Justice Labelle’s 21st birthday didn’t go as planned. A government experiment attacked one of her friends, her ex-boyfriend returned to town and she met a dangerous vampyre whom she feels connected to and she doesn’t understand why.
Between an ex who won’t stop trying to reconnect, a friend’s life is withering away, and a mysterious vampyre who seems to be following her, Justice is struggling to keep up with her academics.
If only she could figure out why she has a strange sense that she knows that vampyre from somewhere…
Despite her chaotic life, Justice searches for answers and she unravels disturbing secrets about the government and her ex-boyfriend. The more she searches the more she puts her life in danger, but she will not sit by and allow chaos to ravage her world. Ignoring the many warnings from her ex-boyfriend, Justice will do whatever it takes to save her friend, even if that means facing a certain death.
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Justice Labelle always had her life perfectly planned. Her goals were to graduate from University and get into law school. Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself. Well, not her technically. It may have been her body, but those actions weren’t intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Justice is afraid she’s losing her mind, but when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, maybe she isn’t all that crazy!
I RAN THROUGH what seemed like a long tunnel. It was dark the further I went, losing the light from the stable. I kept my hands on the damp wall and kept moving, while I heard the familiar voice yelling out. There was a point where the wall curved, and far ahead I saw an opening. I think I heard squeaking, and I could have been wrong but I think I had kicked a few rats with my haste speed.
I didn’t stop running. I couldn’t stop running.
I kept moving toward the familiar voice, as my heart drummed wildly in my chest. My mind kept telling me that it was Rene. Another part of myself worried that I was wasting time when I could be escaping right now.
Maybe I had hit my head last night. Maybe I was crazy and losing my mind, but I had to find out. I went through the stoned corridor, and the cries for help stopped. I thought for sure that I was hearing things, until I broke out of the corridor and into an open space which was lit dimly with candles.
A cool chilly breeze greeted me, and I found a bunch of empty cells, blocked with iron bars. I thought back to the sounds of metal I was hearing, like someone was clashing them together.
I kept walking deeper, and deeper into the dungeons. Every cell I passed I looked inside and they were all empty. I didn’t stop walking, I didn’t stop looking until I finally reached the start of the dungeon. Up ahead was a set of curved staircase that went up and disappeared around a bend, and to my right was a chamber like all the rest with the iron doors, but there was someone inside this one.
A voice whispered, it’s him. It’s Rene, as I carefully watched the person cry out with their back facing me. The person sounded like they were in pain. The man staggered forward, a hand bracing against the wet mucky wall for support as he doubled over in agony.
My heart was drumming a steady, hard beat in my chest. And I felt my lips trembling as his name rolled right off my tongue. In a swift gesture my brother turned toward my voice, and at first, he nor I made a move. I stared at my brother knowing that I thought he was dead, but he wasn’t. He was alive.
Are my eyes deceiving me?
Rene’s eyes widened when they recognized me, “Are my eyes deceiving?” he vocalized my question with a raucous and uneven tone.
I shake my head with his question, “No, I found you,” and tears stream down my cheeks, with that shocking revelation and my feet shuffle forward, slowly.
I stumbled into the cold iron bars, crying and reaching for my brother, who also came closer, wasting no moment to embrace me. We held each other despite the barrier, although slightly awkward but I didn’t care. He didn’t care. It seemed Rene was just as overwhelmed, and surprised to see me just the same.
Our embrace was cut short when he winced in torment, and stumbled back. He groaned terribly.
“What is the matter?” I asked, trembling and crying, and still reaching for Rene, when I saw what the problem was. He had a huge bloody mark on his thigh.
He was bitten.
I knew that bite, it was a lycan bite.
“Rene,” I said, my voice trembling, “We have to get you out of here.” Quickly I wipe my damp eyes and cheeks. I look around me, then focus back on my brother who doesn’t answer. He grunted and it sounded dreadful.
He was in agony.
I went to the iron doors and tried to open it, but it was locked. Cursing, I turned swiftly scanning the entire area.
Keys, where are the bloody keys?
Faltering back into the bars, Rene took in a few deep breathes, gathering energy to speak. “You need to leave,” he breathed out and I could tell that it was taking a great toll on him to speak.
Ignoring his warning, I said. “I spent the last few days looking for you, I will not leave you here. Not like this, you need help,”
He needs help? my thoughts mused, there is no help.
Either he turns, or he dies. Those are the options.
I scan the area again, and finally my eyes fall on a tall wooden cabinet.
Hurriedly I pace toward the cabinet and fling open the doors, and what my eyes find is utterly horrible. There’s equipment in here, sharp threatening looking devices that have dried blood lingering. Torturing devices.
I almost forget what I was looking for while I scan the sharp items held down with leather straps, when I hear my brother calling my name. I turn my attention to the inside of the wooden door, and find a set of keys.
Hurrying back to my brother, I let him know that everything will be okay. I try the first key without any luck, and I keep trying until finally one opens the door and with a sigh of relief I swing it open, but just as quickly it’s pushed back shut.
There’s a hand above my own, and inside the cell Rene made a sound that I had to register as animalistic and my eyes stare at the intruding hand, with my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I can feel their presence behind me, looming over me and forcing every hair on my body to rise. Wood and bourbon, invade my lungs masking the mucky smell down here.
I inhale shallow breathes, and find the courage amidst the warning my body is emanating to face the enemy. Slowly, I pivot my hips from gazing at his hand, his physique and my eyes finally sweep across his face.
It’s him, recognition settles in bitterly. Yet, he looks different. It’s dark in the dungeons with only the dim light from the candles, casting shadows across his face.
I know its him, my thoughts confirmed remembering how we fought together in such pleasant unity and remembering I admired his skills with the sword. His skills in combat were sinfully perfect. He was a beautiful savage. Now, the vampyre doesn’t have piercing black eyes, that had caressed the darkness inside of me.
