I didn’t actually choose to be a writer. Who would, with malice aforethought, with a conscious decision, choose such a thing?
People who are not authors look on those who are through a prism, I think. They imagine a Nora Roberts, or a J. K. Rowling, or a Jacqueline Susann, all stupendously successful women. And they think we’re all like that, people who have made it big and can bask in their own success by drinking champagne, eating caviar, and rolling in gobs of money they happened to ‘fall’ into.
Most of us are far from being that successful. Not all of us make a lot of money, or even enough money to live on, and not all of us spend even one moment basking. But all of us, I imagine, would agree on one thing.
Writing is damned hard, lonely work.
Sometimes, it’s tortuous. Not only the actual crafting of the story part, but the aftermath. Because, you see, there seems to be some sort of a cosmic law in play that says, if you dare to do this thing and craft these stories, dare to have them offered for sale, then you’re fair game for whoever wants to take a shot at you, impugn your character, and desecrate your works. All this they can do, by the way, without even reading said works.
These particular self-appointed experts have no real credentials, except a desire to tear down what others have so painstakingly built up.
And if you, as an author, fall victim to these jackals and complain of such treatment, you’re told to get yourself a thick skin and deal with it. Because people taking shots at you is what you get for daring to do what you do.
It is, they tell you, the price you have to pay.
My question today is, why? Why must there be a price to be paid—above the hard work of writing, the terrible nervous anticipation of submitting, the hard and sometimes near career-ending disappointment of rejection upon rejection...why does there have to be yet another price to be paid?
Those of us who are authors by natural inclination—who tried for a lot of years not to be but who really, in the end, could not escape our destiny, have several things in common. We’re creative, yes. But we’re also prone to moodiness and tend to have really low self-esteem when it comes to our work. To a certain degree we’re all neurotic, too. All of these flaws truly work against developing a really thick skin.
We couldn’t write the stories we do if we weren’t sensitive to moods and the frailties and the pathos around us, but that sensitivity is definitely a double-edged sword for us.
We’re not the outgoing, A-list people you might think we are. Most of us are more content inside our humble caves, writing. We don’t want to party, we don’t want to schmooze, we don’t, except for those rare visits to conventions, want to engage in photo ops. We just want to write.
Sometimes, and against our better judgement, we let our eyes wander to those places where those who can’t write, can’t create, but can criticize congregate. Those places likely look tempting to some writers, because those who can’t do, hand out miserly treats in the form of praise to those who do. And it’s easy to get sucked in so that the next thing you know you’re pandering to these self-appointed experts, going along with the wholesale demonizing of others because you’re afraid if you don’t, if you don’t agree and become part of their Greek chorus, then you could be in the cross-hairs, next.
You would think after a few bad experiences of reaching out and getting slapped that we would no longer let our eyes wander to those evil places, but we do, just every once in a while, and pay the heavy price for that weakness—another wound to the soul.
You have to wonder how many wounds a soul can bear.
Usually the cure I find is deep within the work I so very much love. But sometimes, sometimes, the cure comes out of the blue, totally unexpected, and from someone you don’t even know.
So today, courtesy of a little feature called MER, I say, thank you, Dr. J., whoever you are. I thank you not only for your kind words about my books, but most importantly for reading them in the first place, and for getting it.
Love,
Morgan
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday's Words for February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #182
"You read my mind again?" I rove my gaze over his leonine handsome face. Will I ever get enough?
"I felt your thoughts, my woman." He pauses, and brushes his lips on my forehead. "Yes, the spiritual battle is about to explode into every dimension."
He caresses his hands from me, and gently moves so he can reach for a dish on the low table. "There is something special I want you to taste," he pauses, "before we must continue our battle against the dark side."
An eagerness grips me, even though as his body parts from mine I feel it as a palpable tearing apart.
"This is a sweet pastry, my woman." Dhuroth lifts a gooey piece of what reminds me of baklava. "The taste will strike your tongue as a bit odd at first."
Good lord, how much I love his voice, especially his purring intimate tones with me. He lifts the pastry to my lips and I open my mouth, my tongue catching drops of 'not' honey, but another kind of yummy sweetness.
As he tenderly shoves the pastry between my lips, I wrap my mouth around it, and begin to savor. I taste cinnamon and other spices, but it's the flavor of the nuts that is the biggest surprise. Pistachio yes, but another kind of nut I've never tasted, and not even close to the taste of walnuts.
