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Chapter One, Asgrove Academy & lots more

For the past six months I have not wanted for something to read. I don’t know how long Instafreebie has been around but it is a killer.

While you can get hundreds of free books (sent to your email in three available formats), I have learned to check the title through Amazon before proceeding to download. Sometimes it is a book that isn’t offered through the Kindle Unlimited program and you’re getting a great deal.

Then be prepared to get an email box FULL of files you must forward to your chosen reading device (I use the Kindle app on my iPhone).

But that is not a problem for  free books right? Also be prepared to get your box filled with newsletters, some even asking you to join an author’s street team.

I have so many files on my computer from Instafreebie (because when you click on one and say yeah you want it, then, sometimes three more titles will pop up where you can choose one, so on and so forth) that I often both fear and look forward to checking my email.

Example:

Sent: Friday, March 24, 2017 10:40:27 AM
Subject: Freebie Friday: 293 Free Ebooks Just For You!

and here is the link Instafreebie free books

Did you know that this link can offer more than 500 books and I’ve got more than just one email offering Instafreebie books!

HUNDREDS of books from all different categories haunt me now.

What takes priority are three things: responsibilities to my family, reviewing books requested of me by authors/publishers and my own writing.

I recently tried my first short story writing contest. The theme was ‘person in a hole finds their way out’ by thewritepractice.com. I’ve officially joined the community of amazing people.

My short story was published and can be found here: http://shortfictionbreak.com/spring-17/

My story was called ‘Death Isle’.

Also, you should join Kindle Scout! Help choose a book to be published, if chosen you will receive a copy. But it is more than that. You’re in a contest to be the best at choosing the next great book. You get three nominations a day. This is really important for authors and readers.

As for my own writing, I have changed Witches and Wizards Retribution into a trilogy. It is now, Asgrove Academy, Witches and Wizards Trilogy, Book One, with a new cover and the cover with the girl is for Book Two, Power Rising and Book Three, Retribution.

Here’s the cover for book one I bought from selfpubbookcovers.com (credit will be in book):

asgrove academy cover

And here is Chapter One, in all its terrible glory.

This is a story about a girl who falls through a portal from Earth into Asgrove, a realm of magic where witches and wizards are the norm. Sentient buildings, classes for animal companions, potions, charms, talent training and more await her in Asgrove.

Only human females with blood tracing back centuries to the loss of Asgrove’s queen who was abducted and brought to Earth where she was eventually killed, can enter the one-way portals. In Asgrove, it has been said that the return of the lost queen’s soul would be soon, possibly within the group of human females brought to Asgrove a month before school was to begin. But dark magic has had centuries to snake its way deep within Asgrove and the residents within.

