His Unconventional Woman is now available

Good morning,

I have great news to share. His Unconventional Woman is now available.

Dana always loved Clay. With time, she realized she'd become an unconventional woman in most men's eyes. Home to stay, Dana finally let Clay know her secret. If he can accept her need for toys, spanking and bondage in the bedroom, they might stand a chance at a fuure together.

You can read a general and adult excerpt and order your download at www.sirenpublishing.com.

For more information, you can go to my site, www.lillithpayne714.com.

I hope everyone has a great weekend, Lillith

Wednesday's Words for September 28, 2011

We have a walnut tree at the front of our house, a tree that I both love and hate.
There’s not much yard between my house and the sidewalk; our porch has wrought iron railing, and it’s at a corner of the railing and to the edge of the sidewalk that this tree thrives.

The Walnut has more than doubled in size since we’ve been here. When we first moved in, the kids could step from the railing to the crotch of the tree, giving whichever one of them called it first a really cool seat when we were all on the porch together.

In those days, the tree shaded about a third of the house for part of the morning. Our house faces east, and in the south east corner of my porch, the morning sun has never shone when the tree is in full leaf.

We used to spend every nice summer evening—and more than a few thunderstorms—on that porch, under that tree, sipping coffee, reading, or just talking. My beloved and I believe it was our near-constant presence and chatter that helped the tree to grow so well.

Now, the crotch of the tree is forever out of reach, unless one wishes to execute a dare-devil manoeuvre from the roof of the house; the porch is completely in shade in the morning; and, sadly, branches are threatening to rub on our roof.

We’re going to have to have the tree trimmed, and despite whatever valiant noises Mr. Ashbury makes, I think we are going to have to call in professionals to do so.
That’s for this spring, I think, before the new leaves come out.

As I write this, I can tell you that not only does the tree shade the porch, but my office window, too. Yes, it stretches that far to the north—my office is to the north of the front door. And as I write this, there are walnut leaves, one by one, floating serenely to earth.

The odd thunk on the roof is the sound of walnuts falling to the ground…eventually.
Most of the walnuts are quickly gathered by the local squirrels. Every time I go out to get in the car, I toss any I see on the road back onto the lawn. It’s not only being kind to the furry little rodents; it’s making sure the road in front of my house isn’t dotted with those ugly brown splotches of squished walnuts.

This tree is the last one to bud in the spring, and the first one to drop its leaves in the fall. Actually, it starts losing those leaves before fall—just as soon as Mother Nature decides the walnuts have grown enough.

My Walnut began shedding its leaves about two weeks ago; and, lucky me, it will continue the process for at least another month and maybe even longer.

If I were the fastidious sort, I’d be committed to getting out and raking those leaves at least once every weekend. However, as you may have guessed, fastidious I am not.

A few years ago I tried to be a neatnik. I made myself get out there and I worked hard. I raked and bagged my walnut leaves when the tree was mostly nude. I filled nine bags, and set them to the curb to be collected. I then took the opportunity to admire my front yard, so neat and tidy.

Until the next weekend, by which time the many maple trees in the yards across and down from me had dropped their bounty of red, yellow and brown leaves.

I told myself, as I raked furiously this second time, filling another several bags, that I really didn’t mind cleaning up the mess from my neighbour’s trees; after all, I had enjoyed sitting on my porch and looking at those maples in full leaf for most of the summer.

That particular and very personal and silent mantra didn’t make the chore go any faster, or become any easier to do, of course.

But it did give me a sense of satisfaction—and I’ll take all of that I can get.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/

CONTEST: What's your Yummy Pleasure?

Hello Siren Readers...Nicole Morgan here, author of 6 titles published by Siren and here to share a fun little contest.

It's been a while since I've had a contest for no reason other than the sheer pleasure of it so that's what this contest is for... YUMMY PLEASURE

Everyone has their own likes and dislikes, their own wants and needs, that goes without saying. But then there are cravings. Those things that make you wild and crazy. Things that bring you past the point of all reason and bring out our uninhibited and primal side. Aren't those sides when we're at our best? ~Insert wicked grin here~

I currently have 7 books released. They are, Intimate Persuasions, Sudden Devotion, Love Knows No Boundaries, The Sweet Awakenings (Navy SEAL) Series and my newest release, Beck and Call. In this contest all you have to do is click on the links for my books. Read the book blurb to get a glimpse into the characters. Tell me who your yummy would be.Which one of these characters, male or female would bring you to the point of no return. Which of them would make you at their mercy, willing to do anything and everything they asked?

