Friday, February 26, 2016

Read Chapter 3 of Whispering Mist by Marley Kin

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Imagine a civilization with a caste system that is shackled by an oppressive government and trapped by geological barriers, where the only means of escape is to join an underground community, to follow the cryptic guidance of an advanced race that lives on the far side of a perilous sea, which is veiled by a mantle of fog. Whispering Mist is the tale of Rayna, an ironically rebellious young woman, and Nyle, her treasonous yet honorable lover, and their quest for political and personal liberation. Supported by multiple subplots and comic relief, the central narrative is set between the intertwined worlds of Valaycia and Yugatania, which are ruled ambiguously by the alchemistic Vudaki, a godlike race of semi-benevolent beings who swim beneath and fly above the Sea of Smoke. As an epic fantasy, Whispering Mist employs a unique vocabulary to describe atypical creatures that populate an original world with two moons of different colors. If you seek an author who writes concisely with precision, Marley Kin will satisfy. If you seek an unconventional story, Whispering Mist will mystify.


 
CHAPTER 3
CROSSING THE THRESHOLD



While knitting a sweater, Celandra snuck an anxious peek at her husband. As she registered the thinning hair on his crown and the expanding grays across his temples, she felt old for the first time. With his thumb pressed against his lips, Gyan read a science book in a chair upholstered with the hide of a spotted milander. Recently, the Secretary of Technology promoted him to the rank of senior architect at the Hall of Science and Technology. A caring father, he was normally positive and rational, unless provoked, then his intense rigidity often canceled Celandra's need for peace, producing a tight atmosphere. On this occasion, their polar moods were especially extreme, charging the air with a desire for control that she could taste in their silence.
Like most wealthy families in Jelico, Celandra’s home was equipped with the Valaycian gift of electricity, but the lightning storm cut the power, forcing her to rely on candles and gas-lamps for light. Basha, their only son, was already dreaming in the wide bed that swallowed his small body. Rayna’s baby sister, Sheera, slept in the same sturdy crib that had cradled Basha, Rayna, and a long chain of ancestors before them. Oddly, they slept soundly, despite the thunder.
Celandra's family dwelt in Scarlet Hills, the pinnacle of prestige. She stopped knitting to admire Gyan’s ancestral home, realizing how much she needed the possessions that occupied her life. Each window was filled with a colorful array of stained glass, including the striking picture window in the living-room where she did most of her pacing. Every cabinet handle and doorknob she touched was made of blue gylion, a lustrous, semiprecious metal, as light blue lace embellished the various fabrics that dressed every room. The entire collection of handmade furniture held the family secrets of nine generations. Her home embodied comfort, yet something was missing.
She watched her brother, Keegan, sway in the squeaky, ashwood rocking-chair, with his sky-blue eyes half shut, his long gray and black beard narrowly concealing the modest smile that accented the creases in his face. Still young in spirit, Keegan was fourteen years older than Celandra, her only sibling. She contemplated her brother’s attitude about material things; he was both detached and generous. Rayna’s values were almost identical to Keegan’s, and that understanding infested her with dread. What bothered her even more was Rayna’s intense love and admiration for Loreen, Keegan’s beloved wife.
Footsteps on the porch impelled Celandra to abandon her knitting. She looked at Gyan and Keegan with a forced smile. “I hope this night has a happy ending.”
Gyan dropped his book. Keegan stretched his smile and rocked in the elderly chair.
The front door swung open, and Rayna rushed in with the splash and grace of a skifish as Evak swam close behind. She slipped off her sandals, pushed her tangled, auburn hair out of her face, and they entered the living-room where a gold and purple sofa waited to engulf them.
The trio stared at the arriving couple, as the lamps and candles filled the room with wild shadows.
Rayna glanced at her father. She was cautious around him when it came to the subject of Valaycia. “I still have lots of questions, but it was thrilling.”
At times like this, Celandra always took her cues from Gyan, and tonight his eyes persuaded her to let him go first. Unfortunately, his authoritarian tone was a note too high: “It's easy to let the initial thrill excite your idealism, but it's important to keep things in perspective.”
Were you idealistic when you met them, Father?”
Gyan shook his head. “I went more out of scientific curiosity.”
Celandra saw her daughter look at Keegan, who nodded. His acknowledgment seemed to satisfy Rayna’s present need.
Gyan picked up his book and pretended to read, which he usually did at times like this.
As Rayna’s frown squinted her varicolored eyes, Celandra could smell the surge of rebellion that threatened to take possession of her daughter's mind, and panic assaulted her heart.
Evak tried to rescue the moment: “I regret not going to my visitation for the sake of curiosity.”
I can't wait to get my other gifts,” said Rayna with an obvious tone of rebellion.
Her father briefly looked up from his book to challenge his daughter with a stony glance.
Rayna met his eyes with a thin shade of defiance, then broke the brittle silence. “I think people should talk about this more openly, Father.”
Celandra braced her body for the impact.