In moments, the flavors are taking over my taste buds, and winning. Yum! And double yum. Very slowly, I chew letting my eyelids fall shut.
"Yin and yang," he rumbles sexily. "The pastry is a balance of feminine and masculine flavors and textures. It is known as a love offering."
Love. The word resonates through me, and for some reason I don't understand, I feel stunned at a deep emotional level.
"My own recipe for you. Only you, Sh’raka."
Dhuroth's low male growl shivers every nerve I own. His words impact me as a woman in a way I can never deny. Does he hear the excited thump-thump of my heart?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Kindness as a new way of being emerges for many of us. This is a new level of kindness direct from the now-expanding heart center of human beings.
On a personal level, this means you have more of an opportunity to give and receive kindness. This will be with your loved ones, your family and friends... and with those who are called strangers.
However! Kindness should only be offered to those who truly deserve it, not to simply everyone who happens to cross your path. This is important, and discernment is everything. For, there are those who will eagerly abuse anyone who offers them any manner of kindness.
In opposition to this heart-kindness, the 'dark side' will bring forth, and showcase on the world stage, more acts of horrific cruelty. At this time, these increased acts of brutality will be used as a 'fear factor' to control people, and simultaneously will be proclaimed as necessary by the establishment. This includes, of course, the whole Madison Fifth Avenue move to sell AUSTERITY as something good, rather than what it is, a way to enslave us all.
As a way to intentionally damage the psyche of humanity, 'brutality' will not only be sold as good by the soulless ones -- especially through the popular mythos -- but, THEY will initiate a worldwide campaign of condemnation against what 'they' label as violence.
The strategy of both praising and condemning 'brutality' is a simple case of damned if you do, damned if you don't. This is the schizophrenic mental state 'they' want to create to bring us to our knees, and also use against us.
Their goal is to 'disrupt' the Yin-Yang balance of our natures. In reality, the soulless ones want to destroy the natural masculine side of NATURE, and our very natures as human beings. Included in this strategy is the dark-side's war against the power of women and against 'men as a gender'. Currently our genetics, as a species, are being changed and destroyed by the massive use of endocrine-disrupting chemicals.
This week the demand for freedom rings across the globe. For, the time has come, and the worldwide AWAKENING is here, larger than ever. People are now banding together in their local areas especially, to demand freedom and correct the wrongs being done to them.
Of course, this will mean countermeasures by the bankster gangster crowd. Likely one, or several of their BIG GUNS will be fired against humanity, if not this week, then the beginning of next week.
On the war front, major steps will be taken. However, this is ALL a black-magician's distraction from the REAL steps being taken to control and cull the world population by what has been called the new world order.
On the economic front, all hell, or more hell is breaking loose. Like a series of colossal glaciers ripping free from the Arctic, the economy will keep falling this week despite the 'sunny days are here' analysis given to the public, which is all lies.
On the land changes front, worldwide there will be heightened activity of volcanoes, earthquakes and periods of catastrophic weather for the next several months. Beware and prepare.
Trendwise, it will be all about preparing for the domino-falling economy by those in the know as opposed those who aren't in the know. While currently 'let's look at the celebrities and sports' is entertaining to some, the real action will be about securing a good place for you and your loved ones. And, that is where the new-economy opportunities are, and will be from this point forward.
A resurgence of love as in 'let's fall in love' will be in the air this week. Enjoy it.
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 ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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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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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Scavenger Hunt—Win a Kindle!!
This March will mark the 2nd anniversary of my first published book! A lot has happened in those two years, and I couldn't be more thankful for where I am right now.
To help me celebrate, some of my great friends are going to join me in holding a scavenger hunt. The prize is an Amazon Kindle! Each of these friends has a new or upcoming release, so be sure to take a look around their blogs and websites when looking for the hidden icon.
The winner will be chosen March 23rd. You can choose a new Amazon Kindle or $100.00 PayPal Cash if you don't need an e-reader.
Stacey's Website: http://www.staceyespino.com
Jan Bowles' Website: http://www.janbowles.com
Pat Cunningham's Website: http://www.titlemagic.blogspot.com
Sophie Oak's Website: http://www.sophieoak.com
Mia Ashlinn's Website: http://www.miaashlinn.com
Winona Wilder's Blog: http://www.winonawilder.blogspot.com
When One Is Not Enough Blog: http://www.menageromance.blogspot.com
A bit about the new/upcoming releases of our participants:
Surrounded by Wolves (Wolves of Climax, 1) Available!
