PHANTASM FRIDAY

I'm late posting today, but it's been a crazy day already. If you didn't know it already, my e-book short story, Fairy Casanova, was released today. It's part of Decadent Publishing's 1NightStand series and it was so much fun to write. Here's a PG13 excerpt, but be warned, it is NOT a PG book!!

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BLURB:

Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancé is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she's been paired with a sexy fairy.

Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he's obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he's forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm. After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn't just a human, but his mate. Complicating everything with the revelation, he's willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he's worth the biggest gamble yet.

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EXCERPT:

Knocking once to warn her of his arrival, he used the key card to let himself into the room. The door clicked shut behind him as he scanned the room for his evening’s companion.

"Hello," she said when their eyes met.

Her sultry voice tempted him, much as a Siren lured a man to his demise against the rocky coast of her island. His mortal Siren offered him a shy wave.

"Want a drink?" She held up a goblet, half-full of amber liquor.

Her edginess socked his acute fairy senses like a blow to the gut.

Interesting. Why was she here then?

"No, thanks." He moved toward her, intrigued by the competing vibes the woman evoked…reserved and salacious.

Maybe other men found the arctic chill of her gaze daunting. He found it intriguing, even challenging. Women would be envious and intimidated by her high-level eroticism.

Stunning, and nothing like the fairies he would command. Long, shiny, black hair framed her oval face. He couldn't wait to get his fingers in the wavy locks. Gunmetal-silver eyes warily watched him. Rimmed in a thin stripe of black eyeliner and splashed with a smidge of dark-gray shadow, the contrast brought out the stellar shade of her irises. High cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and wide lips, naturally dark red, or she'd been biting them in anxiety. Unlike the diminutive fairy-women, she was tall—not more than an inch or two shorter than his five-ten height. Most female fairies barely reached his chest, which made her a charming oddity. And she owned killer curves—again, unlike most beanpole-thin fairies—and those curves were framed in an evocative, skintight, black cocktail dress.

Jace stopped in front of her and stared at her mouth. He knew many places he wanted those lips, but mostly he wanted them rounded on an orgasmic scream.

"I'm Jace."

She swallowed and cleared her throat, but her voice came out low and raspy. "Sadie."

He dipped his finger into the crystal glass she held poised below her chin. A fat droplet of liquor clung to his forefinger, and he spread it across her pouty bottom lip. Her eyes widened, and her breathing noticeably accelerated. As if prompted, her tongue swiped away the moisture, and his cock twitched in reaction.

"You're perfect. Stunning."

She laughed, a charming sound, as a blush crept across her cheeks. For the first time since beginning his adventure, he considered the horrible ramifications of falling hard for a human. Impossible! There wouldn't be enough time to grow attached to a one-night stand. Neither would his parents nor soon-to-be subjects approve.

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Wistful Wednesday

What I Do When I Should Be Writing

Or: How I Conquer Writer's Block

by Margay Leah Justice

It happens to the best of us. Sometime, somewhere along the way, we run head-long into that brick wall of frustration called Writer's Block. It's not our fault, really. It's not like we're bad drivers who jumped the curb and hit the wall. Oh, no, the wall hit US. Trust me, there's a difference. If you're a writer, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're not, well maybe this applies to some other faction of your life. Work problems, family issues? Somewhere in your life, there inevitably comes a time when you're faced with a tough decision and your mind goes blank, hiding the answers from you. That's The Block.

So what do you do when The Block strikes you? Curl up in a fetal ball and cry for your mother? (Believe me, I've been tempted.) Scream your frustrations to the heavens? (Okay, so maybe I've done that. Once. Or twice. Okay, more than that - stop pressuring me!) Or do you just throw in the towel and say the heck with it? Well, before you do that last one, let me share with you some of the things I do to fight The Block. So, without further ado, here are...

Things I Do When I Should Be Writing:

1. I knit. Okay, who among you is really surprised by that revelation? If you've kept up with my posts on this blog, you already know that I have a passion for knitting, so is it really any surprise that I knit when The Block hits? Not only is knitting fun, creative, and therapeutic, it has a way of clearing the clutter from the brain. You wouldn't believe how many plot points I've resolved while knitting.

2. I play Mah jongg. This is the only computer game I play with frequency. I don't know what it is about this game, I just love it. Forget Bejewelled Blitz, Angry Birds, or Farmville - they hold no interest for me. Mah jongg is my game. When I play games, which I don't do very often because I have other things I should be doing. What were they again? Oh, yeah, writing, writing, and more writing. Like knitting, you wouldn't believe how many plot points I've worked out over a game of Mah jongg.

3. I plot. Yeah, it seems counter-intuitive, I know, but let me explain. When I have issues with the current story I'm working on, I work on the plot for the next one. Often, that frees up the mind and allows me to work through the other problem.

4. I read. There's nothing like a good book to inspire you to get off your butt and break through The Block. That is all.

5. I watch a good movie. You have no idea how many times I've come up with my own stories by watching a well-crafted movie. Same goes for clever television shows.

Well, I think that covers it. Just a few of the things I do when I'm hit with The Block. What do you do? I'd love to read your responses - I'm always looking for new ideas!

TANTALIZING TUESDAY

It Was A Dark and Stormy Night…

By Shay MacLean


So, I sat down tonight to work on my current WIP (Work In Progress--for those of you not familiar with the term) and I realized that I had a couple of guest blogs to write…and no clue for a topic. I sat for quite a while racking my brain for a topic to use.

Nothing.

My eyes wandered aimlessly around my office, taking in my collection of dragons, my Tardis USB hub, miniature trinket box that looks like Minas Tirith from Lord of the Rings, and finally stopped on my puzzle.

Depicting Snoopy sitting on his dog house with his typewriter, studiously pounding the keys, a thought bubble above him with the famous writing prompt… “It was a dark and stormy night…”
Those words are an inspiration to me and if I’m not mistaken to a lot of other writers as well. They aren’t new by any means, but they were made famous by one of my favorite aspiring authors…Snoopy.

Whenever I need to think of a new idea for something, I often look to writing prompts for inspiration. Okay, I admit it I’m a writing prompt whore. I actively search them out all the time. Just the other day I downloaded Story Starters by Clifford Fryman to my Nook. Let’s face it as writer’s we’re sometimes too stressed over a current project or too eager to continue with one that when it comes to creating a blog post we often draw a blank.

Especially, when our muses and/or our characters are screaming at us that we need to finish their story or begin a new one. The appeal of doing one of those is often much more desirable than writing a blog. Not to all writers, but a good majority of the ones I’m friends with cringe when the word blog comes up in conversation. Me included.

