there. They had to keep going.

His next words were filled with the sorrow that was gripping his heart. “We must continue. I am sorry, sisters.”

It was Femi who spoke next. “My young warrior, we are honored to follow your command. Let us resume our journey.”

She gave him an affectionate smile and a brief hug.

As their feet continued to pound against the forest floor, Marcelus���s thoughts returned to his conversation with the Ether.

“Will you lead them?” she asked.

���I will,��� Marcelus pledged.

“Let the women know what they must do in order to survive. Here are my instructions.”

As the mental pictures of what was expected flooded his mind, the women of magic from the house of Sept, and Noir appeared in the forest. The Ether had transported them to Marcelus.

She spoke to him and her daughters.

“My daughters go with Marcelus, warrior from the House of Noir. He will lead you to safety.”

She looked at him one last time before saying “My son, this journey will be a terrifying one. It will test your strength and faith. It may be a long time before you are home again.”

“I am ready. I will not fail.”

He pulled the hood attached to his jacket closed in order to protect his ears during the run.

“No, Marcelus, it is I who has failed you.”

Before he could say another word, she was gone.

He and the women had finally arrived at the portal that separated Dera from the mortal world. It was hidden inside of an old African Baobab tree. No one could see it unless the Ether willed it so. The opening to leave would only last for brief minutes.

Time was not on their side. They had been running for too long. By now someone would be on their trail. He started casting the magic that would protect the women and allow them through the tree. The green energy flowed from his fingers and wrapped around the women. The light danced in the air in preparation for his final spell. The air would turn bright red when the magic begins to work. Marcelus spoke to the women quickly. He did not want anyone else to hear the instructions he had been given.

���You must tell your children The Story of Origin once their power arrives. Once you leave, you will be mortal, and your bonded mates will pass when you pass. Open yourself to the Ether and one day you���ll return to Dera. Bind your children to your spirit as long as you can. They will be born Beacons with more power than a God. You must protect them, so they are not captured by the Dera. Once they���re born, the Dera will sense their existence. They���re no longer immortal, but they’re still connected to the eternal spirit of the Ether. Make sure your children carry the name of all the houses who contributed to their birth. The new Beacons must command more than one house. You���ll be sent into countries that are firmly rooted in magic.���

Tears fell from the faces of the women as they hugged one another. He had to look away. An emotional warrior could not protect his people.

Marcelus continued, ���Seek the assistance of the mortal Gods if you must. When the war is over, we will all return home.��� The women hugged him and began to cast the spells that would bind them with his Truth in Direction spell. The magic would also slow down their pregnancy significantly. If the Beacons were born later than expected, then the Dera would not find them.

Each daughter of magic began to disappear. Before Agna left, he kissed her belly. Her daughter Angelique had always danced in her womb when she heard his voice.

He spoke to her, “goodbye my friend, one day I will bring you back. I, Marcelus Noir, will lead you to Dera.���

Agna���s tears touched his cheeks as she cried. She pulled him close and whispered, ���she will be waiting, brave warrior.”

He stepped away so she could leave. She grabbed Femi and Ahmose’s hands as they stepped into the tree. As he looked on, their eyes widened. They screamed for him to turn. He turned in time to see a figure appear with a woman who looked like his dead mother.

His instincts told him to blaze away. This was one of the men involved in his mother���s death. He still had blue hands from handling the poison he had used. Marcelus could not get away in his weakened state. The man grabbed him by the neck and put a blue fruit in his mouth. Tears fell from his eyes as realization dawned. Marcelus knew he would never see Dera again.

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Foster

Foster D���Arc gasped for air. Her lungs refused to accept any oxygen. The cold, wet feel of her own filth made her whole body shiver. She could hear the staccato beat of blood dripping from her skin onto the wooden floor.��Each raspy breath she took echoed like death in her ears. The red hair she loved now felt hard and sticky against her scalp. This nightmare was slowing consuming her soul.

It was her 18th birthday.

The momentous day had been on her mind for the last four years. She would finally be able to leave her foster home and make a life of her choosing. Someone had different plans.

Her guardian, Abo, stood over her in a daze. He was waiting for Papa Loko’s approval. Papa Loko was a Voudou Loa that protected Hougans and Mambos. He demanded inhumane sacrifices.

This entity had spent eight years torturing her. He would request that Abo whip her until her skin would bleed. One week, she endured three days of lashings with a bamboo rod until she pretended to worship Loko. The beatings consumed her body until every fiber of her being was baptized in pain.

The agony became so familiar and intimate that she waited for it like a hungry child. She knew there was no escaping it. The system set up to protect her had failed in every way possible. The social worker never noticed the bruises or signs of abuse.

Abo would always say that her sacrifices would ensure they remained safe.

���You must sacrifice because he has given you a good home,��� was his constant sermon.

Abo���s devotion to Papa Loko proved how dark the Vodou religion could be.