Midlife Menage (Ride 'em Hard, 5) Coming March 5th
Garret's Domination (Wolves of Climax, 2) Coming March 19th
Claimed for the Master's Pleasure (Guilty Pleasures, 5) Available!
Snowed in with the Montana Ranger (All American Heroes, 1) Coming March 16th
Legacy Available!
Pure Bliss (Nights in Bliss, Colarado, 6) Coming March 16th
Destined to be Three (Sweet Serenity, 1) Available!
Winona Wilder (my m/m penname)
Loving Tyler (Coming Out, 3) Available!
Alpha Mate (Northern Shifters, 1) Available!
Wednesday's Words for February 22, 2012
Life has returned to normal in the Ashbury household. Well, as normal as we ever get, at any rate. My beloved is back at work, the cat has forgiven me for leaving her with my daughter, the evil diet-meister, and the dog is once more content in the daily presence of his deity, the daddy of the house.
This week, I have a few more days to myself before routine returns full force with my grandchildren sleeping over a few times a week, and my getting them up and ready for school in the morning.
They’re good kids, and not difficult to manage at all. They seem, for the most part, a lot more amenable than my own children ever were. For the record, I think their mother—our ‘second daughter’ who was our late son’s former fiancée—has done an excellent job in raising them.
As I reported to you at the beginning of the year, I never make New Year’s resolutions, per se. I do, however, constantly seek to “do a better job” of everything in my life. And nowhere is that a more pressing need than in the area of time management.
I have to try and learn how to make better use of my time. But the older I get, the faster time seems to go. I try, I really do, but more often than not I’m left at the end of the day wondering if I’d been abducted by aliens, who then went ahead and sucked two or three hours of precious time out of my schedule, and my conscious mind.
I think in many ways, I defy definition. In some areas and about some things I am so anal that my family is left shaking their heads in my wake. In case you ever wondered, let me set the record straight right here and now. Yes, there really is only one way to: fold towels, put away clothing, make the bed, set the table, make out a grocery list, prepare juice from frozen concentrate, and vacuum the living room carpet.
But about other things? Holy chaos, Batman, you should see my office! You’d think I had never heard of the word, ‘organization’. I have all manner of pieces of whatever under my monitor, around my keyboard, and beside and on top of my printer. My desk drawers would give pause to the most dedicated tidier, and my shoes and slippers can be found all over the darned house.
One of the areas where I am very ‘sanguine’ is in my (nearly non-existent) time management skills. It’s an effort for me to stay on track each day, to keep my mind focused on what I want to accomplish, because at times I can be so very easily distracted.
I know that I’d be better served if I got myself one of those nifty little word processor machines my good friend Lara Santiago has. That way, I could write without easy access to the Internet, and all those wonderful and fun time-sucking ways of being distracted.
Alas, I’m weak.
I know the secret for me lies in my own ability to employ some good, old fashioned self-discipline. And as each day dawns, I fully intend to do just that.
Some days, I do a pretty good job of it, too.
And then we have the other five days of the week.
Just today, as I was composing this essay, I had a bizarre thought. Do you suppose I could be looking at this situation all wrong? Could it be that this fluctuating, nose-to-the-grindstone one day and devil-may-care frittering away of minutes the next might actually, when the two are melded together, simply be my process? We all know that each writer’s process is unique unto them. Could that possibly be it?
Sigh. No, I didn’t really think so, either. I guess I’m just going to have to try harder.
Love,
Morgan
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Surrounded by Wolves by Stacey Espino
[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, werewolves, spanking, HEA]
Cassidy moves out of the only city she's ever known and heads to the distant town of Climax, British Columbia. Her grandfather left her an estate, and she lined up a job in the small mining town.
She arrives and discovers that her inheritance is nothing more than a run-down shack, and the men she's supposed to work with are drop-dead gorgeous. It's impossible to resist the advances of the men in Climax, especially when she's never felt so isolated.
Garret is the foreman of the Gregor Copper Mine, but also alpha to a small pack of wolf shifters. Recent events in Climax have made life complicated—loggers are trying to encroach on their land, one of their pack mates is missing, and their new female dispatcher is a mouthwatering distraction. When Cassidy is threatened, the men band together, realizing the little human is more important to them than they ever imagined.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #181
"Day of the heart." I place my other palm on his heart, and feel the great lion-like beat.