If any of you naughty little readers and writers wish to add in anything extra, such as what cravings you have, or what you would do if pushed to the point of no return...well...far be it for me to stop you. Post whatever your wicked little minds can conjure up. 

Leave me your comments and answers HERE. I will draw 3 winners on October 1st. The book you reference will be the one you win, unless you indicate another preference in your comment. 

*All prizes will be awarded in eBook format

Good Luck! And Happy YUMMY PLEASURE Hunting!

A Class Apart

My first contemporary, A Class Apart, was just released by SirenBookStrand. As a Brit growing up on the Isle of Wight, surrounded by historic buildings, I suppose it was inevitable that I’d cut my writing teeth on regencies. The vibes from yester-year must have seeped into me like osmosis, quite without my knowledge so what else could I do?

A Class Apart is a ‘modern day’ regency – if it’s possible for such a beast to exist. If it isn’t I guess I just invented a new genre. Anyway, I got to thinking about the antics of the aristocracy in modern day England. Some things have changed little in the two hundred years that have elapsed since the regency era. As then, half of them appear to be up to their eyes in debt, or scandal, or both, but that doesn’t detract from that ‘social status’. They are still very much in demand and consider themselves A Class Apart from us lesser mortals.

Lady Octavia Radleigh is working as an interior designer for a trendy company in London, blissfully unaware that her grandfather, the Marquis of Frampton, is crippled with debts that will result in the loss of the ancestral family home, Radleigh Manor. When she find out, she’s fiercely determined to keep the manor within the family’s control, especially since the guy who wants to buy it is some financial guru with lowly origins. Quite simply, he’s beyond the pale. Jake Bentley, the would-be purchaser, is equally determined to acquire the house to prove to the world that he’s nobody’s lackey. Octavia hatches a wild plan to turn the house into an upmarket hotel, aimed at the American market. All she has to do now is persuade Jake to finance her crazy scheme.

Game on!

Boxed into a corner, Jake agrees to give it a shot. But someone is out to sabotage their efforts. As he gets to know Octavia better he concedes that she’s not all bad. Full of admiration for her feisty determination to save her home, his protective instincts are tested when she puts herself directly in the line of danger to achieve her goal…

A Class Apart is a book that I passionately believe in, so much so that I named my rescued dog Jake Bentley after the hero. Well, they’re both handsome mongrels with independent spirits and naughty streaks so it seemed like the right thing to do. And do you know what, I even dedicated the book to my Jake. A book dedicated to a dog. Has that been done before?

A Class Apart from SirenBookStrand  http://www.bookstrand.com/a-class-apart Just $4.49

Read the first chapter on my website at http://www.wendysoliman.com and let me know what you think.

Wendy

Angelic Forecast ~ #160

Already, he has whirled. He leaps into a run, and a feeling of helplessness overwhelms me as I watch him disappear. I want to fight by his side.

Instead I stroke one of the dog’s head. They have crowded around me. One of them hops up beside me, settling against my side as if to comfort me.

“It’s not good,” I whisper. “Not here on Mars. And not on Earth, my beloved Earth.” No, it’s not good. I know.

As I come to grips with my sudden, beyond-my-belief situation, I see a circle of gentle white light. It becomes a brilliant orb suspended high in the room. Since I feel no fear, I continue gazing, and get that knowing sense...

The Cherub appears, a jovial smile on his face. Relief and happiness flood through me. I straighten fast, answering him with my own grin. Of course, in the back of my mind, I wonder if he’s arrived to take me back to Earth. That unsettles me, and grieves me.

With a subtle sweep of his arm, the Heavenly One widens his illumined circle. “I’ve brought a friend,” he announces.

Moon Dream bounds through, a big wolfie smile on her furred face.

I open my arms to her, and my pulse quickens with joy. Simultaneously, the dogs leap toward Moon Dream. I watch as an orgy of sniffing commences.

Once Moon Dream is accepted, she jumps into my arms, my huge furry bundle. While she gives me several tongue-licking kisses my cheek, I hug her close.

Long moments later, I ask, “Have you come to take me back?”

“No. You are safer here, my beloved one, with Amen-Dhuroth.”