Which makes the fact that I started my own blog even more spectacular. I’m still figuring out what kinds of posts I’ll be doing on it and I hope to have a schedule ironed out soon.
In the meantime…I’m thinking of making one day a writing prompt day on my blog. So in preparation for it, I’d like to propose a challenge. Take Snoopy’s writing prompt and finish it as the first line of a new story. If you feel like going past the first line, run with it. Here’s mine…

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind howled through the trees that lined the side of the road, buffeting Sati’s car, whipping it from side to side like a toy. Why had she agreed to go pick Devi up in this weather? She should have told her sister to just stay the night at her friend’s house. It didn’t help that she’d been having strange dreams revolving around storms lately either. The shadowy image of the extremely well-muscled man that had been stalking her in them drifted to the surface of her mind. He always emerged out of the rain to claim her…in every way…

Now it’s your turn. =D

Thank you, Gracen, for having me as a guest here. I really enjoyed writing this post.

Until we meet again….
Shay

Blurb

Dr. Wilhemina Brock prides herself on her ability to keep her private life with her husband Schyler just that – private. But when Keenan, the new nurse on staff, catches a glimpse of her tramp stamp, she’s coerced into spilling the story behind it, revealing how she broke the student-professor boundaries and hooked her husband.

Excerpt

Dr. Wilhemina Brock glanced in the mirror on the door of her locker. She frowned at the tight braid she'd twisted it into that morning. She reached up and released the clip holding it in place then shook out her long raven tresses. Soft wispy locks curled around her shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure dancing on her skin. Much better. Smiling to herself she grabbed her black t-shirt and started to pull it over her head.

A whistle sounded from the door. “Damn, that’s sexy.” A very masculine voice said.

Willa spun around, tugging the hem of her shirt into place. Keenan Fergason. The newest addition to the nursing staff. His muscular build, rugged features, reddish brown hair and sparkling green eyes had everyone lusting after him. She could feel the blush that stained her cheeks at his continued appraisal of her. “I don’t know what you're talking about, Keenan. I’ve gotta run. I’m meeting Schy for dinner in half an hour.” She reached up to stuff her lab coat into her locker and felt the bottom of her shirt raise above her low cut jeans.

“I’m not letting you leave here until you give me the dirt on that sexy tramp stamp you’re sporting there, Dr. Willa,” Kee said.

She glanced over in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows as he said the words tramp stamp. Shit. Just what she needed. News of her guilty pleasure traveling all over the hospital as she was finishing up her residency.

Links
www.shaymaclean.com
http://scorchedsheets.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome.html#comments


Buy link
Dreams N Fantasies
Wicked Ink Press

Publisher link
http://www.keithpublications.com/

Author Info

Shay has been writing most of her life. As a teenager, she focused mainly on poetry, but still dabbled in writing short stories. She didn't find her niche though until she started listening to the characters in her head whispering about the dark and sensual worlds to be explored in erotic romance. Now when she's not engrossed in a great read, she listens intently when her muse murmurs seductively in her ear. She also enjoys photography and graphic design. And although she isn’t an artist by any means she designed the tattoo featured in Shooting Stars. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

You can contact her at shay@shaymaclean.com or on her Facebook Page.

TWILIGHT THURSDAY

Hi! I’m Flora, the roman goddess of flowers and springtime. I am also connected with fertility as I specialize in plants that bear fruit, and many of them do! April signifies a time of rebirth. A Saxon sister-goddess, Eastre, has also evolved, over time. As the Christian religion absorbed deities and skewed their meanings to retain converts discourage continued worship of what they considered to be “out-dated deities”, the Easter Bunny and subsequent celebrations evolved. While her name, Eastre, was skewed, her meanings were not lost. She too represented fertility, springtime and offspring. This ideal is represented by the Easter Bunny’s connection to eggs. Eggs are a direct correlation to fertility and offspring, as all animals – human and animal – begin in some way as an egg.

We are celebrating the birth and renewal of plants, people and offspring – all births are important!

Before we begin, I must remind everyone of the Moonlight Mistresses boring rule to please try and keep your responses to a PG13 atmosphere – *eye roll*. However, they haven’t seemed to care about double entendres, so let them fly!

My guests today are, Cody Redsun and Gage Neary from Westburg, Texas. Their tale can be found in Undercover Nights a novel creation by Patricia Logan.

Flora: Thank you Cody and Gage for joining us today! Please, Cody, tell our readers how you two first met. Was it by your design, or Mine? I was sent to investigate a deadly neurotoxin poisoning of an elderly patient at Mercy General Hospital. Oh, I should probably preface that by saying that I am actually called Special Agent Cody Redsun of the FBI, out of the Houston office. Gage Neary was the dear dead lady’s physical therapist and had given her the topical cream which caused her death. He immediately became my prime suspect in her murder.

Gage: When Cody first approached me there in the hospital, I wasn’t having an easy time of it. He was very professional with me however. He put me at ease right away.

Flora: Cody, would you say it was love at first sight or did you find Gage repulsive? *laughs* Repulsive? The farthest thing from repulsive! The man is magnificent from the top of his long black haired head to the bottom of his six and a half foot frame. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that it was love at first sight, but most definitely lust.

Gage: Repulsive? Hardly! The man is sex on a stick! Well over six foot tall and all muscled Native American Warrior. Hair to his butt… wow!

Flora: Oh, how interesting. Since chaotic happenstance tends to put characters like yourselves in situations where they must work together or live together for one reason or another, tell us what chaotic happenstance “forced” the two of you to work or live together. How did you both feel about this?

Cody: Well, I wanted to clear him of the hideous murder. I could hear the honesty in his answers and the man had no motive whatsoever.

Gage: I on the other hand was angry that the gorgeous Native American Special Agent was sent to pin me down as the primary suspect in the murder of one of my patients. Being thought of as a suspect for such a heinous crime, was unthinkable.

Flora: Oh, of course that would create a great deal of angst right from the start. Gage, would you say that your relationship developed easily or would you say there was some reluctance? What kind of obstacles were there?

Gage: *chuckling* I think it would be an overstatement to say that the relationship developed easily. There was a murder charge hanging over my head and Texas is a death penalty state. But Cody is kind and a skilled agent and he seemed anxious to clear me right from the very beginning.

Flora: How long did it take you to know your true feelings for the other? At what point did you know, “this is the one”?

Cody: I think I knew how much I desperately loved Gage the moment he turned that violet gaze on me. My heart swelled in my chest and I found it difficult even to breathe.

Gage: The moment I realized just how much he’d suffered at the hands of another, alone, abandoned, bleeding, and bereft of human compassion; I wanted to heal all those wounds, put his life back together and care for him for the rest of his life.

Flora: This is for either of you. Would you like to thank anyone – other than me, of course – for getting you two together?

Gage: I’d like to thank my lucky stars that God brought Cody into my life. He’s the most special and caring human being I’ve ever known. I couldn’t have made it through the past few months without him.

Cody: I have no one to thank but Gage himself. He put his trust in me, not only by putting his life in my hands, but by holding my heart, a heart I was convinced had shriveled into nothing all those years ago in the desert.

Flora: As we are celebrating fertility and offspring this month, tell us, Cody and Gage do you plan on having children in the future NOTE: If a m/m or f/f storyline, this could relate to adoption or you can ditch the question completely. Whatever you’re comfortable with? Why or why not? How many do you think you’ll want? Do you prefer sons or daughters, or does it not matter?