Abo finally spoke. ���Pa f�� danje antre nan kay la, ti zwazo.���

His smoky voice made her cringe.

It was the same warning over and over. ���Don���t invite danger into our home, little bird.���

She hated the nickname. When she was younger, her aunt had called her little Agna. Agna had been her mother who���d died during childbirth. The happy memory of her aunt���s loving voice was replaced by a fire blazing along her cheek.

Foster was immediately pulled back to her current state of nothingness.

Her deranged guardian had slapped her and now stood over her with a candle and began to dance and chant calling the loa forward.

His song was both a physical and mental assault. There were deep gashes on her arm caused by a box cutter. The cuts formed an angry work of woven art across her body. She had been there on that floor for two hours. Every click of the grandfather clock from the living room was a haunting melody. She began counting the seconds in order to escape the pain.

First, she was beaten, violated, and then cut with a blade. When he was done, she was tied to the floor with rope in a room adjacent to the living room. The room had been adorned with talismans, pictures, and idols dedicated to the Loa. ��The torture continued as the minutes melted into hours. All she could do was lay in agony and wait. Suddenly the heat traveled from her face and caressed the flesh above her thighs.

Why not? She thought.

She���d assumed he���d placed the lit candle against her skin. Lifting her head to verify the torture was too much. She was weak and exhausted. There was no burning sensation, she just felt hot. The slight warmth increased in intensity. It became invisible lava.

The imaginary flames swelled like an out of control forest fire in her head. It devoured whatever was left of her sanity.

Abo had finally done it. She was going to die. Death hovered inches from her heart, and she waited for it to liberate her from Abo and the world. Death never came. She remained on fire for long moments until a voice boomed in her head.

���Vous disposez d’attente pour la mort, mais il ne viendra pas aujourd’hui.���

The voice seemed to shake the room and then it changed into a taunting singsong sound.

���I forgot you only speak Kreyol and English. You were not given the opportunity to be educated properly. Why don’t we move beyond the language thing and discuss your little situation.���

Foster’s body shook violently and then she saw nothing.

The voice spoke again. ���You are dramatic, little bird.���

She was in a dark place being taunted by the faceless voice. Her body was still bound to the floor. Then she heard the silky voice again.

���I mean trying to die before your purpose if fulfilled. Did we say you could die?���

���Who are you?��� She could barely manage the question. ���What do you want?���

���We are many things,��� was the confusing response.

���How is that an answer?���

���Oh, little bird, would you like to continue playing with Abo or are you ready to end your

little torture experience? I must say Abo has become a bit aggressive with you.���

Fury ripped through her. She screamed her next words.

���A little aggressive, is that what you call being tortured? Aggressive! Send me back now and let him finish! Where were you when Abo beat me until I could not walk? The only thing I am prepared to do is die.���

���Are you angry, little bird?���

She spat in the direction of the voice.

���Stop calling me that. My name is Foster.���

���No, your name is Angelique, but we can call you Foster. If you are through with the theatrics, we are here to give you a gift.���

Foster put a temporary lid on her rage by grinding her teeth. It was the only way to keep her mouth shut.

���Good bird, I mean Foster.���

Then they appeared, twins dancing between male and female forms. They were without definition but looked exactly the same except for their eyes. One twin possessed piercing hazel eyes that seemed almost gold. The other had cold dark blue eyes. Their bodies were glowing amber light that brightened as they came closer.

Foster forgot to breath.

���If you don’t breathe, you will die and then we can’t give you the gift.���

She closed her eyes and waited.

���We can free you from Abo. We will make it so that no one can ever use your body as their sacrifice. All you have to do is say you will take our gift and never attempt to suppress it. We will lead you to all the people who are responsible for your little vacation in Abo world.���

I swear I will kill these freaky twins if they do not shut up.

Those monsters called her ordeal a vacation? Their careless words doused her rage with ethanol, and she allowed it to explode.

���Go to hell, you demons!���

There was silence then the voice boomed again.

���You dare call us demons? Maybe we should heal you so that you can experience the pain again. Would you like that, Foster? Would you like to wake up feeling Abo ripping you into a thousand pieces? We are the truth that lives in darkness. We are Lemi, and you will obey us.���

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I will die a thousand deaths. No one will own me ever again.��� Foster shrieked at her tormentors loud enough for them to taste her hatred.

���Do you want the gift or not?���

���I���ll take your gift and use it in my coffin.���

���Ok, whatever you want little bir…Foster.��� Without warning, they disappeared.

She opened her eyes to Abo’s wretched form looming over her with a white candle. Hatred, rage, and pain seduced her once more.

She looked at Abo and yelled, “Ou pral mouri. You are going to die.”

As he reached back to slap her, a cloud of smoke rose from the candle in Abo’s hand.