Chapter One
Earth

Bright sunlight filtered through the dense giant redwood tree canopies at the Del Norte Coast Redwood State Park.
After being on the road for more than five hours cooped together with my brothers in the back seat of our dad’s truck, I felt happy to see the park’s light green, weathered, paint peeling welcome sign.
I leaned my head against the glass window of dad’s old truck, stealing glimpses of the hot guy dressed in park ranger green.
After paying the ranger for a two-week camping pass, our blue truck rumbled along the single lane dirt road. “Hand these out to the kids please,” dad said to mom. As I took the paper, a heavily detailed map of the campsite unfolded in my hands. Might be useful.
We made several loops before reaching spot number ninety-nine.
The minute the truck stopped, I jumped out. Sweet freedom at last. No more, acrid stench of sweat. The scent of clean air found from within a redwood forest cleared away the hours of constant teasing and bickering.
Even though I had managed to get out of the vehicle first, the twins, Eric and Derek grabbed their tent from the bed of the truck before I could nab mine. My younger brother Chase along with older brother Sid got to theirs by knocking me to the ground.
“No foul,” Sid said with his trademark grin.
“Got it,” Chase laughed, passing me by, tent tucked under one muscled arm. His dark eyes, the same deep brown as dads met my glare.
“Hey, don’t forget to put the groceries in the food locker,” mom hollered.
“On it,” dad said, coming to stand in front of me. My fingers dug into the loose dirt of the ground as my anger grew.
“What a load of bull! Did you see what Sid did?” I asked my lumberjack dad. He towered above me, dressed the same as always; pale jeans, a white undershirt with a red and black plaid short sleeved shirt and thick, black boots.
“They like to make sure your tent is protected by theirs.”
I frowned at him before taking his hand. Once on my feet, I brushed the dirt from my jeans.
After I dragged my tent over to the set-up area, I saw the familiar pattern. My pink, single person canvas abode would be wedged between two gray double tents. I smiled when I could see this year, we’d have thick trees at our backs instead of another family.
Letting my frustration melt away, I cast my eyes to the beautiful trees semi blocking the rays of the high noon sun. The rich, earthy scent came from being deep within a forest. A natural balm to my frayed nerves. The shade we did have wasn’t enough to lower the temperature until an hour after the sun set. I don’t possess a single drop of ‘outdoor, nature girl’ blood. I missed my friends. Real toilets would have been welcome.
Tent pitched, I frowned when I felt sweat drip along the skin of my back.
“Get her!” Chase shouted. His voice cracked. I laughed. Oh, sweet puberty sure sucked! Yeah, I laughed when I heard my brother’s voice break because I knew he hated it. Which made me like it even more. Chase, the shortest of my brothers. What he lacked in height, he more than made up for in mischief.
I squinted against the sunlight. Then I shook my head. I had forgotten, he had shaved his head right before we left this morning. His golden curls were gone.
I stood perfectly still, right outside my tent.
I knew the drill.
Same thing each year.
“Filled ‘em back at home. Maybe the water will be cool enough for you Lissa.” Erik said, a slight breeze rippled through his long, blond hair. The musician in the family, wore nothing but dark jeans, a dark T-shirt with obscene words and black Converse high-top sneakers, without socks.
Though I stared straight ahead, I could see their bright orange and yellow, mega water blasters currently aimed at my head, from the corner of my eyes.
I didn’t have a mega blaster. I had a green plastic gun filled with water tucked inside my jeans at my lower back.
They moved in to capture me in a circle.
“You guys ought to join the military,” I said.
I had enough water for six shots.
I only needed four.
Before they pulled their triggers, I whipped my gun out and shot them each in the middle of their forehead.
“Gotcha first,” I said. My laughter made my stomach cramp. Wholeheartedly worth it. The looks on their faces simply precious. A good memory at last.
No escape. I weathered the hits from their water guns until they ran dry.
“Didn’t see the shot coming sis,” Derek patted me on the back. I shrugged his hand away.
“You’re dead. I shot each one of you! If you had stayed dead, I wouldn’t be dripping wet!”
“What? It’s a hot day. Gotta cool ya off somehow.” Erik held his empty plastic shooter next to his lips and gave it a kiss.
“Better than last year’s bro,” Chase grinned, slapping Erik hard on the back.
“Got some time before lunch, let’s go refill them,” Derek said as he stared at me.
I rolled my eyes.
They laughed. Then they were gone, off to refuel their blasters.
“Where’d they go?” dad asked as he came to stand near me.
“To refuel.”
“I saw your shots. Surprised to see you participated.”
“Doesn’t getting soaked count as participating?”
“Um, I hear your mother calling me. Got to get a fire going for the hot dogs.”
I watched him walk away from me until I stood alone.
I dropped my little pistol on the ground near my tent.
Bending over, I unzipped my tent’s door.
Quick as a magician, I changed into a fresh pair of jeans, white T-shirt with a lightweight red hoodie. I pulled my hair into a ponytail with a white scrunchie, in case my brothers me again. I took my wet clothing and hung it over the top of my tent.
When they did return, their interest no longer aimed at me. For a few moments, I watched as they ran around outside in the sweltering heat, like drunk mountain lions.
The twins were exact duplicates of each other than the way they dressed. Derek’s casual khaki shorts hung low on his thin hips. Same as his twin, he wore no socks but his feet were always jammed into colorful Van’s. The only shirts he ever wore were plain, white T-shirts. And he hated the music his twin Erik played. So, did I. Loud metal banging noises from his band, The Metal Masters. No joke.
I unzipped my tent’s door and crawled inside to search for my ear buds and music player. Exactly how I planned on spending my time. I brought a few books but with the heat, I had a hard time getting lost in a story.