Nyle studied Varacus, who sat on a stool, facing a microphone in a radio broadcasting booth that had a wall-to-wall glass window and new equipment designed by Valaycian Science. The Guardian squatted between the Sovereign and the single technician who hunched against the rear wall. Nyle stood outside the booth behind two engineers, who operated a virgin sound board, watching the broadcast. Jaleena stood beside him, apparently deep in thought, fondling the firestones that crowded her sparkling necklace, the reddish tint of her blond hair augmented by the jewels’ red blaze. Near the end of his speech, the Sovereign squeezed as much water as he could from the sponge of rhetoric. Still ruffled by recently ratified laws, Nyle deplored the new policies, knowing they would spawn more damage than good, and he regretted not opposing Varacus and Governor Korchek when he had the chance. Resolved to taking a stronger stance the next time, he had no doubt that another opportunity would shed its veneer soon enough.
Varacus inadvertently intercepted Nyle's attention by turning up the volume of his propaganda. “Tomorrow, Public Media will provide every publication throughout the Republic with an explanation of the new economic system to be implemented over the next twelve months.”
Nyle concentrated on Varacus’s shifting features, as the Soverign paused to rub his sandy goatee, his brown eyes searching the floor. Maybe he would say something embarrassing to ruin his credibility. Where was this unfamiliar contempt coming from? Nyle’s recent encounter with the Vudaki streamed through his mind, flooding his desire to fathom their enigma. His eyes wandered back to the Guardian, hoping to penetrate her cryptic powers, which were complicated by her eerie attunement to the Vudaki’s mere presence, a primal interest that rivaled his own fascination.
In addition to these improvements, I've also passed two necessary laws: one doubling the jail term for convicted rebels, and the other outlawing public protest and authorizing the establishment of a Grievance Council for citizens to voice their concerns about any government institution or activity. These changes are in the best interest of public–” Before he could finish his speech, the Sovereign was cut off, and a different voice stole the transmission: “End Oppression! Stop exploitation! Put an end to political manipulation! The Rebellion will not be silenced!”
Nyle watched Varacus bolt from his stool to lambaste the radio technician, who looked stunned by the rebels’ ability to sabotage the broadcast.
Varacus and the Guardian then left the booth.
That was an excellent speech, Governor, until the interruption.” said Governor Korchek.
The look that Varacus gave her in response was too complex to interpret, and Nyle almost laughed. Jaleena's flattery of Varacus always seemed a bit exaggerated and manipulative. On bad days, it was sickening; on this day, it seemed absurd under the circumstances. The Sovereign's delivery was flawless, his rhetoric impeccable, and the Guardian’s magic was growing stronger, but the Rebellion’s subversion would not be denied, no matter how perfect the empty pachalge was.

Keegan stopped rocking and leaned forward, but before he could speak, Gyan reacted without lowering his book. “Because joining the Liberation is unrealistic and most people know it.”
Celandra deflected her daughter’s likely protest. “It requires a lot of personal sacrifice to make the journey, Dear, and sometimes that puts too much stress on a person's family.”
And what about the strange man with blue skin? Why is that subject forbidden?” Rayna demanded to know. As if to emphasize her point, a rogue moonbird flew into the room. With barely a glance, everyone ignored the creature.
Keegan grabbed the space more swiftly this time. “It doesn't have to be.”
Gyan lowered his book and clenched his jaw.
The moonbird landed on a windowsill. Celandra looked at her husband pleadingly.
I agree with Rayna,” said Evak. “When I was growing up, I didn't take the visitation seriously. It always seemed like more of a legend because of all the secrets, so it might be better to talk about it more openly. And as a far as that stranger with blue–”
Gyan rested the book on his lap and intercepted the lead. “We don't know for sure if the liberators ever escape safely. Once they leave, they're never heard from again. For all we know, the Liberation Movement could be a fast trip to the graveyard.”
That's another good reason why we should talk about it,” said Rayna, tucking her bare feet between the sofa and her knees. “And the Vudaki never came to stop that man from–”
Ignoring the chirping moonbird like everyone else, Gyan spoke sternly. “The Lord Sovereign just passed a law forbidding public demonstrations, and he would much prefer that private debates take place in public forums.”
So much for the freedom of speech,” said Keegan with a smile.
What are they afraid of?” asked Rayna.
Chaos!” her father declared.
Celandra looked at Keegan, and she could tell by his face that he almost held back for her sake, but as her brother told her many times before, ‘At times like that, an unknown force seduces me into feeding the starving soul with the truth despite the bitter flavor.’ “No, they’re afraid of the truth,” Keegan proclaimed.
The emotional charge in the room crackled, and Celandra knew that Keegan was savoring the smell. She held her breath. The moonbird called to his mate, as he always did when lost and afraid.
Gyan arched his back and sat up straighter.
Rayna narrowed her eyes and tightened her lips.
I don’t think arguments like this are very productive,” said Celandra, trying, to no avail, to ventilate the shrinking space that was closing in around her.
Don't take advantage of the girl's vulnerability,” Gyan said, glaring at Keegan.
Keegan halted his rocker. “I'm simply trying to foster an open discussion, which is all–”
You're doing much more than that when you use words like the 'truth'!”, Gyan declared.
Keegan replied with more force. “Should I use words like 'unrealistic' or 'chaos' instead?”
Determined, as always, to maintain his authority, Gyan pelted from his chair and sent the book on his lap tumbling to the floor. “Where my family's concerned, in my home, yes!”
Losing control after many years of quiet frustration, Celandra sprang from her chair. “Stop it, both of you! I'm sick of all this fighting!”
Everyone looked stunned. The moonbird darted from the room.
Come on, Evak. I've had it too, but for different reasons.” Rayna stood up to leave. “Ambassador Taloras told me that Aunt Loreen's living happily in Valaycia, Father, and I believe her. Everything about my visitation was wonderful—The lady practically read my mind!” Rayna made for the front door, her bare feet pounding the floor.
Evak shrugged with a smile then followed her.
Gyan took two strides forward. “Rayna!”
She ignored her father, escaping the house with her loyal lover.
Keegan rocked in his chair again with eyes shut. Gyan took a deep breath, forcefully expelled the air, then stomped out of the room.
Celandra remained standing, unable to move. The moonbird chirped incessantly from afar.

