Friday, April 27, 2012

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Warning: This short story is written in Lucifer's point of view. In this tale you are given a deeper glimpse into the history behind Love's Prophecy and how and why the war began.

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The War According To Lucifer
Forgotten Realm

Demons scattered as Lucifer stormed across the stone floor of his dungeon. He stopped and glowered at the thousands of human souls locked behind the enchanted metal bars of what he called the Holding Cage.
   “Take them to the Pit,” he snarled to his servants.
   “Yes, Lord Lucifer.” A demon bowed and hurried to do its master's bidding but stopped, frozen in place by invisible restraints.
    “What did you call me?” Lucifer asked, fury swirling in his soft spoken question.
    The demon trembled and stared at its feet.
     “What did you call me?” Lucifer's voice boomed, bouncing off the stone walls of the chamber.
      “Lor...Lord Lucifer, Master.”
    “That name is no longer mine. I am Satan the Mighty. Satan the Great! Never do I want to hear the name Lucifer again!”
    “Yes my, Lord Satan. My deepest apologies.”
      Rage coursed through Lucifer's veins. He glared at his groveling servant, wanting to peel the leathery skin slowly from the hideous being, but instead he reached out his hand, and in a blinding flash of light, the demon's essence returned to him. Its empty body exploded, sending a shower of gray dust to settle on the stony floor.
     Lucifer straightened his black robes and glared at the remaining demons in the chamber. “If I hear that name fall from anyone's lips, know your fate will be the same as this maggot's. Do I make myself clear?”
     In unison the demons bowed and said, “Yes, Master Satan.”
    Without another word, Lucifer climbed the stairs to his private chamber located at the highest peak of his black castle. He slammed through the door and willed the many candles placed throughout the room to light, then gazed at the vast sea of blackness through a large archway cut from the stone.
    He despised this Forgotten Realm. There was nothing but blackness. No stars, no planets, no sun. It was as its name suggested, forgotten.
    He turned and watched the flickering flame from a candle as it ate darkness and spewed forth light and heat.
     Lucifer craved light. When he was younger--back before humans were even a thought--he would bask for hours in the light and warmth from the Sacred Dimension's two suns. He'd lain
upon the green lawns and played his harp while his brothers and sisters sang and danced.
     He played beautifully; one of the best in the whole dimension. He remembered the glowing praise from The Creator and the happiness he felt when asked to play before all.
     Sadness crept into his heart. Sometimes he missed those days and nights spent in peace and harmony. He missed the company of his siblings. And if he was honest with himself, he missed the company of The Creator most of all.
     Lucifer walked slowly to his black throne and slumped down. He picked up a candle and brought the flame close to his face. Unblinking, he stared into the fiery depth as memories flooded his mind.
    Oh, how he had loved—worshiped—The Creator; recalled how he desired to be just like Him. How he craved the slightest attention from Him. How the touch of His glowing hands upon his face lit his soul, filling him with love and devotion.
    The Creator loved all His angels, as he called them, but Lucifer knew deep down, he had held a special place in his Father's heart.
    They spent much time alone, strolling upon the green lawns, discussing art, music, and many nights gazing out at the stars. He loved those quiet times together when he had his Sire's full attention. But that all changed when humans entered the equation.
   Turning from that thought, his mind drifted further back. Back to the glorious day when The Creator had stood before all His angels, informing them of His plans to create a beautiful planet He would call Earth.
     He had filled their minds with His thoughts and ideas, and to each angel, He had bestowed the gift of creation. But the gift only allowed them to create what The Creator desired.
      When the angels descended to the barren ball of rock, they began the arduous task of shaping and filling the Earth with many wondrous creations. Thousands of years they labored until they had finally brought the plan in their Sire’s thoughts to life.
     As Lucifer strolled the earth, awe filled him at all they had accomplished. The beauty of it took his very breath. The trees, the mountains with their rivers rushing and tumbling down to meet the seas, the flower-filled meadows that soothed his soul and saturated it with contentment. He never wanted to be parted from the Earth. His love for what he'd helped create was all consuming, and when it was time to return back to the Sacred Dimension, he'd decided not to go. Here he would stay and pass away eternity.
     When all the angels returned to their home, Lucifer built himself a beautiful castle on top of the tallest mountain.
     Many years he passed in blessed solitude. Then one day his brother, Genuine came upon him as he meandered through the great forests.
    “My brother,” Genuine said, greeting Lucifer. “You linger here over long. It has been many years since we have completed our long labors.”
