New Contract WOOHOO!

New Contract today for Circus Diabolique: Carnival of Souls.

This is the sequal to Through the Mirror! WHHO HOO.

Other then celebrating and looking for a new radio for my car tonight, I'm editing book 4 and looking forward to watching Moonlight. OMG only two episodes left. I'm a moonlight junkie. Who wouldn't be. He's just so damn hot!

Who agrees with me People!

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An Eternity of Shadows: Book 4 Done!

So last night was the night I finished book 4 in my Raven Series. I'm seriously celebrating cause I thought it would never end. We went out to celebrate tonight... well that and belated anniversary. I had family visting this weekend which was nice and I get to go to a family reunion in August in MAine so 18 hr drive home woo hoo. Cheaper than flying and the last time I came back from Miami I got sick. Go figure. I'm still getting over it. oye.

So the book was planned to be 80K and ended up being about 100K. I'll edit and it'll get cut down to 95K to be on the safe side when it's all done.

Now I have an undead gremlin to work on.. LOL...

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Happy BEltane Everyone

Hi Everyone,

Happy Beltane to you!

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Characters are a Pain in the arrggh...

So why is it when you know the end is in sight  the characters you have been writing for 80K words  now are just about to end a book when they decide, nope not going to happen. I really don't mind but I think I'm going into  a 90K or 100K book. I'm feeling 90K, but the others might be feeling something else.

So really I'm just about done Book 4 on my raven series was tying up loose ends, when poof main character ups and leaves his love interest high and dry and she's like what the hell.( And now he's realizing he's an idiot for doing it,) but I have to write myself out of it. LOL.

But as I'm about to end book 4, book 5 and 6 are forming. Oye! Honestly I have 10K of book 5 done since I had written it before and it was supposed ot be book 4.

I'm rambling.. My brain is just working overtime. But after 4 is done I have a Gremlin to worry about and then the Ravens are going to be perched for awhile since I want to get back to writing a couple of dark things that have been brewing. With that said, writing what I want to write will keep me busy thru at least June. Then maybe book 5 that is of course is publisher wants book 4 cuase I'm not writing if pub doesn't want it.

But so far book 2 seems to be gonig good in the Raven Saga. Ahh Werewolves. Guess what book 3 is about?

Okay enough rambling back to writing.

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Fur & Feathers: A Raven Saga Book 2

Out now with Amira Press

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Excerpt:

At one counter, he saw Alena chopping something up. She appeared to have been working for a long while since tendrils of her red hair were plastered to her forehead, even though it was back in a ponytail. Her apron was covered in flour and bits of other things. The smells in the kitchen were enticing enough to make his mouth water. The burners had something simmering, keeping warm, or boiling. Whatever was in the pots, she was cooking for a crowd.

She's cooking for an army. An army of werewolves. Damn does it smell good! I don't remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal. She might be trouble, but she seems like one hell of a cook. The Warrior watched the woman work. Alena was so engrossed she didn't notice he was in the kitchen. She hummed a haunting tune under her breath. The way she moved caught his attention. She was completely unaware of how gorgeous she was even all sweaty and with her hair up. He could see himself taking a romp or a tumble in the grass with her, but if he ever got close to her, he would start turning back into a raven since he was damned. He hardened his jaw and tried to think about another subject. This was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. Now was not the time to try to press his luck against the curse. All he wanted was a good fuck. That was what women were good for, he reminded himself.

"Whatever you're cooking smells wonderful."

Alena jumped and squeaked like a mouse.

The small sound made Darius smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Alena gave him a wary smile and wiped her forehead. Watching her, he noticed her sleep-laden eyes. He wondered if she had slept much or if she had been working hard most of the day. Wait a minute. What do I care if she didn't sleep well? I'm losing it.

"No, that's okay. I wasn't expecting anyone back this soon. The pack should be gone for a few more hours as they cremate Jamie's son. The ceremony won't be done for a while."

"Why aren't you with them? You are family, aren't you?"

Alena stopped chopping what appeared to be a carrot and met his gaze. He felt her power rise around her like a steel vault. She was not going to let anyone into her mind if she didn't want them to be there. "I'm . . . well, I'm just not welcome at the funeral."

