My first novel was published in March of 2007 with Siren Publishing. Titled Made For Each Other, this story was the first one I had ever written specifically to sell—the first time I had targeted a market, instead of just letting my imagination fly, unfettered. I’d heard about “erotic romance”, you see, and since I was writing romance anyway—mostly for myself, and my beloved to read since the rejections were piling up—I knew I could heat the love scenes up to fit the genre.
I mean, let’s face it, at the time I was over 50, had given birth to three children, and been married to the same man for more than 35 years. Heating up the love scenes really was not a problem at all.
Today I have 21 novels published, number 22 is in the hands of my publisher, and numbers 23 and 24 are works in progress right here on my hard drive.
That’s a lot of books in a relatively short period of time, but I don’t want you to think that writing is, or should be, easy. It’s not. I tell you, without a word of a lie, that some days the process is very hard and damn near close to painful.
And that’s my fault, entirely.
You see, the problem is, I care about the quality of the story I write. I care that my characters have depth, that the work has soul. I care that there’s a story to be told, complete with a plot. I care that the words flow, a kind of verbal symphony, if you will. I care that there’s a cadence, and a style that lures the reader in and makes her—or him—want to read more.
Because I care so very deeply about the craft of writing, I get understandably upset when others who claim to be authors, do not. I’ve gone on, probably ad nauseam over the years in these essays, lamenting about the quality of writing being offered by those who call themselves authors in this e-pub world of mine, about the spelling and the grammar, and the literacy that sometimes seems to be completely lacking.
But there’s something even worse than bad spelling and sloppy grammar that has my professional senses incensed, another sin, if you will, which leaves me feeling personally insulted: plagiarism.
It’s an ugly word for an ugly crime—and that’s what plagiarism is, as far as I’m concerned, a crime. It damages the victim of the theft, and the perpetrator and—in my opinion—every other person who identifies themselves as a professional author.
I do not consider those who steal the written word from others and pass it off as their own to even be writers at all. They’re hacks. They’re worse than the worst tweed-coated, hair grease-wearing dishonest used car salesman whose lot is filled with cars all previously owned by little old ladies from Pasadena. They are worse than the worst snake oil salesman who sells a false miracle cure to an achy old man, swindling him out of his life savings.
When someone steals the work of another, and passes it off as their own, it hurts every one of us who invests everything that we are into this craft of ours. For you see, writing is more than saying “ta-da” when the book is done. It’s the planning, the research, the process of taking your characters from the first moment of their journey to the end, and all the growth and revelations and emotions in between.
Writing is far more than the finished product. It is an exploration, of the work, the characters, and the writer herself. Those who would plagiarize, plain and simply destroy the entire process.
This writer is about to do something she has not done since that first edition of Wednesday’s Words appeared in November of 2006.
I am taking a week off from my essay. Next week at this time I will be gloriously immersed in my one week writers’ retreat with my three best friends—Emma Wildes, Lara Santiago, and Raina James. We will be brainstorming and bonding, sharing and caring and writing, and, while I cannot absolutely swear to it, there may be wine involved.
This week long “me time” has been a very long time in coming, and I can hardly wait! Wednesday’s Words will return on May 11th.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Wednesday's Words for April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Angelic Forecast ~ #138
“They’re still fighting. The two races?”
“Yes. Their progeny carry on the war, spurred on by those with corrupt souls who would be kings.”
“Sounds about right,” I murmur, a sour taste in my mouth.
“I would recite the epic battles and destruction to you, however, it is lengthy and tragic. Although, let us say, the good guys won that round.”
“What about now? With epic battles and destruction on the way? Will Good win?” I ask, even knowing he probably can’t answer. But, sigh, I live with that question every moment of every day.
“That is to be decided. And, is being decided in this moment. In the following moments by every being on Earth.”
“Yes...” I am all too aware of that truth. I am also hyper aware of his deep resonant voice.
Gradually whirling, I take in the ‘code’. A sudden glow appears, and rainbow rays of light slant inside like sunbeams.
“Shall we ride the rainbow to the top?” Amen-Dhuroth asks, his tone somewhat playful.
Before I can ask, he twines our arms, and we rise within a tunnel of soft-looking light. It feels like riding up an elevator, but not.
“More surprises that you can shake a stick at,” I mutter, once I get my bearings. Of course, I can barely believe my eyes.
“This room is decorated in the old style of Egypt,” he pauses, “when you and I...”
But he doesn’t finish. I can guess what he’s about to say. My past life with him. I would ask about it now, however, I am overwhelmed by the sheer luxury and beauty before me. The flowing simplicity of the furniture. The brilliant colors that appear to have a life of their own. The polished spheres of lapis lazuli and malachite. The crystal pyramids in various sizes.
“It looks like someone lives here. Are we intruding?” I stare at the golden figurine of an ancient Egyptian woman.
“No, Sh’raka, we do not intrude. I live here at times. It is one of my apartments.”
I should have known his answer, part of it anyway. Still, I’m stunned, feeling all dizzy-whirly, and the only thing I can utter is, “Do you have any etchings?”
“Only yours.”
Okay, now I am in strango bizzaro land... sort of...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
For the following week, and for the rest of the year, 20ll, there will be a dizzying pace of major, on-the-world-stage events, including weather catastrophes and the destruction of escalating wars.