Newly elected as Ambassador to Yugatania, Taloras considered the weight of her responsibility. Many knew Valaycia as a land of abundance and peace where freedom saturates every grain of sand. Many knew Yugatania as a land of greed and violence where fear invades every strata of social experience, and yet the people of Valaycia still longed for the day when the two rival worlds could be reunited, as they were two thousand years ago.
The Vudaki had peeled back their misty mantle, allowing Taloras a clear sky above the sea. She sat between Semanni and Danar on a timber raft that was driven by a sail and steered by a rudder, both of which were guided by the hefty arms of Melodius. Over the next decade, Taloras and the chancellors would comprise the Valaycian Assembly, guiding their people, as well as themselves, with as much humility as possible.
Although she felt Danar’s eyes upon her, Taloras continued to study the horizon. Poised to pierce the receding fog, the sun set to the west, where Rayna and Keegan dreamed of emancipation, and dreamed of Loreen. “Loreen's worried. Keegan is close to the age of retirement. And my brother . . . is leaving soon to attempt the Secret Crossing.”
Unknown to the people of Yugatania, Valaycia was also trapped by the mountains and the sea on all sides but one, preventing anyone from migrating beyond its borders. Nevertheless, every Valaycian was free to travel among the provinces of Manganeer, Kumeron, and Targonia at any time of day or night, for no longer than seven days, returning then to their homes for seven weeks to recuperate, until their next visit.
According to Valaycian mythology, the purpose of the Crossing was to reach the ancient city of Olamus, which was shrouded in the Valley of Mountains and cradled by three symmetrical peaks. Many believed Olamus to be a portal leading to foreign lands beyond the natural barriers. Others thought the legendary site was the home of the Vudaki, which Taloras doubted, and still others believed the city to be the One Source of life. The myth's only definitive claim was that any soul who could find the holy city would discover the secret of immortality. Many Valaycians have attempted to locate the elusive summit in the valley's mesh of mountains; some have returned disappointed, and some have disappeared. How many seekers had found Olamus was unknown.
The Chancellor of Targonia Province and the Chancellor Prime of Valaycia, Danar wore garments that were loose and simple. With tremendous vitality for a slender man of one hundred and fifty-two years, he reminded Taloras of his departed father, one of the few people in the land to live over two hundred years, and one of many who had disappeared. Danar said little, but when he spoke, reassurance poured from his words. “Varacus is devising an elaborate scheme.”
Taloras shook her head. “Sometimes I feel like turning their whole world upside down.”
I know it's tempting,” said Danar.
Taloras insisted, “There must be something we can do to minimize the harm.”
The Chancellor Prime hesitated. “Advise our guides to be more cautious.”
Nothing more?” she asked, splaying her palms.
We could give them a glimpse of the future.” said Semanni, lifting her long face. Like Danar, Semanni had little to say on most occasions; her purple eyes did much of the speaking.
Melodius stretched his thick lips into a smile. “That would be interesting.”
Not in the mood for a joke, Taloras quickly added, “It would also prevent suffering.”
Danar shook his head. “You know that’s not our way.”
Perhaps the age has come for our traditions to mature in new ways,” Taloras blurted.
Danar regarded her challenge before nodding. “Perhaps.” He held her eyes affectionately. “If you feel strongly, the ideal path would be to submit a proposal to the Collective Circle.”
A touch of humility swept through Taloras. “That won’t be necessary.” She dropped her gaze. “I may be struggling with doubt, but ultimately I trust your judgment.”
Taloras exchanged a warm smile with Danar before he changed the subject. “Any concerns about Maisun's meeting with Rayna?”
Semanni nodded her curly head gravely. “I understand she was quite skeptical.”
Known as the Merry Chancellor, Melodius flashed a wide grin and interjected with sharp confidence. “Like Taloras, Maisun has a talent for shattering doubt.”
Taloras could not help but laugh at his attempt to lighten her mood. “Like most of his predecessors, Varacus does a great job of fostering doubt,” said Taloras.
As his smile faded, Danar shared a serious concern. “Along with her keen mind, Rayna has a passionate heart that can burn wild if it's not harnessed.”
Taloras agreed: “Despite her sense of humor, I think we need a more sensitive approach. Otherwise, we could lose her to the Rebellion.”
The rebels may value freedom, but their commitment to peace is suspect, which is something she should know.” said Melodius.
As their simple craft neared its destination, Taloras informed her colleagues that the rebels were accusing them of waging a cold war, but no one responded to her latest report; instead, they stared at the glistening, inscrutable Altar of The Tides that loomed before them.
From her favorite vantage point on the beach, Taloras had studied the mythical pedestal numerous times during her long lifetime, dreaming about the sacred Rite of Transmutation she was about to witness, a ceremony that few people observed at close range. Jutting from the sea, a short distance from the shore, bolstered by a slender base that sprouted from its rocky roots on the seabed below, the circular platform was carved from the same purple rock as the magnificent formations scattered throughout the shallow waters that protruded like beauty marks from the sea's violet skin.
Melodius moored the raft to a hook that jutted from the edge of the platform, which rose to a height near his knees, since the tide was cresting, allowing him to hop onto the stone surface with ease. Taloras and the others joined him and formed a broken circle. Danar set the tone for the imminent event: “I’ve witnessed this metamorphosis many times, and it’s altered my understanding of life forever. May it do the same for each of you.”
The Chancellor Prime’s words warped the air, conjuring four Vudaki outriders from the water to drift in a tight circle around the four leaders. Taloras’s eyes slid across their smooth skin, admiring the dazzling patterns of green, yellow, and black stripes. Their orange and yellow eyes glowing like street-lamps, the cryptic beings opened their mouths to release steady streams of fire. As Taloras and her friends joined their voices to forge a high-pitched sound, a drove of blue fireflies appeared, hovering above the outriders to drink the amber flames.
Lowering her eyes, Taloras watched with reverence as a fifth ‘rider rose from the sea to pierce the ring of fire. The Chosen soaked up the heat, allowing himself to bake until he mutated into stone. Plummeting back to the sea to complete his transformation, the sacrificial ‘rider would soon recycle his life-force for his kin by joining the sweetrock that kindled the Vudaki’s collective inferno.