It forced itself into Abo’s nose and mouth. It invaded every pore in his sinus cavity and consumed his breath. He stumbled and landed on the floor. He begged his Voodoo God to save him. The fire from the candle engulfed the room. Abo couldn���t yell or pray. His gaze was transfixed on something. Foster could not move so she just kept staring at the black cloud that was consuming the air.

It floated down and crawled up her body. She inhaled and felt it flow into her lungs. A sense of calm engulfed her broken spirit. Death had finally found her and this time he would take her away. Foster lay still, waiting to choke, but the smoke lifted her up off of the ground. The ropes snapped as the dark energy forced her to stand over Abo.

Their eyes locked, and she smiled at the terror on his face. The compulsion to conquer and destroy this weak man made her skin feel tight. For a mere second, there was complete stillness. They both held their breath, waiting to strike. Instead of breathing, a dark snake-like energy poured from her mouth and flew into Abo.

His desperate wheezing made her smile.��He made no sound, but his body shook so hard that it cracked the floorboards. Then he was still. The dark energy returned to Foster. Her body hit the floor, and she was drowned in darkness as greedy flames devoured the house.

Sex, Love Tweet Chat #SexLoveNow #Beacon2

Hello, R. M. Fans,

It has been a long time since I posted an update or blogged.�� In true R.M. fashion, this post will sizzle.�� As we all know, it is the ���show me you love me more today than other days��� season.�� No, I am not against Valentine���s.�� It is a great time for couples to rekindle some spark. Mr. Garry and I spark all the time, so we don���t usually engage in the expensive festivities.�� In honor of this holiday, I am going to strip people (mentally) bare. On Friday February 13th and Saturday February 14th, 2015, I will be hosting a tweet chat.�� Please bring your real self to the chat. ��It is time to address our desires honestly. Here is the question I am posing.�� If given the choice, would you choose everlasting love or supernova sex? Do not just answer this question based on what you have been told or what you believe to be right. What does the inner you yearn for the most? If I were to strip away all of your defenses, what would I find?

This topic is addressed in Beacon of Sound. Marie had no idea what she wanted.�� Every time the truth came to light, it was tucked into a neat little box. Marie���s soul craved no needed something more and she ignored it until it was too late.�� The problem with hiding or suppressing raw need is its power to seep out of your pores. All it takes is a well-placed word or trained hand, and you will come undone.

Maybe the question is more complicated than we understand. At the beginning of a relationship, can you truly be in love without physical fulfillment?�� If the body is not satisfied, can the spirit remain connected in love?�� What are your thoughts on love and sex?

This Valentine���s weekend 2/13 & 2/14 at 2 p.m., join me on Twitter for a chat. Use this link http://twchat.com/hashtag/SexLoveNow to join.�� Respond to this question and add the hashtag #SexLoveNow or #Beacon2. You can also send a tweet with the hashtags.�� ��Everyone who participates will be entered for a chance to win either a paperback copy of Beacon of Sound or a $10 Amazon gift card.

I look forward to our discussion.�� Until next time, stay naughty because you are good at it.

R.M. Garry

Growth and Changes

Hello, R. M. fans,

I know it has been a while so I will try to move this post along quickly. The journey towards becoming a published author has been full of surprises. My goal is to share both my joys and lessons with readers. I have learned that support is a powerful motivator. Having a constant push from my book club, friends, family members, and other authors encourage me to continue the journey. Motivation and talent do not equal success. As an author, I am the one who defines and measures my success. No one can define your art but you. I will say for a first novel, Beacon of Sound did better than I expected. I am still hoping readers will post more reviews.

In an effort to continue improving my work and gain more exposure, I am removing Beacon of Sound from all online retailers except for Kindle. Marketing for Kindle has been easier, and many of my readers come from Amazon. My fans mean the world to me, and I want to remain focused in order to provide quality work. Focusing on one retailer will allow me to do that. During this transition, I will be putting out an updated version of the novel. Thank you for purchasing Beacon of Sound and spreading the word. Since publishing Beacon of Sound in July, I have continued working. I completed another full novel and plan on finishing the Skin Deep novel by March of 2015.

There have been numerous changes in my personal and professional life. I hope to continue sharing those highs and lows with you for years to come. Until next time, stay naughty because you are good at it.

R.M. Garry

Beacon of Sound

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Thank you Christy Campbell for writing an amazing interview. Christy and the Read it Here First team made this interview sing. Please enjoy and share her hard work.

R.M. Garry

Originally posted on You Read It Here First:

A woman who seemingly has it all is about to get her world shaken up by one worldly man, and the results just might be too hot to handle. Take an average counselor living an unsuspecting life and throw in one incredibly delicious prince who thinks he needs to save her, and the result just might be one sensual disaster. In this mildly erotic tale by R. M. Garry, two people learn just how far each is willing to go in order to find a place in each other���s lives, and perhaps something beyond wild desire.