Given the Cherub’s extra serious tone, I frown and ask, “Safer?”

“Yes. You, among many others on Earth have been targeted.” The Heavenly One pauses, his expression the fiercest I’ve ever witnessed. “The time of extermination has arrived. Sooner than was thought by the Divine Council.”

“Extermination,” I whisper, the breath rushing from my lungs.

“Any human who is considered dangerous to the plans of the soulless ones is now targeted.”

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The theme for this is week is ‘Lifeline and Lightline’. We, the human community, are each others’ lifeline. As well, we are becoming the ‘lightline’ as we help and guide each other through these upcoming times.

For, it is the community that will survive and thrive in the Aquarian Age, and this week that truth will become more obvious to many. There is a caveat, however. Only communities who cherish freedom, who respect each other as individuals, and who encourage an independent and innovative spirit, will remain strong and viable over the long run.

For the following week, make a conscious decision to look around you. Take notice of the changes that have occurred during the past year in your personal life, and in the world at large. This is crucial to understanding what will happen in the near future.

Also, from this point forward, social changes will occur in quantum leaps. Once again, the good face presents itself, and in opposition the evil face appears. Beneficent, Renaissance-like changes sweep across the globe now, all while the global surveillance grid is used for every manner of evil.

Watch for a zigzag pattern of events this week on the world stage. Your personal life is likely to be all over the map, as well. Sit still long enough to evaluate your best move, then move!

As the economy continues to tank, the global Banksters will ‘crow’ about their success while demanding they be given even more power over the almighty dollar, and the other world currencies. However, they are in for some rude surprises beginning toward the end of this week. This is because the AWAKENING has taken another quantum leap forward.

Sadly, at this time, the witch hunts begin anew against those who are highly psychic. This will not be apparent at first, because this Inquisition-like persecution will be kept beneath the public eye.

Trendwise, this week brings an abundance of opportunities to discover what type of work your soul resonates with most. The Soul Rising of humanity goes into high gear at this time. Those of you who are in touch with and expressing your soul self will be in demand to assist others. Do not be shy about accepting proper payment.

From a prior forecast ~ “a powerful magick is arriving, once again, and is available for those bold enough in vision to claim it. There will be individuals who will emerge as magicians, that is, the use of magick as it was practiced by the Wise Women and by those like Merlin. Before the Turning toward technology was allowed, as a method to circumvent the dark force, Magick reigned as the true and natural force on Earth.”

As All Hallows’ Eve 2011 approaches, there will be a dramatic shift toward true magick -- toward everything that is magical and paranormal.

Watch out for high strangeness this week.

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 BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL AUTUMN ~

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!
[Three Star Republic]

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ My new release ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween?

4.5 Red Roses for 'Palace of the Fountains'

I'm thrilled by this 4.5 Red Roses for my romantic suspense, 'Palace of the Fountains' by the review site Red Roses for Authors.


Red Roses for Authors:
This is an excellent romantic suspense that will keep the reader on the edge of their seat as they read this one. The story slowly pulls the reader in and before the reader knows it they are hooked and not willing to put this one down until they find out just what is the truth. The twists and turns are brilliantly subtle and will keep the reader guessing as to who is behind everything and just what exactly is going on. This is one to pick and read as the reader will not be disappointed in the end. I give this one 4-1/2 red roses.

Wednesday's Words for September 21, 2011

The Saturday of the Labor Day weekend, my beloved and I traveled to a farmer’s market that we like to visit a few times a year. Sometimes, we go there to buy meat; sometimes we want to look at tools, or crafts, or baked goods.

This particular trip was for veggies. The crops available there, directly from the farmers, are fresh, plentiful, and reasonably priced. Specifically, we drove for forty-five minutes to buy cucumbers.

I’d mentioned to my DH about a week before that I wanted to make sweet pickles again this year, the ones I made last year that had been such a hit with the family. Last year, I’d purchased a six quart basket, and ended up with something like 10 - 1 pint jars of pickles. At that time, I had also attempted to make pickled beets, but we won’t talk about that.

Oh, all right, I’ll tell you. I second-guessed the recipe and added more cloves than the recipe called for. Ugh. Ick. Enough said.

My beloved thought I should expand my repertoire and make dill pickles this year, too. I’ve made them in the past, of course. I should perhaps mention at this point that I last made them more than 20 years ago. But it’s just like riding a bicycle—or so I told myself.

