November 2018 Wordless Wednesday

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Welcome to Wordless Wednesday! If you know anything about me you know I can’t post anything without chatting. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to sit and look at pics without knowing where the hell we are. Though, if you’re a history geek like I am, you could probably guess. If you’re not, the pics below are all from Colonial Williamsburg just a few short weeks ago. We had so much fun!! If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it.

 

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Bronwyn Green      Jessica Jarman       Siobhan Muir

When Night Falls

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Welcome to the photo flash fiction for November. The pic above is a amazing and so many thoughts flew through my head when I saw it. I hope you like what I came up with. Enjoy!

 

Fog writhed across the ground as Caitlyn slowly turned onto a one lane road and pulled up to a set of iron gates. She checked the address Grigori had given her against the plate attached to the gate and found an exact match. Rolling down her window, she punched the code into the pad tucked discretely behind a large bush and the gates slowly swung open.

She drove through and watched in the rearview mirror as the gates shut behind her. Clutching the steering wheel, a bit tighter, she followed the drive around until she pulled to a stop in front of a huge stone house. The fog was so heavy she could barely make out the steps that lead up to a massive front door, never mind trying to see anything else.

Caitlyn shut off the car and grabbed her purse to step out of the car. Quiet. It was so quiet. Nothing moved. There was no wind, no birds. Nothing. Just the slowly undulating fog that crept across the ground. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was the last person alive in the world.

Rolling her eyes at the thought, she clutched her purse a bit tighter and marched up the front steps. She rapped smartly on the door, but paused as it silently swung open. A slight frisson of fear danced up her spine as goosebumps made an appearance on her arms.

I’m not scared, she told herself. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing here can hurt me.

Keeping that thought in mind, she stepped into the large open hall and closed the door behind her. A flicker of light to the left caught her eye and she moved toward it to find a living room dominated by a large fireplace. A fire roared and crackled illuminating a small table draped in a crisp white tablecloth set for two. Caitlyn stepped in and dropped her purse on the couch on the way to the table.

Across one of the plates lay a perfect red rose under a card with her name scrawled in a heavy, masculine hand. The man did not miss a trick. Picking up the rose, she ran her fingers over the velvety petals as the soft sweet fragrance of the flower enveloped her.

“I see you found the place with no problem.”

She spun to find the man himself leaning against the door jam watching her. Damn he was handsome with a thick head of black hair, sharp cheekbones and lips she could kiss for days. Of course, the Russian accent only added to the appeal. She sometimes wondered how the hell she’d gotten so lucky.

“This is quite the house,” she said. “The drive was long and if it weren’t for the GPS I don’t know if I would have found it.”

“I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be disturbed.”

He stepped up to cup her face in his large hands. They stared at one another as he slowly lowered his head and took her lips. The kiss was like coming home. She’d missed him, but it couldn’t be helped since his job, his life, often kept him away.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, as if he’d read her thoughts.

“I was just thinking that. I hate when I don’t see you.”

“Good, since I don’t like being parted from you. What would you say if I asked you to be with me? Forever?”

“Be with you? Like married?”

He nodded and smiled. Fangs. Long fangs slid from his upper teeth. “What do you say? Will you be mine?”

Caitlyn smiled and jumped into Grigori’s arms. “Yes, yes, I’ll be yours.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

Jessica   Bronwyn   Siobhan

If you could win a lifetime supply of anything what would you choose? Why?

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Can you guess what I’d choose?? Let me try again

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Or even better

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If you guessed money, you’d be so right!!! And why?? Well duh. Money. If I had a lifetime supply of money I could do all the things. Pay off all my bills, travel, help my besties out. Oh and not have to work an outside job. I could actually focus totally on writing. That would be so amazing.

So, what would you like to win a lifetime supply of? Tell me down in the comments. Oh and go check out what the other fabulous bloggers have to say on the topic.

Jessica    Bronwyn     Paige

 

October 2018 Dragon Flight

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The song this month was another one I hadn’t heard before.  It’s called “Towers Fall into the Sea” by Clocks and Clouds.  I really like it and, as soon as I heard it, all I could think of was dragon flight. Here is Raisa (you met her in the song flash from March 2018) and her dragon. Hope you enjoy.