Interviewer: Christy Campbell

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Tell us about yourself and how you came to enjoy writing.

I am a day dreamer. I know everyone says that, but it is true in my case. My characters are always role playing in my head. At least now I have a way to share the insanity with the���

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Guest Blog on Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

This was one of my favorite guest blogs. I was excited about being able to speak openly about being a juggler aka a mom who does a little too much. I hope you enjoy the blog. This one will also be listed under the family series.

Creatively Green Write at Home Mom: http://creativelygreen.blogspot.com/

Lean Mean Juggling Machine

I have been given the honor of writing a guest blog. Since I was able to get more than 4 hours of sleep. My words will actually be coherent. Today I would like to address the act of juggling. I am qualified to discuss juggling.  I am a lean (not really that lean) mean (unless my kids cry) juggling (I am clumsy and drop things) machine (sometimes I do too much).

I have the privilege of being married to a superhero and gave birth to three perfect little boys. Now that everyone’s ego is super inflated it’s time to get real.

Friends and family have spent the past 12 years asking if I am on some super drug. My older sister has checked my back for batteries on numerous occasions. Like most modern moms, I am a full-time employee working more than 40 hours per week. As of this year, I am at the tail end of a Master’s in Mental Health program.  My three boys are known as the wolf pack because they dominate everything. One child is an eleven-year-old genius who needs little to no help from mommy. The second wolf is a 10-year-old mathematician who happens to have Asperger’s.  The leader is a six-year-old wolf pup who spends more time drawing than he does communicating with humans. As if the entertainment in my life is not enough, I listened to the wacky characters in my head and started writing again. Are you wondering about my batteries too? No need. I will tell you how to become a lean, mean, imperfect juggling machine. The answer will be yours for free 99.

I learned to juggle all of my obligations, loves, and desires by releasing control. My cultural background is all about women owning every aspect of family life. I grew up in a household with a Haitian father and a Guadeloupian mother (Guadeloupe is a small island located in the Caribbean near South America). Our household was the standard for intercultural families. We were expected to memorize all the cultural standards for both cultures while learning English. I was also born in Guadeloupe. My mother worked, cooked, cleaned, and helped with homework. My father worked, cleaned, helped with homework, and only cook if mom was gone. We were grateful that he only cooked a few times a year. There is only so much everything, but the kitchen sink rice a person can safely eat.  I grew up believing I had to do it all. No matter how insane I felt, I was the woman of the house.

One day, I fell asleep and woke up the next day. I was exhausted and had been fighting a horrible cold. The house was still standing, the kids were alive, and dinner didn’t put anyone in the ER. My husband had pitched in and taken care of everything. He had been pitching in from the time our first little wolf pup had been born. Instead of allowing him to take on certain duties, I held on to them. It was that day I realized there was no trophy given to women who went insane because they did everything. We are often driven to believe that we must do it all in order to have it all. Spending hours doing everything leaves no time for the people we love or time for the pursuit of our passions. Letting go and allowing my husband to play co-juggler gave me the peace I thought was out of reach for me. He works, does laundry, helps with homework, and cleans. I work, cook dinner, help with homework, do my own homework, write steamy novels, and load the dishwasher.

We both juggle many different obligations. Sometimes we both get tired and half to switch tasks. The moment my little wolf pup says, “Mommy I want cuddles” the world stops. I never want to take on so much that I miss the little moments where I can just sit on the couch and cuddle with my little wolf pup. I also stop what I am doing when my little mathematician wants to tell me about the show he watched for the fourth time. When the kid genius wants to debate about the purpose of unfair rules or the theory of relativity, I give him a college level debate. Juggling is pointless when you drop your most fragile balls in order to catch replaceable rubber balls. I can get a new job or change my major.  The stories I want to write will still be there after an hour of playing B-Damon Fury with the boys. The joys of watching your children learn and grown can be gone in the blink of an eye. Never take your eyes off of your most precious gifts. Juggle with a partner when possible. If you are alone juggling just enough but always make time to cuddle. When you drop the extra balls, clutch your main balls closer. Being a lean, mean, imperfect, juggling machine means knowing when to let the extra balls fall.

Thank you for having me Creatively Green Write at Home Mom.

R.M. Garry

Author Interview on Pembroke Sinclair

Pembroke Sinclair: http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/

Q) What inspired you to write this story? 

I was inspired by my small hometown and cultural background. I grew up in Immokalee Florida. It is a small migrant community outside of Naples Florida. Immokalee is a town full of diverse cultures and hidden treasures. My Haitian and French background played a significant role in the development of the story and characters.

Q) How long did it take you to write?

The story was in the works for over two years. I had to juggle being a mom, wife, employee, full time Mater’s student and writing. I finally dug in and finished this year. Honestly the idea of finally giving my work to the world was terrifying.

Q) What is your favorite thing about writing?