Cody: Well, as you can imagine, I have a very dangerous job and because of it, we’ve talked a lot about this. I wouldn’t want to leave Gage to raise a child alone if something were to happen. I would however love to raise a child in a happy home, something I never had. I wouldn’t care whether we had boys or girls, just a child to love.

Gage: Paige Neary, my mom, is very excited about us adopting a child in the future. She so desperately loves us and would make a great grandmother. As far as Cody’s job goes, we are here for the time that God gives us on this earth and I would cherish our child if something were to happen to him.

Flora: Do either of you garden? Why or why not?

Cody: Oh no! I kill house plants much less subject outdoor plants to my black thumb.

Gage: *chuckling* He’s not as bad as all that. We have just purchased our first home and have a long commute to work. He works in Houston and I work in Westburg, an Austin suburb. We live in between but the drive really doesn’t give us a whole lot of time to putter around the garden. I’ve always lived in an apartment before and I’m just learning to appreciate my outdoor living space. I planted some roses last week.

Flora: Good heavens! House plant murderer!. What are your favorite flowers or plants? What significance do they hold for you?

Gage: Well like I said, I just planted roses, red ones. I hope they signify love.

Cody: I grew up in the desert on our rez. I can remember the spring when the cactus would bloom. That was beautiful. Wow, I haven’t even thought about that for fifteen years. I guess, I like flowers but I couldn’t tell you what kind.

Flora: Thanks so much to Cody Redsun and Gage Neary for joining us today! Now, I’d like to take some time to speak with their author, Patricia Logan. Thanks for joining us today, Patricia Logan! First, I’d like to start with some of the questions I asked Cody and Gage. Do you garden? Why or why not?

Patricia Logan: Yes, I’m an avid gardener.

Flora: Do you prefer vegetables and fruits, flowers, or both? Which ones are your favorites?

Patricia Logan: I grow a combination of fruit trees, vines and bushes as well as flowers and trees. I also grow my own herbs and vegetables.

Flora: If you had the chance to do so, would you participate in a community garden? Why or why not? (If you have done this before, please share your experience!)

Patricia Logan: I wish I had the time to do that. My schedule is completely insane. If I had the time, I’d do it. That’s a good thing to do when I’m ready for retirement.

Flora: Flowers, trees and plants offer a variety of aromas. What would you say is your favorite aroma and why?

Patricia Logan: I like citrus, lemon especially because it’s so fresh and clean. I also grow rosemary for cooking and I have a jasmine trellis in my back yard. Of course, I also have over 60 rose bushes, so you could say that’s another favorite.

Flora: A growing trend these days is to grow tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, beans and peppers upside down while growing other smaller plants like lettuce, radishes, cress or herbs on top. Is this something you’ll try or have done? Why or why not?

Patricia Logan: I have not tried them because I have no overhanging balconies from which to hang them. If I did, I think it would be a wonderful way to grow veggies. I am forever taking insects and worms away from my veggies. To grow off the ground would be great.

Flora: Considering your favorite flower, plant, and/or aroma, have these tastes shown up in your writing? If so, how – If not, why not?

Patricia Logan: Yes as a matter of fact citrus scented candles are used in one of the scenes in an upcoming book, “Warrior Nights”. A few of my guys are great cooks and use lemon in cooking.

Flora: If you’ve used plants/flowers other than your favorite ones in your stories, what were they, what story were they in, and why did you choose them?

Patricia Logan: Well my current work in progress is called “A Very Good Year” and one of the main characters is a vintner in a small town winery in Westburg, Texas. We do a lot with grapes, vines and other ingredients to wine making, spices, cedar and wood aromas.

Flora: Patricia Logan, is there anything you’d like readers to know about you that I didn’t ask?

Patricia Logan: Well yes indeed. “Undercover Nights”, the book in which Cody and Gage appear is the second book in the Armadillo Series. The first book is called “Leather Nights” and is also available now. The third and final book in that series is called “Warrior Nights” and be released on June 8, 2011. I have another stand alone novel by the name of “Gypsy Knight” which comes out Oct. 12, 2011 and have several other series underway. Please look for a bunch of books soon.

Flora: I’m sorry folks, but that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks to Cody Redsun, Gage Neary and their author, Patricia Logan, for joining us today and giving us some great answers. We hope you’ll check out their story, Undercover Nights.

To learn more about their author, Patricia Logan, visit: https://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100002285431948

BLURB: Gentle Gage Neary has been accused of the most horrific of crimes, murder. The victims are not just anyone; they’re the physical therapist’s innocent patients. Gage doesn’t need more complications in his life. He’s already in the midst of ending a miserable relationship when he finds himself the prime suspect in an FBI investigation. Cody Redsun, the smokin hot FBI agent assigned to investigate the crimes, decides that it’s Gage he’d rather probe for answers.

When they find their own lives threatened, Cody gives himself a new assignment; keep Gage alive until he can find the actual killer. While the true menace to the two men seems to be clear, Cody hides a tortured past that is just as threatening to their deepening bond. As the danger heats up, so do the two men, burning only for each other and the fiery passion that promises to consume them.




EXCERPT: Gage woke sometime in the night covered in sweat. Cody lay on the bed beside him, the muscles in his arms bunched as he raised his hands against some invisible attacker.

“Stop!” Cody shrieked. “I can’t take it Uncle! Okay! I’ll do it!” Cody was panting, flailing arms, covering his face from unseen blows. “Again, yes again! I will do anything! Please just stop…” he whimpered, a little boy’s voice coming from him. “Please just stop,” he sighed and Gage noticed the blood running from Cody’s lips.

Gage watched the man as his teeth clamped down, cutting into the ragged lips again and again as he tried to bite through them. Gage had to stop this somehow; he realized that Cody was still asleep, though deeply locked in a primal fight for his survival. He reached for him, wrapping his long arms around Cody as he crooned into his ear. “It’s okay baby, I’m here… Gage is here Cody… shh.”

Cody struggled for a moment, his whimpering cries echoing around the walls of the apartment, before going limp in Gage’s arms. Gage continued to rock Cody, absorbing his tears as they fell. Cody wound his arms around Gage, pulling Gage in tight as the silent tears turned to sobs which wracked his body. Gage smoothed his hands over Cody’s back, pushing aside his hair and laying his warm palms directly on the ravaged scars so that Cody would feel the tenderness in his touch. “No more pain Cody, no more. Only love baby. All you feel now is love.”

Cody was sobbing, clinging to Gage as if he’d never breathe again, never be able to escape the beast that filled his memories, his nightmares, the dark places in his soul. Gage could only hope that little by little, he was replacing the beast, filling the empty spaces that the monster had left all those years ago.

Gage moved his palms to another area of Cody’s back, pressing softly against the ravaged skin as Cody’s sobs quieted to silent tears. “Gage?” Cody choked out.