As the AWAKENING gathers momentum, becoming an ever-faster avalanche, THOSE who would stop it, hyper-increase their opposition. However, their veneer is dissipating. They are being exposed for who and what they are. Psychopathic monsters to the core.
At mid-point during the week, there is likely to be a shift in how the world at large has been operating. Some will see it as all hell breaking loose. And, they won’t be wrong.
The universal force of love will take a huge jackrabbit leap this week. Love is the air. Love is everywhere. This divine force is infusing human hearts as never before. This is ‘not’ the gooey, warm fuzzy side of love. This is fierce, all encompassing love. Love that is about humanity as a whole. And, deep love in personal relationships, as well.
A strange dynamic is now rising that will muddle up the economy, and could eventually cause a wide divergence. That is, depression and prosperity will be side by side.
While the economy is still tanking for most folks, there is a new tide of individuals who are generating wealth because of their innovative genius, and because they are willing to share their discoveries without concern for patents and trademarks.
This generosity is one key to the future well-being of humanity. At this time, the more sharing that takes place, and the more folks utilize these discoveries, the faster life on Earth will return to a paradise.
As the Civil War over ideas is fought, sides will be have to be chosen at some point, sooner rather than later. Choose wisely, for this will become the future of the younger generation, and of life on Earth.
Trendwise, it’s a time of bright-light parties. With summer approaching entertainment is likely to take on the characteristics of fire. All flame and flash and high frenzy. Or, warm and glowing and home-centered.
This week it is wise to stock up on good water, as much as you are able to store. Also, a radio that will run on batteries because the storms of life are always with us.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~
Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes?
Blurb: Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down?
~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
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Friday, April 22, 2011
New cover: Fire of the Four Seasons
Just received the cover for Fire of the Four Seasons, and I love it. It is a Menage Amour m/m/m/m/m, the twisted fairytale I was talking about a few months back. Without further ado, here is the prettiness.
Tentative blurb:
A slave of his sister, Eva’s whims, Alexei is shocked when, in the process of getting her a gift, he meets four men who sweep him of his feet. Zimah, Visnah, Lyetah and Ohsyn are unlike anyone Alexei has ever met. They control the power of the seasons, and agree to help Alexei. Their affection and generosity soon morphs into passion and love, and Alexei allows himself to surrender to desires he had kept hidden for many years.
But when Eva’s unreasonable requests continue, Alexei refuses to take advantage of his men’s magic once again. His decision sets him, his sister and his lovers on a course of events that leads secrets of the past to be revealed. The hidden fire inside Alexei is about to burst out, and the love of the fourseasons may not be able to extinguish it.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The first quarter of 2011 is already in the books! I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed this year.
We here in Canada are immersed—well, as immersed as we ever get—in a federal political campaign, with Election Day less than two weeks off. We have to listen to the rhetoric and the whining and the mudslinging for just a few more days, so really, that’s not a big deal.
Mother Nature is showing her true nature by pelting us with unseasonably cold weather, blizzards, freezing rain, and whatever else she holds in her mixed bag—but not tornadoes, so really, that’s not a big deal either. Sure, we’re inconvenienced, and we’re disgruntled, but for the most part we’re safe, and we’ll get over it.
People everywhere continue to struggle to make ends meet, and here, I feel less optimistic. Do you know what depresses me the most about the gasoline prices? It isn’t that they’re high, although they are and it’s a pain in the butt having to pay so much. Where I am it’s about 1.34 per litre, which is the equivalent of about $5.20 U. S. a gallon. What depresses me is the fact that the people in charge of the big oil companies think we’re all too stupid to realize they’re just being greedy. They say these prices reflect the volatile nature of the price of oil, and blah, blah, blah, and then in the next breath they let it slip that, hey, what do you know, they had record-breaking profits!
I really dislike being played for stupid. Almost as much as I dislike the feeling that there’s really nothing we can do about those high prices.
In my opinion, this is the worst possible time for expenses to spike. Grocery prices are beginning to go up too, a direct result of the hike in the cost of gas. People are trying to recover from the horrendous economic implosion of just a couple of years ago. Some people have managed to get jobs, but in many cases they are jobs that pay far less than the ones they had previously.
How are people supposed to manage to pay for everything now?
To me it seems the reality is that the people who run our governments and the people who run our conglomerates simply don’t seem to care about ordinary folk.
More and more I feel as if our society is evolving into a two-horned beast. One horn is made up of the wealthiest, the uber-rich who live a lifestyle you and I simply can’t even imagine. The other horn is made up of most of the rest of us, because the affluent middle class is sinking slowly out of sight. The gap between the rich and the poor is widening, and this isn’t good, because one thing you can count on is that the poor, kept poor long enough, will become the oppressed.
History teaches us that every time human beings are oppressed they do eventually revolt. It amazes me that the oppressors haven’t figured that one out yet. Rather short sighted of them, don’t you think?
Or maybe they have figured it out, and think they can cheat history. Maybe they think they can keep us frightened and powerless, hopeless and penniless, clinging to the fading image of how things used to be. Maybe, they think we can be convinced that if we just give up some of our freedoms, and our expectations, that we will all be happier, and better off, in the long run.
I want to say that I have faith in my fellow man not to buy what they’re selling. But the ones doing the selling are so darned talented in the smoke and mirrors department, that I’m genuinely concerned.
It’s just a good thing that I believe in miracles. I think we need one, and badly.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Angelic Forecast ~ #137
Touching him is strange to my senses, yet good. And, good in a way I’m not certain I understand.