Listening to music, passed the time. I also tried to exchange text messages with several friends, bemoaning the cruelness of life. The terrible cell reception in the forest made most of my text messages undeliverable.
“Change of plans. We’ll have hot dogs for dinner. Your mom made sandwiches for lunch,” dad said from outside.
“Heard,” I said. I crawled out of my tent to see my brothers standing directly in front of me.
Dad and mom were by the truck with the dry fire pit in between us.
“Couldn’t get the fire started?” Derek asked. He spoke loud enough for us kids to hear but not dad.
“He brought wood instead of buying it from the park,” Chase said quietly.
“Thanks for lunch,” I said, as I elbowed Erik and Derek in the ribs at the same time.
“Yeah, thanks,” my four brothers called out at once.
“Ah, do you have to be so loud?” I rubbed my ears as I made my way past them to get my sandwich.
I smiled as my mom handed me a tin foil-wrapped lump. For a moment, a saw the apology in her blue eyes.
“I’ll eat inside my tent. No water allowed. Cute hat mom.”
“Sure Lissa,” mom said, handing out more silver wrapped packages to the boys.
I looked back and saw her pat her brilliant green baseball cap. Such a shame. She must have wedged her long, black hair inside the hat. Her smile showed me what I needed to know. For now, the world would survive.
I retreated to my tent. The sandwich turned out to be peanut butter and strawberry jam.
After I ate, I crumpled the tin into a ball and left it beside my pillow. I might need it later if I bored.
I retrieved my camera bag from the truck. I returned to my tent without encountering anyone where I set it carefully on top of my navy-blue sleeping bag. I plugged in my ear buds, closed my eyes and listened to the soundtrack of Pink Floyd’s, ‘The Wall.’
On the evening, what would come to be the strangest of my life, my family shared a casual meal of hot dogs roasted over the campfire. We stoically ate them and ignored the blackened crunchy texture. Dad tried his best to behave like a true outdoorsman, but he wasn’t as skilled as Augustus McCrae or Daniel Boone. of us discreetly wiped the tears from our eyes from the campfire smoke.
At the end of dinner, I had to fight off my brothers who attempted to attack me again with their water guns. They laughed as they mocked me. “The water will cool ya off better than that air conditioner you’re always dreaming of!”
I screamed when they shot me. The devils had fired hot water!
Thankfully dad stepped in. He made the jerks back off by standing in front of me. Without their target, my brothers grumbled.
While dad motioned for them to point their guns away, he whispered to me, “Go take a walk on a nearby trail.”
My head turned toward him.
“Don’t forget your camera. There should be several places nearby where you could get some great shots.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“New target. For this one time, you can shoot me,” dad said, holding his hands in the air. A seriously cool move for dad; sacrificing himself for me.
I took the precious moment he gave me to duck into my tent, tucked my music player in the pocket of my jeans before grabbing my camera bag. I placed it over my shoulder. My eye caught on a map of the campsite. The hot ranger had given dad several of them, which he then gave to us. I grabbed it, stuffed it into a pocket and made my getaway.
Nearly out of range, I heard dad shout, “But don’t go too far.”
I waved at him before turning my full attention to the beautiful foliage around me. “Maybe I’ll get some decent pictures to post online and sell as stock photos. Easy money.” I talked to myself as I stepped on a path leading into the redwood forest. The shade enveloped me. With the setting sun, I figured I had an hour before I needed head back.
Alone, I intended on taking a short walk, when a swarm of blue and white butterflies caught my eye. I pulled out my map and studied the colorful images on the back of the wildlife in the area. There were six types of blue butterflies and at least three types of white ones. The combination of their groups mesmerized me, and I followed them until I came upon the most amazing sight. I looked at my map and frowned. I had stumbled upon a trail called Damnation Creek.
I hesitated for a second before I stepped off the well-worn path and into another world, it could have been a picture from a bedtime storybook. An enchanting lush green meadow surrounded by the thick trunks of the redwood trees. It formed the backdrop for the swirling butterflies and fairy tale like flowers.
I gently set my camera bag on the soft grass. I walked slowly to the secret spot. Using the map to compare, I identified the flowers as Smith’s Fairy Bells.
The spellbinding butterflies were flying high and low as if their movements were an award winning, gracefully choreographed dance. Then, ever so elegant, they would land on the little bell flowers blanketing the meadow.
A tiny bird crossed paths with the dance. The magic broke. I remembered my camera.
I returned to my bag and bent to unzip it. I took great care to assemble my most prized possession – my Nikon D700 digital SR camera with 24.1 pixels and 6 SPS continuous shooting. I attached my Nikon AF-S DX Nikkor lens and closed the bag. I moved slowly around the area outside the butterflies’ path. Ever since a special birthday as a toddler when I received my first plastic red camera, I have loved photography.
After twenty minutes, my arms ached. “Got enough to last me awhile,” I sighed as I carefully removed the Nikkor lens from my camera and tucked it away before putting my camera back in its bag, zipped it and left it where it sat, safe on the enchanted grass. The flora and fauna forgotten, my attention focused on a huge redwood with a funky knot near the bottom which appeared to be a built-in seat.
I walked over to it and ran my hand over the natural contours. Curious, I sat and pressed my back to the trunk of the tree. The wood felt smooth as glass. I tilted my head against the tree and closed my eyes, letting the fresh air clear my thoughts.
Then the tree and beautiful meadow fell away.