I love losing myself in the world I create. It is a world without maps and I am the only one who knows the destination of the story.

Q) What is your least favorite thing about writing?

It breaks my heart when the story I am writing ends. The endings are always very hard for me.

Q) If you could be any famous person for one day, who would you be and why?

I would be Oprah. I would have enough money to write full time and still provide for my family.

Q) What is the oldest thing in your fridge and how old is it?

The oldest thing in my fridge is a 5-month-old box of Magnum ice cream. Technically it is being held in suspended animation in my freezer. I refuse to throw good ice cream away. Besides I will eat it when my first not nice review rolls in.

Q) What can readers expect from you in the future?

Beacon of Sound is part of a five-book series for now. Beacon Holiday is a novella that will give a little more information about the Beacons and tie into the next full novel. The Novella is due out this December and Foster of Dark book two of The Noir Dera will be out in the spring of 2015.

I am aiming to publish Hearts Unbound by December of this year. It is a story about reclaiming love when it is tragically ripped from you. Ramon Sifuentes and Sophia Griffin take an emotional journey in hopes of reclaiming love. The help of nosey friends, family members, and a ghost lead to some hilarious and heartwarming moments.

Guest Blog-Roxanne’ Realm-Short Story

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A Halloween Short Story by R.M. Garry Author of Beacon of Sound

Demon Bride

This Halloween, I am finally going to tell a story that only my father knows about. Since I am an author, reality and fiction will run together so don’t bother verifying any of this information. Just keep in mind that most of this story is true. Names and ages have been changed to protect the naughty. Everyone in this story is of legal drinking age.  Hope you enjoy the story.

R.M. Garry

Halloween Many Moons Ago

I have always had a deep love for Kompa music. Even as a little girl, the sound of live instruments setting the mood for the beautiful voice of a lead singer excited me. As a woman, Kompa became more than Haitian dancehall music. It was the embodiment of passion on the dance floor. The lead singer would seduce you with his erotic words while the band kept your body moving.  No woman can resist the pull of Kompa music. The songs could last for 15 to 20 minutes each depending on how the band felt that night. The feeling of being caressed by the music and my partner always left me high and needy.  One night my favorite band came to Tampa. It would be my first opportunity to see T-Vice live. Just the thought of dancing for the lead singer made me hot. Yes, I was the ultimate groupie except I never slept with any members of the band.

The concert was on Halloween night which fell on a Friday that year. My friend David was kind enough to buy tickets for the concert. We weren’t dating but loved dancing close to our favorite bands. We would go together but expected to leave separately that night. I would drive home alone to study for my biology test and he would take some willing woman to his bed. David was gorgeous. He had dark chocolate eyes and perfect chestnut skin. He was 6’1” and covered in muscle. I guess playing wide receiver for the university’s football team did wonders for his body. I was overjoyed and wanted to kiss David for the gift.

“David, if you didn’t freely give your body to everyone, I would go home with you tonight.”

“Wow Reya, I have tried to get you naked so many times that the thought of bedding you gives me blue balls. Now I find out that concert tickets to an amazing Haitian band would have done the trick.”

“Shut it David. I will meet you at the door at 7:15.”

“Again Reya, you are always late but will be on time for T-Vice. They must have super powers.”

“Yes they do David. They are music Gods. Behave or no sexy dance for you tonight.”

“Later Reya.”

“Later David.”

I poured three hours into getting ready. My hair took an hour to flat iron and curl. My makeup consisted of blood red lipstick and dark eyeliner. I wanted to look mysterious and seductive. Even if I was coming home to my books, I still wanted to have a good time. The outfit that was sitting in the back of my closet would finally see the light. It was a short red dress that had the entire middle cutout except for a small connecting strip down the right side. The outfit required a strapless bra which was nearly impossible for my double D breasts. For T-Vice, I forced my boobs into cooperation.   The outfit was completed by a pair of black 5 inch strappy sandals. My feet would be sore in the morning, but it would be worth it.

I arrived at 7:10 and waited in my car for David. True to form, David arrived at 7:15. I saw him approaching my car.  He was deliciously dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a dark green dress shirt. The shirt as rolled up at the sleeves which revealed his serpent tattoo. He opened my door and took my hand. I stood up and he whistled.

“Damn girl, you are going to get me into a fight tonight. These men will want to devour you.”

“I don’t need to be devoured David. I just want to dance and if they get carried away, you know the signal.”

We had developed a unique way of signaling for help. I would play the irritated girlfriend if a girl turned into a dance floor stalker and he would do the same for me. All it took was holding four fingers in the air. It was weird but worked especially with aggressive men.  We entered the dance hall and I was immediately caressed by the lead singer’s voice. Every single note in the melody called to me. David gave the promoter our tickets and we made our way to the dance floor. The first song was Sensation. I gave myself over to David and the music. Our bodies touched, rubbed, and swayed. David held me close and rubbed my back as we fell deeper into the band’s rhythm. His sure touch combined with the erotic music made me almost forget the man in my arms was David. David must have felt the same way.