The words roll off my tongue before I can stop them. “Are you the god around these parts?”
He hesitates now, and I notice a subtle twinkle in his gaze. “One of them.”
So, what does an Earth woman say to that?
Before I know it, he has taken me in hand, and we are walking toward the infamous Face on Mars. I shiver inside. Hardly an apt description for what I’m feeling.
I’m definitely on some kind of feminine high simply because ‘he’ is beside me. A grace of movement possesses me, and yeah, there are clouds beneath my feet.
And, omygawd, the Face! As we near, the giant side looks even more like heavy brass, only with an odd texture I’m unfamiliar with. “What is the Great Lion Man constructed out of?”
“It is a crystalline structure that has been overlaid with a gold and copper mixture that was electrified. The substance then naturally adheres by melding with the surface. Time alters it little.”
“Good shocks is right,” I burst out softly.
Instead of entering as others are doing, a door opens. That is, it seems to phase open. The opening is dark, and I hesitate. However, Amen-Dhuroth, leads me forward, and we step into a pool of intense golden light.
I feel as if I am bathed by sacred particles. My eyes shut like I’m in the shower, and a sense of timelessness takes me over.
“We are being cleansed of impurities.” Amen-Dhuroth explains. “It will cause our experience to be magnified.”
“Magnified,” I whisper. The enormity of my situation hits me. When I open my eyes again, we stand inside a room somewhat similar to the pyramid. A series of symbols are engraved on the soaring walls. The four walls appear like giant stone tablets, and I am in awe.
“Computer code,” I say, slowly spinning around. “It’s a type of computer code, isn’t it?”
“Yes, from those who colonized Mars after the Great Disaster. It is the story of the solar system wars as they understood them.”
“Were they part of the wars?”
“Only as observers.”
An eery knowing fills me. “The war continues, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, the original combatants both settled on Earth. They are two of the races. There were six separate races in the beginning. That is, for the current epoch of time.”
“They’re still fighting. The two races?”
“Yes. Their progeny carry on the war, spurred on by those with corrupt souls who would be kings.”
“Sounds about right,” I murmur, a sour taste in my mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
For the following full-moon week, and for the next four weeks THOSE who are the ‘Usurpers of Power’ will make major moves against humanity. This will become obvious by how the continued strife and conflict on the world stage plays out.
Unless there is an intervention, it is likely that a major city in the US will also be a demonstration of this global power grab. These tighten-the-noose moves are in opposition to the AWAKENING that is lighting up the minds of everyone on Earth. At warp speed ‘the people’ are becoming wise to the centuries-old con games used to control them.
As more of the states decide to stand up to the Usurpers, and take back their rights, this will signal the beginning of a Civil War, one that is fought with the power of ideas. And with money.
With the deliberate death of the dollar looming on the horizon, now is the time to organize the best ways to trade, barter, and create your own local commerce. Also, an expansion of the underground economy is advisable. If you have those skills put them to good use. Be Robin Hood.
At this time, there will be a massive campaign to centralize, and take over the internet by the Usurpers. The carrot will be held out while the big stick is readied to strike down anyone who is opposed.
From this point forward, there will be massive movements of the world’s populations due to the ongoing wars and rebellions. This will also occur because of the natural and orchestrated catastrophes. Once several of Earth’s largest volcanoes erupt, this scenario will intensify. Be prepared as you are able.
Remember, at this time in history, possession is nine-tenths of the law, as far as survival is concerned. Whatever you can hold against the enemies of humanity will benefit not only you, but everyone. THOSE who know how to live outside the system, as far as the use of technology and basic farming, will become the new heroines and heroes of the future.
Trendwise, if you are able, now is the time to purchase *real* gold and silver coins, and secret them away. However, DO NOT yield to any form of panic. There is no need. Because the scammers are coming out of the woodwork like fleas, seek out ONLY reputable dealers. As well, remember, food and good water, are far more valuable as barter items.
There is a Grand Angelic surprise on the horizon. Take heart, and trust the divine inside you. Trust the magickal and spiritual being you are.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~
Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes?
Blurb: Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down?
~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL SPRINGTIME ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
[Three Star Republic]
Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ Newly acquired by Siren-BookStrand ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween?
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Michele Zurlo Radio Interview
I've been interviewed by Desmond Haas of the Romance Radio Network. I talk about a few of my novels and how I develop my characters.
Here's the link: http://romanceradio.net/2011/04/11/rrn-michele-zurlo-author-interview-show-028/
Wishing you lots of steam,
Michele Zurlo
Exclusive new excerpt from Heart of a Cowboy
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Dreamy cowboys, sexy Indians and alpha shifters and everything you want in a gay romance fill the pages.
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Derek is only working for a month to pay off his debt to Jessie, but not everyone likes his openly homosexual lifestyle. He knows what it feels like to be beaten to within an inch of his life so he doesn't give a rat's ass what people think.
The attraction between him and the hunky Indian Ishwar is instantly satisfying. He finds himself begging for more every second he is near him, but when he falls into the arms of a stranger, things only begin to heat up, until an unforeseen peril puts him in danger.
Derek must prove he has the heart of a cowboy, and it will take every ounce of love and strength in his heart to make it through this ordeal alive.
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He could heal his body, but the soul it protected had also been wounded. There were cuts that ran deep in the man’s spirit.
What had happened to him?