I was impressed with the selection and the bounty at this very large, and very diverse indoor/outdoor market. We took our “granny cart” with us, and in short order had what we needed. I bought two sizes of cucumbers, “number 1” and “number 2” which are baby dill size and the next size up. I bought a peck of each.

Do you have any idea how many cucumbers there are in a peck? A whole heck of a lot more than I thought there were, that’s for sure.

My granddaughter came over to help me. She just turned 11, and she loves to cook. She proved an able assistant, and chopped the green and red peppers and peeled the tiny pearl onions (for the sweet mix).

I knew of course that I had more cucumbers (the #2s) for my sweets than last year. But somehow, in the fond memories of how well everyone, including me, liked those pickles, I’d forgotten just how much work was involved in scrubbing and slicing those little green buggers. But finally they were scrubbed and sliced and mixed with pieces of green and red pepper and small succulent onions. I sprinkled the entire mixture with pickling salt, coved them with ice, and sighing in appreciation of a job so far well done, let them begin to sit for the prescribed three hours.

Then I turned and saw the laundry basket full of #1s waiting to become dills.

I think I’ll leave the play by play recounting right there. My beloved stepped up to the plate and helped me with the work. By the end of the day, we had 12 quart jars of dills, 24 pint jars of sweets...and a lot of cucumbers left over.

I didn’t pay a lot for the produce, really. Logically, there was no reason I couldn’t just call the rest compost. Emotionally—wasting food simply isn’t how I’m wired.

I recalled the wonderful green relish I used to make—excellent by the way, my American friends, on hotdogs and hamburgers. I thought, well, there’s not that many cucumbers left. Surely it won’t take that long scrub, slice, scoop out the seeds, and chop. [On the heels of the effort just put out you would have thought I’d learned my lesson].

It took most of a morning to do that. But once everything was in the pot, it became simply a matter of slow simmering and stirring... off and on for the next three days.

I now also have 12 pints of green relish on my shelves, keeping the dills and the sweets company.

For any who are interested, I will post my relish recipe at the end of this essay on my Wednesday’s Words blog page. The link for that is in my signature lines.

Despite the exhaustion, I experienced a sense of accomplishment that money can’t buy. And I’m pretty sure that come next autumn, I’ll be repeating the exercise—but
with a fewer number of cucumbers.

Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/

New G-Spot!

I’ve just issued the latest edition of my newsletter, The G-Spot.

Highlights this issue:

·         What I’m Reading/Recommended Reads

·         This Issue’s Novel Excerpt: FOURTH AND GOAL by Jami Davenport

·         This Issue’s Spotlight Author: Multi-Published, Bestselling Author Jami Davenport

·         This Issue's Newsletter Contest—SUBSCRIBERS ONLY!

And more!

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Angelic Forecast ~ #159

“Enough, enough,” my lion man playfully tells them. At that moment, Deimos, the moon, switches on again.

“Inside!” Amen-Dhuroth roars.

Before I know it, he’s scooped me into his arms. With long swift strides he moves toward a tall arched door. The dogs follow in our wake, low growls in their throats.

I have no idea who the enemy is. All I know is that Amen-Dhuroth has turned into my protective warrior. I cannot explain the incredible, unexpected sensations I am feeling as a woman. To be so protected... no, I am not used to this. No way.

Even as I relish these new feelings, I worry about what is going on. My lion man carries me within his home, and I hear the dogs behind us. I can’t see my surroundings since it remains dark inside. Yet, his fast stride is unerring, and we make several turns.

Suddenly, he is half-running down what I believe is a long ramp. Moments later, we enter a pool of soft amber light. Quickly, he places me on sumptuous bedding.

“You will be safe here, my woman. I must return and fight the invaders.” The next moment his lips find mine, and his kiss devours me for only a brief instant.

Then he’s rising, launching upward like the powerful lion man he is. Desperately, I want to ask him who the invaders are... what’s going on. But, I sense he has no time to answer.

Already, he has whirled. He leaps into a run, and a feeling of helplessness overwhelms me as I watch him disappear. I want to fight by his side.

Instead I stroke one of the dog’s head. They have crowded around me. One of them hops up beside me, settling against my side as if to comfort me.