“Yes baby, it’s Gage. I’m here, love. Shh, I’m not leaving.” He moved his warm hands to another place that hadn’t been touched yet, pressing down as he soothed the tortured soul that was Cody.


Cody seemed to relax with Gage’s soft voice at his ear. “I’m sorry Gage. I’m sorry. I never wanted you to know. I wanted to protect you from me.”

Gage couldn’t wrap his mind around the phrase. Was it possible that Cody thought he had anything to do with his own brutalization and was now worried about protecting Gage from himself? “Sorry Cody? Sorry for what?”

***

Cody pulled out of Gage’s hug, lifting his head as he stared down into Gage’s tear filled eyes. His eyes traced over Gage’s beautiful face looking for the pity that he’d expected to see. He knew he’d leave if he saw it. He could live with his own shame but not if he shamed Gage. There was no pity in the violet depths, no condemnation. Gage’s eyes reflected back love. Cody blinked. He’d never seen love in anyone’s eyes before. He couldn’t ever remember seeing that in his mother’s eyes before her death. He rarely looked into her eyes, unable to bear her pain.

“What could you possibly have to be sorry for sweetheart?” Gage lifted his head and kissed Cody’s lips softly.

Cody laid his head back down on Gage’s muscular shoulder; pursing his lips, he found his mark on Gage’s neck as he brushed his mouth lightly against it. He closed his eyes as Gage’s warm hands moved again on his back, pressing softly as Gage healed him even more with a loving touch.

Wistful Wednesday

Join Susan Kronick, author of the autobiographical paranormal, Sarah, They’re Coming For You, as she virtually tours the blogosphere April 4 – May 27 2011 on her first virtual book tour withPump Up Your Book!

About Susan Kronick

Susan Kronick’s background is the perfect backdrop leading up to her latest paranormal novel,Sarah, They’re Coming for You. She has a Master of Science in Psychology from Nova Southeastern University and a Ph.D. in Paranormal Studies/Psychology from Union Institute and Graduate School, as well as being an adjunct psychology professor at Barry University and Palm Beach State College. A psychic and a medium, she has the gift of seeing the dead since she was a child. She also has taught parapsychology classes through the Palm Beach County School Board, as well as at Palm Beach State College. Susan has extensive experience in the area of investigations of haunting and the paranormal. She lives with her husband and her four spoiled rescue dogs in south Florida. You can visit her website atwww.susankronick.webs.com. “Like” her page at Facebook athttp://www.facebook.com/pages/susan-kronick/156870670886.

About Sarah, They’re Coming for You

Restless spirits of the dead, torment the living for many reasons. But the dark hunters seek one thing. It is not God’s blessing, but a soul for eternity.

For years, Sarah was tormented by these seekers. Each passing year they gained strength. Guided by her great great grandfather Hermann-who intercedes on her behalf-Sarah had faith, but now, she feels her faith in Hermann is slipping, and she grows spiritually weaker.

When a mysterious woman—a link from the past—enlightens Sarah of her journey, every thing falls into place. Sarah has a connection between her ancestral family and her own haunting from the rogue ghosts in the after life. They seek her in order to claim two family members with a single soul.

One thing left to do for Sarah. Go to the family home in Austria and face the ghosts head on, or lose her soul forever.

TANTALIZING TUESDAY

Hi! I’m Flora, the roman goddess of flowers and springtime. I am also connected with fertility as I specialize in plants that bear fruit, and many of them do! April signifies a time of rebirth. A Saxon sister-goddess, Eastre, has also evolved, over time. As the Christian religion absorbed deities and skewed their meanings to retain converts discourage continued worship of what they considered to be “out-dated deities”, the Easter Bunny and subsequent celebrations evolved. While her name, Eastre, was skewed, her meanings were not lost. She too represented fertility, springtime and offspring. This ideal is represented by the Easter Bunny’s connection to eggs. Eggs are a direct correlation to fertility and offspring, as all animals – human and animal – begin in some way as an egg.

We are celebrating the birth and renewal of plants, people and offspring – all births are important!

Before we begin, I must remind everyone of the Moonlight Mistresses boring rule to please try and keep your responses to a PG13 atmosphere – *eye roll*. However, they haven’t seemed to care about double entendres, so let them fly!

My guests today are, Veronica Spelling and Travis Hunter from Richmond, Virginia. Their tale can be found in Wicked Wager Among Friends – Tales from Lucifer’s Lair, a novel creation by Cassandre Dayne.

Flora: Thank you Veronica and Travis for joining us today! Please, Veronica tell our readers how you two first met. Was it by your design, or his?

Veronica: We met quite by accident in the grocery story trying to grab the same delicious grapefruit. Somehow we started talking and had a drink at the Flamingo Rustler, a local restaurant and bar, and we’ve been friends ever since.

Flora: Travis, would you say it was love at first sight or did you find her repulsive?

Travis: I thought she was perky and sweet. Little did I know she had a devilish personality hidden under her golden blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Flora: Devilish, I like that. I think that adds a spark in a relationship. Since chaotic happenstance tends to put characters like yourselves in situations where they must work together or live together for one reason or another, tell us what chaotic happenstance “forced” the two of you to work or live together. How did you both feel about this?

Veronica: Travis was the male friend I could always go to when I needed something. Whether it was some handyman work around the house or a guy’s thoughts, Travis was and still is my best buddy. Then something happened between us and I was the one that wanted to explore a more personal relationship.

Travis: I always thought she was beautiful and while I prefer men, or so I thought, there was something beguiling about her. She was easy to adore. And now, she’s simply incredible.

Flora: Ah, interesting Travis. I understand you’re now both in a relationship with a third. Travis, would you say that your relationship developed easily or would you say there was some reluctance? What kind of obstacles were there?

Travis: First of all I didn’t want to disappoint Veronica or hurt her. I was terrified that exploring a physical relationship would destroy our friendship. I also wasn’t completely sure I would enjoy being with a woman, but together, along with Jonathan by our side, we all love each other. Once we figured out we wanted to explore another type of relationship together as three, it became easy.

Flora: How long did it take you to know your true feelings for the other? At what point did you know, “this is the one”?

Veronica: I don’t know about Travis, but I adored him from the beginning and slowly as we developed a tight friendship, I knew I was falling in love. The moment we kissed, I knew.

Travis: I think the same way, except that when she propositioned me with her wicked wager, I was floored and really didn’t know that she felt that strongly. When I managed to wrestle with my fears and the first time we were together, there was no turning back.

Flora: This is for either of you. Would you like to thank anyone – other than me, of course – for getting you two together?

Veronica: I would just like to say thank you to Travis for trusting me.

Travis: And I have to say Veronica for her patience and love and every day that we share together.

Flora: As we are celebrating fertility and offspring this month, tell us, Veronica and Travis do you plan on having children in the future Why or why not? How many do you think you’ll want? Do you prefer sons or daughters, or does it not matter?

Veronica: We’ve talked about it with Jonathan and in truth, we want beautiful children as a family together.

Travis: I think we’d love to have at least two.
Veronica: One by each father!