Raisa staggered back as Cynfael stood and stretched. He was enormous. He was also beautiful. Black scales shimmered with a million colors danced in the light as he spread his wings. Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at him. No creature should be this beautiful. Ever. No creature should also never inspire equal parts awe and total absolute fear.

“Come, we will fly.”

Raisa glanced around, wondering who he was speaking to. When she didn’t see anyone, she looked up to find him watching her. If she didn’t know any better she would think he was laughing at her as he raised one brow.

“I can’t fly,” she finally managed.

He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. Or as eye to eye as anyone could be with an enormous freaking dragon.

“I will fly. You will ride. I need to think on your request and flying helps me clear my mind.”

Equal parts fear and excitement welled up as goose bumps spread over her body. This magnificent being wanted to take her flying? What if it was a trick and he was going to drop her? And, really, if he wanted to kill her he would have already done so. He didn’t need to drop her from the air, hell he could have just eaten her.

She nodded, not quite trusting her voice. She twisted her hands nervously as he lay next to her and motioned for her to climb up. Or, at least, that’s what she thought he wanted.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, realizing it sounded stupid as soon as she said it.

“Grab ahold of the plate next to my arm and pull yourself up,” he directed. “Sit right behind my neck and lean against the first spine.”

She carefully followed his directions until she was sitting where he told her. Two horns grew out of the side of his head and curved back so that if she reached out she could just touch one. She gripped the plate in front of her as he slowly rose to his feet. Raisa closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing and not how far away the ground was.

“Are you well?”

She shuddered at the vibration of his voice going through his body since it hit her where she straddled his neck. Shit, this could not be happening. She couldn’t be turned on. Could she?

“Answer me,” he said.

Yep, she was turned on.

“I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky and she cleared her throat to try again. “I’m fine. Just getting used to the height.”

He made a noncommittal sound as he moved toward one of the huge walls of the cavern. The wall didn’t look any different than any of the others, but she held on since this was his home. He began to move quickly and spread his wings as they neared the impenetrable stone. Gasping, she closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were airborne.

The wind raced by and she leaned low to gain as much cover as she could from the scale she sat behind. Raisa kept her eyes trained on Cynfael’s head not wanting to take the chance of looking down. She’d never been bothered by heights before, but then again, she’d never been this high before.

He moved his wings easily and she found herself beginning to relax. This was amazing. The night sky was lit with stars and she took the opportunity to look up. The city didn’t afford her this view, due to all the ambient light, so she studied the billions and billions of stars spread out before her.

Crossing her arms over the top of Cynfael’s scale, she rested her chin on her folded hands and just enjoyed the ride. She knew she was one of the few humans that had ever been allowed on a dragon’s back. She was one of the few humans to actually have any kind of interaction at all with a dragon. Usually, when a human and dragon met, it didn’t end well for the human. Shit, it could still end badly, but she refused to think about that now. Not when she was flying.

She didn’t know how long they flew, but the sun was just touching the horizon when Cynfael headed right for the sheer face of a mountain. In the blink of an eye, they were through the rock and he had landed right back where they started.

Raisa slid off his back and walked stiffly to stand in front of him. Looking up at him, she smiled.

“That was amazing. Thank you so much.”

He inclined his head.

“I have decided to help you.”

“Wow. Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome. Now disrobe.”

 

Bronwyn    Siobhan

October 2018 Promptly Penned

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Welcome to the October edition of Promptly Penned! I’ve been waiting for this PP since the prompt is so awesome. As always, it’s in bold print in the flash. Enjoy!!

Shay slowly pulled her knees up under herself as she placed her hands on the ground and pushed. Okay, yeah, this standing up business was for the fucking birds. Wasn’t happening, not right now anyway. Didn’t matter since she was able to survey the area just fine from the ground, or, at least, that’s what she told herself. From what she could see, the . . . monster, thing, whatever was gone. Sure, technically, it had been blown to bits, but still no longer able to cause havoc. So, yay, win-win for their team. About damn time.