He leaned down and whispered a confession. His voice was deep and needy.

“Reya, I have to dance with someone else on the next song. If we do this all night, we are going home together. We are different tonight. I can feel it.”

“Ok David, but rescue me.”

“Always Reya.”

The song ended and we parted ways. I went towards the bar and he buried himself in the crowd. My skin was humming from the sensual touch of David’s firm hands. David was right. We were different tonight. At any given moment, I would have went home with him and changed the simplicity of our friendship.  The bartender caught a glimpse of my red dress and came over.

“Ki sa ou anvi bel fanm. What do you desire beautiful woman.”

“Wonm kokoye ak cola. Coconut Rum and coke.”

The bartender mixed the drink and handed it to me. I reached into my purse to pay when I felt a firm hand on my arm. I looked up and fell into the most vivid hazel eyes I had ever seen. They were electric. My throat went dry as I attempted to look away. My eyes finally came back to life and I saw the rest of him. His skin was golden brown and seemed to glow against his white dress shirt. As if the package was not delicious enough, the shirt molded to his well-defined muscles. His slacks fit his perfect hips. My body ignited into flames. He was hot. The man handed the bartender a $20 and pulled me away from the bar. I finally found my good sense and voice.

“Thank you for the drink Mr…”

“Jacob. What is your name beauty?”

He was a classic Haitian man. Every woman was beauty to a Haitian man.

“My friends call me Reya.”

“What is your real name?”

“One drink does not buy you that much Jacob.”

“Does it buy me a dance Reya?”

“Ok, let me finish my drink.”

Ok, this is the point where my too pretty to spill my drink instincts kicked in.  I sipped slowly. Jacob watched me and I felt like prey. He leaned in and stroked the length of my throat as I tilted my head back to finish the last of my drink.

“I want to kiss your throat Reya. Will you let me?”

He was so close I could smell his cologne. It smelled fresh yet subtle. I didn’t respond verbally. I tilted my head back and he kissed me gently. Heat pooled in my belly and I almost melted on the spot. He stepped back and led me to the dance floor. Jacob wrapped his strong hands around my waist and pulled me in close. His thigh was placed in between my legs. T-Vice started playing Loving Youand our bodies began to move. We were not dancing.

Jacob was making love to me. My sex pulsed every time it rubbed against his thigh. The music grew louder and Jacob held me even tighter. His breath tickled my ear when he leaned in really close to whisper.

“Moan for me Reya. I know you want to. Give it to me beauty.”

Like a finely tuned cello, I moaned for Jacob. I closed my eyes and Jacob dug a hand into my hair and made our bodies rub even tighter. I moaned then whimpered. As the song hit a crescendo, an orgasm tore through my body.  Before I could cry out, he captured my lips. He sucked each one then pushed his tongue into my willing mouth. He tasted so sweet. It was as if his mouth was made of the silkiest chocolate. The kiss turned molten and his hand dug into my hip. Jacob pulled away and I looked into his hazel eyes.

“Give yourself to me Reya. Let me take you to a place you have never been. I want to conquer you mind body and soul. All you have to do is say yes.”

He kissed my throated and pushed me towards another climax. My eyes rolled shut. I was lost in his touch. I wanted to give myself to Jacob. I needed to go to this place. Yet my mind and mouth responded with “No.”

I opened my eyes to find David smiling down at me.

“You called for a rescue so here I am.”

“When did I call?”

“I looked over a minute ago and saw your fingers and came right over. I am not sure who I was saving you from because you were dancing alone.”

“You didn’t see the guy practically doing me on the dance floor.”

David looked concerned. Then he nodded as if coming to some decision.

“Reya, it’s time to go home.”

“Ok David.”

I never said a word to David about Jacob. The whole experience left me cold. I called my dad in the morning and told him almost everything. I left out every bit of the naughty stuff except for the kiss. He told me that there is an old legend told in the countryside of Haiti.

Demons will often take the form of human men in order to claim brides. On days like Halloween or The Day of the Dead, demons are extremely powerful. Some part of me realized that Jacob was very bad and it caused me to call for a rescue.  If not for David, I would have been a Demon bride. The next time you run into a man named Jacob on Halloween say no and run away.

I hope you enjoyed the story.  Happy Halloween.

~R.M. Garry

Author Interview on Fangtastic Books Blog

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Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?

I come from a very diverse cultural background. My mother is French and Guadeloupian and my father is Haitian. I am the proud mother of three boys who my entire family calls the wolf pack. My boys are loving, adventurous, intelligent, and live to make me laugh. I have been married for 12 years and spend my free time harassing my husband.

What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?

The paranormal world is all about the power of secrets. You don’t know you are being hunted unless someone tells you. Vampires and other paranormal creatures are powerful but can be weakened by the right man or woman.  The Beacons are not vampires, but they come very close.