**Needs loads of work. Changing a book into a trilogy will be very interesting!**

All comments welcome.

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NaNoWriMo day 13 and one Great Book Series

Okay, my NaNoWriMo.org book got derailed by my reading of a five book series. It was so good I did not open my computer for three days.

Sonja Bateman’s DeathSpeaker Codex series is about this guy who finds out he’s not quite all human.

Enter now many different worlds with each book, the story gets richer and you get more addicted to Bateman’s fabulous writing.

I swear I watched a movie instead of reading five books!

If you have read Laurell K Hamilton’s vampire and Fae series, this book series is for you. If you haven’t, this book series is for you.

The whole series is available through Kindle Unlimited, which just makes it that more awesome.

Wrong Side of Hell Book #1 in the DeathSpeaker Codex series This link takes you to the first book of the series on Amazon. Give it a go!

First Book!  This link takes you to a pictuer of the cover of the first book but if you already clicked the link above, don’t bother, you’ll have seen it!

Sadly, back to reality lol! Okay National Novel Writing Month which ends on my birthday here my call, “I am going to finish my story!” Where Angels Weep, here I come!

 

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Day 2, NaNoWriMo! 1,536 words thus far!

(Remember that this has just been written. It needs to be fleshed out more!)

REVISED AT 7:50 pm 11/2/16

 

 

Chapter One

Fifteen Years Before

As the sun died, twin brothers watched from their seats on the velvet blue sofa.

From the front room’s big bay window, a streak of orange turned their heads.

 

Without a word, the boys stared at one another.

Together they stood and walked to the staircase in the front of their house.

One of the boys ran his hand over the polished oak surface of the banister.

They glanced at the closed door upstairs where they knew their mother had quickly retired to directly after dinner.

She’s sewing new robes,” Jacob, the eldest twin by two minutes whispered to his brother.

Angel robes, again,” Jason whispered, a shudder running through his small frame.

Halloween is next week,” Jacob said, turning away from the stairs to study the front door.

She’ll make us be angels again,” Jason sighed, his dark eyes downcast.

Papa doesn’t mind. Thinks it’s good for business,” Jacob said before taking Jason’s hand in his own.

She’ll make them shine with gold thread. Probably take her ages. Let’s go capture that cat.”

Jason looked at his brother, glanced back once at the door upstairs before nodding his head.

Together, they opened the big front door with its fresh coat of olive green paint.

Their eyes searched the dim area outside for the cat.

Over there!” Jacob began to run towards the prohibited brick building to their left.

His brother Jason carefully closed the front door.

He was quick on his brother’s heels.

They stopped to kneel down on the gravel as they stared at the cat who sat between them and a long area covered in coralberry shrubs.

“Don’t push, if we get any of these dark berries smashed into our clothing, mother will bury us again,” Jacob said, as Jason pressed against his back.

“Hey! I want to see it too,” Jason replied, elbowing his brother in the ribs. “I think she likes punishing us even when we haven’t done anything wrong.”

Everything is wrong in her eyes,” Jacob mumbled, tearing apart the soft leaves.

How does papa not know?” Jason asked, his eyes glued to the cat.

He’s always busy with his statues.” Jacob said. He put his hands on his knees to get a better look at the cat.

They had never been allowed to have pets and seeing a real cat up close was very intriguing for them.

He’s just in time for Halloween!” Jason laughed, pushing away thoughts of punishment and abandonment.

Jacob stared at the sitting cat who had began to groom itself.

The sound of a door opening had both boys jumping into the bright flowery bushes.

If they were caught outside, their punishment would be great.

And painful.

Their mother had a penchant for angels and she expected nothing less from her only children.

Neither boy wished to be buried alive again.

Their mother’s ‘special’ punishment for bad boys who caused too much trouble.

They watched, breaths held tight in their thin chests, as a tall shadow appeared from the forbidden brick building that rose up into the starry night sky.

Their eyes widened when they understood that the figure was their father.

He held something small in his arms.

“What’s he carrying?” Jacob whispered. He positioned himself behind Jason’s shoulders.

“Shut up! He’ll hear you,” Jason said, his jean covered knees knocking together as a fresh wave of fear riddled his system with adrenaline.

In a patch of moonlight, the brothers were easily able to see what their father was carrying.

“It’s a kid,” Jason said, folding his shoulders in upon themselves.

“A little girl. Maybe our age. She’s small enough,” Jacob hissed into Jason’s right ear.

Where had the girl come from? The brothers thought together.

Their father, a tall man with wide shoulders, neatly trimmed brown hair, wearing his dark suit from his day spent at the Statuary in front of their house, walked calmly towards his sculpting building.

His place of solace, he often told them.

Another forbidden space they could not enter.

As their father disappeared into the dark, wooden building, the boys scrambled over to stand on either side of the single dirty window near the row of weeping willow trees that held back the spooky darkness of the woods right behind them.

“What’s he doing?” Jacob asked, pulling himself up to see through the smudged window.

Before he could see anything, his brother had peeked into the building.

Jacob heard his breath catch in his throat and his stomach dropped.

“What’s happening?” Jacob asked, more urgently.

Falling down to the grass, Jason hunched his shoulders, folding in upon himself. He hung his head low.

“Stop stalling,” Jacob huffed, slapping his brother on the top of his head.

