Mature Content: Erotica Exerpt

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Tara stopped scrubbing and smoothed over the floor with a soft rag, bringing the floor to shine. She moved around on her hands and knees before coming to a pair of feet. She followed the feet up the attached pair of legs and up to Jacobs’ face. “Hello.” She said, smiling. She moved to stand, putting her cleaning items away. “Is there something I can get for you?” She asked him.

“Come with me…” he said, taking her hand in his.  He led her to his room and closed the door behind them.

She followed without protest, wondering what he was up to. But then, she was glad for this opportunity. They hadn’t really spent any time alone in a few evenings.

Jacob cupped her face between his hands and pressed his lips to hers.  It was a deep, heated kiss; his tongue trailing her lips and her own slick muscle.

Tara was taken by surprise but soon melted into the kiss. She returned it with her own passion, her arms moving to encircle his shoulders and neck. She let out a pleased hum through the kiss, letting him know it was certainly to her liking.

He pressed her against the door, his hands busy with hiking her dress up past her hips.  Jacob was hot and virile; he could feel his blood boil.  He hooked his fingers around her panties and pulled them down, lifting her body to help her remove them completely.

Tara was lost in the passion. It had seemingly come out of nowhere. Her mind raced, not knowing whether to stop him or not. She didn’t want to, but she was nervous. But the excitement overrode the nervousness. She clung to him, waiting for him to take his next actions, preparing herself for whatever he may do.

The man placed her upon the bed and trailed his kisses along her neck and throat, sucking and nipping at her flesh.  He unzipped his trousers and reached between her thighs, to finger her tight cunt, coaxing her sweet honey to seep from the hive.

Tara became bold herself, unbuttoned his shirt, sliding her hands inside to trail over his flesh, loving the feel of him. His attention to her neck and throat made her feel hot all over, and beneath her dress and slip, she could feel her nipples harden, brushing against the fabric. He was moving so fast. But it felt so good. She could feel the wetness coming away on his fingers from between her thighs.

His lips soon found hers once again.  He felt his erection brush against her smooth inner thigh.  He was hard–incredibly so–and she was ready.  Jacob shifted above her as his hand guided his cock between her welcoming nether lips.  He broke the kiss to brush her delicate chin and jawline with his lips, as his free hand ran across her clothed breast.

“Tara,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair.  Jacob clenched his jaw as he entered her.  She was tight, almost too tight.  He gave a few hard thrusts until he was in entirely.  It was a snug fit, but not unpleasant.  He kissed her neck, feeling himself throb within her.

Tara hissed in pain. She still clung to him, not wanting him to stop. When he was all the way in, he stretched and pulled at her insides, but her body conformed to him, making room for his size, wrapping around him snuggly as the pain gave way bit by bit to the lovely pleasure to be had. Tara rolled her head to the side, letting out a breath she was holding, a small sound of pleasure then leaving her. She gave a roll of her hips and found it pleasing.

Jacob instinctively brought his hips to meet hers.  He was unable to hold back.  He reached up to run his fingers through her hair, his lips sealing hers with a kiss as he proceeded to drive himself into her soft, warm depths.  His thrusts were hard, sharp, but steady and consistent.  He was a hungry animal, wanting more of what the young woman had to offer.

Tara returned his kiss, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her into his mouth with every thrust he made. She met her hips to his, meeting him in movement, grinding her little bud against him, her body excited and pleased with the sensation of his thick cock moving in and out of her and the pressure and grinding against her clit. Her hands moved across the flesh of his back, down to his waist, feeling the power of his thrusts. He was filling her with pleasurable sensations, and her body was acting accordingly.

He grunted a bit and angled his hips to hit that little spot inside.  That’s when he broke the kiss… His gaze was locked on her and the expression of pure bliss she had.  Jacob rolled their bodies over, where she was on top and his hands squeezing her hips and thighs.

When he rolled them over, Tara began to rise and fall on him, using her knees to lift her up and bring her crashing back down on him. She continued to grind herself against him, panting and make soft noises. She rested her hands on his chest, using him for balance and to help in her own thrusting. She leaned over him, kissing him, her lips trailing from his down to his jaw and neck, nibbling at his ear as her gentle breath played across his skin. She sat back up again, hands firmly planted against his chest, her lower lip bitten between her teeth as she pumped herself away on him, feeling that pleasurable tingle course through her.

Jacob gripped her ass, helping her move upon his dick.  He eventually moved and placed her below him once again, a thin sheen of sweat forming.

With every thrust he continued to make, it grew more intense, until finally, her body stiffened, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, seizing up all around him before releasing into massaging waves of pleasure and bliss. Tara cried out softly, panting in her ecstasy. She continued to move under Jacob, her body wanting to ride out the pleasure and to coax him to his own release.