It’s him, my mind repeats again filling with rage, and gazing into his wild blue eyes that seem to burn straight through the shadows of the dungeons, and still managing to take hold of the deepest parts of me.
I glare at the vampyre and before I am able to unleash my tongue, Rene behind the bars, shakes them in a rage. “Don’t you touch my sister,” he yells and those words are able to draw my attention away from the vampyre standing before me.
I look back on my brother briefly, taking him in and feeling a burst of sudden sadness, and the vampyre laughs drawing back my attention. I will myself not to cry, not in front of the vampyre.
“Oh, this is priceless. How is that I managed to acquire siblings?”
I said the only words that made sense, “He’s sick and he needs help.”
“And why is that a concern of mine?” the vampyre questions while withdrawing back his arm, and his response hauled through my rage, overpowering the sadness trying to weaken me.
I lift my chin, and step toward the him. “You will release him and allow me to leave your home,”
My words evoke the vampyre to smirk, and his eyes narrow with a wicked gleam. “You are not in any position to make any demands,”
He’s right, whispers that little voice.
Not to mention, I do not have my kusarigama.
“You can’t keep him here like this, he will die.” I try to keep myself tempered with fear and anger both brewing a storm to take over. Either emotion isn’t good. Fear for my brother’s life will have me acting irrational, and anger toward the vampyre and the situation will have me acting irrational. I can fight and maybe get myself out of here, but I would be leaving Rene behind and after I just found him, I can’t abandon my brother.
I cursed mentally, and the vampyre said simply. “Then he will die, they don’t want him. I tried giving him back,”
“They?” the question slipped off my tongue.
“Yes, the Lycan’s will not help him,”
I swallow the lump in my throat, “Why? He will die without their help,” Of course they won’t help him. Rene is not a friend nor foe of lycan’s. He goes after the rouge beasts mostly, but he is known for what he hunts.
Oh God, I feel my heart drumming wildly against my chest again. I feel it bashing against my rib cage, as cold dread claws at my body and rendering me ill.
Without waiting for his response, I speak out. “Where is my Kusarigama? I will force them to help,” My gaze holds his cerulean intensity, challenging him.
Raising a taunting eyebrow, the vampyre wears a smug expression and something inside of me coils with fright but I dare not show it. He is without a question handsome yet terrifying. He is dressed well, like an aristocratic, tall with broad shoulders, and although there was some space between us, it feels tight with my back just inches away from the iron bars. Rene is breathing heavily behind me, groaning in agony and the vampyre standing ahead of me is still close enough that his scent is overwhelming and it’s doing unmanageable things to my body.
I remember last night. How I was drawn to him, and still am, apparently.
This isn’t right, I warn myself with the small distance suddenly feeling lesser every moment I inhale, my lungs constricting. The way he looks down on me, the way he holds my eyes and the way my body has gone cold from his gaze, his presence, I know this Vampyre should be feared despite my daringly, brave attitude.
His smirk widens, “That’s a very dangerous path, you would choose to go down.”
I manage to hold onto my façade, “I will die trying to save my brother,”
“There’s less condemning ways to die, if you have a death wish.”
“Where is it?” I glare at him, wanting to take another step toward the vampyre. Wanting him to see that I do not fear no man, no beast and certainly no God damn vampyre.
I hold his eyes, my only attempt at the strength I have inside of myself. The confidence that Rene has installed in me from a young age.
“Don’t let them see you that you are afraid,” those were his words not about anyone in particular. Rene taught me that, after we found out what I was. He drilled it into my head after many nights of taking me out and trying to train me to learn my new abilities. I was afraid of what I could do, and Rene didn’t like that I was never welcoming of my abilities.
The vampyre welcomes my challenge with an annoying, sly smile that I want to slap right off his smug mouth. He doesn’t respond to my question about my kusarigama, instead he shifts his gaze behind me, at Rene murmuring words that neither of us can quite make out.
Focusing back on me, the vampyre sighs. “I’ll make you a deal,” his tone impassive, which continues to boil my blood further because I am struggling to tame mine.
“What could you possibly want?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
“I will release your brother and spare you a dreadful death, if you help me with something,”
I ask cautiously, “Help you with what?”
“Emmanuel. The beast is still alive and I noticed that you have abilities to weakened him. Agree to help me, and I will get help for your brother and in return, you stay here until it’s over.”
“Stay here?” I repeat his words, while trying to register everything else he just told me. Emmaneuel, the beast has a name.
The vampyre answers with a nod. “Until we rid France of the beast,”
Rene grunts, “No, don’t do it.”
Watching the vampyre carefully, I know there is no reason for him to lie to me. We fought together, side by side and had brought the beast down but we were intercepted. Then again, he was keeping my brother here, and for what purpose?
Did he know that we were related?
Was this a ruse to draw me here?
Is this a trap?
And if it were a ruse, what part would this vampyre play in my down fall? I know there are many people out there, who hate me for many reasons. The color of my skin, the fact that I can steal magic and Rene has trained me against lycans. I have many cards stacked against me.
I point out his original words, “You said the lycan’s will not help my brother,”
“The Alpha is a good friend of mine, and he wants to defeat Emmanuel as well. If I ask him, he will do it,”
“How do I know you will stay true to our agreement,”
“You have my word,”
“You word means nothing to me,”
“Then maybe a kiss will,”
“What?” I asked, dismayed by his response and I step away from the vampyre but he is quick to my escape and grabs me at the back of my head, fingers grasping tight around my thick curls. He jerks me toward him, against his dangerous physique. All masculine and powerful, and wickedly capable of anything baneful.
My mind is harsh with the memories of last night, the desire that has surged through me then was unforgivable and I see Bennett’s face flash before my eyes. Before I realize what I am doing, my hand lashes out with the keys and with full intent to hurt him.