Flora: Do either of you garden? Why or why not?

Veronica: I love the outdoors but I’m terrible with gardening.

Travis: I’m the green thumb in the family!

Flora: It’s nice to have the man into gardening for a change. What are your favorite flowers or plants? What significance do they hold for you?

Veronica: White roses. It’s the first bouquet that Travis bought for me.

Travis: I love tulips because their rich colors remind me of the many vibrant sides of Veronica’s personality.

Flora: Thanks so much to Veronica and Travis for joining us today! Now, I’d like to take some time to speak with their author, Cassandre Dayne Thanks for joining us today, Cassandre! First, I’d like to start with some of the questions I asked Veronica and Travis. Do you garden? Why or why not?

Cassandre: I love gardening and have one with flowers and vegetables – especially tomatoes. I am one of those girls that loves fresh mulch!

Flora: Do you prefer vegetables and fruits, flowers, or both? Which ones are your favorites?

Cassandre: I love them both and honestly, I have too many personal favorites to be able to mention them all.

Flora: If you had the chance to do so, would you participate in a community garden? Why or why not? (If you have done this before, please share your experience!)

Cassandre: The real girl, Bethany works with Community Associations and I have set up community gardens with the owners, tended and watered enjoyed with them. It’s a wonderful community wide effort and gives them something to tend and talk over too.

Flora: Flowers, trees and plants offer a variety of aromas. What would you say is your favorite aroma and why?

Cassandre: I do love the smell of roses, but I love fresh greenery and the smell of fresh mulch and about every flower in the spring.

Flora: A growing trend these days is to grow tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, beans and peppers upside down while growing other smaller plants like lettuce, radishes, cress or herbs on top. Is this something you’ll try or have done? Why or why not?

Cassandre: I’ve seen and have friends that enjoy, but it’s just not something I’ve tried simply because I have a larger garden.

Flora: Considering your favorite flower, plant, and/or aroma, have these tastes shown up in your writing? If so, how – If not, why not?

Cassandre: Nature does show up in my writing as I love the smell of the ocean or the puffs of white in a blue sky. I always give off the scents of nature wherever the characters are.

Flora: If you’ve used plants/flowers other than your favorite ones in your stories, what were they, what story were they in, and why did you choose them?

Cassandre: I can’t think of anything specific because I tend to infuse tastes and smells throughout.

Flora: Cassandre, is there anything you’d like readers to know about you that I didn’t ask?

Cassandre: I am a furry friend lover and have two dogs who enjoy being outside. We love to play, especially in the spring time.

Flora: I’m sorry folks, but that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks to Veronica and Travis and their author, Cassandre, for joining us today and giving us some great answers. We hope you’ll check out their story, Wicked Wager Among Friends – Tales from Lucifer’s Lair.

To learn more about their author, Cassandre Dayne, visit: http://www.cassandredayne.com

BLURB:

Veronica Spelling was used to getting what she wanted, but not with men. She had long desired her best friend, Travis Hunter, for years. Golden, masculine and perfect, her mouth watered for him. And while they had admitted their kinky proclivities over long nights and tasty margaritas, he had never indulged. So she decided to take matters into her own hands and kick up the heat one wild night, suggesting a wicked little wager of pool. The prize? If she ended up the winner then she would receive her most heavenly desired wish, to be taken in the ass by a man for the first time. If he did, then she would become his sex slave for twenty-four luscious hours.

The only problem? He was decidedly gay, had only been with a woman once and was in a casual relationship with their mutual friend, Jonathan. Then there was that itching little problem of whether he could get it up or not. Against the odds, Travis finally determined his true feelings about the luscious vixen and won the bet. During those twenty-four hours, he fulfilled her most erotic fantasies. As morning dawned and reality set in, the question about Jonathan’s acceptance settled into their reality, and Veronica was left with a haunted feeling. Unsure of what to say, they left each other without further words. Could their combined friendship survive the blatant sensual act or would their entire world be turned upside down forever?


EXCERPT:

Travis eyed the surly man before turning his gaze back to Veronica. She seemed so vulnerable, like a tiny kitten needing to be protected and trained. And he planned on training her well. “Don’t worry Lucifer, I might just be falling in love.”

“You just remember what I said.” Lucifer turned a fake grin toward the attentive audience, gave Travis a high five and retreated back toward the kitchen, shaking his head.

Travis glided directly in front of her and took her hand, kissing her palm gently. “You were saying?” It was time to leave and not only to save further embarrassment, but he wasn’t sure he could walk any longer as the dense material continued to bite into his rock hard dick. They would talk in the morning and figure out if this scenario was nothing more than a tease. But there was no doubt what he wanted -- total control of her body, her passion and her very soul.

Veronica seemed to have a bit of trouble looking at him in his eyes. “Um, I said…I was saying… So back to the game?”

Travis stared at her wide-eyed. They were selling their souls to the devil but he couldn’t see a way around it without hurting her feelings. Then again, he didn’t want to stop either. He shivered from the realization. “All right. Where were we?”

“Do you accept the wager?”

He couldn’t believe she’d never experienced having a cock in her ass. At that moment, he wanted to teach her the finer art so badly his mouth watered from the thought. “Absolutely.” To be the one to touch her sweet little bud and inch his way inside the tight warmth of her stirred his swollen balls. How the hell was he going to concentrate on a sinful game?

She grinned, swirled the last bits of liquor around in her glass and set down the crystal with deliberately slow movements. Picking up the pool stick, she eyed the glossy pool balls. “I think it was my turn actually.” Veronica sauntered around the corner to take a shot and managed to get her foot hooked on the leg of the pool table. She grabbed the table and grinned, eyeing the bikers that stood watching with folded arms.

“Nervous little kitty vixen?” Travis snickered.

“That’s wild cat to you.”

Travis chuckled and contemplated the ramifications of what if. What if they had a torrid little affair that led to what he’d teased relentlessly about with her and the night morphed into a threesome and possibly something beyond that? What if she freaked out and refused to see him ever again? What if she couldn’t handle his need for erotic sex and his requirements for her to submit her body to him to pleasure with rapture and pain?

For the fiftieth time in less than a minute, Travis had second thoughts. He refused to hurt her. Sex and friendship never mixed and Travis knew better. He also knew Veronica had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was a good girl with conservative values. To bring her into the world of S & M was ridiculous and perhaps dangerous for her soul. No matter what she said, Veronica Spelling was not ready to be a submissive. As she leaned over the pool table and he caught the hint of her nipples, he froze. He had to stop this. Immediately. “Veronica! ”

His bedraggled word showered across her just as she took the shot.

And missed.

The entire room gasped as the ball seemed to tumble over two others and jump backwards on the table.

“Oh no!” A young biker gasped.

“Bloody hell!” Lucifer cried, edging forward.

Travis cringed. How the hell could the damn ball jump over her hands backward? “Fuck!”

She glared at the ball, turned as she heard the hiss of the crowd and then witnessed the strained expression on Travis’ face. Her hand flew to her mouth.