She heard something boiling over and went to attend it. She seemed so frazzled by his question that she dipped her fingers into the water to fish out her wooden spoon, which had slipped in, and pulled her hand away quickly, cupping her palm to her chest. A nasty scald appeared on her flesh.

"Here, let me see."

"What? Shit."

Darius walked over to her and slipped the bracelet into his pant's pocket. He held out his hand. "I said let me see your hand."

Alena looked at him suspiciously but slowly extended her hurt hand. The flesh was lobster red. He wondered why she was not healing like the other wolves. Maybe she didn't possess that power. He held her by the wrist and held his other hand a few inches above the flesh of her open palm. He held tight, and she bit her lip to keep in a cry of pain from him crunching her bones together. "Sorry."

The Warriors had the power to heal humans. Healing was not something they did on a regular basis. It was part of their magick in case they needed to heal one of their charges. Caleb had taught him how to heal, and Darius used the power very rarely. He quieted his thoughts and felt his energy gather in the center of his palm. He closed his eyes, and when he did, the energy he imagined flowing between him and the woman left him in a cool surge, like a subtle electric spark snapping between them. When he opened his eyes, Darius felt the energy moving between them. He took in Alena while she stared at her hand, watching the flesh go from red to pink and then back to its normal hue.

After a moment, his power dissipated. He dragged his hand over her flesh to see if her skin was as soft as it appeared. Alena looked up and stared deep into his eyes. He felt the wall around her emotions and knew her mind was as closed to him as Vincent's was last night. Darius absently traced the lines in her hand. She stepped closer to him until they were only inches apart. She was shorter than he. Her head barely reached his chin. Then again, he was tall, almost six four. The aroma of hibiscus and roses caught him instead of the food. Her scent. He let go of her wrist, losing himself in her eyes, swirling eyes which darted back and forth trying to read his, but he kept his mind closed to her. She reached up and caressed the side of his face. His groin tightened. His heart nearly stopped and then shot forward. He had to fight just to hold onto his control from her gesture.

This woman should not be affecting me this way. But he seemed to have lost control. He was outside of himself, watching his movements and yelling to himself to stop before he began to change. Alena stood up on tiptoe, reaching up and pulling him closer to her lips. He studied her lips. They were light pink with fine lines etched into them, parted slightly. Her breath smelled like peppermint, and he wondered if she tasted the same way. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the kitchen or maybe from being close to him He didn't know and he didn't care. Everything in him wanted to take this woman right on the counter even if she didn't give her consent. He wanted her badly.

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Hi Everyone!

I'm back from Miami. I had a great time at the wedding I attended. It was good to see the family I only get to see once a year. The flight back was good and I got to see gamily on the way back since they were stuck in Charlotte on a layover. We went a  nice cruise around the bay and had the wedding at night. It was cool. The hotel was nice, and I got to write a ton on Friday while I was waiting in the airports. So book 4 is almost done. LOL... And FUR & FEATHERS Came out on FRiday WOOHOO! How many of you have bought it so far?

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Updates

You know it would be great to begin my life story with Once Upon  A time.. Cayou know.. sometimes it just plan old feels like a fairy tale, gremlins and all.

In a couple of days I'm heading down to Miami for a gamily wedding which is cool cause I get to see my family like once a year (which is not cool, but hey life sucks and I can't afford to fly up there very weekend to see them. Maybe when pigs fly.) Hubby is stressing being alone with the puppies. Well the 4mnth old and 3 1/3 yr old, but they are both puppies. I have a job I really can't stand anymore which sucks cause like a month ago I did. Justify this!