     “Aye, my brother,” Lucifer replied smiling. “The Earth I love and here I shall remain.”
     “Tis a wondrous kingdom for sure brother, but our Lord God has called us home and you are sorely missed.”
     “Alas, my heart now belongs here.” Lucifer sat down on a rock and closed his eyes, listening to the music of the birds as they frolicked and sang in the trees towering above their heads.
     “Aye, the Earth and all her beauty holds a special place in all our hearts, but to ignore the request of our Sire 'tis foolish.” Genuine sat beside Lucifer and laid a hand upon his knee.
     “Foolish it may be,” Lucifer said. “But I will not forsake the Earth.”
     “What would you have me tell our Sire?”
     “That I desire to remain here and call the earth my home.”
     Genuine stood and dusted off his white robes. “Aye. I will convey your request. Till we meet again, my brother.” With a bow he vanished.
     It wasn't long before The Creator took matters into His own hands and called Lucifer home.    When Lucifer appeared in front of The Creator, his heart filled with anger for the first time. Anger to have been brought back against his will when he desired nothing else but the Earth.
    “My son, why do you not come at will?” The Creator asked.
     Lucifer bowed low. “Forgive me, my Lord. The Earth, in all her glory, I love beyond measure and my heart desires to remain.”
    “This I know for I have read your heart’s desire, but the Earth was created for another purpose.” The Creator stood and tilted Lucifer's chin up. “This is your home, my son. The Earth will be home to my other children.”
    “Other children?” Lucifer gazed at his brothers and sisters who stood against the stone walls. “Who be these others, my Lord?”
    “All will be made clear.” The Creator walked over to the large arched window cut from the white stone, looking east toward Earth. “They are waking up as we speak.” He turned and looked each angel in the eye and sent them His thoughts and plans for these other children whom He called humans.
      As his Father's thoughts entered Lucifer's mind, hatred and fear filled his once gentle heart with blackness.
     No! Not his beautiful home. Humans will destroy all with their need for food and shelter. All his animals will be at risk, and his beautiful, majestic trees will topple with their biting axes.
     He couldn't allow this to happen. He had to put a stop to this madness. How could his loving Creator allow these... atrocities to come to pass?
    “My Lord,” Lucifer said bowing low. “Please, tell me this isn't so. Lift my heart and tell me this be only a jest. All my—our years of toil will be for naught.”
    “Lucifer,” The Creator said with a sigh. “This is why Earth came to creation. To be their home.”
      Lucifer locked eyes with The Creator. “The Earth is mine, no others. I will not allow these usurpers to destroy what we all had a hand in creating.”
     A collective gasp filled the chamber.
    “You will not speak again of the Earth belonging to you!” The Creator's voice boomed. “Your place is here at my side.” He strode over to Lucifer and laid His glowing hand upon his shoulder.        “Let go the madness I sense in your heart, I beg of thee.” He looked deep into Lucifer's eyes.“From this point on you are forbidden to walk upon the Earth. This is my will and you shall obey.”
     Lucifer bolted from the chamber, his heart shattering. And in silence, he vowed to take back what was his.
    Many years passed, but instead of diminishing, Lucifer's hatred towards humans grew as he
watched from afar the slow destruction of what he and his brothers and sisters so lovingly brought forth. But of all the treacheries he had to endure, the one he could never forgive was the humans' place in the Heavens and in his beloved Creator's heart. They had all: the earth, the Sacred Dimension and his Father's love.
     One evening, when all in the Heavens slept, he crept down to the Earth and spied on the usurpers. As he stalked his old home, hatred and jealousy grew until it consumed every corner of his soul. Destruction was everywhere--from his precious trees to the animals he had come to know and love—humans by their very nature, were takers, destroyers.
     Consumed with madness, he raised his arms to the heavens and pledged from this point on he would destroy all humans and steal them from The Creator as He had stolen the Earth from him.
      From out of the seas he created giant storms that smashed into the lands, destroying towns and villages. And upon the Great Plains, he created violent wind tunnels that demolished all in their path. And with a mighty roar, he shook the lands so violently they split apart, forever changed.
      Lucifer stood upon the peak of the highest mountain, watching with joy the destruction he caused. He despised the devastation and ruin to his beloved home, but to be rid of the humans made it all worthwhile.
     When he returned to the Sacred Dimension all was in chaos. Human souls entered Heaven by the thousands, crying and afraid. Lucifer hid in his private chamber. Fear now replaced his joy.
    Time passed slowly. Each second felt like a full circle of seasons on earth. When he couldn't take another moment of waiting, a knock sounded at his door. He pulled it open and without a word, stepped out into the hallway and followed silently behind his brother, Genuine.