He held himself above her, to watch her orgasm race through her petite form.  She was stunning.  Jacob drove himself into her quivering depths, making his own noises of pleasure; until he finally came, his throbbing cock spilling his thick seed into her willing body.  He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him yet again as he panted softly against the bed sheets.

Tara rested against him, her head on his shoulder, panting softly. She felt hot and sweaty, but oh so fulfilled. When she got her breathing under control, she moved her lips to his neck, kissing him softly, rolling her tongue across his lightly sweaty flesh, tasting the salt of him. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, and heaved a pleased sigh against him.

Jacob rested his hands on top of her legs.  He, too, was fulfilled.  After a while, he reached up to stroke her head, running his fingers through her blonde locks.

Tara smiled. She loved it when he did that. She moved to kiss him, softly and sweetly. She looked over at his bedside clock. “I should be getting back into the kitchen…I still have a dinner to cook for everyone…it’ll be a little late…” She murmured. “You should take a shower, refresh yourself…”

“Mm… I should,” he said, smiling against her skin.  He kissed her again before rolling out from under her.  He stretched his arms above his head and looked to Tara.  “I’ll see you in a bit…”  He leaned over to kiss her brow before standing to venture into the washroom.

November 2016 Day 30

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Final day of NaNoWriMo! WOOHOO…I made it! I beat the 50k word goal AND I haven’t finished my novel. I made too many changes, and they proved to be for the better, making for a heartier read when the book is done, edited and ready for print.

And todays final BlogHer prompt would tie in to that in a way.

However, let me say, that in all my years of adulting, and trying to avoid it, have I never been asked to choose a word for myself for the oncoming year. Resolutions….blah. I kind of like this word for myself for the year. It can encompass so many things in life.

So, for today’s Blogher prompt:
Nov. 30: Have you chosen a word of the year for yourself for 2017? What is it? If not, what words would you consider?

The first word that comes to mind for me is ‘determined’. Alternatively, determination. For 2017 I am determined to reach all those little goals I’ve set for myself, but simply put off in 2016.

Goals and projects.

I have quite a few projects that I have been shoving off to the back burner, such as releasing some of my adult literature/smutty romances. I have quite a few all ready for circulation. I just need cover art.

Getting my house in order. I mean, to the naked eye its fine, but my old office, which is the third bedroom, has been turned into a storage room. I recently purchased one of those big barn looking portable storage things. I am taking all that stored and boxed up stuff and moving it into the storage barn when it is delivered. Oh, I can’t wait until it’s delivered. Then I can once again have a guest bedroom, as my daughter took over the original guest room for herself.

New furniture. I want (don’t need) a new living room set. It’s not needed, as stated, I just want to rejuvenate the home.

Now, something I am need of to help alleviate further back problems is a new mattress and box spring. I already have what I want picked out. No more springs for me. A nice firm memory foam and gel type bed. Very pricey, but I think, after all the rave reviews my sister has given me about her own bed, that it will be worth it.

I am determined to meet my goals. Those goals demand discipline in several areas, such as time management and sticking to a good budget for savings and purchases.

After my back surgery, I am also determined to get back into the gym. Keep my back strong, tone up my legs, and strengthen my core.

To sum my word up for 2017…it would definitely be ‘determined’.

And there we have the end of NaBloPoMo 2016.

Hope you have all enjoyed it!

November 2016 Day 20

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Well, here’s todays little snippet from Book Two: The Path of Redemption.

Fight scene! Hells yeah! Remember, all unedited thus far…

A rumbled chuckle echoed through the cave. “All those fancy warriors and they send you in here? Or is it that you missed me and wanted more?” He slowly stood, turning to face her, the fire illuminating his features. Trapped in human form he was devilishly handsome. Tall, muscular, tousled black hair and a crooked smile. But his scent gave him away. There was no hiding that. And his eyes. The changing red and amber. His aura flickered around him. Very much uncommon for a demon.

Addison’s grip on her sword tightened.

He opened his arms, seeming un-threatening. “Aw, come now… is this any way to greet a friend? What would the Baron think of your manners, eh, lil bird?”

She winced at the moniker.

He put his arms down, shedding the jacket he had on, pulling a large dagger from his belt. “Well, if you aren’t going to grace me with that Southern hospitality and charm, then let’s get down to business.” He then snarled out.

Her silence obviously unnerved him. “I’ll have you squirming and moaning under me before dawn, lil bird. You might have a bunch of Templar wards protecting you, but I don’t need to shift to tear your sweet little ass apart.” He hissed.

Addison had heard quite enough. Her pale blue eyes lightened as she brought her sword up to herself, almost as if she was offering it to him. She gripped the hilt in her left hand and pulled the saya free, letting it fall to the stone and ice floor at her feet.

The demon grinned, crouching slightly, his blade at the ready.

Addison lowered her sword to her side. Gripping it with both hands as the blade pointed downward, coming past her thighs. She was making ready for an upward swing as she took off in a full charge. The demon chuckled, taking off from his position to meet her in this dance.