We continue gazing at one another, and time is the loser.
"Inebriating," my lion man purrs long moments later. "You are far more inebriating than the richest and strongest of plum whiskeys."
"Plum whiskey?" I breathlessly ask once I can get my lips to work.
"A longtime tradition in brewing, my innocent," he says, a purring tease in his voice, "a brewing continued in various forms on Earth."
"Oh... yeah, I remember. Isn't there a Japanese liquor. Sake?"
"Sake. Umeshu, yes." He toys with strands of my hair, and somehow I melt without my body becoming a total puddling-meltdown. "We have our own versions on Mars. It induces the most heavenly state when sipped slowly."
I should tell him he induces the most heavenly carnal state in me. And do I ever want to sip him slowly. Taste every inch of him. Yet... shyness still has it hooks in me. And... not to mention the war between good and evil is about go nova.
"Yes," he murmurs, still teasing his fingers through my hair.
"You read my mind again?" I rove my gaze over his leonine handsome face. Will I ever get enough?
"I felt your thoughts, my woman." He pauses, and brushes his lips on my forehead. "Yes, the spiritual battle is about to explode into every dimension."
TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Beginning this week the spiritual battle between GOOD and evil escalates, and explodes onto the world scene. There are several ways this 'could' show up. However, right now, the precise events have not been 'completely' set in stone.
Further, this will be a pivotal week for several reasons. Economies will rise and fall. Leaders will rise and fall. And a chain of events begins that will bring down the forces behind tyranny. Although to many, the opposite will appear to be happening. Stay tuned.
On a personal level, this is a wonderful time to begin planning for Spring activities. Even though, there are periods of rough weather ahead, start preparations for what you enjoy doing outside. For many, Spring will be the ideal time to find, then move to a better area and/or home. On a cautionary note, with all the massive fraud problems around foreclosures currently, take extra precautions if purchasing a new place.
Also, with the revolution toward healthy and locally grown foods rising with the speed and power of a phoenix right now, participate however you are able, and look for opportunities to purchase these wholesome foods. Know this is the future. Long term, the current system of food production is breaking down.
The next two weeks will have certain oddities, or unexplained occurrences. This will be on a personal level and on the world stage. These occurrences are meant to make us think and to wake us up to certain 'truths'.
As well, for the following month, the dragon of truth will brutally whip through all of humanity. What was 'not known' will now be brought to the light. For, the time of Light and the Great Awakening is upon us.
This is also a time of mental preparation for all of us. There will be key choices and decisions to be made in the near future, and in the far future. This is because, during these times, CHANGE becomes our constant companion. The very foundations of our world are tumbling down, and fast.
The following week is a tricky one for some. One direction will be appear to be the right one to take. In reality, the opposite direction is the best. Look to your intuition for the answer.
Your intuition, the ability to know and be highly intuitive, will now burst forth like a field of blossoms in Spring. This will occur for humanity as a whole, a new gift from the Divine at this time.
Out of this age of high intuition, following authority figures will lessen dramatically, and many people will now become self reliant. This will generate new business opportunities, ones that may be right for you.
Trendwise, it will be all about 'business' this forthcoming week, and for the near future. That is, the old way of doing things gives way to the 'new' with quickening speed. However, this will likely cut both ways.
Good healthy business practices could be lost, superceded by this generation's ruthless and soulless robber barons. However, for the most part, this is a time that will usher in kinder and more creative ways of doing business. As well, kinder and more creative businesses and services will come into existence.
More and more, it will be about people genuinely helping people by using their talents, skills and smarts. The almighty dollar, as the end-alland be-all, will fall by the wayside, metaphorically speaking.
On a side note: new currencies are being used -- tried and tested. These currencies will be invaluable as we develope good ways to do business with each other.
Love is the centerpiece this week. Kiss and makeup with your romantic partner if there's been a disagreement. Say you're sorry if you've made a mistake or are out of line. Or, if you've been wronged and someone offers you a genuine apology, accept it without reservation. This does not mean, however, playing the fool.
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 ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend ~
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL WEEK ~
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 ~ What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.