What inspired you to write this book?

My cultural background and hometown inspired this story. Immokalee Florida is a small migrant community that is full of diverse cultures, good food, and hidden adventures.

Please tell us about your latest release.

Beacon of Sound is a story that reveals how people can avoid the truth even if it is wrapped in bright green paper. Marie DeLou has spent years living behind the illusion of a perfect life. She is so convinced that her world is perfect that she ignores the truth until it is too late.  The story is complicated, romantic, erotic, and funny.

Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?

I loved writing Marie’s character. She is sarcastic, stubborn, and sexy. She is my idea of a perfect woman.

What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?

My favorite scene is when Marie is given the opportunity to play a Stradivarius cello. When it comes to cellos, Marie is worse than a man sitting in a fully nude strip club. She is greedy and will even avoid using good sense just to get her hands on a cello. Basically, she sets herself up for failure in the scene with the cello.  Marie can play the cello as long as she sits on someone’s lap. In her mind, she is a professional and can play sitting on a man’s lap. Yeah, right Marie.

With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?

Beacon of Sound is the first book in a five-book series. Each book can be read alone as long as the reader reads the character names and definitions at the end of the book. There will be recaps about each character in the next books. Readers who plan on following the series, keep an eye on the guardian Ethera aka the great Ether. She has a lot of dangerous secrets.

Do any of your characters have similar characteristics of yourself in them and what are they?

Marie is an extreme version of me and my best friend combined. I mixed both of our insane personalities and came up with Marie DeLou. I am stubborn, sarcastic, and sometimes impulsive. My best friend is the same plus loves food.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?

I usually read the section I am working on to my husband or email it to my book club. Their feedback helps me move past my writer’s block. If all else fails, I eat chocolate and drink plum wine.

Do you have any weird writing quirks or rituals?

How do you define weird? I have jumped out of bed a 3 a.m. to write something down so I won’t forget to put it in my story. Is that weird?

(RR- I think that’s normal for an author LOL I do it all the time)

Do you write in different genres?

I am currently sticking to paranormal, romance, and fantasy. I may tackle different genres in the future. Currently, I don’t have the patience required to write a mystery or historical. I am always eager to give my readers all the answers.

Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?

I just follow my stories. Sometimes, the stories lead to different genres and I respect my work enough to just let it happen.

When did you consider yourself a writer?

I have been writing since childhood but did not consider myself a writer until I published Beacon of Sound. I didn’t give into the stories until I ignored my fears and decided to give my work to the world.

What are your guilty pleasures in life?

Takara Plum wine must always be present in my house. It is a guilty pleasure I refuse to give up. I love dark chocolate and will do anything to get it. My husband takes full advantage of my weakness for wine and chocolates. Honestly, I would trade the best chocolate in the world for a good massage. I love massages.

Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?

I am currently finishing my Masters in mental health counseling. I also make jewelry when I am not writing. My family is my primary passion in life.

Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?

I love to read on my couch with a cup of Earl Grey Moonlight tea and a thick comforter across my legs.

What can readers expect next from you?

I am currently working on Hearts Unbound. It is a contemporary romance with a small paranormal element.  Ramon lost his wife tragically and refuses to move on. He tries to hold on to her memory while his mind and body want to love Sophia. It is a story full of laughs and tears, but they eventually figure it out.

Beacon Holiday is the first novella in the Noir Dera Series. The story gives you more info about Marie and the rest of the Beacons. True to form, Marie causes all kinds of chaos in this novella.

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Marcel DeLou Interview

This is an interview with our favorite bad boy Marcel. This was featured on Eclipse Reviews.

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Character Name: Marcel DeLou

Character Bio: Marcel DeLou is 6’6” with beautiful hazel eyes. He is a neurologist with dark secrets. His wife Marie has no idea who he really is. Marcels has the ability to make someone confess their darkest secrets. No one can run from his dark power. He is the Beacon of Truth. In other words, Marcel DeLou is a sexy package of danger and deceit.

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

Marcel: What do you mean worst qualities? I can bring a woman to her knees with a simple touch and I am French. I don’t have any bad qualities.

Do you consider yourself to be a good guy?

Marcel: I will admit that being bad makes me happy. I wouldn’t call myself a villain. It is my belief that a little bad is good for your soul.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

Marcel: Marie is a necessary evil. If I had a choice, I would have handed her over to someone else.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Marcel: I have a hidden power that will be triggered once I find my Na-Ou or life mate as you women call it. A real one this time. It is a long story and if you read the book then, you know what I am talking about.

What are you most afraid of?

Marcel: My biggest fear is losing control. I admit to being a little dark and a lot dangerous.

What do you want more than anything?

Marcel: I want to own my destiny. Instead of waiting for some miracle to fix things, I do what I must to survive.