The vampyre growls, with the unexpected blow and releasing me from his hold he staggers back a few steps and with a hand to his right cheek he curses. I see the blood on his fingers and sliding down his cheek from the candles burning dimly, and Rene tells me to run.
I should run, and get Cerberus to help. However, I can’t just leave him here. Leave my brother to be at the wrath of the vampyre. Instead I run toward the wooden cabinet and swing it open. I grab the first thing that my fingers touch and tear it from the leather restraints and when I turn back around with the knife in my grasp, Dante is standing behind me with a dark look in his gaze.
Our eyes touch, for a brief moment and then I raise my hand to attack, and the vampyre says three simple words. “Drop the knife,” and my hand drops the knife. I hear it clatter on the ground.
I don’t believe what is happening.
This can’t be happening.
“And don’t move,” I hear his voice as a whisper in my mind, but that time, his lips hadn’t parted to speak.
Am I losing my mind?
Intense blue eyes narrow, and I can’t help but to stare back into them. I feel the resistance, and hear the warnings of my mind screaming at me to look away, to defy this pull but I can’t help it. It’s intoxicating and suffocating, and there’s a raging need inside of me, pleading with me to fight but I can’t.
What has he done to me?
Behind the vampyre, the iron bars rattle against their hold and are followed with empty threats from my brother. The vampyre ignores the noise and bends down to pick up the weapon. Returning to his full height, I see blood smeared on his right cheek, but no marks from the keys.
How is that possible?
And like he had read my thoughts, he answered. “I’m a vampyre. I have many skills, besides from invading your personal thoughts, to bend you to my will.” His tone was too impassive for my liking, but then again, the gash that should have been visible on his cheek wasn’t there. Blood is the only evidence that something had happened.
The vampyre raises his hand with the knife and traces it along my jawline as my lip trembles slightly.
Rene begins a fit of protests and all I can think is that I failed him. I couldn’t control my emotions, and he stops when his body is overtaken with a furry of coughs.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I didn’t mean to.”
The vampyre speaks, thinking my words were for him. “Of course you had meant to,” he corrects and once again his words are stripped from any and all emotions. “You wanted to hurt me,” he says on a harmonious melody. “Never apologize for your actions,” and the vampyre now lightly drags the knife down the side of my throat, and I try not to breath as fast or frantic.
“I panicked,” I said not knowing who I was speaking to.
“Ah, and you’re forgiven,” My gaze flutters back to his entrancing cerulean gaze, unsure if I heard him correctly. The vampyre continues, “However, after your little outburst, I will require something more from you. Something more tangible,”
The knife stalls at my collarbone, and I ask. “I have nothing to offer,”
He smiled, baring his teeth and it was enthralling and disturbing. “You have plenty to offer,” he muses with eyes trailing down my body and devouring my breast rising and falling with every breath I take. “You will give yourself to me, without a fight or fuss.” My body tenses, and my eyes widen with his words heavy with desire. The vampyre moves the knife further down into my cleavage and my blood goes cold.
If I could move, I would have slapped him and then attacked him with my nails and teeth. I would have attacked him in all the lethal ways that my brother had taught me. If I could, I would have shaken my head with disapproval but I can’t even do that.
I can’t protect myself.
My stomach knots dreadfully and tears stream down my face with the harsh realization, of his ability to control my body, to bend me to his will, like he so stated earlier. Inside, I’m thrashing and trying with all my might to claw at his body, to defy him and his wicked hold over me but my body won’t even budge an inch. Instead I’m forced to smell him and hate every bit of the rich wood blend.
More tears fall through my lashes, knowing that I don’t have a choice. I could continue to defy the vampyre with my words, but would I dare risk Rene’s life?
My own, yes.
Not my brother’s when he has done everything in his power to guide me in the right direction. Even after he had the witch connect my powers to my kusarigama, that process was painful to say the least and never once did he leave my side during and after. To say I was upset with him would be an understatement and despite my raging words at the time, he took it all, and never abandoned me. Rene thought he was doing right by me, and I still don’t know if that was the right or wrong decision but my brother had never ever turned his back on me.
It’s a small price to pay, if my brother gets the help he needs to survive the transformation. Those are the final thoughts I tell myself, before I speak to the vampyre.
“I’ll stay here and you will send my brother to get help,”
The vampyre’s gaze sweeps back up to find my teary eyes and he withdraws the knife, and tosses it to the side. I flinch when his hand reached out toward me, at least in the inside I did, on the outside, I was frozen, vulnerable. With a curled index finger, he wipes the tears from my damp cheeks and then he brings the finger to lips and licks.
My stomach sank into a hollowness of shivers, as more tears escaped down my cheek and I knew I was giving in to something evil.
“Do you promise?” He asked simply, his hand dropping to his side but his words had a light hint of humor.
Was he mocking me?
“You have my word,” I answered regardless in a whisper.
Rene screamed at me, and that only confirmed that I had given up my soul. I shifted my eyes to find the dark shadows cast across his face and blue eyes piercing right through the obscurity and his lips were parted into that hair-rising smile, that chilled me down to the bones. A wicked passion, concocted inside of me and I feared my own self more than ever. My own emotions could not be trusted.
What had I gotten myself into?
The vampyre informs, “You may go to your brother and say your farewells,” and just like that, I had control over my body again. I wiggled my toes, just to confirm and I hesitated while looking on the vampyre.
He was letting me say goodbye?
Was he showing me kindness?
Maybe he isn’t as horrible as I had imagined.
I all but sprinted toward the cell that Rene was locked in, and reached out to him as Dante in the background, began whistling. Rene fell into my embrace, leaning against the iron bars in pain and I held as much as him as I could grab and promised that everything was going to be okay, through my tears and broken voice.