I have edits due on Midnight mocha which I'm doing, but slowly since book 4 of my Raven Series is eating me alive becuase I can't write the damn thing fast enough. Ideas for book 5 are swimming around my head and I've already got some of it written, but it will have to take a back seat for aw hile since I have other stuff brewing too (that is unless all you all you read my stuff demand book 5 in the series just becuase you are salivating to get it in your hands. I really hope you are)

Book 2 in the series is in for line edits so I'm waiting for those. Book three well I have a cover so far. LOL Book 4 I have cover models all picked, but of course no contract yet. I'm 62K into 4, and the norm for my writing is 80K. If I have time and not real busy I can do that in 6 weeks. It's sick really. I get obsessed. At the moment I'm averging about 3K a day, since work and home life busy with crazy puppy trying to eat mommy. Anyway 4 will be done by the end of the month, hopefully I'll be inediting mode for it too and it will go to pub midMay. I have 5 other books with differnt publishers all scheduled to come out the this year if all goes well (these are besides the raven saga and Midnight Mocha) I'm have plans for other pieces I've promised people and have more plans abot doing more angel/demon stuff, vampire stuff, and resubing my Gods and Goblins book somewhere. Not sure where yet though.

I am overjoyed about spending hours and hours in the airport on Friday since I have to wait in my end and then on the other end for family to fly in, but I'll be writing so it should go by fast. I have goodie bags to give away and others to fill with stuff. So I have a plate full at the moment.

So those are my updates at least for now.

Oh yeah.. I'll be at LoveRomancesCafe posting excerpts all day. So if you haven't seen them here. Come on over.

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Unedited Excerpt: An Eternity of Shadows: A Raven Saga book 4

I’m half way through this one with plans to finish by the end of the month.

Extending her mind, she searched deeper and felt the dryad in the tree she had been sitting under. The creature had been preening the leaves and shook them once she realized that Keeleigh was trying to get her attention.

"Well, what do you want?" the dryad asked her.

"What kind of creature is the raven sitting in your branches?"

She saw the gnarled skinned creature look up at the bird and then smile. "Raven Warrior."

"Raven Warrior? What does that mean?"

The dryad laughed. A few of the pine needles showered down around Bethany as she readjusted the strings on her harp. "Can’t tell you. It’s against the rules."

"Great. Thanks." Keeleigh knew that the dryad was not going to tell her anything else. Supernatural creatures were fickle like that. She had learned that by the teachings from her grandfather. The wind blew some of the hair which had escaped her braids into her face. She knew the breeze was only teasing her. The wind always liked to play games with her. Her fingers caught her hair. She noticed in the light her dark brown hair looked deep red. Her hair was funny. The strands changed colors on their own almost like it was alive. Sometimes it appeared black and others it was red like now. Pushing it behind her ears, her palm brushed the slight point on the end of her ears. It was something she had been born with and always hid because people wouldn’t understand what they meant. She had been made fun of as a child, but her grandfather always told her to take pride in her heritage. Not many humans could do what Keeleigh did. Not many knew where they came from, about the other world, or the things that she knew. Keeleigh was grateful to her grandfather for being there for her even after her grandmother died. Whenever she needed him all she had to do was send her message on the wind and he would come. He liked to visit her and just check in from time to time on his own. All of her life, she had known she was special. How many kids could brag that their grandfather was an Elf?

From the time she was old enough to realize the unusual circumstances of her ancestry, she knew that elves were not little chubby beings that made cookies for a living and lived inside tree trunks. They were tall beautiful creatures with eyes that sparkled like they had been dotted with stars. Her grandfather looked like he was forever twenty-five with copper hair and dark blue eyes. Power emanated from him whenever she saw him. Keeleigh had asked once why he didn’t appear to her father, his son, but he said that her father might have carried the Elvin heritage in his veins, but it hadn’t surfaced when he was born. The human in her father had been the most prevalent. However, with her, the elf had come out. Her grandmother could see it the moment she was born. As Keeleigh grew, she was tall and thin. Her shape filled out with more flesh than her grandfather’s so she wasn’t as pointed as he was. Her cheekbones were high and angled. She had a small nose and a slight point to her ears. If you didn’t see her ears, and only saw her eyes you would think that she was ordinary, but once you saw her eyes, you knew that she was one of a kind. They sparkled just like her grandfather’s did. The longer she had spent as a child learning from the elf, the more her features had chiseled out because the magick that he was made of was triggering her heritage. He was the one who had given Keeleigh her harp. The craftsmanship was beautiful and she kept it in a special carrying case. It wasn’t a large harp, but something she could sling over her shoulder and carry with her.