Derek’s lips parted and Lucas felt an irresistible urge to kiss him. He leaned over Derek’s body, brushing his lips over the other man’s mouth in the lightest of touches. Derek’s eyes fluttered open and his mouth opened and closed like a fish, as if he wanted to protest what had just happened. Desire. Confusion. Fear. It was all there in his expression for anyone to read.
God help him. He wanted to kiss him again.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Lucas suddenly pulled away. He felt disturbed that he had broken the trust he was given. It wasn’t like him to break his word, and a wolf was only as good as his word. “Sorry I kissed you.”
Derek sat up suddenly and rubbed his ribs. “I don’t know what you did but thank you. I don’t feel any pain anymore.”
“But you didn’t like having me touch you.”
“It’s not that.” Derek shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor.
“Then, what? You don’t like my kisses?”
“There’s someone else.”
“If it doesn’t feel right, then you don’t have to do anything. I feel something when I am with you that I can’t explain, but if you don’t feel that same attraction then I am not going to force myself on you.”
The worry lines on Derek’s face intensified. “I didn’t say I didn’t like you. I feel that attraction too.” He placed his hand on Lucas’s chest, the corners of his mouth dragged down by the frown. “It’s just…without him here it feels like I am cheating on him.”
“You two have a commitment?”
“No, but…” Derek closed his eyes, seemingly unsure of what to say next.
“But what?”
“Fuck, it could be something special. I didn’t ask for a commitment, but I don’t want to do something stupid to lose him.”
“So you have slept with this other man?” Why did he feel jealous? He shouldn’t care about him, much less feel the prongs of jealous anger rise up from deep within him.
“We barely even kissed. I won’t lie to you.” Derek’s words were low and throaty, filled with need and the restrained desire that he felt beneath the surface. “I want to fuck you. I want to be fucked by you. I want to feel you enter me from behind and drive your cock into my ass, loading it up with cum, but I feel guilty.”
“Then what’s the hang-up? It could be just this once—to get it out of our system.” It was a lie. Lucas knew it the moment he uttered the words, but he didn’t care. He wanted this man, even if he had to lie to get him. “You never have to see me again after tonight.”
“Just this once.” Derek’s voice was soft and dreamy as he moved in for the kiss. His lips smashed against Lucas. Swift. Passionate. Conveying everything he wanted—needed from the other man. Lucas answered with his own desire, lust driving his kiss, and he felt Derek’s hard body against his own. Rubbing his cock into the other man’s groin. Hungry for more.
His skin was soft as silk, but it covered muscles of steel.
Derek reached for Lucas’s groin and met his hard-on eagerly. He unleashed the monster from its confines in seconds. Lucas was good. He had him undressed before he realized what had happened. A wide grin spread over his face as his eyes dropped to stare at Lucas’s package wagging in the air. “Nice hardware, Ace.”
A feral growl escaped his chest as he leapt to cover Derek’s body with his own.
***
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Missy Lyons
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Heart of a Cowboy is all about manlove, sexy werewolf shifters, Indian shamans, and a young man who must prove he has the heart of a cowboy.
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
New Release: TAMING JENNA by Stacey Espino
Jenna can outride and outshoot any of the cowboys on the Wagner ranch. She's content to live invisibly amongst the ranch hands, hiding from a past she can't accept.
When Trevor and Conner find out her carefully guarded secret, Jenna's life turns upside down. She gives in to the rugged, sexy cowboys and explores her sexuality in new and unconventional ways. When the lust fades, can she handle committing long-term to Trevor and Conner?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Dragon's Bloodmoon up for best book at HEA reviews
Hi everyone.
Dragon's Bloodmoon is up for best book at HEA review both in the best book and best cover category. Drop by and vote. I'd be very grateful.
Best book
http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/p/best-book-contest_30.html
Best cover
Wednesday's Words for April 13, 2011
Last week, the high school in our community suffered the loss of one of its young students. The fifteen-year-old boy succumbed to the injuries he suffered, having been struck by a commuter train as he walked along the train tracks the week before. The rail line is off limits, of course. Police routinely charge teens with trespassing when they catch them there.
This sad and senseless incident immediately brought to mind a similar tragedy that occurred when my late son was sixteen. One of his best friends fell to his death onto solid ice, from those very same tracks, but further down the line, where the rails span the river.
The day following that horrible accident more than a decade ago, my home was filled with teenagers, all grieving, and all whose parents didn’t seem to grasp the significance of this event in their children’s lives. “I told my folks and they said that was too bad and then they went back to watching TV.” Nearly every kid in our house that day and evening said a version of that same thing. So my beloved and I hugged, we listened, we mopped tears and we fed them dinner.
It was the one time in my late son’s life when I knew we were doing it right.
My grandson and his girlfriend, both of whom knew this young man who’d just died, stopped by to tell me of his passing, as it had just been announced to the student body.
While here, the girl called her mother to tell her the sad news, but more, to look for the solace she needed. Her mother’s response was less than ideal. Instead of listening, or offering sympathy, the woman told her daughter she was ‘stupid’ for being upset, that she should worry about her own life instead. Several feet away, I heard every shouted word clearly.
Teenagers are emotional creatures. They tend to look at the world through a largely narcissistic lens, and I would be the first one, under most circumstances, to not take too seriously any grievance or issue they might take up as a cause célèbre.
The death of a peer is different. It’s a major watershed event in the life of a teen.