What is your relationship status?

Marcel: I bet you would love to know. We could discuss it in private.

I thought you were married Mr. DeLou.

Marcel: I could force the truth of your desires out but we don’t have time. You can ask the next question.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Marcel: I am GQ. If it is worth owning than it is in one of my closets.

How much of a rebel are you?

Marcel: I do bad things and feel that being bad is ok. Does that make me a rebel?

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Marcel: My greatest achievement was fooling Marie. She hangs on my every word and touch

What is your idea of happiness?

Marcel: Being able to control everyone and everything around me is my idea of happiness.

What is your current state of mind?

Marcel: I am always cautious.

What is your most treasured possession?

Marcel: My identity is my most treasured possession. Well, it was until…

Until what? What were you going to say?

Marcel: Next question.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Marcel: My eyes glow when I am bad. The women seem to love it.

What is it that you, most dislike?

Marcel: I despise weakness. If you choose a path follow it through the end.

Which living person do you, most despise?

Marcel: I despise Arimus. He will pay for the mess he created. He will repent on his knees.

What is your greatest regret?

Marcel: My ambitions destroyed everything I had with the woman I loved.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Marcel: I like women who aren’t afraid to beg me for more. She has to be feisty but not stubborn. I am done with stubborn women.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Marcel: Dracula is my hero. He took whatever he wanted

Which living person do you most admire?

Marcel: I admire myself.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

Marcel: My wife Marie is a mental health counselor. She has tried to probe my mind and emotions on numerous occasions. I don’t need the same touchy feeling crap from you.

Is there a reason you laughed when you called Marie, your wife?

Marcel: Yea, there is a reason.

Are you going to share that information?

Marcel: Read the story.

What is your motto?

Marcel: Lies are easy. The truth is a dark place. I will take you into the dark but won’t guarantee you will return.

Wow, you are a terrifying man.

Marcel: I know, but you like it. Tell me the truth my little dove.

Top Ten List

Hello naughty fans. I will be posting the content from the blog tour throughout this week. Yes, I will be writing a new blog sometime this week. The blog tour was an exciting experience and Roxanne Rhodes and the entire Bewitching Book Tours team are super fantastic. Enjoy the content and follow these blogs. The following post is a top ten list I completed for the Darkest Cravings blog.

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Top Ten Sexy Songs from Beacon of Sound

Beacon of Sound had a huge playlist. As an author, I believe that all stories should have their own soundtrack. Music intensifies every emotion a character experiences. The right song also has the potential to melt panties. This is my list of top ten sexy songs from the Beacon of Sound playlist.

1. Wicked Games- The Weeknd

This song is very explicit. If you can get past the naughty words, well you are in for a true erotic treat. The Weeknd’s voice is addictive. He could read the ingredients on a shampoo bottle and still make me melt. Ok, I need to move on before I get too distracted.

2. Sail- AWOLNATION

This song may seem off the wall but just listen to the lead singer’s voice. It is gritty and passionate. He makes no apologies for his behavior or approach to love. He just wants to you to give in and sail away with him. He is the reason Marie had a very hard time resisting…read the story, I won’t spoil it for you.

3. Feenin-Jodeci

If you grew up in the 90s, there is no reason for me to explain this song. It gets me into trouble every time I play it around my husband. Yes, I play it often.

4. An Tout Franchiz- K-Dans (Haitian Kompa Music)

Haitian men are extremely passionate. This song is all about lust and passion. The lead singer is clear about his intentions not being romantic. He wants to do naughty things to his lover. His voice combined with the music makes me fan my face. You don’t need to understand the words to know that this man is very bad.

5. Moments in Love- Art of Noise

Art of Noise perfected the art of erotic music. This song screams four play.

6. The Language Of Sound (Slow Edit)-Enigma

Both versions of this song are very erotic. The slow edit is the one that puts the image of slow, delicious torture in your mind. Think of a long deep sensual oil massage followed by… I need to move on. I still have four more songs.

7. Will you be ready- Deep Forest

The lyrics of this song are not exactly about tearing your clothes off but it is still a sexy song. Use your imagination. Her sultry voice makes you release control and allow your lover to take you higher than you have ever been.

8. La Traviata: Preludio to Act 3-Nuremberg Symphonic Orchestra

Think of a sweet and gentle love scene and this song would definitely be playing in the background

9. Softest Place on Earth-Xscape

This is another song that makes you slow down and enjoy every second of the experience.

10. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark – Fall Out Boy

I know you are doing a double take right now but let me explain. I love rock and I am a sucker for a song full of power and angry guitars. You can’t tell me that this song doesn’t make you want to do it pinned to wall while holding onto your lover for dear life. I didn’t use the song for a love scene, but man it is hot!!!

Thank you for allowing me to corrupt you with my sexy top ten list. I hope you do very naughty things while listening to this playlist.

R.M. Garry