The wind tickled her brow and made her remember that she had to be working and not staring off into space. She should be pretending to be a happy fairy and charming the people coming into the faire. But her mind was on the silver raven perched in the tree. Raven Warrior the dryad had called him. What did he want? Keeleigh stepped further back into the shadows and calmed her mind like her grandfather had taught her. She let herself relax and then extended, pushing all of her focus into the thread that was her mind. Elves had some telepathic ability which was one way they could talk to animals and one another, but since she was mostly human she had to learn to access the ability. It was one of the harder lessons she had learned and she still hadn’t completely mastered the technique. She felt her consciousness touch upon the dryad once again and move along the winding limbs of the trees. Keeleigh had discovered it was easier for her to communicate with another if her mind had contact with other living things almost like she bounced off of them and then got to the one thing that she wanted. Her mind moved over the silver raven. The power coming from the creature zapped her almost like an electric shot that shot back into her body. She felt the surprise of the raven as she made contact with him. As her mind connected with his, she got a clear picture of him in her mind. The sun was now shinning off his feathers like they were a piece of metal and blinding anyone who looked at him.

"Hello Raven Warrior," Keeleigh greeted the raven.

The shock of her contact to him was even more so when she spoke to him. Keeleigh didn’t know what exactly the creature was beneath the feathers, but she did not expect the clear and cognitive response she got.

"Hello. How do you know me?" the raven asked.

She smiled. She was not going to give up her secrets that easily. "I have my sources. Why are you here?"

The raven lifted his wing and ran his beak through a couple of his feathers. She guessed he was trying to act like a bird so no one would get suspicious. However, how many times did anyone see a silver raven? Once his silver eyes settled back on her, she felt a sigh ride through her mind.

"I think I’m here to watch over me."

"Me! What would you want with me?"

"I can’t tell you that".

"Well then I guess we have no reason to talk anymore. I’ll see you around Raven Warrior." Keeleigh began to pull her thoughts back to herself. Before she did, she heard the raven call out to her.

"What’s your name?"

Keeleigh was retreating back to herself, but she whispered one more thing to him. "Keeleigh." Then she opened her eyes and the communication between them was silent again. She felt a weight on her mind and when she looked up at the raven he stared directly at her. She pictured a wall in her mind and the pressure eased. Whatever kind of creature the Raven Warrior was and no matter if he was here to watch over her like he said he would, she was not going to let him into her mind. That was one of the most sacred places she had. She gave him a direct stare back and reinforced the wall. After a few moments, the pressure eased and the raven looked away. Keeleigh smiled to herself. Her grandfather would be proud of her. Now she just had to solve the mystery as to what or who the creature was perched in the tree.

Coming back to reality, the pretend fairy knew she had to get back into character. Today she was supposed to be a fairy princess lost in the human world. Sometimes she felt like that all the time. Ever since she was old enough to understand her heritage, she had felt out of place among the humans. I guess that’s one reason why I ended up living a carnival life moving around from place to place with the fairs. Keeleigh thought as she dug into the pouch at her waist. She placed her tips from playing the harp in it and pulled out a small wooden flute. Lifting the pipe to her lips, she began playing a snappy song that she danced to. It got people’s attention, but it was nothing like when she played the harp. She had been at this faire in Charlotte four times and every year there was a man who was infatuated with her and always came to see her. She hadn’t spied him yet, but they were only an hour into opening weekend. When her tune was done, she bowed to the people and made another five dollars. She added that to her stash and then put the pipe away. The management of the faire had told her she could pretty much do whatever she wanted as long as she stayed busy. For now she put her pipe away, and reached into another pouched she had that dangled underneath her brown corset and snatched out a container of bubbles and a little wand. The kids adored bubbles and she loved to watch their expressions as they tried to catch them. Slowly, she made her way up to the main gate. Trumpets sounded from the jousting arena signaling the match was over. The stands were filled. They always were when it came to jousting. The aromas of a variety of different foods made their way to her nose as she passed the eateries. The faire offered everything from giant turkey legs, to steak on a stick, to modern day margaritas, and anything else they could sell. She particularly liked the pickles sold in large barrels for a buck. The faire was supposed to give the illusion of Renaissance life with fairies and walking trees included init as well. In her costume, she did feel like a pixie of some sorts flitting around, blowing bubbles and watching the light reflect rainbows off their round surfaces.