When he got no reaction, he knelt down and shook him by his shoulders.

“What did you see?”

“The girl,” Jason mumbled.

“Yeah, so what about her?”

“Her legs are covered in blood.”

‘Don’t lie to me.”

“Go look yourself.”

Fine, I will,” Jacob left his brother to tremble by himself as he crept back to the window and peered in.

His eyes widened. Saliva built up in his mouth causing him to drool.

Unlike his brother, he stayed to watch the activity in their papa’s workshop.

After what felt like hours, Jacob left the window and approached his brother, whom he found still trembling on the grass.

Looks like he’s nearly finished. We better get inside. Mother will get mad if she finds us missing from our bedroom,” Jacob said, pulling on Jason’s arm.

Okay,” Jason said, barely lifting his head to see his brother.

When Jacob gave him a hand, he took and stumbled to his feet.

Huddled together, quiet as mice, they walked towards the back door leading into the main house.

Want to know what I saw?” Jacob asked.

Not really,” Jason whispered, his eyes searching the surrounding gloom.

Don’t be a spoiled sport. I know why the only statues our family makes are weeping angels.” Jacob said somewhat triumphantly, hands on his waist, feet spread apart.

What are you talking about?” Interest piqued, Jason stopped trembling.

Papa put the girl inside the angel statue.” Jacob said with glee.

Your lying,” Jason shook his head.

Nope. She didn’t cry though which was strange. She didn’t even move her body but I could see her eyes move. I thought she might have seen me but I don’t think she did.”

She’s inside the statue papa is creating for his latest commission? It’s supposed to go into a pubic garden in Rome.”

“Well, angels must weep because she’ll suffocate inside.”

“Do you think there are more kids in the forbidden building?”

“Huh, didn’t think of that. Not sure.”

“Do you think there is a kid inside every angel statue papa makes?”

“Where would he get the kids?”

“Not sure I want to know.” Jason toed the gravel around, eyes downcast, deep in thought.

Come on, before mother finds out we’ve been outside,” Jacob opened the screen door slowly.

It had a tendency to squeak.

I want to go to bed,” Jason muttered.

He left Jacob as he walked slowly up the back staircase.

The scent from the apple pie their mother had baked still hung in the air.

He felt like his feet were encased in cement.

Each step he took was painful as his mind scrambled to understand what their papa was doing. And why his brother was so calm about it.

Their bedroom was right off the back staircase.

Without turning the light on, Jason changed into his dark blue pajamas.

Jacob went into their shared bathroom. “Dam! I got some red on my socks.”

Tomorrow at dinner you can accidentally spill some of your cranberry juice on your shirt. Mother will make you change right away. Run upstairs and rub your socks in the shirt before you change.” Jason said from his bed by the window. He watched the stars twinkle in the sky and wondered why his feet still felt heavy even though he was on his back.

Their estate was far removed from the major part of the city and the stars were easier to see.

Great idea bro! Thanks,” Jacob said as he stuffed his socks under his pillow.

As he was changing for bed, Jason sighed.

Why so glum?” Jacob asked, finished changing.

He pulled back the thick brown blankets from his bed which was positioned in an L shape, with his bed being the bottom of the letter and his brother’s the bigger part.

You don’t seem bothered by what papa did.”

Jacob didn’t answer right away.

There must be a reason for what he does. Maybe he’s punishing the girls like mother punishes us.”

Silence filled the air as both brothers lost themselves in their own thoughts.

At least we live,” Jason whispered.

 

The next day, after lunch and with permission from their mother, the boys headed out into the thick woods that stood as silent sentries at the back of the main house.

“Race you!” Jacob said, laughing as he ran as fast as he could, deep into the thick trees.

“Ah man, you got a head start,” Jason said, and then launched himself in his brother’s direction.

The boys ran through the tall trees, over a well worn path.

Sunlight, warm and bright filtered down through the trees.

“I win!” Jacob crowed as he swung himself around a silver pole.

“Fine, you win,” Jason grumbled, leaning over to catch his breath.

“Let’s swing, I bet I can go higher than you,” Jacob said, the challenge clear in his young voice.

“No uh!” Jason glared at his brother before setting his attention on the swing set.

Each boy climbed on to one of two black, smooth seats of the swings.

Their little hands gripped the silver chains tight.

They began to pump their legs hard, soaring higher and higher into the afternoon sky.

Jacob laughed as the air rushed through his thick, dirty blond hair.

Jason tried to mimic his brother but he couldn’t get his mind off the things his papa was doing with the statues.

He warred within himself.

Was their mother more evil for her punishments or was their papa worse for killing stolen, little girls?

Hearing his brother’s happiness in his laughter, he pushed the disturbing thoughts away.