PHANTASM FRIDAY

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HOUSE ARREST BLURB:

Janet Harrison is the number-one reporter at Channel Ten News. She is also the go-to woman for every mobster in Chicago. She’s their mouthpiece. When they’re ready to snitch, they come to her and she is more than willing to listen—anything to put the big fish behind bars.

And she got a big fish: Salvatore “The Lip” Valinci. She also got herself in a whole lot of trouble. She stands before Judge Fernando Gonzales, in contempt of court for not revealing her sources. But that’s not the only trouble she’s in.

Judge Gonzales has had his eye on the beautiful, defiant reporter for some time. Contempt of court is small potatoes: Judge Gonzales wants to punish her in more ways than one.
Soon, “The Lip” is released on a technicality, and wants to even the score. If they work together, Janet and Fernando may survive the threat of death, but can they survive their unconventional relationship?

HOUSE ARREST EXCERPT:

“Does your client refuse to talk?” he asked Mr. McCaffy.

Tom McCaffy, the latest big-shot attorney from Riechchile, Williams, Reese, Johnson and Smith, claimed the title of mob lawyer with pride. Gonzales could tell by the look on his face that Janet Harrison was making him work harder than any mobster could.

“Oh, come on, Your Honor. You know the drill. She can’t rev—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But you and I have an obligation to this court, as you well know. And I know, you know, she knows who squealed, so it’s up to me to find out.”

“You’re wasting your time,” she huffed, talking out of turn. She then made a show of staring at her watch. “Look, I have a hair appointment. Can I go?”

Oh no she didn’t! She’d just looked straight at him as if talking to one of her girlfriends.

“Uh…Your Honor, what my client is trying to say is that it’s late, and if we can continue this at a later date, maybe by then—”

“I know what I meant!” she snapped at McCaffy.

“Please!’ McCaffy said, hitting her side.

Janet Harrison: Hellcat. And Fernando loved it. But her mouth just got her into more trouble than any mob boss ever could.

He held his breath and counted to ten in Spanish. When he looked back over the courtroom, she stood there grinning at him. She knew what she was doing. Or did she?

FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY BLURB:

Lacy Cunningham prides herself on being a prolific writer in the romance and erotica industry. However, for the first time, she’s stumped by her latest project—a ménage à trois. She’s doing everything to help get her creative juices flowing, from reading others works, buying non-fiction books on the subject to renting DVDs—everything short of participating in the act itself.

Her boyfriend, Marty and Jerry, her first crush from college, are more than willing to help her with her research. With Jerry arriving in town for vacation, Marty mentions the possibility of a ménage à trois, and Lacy mulls over taking her studies a bit further. But it’s going to take a lot of prodding on the guys’ part before she actually indulges in that kind of research.

FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY EXCERPT:

The teakettle went off just as Marty spoke. Maybe the sound of the whistle confused her, but she must have heard him correctly.

“You better tend to that.” She pointed toward the stove.

“Of course.” He got up and removed the kettle from the burner.

She watched him pour water into their cups. The smell of raspberry scented the air. He brought the cups over to the nook and sat back down.

“Now, where were we?” he asked.

“You said you meant to make the connection between my story and Jerry, in so many words.”

“Yeah. How do you feel about that?”

“You mean an actual threesome. Marty, I thought you and I had something.”

“We do. I love you. Would this question be a problem if the threesome included Jerry?”

Good question. Jerry had to be the sexist man on the planet, next to Marty, of course. When Jerry walked into a room, women and some men’s jaws dropped. Tall like Marty, his presence took one’s breath away. Where Marty had long, dark hair, Jerry’s was medium length and a deep golden honey color. She’d never seen anything like it.

His gray, soulful eyes made you melt. His lips begged for you to touch, kiss, and even lick them. When he smiled, his cheekbones became even more prominent. And he had a voice like a sultry caress. He could be talking about the weather and it made her panties wet.

Oh, God. She realized that she’d been paying way too much attention to Jerry. But she couldn’t still be attracted to him like that. Could she? She just found him attractive, two different things. Right?

“Well?”

Marty’s voice snapped her to attention. “Huh?”

“You were thinking about Jerry, weren’t you?” He smirked.

Damn! There he goes again. “Um…just thinking about this book.”

“The hell you were.” Marty took a gulp of tea. “Come on, Lacy, we’ve never kept secrets from each other. It’s okay if you find Jerry attractive. It’s okay if you feel a little something for him still. It’s okay if you think about both him and me—with you.”

Lacy had her cup to her lips, about to take a sip, when she stopped. “You’re kidding?”

“No. It’s only natural. Look, you’re writing a book on threesomes. I tell you that our mutual friend is coming by, a mutual friend who happens to be attractive to every straight woman on earth according to your friend Edith.”

Lacy had to snicker at that. Edith did make it a point to let Jerry know the sun rose and set with him.

“I’m not upset, if that’s what’s worrying you,” Marty continued.

“I’m not worried…anymore. I’m more confused now.” Confused? What an understatement.

“Understandable. The man you’ve been dating for some time just told you he’s not ticked you’re thinking of another dude, a mutual friend at that.”

“Duh!”

Marty reached over and took her hand, sending an electrical pulse to her soul. Pair that with his mesmerizing glare and she’d have sex with him in Times Square with the CNN news cameras going. Did adding Jerry to the mix make it any different?

“We can talk about this later. Jerry won’t be here for a couple of days.”

“You’re serious.” She couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t actually offer Jerry to you, or agree to anything. I’m just letting you know I understand if you have, let’s say, unconventional thoughts about the three of us.” Marty got up with his tea and left the room.


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Wistful Wednesday

My special guest today is the author of Rast. Please welcome Christopher Hoare!

Hanging in there by Christopher Hoare

This blog entry is about not giving up on a novel. The novel in question is my newest – the fantasy Rast released this March. Rast features the young prince, Egon, who must take control of the dangerous magic that destroys his father, th

e sorcerer king. Jady, his sweetheart, offers a strong supporting role in her action as guide for the princess who is destined to replace her as Egon’s consort. The story is both about overcoming the dangers to the kingdom and the resolution of the couple’s forbidden desire to marry.

It is the fifth of my published novels, but in fact is my oldest. I had it half written in the summer of 2002, when I had to put it aside to prepare for my winter contracting in the oil fields. I picked it up again the following summer when I joined the online writing group NovelDoc. I worked on progressive drafts over the next few years as it went though their successive month-long complete novel critiques.

One of the members had her own publishing company. She left NovelDoc due to pressure of commitments but a year later contacted me to do a read through and help polish her latest fantasy novel. In return she said she’d take a look at Rast. The next message I received was that she’d liked Rast ... a lot, and offered me a contract for it. Wow, that was easy.

At least two years passed, and then her deadlines slipped another year past release date – she had accepted more novels than she could now handle. I believe she’d lost a partner in the business. I hung on, because I was engaged in a long wrangle with the IRS for their potential pound of flesh – the ITIN I needed so they could tax my earnings as a non-American. Eventually, I gave up on the IRS, I had heard so many Americans express so much hate for the outfit I began to think that perhaps I didn’t want anything to do with them: not if I could avoid it. So I asked for and received a release of contract and started looking for a new home for.