       As he stepped into the throne room, he was struck by the deadly silence. He glanced up. All his siblings were lined up, creating a walkway from the entrance to the throne where The Creator sat with an unreadable expression on His beautiful face.
      Lucifer dropped to his knees at The Creator's feet and placed his forehead onto the cold stone floor. He despised this subservient position and longed to flee.
      Silence pulsed through the room.
     “Rise,” The Creator said.
     Lucifer stood, but his head remained bowed.
     “I would have your eyes on me so I can see the truth.”
     Lucifer raised his eyes and stared into the ageless face of The Creator.
    Time passed as The Creator captured Lucifer's gaze with his, reading all.
      After what felt like time without end, The Creator closed his eyes and sat back against his throne. “Your treachery knows no bounds. It has wounded me beyond measure.”
      Anger flooded Lucifer, loosening his tongue. “My treachery? What about your treachery?”
     The Creator gripped the arm-rests of his throne and leaned forward. “You destroyed what is mine!”
     Lucifer took a step forward. “You betrayed me!” He swept the room with a hand. “You betrayed us all! We knew nothing of your plans. We blindly did your bidding, toiling and slaving away for centuries, never asking questions, and for what? For you to betray us with your second children? Not only do they now call the Earth home, but when they die they are welcomed with open arms to our home!”
     The Creator remained silent.
      Lucifer clenched his hands into tight fists and snarled through gritted teeth, “I will not bow to those usurpers, ever!”
     The Creator's eyes dulled. “I see I am left no other choice in this matter, though it grieves me deeply.” He fell silent. A wave of pain crossed His face, dulling his inner glow.
      Lucifer, seeing the weakness, snarled, “What shall you do, my Lord? Destroy me?”
     “It would be just if I did, but alas, my heart is for creation not destruction."
     “Just perhaps, but to destroy me would also destroy part of yourself, and in so doing, weaken you.” He laughed a sinister, dark sound, the likes of which had never been uttered in the Sacred Dimension thus far.
      The Creator pegged Lucifer with a hard glare. “You are banished from this Sacred Dimension until such time I deem you repentant of your sins. You may go where you will, but not to the Earth. Remember, I see all.” The warning behind His spoken words was very clear.
      Anger and hatred twisted Lucifer's once beautiful face into a hideous mask. “I will never grovel at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Never!” His ice-blue eyes searched through the line of angels until they stopped on his brother, Vampier. “You see all, you say. Tell me, my Lord Father. Do you see what Vampier has created behind closed doors?”
     Vampier's face blanched. His dark, panic filled eyes glanced from Lucifer to The Creator, and then back to the floor.
      “I know what Vampier has created. But his creations were born out of love, not hatred and jealousy."
      Lucifer glared at Vampier's bowed head, completely taken aback. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Vampier had the gall to create children of his own, yet here he stands while Lucifer's heart was ripped a part. What madness was this? “You know of his treachery and yet he remains unpunished?”
     “He and his punishment are no longer your concern, Lucifer. You have chosen your path and unless you wish to repent your actions, you will not involve yourself with any who reside here from this day forward.”
      Lucifer addressed his brothers and sisters. “You are all weak-willed cowards. You are merely slaves—servants to carry out our Lord's bidding” He walked to the entrance and turning, he gazed at The Creator and hissed, “You stole from me my greatest love and for that alone I will never forgive. And know this, my... Father. For your treachery I declare war upon you and your precious humans.” With a swirl of his robes he disappeared from the Sacred Dimension.
      A burning pain pulled Lucifer back to the present. He glanced at his hand. Hot wax from the candle he held had spread over his fingers and palm. He made a fist, extinguishing the flame and dropped the mess to the floor.
      So many years had passed, but his Creator's betrayal was still fresh. It still had the power to hurt him. Cursing, Lucifer stood, but didn't move. His thoughts changed to his beloved Earth, figuring there were  maybe 200 to 300 years left before all was destroyed. No matter, once humans and vampires were obliterated he would repair the damage before moving in.
      That's if the gods didn't interfere again like they had in the past. Though the gods were bound by their own silly laws. They couldn't meddle too much with what went on with the Earth and her children. And since humans were destroying the earth themselves--helped along by his demons--the gods' hands were tied.
     Lucifer's lips stretched in a wide grin. Besides, look what had happened to the gods plan of sending vampires to protect humans. He, the All Mighty, had fixed that by sending his demons to destroy vampires. And it was working. Vampires were slowly dwindling—they couldn't keep up with his demons.
     What perfect revenge. Not only would he destroy The Creator's precious children, he'd destroy his brother's as well. Patience, that was all he needed.














Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Blood Bound By Aine P Massie


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Blood Bound
(Book Two of the House Millar series)
by Áine P Massie


Created with GIMPHow many ways can a hearts true love be shared? After poisoning, near death attacks, consummated passions, and possible insanity visit Anya, Nicholas, and Declán they embark on their future. Or at least they try to. Jealousy can be a pain, in more ways than one.
Can Anya protect her lovers, find peace within herself, and lead the House Millar? With her loves and guards, Nicholas and Declán, she sets out to do just that. If only life, eternal life, were that easy.
Come take a walk with our loving family and witness the strange turns and twists as life, love, and passions collide with greed, politics, and evil.

 

 

Excerpt 1


I stripped my clothes off after climbing into the shower, taking a strange pleasure in watching the rivulets of blood slough off my body and swirl down the drain. This wasn’t a shower for pleasure or comfort though; I wanted to escape what had just happened. I turned up the heat again, hoping to burn the sick feeling of their skin and blood off me. I couldn’t seem to calm completely. I wanted, craved more of an outlet for the frustrations. Holding in my power all the time wore on me but what else could I do?
Growling in frustration I punched the wall, not the smartest thing to do considering. The beautiful tile cracked where the wall dented in around my fist. Great, now I have to have the shower wall fixed. With a heavy sigh I slid down the back wall into a sitting position letting the water crash down over my head taking with it the proof of my out of control violence.
Ma dame? Louis’s voice intruded cautiously on my solitude but considering the sound the punch had made I wasn’t surprised really.
Don’t worry, Louie. The only danger in here with me, is me.
Yes, Ma dame. Let me know when you’re finished. I have fresh clothes for you. He’d slipped back into servant mode, which was strangely comforting.
Thank you, Louie. Soon. I spent a little longer working through my frustrations and hair. With hair so long and thick it took a while to get all the blood out.


 

 

 

Excerpt 2


“Mine? You should check yours out sometime. As if being with Nic and me wasn’t enough to question it, now you’ve added Louie but in some type of servant-slash-lover position. I think you win the straight jacket award. But your taking of Louie actually isn’t what I wanted to question you about. Your battle lust is more my concern right now. You had a hard time calming down and being yourself again. You really didn’t seem better till after the shower, though smashing the tile seemed a little excessive to me.” I could see true concern in his eyes.
A ghrá, I don’t know how to explain what’s going on inside me. I hate fighting because I enjoy it too much. I like it. Not the death part but the power.” I was trailing my fingers down his arm, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles. For someone so powerfully built and trained it was almost comical that he was in college for architecture.
“Oh, I know you like the power,” he said gripping my wrists suddenly and pinning them down. “But you like the resistance too. You like to dominate, to conquer, but you like the fight as well. It’s something you haven’t quite figured out yet, I think.” He had a dangerous, hungry look in his eyes but wasn’t pushing beyond restraining my wrists.
“Oh I do, do I? I think you just like me trying to dominate your strength some days.” Flipping so I was straddling his waist and pinning him, I stared into those eternally deep sapphire blue eyes of his. Goddess knows I still wanted some form of physical release for this energy!
“Yes,” he panted as he struggled to break my hold on his wrists. I never use much of my strength with him, always too afraid to hurt him. For some reason I wasn’t being as careful this time. He would have to be more than just strong to win this one. “And I never said I didn’t like fighting back.” With that he bucked catching me off guard and allowing him the momentum to turn me over. He was smart though, he stretched out so his body held mine down as his legs and hands pinned me.
His face was only inches away and as the heat crashed over me a swirl of images came to mind. Pleasing yet disorienting. Disturbing . . .