It didn’t last long, when Dante’s whistling stopped and he said. “Now it’s my turn to bid your brother a farewell,”
Before I could heed the full warning of his words, just like that, I felt him behind me, his hand tangled in my hair and forcing me right up against the cold iron bars. Before I could find the strength inside of me to fight, before my brother had a chance to register what was happening right in front him, I felt the vampyre’s mouth against the curve of my neck. Then, I felt the sharp, intense pain piercing my left side and I screamed, and tried thrashing against the vampyre, but it was no use.
I screamed until I couldn’t scream. Until I couldn’t think, couldn’t fight, until his darkness took me in its arms and carried me away.
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Justice Labelle always had her life perfectly planned. Her goals were to graduate from University and get into law school. Then one day, Justice tried to kill herself.
Well, not her technically. It may have been her body, but those actions weren’t intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Or, so she keeps telling her therapist and family. Justice is afraid she’s losing her mind and just wants to forget everything. But when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, looking as scrumptious as ever and very suspicious, maybe she isn’t all that crazy!
This will be the final installment of my Velicious Series, surrounding Justice and Dante but not the end of my paranormal world and characters.
More secrets are revealed, whether for the better or worse. Justice and Dante are forced to acknowledge the darkest parts of themselves while dealing with many new friends and foe’s. Who can they trust? Vampyre’s and Lycan’s alike all seem like they have an ulterior motive. Deadly enemies seem to think that Justice is the answer to their conquest. Those who they considered friends and family want the drama to be over and done with, but to end it, would mean a certain fate for Justice LaBelle.
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War Of Hearts is the first installment to my new Greek Mythology series. This series will be erotic stories and the books I have lined up will be sexy and some may even have taboo themes because I mean come on its Greek Mythology. If you are familiar with the stories, you should know that the gods and goddess get down and dirty, and they hold nothing back. I want my stories to reflect that and I hope you will join me on this new journey.
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Here’s the story of Selene & Endymion
When the plains below were parched and brown and dusty with the heat of summer, on Mount Latmus all was so still and cool, so fresh and green, that one seemed to be in another world. The mountain was most beautiful of all at night, when the moon drove her chariot overhead and flooded every tree and all the grassy slopes with her pale light.
Endymion was a young shepherd who led his flocks high up on the sides of this mountain and let them browse on the rich pasturage along the margins of its snow-fed streams. He loved the pure mountain air, and the stillness of the higher slopes, which was broken only by the tinkle of his sheep-bells, or the song of birds. There he dreamed his days away, while his sheep and goats were feeding; or, at night, he leaned his head on a log or a mossy stone and slept with the flock.
Selene, the moon-goddess, loved to visit Mount Latmus; in fact, the mountain belonged, in some sense, to her. It was her influence that made everything there so quiet and beautiful. One night, when she had stolen down from her place in the sky for a walk through one of the flowery meadows of Mount Latmus, she found Endymion there asleep.
The shepherd looked as beautiful as any flower on the mountain, or as the swans which were floating in the lake near by, with their heads tucked under their wings. If it had not been for his regular breathing, Selene would have believed that she stood looking at a marble statue. There, at a little distance, lay his sheep. and goats, unguarded, and liable to be attacked by wild beasts. Oh, Endymion was a very careless shepherd! That was the effect of the air on Mount Latmus.
Selene knew that it was the wonderful air of her mountain which had made the shepherd heedless, as well as beautiful, therefore she stayed by his flock all night and watched it herself.
She came the next night and the next, and for many nights, to gaze at the sleeper, and to watch the unguarded flock. One morning, when she returned to the sky, she looked so pale from her watching that Zeus asked her where she had been, and she described the beautiful shepherd she had found on her mountain, and confessed that she had been guarding his sheep.
Then she begged Zeus that since Endymion was so very, very beautiful he might always look as she had seen him in his sleep, instead of growing old as other mortals must. Zeus answered, “Even the gods cannot give to mortals everlasting youth and beauty without giving them also everlasting sleep; but Endymion shall sleep forever and be forever young.”
So there, in a cave, on Mount Latmus, Endymion sleeps on to this day; and his wonderful beauty has not faded in the smallest degree, but is a joy still to all who can climb those lofty heights.
There are different versions of this story, but they all pretty much play out the same way. Also, i’ve done some research and found out about Pan. His stories are interesting and he becomes obsessed with the moon goddess.
Either way, the story about Selene and Endymion isn’t much to work with but I found a way to make it happen and I’m proud of how it turned out.
What’s your favorite Greek Mythology?
Seduction Of The Gods
War of hearts is an erotic twist on the ancient tale about Selene who falls madly in love with a mortal hunter.
“Epic story of consequences of actions and love.” – Early Reviewer
PS. Warning, if you are expecting this to be a history lesson on Greek mythology, it’s not. I had a few readers upset with how the book was written and how I described the characters. You were warned.
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I feel horrible. My emails are supposed to be sent 10 days apart for my VIP Subs, but I realized that two of my planned newsletters went out at the same time.
LIKE WTF. To realize that the second one was set to go off ‘zero’ days after the previous email. So they got this week and next weeks email. Granted the Gif with the guy and gun, is a little over the top, but it’s how i’m feeling. I want to send an apology email, but then that’s friggn THREE emails in one night.
I’ll post my sorry here, if anyone happens to stop by.
From the bottom of my heart </3
Why I Love Vampires
THEY ARE AWESOME, DUH!
No, seriously though, Why I Love vampires? Why the paranormal? Why did I choose to write about vampires vampyres over all other creatures that go bump in the night?
Vampyres, My, Oh My!
There are so many books and movies, covering all kinds of mythologies surrounding these immortal creatures. I love them. I absolutely adored them from the moment, I first watched Buffy The Vampire Slayer with my mom. Most importantly I love all the different ideas surrounding them. I love how you can brand this species in any way an author see’s fit. It all excites and interests me, and I don’t bash any particular idea, to what one person may feel a Vampyre should be like. Every author, every book has it’s own ideas to the fictional characters. I can’t hate and nor will I ever.