Rast then started on a long trek through publishers who would accept the un-agented submission. It spent more years in in-trays and in piles on editors’ desks than were sufficient to glean responses like, “not for us”, or “we no longer accept fantasy” – or perhaps “oh, did we forget we had this?” that I would have found more honest. The submission before the last, Rast garnered scathing criticism of the first few pages.

So, when Lea Schizas at MuseItUp said everyone liked it I was quick to accept her contract offer. I think that Rast after all its tribulations has at last come home – and now we are sending it out to the readers who will decide whether the long journey has been worthwhile. Never give up.

Christopher Hoare lives with his wife, Shirley, and two shelter dogs, Coco and Emmie, in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies. As a lad he lived, breathed, and dreamed aeroplanes, won a place at RAE Farnborough learning to engineer them, but found the reality didn’t fit the dream. Did a stint in the army and then away to Libya to join the oil circus. Flying objects only appear as tools when they now appear in his writing.

His stories never take place next door to the lives most people live; the less charitable find similarity in characters who tend to be stubborn, independent, and contrarian. Perhaps there’s a connection between the worlds he portrays in fiction, and his working life in oil exploration in the Libyan Desert, the Canadian Arctic, and the mountains and forests of Western Canada.

He has written stories set in Anglo-Saxon Britain, in modern industrial projects, in the alternate world of Gaia, and the fantasy world of Rast. Sometimes known to satirize jobs and organizations he knows. Likes to write central characters who are smart, beautiful, and dangerous women who lead their male counterparts to fulfill dangerous duties they'd rather avoid. Gisel Matah in the Iskander series is perhaps the most Bond-like of these, but Jady in Rast can match her in many aspects.

Visit his website at http://www.christopherhoare.ca/ to learn much more, and download the free novella “Gisel Matah and the Slave Ship”. You can find his blog at http://trailowner.blogspot.com/

About Rast:

In Rast, magic is not a convenient parlour trick, it’s a deadly force that takes no prisoners. Those who must wield it are doomed, for it never ceases to work within the mind and nerves until it destroys its master.

And now, the time of the interregnum is here; the reigning sorcerer king, the Drogar of Rast, is struggling for a last grasp on magic power while his heir, Prince Egon, must take up the deadly mantle. Egon is fearful but courageous in his duty. Not one peril threatens Rast, but many.

While he struggles to tame the magic to his command the mechanistic Offrang adventurers arrive to seize the land for their empire. The Offrangs don’t just disbelieve in magic, they treat any attempt to discuss it with withering scorn. Then, when the Drogar falters, the North Folk sweep out in their multitudes to cover the land of Rast at the behest of their depraved Casket of Scrolls. Deepning too, a creature of earth magic in its mountain pools, stirs to gain power enough to conquer Rast.

The Prince’s sweetheart Jady does her best to support him, but she is not strong enough in the power of the lineage to bear him a magic wielding heir. She sets out to meet the caravansi of the cousin princess who is sent to be his consort with duty and anger both warring in her mind. The crisis will reveal surprising enemies, surprising friends, and as the Drogar tells Jady, “Even a Drogar may not see a future not yet determined.” While Egon goes west to spy on the Offrangs and Jady makes her way east, the oracle provided by the Pythian that lives in a cavern beneath the palace reveals, “You have no high point to see the scattered threads but must trust to those who grasp them.”

Everyone, enemy and friend, has a part to play in the preservation of Rast.

Mystic Monday

I haven't been posting my own posts lately because, well, let's just say that I've been distracted by the politics of my home state, and many of the illegal and questionable things that have been going on. I've been so angry and disgusted by them, that I haven't felt much like posting. As you can tell, I'm still grumbling about the whole mess.

I had a bunch of stuff written, but I deleted it because this isn't a political forum, but a novel forum. So, what are your favorite novels? Who wrote these books? What are they about and why are they your favorites?

PHANTASM FRIDAY

I haven’t blogged much lately because I’ve lost the inspiration to write anything entertaining! And let’s face it my blogs have pretty much sucked over the last few months! So, for today’s post I decided to go back to my first love…paranormal creatures and the mythology behind them.

Who carved the Ten Commandments? No, this isn’t turning into a lesson on Christianity. My Christian upbringing would say God carved them and gave them to Moses. However, in Judaic tradition a tiny insect called a Shamir carved the Ten Commandments. Neat, huh?

Sharmir’s could carve stone, wood and could break glass. Hmm…I didn’t realize there was glass back during the Ten Commandments timeframe. How about you?

Judaic legend tells how King Solomon used a Shamir to carve a great temple to God. But King Solomon didn’t have a Shamir handy, so like all good kings, he used nefarious means to obtain one! Using his knowledge of magic, he bound an Afreet to him. I was unaware King Solomon had any knowledge of magic *shrugs*, just a wee tidbit left out of the bible, I reckon. Are you wondering what an Afreet is? Well, I’m about to tell you. An Afreet is a tribe of demons or djinns in Arabic and Muslim folklore. For those not up on their “djinn” translation, a djinn is technically a Genie, like the genies you’d find in a bottle that grants you three wishes.

So, the Djinn/Afreet helps King Solomon discover the location of a Shamir. One problem, the Shamir is protected by a woodcock living atop a mountain. King Solomon sends his servant, Benaiah to apprehend the Shamir. But when Benaiah arrived at the woodcock’s nest, he found unprotected nestlings. Using his smarticles (as my children would say) he placed a sheet of glass over the nest. Upon the woodcock’s return, it realized it couldn’t get to its nestlings by pecking at the glass. It took the Shamir out from under it’s wing and placed it on the glass. The glass immediately broke. Benaiah was ready, he leapt out of hiding to seize the Shamir and placed it in a lead-lined box to keep it safe on the return home.

Thanks to the Shamir, King Solomon was able to cut the stones to build the great temple to God’s glory! That myth was certainly not in the Holy Bible! I love this story and how it gives King Solomon an interesting personality, even if it shows how manipulative he was.

I am so using the Shamir in my Road to Hell series. I know exactly what its new duties will be!

Hope you enjoyed today’s mythical creature. Have a fantastic weekend everyone!

Huggles,
Gracen

Twilight Thursday

Today, I have as a special guest Tom McLaughlin, author of Borneo Tom! Please give him a warm Moonlighter welcome.

Didn’t take care of your ancestor’s grave? Forgot to offer proper respect to those who have passed before you?

Not to worry! The Chinese Festival of the Hungry Ghost will assuage the spirits.

The day begins at sunset as small fires are lit in front of homes and businesses here in Kuching, Malaysian Borneo. At nearby temple, a large barrel filled with flame begins to consume vast quantities of fake paper money and other apologies to appease the spirits whose final resting place have not been cleaned, weed free and head stones scrubbed.