Santa Baby, Several Stars Away ~ Now available at BOOKSTRAND in ebook format.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday's Words for February 15, 2012
When we left for our vacation on the 6th of February it almost seemed as if winter hadn’t arrived here yet. There was no snow on the ground, and the temperatures were fairly mild—almost consistently above freezing.
Nature took care of that little oversight while we were away. Though the snow wasn’t deep when we got home, it was everywhere, and the land does indeed at last look like Southern Ontario in February.
We had a wonderful time on our vacation. We met more people – both fellow tourists, and locals – than we have on any vacation in a long time. It was amazing being back in Port Lucaya after nearly 20 years. The marina and a fountain were actually the only places we recognized. What had in our memory been a quaint assemblage of a few shops, and a large outdoor tiki bar overlooking a marina has turned into a thriving marketplace, where local craftsmen and women offered everything from clothing to jewelry to wood carvings.
Mr. Ashbury and I did indeed contribute, albeit modestly, to the local economy.
We took part in two excursions, as well. We participated in something called “Bonfire on the Beach” an evening of entertainment and music, food and drink provided by one of the local tour companies. And we enjoyed a two hour program put on by Unexso, which stands for Underwater Explorer’s Society. In other words, we had a “Dolphin Encounter”.
Mr. Ashbury was the one who got into the tank with the beautiful mammal, and had the opportunity to pet him. He even had his picture taken getting kissed by the dolphin. I elected to stay out of the drink and take pictures...but of course, I didn’t stay dry, as the dolphin executed a couple of well-learned manoeuvres guaranteed to get everyone there sopping wet.
Tourism is the main industry in The Bahamas, so you can imagine that the downturn in the global economy has been devastating for these people. And yet, wherever we went, we were greeted with smiles, and kindness, and open-hearted welcome.
The pool was too chilly to swim in, as was the ocean—although Mr. Ashbury didn’t let that stop him from having a dip into the briny almost every day. Of course we didn’t let the weather disrupt our vacation. You can’t control if it’s sunny, or rainy, or suddenly unseasonably cool. You can only control your reaction to it all. It was our vacation, after all, and up to us to make of it what we would.
There were a couple of cabanas poolside, and here I would sit, several hours at a time, either reading or writing while the ocean breeze refreshed me, and the sight of pool, palm trees, and ocean rejuvenated me. Of course I wrote in this paradise, because to me, that is one of the purest pleasures in my life. How amazing it was to do so in such beautiful surroundings.
Mr. Ashbury and I both consider ourselves very blessed to enjoy vacations away from home as often as we do.
As much as I look forward to going someplace where I’m free from the everyday demands and stresses of life, I’m just as happy to come home. Having been born under the sign of Cancer, I really am a homebody, and never truly so happy as when I am in my own cave, doing my own thing—be it taking care of my family, reading a good book, or crafting a good story.
I’m pleased to announce two career milestones. My 25th book comes out on Friday! And, I have had my web site professionally re-designed. I’m so pleased with it I have a contest on the news page with a $30 prize. If you get a moment, please stop by and check it out.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.morganashbury.com
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Release Day: "Love and Brimstone"
My latest release, "Love and Brimstone," is now available!
http://www.bookstrand.com/love-and-brimstone
Blurb:
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, HEA]
The soul always comes home…
Ice queen Anastazia “Taz” Proctor is an aloof attorney, a “fixer.” Hunky Matthias Hawthorne wants her for more than just an employee…much more. Will she believe him when he reveals their shared secret—that they’re vampires, but that it’s not the way Hollywood portrays them? Maybe not, but with someone out to kill her, she might not have a choice. She also can’t ignore what her body tells her about her handsome boss.
An escape with Matthias to the safe refuge of Yellowstone National Park leads Taz to discoveries about her lineage and what she can do with her newly awakened powers. Even more disturbing is her unexplainable attraction to Matthias’s handsome cousin, Rafael.
Time grows short as a traitor in their midst makes another attempt on Taz’s life. Will she and Matthias survive when they’re caught in a vicious showdown between Love and Brimstone?
Note: This book has been extensively revised. It was previously published with another publisher.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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Angelic Forecast ~ #180
Shaking like a rattle inside, I say, "Well, that's a mind-bending shocker." After jerking in a breath, I ask, "Are you sure?"
"It will be easy enough to determine. I will contact the Stargate Order as they are known, and we will proceed from there, my beautiful Sh’raka." His smile is one of majesty and hope.