She rested her forehead on the ground and concentrated on breathing. Yep, breathing was really good. Breathing and not throwing up was even better.

“Shay. Shay?”

The deep baritone voice spoke softly from her side and she couldn’t stop a shiver. Damn the man . . . Fae, whatever. Even feeling like warmed over dog shit his voice made her want to drop her panties. She had to stop thinking about that. Some how she had called him, she still wasn’t sure how that happened. Shay refused to question it. He and his companion were here to help them and she certainly couldn’t indulge in any fantasies that involved him naked. Him naked as he murmured to her in that voice. Him naked, murmuring to her as he licked her—

“Shay, please say something.”

“Shay! For fuck’s sake woman, sit up.”

Ahhh, Josie. If anyone could ruin a fantasy it was her. Shay couldn’t tell her that she was a fantasy cock blocker. Could she? Maybe?

“Come, let me help you.”

Shay looked up in Kearney’s face as he helped her sit up. Wow, the man was fucking beautiful. All that onyx skin and cobalt hair just did something to her.

He smiled at her. “I think you’re lovely too.”

Josie stuck her face close to Shay’s and smiled. “Oh, yeah you’re so pretty, girl. All that blood looks so good on you. It really brings out your eyes.

“Fuck you,” Shay muttered, mortified that she’d blathered on about how beautiful Kearney was. And, in front of everyone. Great.

Siraj, Kearney’s partner, pulled Josie back. “Let her have some room.”

“What happened?” Shay asked, finally able to get a good look at their surroundings.

“You pulled a vast amount of power,” Kearney said, scowling. “You annihilated the drogath

“That’s a good thing,” Shay declared, trying to stand.

He put his arm around her and she forced herself not to lean into him. No leaning. Nope. He was a fellow warrior. Nothing more.

“Yes, but not if you kill yourself in the process.”

He practically growled the sentence so it took a moment to understand what he was saying.

“I have this power and I need to use it,” she argued.

“Yes,” he agreed, “but you need to understand it. You need to learn to use it. You’re flinging all of your energy at the enemy without any thought to your own safety.”

“What am I supposed to do? Sit back and let people die?”

“No, you need to learn to pull the energy from your surroundings. That is what you should be doing? Have you not had any training?”

Shay shook her head slowly as Josie asked, “So, she was supposed to go to school or something?”

Siraj said something in a guttural language as he kicked at the dirt. Shay had a feeling that things had just gone from shit to totally fucking shit.

Now go and check out what my fellow bloggers did with the prompt.

Jessica   Bronwyn   Siobhan

Best & Worst: Sex Scenes

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Sex Scenes. The bane of my existence. I think actually sitting down to write one was what stopped me from finishing a book to begin with. I knew what I wanted to have happen, but finding the words to describe it  . . . yeah, that was the issue.

You have to understand, I started reading romance during the seventies where the prose were incredibly purple, the heroine was always stupid and a virgin and the “hero” was older (very much older) and the “love” scene very much resembled a rape. Ahhhhh, the good old days. NOT!!

So, to say that I have tons of examples of the worst of sex scenes is to put it mildly. Bless my mama, she had no clue to the content of what I was reading. I think I read my first “romance” novel at 11. In fact, I had just turned 11. The first book I read was called Savage Eden and then I followed it up with The Passionate Savage. Now I look back, they were not good, but from these books I decided that I could do better. So, something came from it. Now saying all that:

Worst Sex Scenes

There are a few things that make sex scenes bad, for me. First, if there’s no real context. For instance, they meet and ten pages later they’re going at it and declaring their love. Ummm, no, sex DOES NOT equal love. Next, if the sex scenes uses phrases such as “dell of love” or “sword of love” . . . NOPE! Also, if the couple is tossed up to pinnacles or sucked into vortexes  another NOPE! Another nope is no real connection between the couple. Like they’re having sex and it could be with anyone. Finally, the worst is when an author uses BDSM, but knows nothing about it or the lifestyle. For Goddess sake, do some damn research.