She swung upwards, her blade catching him across the chest in a vertical slice, penetrating deep into flesh and muscle. Addison didn’t go unscathed either, however, as his dagger sliced through her side. She didn’t relent. She didn’t have that luxury. She spun gracefully. Her sword coming across his shoulder, cleaving through bone as his dagger embedded in her thigh. She grit her teeth, and he growled loudly, his deep voice vibrating through the ice beneath her.

She hopped back, distancing herself a bit, pulling his dagger from her leg and tossing it aside. Now he was weaponless. That didn’t mean he was defenseless. He was strong, even trapped in human form.

He was still talking. Growling. Mocking. But he was bleeding, and that was good. Addison’s eyes watched as his dark blood stained the ground beneath him. But it wasn’t enough. She still wanted more.

She blocked out everything he was saying. Tuning him out, only hearing the rumble of his deep voice and the heart beating in his chest.

She charged again, bringing her sword upward as she had before. This time slashing opposite, leaving an ‘X’ cleaved into his flesh. The ice was slippery under them; they were too close to his fire. She didn’t expect him to grab her up by the neck so quick, tossing her like a rag doll into the cave wall before tossing his weight onto her.  From his boot, he pulled a small folded knife. He flicked it open with his thumb before sliding it deep down her face, from forehead to chin, blinding her right eye.

The pain was excruciating, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice it. He loomed over her, bringing his tongue over the wound. His saliva felt like acid as he chuckled, tasting her blood across his tongue.

November 2016 Day 19

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Since there is no BlogHer prompts on the weekend, I thought I’d fill you in on my PAIN. No, really. Yes, lots of pain, but persevering.

I’m listening to a meditation mix on my media player – subtle wind chimes with ocean waves and rain with light thunder. So relaxing.

The cats are on a rampage today, using anything as a springboard, including my chair and me.

I haven’t work on NaNo yet today, but you have been tracking my word count meter, you’ll see the past couple of days have been low in the word count. I can’t concentrate when in pain. I am going to work later to work on one a chapter.

For today, however, you will get a snippet of one on the first chapters in Book Two ‘The Path of Redemption’.

And here we go…hope you enjoy…

“I look for versatility in warriors, for compassion in friends, for the spirit in lovers. You managed to fuse this, so I think you warranted more.” One thing he did not like about the Jeep was the damn separation in the seats. Moving an armrest to have her beside him would have been much more fulfilling. “Grandpa and Dad taught me most, my mom taught me cooking, some Tantric prayers, and about her Shinto arts.”

“I like things spiked a lot if I’m going to drink; I usually want the buzz to dull things when I do. So absinthe, Everclear, or those potent types – like moonshine – for me work best.”

She smiled again. “Mmm… Absinthe… I forgot about that one… haven’t had it in ages.” She said in a soft tone, letting memory serve her the taste.

She toyed with her sword between her knees, sliding her hands over the smooth saya. “Cooking…haven’t a clue on how to do it. I don’t even remember the taste of food. I have memories of things I enjoyed, though, like shrimps, jambalaya, and steak. I just don’t remember the tastes anymore. Just memories, like faded feelings.”

Her eyes looked down at her hands. “My mother didn’t like me much. I mean, she loved me and all but left me with the nanny to raise. She resented me, I think because I was a difficult labor and delivery. I ruined her insides. She couldn’t have any more children after me. My Papa on the other hand, tended to spoil me. However, no one treated me as well as Neeta. That was my nanny. When I killed everyone on the plantation, I spared her. She died a nice old age, natural death.” She said, a little sorrow touching her voice.

“I’m tired of this life.” She then said, out of nowhere. “I don’t want to die or anything; no no no… I’m tired of the loneliness. I never lamented my darkness, but there are things I would prefer to have in its stead.” She said, letting out a small sigh.

She then lifted her face, turning her pale blue eyes to the Templar. She looked him over. He was sexy sitting there driving. An extremely handsome man indeed. She offered a small smile.

“Are we there yet?”

“You’ll get used to food again pretty quick. It gets boring again fast.” The story of her mother was sad. It also did give insight into why it was so easy for her to slip into the darkness if she felt unloved. He resolved that she would never feel that way ever again. “I’m sorry, hon. I wish I could take that away from your mind’s pain, but what I can do is let you know you are loved now and will always be.”

November 2016 Day 8

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My word count for NaNoWriMo was much better than I managed yesterday. Its only a little after 10am and I’ve managed to squeeze 2567 words out of my head and into a nice chapters. Completely scrapped the old chapter that I had been working on. I was supposed to be ‘revising’ but this is turning into a complete re-write. I’m happy with the way I’ve changed things, however. I felt Book Two wasn’t being true to Addisons character. So, I’ve re-written it, bringing more of what was seen in The Road of Darkness back. Very pleased.