“It’s not good,” I whisper. “Not here on Mars. And not on Earth, my beloved Earth.” No, it’s not good. I know.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week, and into the year 2012, nothing that happens on the world stage will be real. It is merely a staged play, made to appear real for public consumption. Or, it can be viewed as a theatrical drama designed to fool, to deceive all those who watch. All those who care ‘not’ for the truth.

Because the ‘system’ is imploding and the AWAKENING is soaring, drastic measures are being devised and set into motion. Know this, anything done from a corrupt, self-serving and evil motive will backfire, no matter the horror ‘the soulless ones’ inflict on innocents.

At this point in time, the rebellion against the system launches into high gear. This will manifest in many ways, from the destructive to the highly spiritual.

As the demand for freedom becomes more and more obvious, much of the battle will occur behind the scenes. Also, know that the best success will be gained by those who go their own way and follow their truth, and by those who form like-minded communities for the benefit of ALL their members.

Blow your mind ~ that is this week’s dominant theme. Once again, this theme has two faces. On the dark soulless side, chemicals are being used on a mass scale -- in the air, in water and food -- to ruin humanity’s ability to think and comprehend.
The Good Face of ‘Blow your mind’ is a necessary part of the Aquarian Age. It will be about letting go of beliefs and ways of being that no longer serve you or humanity. It is also about opening yourself to a higher level of truth and wisdom. This will include recognizing other life forms, other beings from otherworlds.

As the expose of the ‘evildoers’ continues, your best strategy is to look for real and workable solutions. Getting back to the land, growing food, and growing crops to take the place of oil and energy, is ‘one’ solution which will serve all of us.

Trendwise, this week is about the growing movement to provide personal solutions. As the UNRAVELING speeds up, there will be a demand for the ‘old ways’ and the ‘new ways’. A simple example would be owning a wood stove and using the latest in solar technology. This blending of the old and new is the wave of the future. The near future.

Stay on your toes this week, and show kindness where it is deserved.

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 BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL AND PEACEFUL AUGUST ~

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!
[Three Star Republic]

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ My new release ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween?

Wednesday's Words for September 14, 2011

I’m careful, when I write these essays, not to choose as a topic anything that might seem as if I’m trying to profit in any way from other people’s tragedies.

Truthfully, while the concept of my weekly essays originally was to make my name known, I no longer look at Wednesday’s Words as being primarily a promotional tool.
The column stopped being that the day I told you about my son, Anthony, and the heartbreak of losing a son who had himself lost a daughter.

If I had to categorize WW, I guess I’d stick it in a box labelled “dues”.

I am a writer of genre fiction, and while I do put a lot of effort into creating characters that are empathic and a plot that keeps the reader’s interest, while I take care to toss in some real-life issues, basically I write books to sell them.
No one pays me anything for Wednesday’s Words. This is the writing that comes from my soul, and the sharing of one’s soul ought only to be a gift.

This past Sunday, the United States marked a terrible anniversary. There have been commemorations and reminiscences by those who were there, and those whose loved ones were victims of that despicable violence. In the wake of their eloquence, my words seem, to me at least, inadequate.

I’ve been trying to recall what the world was like pre-9/11. The picture is hazy. We were naïve, I suppose. We felt safe, and secure, confident that terrorist attacks happened elsewhere, never here, never in North America. Even after the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in 1995, we still clung to our belief that we were safe, here in our two countries, from such violence.

We weren’t safe, of course, and now in this “post 9/11” world we understand that while we may be relatively secure, we’re not immune from the senseless and futile acts of hatred that others commit. The truth is, we never were.

The attacks of September 11, 2001affected all of us, each in different ways. It changed us, and continues to change us in ways we could never have imagined. We’ll none of us ever forget those horrible moments, when stunned disbelief gave way to hideous reality. In those minutes and hours when we waited to find out “what’s next”—when we didn’t know if there was more destruction to come, we had a glimpse of the apocalypse.

And yet, as the sun continued to rise and to set, we heard stories of human amity and love in the aftermath of tragedy. In Gander, Newfoundland, a city opened its doors and its hearts to strangers who were stranded when airliners were ordered to land, the travel itineraries of thousands halted; volunteers from every walk of life undertook a pilgrimage from all points west, north and south to go to New York City, to lend their hearts and souls, their hand and their backs, to the massive task of rescue and recovery.