Keeleigh was dressed in a brown corset laced up with pink ribbon to match her wings. Her dress was a sea foam green and very wispy. She wore handmade leather boots she had bought from one of the vendors that came up to her knees. Underneath them she had on a thin pair of green tights that matched the dress. One of the face painters decorated her face to make it look like a butterfly mask. She had done such a good job it actually looked like there was a mask on Keeleigh’s face, but now that the day was beginning to get hot she was going to sweat it off so she had to be careful. The day before she had her hair woven into tiny little braids and then wound together to form a flower pattern on the back of her head. A few of the tendrils had escaped and that was what was bothering her now. However, people at the faire thought her ears were a really great makeup effect and not actually real. She wasn’t about to tell them the truth. Let them have their illusions and pretend they were back in the medieval days where fairies walked side by side with mortals. Keeleigh liked to pretend that one day she would actually see the other world where her grandfather resided and that ran parallel to this one, but she knew it was impossible. The elf had told her, she was not able to spend time there. It would do damage to her body and she was not magickal enough to be able to even with her heritage. For now, she dressed up as a fairy to entertain the kids, did some belly dancing when needed, harped one show on the days the faire was open, and sent letters back to her family and her little sister. Her life might have seemed normal on the outside looking in, but in reality, she was far from being ordinary and she liked her life the way it was. The fairy had learned that she didn’t have to worry about life because there was always a reason for everything, just like that Raven Warrior watching over her, and eventually she would find out why. Keeleigh didn’t dwell on that mystery now. The breeze was playing with the bubbles she had let loose in the air and listening to the light wind she could tell everything was going to be right as rain today.

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Excerpt: Circus Diabolique: Through the Mirror unedited

As promised...

Alexander stopped his torture of her and slowly looked up from her pussy and as he did she saw his eyes first. They flickered green. From his eyes she saw the wicked grin and a long pointed tongue snaking up between curled up lips.

Rationality returned like being dumped in cold water. Rhianna screamed as the jester laughed. "You taste so good. I don’t know the last time I’ve eaten such good pussy." He licked his lips making a smacking sound as he sucked on his fingers. Rhianna felt vulnerable and violated as she drew her legs underneath her.

"You tricked me."

The joker nodded and crawled up and stared at her. She turned her head but he forced her to look at him.

"You said I could. You opened yourself to me. I couldn’t have done it without your consent. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it?  You’re just disappointed it wasn’t Alexander."

"Go to hell!"

"I’ve been there and it’s lovely this time of year. The sulfur gives it a distinct aroma. You’re only made Alexander showed you his true face."

Surprise ruptured in her mind even though she tried to keep it off her face.

"Don’t look so shocked. Of course he told me. Did he tell you his sob story too? ’Poor me, I killed my father for power and now I want to be free.’ The only way he can be free is to die and I won’t let you kill him. Bitch. But let’s play nice for now." Donavan’s gloved hand tickled its way to her clit. Once it touched her, she was overwhelmed. A jolt of energy shocked her and made her forget and green fire filled her vision. The tongues of flame danced in her mind and grabbed her arms and whirled her around as she was falling under his spell as her body was put through pleasure paces. She was aware she was moaning and writhing, but something else was wrong. It felt like she was falling and couldn’t find a hold. Rhianna tried to breathe and couldn’t. She tried to look away from the jester, but he was inside her mind with the green tongues ready to burn her alive.

Alexander. The thought was a plea for help, a desperate last cry filled with sorry and love. She had betrayed his trust. Rhianna knew that now and was paying the price for the betrayal. She only hoped he forgave her. Endora had said she had to accept the darkness in his soul and when he showed it to her. She had thrown it back in his face. Fear had controlled her at seeing his true appearance, but she knew no matter what kind of a creature he was, he still had a soul and would not have treated her as if she were a piece of gold even when she was a child. Her mother trusted him and she had to trust him. The green fire nearly had her and she felt Donavan had stopped manipulating her. He said he needed her acceptance to do what he had done to her. Just like Alexander had. They both needed a willing partner to get inside her brain, to her body. She thought about what her mother had said about being a witch. She was not going to give up so easily. Whatever magick she had in here, she was going to use it to save Alexander and free him from the hell he was locked away in.