 

Now, onto the BlogHer prompt for today:

Nov. 8: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

 

I would have never jumped the gun and gotten married at 18. It ended in divorce. A messy and hateful divorce. We are friends now, a great support to one another, but there are things that can’t be forgotten and words that can’t be unspoken even after so many years. We keep them tucked and buried away. We are both there for our daughter. She has a support system that was lacking when she was little.

The downside of this would be that I wouldn’t have my daughter.

If I never had my daughter, my life wouldn’t be the same at all. I probably would have fallen victim even worse to my mental disorders, been locked away and forgotten. I may not even be alive. I would have never been urge that one little step further to actually publish any of my writings or share my artwork.

I would be a sad little woman, probably bitter and cold to everyone, except cats. As a matter of fact, I would truly be a ‘crazy cat lady’ in some derelict neighborhood somewhere.

Story: Who’s the Monster

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Addison was no stranger to the reference of ‘monster.’ She was a vampire, what more could people call her? She lurked in the night, savoring the blood of passing strangers, leaving the carcasses to rot in back alleys. It didn’t matter their age, gender, ethnicity. She did try to take out those who held evil in their hearts, however. Sort of her style of being a superhero, in her warped little brain. She would then take her time in looting their pockets of valuables and cash as well.

She wasn’t a nice little creature of the night. Yet, to look at her, you would swear she was the picture of near innocence, with her long black hair, somewhat tanned skin, and adorable smile. Her behavior was often …odd. Quirky, if you will.

The little Southern Bell of a vampire also prided herself on her knowledge and accomplishment as a voodoo practitioner.

Until a week ago, that is.

She had finally come across a voodoo curse she couldn’t counter.

The situation that evolved was not intended. Addison had simply wanted to go shopping, and the Mambo of the secret little shop in New Orleans took offense to her vampiric nature and knowledge of the arts that should have been forbidden. The Mambo felt that whether in life-or-death, the likes of Addison had no business knowing the ancient arts.

The result of her work? Addison was more monster now than ever. She couldn’t show herself in public, even at night. She no longer passed as human. She could barely speak with how her flesh hung from her jaw and her throat seemed open to the elements.

The beauty she once had was gone.

She looked long and hard at herself in the mirror in the abandoned gas station restroom. She attempted to make an appalled face, though nothing but a mere twitch of old skin came forth.

The Voodoo Priestess she had tangled with had developed a powder of some sort, blowing it into Addison’s face. The powder then reverted Addison to what she would have looked like had she never been turned by that vampire so long ago before New Orleans was even a city. A simple dead girl, one that had been in the ground for a few years. She looked like a dried up husk. A scarecrow of stretched and weathered flesh. Her hair had fallen out here and there; one eye had sunken in and what hair she was left on top of her head had turned gray and white.

Her body had gone from athletic and lithe, to nothing more than gray dried skin and bones. It was hard to move around. Every movement she did make was almost agony, and that set her to vocalize that feeling with small moans and groans. Was she a zombie now? She wasn’t craving any brains.

She desperately needed to either make this Mambo reverse the powders effects, or find a way to correct things herself.

There was one upside to it all. Thus far, Addison had felt no hunger. No need for fresh blood… or brains.

There was also a downside. Insects and rodents started to look tastier and tastier. Addison refused to give in to those cravings. It was a bit of a struggle at times. Given any other time, Addison was terrified of insects.

She hated to admit it, but for any progress to be made to restore herself, she was going to have to ask someone for help. She pulled her cellphone into her leathery, boney fingers and scrolled through her contacts. This was made difficult, as the screen did not want to accept her near fleshless, bone fingers. At least she still held some body heat or electrical impulses from her brain through her body enough to make the screen even work.

As she scrolled through her contacts, she frowned. She could find no one. Well, there was one exception. He was a demon, and Addison did not like him. She had done him a favorite once, and he owed her one in returned.

She dialed his number, trying to speak when he answered. Dirt or something fell from her mouth, and she choked. With a damaged windpipe and useless vocal chords, this just wasn’t going to work.

She hung up and started texting him as fast as she could. She abbreviated what she could, misspelled things and auto-correct would be the death of her.  She managed to give him her location, pleading for him to bring her some select spices, powders, herbs, roots and petals. And a bats heart. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. Even better if said bat had rabies.

With that done, she sat down on the closed lid of the filthy toilet. She didn’t know what smelled worse – her, or this old run down rest room. The bugs skittering here and there sure did look enticing.

After about an hour’s wait, a young man had entered the restroom, slowly and cautiously. Addison peeked out to see the devilishly handsome human appearance of the demon.

She opened the door to the stall and stepped out slowly.

“Addi?” The man’s deep, smooth voice questioned.

She backed herself into the shadows more.

His piercing blue eyes sparkled as he lifted an arm, his olive skin glowing into a small ball of flame in his palm, illuminating them both.