Upset from the clash with her father the night before, and craving another taste of the Bulakon's Zambori river, Rayna and Evak decided to visit the festive hamlet of Lurakoe. Under a dark sky, the lovers strolled along one of two parallel cobblestone sidewalks that bordered the river and its numerous docks and occasional piers. In this part of town, the only thing that separated the river from the sweltering jungle, in the near distance, was two parallel miles of raucous game-houses, gregarious dance halls, lively theaters, chatty taverns, whispering teashops, and quiet inns that waited patiently in the background.
She was captivated by the torrid tangle of greenery that spread its hot breath and wet skin across one third of Galamar's territory, before spilling into the Typhonic Ocean on the southern shore along with the twisting river that formed its spine. The jungle's western border sprawled thirteen miles into the State of Kryton. Born near the Frozen Peaks, the Zambori clove the state in two, and then surrendered its life to the ocean with its gorgeous beach of black marble sand.
Rayna’s linen blouse was damp, and the humidity forced her to tie her hair back with a leather cord. “My father’s getting worse. He’s so blind to what’s happening.” Absentmindedly, she veered left to cross one of the regular bridges, which connected one bank to the other, arching high enough for the taller river-boats to pass. “That's what I love most about my uncle. He's not afraid to tell the truth, no matter how hard it is to hear.” The soaring note of a soprano escaped a nearby concert hall to lift her spirit briefly.
Evak slid his hand along the top of a railing made of the ever-popular gylion. “I admire that, but he says too much to the wrong people, and that's a dangerous thing these days.”
Staying here is dangerous.”
You're right, but so is broadcasting it to the world.”
Rayna considered his words then reached over to hold her lover's hand. One of Evak's strengths was his sense of reason. “You're right. We should be careful, but I won't let my father stop me from being free. Like my uncle, I believe Aunt Loreen and Valeena are waiting for us in Valaycia. And we both have ancestors who escaped before we were born.”
Possibly.” The bobbing of his head seemed too reticent.
Rayna squeezed his hand. “It's true!”
All right, it's true.” He tenderly kissed her cheek.
She wondered if his sincerity was genuine. “I've always believed the magical folk stories I heard as a child about the land across the sea.” She interrupted her strides to face him. “And tomorrow at dusk, I'm taking my next step toward freedom, and if I have to do it behind my father's back, then I will.” Rayna lifted her head, searching for the lunar siblings, but the sky was drained of light. Instead, she saw a glowing oval of outriders flying by, too close for comfort. “Look! It’s them.”
There’s so many of them,” Evak exclaimed. “And there heading east, away from the sea. I wonder where they’re going.”
Spellbound by the Vudaki’s proximity, Rayna wondered if she would ever know the answer to such questions. Exclamations of awe erupted all around them, as other bystanders caught the Vudaki’s ghostly flight.
Still scanning the sky, he said, “Rayna, I have a confession to make. I waited till now because it's the perfect time.”
Reading his face with so little light was difficult. “Sounds serious.” She glanced at the sky.
It is.” Evak took Rayna’s wrists and pulled her closer with calloused hands. He never wore shorts, no matter how hot the weather. “You know how mad I was at my parents for not letting me go to my visitation.” Rayna nodded. “Well, around that time, I was complaining to my cousin Tonavan about it, and he offered me a better solution.”
Rayna released his hands and crossed the bridge to look down at the river’s heavy traffic. “I don't think I like where this is going, Evak.”
He asked me to join the Rebellion, and I said yes.”
But why?—You haven't even given the Liberation a chance.”
I hate it here as much as you do, Ray, but it makes more sense to fight for our freedom here than to work for years to escape to some place we've never even seen.”
Rayna faced him again. “But it's hopeless to change things here—You know that.”
The Rebellion's growing. Look what's happening in the other states.”
Her gestures kept pace with the force of her words. “And look what the government did—They're passing new laws to suffocate us even more.”
Rayna always knew when Evak was flustered because his hands became more animated. “Rayna, Sovereign Varacus and men like your father are trying to conquer the elements that keep us trapped in this geographic prison, so maybe they're waking up.” As a trio of people approached, Evak lowered his voice. “If not, the Rebellion can overthrow the government and make this a better place to live.”
His unwitting irony did not escape her. “That's more risky than what my uncle’s doing.”
She knew from the smile on his face that he understood her point. “The Rebellion's very careful about who they approach, Ray. That's one of the things I like about them.”
Evak, the government humiliates the liberators, but they're putting rebels in prison.”
It's only one year for the first offense,” he said with a shrug.
And three years for the second offense.”
He threw his head back, exhaling with intensity. “I'm ready for that risk, but I'm not asking you to become a rebel. The Liberation might be
the real thing, and it's a lot safer. This way we're working against the Republic from two directions. And don't forget—The Rebellion doesn't oppose the Liberation, so you should never oppose us.”
Us? Rayna’s mind writhed with confusion, but out of that psychic puzzle a piece of understanding came into view that admired Evak since his path to freedom also demanded courage. Nevertheless, her hope was spoiled, for she wanted her lover to be a fellow liberator, who would settle for nothing less than the best. “My life just got twice as complicated.”
Sorry.” He put his arm around her waist. “But that just gives me more of you to love.”
She felt a rumbling in her breast that drew her hand to his face. “Would you like to tell my father the good news?” A smile crept its way into Evak's mouth, as she shook her spinning head. “I was hoping we could join the Liberation together, but I guess I have to love you as a rebel. And tomorrow night you'll have to love me as a liberator when I tell Chancellor Melodius I'm officially joining the Movement.”
He eased her closer, pressing his body to hers. She slid her hands across the smooth texture of his dark brown hair, pausing to glide her thumbs along the upper edge of his handsome ears. Her passion mounted, as they both studied each other’s face, looking for new places to explore.