Up until they lose a friend their own age, teens secretly and deep-down believe they’re immortal. Oh, they know they’re not, but death happens to older folks. Losing a friend their own age is profoundly significant for them. I wonder that some parents don’t seem to understand that.
I’m sure there have to be many who do; but what’s with the rest of them?
I suppose this is just the way it is. We all know people who are exceptional parents and we all know people who never should have been allowed to reproduce.
Does that sound harsh? It’s always been a wonder to me, that for the most important task any of us can ever assume in life, there are no pre-requisites. You don’t have to pass any exams, achieve any degrees, complete any sort of community service requirement in order to have children.
As parents, we all make mistakes. That’s inevitable. Add into the mix that the fact that our children are complete persons, which means, of course, that they have wills of their own. Navigating the waters of parenthood without major incidents of failure could almost, at least in my opinion, be considered a sort of miracle.
My heart goes out to this young man’s family. By all accounts, he was a respectful kid, gifted artistically. His elementary teachers remembered him as friendly and creative, and as a boy who very rarely got into trouble. He was a good kid.
But even good kids sometimes make a bad decision. And sometimes the result of that one bad decision is every parent’s worst nightmare.
Love,
Morgan
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http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Bridled and Saddled is a New Siren Publishing LoveXtreme title
Just Released Yesterday from Siren Publishing, Bridled and Saddled follows the best selling novella, Bridled and Branded. Bridled and Saddled joins Siren Publishing's new LoveXtreme line and can be purchased straight from the publisher's website: http://www.bookstrand.com/bridled-and-saddled
Lynlee Lewis McCain is a woman in love, only she's a little confused about who she's permitted to love. She married a man she adored, embraced a lifestyle he introduced, and ultimately understood what it meant to become a wanted woman—in more ways than one.
Hoping to keep Lynlee safe from a madman, Blaine McCain realizes he can’t move Lynlee completely out of harm’s way. After Lynlee is abducted by a serial killer, she becomes targeted by a lunatic, a madman reasonably distraught because Lynlee is the one who got away, the only victim who can identify him.
After a short stay in the hospital, Lynlee returns to the mountains of North Carolina where the McCain brothers vow to keep her safe. Lynlee soon discovers there are several men willing to die for her, but there’s also more than one lunatic interested in seeing her dead.
Available now at Siren Publishing: http://www.bookstrand.com/bridled-and-saddled
Procrastination... How do we get rid of it?
Every person who works from home knows their greatest enemy is procrastination. It's difficult to keep disciplined and do your job when there are so many distractions. Whether it is the latest LOLcat, a FB app, obsesively looking for reviews or checking email (in the case of authors), everything seems engineered to stop us from working.
For my part, I've lost count of the number of FB apps I've used since getting an account. I'm a curious person so when my eye falls on something, I can't help but click. I've stopped using most, with the exception of a select few, but somehow, I still manage to waste time (see this blog post).
So how do you keep yourself from procrastinating? Thoughts?
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Angelic Forecast ~ #136
Goddess! Can I say I love the way he says my supposed other-life name? So, yes, it takes me a moments to absorb his words also, but I say, “Oh.” Then, I utter, “Wow.”
Before me is a banquet of diverse races... that is, people, humanoids, of most every description I can think of. They are milling around the base of the Face on Mars, and are streaming inside.
“Well, this is more fun than a barrel of monkey,” I utter inanely.
As if on cue, a family of humanoid monkeys walks toward a towering entrance, their two little ones in tow. “Okay, that’s more reminiscent of The Planet of the Apes... except they aren’t apes.”
Floating us above the landing port, Amen-Dhuroth circles, then performs a gentle slide into what appears to be a designated spot. When I gaze at him, my brows raised, he smiles with a bit of smug satisfaction.
“I am known here.”
“I guess so.” Deciding he’s not going to tell me more, I don’t ask, but watch him unfold himself with that leonine grace of his, and move around to my side of the flying car.
“If you will take hold of my hand, I will mitigate the good shocks you are experiencing.” As he speaks, he opens the door, then presents his palm.
“Good shocks is right.” With some hesitation I take his hand, and step out. His warmth spreads through me like honey and sunlight, and I feel a sense of calm.
Touching him is strange to my senses, yet good. And, good in a way I’m not certain I understand.
The words roll off my tongue before I can stop them. “Are you the god around these parts?”
He hesitates now, and I notice a subtle twinkle in his gaze. “One of them.”
So, what does an Earth woman say to that?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The following week, and during the next two weeks, there will be a strange chaos of events. This will be due, in part, to what has been called the ‘paranormal’ making itself known to humanity.
The magick of the old ways on Earth is emerging as has been mentioned before. There will be more evidence of this as the year progresses. However, much of it will be kept suppressed. And, it is only those who search for this type of news and seek this information, who will be in the know.
Still, magic and magick, in general, is on the rise. This will be noticed in all layers of society, and will soon transcend the traditional Hollywood representations many of us are most familiar with.
Look to yourself for your own inner magick. It’s there, and waiting to be noticed, then brought forth in ways which will most benefit you and others.
In these times, magick is your ally. And, that is why, every effort will be made to suppress, or demonize these natural human abilities.
There will be those who are known as the Magicians. They come forth now to guide and assist in the development of humanity’s magickal mind and soul. In many cases, the Magicians will ‘not’ be recognized for who they are, so that they may help as many as possible.