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About the Author


Áine P Massie is originally from Florida, she now lives in Wisconsin where she works on her House Millar series full time while raising four children (the term herding cats comes to mind). Her major in College was Childhood Education (0-5) with a minor study in Deaf Culture/ASL. She is also a Wiccan priestess dedicated to the gods, family, and love.
A lifelong reader, Áine has always had a particular fascination with vampires, mythology, and the unusual. When she can escape from her children and books, she enjoys . . . oh yes, reading, playing, ritual, a good cappuccino, and working with her healing stones.
Her first published work came in high school where she was part of a writing and drama group. But, she’s been reading the likes of Shakespeare and Poe since late elementary school and enjoys most forms of fiction. Blood’s Voice has been a long time in coming and with its publication (June 2011) Áine embarked on a new chapter in her life.
Áine P Massie is currently working on her third novel, Glamour Blade.


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Website – http://apmassie.com

Book Data


BLOOD BOUND
Áine P Massie
Geas Publishing
Paranormal Romance / Fiction
eBook – $4.99
Paperback – $14.99
ISBN-13: 978-1463593025
ISBN-10: 1463593023
ASIN: B007CJ64WA
BN ID: 2940013969902

Friday, April 20, 2012

Mel Uncensored




Mel uncensored

Brenda:  Hello, Mel. I'm glad you could make it. I know how busy you are.

Mel: Thanks for having me. I can't stay long. Have to meet Kal and Soren at The Green Tree then head out hunting. But I'd like to check on Breeana first.

Brenda: *smiles* I totally understand. I know we can't say much in case we give some of the book away, but how is Breeana doing?

Mel: *smiles back as he visibly relaxes* She's doing very well--thanks for asking.

Brenda: Glad to hear it. Tell her I said hi.

Mel: Will do.

Brenda: So, during the writing of Love's Prophecy, was there a time where you thought you and Breeana wouldn't end up together?

Mel: Yeah. I wasn't sure after the demon bitch got her filthy hands an Breeana if I'd ever see her again. I thought for sure my plan wouldn't work--thought we'd all kick it.

Brenda: *Laughs* Nice to know you had such little faith in me.

Mel: *Laughs back* Nah, not in you, in myself.

Brenda: I thought Breeana talked to you about your pessimistic crap?

Mel: She did--and because of her, I'm learning to have faith in myself.

Brenda: *Laughs* Good.  I'm going to change gears here if that's okay?

Mel: Sure. You're the interviewer.

Brenda: What happened after your father's death?

Mel: *He shifts in his seat and glances at the ceiling before looking at Brenda.* I buried my mother, then left--or more like I ran.  I wandered from city to city, town to town before I ended up in London. I was...not doing too well at that time. I was a drunk, living in the streets. I didn't have a purpose and I didn't give a shit. Then one evening I came across Roarik. *laughs.* Seems both he and I needed to feed and we were both going after the same human female. I was so sloshed I ended up scaring her away. I was also half starved for food--and broke--so I decided to rob Roarik. *laughs again.*

Brenda: *laughs* What'd he do?

Mel: Beat the shit outta me, then noticed my tattoo and realized I was a warrior--although back then I didn't look or act like one. Anyway, he offered me a job and a home--offered me a chance to get my shit together. *Shrugs* In a sense he saved me.

Brenda: No wonder you two are close.

Mel: *nods.*

Brenda: I'd like to ask you a question about your uncle.

Mel: *His shoulders stiffen and a frown creases his brow. He sits straighter in his seat before folding his arms across his chest.* What do ya want to know?

Brenda: Did he inherit your...father's estate after your...father's...*she swallows and glances away.* death?

Mel: To be honest, I don't know. I left and never looked back. But I'm sure my uncle looked after things until my brother was old enough to take over.

Brenda: Speaking of your brother, I take it you've never contacted him...

Mel: Frown deepens.* Nope--and I have no plans to. You know what happened between us--and I'm sure he hasn't changed.

Brenda: Sorry, but I wanted to ask. Next question. Does your uncle know where you are--what has become of you?

Mel: *Shrugs, but a look of sadness fills his silver eyes.* Doubt it. And I think it's best to keep it that way.

Brenda: Do you miss him?

Mel: Yes--can we please change the subject?

Brenda: Yes, and I'm sorry. But you and he were close--your uncle cared for you and you him, so...

Mel: Breeana feels I should try and contact him. *shrugs again* I'm seriously thinking about it, but...

Brenda: But what?

Mel: No matter how much he cared for me, I did kill his brother.