It’s human nature to look for these moments of grace, and to not only celebrate them but cling to them.

For to find grace in the midst of devastation is, I believe, to assert the immutable triumph of the human spirit.

Love,
Morgan

FREE SHORT STORY

FROM my collection of short stories, most of them based on Mudflat characters. Most of the stories in Nine Horoscope-in-Catsup Stories were previously published in magazines and anthologies. NEAT ALYSSUM first appeared in Crossed Genres magazine and is about the sister of Mudflat's Little Nicky. And it is FREE for now so enjoy a light read.

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Angelic Forecast ~ #158

“Once our beloved Egypt on Earth fell beneath the sacred vibration,” Amen-Dhuroth continues, “You and I portalled them here. Along with many of our other animals, and our most favored possessions.”

I am astonished, awed by merely the thought that what he says could be true. Still, I feel it as truth, as that tingle of deep down knowing.

Moments later, to the discredit of my character, I wonder if some future shift of energy on Earth will mean that I will have to remain longer on Mars. Because, so far, I have every reason to want to stay.

In the pinkish pool of light I see them -- enormous dogs the size of a Shetland Pony racing toward us. They look like a Siberian Husky crossed with a Greyhound, since they have sleek bodies meant for running, but their heads and curly tails belong to a Husky breed.

“Slow!” My lion man shouts to them.

Their speed slackens, but not by much. I can’t tell the true color of their coats, only that there is a supernatural-like glisten. Their eyes cut through the darkness, bright blue beams focused on us.

As if out of nowhere, a slender man appears, his garb could be from the Arabian Nights. Immediately, Amen-Dhuroth’s camel heads for him, my camel beside him. “He is their caretaker,” I hear him say in my ear.

With the four dogs now bounding around us, then springing straight up to look at me, my lion man gathers me in his arms, swings one leg over, then gains his feet on the ground.

Tears flood my eyes before I know it. My heart surges with pure love. “My babies...my baby dogs,” I croon to them over and over again.

Amen-Dhuroth sets me down, and the four of them try to lick my face all at once, while I take turns hugging their huge bodies, and petting them madly.

Knocked to the ground by their enthusiasm, I laugh. We tumble around playing and loving on each other. I kiss their faces and clutch their necks, the joy overwhelming. Somewhere in the back of mind, there is a faint remembrance of their names.

“Enough, enough,” my lion man playfully tells them. At that moment, Deimos, the moon, switches on again.

“Inside!” Amen-Dhuroth roars.

Before I know it, he’s scooped me into his arms. With long swift strides he moves toward a tall arched door. The dogs follow in our wake, low growls in their throats.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week, the winds of change sweep many of us off our feet, and at the same time, the sweeping and fierce winds of truth reveal what has been kept carefully hidden from Joe and Jane public. It’s going to be a wild ride, one many would rather shy away from.

There are several dynamics, this week, that enter the spotlight, and will remain well into the next year of 2012. One of those dynamics is what has been called the UNRAVELING in prior forecasts. At this point in time, what has been, is being ripped apart at the seams.

The ‘unraveling’ has two faces. The dark powers-that-be are using these Aquarian cosmic energies to unravel families, the natural and good love between family members, with the intention of making the corp-state the so-called ‘family’.

The other face of the ‘unraveling’ is the final destruction of the corp-establishment, and its iron-fisted control over society. With the AWAKENING crisscrossing the globe, gaining in strength, and gaining in true wisdom, the demand for freedom now becomes ear-splitting at the soul level.

Freedom, the desire for freedom, is becoming the very fabric of our being. Every good promise of the Aquarian Age is based on this ‘freedom’ to self-determine our own lives, our own way, our own path.

As a reflection of this dynamic, this week will be one of ‘division’ at every level of society. Again, this has a good face and an evil face. The good will be in separating from situations that no longer serve your highest nature, and finding a new way that nourishes your soul, one that unites you with others of like mind.

The evil face shows itself as ‘divide and conquer’. Every effort is being made to divide humanity against itself, as has been stated before. Now these tactics will be ramped up, and go into hyper-drive.

On a personal level, the following week is likely to offer many challenges, which will in fact be opportunities to create a better and more fulfilling life. Go forward with that thought in mind. And pay attention to the emotions of your heart.