I love how almost every vampyre movie or book I’ve read, vampyre’s seem to radiate confidence. I mean come on, who wouldn’t envy someone with that unyielding level of awesome. It’s almost blinding, and on a human level, wouldn’t you admire someone who is sure of themselves in every way? Sure, if it was in your face ‘Im better than you‘, that most vampyre’s in Hollywood tend to have, then maybe not. But nope, that is not what I’m talking. I admire confident individuals, just saying.
Their teeth, they fascinate me. The idea behind a ‘person’ that looks drop dead gorgeous but can ultimately reveal their true nature and ravage you in the next second, and I’m not talking sexually- Is very interesting, to at least me. Think of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, those vampires looked normal. Then in the next second, the fangs pop out and they look like demons. I was reading an article that the producer of the show said that he didn’t want Buffy going around and killing vampires that looked like humans. He was afraid that at the time, it would have been sending the wrong message. He wanted to show a difference, hence why the faces are so screwed up.
Vampire diaries, their eyes go all black and veins all down their cheeks etc. True Blood vampires, just have their fangs closer than the norm. I always found that really odd. Anne’s rice vampires I don’t believe change that much. ( I can be wrong and don’t remember.) Felicity Heaton’s vampire’s, I can’t recall any major difference. Anywho, back to my main point, I think the fact that they can look handsome/sexy and then the next second, the fangs pop out and then fear strikes within the human, that’s like the ultimate wicked predator. Not only is the action itself bad (A vampyre sinking their sharp fangs into your flesh) give or take the situation, forced or consent provided but you can see the physical changes. See not only the person you admired but be forced to see the monster they truly are. On a sadistic note, I guess it is no different in real life when you meet someone, and they seem normal, but then before you know it, your judgment was off and you’re now on TV on a missing person report. God forbid. That’s a whole other conversation with the resemblance on vampyre’s, and humanities dark side.
“Because it’s the one reason, the most important, for how they’ve survived this long. It’s their biggest weapon to fool mankind into believing that their existence is only fictional. It’s nature’s jaguar fading into the foliage, a Peringuey’s viper sliding through sand, and a vampyre who can retract his or her fangs can be seen as normal― as a human.”
That quote was taken from my novel Vampyre Doll, Chapter Eighteen. In this scene, I have Jessica Vacel(Avampyre hunter), explaining to my heroine about vampyres. My vampyre’s, their fangs are retractable, and eyes go black. If they are hungry or angered, one may notice the swirls of black misting into their colored pupils. It’s a distinct change, especially since my vampyre’s have very bright colored eyes. If it’s green, its a vibrant green. If it’s blue, it’s vibrant eerie ‘blue’ and it most definitely stands out.
“Woman, you and I may look like we have the same facial and physical features, but our core is different.” He reached across the car and ran a finger across my lips. “Supple lips are the same to savor.” His fingers grazed my cheeks. “Your eyes, neck, and shoulders are the same. Arms, body, and legs, just the same.” Shivers escaped down my spine and through my jacket. My body ignited, remembering his touch from earlier.
“We smell the same way, see the same, and feel every sensation the same.” His hand settled right between my closed thighs, pressing against my heat. Dante knew what he was doing—the gleam in his eyes confirmed my suspicion.
“There’s a but,” I said, trying to calm my nerves when I realized just how close his face was to mine.
He removed his hand from between my thighs and his fangs lengthened, his ocean eyes darkening. “This makes us different,” he said in a whisper. “These two little fangs create the barrier which you question.” Dante studied me, which scared me. His eyes seemed inhuman, from a creature without compassion. Pure one hundred percent predator.
His fangs disappeared, and the darkness in his eyes faded back to its original blue. He leaned back into his seat. “We’re different in many ways that are not so obvious. Our speed, the fact that I can hear your thoughts and feel your fears and happiness, is a distinction. Our eyes, they attract and mesmerize. Our outer bodies are designed in a way so clever that they are compared to the beauties of the Greek gods. Even down to our smell, lures humans in. Our whole physical existence is intended in such a way that it entices humans.”
I took in every word as he continued to explain.
“It’s not just the looks which draw you in, it’s the eyes. They hypnotize. It’s the confidence, it’s the pheromones; it’s me, them, transitioning into a predatory state that you humans find so attractive, and you don’t even realize that death is at your doorstep. Take away everything that makes us different, and you just got Dante. Plain, old, simple me.”
“Nothing about you will ever be simple,” I whispered.
That quote was taken from my novel Feral Doll, Chapter Twelve. In this scene, Dante(Vampyre) the love interest to my heroine Justice Labelle, is explaining how human’s and vampyre’s are different. Explain the exterior and interior differences.
Something else that fascinates me about vampyre’s is that they are immortal. Never aging. Which is pretty cool and I think the idea of everlasting life, has a kind of lure that you, yourself may think about. To live longer and do more. I don’t mean, like you think about immortal life, like in a serious way. You may think about it, like to entertain yourself with ‘what if’s’ etc. We all fantasize on some level or another.
Vampyre’s are basically invincible, and it would be horrible to have them as your enemy. Nevertheless, like Superman, they need a weakness. Superman is utterly impossible to defeat unless you have Kryptonite. (Superman is awesome by the way). My vamps, don’t combust into dust or smoke, or just disintegrate without a trace when they come in contact with the sun. Nor a bloody nasty splash of blood and organs (Thanks, True Blood!) That show was awesome by the way!!! And no, my vamps do not sparkle. However, I really did love the Twilight books, not the movies. You see, I have a genuine appreciation for all types of vampryres.