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A Conspiracy of Ravens Excerpt

An Excerpt As requested. The Raven Saga Series is near to my heart....

Tremain shook at the memory and gazed at the woman in front of him. It was pointless to relive the past, which was what he kept telling himself, but for the last few hours, he had been reliving those last hours of his true humanity over and over again, like a movie reel playing in his mind. "So I’ve been bidden to go back to my body. I didn’t have a choice, I know, but when I’m back, I expect to bring you to a safe place so you can forget all about this like a good little mortal."

He watched as Linnea smiled and offered him her hand. "I don’t bite. Promise."

He hesitated, but her soft smile turned his dead heart and he took it. Once their fingers touched, a spark of silver energy jumped between them. Tremain felt a whoosh of hot air and became heavy. His limbs were like stone, but finally he heard his racing heart and felt something weighty on his chest. When he opened his eyes, he saw Linnea passed out across him. Her form was limp with one hand clutching his. A flush of warmth spread through him, and he felt the stirring in his groin. He raised his other hand gently as to not rouse her. After a moment, he put it on the witch’s head feeling the soft silkiness of her tresses. He searched the room and saw Caleb standing in the doorway staring at him. He curled his hand and took it from the top of her head. Linnea still didn’t stir.

"My, my, the heartless Warrior has a heart." His leader chuckled.

Tremain gave him a cold, deathly stare and tried to sit up, but he didn’t want to disturb Linnea. After a moment, he realized she was not going to awaken. A bolt of panic seized him and he stared at Caleb. "Will she—"

He couldn’t think of anything else to say. This woman had stirred his heart. Maybe Caleb was right. Maybe he did have a heart inside of him after all. No matter if he did, there was no way he would allow himself to love Linnea. She might has saved his life, but what was his life worth when he was still stuck inside of his feathered prison most of the month and he would not be able to give her the affection she would crave. He could already see the scene now. He would try to make love to her and suddenly black feathers would appear all over his body. He would shrink, and the forlorn cry coming from his lips would be that of a raven and not a human male. It was not fair for him to trap her in a relationship where neither of them could get the fulfillment they desired.

"Will she be okay? I don’t know, Tremain. She risked her soul to bring you back to us without knowing the dangers. Without really knowing you. She loves you."

Tremain hung his head at the words his leader had uttered. In his soul, he knew he loved the witch too. It was hard for him to believe such a thing was possible since he had been loveless for so long. The Druid could not explain it, but from the first moment when she had walked into the apartment looking for Maili, he had known it. The Druid was unable to let himself admit it. He focused on their entwined hands and realized she was gripping his with all her strength, a lifeline back to reality. He knew the labyrinth his soul had walked in, but Linnea could lose her way in the maze. Horror filled him to think he had left her in such a cold, dark place where her body would live on, but her soul would face horror unimaginable. Who knew what else lingered in the shadows of the maze. Without thinking, he returned his free hand to her head.

"How do I get her back?"

"If you love her, call her name. She will hear it in the darkness."

Tremain nodded. A look of sadness and happiness flashed on his leader’s face as he shut the door. Tremain’s fingers absently wound through her hair. It was soft reminding him of spun copper. He brought their entwined hands to his lips, kissed hers and then placed it over his heart. He barely knew the woman who had saved him. Yet, it seemed he had known her forever. She had the same soft smile as his beloved wife, but she was so different than her. She was shy and not so headstrong, but underneath the shyness was a strength that Beatrice never possessed. As he closed his eyes, he sensed the unbridled power in her. Whatever her gifts were as a witch, they were newly awakened and untried, which was why she had doubted her own power when he had suggested getting rid of the queen’s assassins. He smiled at the times he had watched her even in Raven form. He hadn’t found her attractive, but now he saw her with the eyes of a man. Deep inside of him, he knew he loved her even though he fought with the emotion, because there was no future in their relationship. For now, he could repay her in kind and save her from the darkness.