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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Romantic Reads for Valentine's Day

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The undead are edgy. Something is happening in their dark, brutal world, something anticipated with excitement and dread: the potential awakening of the most powerful vampire who ever existed. Only the dangerous, solitary vampire Vadas doesn’t care who rules the undead. He bows to no one, and he’s more interested in revenge on the human Salvona family.

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Friday, February 12, 2016

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Lizzy!” Alice had grabbed my shoulders and pecked my cheek.
I felt the softness of her ash-blond hair as it brushed my face, a softness only achieved with regular maintenance. Her tight fitting jacket and skirt oozed style and expense, and her glossy handbag was quite possibly made from an actual reptile. On her slim, childish hand she wore a large diamond and ruby engagement ring. She was Alice, older and luxurious.
You haven’t changed a bit!” Alice declared.
I wondered if in fact I was wearing the same jeans I had worn seven years ago. Alice shifted in her seat. I had the strange feeling she was nervous. When she gazed at me, she had resumed her compelling, confident expression and her eyes bored into me as if she could learn all my secrets.
So,” Alice’s lips rose in a smile, “tell me what you’ve been doing. Are you an artist now?”
My heart sank, “No, I kind of gave up.”
Really? Didn’t you want to be an illustrator or something?”
I did, years ago but you know -”
So where are you working?”
I’m not actually working at the moment,” I said, unsure which word to stress, “I had a job interview in London yesterday.”
So you live in London?”
No. I’m in Edinburgh.”
Still?”
Yes Alice,” I breathed in, trying to sound chirpy, “I lived in London for a year,” I added, “before the company I worked for closed down. So it’s Edinburgh for the time being.”
And where are you living?”
With my parents.”
Your parents?” Alice raised her eyebrows in an annoying way.
At the moment.”
Alice smiled again, “And who are you going out with?”
No one. Actually.”
That summed up my life really. On all fronts, everything had ground to a halt. All my potential had evaporated. I’d drifted into a career I didn’t particularly like, I had no job, and I’d had to move back home with my parents. Alice had managed to get it all out of me in the first minute. It was just that I’d had the most incredible bad luck. You had to get a break sometime, at something. But for seven years, the seven years since I’d seen Alice, it had all been one long, continuous free-fall.
As for Alice, I knew her story, even if I didn’t want to. She had gone from one success to another; surprising everyone by landing a graduate job with a luxury hotel group, being posted from Bali to the Cayman Islands and then to London. Each move came with a promotion, and now she was a director of her company. I’d heard stories of her house in London, her travels and parties and her fiancé who ran a hedge fund. My life looked sad and grey in comparison.
Somewhere in Dublin a clock struck six. The bells rang out across the cobblestone lanes. I’d never heard such a grave sound before. The twilight was turning into evening.
Alice glanced into the sky. Despite the glittering ruby on her finger and her glossy alligator bag, I realized she was scared. Really, really scared.


Freebies and Steals for February 12th

Witchwood Estate - Going Home by Patti Roberts
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There is something very evil lurking in the woods surrounding Witchwood Estate... Witches, spells, ghosts, sprites, shape-shifters, wolves and more... For all those young at heart... Equal measure of both Magic and Evil.