On the economic front, look for more lip service by the so-called leaders. The massive lies are designed to make you believe ‘you’ are the problem, and ‘they’ are the solution. In truth, your freedom, your ability to be free, is their problem, just as it became the problem of the British monarchy when they were defeated in the Revolutionary war.
Look around you this week, and notice the Renegades. Their voices are becoming louder, more strident, and more recognized. Notice also, the rise of the Renegade in you.
Trendwise, this is the week for all things magical and magickal. This is the time to notice the new emergence of magick, and take advantage as suits you, and your life.
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~
Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes?
Blurb: Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down?
~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL SPRINGTIME ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
So you want to be a writer?
I think everyone has a story in their heart. Something they may have waited all their life to find the time to get down on paper. I've talked to many of these people at conferences and events like my booksignings where they ask my advice. It's the same every time and I have to wonder why they choose not to just sit down and do it.
My advice is the same every time. I have three simple rules to becoming a writer.
1. Read.
Don't think it comes easy. You need to study the books you read. The plot, the grammar, the spelling, and the style it's written in, but not just the obvious things. Look at the best sellers and try to figure out why people are hooked on those books. You need to understand what people want to read and study other books in the genre you wish to write.
2. Write--but more importantly Re-write.
Your book will never get written if you don't sit down and write it. Make time to pound on the keyboard and try to keep your writing time sacred, but when you finally finish that story don't stop there. Now the hard part is editing and rewriting your story to make it a great story.
3. Look for opportunities to publish what you write.
It does you no good to write and then bury your work in a closet. You need to try to put your work out where the general public can see it. Whether you get paid for what you write or not is not important (yet). This will enable you to get feedback and see what you need to improve to begin living your dream.
Being paid as a professional writer.
So, that's my basic advice. Whether you choose to follow it or not is another story, but becoming a writer is simple. You can do it.
Lots of love,
Missy Lyons
Author of Magic, Seduction, and Fantasy
Siren Author of
COWBOYS DON'T DANCE
HEART OF A COWBOY
LYNNE'S LOVE TRIANGLE
available at Bookstrand.com:
http://www.bookstrand.com/missy-lyons
Book of the Week Nominee
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My stories "A Hunter's Desire" and "Cowboy Keeper" were reviewed this week and are up for Book of the Week honor this weekend (voting runs from Saturday, April 9th through Sunday April 10th). You can find the information here on Saturday: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/index.htm
Friday, April 8, 2011
Cover for Her Unexpected Love
Hello all, I have great news to share. I just got the cover art for Her Unexpected Love. I think it's amazing. Mike is starting his dream job. He hadn't expected to find Devon living in Montauk too. All thoughts turn to his unrequited feelings for the girl who turned into the woman of his dreams. Getting reacquainted as adults will shape their private and professional futures. I'll be back soon when I get a release date. You can get more information about this novel at sirenpubishing.com/coming soon or lillilthpayne714.com I hope everyone has a great weekend, Lillith
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Wednesday's Words for April 6, 2011
Recently there was a furor in the blogosphere with regard to a review offered on a book written by an “indie” author.
For those of you who are unaware, an “indie” author is a writer who, without benefit of publisher, has made their book available to be read, which the reader may purchase for that purpose. This is easily done these days using Amazon Kindle and the Barnes & Noble Nook.
I won’t mention the name of the reviewer or the author, because those facts are not really important. The review did have some positive comments to make with regard to the novel as story-telling. However, the reviewer rated it poorly because the book contained copious spelling and grammatical errors.
Shades of High School mid-terms. Every time I took a test when I was in High School, some classmate would invariably ask, “Does spelling count?”
It would seem that some of us who are authors are still asking that question. Therefore, in this essay, here and now, let me answer that age old query, for once and for all.
Yes, spelling counts. It matters all the time, every time.
Why does it matter? First, spelling errors in a story tend to pull the reader out of the story. The effect is not so different from having a glass of ice cold water tossed in your face, without warning. The author’s goal should be to hook the reader and keep their attention riveted on his/her book until the last page has been turned. Spelling and grammar errors work directly opposite to this goal.
Second, flawless spelling and grammar speak to the care taken by the author to present the reader with as excellent an experience as that author is capable of creating. When a piece contains numerous errors, it’s as if the author has posted this caveat at the beginning of the work: “I don’t respect myself or you enough to go to the trouble to make it excellent.”
Third, poor spelling and poor grammar equal poor education. Don’t get me wrong. Some of the most intelligent, and wise people amongst us didn’t have the opportunity to achieve more than a Secondary School diploma. But you can bet your ashes they’ve taught themselves, and elevated their reading level to the equivalent of college graduate or beyond. Yes, they took great pains to be the best they could be.
We, who are authors, are authors all the time. I believe that if we consider ourselves to be professional authors, then, by golly, we need to be professional in every face we show the world outside of our own bathrooms.
This means, that when we submit anything that people are going to read, we take care that it is clear, concise, and as clean in grammar and spelling as we can make it.
It means that when we receive a review for our work, we send a personal note or e-mail to the reviewer, saying, “thank you for taking the time.” If it is a good review, why then, we will publicize it and perhaps be a tad more profuse in our thanks. If it is a bad review, we will simply forget it. Seriously. The best thing you can do is to act as if it never happened.
Finally, it means we don’t rant and rave and bitch about life, the landlord, our editor, the horrible dinner we were served in the restaurant last night, the unsatisfying sex with our spouse afterwards, or the price of tea in China. It means we don’t pepper those raves with reams of profanity. Contrary to the belief of some, scattering F-shots through one’s prose doesn’t make one appear anything but vocabulary-challenged.
In short, if we consider ourselves to be professional authors, then it behooves us to behave professionally, all of the time.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Monday, April 4, 2011
Angelic Forecast ~ #135
“The pyramids represent the original star system of the inhabitants. They also produce a stabilizing field for craft landing at the Leonine complex. The welcoming face is currently called, most affectionately, Great Lion Man.”
“A feline race, then?”
“Never call them felines.” He erupts with laughter. “We are lions by pedigree. Humanoid lions, of course.”
Lion man! I think. Okay, but he doesn’t look like my idea of a cat race. Then again, he doesn’t look ‘not’ lion, either.
My gaze captured by the Leonine complex, I shout, “You’re a human lion?”
“My heritage is mostly humanoid lion, yes. However...”
A stiff sideways wind whips his words away. I lean in his direction, straining to hear. In those moments, my jaw drops open. The sides of the Great Lion Man are golden. Maybe, more of a brassy color of gold.
And, it does appear to be a tourist trap. I can see all sorts of air-type vehicles and saucers on a huge circle. A landing port, I assume.
“However?” I yell as he slows our semi-wild wonderful ride.
“I believe you know the name Ra.”
“The Egyptian Ra?”
“Yes, Sh’raka, he is my uncle.”
Goddess! Can I say I love the way he says my supposed other-life name? So, yes, it takes me a moments to absorb his words also, but I say, “Oh.” Then, I utter, “Wow.”
Before me is a banquet of diverse races... that is, people, humanoids, of most every description I can think of. They are milling around the base of the Face on Mars, and are streaming inside.
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The following week begins with the New Moon in Aries. With the world ruled by these cosmic energies there is likely to be a great increase in violence. Beyond the current horrific levels. This is true for land changes, political changes and on a personal level.
Also, being compliant will become a thing of the past for many of us on Earth. Tolerance for being manipulated, for being used and abused by the system, is coming to an end.
Sadly, those who are not aware of these rising tides toward human freedom, will be targeted as they serve the dictates of the ‘corrupt’ powers that be. It is advisable, at this point in history, to become a part of a good community, rather than to serve a master who is planning to betray you in the end.
This week, and the next six weeks is a time to grab all the good you can for yourself and your loved ones, while doing your best to avoid the massive attempts at deception aimed at humanity as a whole. In part, this means, making certain your household is prepared to withstand an emergency situation.
TRUTH is being blasted at us by the will of the Divine, and by the ‘will’ of those who are willing to know the truth. All levels of truth. As well, the ‘truth’ is being attacked as if it is the enemy, blasted by a high-tech smoke and mirrors campaign.
Look for ways to hunker down this week. The ‘coming global superstorm’ has arrived. Weather changes and social upheaval will become the norm.
This is true on the economic front, as well. Currently, there is a raging battle between three mafia-type elite groups who are responsible for the world’s *failing* monetary system. The consequences of this internal war is adding to the levels of violence, and will continue to do so. However, it is also bringing about the eventual downfall of all those who are corrupt.
On the positive side, this week is likely to bring a major surprise or two that will work in your favor. This can occur either in your personal life or on the world stage.
Trend wise, this week offers a look at the unfolding direction of future trends that are forming for the rest of year, and into the next decade. One of the biggest of these trends is HEALTH. Everything that contributes to health will become sought after. That is, good food, good water, good air. Also, natural therapies and medicines will begin to reign supreme. What has been called the health care system is crashing to the ground. Boom! Boom! Boom!
Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~
Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes?
Blurb: Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down?
~~~ IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend, BookStrand author of FLAVIA’S SECRET, A SECRET TREASURE, BLUE GOLD, BRONZE LIGHTNING, SILK AND STEEL, HOLIDAY IN BOLOGNA and CHASING RACHEL ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL SPRINGTIME ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Siren-BookStrand Author of ~
All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print
Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Coming Monday ~ Locked In: Wicked Missions 1
Locked In
Wicked Missions 1
By: Elizabeth Raines | Other books by Elizabeth Raines
Categories: Erotic Romance, Futuristic, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction
Word Count: 24,353
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
AVAILABLE: Monday, April 4th
[#370 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements]
Leesa Bouchard hires pilots and fellow wranglers Cain Hammel and Geoff Adams to share her lucrative mission—to bring the Dreaming Death virus from the barren planet of Charos in the war torn Rhotan System to Virus Initiative Corporation on Earth.
On their return flight, they’re arrested for smuggling an “illegal” virus, despite their insistence they were hired for the job. The sentence? Quarantine—thirty days for Leesa to spend with the two men she’s fantasized about for the entire mission. As they explore their mutual attraction and nurture their growing affection, she finds herself the target of a government investigation into who contracted her to collect the deadly virus. Evidence points to terrorists from the Rhotan System who might be targeting Earth.
Can Cain and Geoff help Leesa clear her name and protect her when a government agent wants to use her as bait to capture the terrorists?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Elizabeth Raines is a Siren-exclusive author.
Available in: HTML, Mobipocket, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, EPUB
Price: $4.99
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Cover Art by Les Byerley
Excerpt
STORY EXCERPT
Cain growled at the A.A. agent who slapped the restraints on his wrists. Dressed in a protective bodysuit, the agent turned his attention to Leesa, roughly pulling her wrists behind her back. Bad enough he and Geoff were being shackled. They sure didn’t need to put those things on a woman. “Do you have to use the handcuffs on her?”