More Changes, More Challenges -- that will be the theme for the upcoming months, especially in the world at large. However, there will be personal upheavals on a grand scale as well. For some, it will be like riding a tidal wave, then jumping on the back of a raging tiger. The remedy, follow the truth of your soul.

Trendwise, everything ‘survival’ will remain hot, and is very much needed right now. As an opposite to this trend, glamor as a real and beautiful force, rather than as a way to advertise Hollywood, returns to nourish that part of us that loves and resonates with beauty. For, we are the beautiful people of Earth, each in our own right.

Show the love this week, and you will be rewarded in ways you never thought possible.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Wednesday's Words for September 7, 2011

The calendar says that autumn will arrive on Friday, September 23, 2011 at 9:04 a.m. However, I believe the season already arrived on August 19th. At least, that’s the way it seems to me.

Sitting here at my desk writing this, I can now look out my window (though I promise you that I am not staring at the scenery too often). Looking at the beautiful, cloudless sky, I know that it’s a much paler shade than the deep cornflower blue of summer.

The days aren’t nearly as hot as they were just a couple of weeks ago, and the evenings have turned quite a bit cooler.

My duvet is right where it belongs, back on my bed.

We have a fall fair here in town every Labor Day weekend, and it’s the biggest fair in the county. My beloved swears that it’s always chilly on Fair weekend. He was right again this year, because as Monday dawned, a cooler air mass settled over our area. Anyone wanting to attend that outdoor event on Labor Day likely would have needed a jacket.

Regardless of the temperatures, it’s the color of the sky and the scent of something in the air that tells me that as far as Mother Nature is concerned, it’s already fall.

Autumn always takes me by surprise. Didn’t summer begin just yesterday? There are never enough hours in the day anymore. Time management is the Holy Grail that continues to elude me. I’m beginning to think that my being busy is not only what keeps me from getting a grip on that elusive concept, it’s the single biggest culprit in making time fly.

I bet you if I were to sit back, kick my feet up, and do absolutely nothing, time wouldn’t fly, it would crawl.

Unfortunately—or fortunately—I’ve never quite gotten the hang of doing nothing.

I’ve taken to wearing a step counter lately, because I need to keep my body moving as much as I need to keep my mind active. There’s a strong tendency, because I spend so much time sitting at my keyboard, to allow myself to slip into a totally sedentary lifestyle. The step counter makes a bit of a sound when I adjust my position in my chair, and then I remember to get up and move.

It’s only 9:30 in the morning, and already my pedometer reads 2770, which tells me I haven’t been “doing nothing”, at least not so far today.

No matter the time of year, no matter what day it is, there’s always plenty of work to be done. I don’t know about you, but I sure don’t have to look very far to find things to do, either.

One thing about living here in Southern Ontario is that our seasons tend to be very distinct, one from the other. In spring, it seems to take a long time for the trees to leaf. But then you look around one day and see that shimmery green aura on each of them and know the buds have sprouted, and the leaves will soon follow. In summer, there’s an intensity to the heat, and a stillness to the air when the breeze dies down that’s really quite unique from any other time of year.

Autumn brings air that is more likely to carry a nip the closer you get to November. The sky darkens more readily for storms, too, and sometimes those grey clouds turn a lighter shade of smoke-grey—the color I call ‘snow clouds’.

I always considered November to be Mother Nature’s way of taunting us, as she tells us “I’m going to get you, just you wait and see!”

Wait and see, indeed. Here we are, and it’s already September. The kids have gone back to school, vacations for the most part are done, swimming pools will soon be closed, and good grief, the stores are already sporting Halloween merchandise.

Does anyone else feel as if they’re on a merry-go-round that not only won’t stop, it keeps turning faster and faster?

Oops. I think my age is showing again.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #157

My head swims and swirls, yet I absorb his words. “Wow... lots of info.”

“Yes,” he rumbles softly. His lips brush my temple, and I quiver, all hot and needy inside.

With a sudden movement, he changes directions, and I feel the quickened pace of his camel.

“Home, Sh’raka. I am taking you to my estate home.”

The words I speak are blown away, atoms in the rush of wind. We must be traveling at about sixty miles an hour. Yet, his camel feels like a rocking boat in a gentle tide.

So many emotions crash through me, one after another. I feel lost as to what to think and feel. A usual state of mind for these past several years.