Addison shrunk away from the light. The demon, however, stared at her. The light of his flame danced off his black hair and plain black hoodie and jeans, until he let the façade fall away. With a slight gasping noise, the once 6-foot male with olive skin and dreamy blue eyes was suddenly a 7-foot obsidian-colored demon with those same icy eyes. A jagged tail whipped behind him and his once normal looking hands were replaced with long talons. His black hair was still there, though a crown of bone protruded from the hairline. His mouth didn’t set right with his facial features either. It now seemed larger, especially when he opened his mouth, all rows of fangs, much like a shark. Derek was his human name. Valkor now stood before her.

“Addi? Is… is that you? What trouble have you gotten yourself into? Would be more merciful to allow me to kill you…” He said, his voice rough and gravelly.

Addison tried to speak. Tried, but couldn’t, so she started typing on her phone again, showing him the screen, trying to explain the situation.

Valkor laughed heartily at Addison’s folly. He also resumed his human façade. ‘Derek’ was much easier on the eyes, for sure.

As Addison typed here and there and showed him the screen, he started showing her what he had brought to her. All the ingredients she had asked for, neatly packed into Wal-Mart bags.

Addison moved to look down at the materials. Giving a nod, she slowly sat herself down on the floor and set them next to a large bowl she had taken. Derek stood behind her, looking down over her to watch her, and watch over her. She was in a vulnerable state. While there was no love lost between the two, Addison did make for a good ally.

Mixing a pinch of this and handful of that, Addison ground the dry ingredients in the bowl before adding the liquids. She had asked for blossoms and petals in hopes the mixture would smell nicer, though sadly nothing covered the stench of alligator dung. The bat’s heart, which did indeed have rabies, made the concoction a disgusting color.

Derek waved a hand before his face and made a noise of disgust. “Whew, that’s rank. Let me guess… you have to put that on yourself?” He asked.

Addison heaved a sigh of sorts and nodded, dipping both hands into the bowl and stirring it all up while quietly chanting something that was made unintelligible by her damaged face and throat. She then scooped up the muck and spread it all over her face and arms, moving to stand and lurch her way to the restrooms single stall once again. She had to put it all over her body, and even though she currently looked like a cordwood scarecrow, she had her modesty.

She put the foul mixture all over her body and waited. As it dried, she could hear Derek waiting patiently, playing a game on his cell phone. It always amused her. Vampires and demons, werewolves too, having changed with the times and played on silly gadgets to kill their unending time and boredom.

When the layer of her ‘treatment’ had dried, she moved, bending her joints, letting the dried husk to fall away to the floor in chunks. She dusted herself off, knowing what needed to be done next and dreading every second of it. She took the lid off the toilet cistern and scooped the water out with her hands, clearing away the dusty debris from her body.

With what was supposed to be a frown, Addison looked at her arms and hands. “Oh no…” she uttered.

Derek perked to her voice. “Not go as planned? Come out, let me look.” He said, lighting the restroom again with his demonic flames.

Addison redressed and came out of the stall, shoulders slumped. “Thupid thpell didn’t work right. I need to thee the Mambo for her to fixth thith.”

Derek laughed, not just at Addison’s new lisp, but at her appearance. “At least you look a little more… how should I put this… gooey? Squishy?” He chuckled, pressing a finger into the still grayed flesh of her arm, noting that it was no longer a dried scarecrow feel. She had ‘plumped’ a little.

The wounds were still there, however, giving cause for her voice to be off and lispy.

Addison glared daggers at her demon cohort. “Did you bring the needle and thread? I have to fixth theethe woundths.”

Derek then beamed a radiant grin. Addison would not be happy with what he brought, but it was all he could find. “I brought you something to do some stitch work.” He pulled from one of the bags in the corner a skein of blue yarn and a chef’s needle.

Addison looked at him, one eye still a little sunken into her head. “You have to be kidding me. I thaid needle and thread. What am I thuppothed to do with that?”

Still chuckling, Derek replied. “You will mend all those rips and tears in your flesh, and you can wear my hoodie to walk out of here. Besides, you didn’t say you needed a hospital grade stitching kit.”

Addison snatched the yarn and needle from him, moving to the mirror. She stitched up her face, neck, a line on her forehead; various little tears and holes in her flesh. She looked ridiculous when she was finished.

“This is so stupid looking.” She huffed out, smacking Derek in the arm.

There was a little snap and her eyes widened as she watched in horror as her hand and most of her forearm fell to the floor. Addison squawked “AH!”

“HA! Why Addison, you’re just going to pieces over me. Not so tough right now, are you?” Derek barked out in laughter, retrieving her broken limb. He grabbed up the yarn and needle and went to work sewing it back onto Addison’s arm.

She was taken by surprise when she tried to wiggle her fingers, and they responded. “Great. I went from a disgusting dried up scarecrow corpse to a living voodoo doll.” She grumbled out. “And I look absolutely hideous.”

“I won’t argue with you there. You still smell like a fresh crap, too.” Derek said, smiling at her. “At least that lisp is gone. So what is it that went wrong? I thought you were a pro at this stuff.”

Addison crossed her arms and paced for a minute. “No one is ever truly a ‘pro.’ There is always something new to learn.” She paused in thought for a moment before speaking again. “We’re going to go to that Mambo and try to appease her someway.”

Derek gave a curt nod. “I’ll back you up however you may need.” He said, lifting his white hoodie off and tossing it to Addison. “Here, slip that on. And, when this is all done, we’re burning it.” He chuckled.

Addison slid the hoodie on, sinking into it as it was three times too big for her. She looked like a child playing dress up, and everywhere she touch it, her hands and fingers left dark smears. “Gross.” She pouted. “I guess we should get going. Obviously, it’s not far. I couldn’t have made it any further away than this in the condition she had put me in.”

Derek gave a simple nod and went to exit the old gas station restroom. He didn’t notice Addison deftly pick up the rest of the skein of blue yarn and slip it into the pocket of the hoodie. She pulled the hood over her head and joined Derek, walking towards the voodoo shop she had visited.

The shop would be closed at this hour, but this was New Orleans, most people lived above their shops, and had courtyards for gatherings. It was a full moon, so there would no doubt be a gathering for ritual work.

They passed other pedestrians along the way, some looking oddly at Addison, others outright covering their noses at her stench. “Geez, lady, ever heard of a shower?” Someone had rudely said. Addison made a mental note of them so at a later date she could find them and kill them.

They arrived at the shop, knocking on the door. The guard looked out. “What do you want? Haven’t learned your lesson yet?” He scowled.

“Please, let me speak to your Mambo… I have an offering for her…” Addison said in a polite tone.

She turned to Derek and slipped the yarn from the hoodie pocket, quickly binding his wrists with it. “Just humor me…” She said softly to him. He simply shrugged.

The guard returned and opened the shop door and gate before leading them through the back of the shop to the courtyard. A bonfire raged in the middle of a circle, and the Mambo sat in her High Priestess chair as others danced about, paying homage to the voodoo deities.

“What do you want?” The Mambo said, leaning forward in her chair.

Addison removed the hood from her head, showing the attempted transformation. This made the Mambo laugh. “Please… fix me. You are more knowledgeable than me… I concede to your greatness and offer you a gift.” She said, moving to shove Derek towards the Mambo.

“He’s a demon. A true hell-born demon. Don’t worry, I’ve enchanted his bindings, he can do no harm.” Addison added, giving a bow.

Derek turned to face her, struggling in the yarn around his wrists. “Addison… you double-crossing wench!” She had indeed enchanted the yarn. He couldn’t transform into his true self or use his mighty powers.

The Mambo stood, inspecting Derek. “A true demon. An impressive catch for a little abomination such as yourself, eh, Addison?” The Mambo asked as she circled Derek. “Take him away, all of you, just to be safe…” She waved a hand to her five bodyguards.

The Mambo then approached Addison, making a sour face at the little vampire, turned rotted corpse, turned living doll. “Look at you. You look just like one of my dolls. For the demon, however, I suppose I could remove the hex. You have to give your word you will stop practicing voodoo in my district. I don’t want to see you in my territory at all. Deal?”

Addison looked up at her with her dead eyes. She tried to offer a smile through the yarn stitching of her face. Her eyes then moved to watch as the five bodyguards were escorting Derek away. He was cursing her, the bodyguards, the Mambo… but he kept coming back to Addison. Wow… was he mad. Oh, well.

The Mambo moved around Addison, moving to the outside tables gathering things, as well as collecting powders and other items and bringing them to the bonfire. She scooped some of the outside ash into a small jar and filled it with the other items she had collected. She then carefully held the jars bottom into some of the fires flames, watching the contents shrivel into a fine dust.

The Mambo pulled the jar to her and let the contents cool before opening the jar and walking around Addison in a circle, sweeping the fine dust all over her as she chanted. She stopped, looking at Addison. “Now, walk through the bonfire. You come out the other side; you’ll be back to your original state. A disgusting vampire.” She sneered.

Addison offered a nod, trying to remain humble looking. She did as told, walking through the flames of the bonfire. She had her doubts. She expected just to go up in flames. She didn’t, though. She shimmered rather, the dust catching into little sparks around her, her body transforming.

She stepped out of the flame, hole and back to herself. Even the various yarn stitching’s were gone.

From the other side of the bonfire, the Mambo look at her with a sneer. Addison smiled back, but it was deceptively wicked.

Addison raised a hand high and snapped her fingers. “DEREK, NOW!”

At the snap of her slender digits, the enchantment on Derek’s bindings fell away. He wasted no time in transforming into his rightful flesh and devouring the bodyguards in flame. He then stomped his way to Addison.

“You could have told me your plan to begin with.” He snarled at her, all sharp teeth and monstrous visage.

She shrugged, watching as the Mambo’s face was overcome with horror.

“It’s my turn now.” Addison said, moving to circle the bonfire. The Mambo tried to run, but Addison had left enough enchanted yarn where she had stood before to trip up the Mambo. The hefty woman fell in a heap.

Addison approached the plump black woman, moving to kneel at her side. “You know, what you did wasn’t really gracious. I mean, I know I’m not very nice, but I’m supposed to be a monster of sorts. You’re a human, and in my book, that makes you the worst kind of monster there is. You rejected my presence, cast a hex on me… for nothing more than my white skin being in a voodoo shop. Oh, and being a vampire. You do realize that humans kill more humans every year than all us ‘monsters’ combined?” She questioned to the woman.

She leaned into the woman’s neck. The Mambo struggle, praying and pleading. “I don’t want to die… please…”

Addison shook her head. “You won’t die. Not until I want you to.” With that said, she bit into the woman’s neck with her perfect little white fangs, drinking the woman’s blood. Not much, just enough to sate her hunger.

Derek watched all, curious as to what Addison was playing at.

Addison moved on the other woman, sitting on her chest and drawing a voodoo sigil around the woman’s head. She then reached for the discarded jar and set it on the woman’s forehead. She waved and weaved her hands in intricate designs in the air over the Mambos head, a white light shimmering around them before she finally got off the woman and let her skitter away.

“What did you do to me?” The Mambo asked, a hand clutching her wounded neck. “I feel… different. Please, what did you do?”

Addison grinned and tapped the jar, which she was now placing a cap on top. The jar held within it a small crystal that flickered with light from time to time, like a firefly.

“I’ve taken your soul. You won’t die until I want you to die. Do you realize what that means right? It means you have to take care of yourself now. I hope you learn to stop being a racist. If you’re going to be a hater, hate indiscriminately.” Addison chuckled. “Now, eat right, exercise and don’t let anything happen to that body because it won’t heal. I’ll be seeing you…” Addison winked, tucking the jar into the hoodie pocket and giving a waggle of her fingers before moving to Derek.

“Come on, big guy. I’m sorry for the deception earlier, but I wanted to be convincing.” She said to the demon, who was now moving to take his human form.

“It’s alright Addi. At least I am out of your debt. You know, we could make a good partnership.” He said, patting her shoulder as they walked out of the place and back out down the sidewalk.

Addison huffed. “Don’t push your luck.” She said though she did smile. “Thank you, for your help. I should head home.”

Derek gave a vigorous nod. “Yes, please do. Man, do you stink. Like, REALLY stink!”

Addison turned to him and glowered, but then moved to him, taking the man into a deep hug, leaving some of her stink all over him as he protested.

She then turned and scampered away into the night, snickering the whole time.

Joys and Woes of NaNoWriMo

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This years NaNoWriMo is really getting into the prep time. A lot of hype and well wishing, a lot of encouragement.
This year marks my second year as a Municipal Liaison. I LOVE IT! We all know I suffer from social anxiety. Well, working with the public on NaNo steps things in another direction. Since we hold most events between two libraries, they are controlled enviorments. No loudness, no craziness (besides my own) and its just plain fun to sit around with other authors, both young and old, answering questions, giving advice, listening to plots being thought out and bounced around for the input of others…it is just great.

Now, the down side. I have so wanted to get to the NOWD for two years now.
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I’m NOT going to make it again this year. I have resigned myself to that. No one is donating, and, as time grows closer, the airfare and hotel accomodations just get higher and higher.
So, I’ll keep my fundraising page up, just to see if I can help the NaNo cause more, but dreams of actually making it are kapoot.
Next year, hopefully things will be different.

As for this year, working with the librariy directors, I think we’ll have a better turn out of writers. We are advertising early, getting the word out, making so everyone with questions gets them answered well before signing up and commiting to the event

I have put together two prize bags for the two highest word counts. General book on writing, plotting, planning, editing and so one. And hot chocolate. Yums.

So, local NaNo is a go!!

My summer vacation…

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Well, I know I just sort of disappeared and fell off the Earth.
I AM BACK!! MWAHAHAHAHA!! ~ahems~

So, where did I go and what have I been doing?

First, I’m sad the Zombie Apocalypse hasn’t happened yet. I’M WAITING!!

My moms and pops traveled all the way up here to sunny, hot and humid Southern Alabama from Guatemala to take care of some important things, such as social security, banking, and renewing their retiree military IDs.
While here, my aunt also came into town, along with her hubby and one of my cousins.

We all had a great time. Can we say POOL PARTIES!!! And, it was my moms birthday while they were here, so that was another celebration!

It was a really great time, and an escape I needed.

I also got myself a gym membership! I adore Planet Fitness.

With all the fun in the sun however, I managed to get myself a bit of sun poisoning. It wasnt too bad, but annoying nonetheless.

My sister also came to visit. We always have a great time when she’s here.

My bestie (LP) and I are plotting world domination…I mean planning on her coming to visit me over here on this side of the States. Beware all.

I managed to catch a cold somehow, and was miserable for a week. Blah. Still recovering.

My furbabies are all doing great. All happy cats.

My daughter is doing AWESOME! She found herself the most AWESOMEST JOB EVER!! She is still doing all her normal paralegal stuff, but she works from home, making a buttload of money. She has only been with the Firm about 3 weeks, but they love her, and she has proven to be a perfect fit. Maybe she will look towards actually going to law school beyond her paralegal degree. A mom can hope.

So, July marks the starts of another Camp NaNoWriMo, and I’ve set myself at a pretty low word count. Short stories once again, sort of like dipping my toes into the waters once again.

I have been sharing some of my ~ahem~ smut stories with a fellow writer friend in my local area. She shared some of hers with me as well. She likes what I’ve got and wants to see more, so that is motivating me quite a bit to publish some of the 13 erotica novels I have, after getting them edited and getting cover designs. My erotica collection will be E-Book only.

November I plan to get back to my roots on the original task of finishing up the continuation of my first published novel. It seems intimidating right now. GRAH.

In my gaming and role play world, I have gone back to my original game, sort of testing the waters there to bring my character back into society once again. And in the other, well, today, actually, I had planned on bringing those characters out of their self-imposed exiles. So, writing will be had, and maybe even a character death. GASP!

How have you all been?? Send me comments, email, what have you…I know its only the 1st of July, but how has everyone been??

Oh, yeah…my broken foot is finally healed…I think…haha. I mean, I havent done anything to break it further. YAY!

The kids

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Also, let me give a shout out to Patricia, who once again has lifted my spirits by sending me a little care package of loot! LOVE ALL THE STUFF!❤

Decisions for the New Year

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Well, with my ongoing depression and lack of motivation for damn near anything, I have decided that my latest novel, the sequel to The Road of Darkness, will be put on hold.
I have it nearly completed, but, I’m not enthusiastic about it.
So for the time being, I will be working on it when the mood strikes, and I will be blogging more instead, as well as keeping detailed daily journals and working on my little short stories. I may even toss you guys some smut snippets. Everyone loves the smut, right?
So, to all who have been anticipating The Path of Redemption, I am truly sorry for the set back. You can produce a good story if you are not feeling it. Thats my belief, anyway.
In the meantime, prepare yourselves for the antic of my cats, my kid, and the general tomfoolery I find myself on (completely on accident, mind you)
Thank you so much to all of you, and there are some of you I have a special rapport with… dont think this means I will stop pestering you!!!
Much love and squishes to you all, and a Good New Years to you…
~squishes more and drools a little~

And it’s over…

As you can see from the photos above, this dreaded holiday called Christmas is finally over in my house.

The colorful zip tied gift was what I gave my daughter, among other things. But I always do one gift that she really has to work for. So, I used about 100 colorful zip ties to seal up a small card box with cash in it. Then I took that zip tied package and put it in a small gift box, taping it down so it didnt rattled or move. THEN…I placed that box into a bigger gift box and taped it down. AND THEN…I wrapped the big gift box, using wrapping paper and then sort of lamanating the entire thing with clear packing tape.

Yeah, she earned that cash. Cursing me the entire time. I LOVE IT!!!

Then you can see in the other photos the kittehs got their stockings full of toys. I just sort of tossed the toys on the floor in the middle of my office. I snapped a good pic of Jeffrey Jones, however BaxterMarie was having none of it. She just wanted to play with all the new shiny toys.

We ate, I drank. I’m still drinking now.

I wrote some, RP mostly.

I have some lovely friends who sent me holiday greetings, and my evil twin and I met for lunch earlier in the week…she gave me a Walking Dead key tag that has Daryl Dixons cross-bow hanging from it. ~SQUEEE~ Its perfect.

My daughter got me an Amazon gift card. I always ask for money or Amazon gift cards. I usually prefer picking out my own things.

I refered to this holiday as dreadful. I dont like this time of year. I get very, very depressed. And I feel nothing goes my way, and, in the true nature of that, NOTHING has gone my way this season. It only adds to the natural depression.

I sent my best friend an Amazon gift card. I imagine she’ll buy books. She’s a reader.

I slept off and on today. Between drinking. And I didnt get any sleep last night, so the alcohol induced sleepiness was helpful.

I’m at a stalling point in my novel. So, instead of putting added stresses on myself, and anxiety, I am stepping away from it until January. Then my editor is going to hate me. >_>

I want to get back into my old routine of setting up at the coffee shop and writing the day away. I was always most productive that way. Here at home I have way too many distractions.

So, hope you all had good holidays if you celebrate.

And thank you Patricia for giving me a kick in the pants. 😛