Embracing the sunlight and the cool air whipping past his cheeks, Jason closed his eyes and pumped his legs harder to fly higher.

Away from the phantom cries of the girls he could not see but knew must be stowed away in the bad building.

They had gone looking for a cat and found their papa doing things he couldn’t wrap his mind around.

Jason’s hands tightened harder on the chains and he threw his body forward and back.

Far away from the secrets that lurked inside the weeping angel statues his family had created, peppered throughout the world.

 

 

 

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NaNoWriMo Begins Today!

As a side note there is another writing event. It is called NaNoRenO. It is for writing Visual Novels. Awesome! NaNoRenO 2017 starts in 119 days.

National Novel Writing Month begins today! Here is what I’ve got going for this year’s contest. Book cover art by SelfPubBookCovers.com/Saphira.

Here is my entry.

Synopsis

In Abilene, Kansas, there is a famous Statuary that has operated for over a hundred years. Its creations of beautifully tragic, one of a kind, weeping angels are breathtaking.

It is owned by twin brothers, Jacob and Jason Jovinet.

These prized, hand carved ethereal masterpieces are sold to cemeteries, convents, public and private gardens as well as restaurants, and churches worldwide.

While the clock turns from morning to evening, angel statues are created out of marble and designer resin as well as cast bronze.

When night falls, the angels weep for the cries of young, tortured souls that soar through the air of the forest while empty swings twist and turn on their long silver chains.

Under the cover of night, in the large, red bricked building behind the Statuary as well as the weeping willow filled forest, depraved activities commence.

Excerpt

Preface

After completing a heavily detailed, commissioned piece for a VIP in France, twin brothers Jacob and Jason sat together in their living room. Each held a cold beer in their right hand.

Jacob turned their radio on and began to twist the dial, Jason removed Jacob’s hand when he heard a male voice delivering the evening news.

“I didn’t know there were any orphanages left in this country,” Jason said, scratching an itch on the side of his face. His brooding eyes stared at the old fashioned radio that once belonged to their father.

“Sounds like the opportunity we’ve been waiting for,” Jacob replied. He entwined his fingers and set them behind his head as he rested against the black, leather couch.

“Better us than the government,”

“I agree. I think I have a plan. The news guy said that the children will be moved to the foster system in thirty days. How about we take a trip to meet, who was it? Oh yes, a Mr. Longly, to see if he would like a donation, to ease the transition of the children?”

Jason rubbed his chin with his long, thin fingers. “It has been a very dry summer.”

His brown eyes, a mirror of his twin, glittered with excitement. “It’s only fifty miles away. We can take the sedan.”

Together, the brothers created a ruse. Two days later, they put their plan into action.

Jacob wore a solemn, black suit, and met with the man in charge, Mr. Longly. He spoke of making a financial donation. “I think it would help with the children’s transitions.” Mr. Longly, a tall fellow with neatly trimmed brow hair, pushed his glasses back up his nose with one finger. “That sounds like the miracle we’ve been hoping for.” As he tried to hide his building excitement, Jacob was outside, wearing black sweatpants with a matching sweatshirt. Under the cover of night, he snuck around the plain, two-story building with its empty windows where he created a brilliant fire.

Both brothers had heavily altered their outward appearances using face putty, false mustaches, and long side burns. Their clothing had been stuffed in various places to change their body shape.

Long after the fire was out, Mr. Longly gave the police a firm description of the man who had come to see him before the fire started.

A large search spanned six months before the authorities had no choice but to declare the case cold.

After the orphanage was closed and the surviving children entered the foster system, the search for the ten missing orphaned girls was easily replaced by the news of a royal wedding. It was that of Prince Edward and Cassidy Forton that stole the attention of the world.

The Jovinet brothers had achieved their first goal.

The ten girls who had been stolen, ranged from four to thirteen. Unbeknownst to all, they were housed in the basement of the impressive brick building on the Jovinet estate.

A building that happened to be located behind the very Statuary that had most recently provided a stunning angel to the newly married couple.

The perfect gift, a standing angel, arms crossed over her chest, face tilted toward the heavens as if pleading for redemption.

Chapter One begins tomorrow 🙂

 

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Cover Reveal, BDSM, Erotica book!

Because the movie made me cry and increased my anger at how the author portrayed BDSM, I have begun a short story showcasing a healthy relationship between a new submissive and her dominant.

It will include their Agreement for their scenes or I might call them sessions but the former is more common.

It will also include more than fifty pages of Check-Lists that are done before the Agreement (think Contract if you wish) can be seriously considered.

Aftercare, Subspace, Drop/Landing and more is explored.

My book is written in the form of diary entries and is currently titled, “Kink, A New Submissive’s Diary.”

Currently considering publishing under my pen name Lucky Kyxx instead of Colleen.