She was shoved over between him and Geoff. Each man took a step in front of her, shielding her with their bodies. “Easy, boys,” she whispered. “I’m fine.” A quiet chuckle. “Not the first time I’ve been in cuffs, although last time was a helluva lot more fun.”
Cain grinned at her pluck, glancing over to see a smirk on Geoff’s face as well.
The A.A. officials were searching the Summer Wind with a fine-tooth comb. They looked like aliens in their silver bodysuits that protected them from any kind of contaminants. When a crash echoed from inside the ship, Geoff’s grin quickly changed to a scowl. “I don’t know what you think you’re gonna find!” he shouted. “We don’t smuggle! We have a contract with Viral Initiative Corporation!”
Leesa leaned against Geoff, rubbing her cheek against his upper arm and whispering softly, “We’ll fix it, honey. Whatever they break on your ship, we’ll fix it.”
Funny, Cain hadn’t thought about how small she was, how fragile she appeared as she stood there, trying to comfort an enraged Geoff. And her efforts actually seemed to be working. The scowl eased, and he tipped his body closer to hers. Cain inched closer, and it only took a moment before Leesa looked up at him with those big, hazel eyes and gave him a lopsided grin. “It’s only stuff, baby.”
Honey. Baby. Pet names? His heart skipped a beat at the notion of her returning the affection he and his lover held for her. Now wasn’t exactly the proper time to ask.
The A.A. officer tilted his head as if listening to the communicator in his ear, and then a slow, wicked smile spread over his face. He stared at the trio through his mask and sneered, “Gotcha. They found your contraband.”
“We don’t have contraband,” Geoff said with another growl.
“Yeah, that’s what they all say,” the agent replied. “Let’s see what my buddies bring out of your ship.”
As if on cue, two A.A. agents descended the ramp to the cargo hold. One of them held the container full of the venom they’d milked from the thanatos lizards.
“You brought an unregistered virus with you,” the A.A. agent with the container announced.
“It’s not unregistered,” Leesa insisted. “We were contracted by V.I.C. for the dreaming death virus. V.I.C. was supposed to file the paperwork so we could land on Earth and transfer that container to them for their research.”
The agent shook his head. “V.I.C. says they didn’t send you to Charos. Hell, not much coming in from the Rhotan System is allowed yet, not even most immigrants. You stupid wranglers think you can sneak illegal shit past us? Guess again.”
“I had a contract!” she said, stomping her foot.
“Sorry,” the agent replied. “You approached Earth with an unregistered virus. Time to pay the price.”
“Oh, God… You know what this means?” Leesa shifted her gaze between the men before she doubled over as if someone had struck her in the gut.
“Lees?” Cain asked. “What’s—” He didn’t have to ask what was wrong. He knew. “Quarantine.”
“Oh, fuck,” Geoff said. “I hate quarantine.”
Her shoulders started to shake as a sob rose from her. “I…can’t…stay here. Not…in one of…” Her words tapered off to a choked, painful moan.
Cain felt helpless. He leaned down and whispered, “It’ll be okay, Leesa. It’ll be okay.” With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn’t even reach out to rub her back, let alone take her into his arms.
“What’s wrong with her?” Geoff asked.
“She’s claustrophobic,” Cain replied, rubbing his chin on her hair, wishing he could give her some kind of comfort. “Really claustrophobic.”
“But if we’re in quarantine… It’s so small.” The last word was a whisper.
“I know.”
Leesa rose to her full height, her eyes wide with panic. She took several steps toward the closest A.A. agent. “Stasis!” she screamed. “You have to put me in fucking stasis instead!”
“Can’t,” the agent replied, his voice calm despite her near hysteria. “Gotta see if you got anything nasty from those lizards, and viruses don’t develop in stasis.”
Geoff stepped forward to put himself between Leesa and the silver suit. “We milked those things for a month. We have a contract to get their dreaming death virus. You can’t quarantine us for a virus we had permission to wrangle, especially when we didn’t get infected. Scan us. Do we look fucking paralyzed to you?”
“Paralyzed? Shit, we’d be dead if one of those things bit us,” Cain added.
The agent stubbornly shook his head. “Can’t find any evidence of a contract. And med scans won’t pick up exotic viruses. You guys are on lockdown for thirty days. You wrangled a restricted virus. That’s automatic quarantine. You’re lucky we don’t take your fucking ship, too.”
“Thirty days?” A groan slipped out of Leesa, and her legs buckled until she knelt on the floor. “Put me in stasis… please!”
“Can’t,” the A.A. drone replied.
“We had a contract,” Cain insisted, stepping over to Leesa’s side. She leaned against his leg, and he could feel her trembling. “Check with V.I.C.!”
“Already told you, we did. V.I.C. says they’ve never heard of you.”
“Lees,” Cain asked, “who contracted you?”
She blinked a few times as if trying to search her memory. “Harris Streeter.”
“Hear that?” Cain said to the agent. “Contact Harris Streeter at V.I.C.”
The agent punched a few things into his communicator before he turned to walk away.
“I’ll die,” Leesa whispered. “If they put me in a quarantine pod, I’ll die."
Friday, April 1, 2011
On Bad Reviews and Second Languages