As we travel through the night’s darkness, my lion man makes certain I am safe within his arms. To say I am amazed, dazed by his strength... yeah, beyond that.

His ‘estate home’, I have to wonder. Will it be different from his apartment inside The Face on Mars? My mind whirls with the recent images, with my reaction to seeing and feeling his ancient Egyptian furnishings... and, to viewing the paintings I created during my lifetime then.

Suddenly, we enveloped by a soft, salmon-pink illumination. Then, I glimpse a structure. It’s palatial, and reminds me of some of the mansions in Miami. Now, I realize the air feels moister. I smell an ocean... only it smells cleaner, fresher, and tantalizing, with a different salty tang than on Earth.

We slow to a fast walk, and I can feel his camel’s eagerness.

“Home, sweet home,” he rumbly teases.

“An ocean?” I marvel at how my arms feel around the great strength of his neck, and I snuggle closer.

“Yes, a small one compared to the oceans that cover the surface of Earth. We have taken immense care in resurrecting two of our largest oceans.”

In the near distance, the barking of several dogs begins -- large ole woofs carried on the strong breeze. “Dogs?”

“Not just dogs, my beloved one. They are our dogs. Yes,” he interrupts my question, “they are long-lived, from the ancient times on Earth. Be prepared for lots of greeting licks on your face.”

To say the least, my curiosity shoots up like a rocket, and I peer toward them. However, all I see are the enormous decorative plantings in front of the mansion.

“Once our beloved Egypt on Earth fell beneath the sacred vibration,” Amen-Dhuroth continues, “You and I portalled them here. Along with many of our other animals, and our most favored possessions.”

I am astonished, awed by merely the thought that what he says could be true. Still, I feel it as truth, as that tingle of deep down knowing.

Moments later, to the discredit of my character, I wonder if some future shift of energy on Earth will mean that I will have to remain longer on Mars. Because, so far, I have every reason to want to stay.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

This week’s theme centers around the idea that Love Conquers All. This is only true, however, when personal love is aligned with Divine Love. Or, at this time, the more we wish for good to come into the lives of those who ‘truly’ deserve it, the more we align with Ultimate Good, and receive goodness ourselves.

Thus, as we wish good upon each other, the human community is more and more in alignment, and creating an ever-rising spiral of GOOD. This alignment in LOVE, becomes crucial as we move deeper into the time of the Great Purification.

For the following week, and the next two weeks, the economic woes for many will sharpen, and there will be a strong reaction against the system. This will play out in many expected ways. However, there will be some unexpected scenarios. Be on the look out, and be cautious.

During this time of transition there will be a decided energy shift from materialism to community. The exchange of money as being ‘the’ motivating factor will gradually end. Relationships will be the motivating factor for humanity.

This is the point in history when ‘throwing money’ at problems will no longer work. No matter the amount, and no matter the problem. Whether it’s personal or social, the solution to a problem, great or small, will come from ‘the soul’, and from the soul of the community.

This is not to say there will be no form of money. There will be many forms of currency. It is the energy, itself, that is shifting. Human intention is what will work to bring about real change and real solutions.

From this point forward, it will appear as though the ‘dark force’ now rules the world. In many ways, this will be true as their many psychopathic minions cause horrific chaos and massive destruction at every opportunity.

However, there are many Benevolents, as they are called, who will be mitigating this maniacal and mad-scientist destruction. Also, with the rise of AWARENESS steam-rolling across the globe, humanity is asserting the natural right to bring forth the ‘goodness’ of the Aquarian Age.

Also, even as major conflicts and wars spread, devouring parts of the planet, there is the opposite occurring. The rainbow-bright Renaissance is rising. Creativity gains in strength, uniting those of like mind, as was spoken about in last week’s forecast.

Trendwise, the time of New Renaissance Music is upon us. This worldwide trend is eclectic in nature -- and includes all forms of music, all styles of music. However, every effort is being made by the ‘soulless ones’ to suppress, and end this trend that is most vital to humanity. One example of this, that may not be obvious, is the current attack on the Gibson Guitar company. This unwarranted ‘attack’ will backfire, and create many more musicians.

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 BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ adventure fantasy erotic romance ~ available from Siren-BookStrand ~
~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL AND PEACEFUL AUGUST ~

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!
[Three Star Republic]

Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ My new release ~ bookstrand.com/kandy-apple-and-her-hellhounds ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween?