Autumnal offering

In the mood of the season...

The angel breezed by, her wings sparkling and her halo askew. She giggled, a high sweet sound in the deepening twilight. A devil followed close behind, his tail dragging in the gravel, his pitchfork snagged on the angel’s skirts.

Then, their mother walked past. Each engrossed in their pursuit of sweet treats, and all oblivious to me.

I lay beneath a golden maple, upon the carpet of autumn’s splendor. A chill breeze unsettled my costume in its passage. And, the fallen leaves whispered softly beneath my weight--complaining, displeased that my blood stained them scarlet…

Happy Halloween

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I simply could not resist sharing this with the blogverse. Thanks so much to Andrea for sending the pic to me!

Okay, so news...
1.) Sacrilegious has gotten two fab reviews! Check them out:
CTR gives Sacreligious 4 CUPS!!
And below you can see what Just Erotic Romance Reviews had to say:
In Pursuit of Prey
Rating: 5 Stars Heat Level: O
Sekhmet, a feline goddess, has a need. When she forces herself into human form and creates modern clothing for the hunt, she senses her prey and stalks him, seducing him with her body. Her prey is handsome Mace, used to being in control, but now he totally submits himself to her lust.The whole idea behind this book intrigued me. The cover and subject matter made me eager to read this story. From page one I could feel the need Sekhmet had for sexual release and for her mate. This is a very well-written story with characters that were well developed, for such a short story. Sekhmet came to life on the pages. Her personality is one that defines a goddess. You could almost feel the soft feline hair on her body as she brushed past you. Mace is strong and used to being the Dom but in Sekhmet he’s met his match. The sex starts on page one and gets hotter as the story progresses. I truly enjoyed every bit of it! This was more than mere sex; Sekhmet and Mace have a relationship, a commitment to each other that is one forged in love.
From The Sands
Rating: 5 Stars Heat Level: O
At a costume party called “Devil’s Party”, Bianca feels the eyes of a stranger following her. Their movements seem synchronized. She is overcome with desire but it frightens her so much that she runs away. The stranger follows, almost stalking her; however, when she asks him to come to her, he refuses. He is Anubis, the canine-like god of the dead, but what Bianca does not know is that she had been bound to him for all eternity. This story struck me from page one. I could hardly wait to turn the page to see what would happen next. This is one hot story. I may never look at my dog in the same way again. The sexual tension between the two main characters was intense. Bianca showed little self-confidence; she is the perfect mate for strong and dominant Anubis. Anubis is strong and dominating in a canine way. He is in control from the beginning. He’s silent and stalks Bianca in such a way that the sexual tension builds. It was more than sex; it was a relationship that was born out of love and the past. Anubis just oozed sex. The sex was hot! The plot builds up toward the ending and the sexual tension builds to a climax so much so that I joined in. This story left me breathless and throbbing. I felt as though I belonged to Anubis, I became so involved in this story that I kept forgetting that the story was about Bianca and not me. If you enjoy strong dominant men with a bit of canine instinct thrown in, you must read this book.
Divine Intervention
Rating: 3 Stars Heat Level: H
Maxim is a writer but lately he seems unable to write; something is missing in his life. He heads to the “Kat Klub” knowing he has a deadline and that he will not make it. Sesha is Seshat, the goddess of writing. She knows exactly what Maxim needs: passion and it’s just what she plans to deliver. Maxim submits totally to Sesha only to find the pain of lost passion.This is an unusual story. Divine Intervention is a well-written story; however, I didn’t like either of the main characters. I found Maxim annoying but well developed. Sesha is a strong character, one that enjoys dominating her man. She would enjoy knowing a man longs for her to the point of pain and knows he can never truly touch her heart. This was my least favorite of the three. The plot was interesting. The author demonstrated the need for writers to experience what they are writing about. The sex was hot but I found the relationship lacking. There was little commitment on the part of Sesha. Seeing Maxim suffer made me sad. If you don’t like dominating women, pass on this story.
Annie Deb, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

2.) I am frantically scrambling to pull together a worthy submission for my real name's book due out in December. The editor I contacted is interested in seeing what I have--which at current moment isn't quite enough.

3.)Exciting news, the fabulous cover artist Anne Cain will be designing a custom logo for me for a personal website! It will be a combination of an image from a family heirlom and a personal picture, so it will be a semi-realistic portrait of 'yours truly' as a goddess!!

Okay, back to the grindstone...

Sasha's Suffering

**Because Tempest asked for it...**

Sasha wiped away tears, her fingers leaving swatches of her blood and his powdered flesh across the arch of her cheek. The sanguine pasted liquefied with her tears and trickled down, running across her bottom lip. Absentmindedly, she ran her tongue along her lip, taking in the potent poison of vampire flesh and human pain.

The key of the music box cranked over a turn as she clutched the box tighter to her chest. When she exhaled in a sob, the key turned the box through one chord of the haunting song Raenos had chosen for his bride-to-be. Her heart pounded, hurting in the music box's unnatural rhythm and the ache wrenched a fresh sob from Sasha's throat. She dropped the dagger back to the ashes, and turned the box so that the hinges were away from her. A fouled fingertip ran along the gilded edge, and then she pried the box open. The fixative fumes rushed through her nose, heavy with the iron scent of her lover's last blood. Sasha coughed, the acrid scent burning her nose, and then she dropped the box as well.

She knelt there, amidst his strewn ashes. Her raw wounds soaked in his dusted remains, her throat coated with a mix of his flesh and her tears, her heart now nothing more than an aching organ playing a forced, foreign tune.

A sick numbness settled into Sasha's body. The chill grip of death coiled tighter around her, squeezing the air from her lungs and tears from her eyes. And, when she thought she could ache no more, she twisted the music box's key again to allow the tune to torment her soul. If she was to die by his bite, poisoned by his ashen flesh, then she meant to die listening to the song he chose for her. Sasha wished to slip into the darkness, riding his tune into an eternity of death immersed in his rhythm.

Her body pitched backward, limbs jerking violently in the throes of death. Her lungs seized, her jaw fell open and then her joints locked, yet Sasha's heart pounded in that savage cadence. Her mind throbbed with the rhythm. Her tears, mingled with his toxic dust, dripped between her lips and soaked through the back of her throat.

Everything ceased and the music box's tune was her only perception...

**Tempset Darling, do you realize that there is an entire short story on Sasha in the back of my book Sacreligious? Small price, great story(ies) *wink*... Click here.**