Best Sex Scenes

I love sex scenes that are fun and funny. For instance, Shelly Laurenston is awesome at making the scenes intense as well as hilarious. The best scenes add to the story. Sex Scenes, done well, make a reader understand why the couple is together or, why they should be together. They also allow the hero/heroine, and the reader,  to see vulnerability, usually in the male, when no one else does. The best scenes are also hot, hot, hot!

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I think Nalini Singh does it really well. I especially love her scenes between Dimitri and Honor in Archangel’s Blade. Woweee!! And then there’s one of my new favorite books Rewritten by the amazing Bronwyn Green. Wowzer!! Angus is so fucking hot. The sex scenes between him and Eliza are amazing. Beyond that though, you can feel how connected these two people are.

And, there you have it. My takes on what makes the best and the worst sex scenes. Now go and check out what Jessica and Bronwyn have to say on the subject.

 

 

Photo Flash Fiction – October 2018

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Welcome to October!! Our flash fiction picture is pretty weird, and who handles weird? Well Shay and Josie do. Not well, but they’re all we have. Enjoy!

Shay ran through the pouring rain chasing . . . shit she wasn’t sure what she was chasing. She’s seen its handiwork or, at least, what it left behind. Body parts and blood, lots and lots of blood. Enough blood that Shay was fairly certain they were missing bodies. Josie had almost thrown up when Shay had told her that. Then had gritted her teeth, and got to work trying to track the thing. At least, Shay hoped it was only one. Yeah, best not to tell Josie there might be more. A whole bunch more.

A beeping went off in her ear and she touched the device. “Yeah, what do you have for me?”

“Depending on how you look at it,” Josie said, “you’re on the right track. In fact, you should be coming up to the . . . whatever, soon. Oh, and the agency sent in a clean up team. Not that there was much to clean up.”

“Thanks,” Shay said and signed off. Okay, so she was on the things trail. Great. Yeah, but what to do once she caught it? She didn’t have a plan for that yet. Her one big plan, the summoning spell had been a spectacular failure of epic proportions. She’d lit up the sky and exhausted herself for a big old zero. Unless what or who she was summoning didn’t exist anymore. That was a possibility. The spell was old. Really old.

Shay slid to a halt as she peered through the driving rain at the figure standing at the mouth of a well-lit alley. Without thought, Shay took a step back. She wasn’t sure why, but knew the person, thing, whatever was wrong. Like down in the pit, crawl up from the ooze wrong. It didn’t do anything. In fact, if she didn’t know better she’d assume it was a human being, but she knew it wasn’t. From its spindly legs to the weirdly proportioned body it wasn’t even close to human.

Slowly, it rotated its head until it was staring straight at Shay. The it smiled. And kept smiling until the face almost split in two displaying rows of razor fangs.

Shay spread her arms wide and willed magic into her hands. Blue flame licked from her finger tips and she hoped like hell she had enough juice to cause it some kind of harm. If not, she knew she was dead.

Spinning its body, the thing charged at her. Shay shoved blue flame toward the thing and it staggered, but didn’t stop. Fuck. She pushed more power at it and the thing stumbled back, growling and snapping like an angry dog. Shay’s body began to shake and her power reserves began to wane.

“Die, motherfucker,” Shay screamed at it as her power abruptly died. Now she was the one who stumbled back, exhausted down to her bones.

The thing rolled slowly to its knees and began to rise as Shay prepared to run. Not the best plan, but the only one she had the brain power to come up with.

As it forced itself to its feet, an arrow struck it in the face. Then another and another. They were flying in faster than Shay could keep track of, but by the time the monster had gone down it was covered in bolts.

A black form separated itself from the darkness and approached her. “Are you well, lady?”

The voice was deep, so deep, and vibrated through her body. He wasn’t speaking any language she knew, but Shay could understand him. Yep, didn’t have enough energy to figure that out.

“I’m . . . not, I’m not,” Shay said, shaking her head to clear her brain. “I’m flaming out.”

He placed an arm around her and she realized just how big he was. Damn he was big. Then she was flying. Flying? Really?

“I’m carrying you,” the deep voice rumbled against her ear. “We need to get you someplace safe.”

Shay wanted to tell him to call her team. Call Josie, but before she could do anything she was out.

Now go check out what my friend Bronwyn did with the pic.