 

If there is anyone out there who has a beef with the movie and trilogy I am referencing, please let me know, I would be honored to hear from you.  I do not wish to offend the BDSM community. I want to offer a healthy view of what a relationship between a submissive and her dominant could be. The dominant is not a sadist and the submissive is not a masochist. Neither enjoys true pain, receiving or inflicting. I do not refer to them as a top or bottom, nor are they Master and Slave or Daddy and Baby Girl though that is an interesting angle I may one day write about.

Due to my myasthenia gravis, I have negative color (high contrast) enabled on my computer and in my writing programs. Chrome has an add on that enables websites to be viewed in this manner. Thus, the image of my book below doesn’t appear correctly to myself and I am hoping it will appear as it was designed when posted. I use selfpubbookcovers.com. (text added by me but this cover was designed by

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(Mature Post 18+) My short erotica story is live on smashwords Taboo Whoo Hoo!

I like that smashwords.com allows the option to make a book free. Here is a short story, Erotica themed.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/504552

Now if Amazon would give the free option, I could make my current book free instead of it being locked in for 3 months at 99 cents. 😦 http://www.amazon.com/Love-Awakens-Paranormal-Young-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B00QPRMJ60

I have been busy downloading a ton of free ebooks at Amazon and leaving reviews. I look for books without any reviews because helping an author is a mirror of my soul.

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 STORY OF LIFE & LOVE IN NEW YORK CITYI went through many searches and found the most popular tags for Erotica:

Words Found In Titles: Smut, Smutty,Taboo, Forbidden, Lesbian, Gay, First Time, Virgin, Mating, Pleasure(s), Play, Submission, Erotic, Erotica, Fairy Tale, Western, Twisted, Games, Abduction, Futanari(um)

Descriptions of the Erotica: Abused, Pleasured, Stuffed, Pumped, Raw, Ravaged, Drilled, Steamy, Cream(ed), Filled, Rough, Seeded, Milked, Fertile, Breeding,Lust, Carnal, Craving(s), Sexy, Talk, Dirty, Exhibitionist, Taking, Moan, Naked, Horny, Wet, Seduction, Riding, Punishment, Reluclant, Hard(er), Used, Penetration, Share(ed), Violated, Claim(ed), Shaved, Extreme, Broken, Mayhem, Retaken/Re Taken, Mashed/Mashing, Heavily Endowed, Cherry, Dungeon, Gang, Gangbang, Education, Steampunk, Surrender,

Types of Erotica partners: Hydra, Yeti, Cyborg, Robot, Warrior, Apocalyptic Harem, Step, Cop, Nurse, Doctor, Soldier, Dragon, Wolf, Werelion, Were-puffer, Werebear, Were-Panther, were-rex, Vampire, Master, Unicorn, Pixies, Demons, Beasts, Dinosaur, Were-Panther, Werealien, Mummy, Elf, Slenderman,King, Demigoddess,Flora, Aquaphiles, Golem, Medical, Raptor, Leprechan, Genie, Mermaid, Ghost, Man of the House, Cuckhold/Cuckholding/Cuckholded, Training, Milked, Hucow, Hardcore, Menage, Interracial, Nursing, Brat, Without Protection, Shifter, MILF, Alien, Monster, Minotaur, Bareback, Cougar, Tentacle, Pregnancy, Alpha, Billionaire, Flirts, Older Woman Younger Man, Older Man Younger Woman,Naughty, Chick(s), Girl, Daughter, Step-Daughter, Step-Son, Step-Father, Step-Mother, Adopted Brother, Adopted Sister, Older Man Younger Man, Younger Man Older Man, Older Female Younger Female, Younger Female Older Female, Fantasy, Genderswap(ped), Panties, Nanny, Babysitter, Stud, Cowboy, Merman, Goat Boy, Chupacabra, Scarecrow, Snowman, Djinn, Anubis, Cave Creature(s), Boogeyman, Troll(s), Bride, Zombie, Goblin

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Excerpt & A look at the Outerborders from Vrozia in Love Awakens

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Vrozia’s OUTERBORDERS!

My ebook is free at amazon until 12/13/14 and then when I can figure out how to keep it free it will be free!

http://www.amazon.com/Love-Awakens-Paranormal-Young-Fantasy-ebook/dp/B00QPRMJ60

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Vrozia a world of perpetual night, under twin moons is home to the outerborders, middleborders and innerborders.  I want to define the outerborders today.

This so called class of citizens have been pushed as far away from the royal castle as possible. They live in caves and trees beyond the Dymare Forest. They are the outcast villains, or so the royal family would have you think this. In reality, they are a sensitive and tight knitted community of shapeshifters led by Lysimachus, a chimera and the Alpha. There are many sub-alphas that represent each type of animal or creature that they can shift forms from two legs to four.  They do not kill nor do they thirst for the blood of those living beyond the portals the royals opened to other worlds like Earth.