Brenda: I see. I still think Breeana is right--I think you owe it to yourself and your uncle to contact him. But I'll change the subject. In Love's Prophecy, Kal mentions to Breeana something about him getting you and Soren in trouble. What was he talking about?

Mel:  *shakes his head before laughing* Seems I'm never going to live that night down. I finally told Breeana what happened; she still brings it up. In short, Kal pulled one of his bonehead pranks and brought the wrath of Roarik down on Soren and I.

Brenda: *laughs* That's it? No details? Come on, Mel. Share with us. Inquiring minds want to know.

Mel: All right, but really you should ask Kal--he tells it a little differently--probably because he remembers more of it than I do. I was...a little inebriated. *chuckles.*

Brenda: I'll ask Kal when I interview him--and I'll compare notes.

Mel: To keep it short, Soren and I had returned to the base early this particular evening. We decided to relax, listen to some music and have a few beers. Well, a few turned into a lot. I guess by the time Kal returned, Soren and I were pretty shitfaced.
Anyway, Kal let off a couple of bottle rockets in the house--Soren and I didn't hear them because of the music, but Roarik did. Kal had placed a bottle rocket on the table beside Soren--without us knowing--shows you how drunk we were. *Laughs.* Roarik barges in and screams bloody murder about us letting off fireworks in the house. Of course Soren and I had no clue what he was flipping out about. The next day Kal tells us what he did.

Brenda: *laughs so hard she almost chokes* What...*laughs more* What did you two do to him? I can't imagine you guys let him get away with it.

Mel: *laughs* Nope. Suffice it to say, Kal was sporting a black eyes and a fat lip--plus we made him tell Roarik what he'd done. Soren also took Kal's favorite video game and hid it. *laughs again* Soren made Kal swear he'd never pull another prank on us before he gave it back.

Brenda: Did the promise stick?

Mel: Whadda you think?

Brenda: I'll take that as a no.

Mel and Brenda: *laugh*

Brenda: Mel, it's been a pleasure. I won't hold you up any longer. Say hi to Breeana and the other warriors for me.

Mel: *leans forward and shakes Brenda's hand* Will do, and thank you. The interview was my pleasure.

Brenda: I would like to interview Breeana in the coming weeks. I'll call and set up a time.

Mel: I'll let her know.




Monday, April 16, 2012

Ashlynne Laynne and The Progeny




Blood Bonds is the second book in the Progeny Series. Today Brenda Dyer has been very gracious in allowing me to reveal my cover and blurb here on her site. Thanks so much, Brenda. So without further delay, here is the next installment in Ascher and Shauna’s journey...

Blood Bonds (Progeny Series #2) Blurb:

“Forever. For always. For eternity.”

The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna's sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity. But Ascher's ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover's scorn and her father's death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna's bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.


 


Sunday, April 15, 2012

Several Sentence Sunday


Mel materialized in front of her. She jumped to her feet, her heart beating double time against her ribs. She pressed a hand to her chest. “Will you quit doing that? You're going to give me a heart attack. Can't you use the front door like a normal person?”

He laughed and drew her into his arms. “What would be the fun in that? I like keeping you on your toes.”

Breeana smiled and slid her hands under the flaps of his leather jacket. The leather creaked as his embrace tightened. She smoothed her palms up his hard muscular back and kissed the underside of his clean shaven jaw. The scent of his cologne and his warm skin heated her blood and her desire.

“You like keeping me on my toes, huh?” she asked.

He tilted her chin up until their gazes met. “Among other positions.” His voice was low, husky, and his irises darkened.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Several Sentence Sunday


Mel relaxed his stare. “Yeah well, Breeana brings out the best in me, what can I say?” He lifted his drink and took a healthy sip.

“I think she cares for you too,” Kal said.

“Just stop right there. It's not going to happen.”

“Why not? Shit, Mel, why the hell not? If you care for her, and I know you do, why not go for it?”

“Because!” Mel's shout reverberated off the back wall causing heads to turn in their direction. He lowered his voice. “How the fuck do you suppose it'll work, huh? She's a human. Their life span is a lot shorter than ours, but more importantly the life I lead is too dangerous. You know for her safety and ours, she would have to leave everything familiar to her to be with me. Her friends, family, her career. How the hell do you ask someone to do that?”

Kal took a drink of his beer and set it down on the table. “How about you ask her, see what she has to say. And as for the aging difference, you know there's a way.”

“Are you drunk?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Kal knew the repercussion. “You want me to ask her to bind her life-force with mine? Are you insane?”