In the temple, large and small hampers of food, some containing expensive whiskies but most with fruit and rice are offered to the gods. Each has a tag with a number. As the small crowd gathers and at the moment deemed most favourable by the elders, the tags are scattered and the people scramble hoping to get the tag that represents the expensive offering.

The boxes of food are distributed, the fires extinguished and the Hungry Ghosts appeased for another year. Yet, this festival is a reminder to keep the final resting place in good order or the revenge of the Hungry Ghost may visit you during the year!

Tom McLaughlin lives and teaches in Malaysian Borneo where he has introduced his students to Edgar Allen Poe and the Raven , Nevermore. His book, Borneo Tom, related in sketch and verse heis adventures and travels throughout Southeast Asia. www.borneotom.com

Tantalizing Tuesday

There's a contest announcement at the end of this interview, so be sure to stick around!

Before we begin, I must remind everyone of the Moonlight Mistresses boring rule to please try and keep your responses to a PG13 atmosphere – *eye roll*. However, they haven’t seemed to care about double entendres, so let them fly!

My guests today are, Sheriff Reed Bennett and Marly Hanson from Dreyerville, Michigan. Their tale can be found in A SONG FOR MY MOTHER, a novel creation by Kat Martin.

Flora: Thank you Reed and Marly for joining us today! Please, Reed, tell our readers how you two first met. Was it by your design, or hers?

Reed: I live a house next door to Marly’s mother. We met when Marly came home to visit after she had run away from home twelve years earlier.

Flora: Marly, would you say it was love at first sight or did you find him repulsive?

Marly: Reed is a good looking man, smart and caring. I was attracted to him the first time I saw him but I didn’t want to get involved in a relationship with a man who lived in a town I hated.

Flora: Since chaotic happenstance tends to put characters like yourselves in situations where they must work together or live together for one reason or another, tell us what chaotic happenstance “forced” the two of you to work or live together. How did you both feel about this?

Marly: Since Reed lived next door, my daughter Katie and Reed’s son Ham became good friends. I had to be nice to him--though I didn’t really want to.

Reed: I was taken with Marly from the moment I saw her. I didn’t like that she and her mother barely spoke. I wanted to see them rebuild the bonds that I believed the two really felt for each other.

Flora: Reed, would you say that your relationship developed easily or would you say there was some reluctance? What kind of obstacles were there?

Reed: Plenty of resistance from Marly! She was pretty much a man-hater. And her little girl was just recovering from brain cancer, so she really had her hands full. I had to be VERY persistent.

Flora: How long did it take you to know your true feelings for the other? At what point did you know, “this is the one”?

Marly: I distrusted Reed from the moment I met him. Then someone told me he was seeing another woman and was only trying to use me. When that turned out to be a falsehood, I began to trust him and then I was falling in love.

Flora: This is for either of you. Would you like to thank anyone – other than me, of course – for getting you two together?

Marly: My mom got us together. She wanted me and Katie to move back to Dreyerville and she believed Reed was the perfect man for me.

Reed: Ham and Katie did a lot to bring us together. They are two really great kids.

Flora: As we are celebrating fertility and offspring this month, tell us, Reed and Marly, do you plan on having children in the future? Why or why not? How many do you think you’ll want? Do you prefer sons or daughters, or does it not matter?

Reed: I definitely want kids. My first wife died and I love Ham so much. I’d be happy to have a house full.

Marly: I never thought I wanted more children till I saw Ham and Katie together and realized that having more children meant a lot to me. Reed wants them, too, so we are definitely having more.

Flora: Do either of you garden? Why or why not?

Marly: Now that I am back in the country instead of the city, I hope to do a lot of gardening.

Reed: think I’ll just sit back and enjoy Marly and how pretty she looks out there with the flowers.

Flora: Typical of most men. *laughs* What are your favorite flowers or plants? What significance do they hold for you?

Marly: I love roses. They are just so romantic.

Reed: I like snap dragons, a real man’s flower.

Flora: I find red rocket snap dragons to be the heartiest variety with the deepest hue of red! Thanks so much to Reed and Marly for joining us today! Now, I’d like to take some time to speak with their author, Kat Martin. Thanks for joining us today, Kat.

Kat: Very nice to be here.

Flora: First, I’d like to start with some of the questions I asked Reed and Marly. Do you garden? Why or why not?

Kat: I’m afraid, being a workaholic, I have zero time to garden. I do however love flowers and almost always have fresh flowers in my house.

Flora: Do you prefer vegetables and fruits, flowers, or both? Which ones are your favorites?

Kat: Like Marly, I love roses – pink and yellow are my favorites. I love strawberries and peaches.

Flora: If you had the chance to do so, would you participate in a community garden? Why or why not? (If you have done this before, please share your experience!)

Kat: My husband does the gardening in our family. We usually have so many veggies in the summer we can’t eat them all!

Flora: Quite a difference from Reed! *chuckles* Flowers, trees and plants offer a variety of aromas. What would you say is your favorite aroma and why?

Kat: Strawberries and peaches smell great. Lilacs and jasmine are marvelous.

Flora: A growing trend these days is to grow tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, beans and peppers upside down while growing other smaller plants like lettuce, radishes, cress or herbs on top. Is this something you’ll try or have done? Why or why not?

Kat: I bought my husband three of those upside down tomato plant growers. He could never get tomatoes to grow and that year we had big fat juicy ones.

Flora: Considering your favorite flower, plant, and/or aroma, have these tastes shown up in your writing? If so, how – If not, why not?

Kat: Roses show up a lot. I wrote two books - The Silent Rose, and Scent of Roses - that had them in the titles!

Flora: I’m sorry folks, but that’s all the time we have for today. Thanks to Reed and Marly, and their author, Kat Martin for joining us today and giving us some great answers. We hope you’ll check out their story, A SONG FOR MY MOTHER.

BLURB: Years after running away with her boyfriend in her junior year of high school, Marly Hanson returns to Dreyerville at the request of her daughter, Katie, who has recently been treated for brain cancer. Katie has never met her grandmother, Marly's mother, Winnie. But Marly and Winnie have been estranged for years and confronting the past for each of them is painful. The homecoming is bittersweet, but revisiting the conflict between them is crucial if Marly and her mother are ever to find the bond they shared before Marly left Dreyerville.

To complicate matters, living next door to Winnie is handsome sheriff and widower Reed Bennett, and his son, Ham, who is close to Katie's age. Ham and Katie become fast friends, while their parents find their attraction to one another going deeper than mere friendship. But Marly's time in Dreyerville is limited and risking her heart isn't something she's willing to do.

As the days slip past, and though she tries to avoid it, Marly and Reed become more deeply involved. Can she risk loving the handsome sheriff and give up the the futer she worked so hard to forge for herself and her daughter? Can she make a life in Dreyerville after what happened all those years ago?Will Marly finally realize that her true destiny and ultimate happiness lie in coming to terms with her past?

To learn more about their author, Kat Martin,
visit: www.Katmartin.com
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check out Kat's Contest Page!