They receive all the proper nutrition they need from Ostramethusias, the last original Other in Vrozia. He is a fabulous chemist mixing animal and human blood with special herbs to maintain the exact nutrients the outerborders need. He comes monthly to visit and he brings Cilla, his mate, to meet Lysimachus and is accepted. When she drinks his blood, she is able to shift into a different form! With Cilla and ‘Sias’ together,Vrozians can live freely and not fear the wrath of the royal family for Ostramethusias has magic far beyond anything anyone has ever seen and he let the queen borrow some of it until he cut her off. Her book of spells have a very minor touch to the world but as Cilla and Sias evolved into what they were meant to be, Maldoriens, they will change Vrozia forevermore.

quote from Love Awakens, italic words are thoughts instead of spoken words.

You do not understand yet but once our bodies adjust to these changes, we will be so different from what we were. But have no fear my dear firefly.”

Sias grinned at her and led her closer to where she thought she had heard movement, closer to those big open caves filled with darkness.

Lysimachus!” Sias called out in a deeper voice then Cilla was used to hearing. She looked at him and was surprised to see his long silver hair was now streaked with black. She shook her head so that her long hair flowed into view and her shock doubled. Her normally light blonde hair was streaked with silver and black. She briefly wondered what that would look like from someone else’s point of view. But when she saw a large shape moving towards them, her mouth went dry before Sias was in her head calming her down.

Do not show fear, as they can smell it, taste it, feel it.”

Cilla forced her body to relax and drew upon Sias’s strength as the large shape stopped about three feet away from them.

Ostramethusias, time has passed,” Lysimachus verbalized in its own way of speaking.

To Cilla’s untrained ears, what she heard was more of a growl than words yet she did understand what it said.

Yes it has most ruthless leader. We are entering a new time with many changes,” Sias smiled showing his elongated teeth and Cilla’s eyes widened at the sight. She put all her energy into keeping her heart beat steady, not to scream and to keep holding Sias’s hand.

Lysimachus, meet my mate, Cilla,” Sias told the big creature as he held Cilla’s hand out towards the big male. His eyes glowed a dark green and suddenly Cilla could see what he truly looked like though she wasn’t quite sure she had ever seen something like him before.

Lysimachus studied the hand of the Other’s mate for a very long time. He stood and stared, he smelled the air and sensed the weight of judgment from those hidden in their caves. He also felt the air caress him from those who lived in the trees and were right now gently shaking them. He mentally went around to every sub-alpha until he had reached them all. Then without warning, he shifted his body until he became something else.

Cilla scrutinized him, trying to imagine all the animals and creatures that this one being represented, but she couldn’t pinpoint every single one. She was impressed and realized she held no fear even though this being had razor sharp teeth, several rows in fact. He sat like a lion would sit or maybe a dragon and watched her. Lysimachus lifted one massive, spotted paw with needle-pointed nails and whisked it over his own throat. A thin line of blood began to well up and Cilla’s mouth went dry. She felt her own teeth lengthen and knew she had to keep eye contact with Lysimachus even though she badly wanted to look at Sias for affirmation about her teeth. Her nails grew outrageously sharp and she tried very hard not to puncture Sias’s skin where he held her other hand.

When she smelled the chimera’s blood, she lost control. Without consciously thinking, she found herself standing in front of the chimera watching it bleed, mesmerized by the rich red liquid. In the next second, she sank her teeth into its neck for a few seconds before rubbing her tongue over the bleeding slash. Cilla felt the skin mend as her tongue passed over it. As quickly as it had happened it was over and she was back to where she had been standing. Looking at the chimera, she saw that his eyes were closed. She knew instinctively that he was feeling no anger or fear. In fact, he looked euphoric, if such an expression could be discerned at a moment like this. Or in a creature such as this one. Cilla liked the word chimera, for he really lived up to that word’s description.

In a flash, Sias was standing over the chimera and she watched, equally horrified and fascinated to see him sink his sharp teeth into its neck for about the same amount of time that she had done. But Sias seemed to heal the broken skin with his mind. She stood as if her legs were made of wood with roots sinking deep into the earth. Her thoughts raced through the last few minutes, taking the moments apart, piecing them together and processing everything. Cilla could feel the other creatures gathering around the area where they were standing, watching them. She was surprised at first that she didn’t feel any danger while being watched by so many eyes. But when she realized that she felt just as comfortable here in the middle of the outerborder’s territory as she did in Sias’s personal rooms, she knew the royal family was just an illusion of power. These feelings didn’t jibe with the knowledge she had been fed by the queen that these ‘feral’ beings would tear her whole world apart and bathe in the blood of all. The queen had lied to her and who knew if anything she had every said held a grain of truth.