SPIDERMAN 3 Trailer

Yeah, I know, lots of links lately, but DAMN I am SO there!!!!

http://www.break.com/index/spiderman3trailer.html

Give and take

Give and take
neglecting you
hurting me
the wrist aches
the blade bleeds
cut it out
cutting me
forgiving you
forgetting me
the precipice beckons
the feet betray
step over the edge
stand alone
telling you
listening to me
no quarter given
none deserved
give and take
of hurting you
hurting me
no me left
tears took it all
hurting you
killing me

LINKAGE

Supreme awesome ass linkage!! The DH sent me this link.
http://www.worksafevideos.com/music_videos/
OMG it's so much fuckin fun!! Do not follow unless you want to waste a LOT of time... *sigh*

My two favorites, so far at least are,
BLUE MURDER's Jelly Roll
http://www.worksafevideos.com/music_videos/videos.php?vid=PsSxJcPcmcM
(massive botty shakin' going on!)

BULLET BOYS' Smooth up in ya (of course!)
http://www.worksafevideos.com/music_videos/videos.php?vid=TM6wp8KHCTg
(Smooth up in ya... enough said)

MUAhahahahaha Remember that if you ever see me live. Like Kat says in Ten Things I Hate About You, "I'm Scary."

Whipping cookies

No, I am not baking. My brain is whipping cookies in my skull. Round and round and round. Edits, writing, edits, writing... Oh, and Hey! For fun let's throw in working up a submission to DH Press with whom I made contact through a pilfered picture.

I've finished the Sacrilegious stories, except for a the afore mentioned edits and a scene fluffage or two. I still have the novel to finish rewriting for Samhain. And all I want to do is bury my head in my bitch Sariah. The vampires are rising up through my author guts, too, though. I can feel their particular poison spread in pulses of dark seduction through my veins. *sigh* Sanguinary shadows...

BTW, for any of you wondering, I found out who painted my avatar pic. Her name is Victoria Frances, and she is super talented!! The editor from DH Press sent me her first graphic novel, Favole, Stone Tears. You can find products with her artwork on it on www.darkhorse.com The picture I have been using is named Libera Me. And, if it wasn't for that picture, I most likely would not be in contact like I have been with the senior editor at DH Press. So, in a round about way... Thank you, Victoria!

Okay, now how about an excerpt for y'all?? This will be about mid way through HUNTED:

Sariah was not dressed for killing. Her low rise demins clung to her ass and showed off the crystal in her navel and those on the back of her thong. Her blouse, if you could call it that, covered her breasts but barely and cascaded in filmy gauze down her arms. Her choker was tight, black, with a bloody red pendant hanging at her throat. She wore nothing else. There was no need. She ruled here. This was her turf, her territory.

The lights throbbed, the speakers bled rhythm. The recirculated air blew sex, smoke and arrogance. Yet, still she could smell him. His pompous depravity accosted her sinuses.

"That bastard is here somewhere," she snarled under her breath. Meghan stopped dead in her tracks. "Keep moving," Sariah barked. "He doesn't need to know that we are aware of him. Better that he doesn't know. Better for us. Better for me…"

It would end this night, Sariah would see to it. She was going to find Xander and she was going to rip his heart out, like he had done to her.


**It's good to be back**