Alexandria Santorini learns as a child that she comes from a long line of Harvey witches. Now, as a teenager, Alexandria must say goodbye to Catnip Cottage and the Barnabys, her loving guardians for the last twelve years, and go home to Ferntree Falls to claim her inheritance. Witchwood Estate. The home where she was born and her parents were murdered. Her journey home becomes somewhat sinister, however, when she discovers that there are those who have other plans for her and her new friends…

Grab your broomstick/dustbuster out of the closet and come along for the ride!


Nights in White Satin by Taylor Lee
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• The Four Sexy undercover CID Agents from Big Girls Don’t Cry
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• Together they bust an Army Colonel who uses his honored position to operate an international sex auction ring. 









Paradox - The Angels Are Here by Patti Roberts
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Two mysterious strangers arrive just in time to help Grace Connors as she struggles to cope with the death of her father. But are the intentions of these strangers as innocent as they first seem, or is something far more sinister on their agenda?

Meanwhile, in a faraway realm, a race of fallen Angels clash with a ruling house of Angels. Their battle changes events in the Ancient World and the New World forever. A realm where a year can last centuries and an ancient, magical people still rule... A realm where even the immortals face danger.

A story that will indeed leave you asking... Who, When, Where? WHAT!

My name is Juliette. Nine hundred years ago, I died. Today, I am alive... This is my story.


Little Suckers Bite Too by Jessica McBrayer
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Hannah is pregnant beyond her wildest dreams. She feels like she might explode from her happiness. But all is not hearts and baby booties. When Hannah is forced into bed rest, in Hell, her bestie, Lily comes to her side.

Manipulating in-laws and pregnancy complications begin as her due date looms in the not-so-distant future. Causing chaos and a fire-barking Hell Hound.

But there is a surprise in store for Hannah and Diel. Only a Djinn, Vampires and WereVamps can come to the rescue and ring in the joyous event of Hannah’s and Diel’s baby. 




Sex, Lies, & Family Vacations by Leslie Langtry
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Laura Smith is the mom of two adorable children, the wife of a successful businessman...and the unappreciated shadow of the woman she once was. Somehow, her family never seems to notice that the laundry gets done, the house is picked up, dinner mysteriously appears on the table, and then cleans up after itself. Instead of being her children's idol and her husband's lover, she's become a funny little footnote in her own life. That is until she takes her children on vacation to Disneyworld in sunny Florida, where she just happens to end up in a hotel room right next to her college flame, Alan James. Old passions ignite and new excitement sparks as Laura and Alan bring new meaning to "The Most Magical Place on Earth." But when Laura and Alan's spouses unexpectedly show up in Florida, a comedy of errors ensues, and only one thing is for certain: Laura's life will never be the same again.


The Conqueror by Mary Gillgannon
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When Norman knight Jobert de Brevrienne claims Oxbury in the name of William the Conqueror, he discovers that one of the Saxon defenders is the daughter of the eorle who ruled the settlement. Realizing he needs her skills as a chatelaine and her rapport with the villagers so Oxbury will continue to prosper, Jobert makes peace with Edeva. But as they work together to restore order and prepare for winter, he worries the blond “hellcat” will betray him to the rebels as soon as his back is turned. Even more troubling is the realization he’s falling in love with her.

Edeva vows to kill the Norman monster who has overrun her family’s lands and stolen her heritage. But when he shows himself to be reasonable and just, her animosity begins to ease. She finds herself torn between aiding her brothers, who seek vengeance against the usurper, and her longing for the handsome knight, who has conquered her heart even as he takes control of her homeland.


Big Girls Don't Cry by Taylor Lee
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• A girl abandoned to the streets.
• A brother brutally murdered.
• Can she find his killer before the killer finds her? 

Thursday, February 11, 2016

The Monarch: Emerging from Her Cocoon by Luci Cosway Excerpt

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Becca Lambert has her vacation sex all planned, but when she goes to meet her boyfriend at the airport, he’s arriving with his wife and kids in tow. Frustrated and angry, Becca turns to anonymous online sex instead. Nick Hartley is in a new town and looking for some casual sex when he finds Becca. Now, he wants to convince her that they should ditch the screen time and hook up in person. Can this Butterfly find her way out of her cocoon?

The Monarch is an erotica short novella of 24K words, featuring m/f/f and m/m/f scenes. The second story in Butterfly Basics collection is planned for April, 2016.

Excerpt:

She bit her thumb nail and then the inside of her lower lip, rationalizing the choices before her. Sure, she was in New Orleans and likely could find someone here to spend the time with, but there were diseases and other dangers to consider.  The chances were better than average that any man she met would be another version of either James or her ex-husband, liars and cheats. Her glass was nearly empty when she made her decision. She logged in to a familiar adult forum, deciding to keep her fantasies virtual and anonymous. It was a local forum and since she didn't want her sexual fantasies to intrude in her real life, she worked hard to remain anonymous. The only factoid about herself she let slip through was her love of butterflies, hence her avatar: a tiny Monarch.
At least this way I can assume he's lying to me -- and not break up someone's home, happy or otherwise.
Becca refilled her wine glass and began typing.
After six months of teasing and sexting, my fuck-filled vacation got destroyed when the bastard showed up with his wife and kids. I'm stuck in one of the most sexy, sin-filled cities in the country and I'm horny. Who wants to play?
 She hit enter and leaned back, draining the glass. She sighed, and slid her mouse up to the delete key, ready to undo her bold invitation. Before she could hit enter, her phone beeped the arrival of a text message. Becca let go of the mouse and picked up the phone. Her face was flushed with the warmth of nearly a full bottle of wine and no dinner as she read James' message, a cutesy question about where "they" were staying and full of emoticons. Becca blanched and felt nauseated again, reading the innuendo in his message and remembering his hand-holding with his wife.
For a long moment, she considered actually meeting him, just long enough to find out what excuse he would be using to leave her hotel room every night, how he would explain the need to spend the days with his children. Finally, she decided that even hundreds of miles from home, she wasn't the type to make a scene in public. She stared hard at the phone for just a moment before texting back.
I don't know where you are staying with your wife, but it should be far from me. She looks just like your daughter and she deserves better than you. Don't contact me again or I will contact her.

Kiss Me, Cowboy by Melissa McClone

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She didn’t mean to kiss him…

When dude ranch wrangler Charlotte – aka Charlie – Randall kisses Zack Harris in an act of empathy, she falls hat over spurs for the handsome military veteran turned cowboy. Zack has too many demons, however, and refuses to get involved. A year later, he's still stonewalling, and Charlie needs to move on with her life so she can find a fulfilling relationship, not frustrating unrequited love. Putting distance between them seems the best way to get Zack out of her head and heart...but that means quitting the job she loves and accepting a position in Colorado.

He didn’t mean to kiss her back…

Growing up, Zack longed for a real family, and had one with his squad while deployed in Afghanistan. Now, he's back in the States and doesn't want anything messing up his new ranch family, no matter how much he's attracted to the sexy, hard-working Charlie. She could break his heart and ruin the comfortable working relationship they and the other wranglers enjoy. Besides, her friends claim she's looking for the perfect guy, and perfect he's not.

A kiss is just a kiss…or is it?

When Zack learns Charlie's thinking about leaving the ranch, he decides to find her a boyfriend — someone so good, so perfect, she has a reason to stay in Montana. Until he realizes too late that the only cowboy he wants her kissing is him. Can he commit to love and convince Charlie not to leave? Or has she made up her mind to put the past, and the kiss that started it all, behind her and move on without him?

Montana Born Rodeo Series
Book 1: Tease Me, Cowboy by Rachael Johns
Book 2: Cherish Me, Cowboy by Alissa Callen
Book 3: Kiss Me, Cowboy by Melissa McClone
Book 4: Please Me, Cowboy by Megan Crane

Killer Wedding Cake (Daphne Martin Cake Mystery) by Gayle Trent

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Daphne Martin’s wedding to Ben Jacobs is only a couple of weeks away. An award-winning cake decorator, Daphne is busy designing their wedding cake. Her twin nephew and niece, Lucas and Leslie, are excited about being in the wedding party. And Daphne’s brother-in-law Jason is planning a bachelor party for Ben. Everything is going beautifully until Daphne’s ex-husband Todd shows up. Just released from prison after serving a sentence based on his shooting a gun at Daphne, Todd comes to Brea Ridge to profess his undying love for her.

Despite Daphne’s attempts to make Todd leave town, he insists on hanging around to reconnect with people he used to know. When he’s found murdered, Daphne finds herself at the center of the investigation. Now she must track down Todd’s killer before she becomes the next victim. Can she still make it to the church on time?
 
Excerpt:

I spread the brownie batter into the pan, opened the oven door, and slid the pan inside. The oven was cold. It wasn’t that it hadn’t heated up all the way yet—it was completely cold. And here I was with a pan of brownie batter that I needed to get baked. I called Myra.

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind about the cake already,” she said, by way of answering.

“No. My oven won’t heat. I have a pan of brownie batter and no oven.”

“Well, bring the pan over here,” she said. “I’ll go ahead and preheat my oven. What do you need it set on—three-fifty?”

“Yes, please. Thank you!” I ended the call, put a lid on my brownie pan, and hurried out the door to Myra’s house.

Bruno met me at the door. He was a tan Chihuahua who could’ve slept in one of my shoes. Myra had met the teensy terror a few months ago when he’d barked and growled at her from her front porch. She’d called me frantic because “this vicious dog” wouldn’t let her into her house. I took over a piece of ham, and it calmed the savage beastie right down. She began feeding him, and he stayed. He still acted as if he owned the place, but he had a more legitimate claim to do so now.

“Hello, Bruno,” I said.

He danced around on his back legs, thinking I had a treat for him because I usually did. This time, however, I’d only thought to bring my pan of brownies.
“Sorry, buddy. I’ll get you something when I go back.”

“Put the pan there on the counter and come take a load off while we wait for the oven to finish pre-heating,” Myra said.

I did as she said, but I touched the front of the oven as I passed by to make sure it was getting hot. Sorry, but I was feeling paranoid. The oven was warm, so I felt reassured.

Then I went in and collapsed onto the sofa beside Myra.

“Honey, you look plumb tuckered out,” she said.

“It’s not that I’m tired. I’m just aggravated. I don’t know what’s wrong with my oven.”

“It’s probably the heating element. It’ll be all right.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind me using your oven? I’ll pay you in a box of brownies.” You wouldn’t know it from her trim frame, but Myra loved sweets.

“I didn’t mind to begin with, but I doubly don’t mind now.”