As I digress, my vampyres do have a weakness and it’s a type of black crystal, although they are called crystals, they are technically known as a mineral. They are found in the oceans of Japan and it means ‘Sun’. Cerberus agents have collected them and turned them into weapons against the Vampyres. It leaves a black glitter like residue behind and when it comes into contact with a vampyres flesh it seeps into their skin, into their bloodstream and poisons them. It creates a painful experience when it travels in the blood stream. It feels like it’s burning the inside of the body.
Despite everything, I like my vampyre’s on the darker side of life.
To summarize why I love vampyre’s, because they are everything awesome in the paranormal world. Vampyre’s are humanities wildest dreams, with their confidence, strength and the fact that they seem to laugh in the face of danger. They can be brutally selfish, sensitive and passionate. Vampyre’s live forever and therefore seem to have grown accustomed to being by themselves. They always seem to be fine with their loneliness and of course, there are the exceptions. When was the last time you’ve gone to movies by yourself, or to dinner by yourself? I know for me, I love hanging out at home by myself. I’m kind of an anti-social, but then again I also don’t mind going out and enjoying myself with my one friend, lol. Not everyone can just chill by themselves. Some people need to have others around them. Constantly need that noise.
Anywho, I’ve think I’ve rambled on way too long. I hope throughout all my ramblings, you got why I like writing about vampyres. It may not have been a good enough reason to write this article, or as clear as I hoped, but I had fun putting my scrambled thoughts on my posts.
Feel free to comment and let me know why you love the blood-suckers. Or if you don’t, that’s okay.
Captive In The Dark
By: CJ Roberts Length: 277 pages Publication: August 29, 2011 Age: 18+
OMG, were the first words that popped into my mind. What an ending. But then again, what was I expecting? To tell you the truth, I was avoiding this book because dark romances I’m really fickle with. Not a lot of authors, I think, can do them properly and I find myself rolling my eyes a lot and skipping pages and muttering to myself ‘Ya, right!‘ a lot.
Finally, I decided to give this book a chance and I have never read anything by this author before, and now, I want more. From the beginning of this book I was intrigued. Caleb he was an interesting man and Olivia other wise Kitten, was a fighter. I loved that she wasn’t just a push over. I loved that she fought and fought hard. She fought despite her punishments, despite not knowing where she was, or how long she was gone for. She fought with every fibre in her body, she fought and not once did she give in. Granted her mental and emotional state at times was questionable but she managed to always pull through. I couldn’t be more happy that her love/hate feelings for Caleb didn’t swallow her and keep her down. I love the author for that.
Some Info: This chapter takes place just before Justice goes on her date with Chace, or otherwise Mathias. Calvin is out having a good night with his friends, but him and another one of his team mates, uncover that The Guardian Angels Corporation, is illegally handling the Taiyou Bullets.
*If you haven’t read Velicious Part One, everything here may just confuse you.*
Return Of GAC
I DON’T KNOW how Kyle had done it, but he managed to pull the gang together for one night of fun, and I think after everything, it was well deserved. Especially since Jessica and I had our hands full trying to track down K-17. Everything could have been smooth sailing, but then it bit Erin.
Erin, a girl from my childhood.
A girl I knew from high school.
My biggest fucking regret is that out of anyone it could have bitten, it happened to grab someone from my past.
My fucking luck is shit.
Nevertheless, if only Kyle, Jessica, and myself knew what abilities K-17 possessed—like screeching at such high frequency or shattering every piece of glass in close proximity—maybe we could’ve taken some steps. You know, like wearing fucking earplugs. But nope, Andrea withheld that information from us—I don’t understand why—and K-17 escaped. Now, she’s putting the pressure on us, like it’s our fault K-17 roamed the streets of Toronto. Obviously, I know that it’s because she’s mostly likely getting it from her higher-ups, but I was tricked into taking on this assignment. If only I could resign, but things don’t work like that within Cerberus.
So, I’ve been really nervous waiting for Velicious Part Two reviews to start coming in. I mean, honestly, I know I kind of screwed up with Velicious Part One. Not with the editing because that’s another story. But all I can do now is move one and hope for the best. You live, you learn.
Now, as I digress, very patiently waiting for reviews to start rolling in, I’ve been talking my husbands ear off about this waiting game XD. I’m lucky he listens and keeps me level headed.
The waiting game is the worst part.
Today I just noticed that I got my first review and its a 5 star, and I love it!
After all, what author doesn’t love a 5 star review? But for me, like I said I know Velicious Part One was a shaky beginning, and if I wasn’t the type of person to jump in head first without doing my homework, that could have been avoided.
Here’s the review:
This is exciting book two in Velicious series. It started from where the story ended in book one. It is just as thrilling but even more entertaining. The story is full of intrigue and mystery. There are many things which are not clear in the beginning but things start to unravel as we read.
Dante is still a mystery to Justice but now she is starting to find out a few things about herself too. But there are still many things which are not clear and as much as story untangles in some ways it becomes more tangled in others.
It is full of action and romance. I think every paranormal lover will like this series.
Yes, I know not every review will be just as good, or even a 5 star. Everyone’s taste is different and such but this is lady is very happy XD
Ps. I know I should be more active on this blog and I will try to be. I promise. Its just I have two little girls 10 months apart. One is a 3 year old and a 2 year old. They keep me very busy at home. But I will try to post more stuff.
Justice Labelle has lost too much in this war of monster and men, and it needs to stop now.
After her run in with Erin, which left her lying in a hospital bed, black and bloody blue, Justice is no longer going to sit by and simply accept the twisted hand, that has been dealt.
Especially since she now has superhuman powers, all thanks to her being a Doll.
Her one and only passion– To get through College and practice law at a top tier firm, is fading from her grasp and its all because of Calvin, Dante, Vampyres and the Government. In fact the government has more secrets than kids have candy… And they’re all just as deadly as the enemies they hunt.
But you know what? Justice has come up with her own master plan and heaven help the Vampyre, monster or human that gets in her way!
Velicious Part Two Cover Reveal
Isn’t it beautiful?
OMG, ITS ALMOST HERE!!!
I’m so excited, I just can’t hide it, I’m about to lose control and I think I like it.
If I could squeal with excitement, I would but then I would wake up my two little muffins and then, that would be bad. Very bad. So instead, I’ll hold in this bubbling emotion threatening to explode, while twitching my toes. I do that when I have an emotions inside of me that I am unable to express. Angry, excited, happy, sad. You name and my toes do this weird twitching thing. My husband is looking at me like I’ve lost my mind and even more so after he saw the GIF below >_<
The cover reveal for Velicious Part Two: Beautifully Broken is coming out tomorrow and I can’t tell you in words how happy I am. Its really beautiful. Exceptionally beautiful. So beautiful, that I have looked at it once a day, for the past month now and just gaze at it, in an awe trance.
I love Velicious Part Two cover.
And I can’t wait for you guys to see it.
My toes are twitching.
I should end this conversation now before I upload it for everyone to see.
I’m going to go and wait.
Wait for tomorrow.
*My toes are twitching*
Bewitching Re-release Book Tour
I’m re-releasing my debut novel, with a brand new cover and insides have been completely re-edited. I trusted some bad editors, but you know what instead of whining and complaining, I did the next best thing and paid for good editors. I learned my lesson.
Did you know that Velicious is celebrating its 1 year anniversary? And for this exciting event, I have a brand new cover and got the insides re-edited and polished. However, for reasons and delays, it won’t be revealed until Sept. 7th.
For now you get the old cover (I promise the new cover will be amazing!)
Any who, since August 7th is the actual anniversary, I’m hosting a Mega Velicious Giveaway, that will continue on from August 7th- October 31th 2015. This is a giveaway that you won’t want to miss!
1) $100 Victoria Secret Gift Card+ 1 Physical copy of
Velicious + Physical ARC Copy Of Velicious Part Two +
2) 1 Physical copy of Velicious + Velicious Part Two
3) 1 E-book Copy + Velicious Part Two
Upcoming Velicious Anniversary
This Upcoming Velicious Anniversary, August 2015 will be the 1 year release of my debut novel Velicious and that’s a really exciting time for me. I’ve learned a lot on this journey, had my ups and downs. Made some new friends, and found really cool blogs.
Before releasing my novel I had it edited multiple times but yet reviews were stating that they found editing problems. That really bugged me. I even contacted the very last editor who did my book and sent her back the manuscript. She sent it back to me claiming that she fixed everything. Well it turns out she didn’t do anything. I mean, why lie? But I guess to each their own. And to top it off she tried to blame me saying that I was suppose to send it back to her.
Okay, you know what, I understand that I was suppose to send it back after going over her edits but I forget. However, as a professional shouldn’t you remind a client that they have to send the manuscript back. After all she put her name on my work, claiming that she edited my book and Velicious is on her website as a book she’s worked on. Why would you want your name on something that’s not done properly. I don’t. Hence I kept paying editors to edit my work because it was never done properly.
When I also look at it, maybe I got shitty editing done because I cheaped out. You get what you pay for. Right? right. So with my 1 year anniversary approaching, instead of being depressed because i’m being penalized in my reviews for bad editing, this year i’m gonna do better. This year for my 1 year anniversary, I paid really well for kick ass editing and wait for it… a cover make over!
All coming this September 7th, 2015.
Now, I know what your thinking. In the beginning of the post I said August was the anniversary, now I’m saying September. I got the new cover completed and i’m just waiting on the editing. Its delayed. But you know what, as long as its done properly, I don’t care.
So, now… since the cover reveal and book revision won’t be live until September 7th, in which I’m doing a week long mini tour, I’m also hosting a giveaway starting August 7th. Now this giveaway is a huge, 3 month long fun event that will include.
1. 2 physical copies of Velicious + 2 ARC copies of Velicious Part 2 + Swagalicious goodies
2. 2 E-book copies of Velicious + 2 ARC copies
3. $25 Amazon gift card
I hope you guys have me on all your social media outlets. Sign up for my newsletter, and I can’t wait for this 3 month long event to begin.
I have such a love hate relationship with Good Pussy Bad Pussy and when I saw that A. Aimee was putting out a 2nd copy to this series, I was once again intrigued and I couldn’t resist. I’m really trying to collect my thoughts on this book because there are so many.
Good Pussy Bad Pussy In Captivity, is a different kind of book all in its own category. Its not the kind of book for the faint of heart, and there are scenes in this book, very bad situations that Rachel has fallen into and they are hard to read to through.
This book was a roller coaster ride. It starts you off with some bad news about Albert and from there your heading down a very steep drop. I liked how A. Aimee wrote the sex scenes in this book. It wasn’t just sex and don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of sex, but Rachel’s relationship with Albert and Stefan you felt the love between the three characters. Even though you were reading the sex scenes, it was more like you were reading about how much Albert and Rachel loved each other, or Stefan and Rachel. Does that make sense? I hope it does, lol.
In fact, I hadn’t realized how much I missed Stefan and Rachel being together. They are scenes where you can feel the heavy emotions, feel their love, pain and hurt. You can feel the unspoken regret. I mean, at the end of the day they had, still had love and how can there not be any regrets between them? When Rachel was happy and surprised to see Stefan, I was excited for her.
Rachel, oh Rachel… I hated a lot of decisions in Good Pussy Bad Pussy, and I still hated her decisions in Good Pussy Bad Pussy in Captivity. She’s a frustrating character and I wanted to grab her and slap some senses into her. I couldn’t understand her mind, I’ve tried but still I found her really childish. I don’t know if its childish, maybe gullible or annoyingly naive. Ugh. I don’t know but Rachel is one really irritating character.
This book is darker and it is still a page turner. I wanted to know what would happen to Rachel, despite my feelings for the character. Rachel is a strong character and she will survive. She’s made it this far so it was more, how will everything unfold.
During this read, I felt as though Rachel wasn’t really dealing with everything in a normal way. A person in real life who has been through hell and back, like Rachel has been, would have issues. Especially with her sexuality and trying to figure out her pussy. Like the title says, Good Pussy Bad Pussy. What is a good pussy and bad pussy, and how does one understand it? Where are the limits?
I was very impressed with Rachel’s confession and questions at the Buddhist monastery with Anton, I was really proud of her. It made her seem more normal/human to me.
Good Pussy Bad Pussy In Captivity was a very nice read and I look forward to reading more books by A. Aimee.
* I was given a copy of this book for free, in an exchange for an honest review.
I think my creative juices are back!
Yes, that’s right. I think my creative juices are back!
So, in my last post This Is More Than Just ‘Writers Block’, I explained why I couldn’t continue to write Velicious Book 2 at the moment. However, a few months ago I started another project, had about 8,000 words and I put it on the back burner to focus on Velicious book 2.
Now its seems with events happening in my life, Velicious Book 2 has been officially paused. Justice, Dante and Calvin just aren’t talking to me anymore but this new project and my new characters are talking to me instead. I love it and can’t wait to get to know Ashleigh and Brayson on a more deeper level.
I’m happy that I can write again. It may not be the Velicious Project but my creative juices are surprisingly still active!
This Is More Than Just ‘Writers Block’
Okay, I’ve battled writers block many times over and most of the time I take writers block as a sign, and relax for a day or two. However, this time with my family moving to a different city and staying with my mother with my husband and two kids isn’t entirely idealistic. (We have a place for April)
Now, since I’ve been at my moms house I haven’t been able to really concentrate on my writing. My characters aren’t talking to me anymore and I’m not seeing them running around in my head causing mischief. I miss them, most importantly I miss Dante and his antics, lol.
I tried writing a few times but its nothing really, most of the time I end up reading and re-reading what I wrote 2 hours ago. I think its stress, its that I’m living with my parents and this house is so full. There’s always something going on. I have my two brothers, mom and dad, grandmother, two fosters kids, my brothers friend and now add in myself, husband and two grand-kids. UGH.
I need a breather. I need a break. I had a deadline for my 2nd book and now with this move, I think its been pushed back and it really frustrates me. My husband has managed to talk me out of my crazy state of depression and I’ll push my release date back. I don’t have a choice and I’m not happy about this, but its better than stressing myself out over something that I really can’t change right now.
Hopefully when we move into our own place in April and we get settled, my characters will start talking back to me once again. I miss ’em.
Velicious Book Two Complications
So, I have book two to my Velicious series completed. I mean, the rough copy needs to be edited but other than that its finished. Now upon reading my reviews for Velicious, I realized that a lot of readers find it slow but then there are still a handful that think Velicious moves at a good pace.
I understand at certain parts it can come across as slow, I won’t deny this. I get what they are saying but then on another hand, I think that its telling a story and maybe those readers are a little impatient. I also know even I get a little too antsy if i’m reading a book moving too slow for my pace. I don’t mind watching a movie moving slow but if a book moves too slow then I tend to fast read to the fun parts and ironically my book to some people moves too slowly.
So now my conclusion, I need to pick up the pace a little and I already have some ideas to what needs to be changed to pick up the pace.
My readers want more face paced entertainment, I will do so to the best of my ability that doesn’t compromise the story that I am trying to tell.
Random Sneak Peak
Jonathan dropped the chain breathing heavy and held unto his wrist, that one I fed off of. I fall to my knees in even more agonizing pain and I swear this bitch better not get up again. Breathing in the soreness, I see him looking up into the empty ceiling witnessing his friends peering down, and I knew he felt bad for what had to be done. Jonathan knew that he needed to protect those he cared about and so he did just that, no questions asked. I like that kid.
He questioned me, “Is she dead?”
Jaw tensing, I spoke through my teeth. “The bitch is still breathing,”
“This one should keep her down,” Jessica said walking over and injecting a needle into her neck. “A few hours, if not more.”
“Promise?” I murmured trying to see how far can I stretch my right hand, and… ahhh, shit! Grunting that was too far, I need more blood. My hand throbbed and the fire alarms finally went off.
Justice yelled down, “I think we can get down.”
“How?” questioned Jonathan.
“There’s a small space up here that didn’t collapse, it leads to the door.”
Jessica looking up warned, “Be careful, the foundation might be weak.”
When are your people coming? I questioned Jessica.
They should be here soon. How badly hurt is Calvin?
They may be internal bleeding.
Audrina and Justice disappear from my sight and they attempt to make it across the unstable foundation. Jonathan heads up stairs to meet them and Angel followed underneath, just in case the floor gives and they need to be caught. When they make it safely outside of the room, I see Jonathan and the girls embrace up stairs, and he whispered to the girls, telling them that he’s sorry and he had to do it. After all the sobbing and sympathizing they all come down the stair case.
Audrina takes a squat on the bottom few steps and slowly Justice meandered towards Nicolle, staring at the unconscious body. Her hair was in total disarray, she was sweaty, eyes puffy and teary; smudged mascara and the left side of her face had another bad bruise and looked tender. Justice looked up at me, then flickered back down to Nicolle. Contemplating, Justice finally kneeled down to unravel the chain from around Nicolle’s neck, when Jessica request that she leave it.
Complying, she dropped the chain sniffling and fixed Nicole’s dress that was hiked up revealing the bottom half of her ass. Angel in the distance walked over to where Jonathan and Audrina are seated and Justice finds herself beside me.
Narrowing her enervated hazel eyes, Justice sat on the rubble beside me saying not a word. A few seconds later she leaned into me resting her head on my shoulder and I heard her sobbing quietly.