"Linnea," he whispered.

His power spiraled between their joined hands and awakened inside of him. For the first time in a while, he felt light, like there was no obligation on him, even though he still had to find Maili. At least he knew where her necklace was. He closed his eyes after he didn’t feel the witch stirring beneath him. He focused on her more, felt the link she had forged with him. She was stranded in the distance and did not know how to get back to herself. He felt her panic in the darkness as it was encompassing her and threatening to drive her crazy as the light was being extinguished from her world.

"Linnea," he said with more authority. He felt her stop as she heard his call this time. "Come back to me, please. I—" He couldn’t bring himself to say what he felt. She would have to know in her own way. He wasn’t ready to admit it. He couldn’t admit to himself how he felt. After a moment of hesitation, he felt her coming toward him, and he was able to open his eyes. When he did, it took her a moment to stir and open her eyes sleepily. She gave him a smile so wonderful, it made his heart melt.

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Reflection.. I guess

Hmm.. not sure where to start on this... Just that I’ve been doing a lot of thinking...

My life has been interestin to say the least. Granted everyone has life stories that make them into who they are through their life since we never stop learning. And my life hasn’t been the the easiest , or uneventful, but of course compared to others Not becuase I don’t believe it (hey if you read my stuff you’ll get that I’m gung-ho goddess.LOL), but becuase well.. I just haven’t had the need to. I was never big into ritual and doing elaborate circles as others are and that is cool. Ritual in itself is mediation and connect to the universe. It’s just not for me. however, in my earlier years I did a lot of circles as I learned and moved up the ranks in my teachings. However, now a days, sititng and being connected to the earth if what does it forme.

Now, I don’t write a lot on my blog much about me being Pagan or praticing, becuase I know that some people don’t get it, don’t want to read about it, or don’t want to hear about my personal life. SO I try to keep it simple. Even my myspace is not overly decorated. So I’ve tried to keep it out of the way so not to offend people and heck I’ll be honest as an author and trying to gain a reader base, some people can get turned off by it. Some just go whatever, but lately I’ve been getting poked by the universe to start practicing again, which is a good thing. It just makes me stop and go hmmm.

So tons of questions and feelings have been going through my head and if you haven’t guessed I love Ravens. I have four on my body and am soon to be getting more (yeah IRS tax check) and with writing my new series, I’m more tied now to the goddess Morrigaine.

I could easily try to find pagan groups where I live, and I know there are some in nearby Charlotte. I did try the whole meetup thing there and well I wasn’t into hey let’s see how poweerful I can be tonight. I don’t need power trips, believe ne I’m way past that. I dealt with that when I was in Boston. And yes, I know that not everyone is like that. If you ever meet me I’m the least judgemental person you’ll know.

I have pagan friends, but we never seem to click on the energy wave lengeth when doing circles so I do stuff by myself and my energy is darker than most. (No I don’t mean evil either.) I just well I tend to sway towards the darker deities hence Morrigain or Nyx.

In general I guess I’m just putting it out there going hmmm.. what comes next. Am I ready to crack open the next level of my life, since my Saturn Return will be coming when I hit 30. Am I ready to see where the writing takes me? Who knows...

Any thoughts...

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A Conspiracy of Ravens

Fur & Feathers

Whispers in the Dark

An Eternity of Shadows

Masquerade

Soul Reaper

Angelic Cravings

Falling

Midnight Mocha

Midnight Encounters

Tarnished Choices

Tarnished Souls

Tarnished Wings

Circus Diabolique:Through the mirror

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New Puppy. Need sleep.

So we’ve had the new puppy for the past 3 weeks now and she’s 4mths old today. Needless to say we are making pee runs every 20 minutes and cleaning her crate every day I get home. She had to get all her shots today and updates today woohoo. Now tell her that she needs to sleep at night. LOL

But that is the woes of having a puppy. Of course she terrorizes Morrigaine, jumps on her, bites her ears, and then looks like a gremlin. My hubby has been calling Cadence Gizmo since she remindes him of the furry creature.

But the whole sleep thing, I like to sleep and the mor eI get the better, but it will pass. when she grows up. So yeah for puppies. LOL

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