Bruno raced into the living room and hopped onto the sofa between us.

“I need to make two pans—one to go in as soon as the others come out,” I said. “And I’ll call the appliance guy when I get home.” I considered this for a second. “I don’t know an appliance guy. Do you?”

Myra nodded. “Yep. McElroy Haynes. Best appliance guy around here. I’ll get you his number before you go.”

We heard a click coming from the direction of the kitchen.

“That’s the oven,” she said. “Want me to put the brownies in?”

“No, thanks. I’ll do it. Would you mind seeing if you can find Mr. Haynes’ number?”

“I’m on it.”

I slid the pan of brownies into Myra’s oven, and she returned with the phone number.

“He’s kinda crotchety, but tell him I told you to call. And tell him I said he was the best in the business.”

I smiled. “I could just offer him brownies…along with his payment, of course.”

“I doubt it’d do you a bit of good, but you can try. Besides, you can’t give away all your brownies. You have to sell some at the Save-A-Buck.”

Setting the timer on my phone to alert me in twenty minutes, I told Myra I’d be back with the other pan soon.

I hurried back across the yards to my house to get the next batch of brownies underway but stopped short when I noticed a blue pickup truck parked in my driveway. I slowed my pace and approached cautiously.

The truck had Tennessee tags. There was no one inside it, and I’d left my door unlocked.

I didn’t want to overreact. I still had a lot of friends in Tennessee. Maybe it was one of them. Besides, there was no indication that the person was actually inside my house. He—or she—could be a salesperson going door to door and had chosen my driveway as a good parking spot.

Thinking it best to err on the side of caution, I opened the door slightly. “Hello?”

“Hello.”

That voice chilled my blood. It belonged to Todd Martin, my ex-husband.

Biting Me Softly by Mary Hughes Excerpt

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He's a candy box of sex appeal wrapped with a golden bow. She's on a diet.

Biting Love Book 4

Winner of the 2012 Write Touch Readers' Award for Paranormal/Fantasy/Futuristic/Time Travel!

Blood, sex, violence. Blood, okay, but computer geek Liese Schmetterling had enough S&V when her cheating ex fired her. Now security expert--and lip-smacking gorgeous--Logan Steel saunters into her Blood Center, setting fire to her libido. And threatening her job.

Visions of pink slips dancing in her head, Liese tries to push Logan away without touching his jutting pecs...or ridged abs. Or petting the Vesuvius in his jeans. He's hiding something, but it doesn't seem to matter when his smiles stun her, his kisses crank her to broiling and his bites rocket her to heaven. Fangy bites which, if she weren't grounded in science, would make her think ampire-Vay.

Centuries old and tragedy-scarred, Logan's mission is to fortify the Blood Center's electronic defenses against his nemesis, the leader of a rogue vampire gang. He's ready for battle but not for Liese, who slips under his skin, laughs at his awful puns, charges beside him into dark, scary places--and tastes like his true love.

No matter how often Logan declares his love, Liese can't bring herself to trust him. But when his archenemy comes after her, not trusting him may cost her life...

Warning: contains explicit vampire sex involving absurdly large male equipment (hey, they're monsters), unbelievable stamina (just how long can he stay underwater in a hot tub?), hide-your-eyes violence and horrendously bad puns. And, just when you think it can't get any worse, a computer geekette trying to play Mata Hari.
 
Excerpt:

Steel grinned at that, a smile so sharp and white that I was momentarily blinded. “Nice pun.”
Wow. Mr. Fortune 500 (and Body 300) thought I was amusing?
Then reality kicked me in the teeth. I was a geek. When I talked, eyes glazed over. Amusing? Sure, and the Sex Fairy was real. “Why are you actually here?”
“Here’s the work order, if you don’t believe me.” Mr. Logan Great-Ass pulled a paper out of his back pocket. Since his jeans were so tight they must have been painted on his incredible tush, I wondered how there could possibly have been room. He unfolded the paper and tossed it onto my desk with as much flair as the card. “You’re wrong, Ms. Schmetterling. Gorgeous, but wrong.”
Gorgeous? I shot to my feet. “Now I know you’re lying. Fun time’s over. There’s the door.”
Sleek eyebrows arched. “I assure you, everything’s in order.”
“You’ve forged those papers. Or…or maybe they’re real, but the company’s been typed over. I don’t know what your game is, Mr. Steel, but this woman’s not playing.”
“No games, Ms. Schmetterling.” Leaning across the desk, he hooked my chin with one long finger. “Though if you want games, I could be persuaded.”
And he pressed his sculpted mouth to mine.
Steel’s lips were smooth and warm and he knew how to use them. His kiss was the magical brush of angel wings. Heavenly golden heat spread through me, stunned me. My eyelids fluttered closed. Excitement hit me low in the belly, hot, shocking excitement that bubbled up as a soft moan of pleasure.
At the sound, Logan licked my lips open. Angel wings became angel fire. “You taste wonderful. All hot and wet. Mmm, can’t get enough.” His kiss deepened, his tongue started to plunge.
Heat flamed through me, spiraling quickly past my temperate zone. I was kissing a virtual stranger but it was so good, better than seven-layer chocolate sin cake. Logan nibbled at my lips, his teeth extraordinarily sharp. Instinctively I knew I was about two seconds from clamping my ankles around his superb ass, and damn the consequences.
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