Hope. I wonder. My own supply of hope had diminished greatly before arriving on Mars. Before my lion man. "I'll try anything... but what does that mean? A bridge between two pyramids?"
"Of the first order, it means if we accomplish the bridge, we will gain control over that cosmic power source. It will become a pathway for Good between Mars and Earth."
"Good is always good," I murmur after contemplating his words. "In these upcoming times, Good will be in short supply, or so it will appear."
"For a time, yes. Yet, as you know, my beloved woman, the angelic harmonies are increasing every moment, bringing forth the opportunity for more miracles."
Dhuroth reaches for my hand, and the way his hand enfolds mine is a tender caress. Also, an absolute turn on.
"Yes, more miracles," I say as a gently squeeze part of his large hand, as I rub my palm against my his, caressing.
We do not speak now, and our gazes lock. We are both caught up in our thoughts. That is, until we slowly begin to fondle each other's hands. Then, our gazes passionately meld.
"Valentine's Day," I breathe out. "That's what it feels like with you."
"Yes, the day of the heart on Earth."
"Day of the heart." I place my other palm on his heart, and feel the great lion-like beat.
We continue gazing at one another, and time is the loser.
"Inebriating," my lion man purrs long moments later. "You are far more inebriating than the richest and strongest of plum whiskeys."
"Plum whiskey?" I breathlessly ask once I can get my lips to work.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
Valentine's Day week is a new time of healing for the human heart. That is, love frequencies from the Divine intensify and quicken. This angelic offering is a gift to those of us who give of ourselves because we truly care.
As has been stated before, a new age of the heart has arrived. From the courageous heart of a lion to the gentle heart of a dove -- that is how our hearts and emotions will grow during these times. More and more, we will be able to encompass all shades of love and caring.
This is the week to pay special attention to those who occupy the most special places inside your heart -- the ones you adore. They deserve and need your undivided attention at this time.
Also, this week the dragon of truth rises with a vengeance. With raw and ruthless power, this new dragon writhes and spirals throughout the world, and in our personal lives as well. Be prepared.
Be prepared, not only for this greater level of truth to be revealed, but know it will cause some of humanity to dig deeper into their denial, while others who cannot face these truths will seek refuge in a form of insanity. This will likely result in what occurred during the Great Depression.
Like evil vultures, the soulless ones gather to feed on the carcasses of all those they have destroyed so far with their massive levels of fraud and their Machiavellian manipulation of the world economy. To save themselves from the wrath of the people, they now use both unseen psychological finesse and every type of brute force to maintain excruciating levels of fear.
During the next several weeks, humanity will begin to realize the endless call for 'austerity' is just another name for establishing a robber-baron monopoly over the people of Earth. For, in truth, it is simply a way to force everyone to live in a global company store, a mini version of what occurred in John Steinbeck's novel, "The Grapes of Wrath".
Mother Earth's message to all of us is a plea. For, she does not want austerity. Not for her human populations, not for her abundance of animals, and not for her plant kingdom. Her other message, so she will 'not' perish: if you are able, and as soon as possible, run don't walk to a place in her countryside... a ranch, a farm, anyplace rural that has good water and soil.
Further, on the economic front look for a 'major' propaganda push that says poverty is now good and trendy. On the 'beat-the-war-drum-endlessly' front look for who the 'next' enemy hiding under the proverbial bed is. At this time, every effort will be made to popularize this spoon-fed plot.
There is now an enormous danger confronting the American people on two fronts. The sacred underpinnings of our beloved country is under severe attack. This attack will continue from the so-called leadership until the volume of their combined voices is on high, and their demon-like shrieking becomes a constant demand.
On the second front, think a *possible* nuclear Pearl Harbor event that is meant to galvanize everyone toward another world war. However, there are GOOD forces at work to prevent this particular event from occurring. Prayers are welcome and needed. For, peace is to everyone's ultimate benefit in the Age of Aquarius.
On the beneficial side this week, a strong movement favoring healthy foods takes off with meteoric speed. This means the eventual end of factory farming practices and large chemical-corporate farming. It also means the rise of small local farms, and a greater variety of specialized and heirloom foods.
Trendwise, this will be an interesting week. Following on the heels of last week's trend forecast, what now begins is the rise of the anti-trenders. While this could become a trend unto itself, in this case, the anti-trenders will have far more impact, and, unlike in the past, be much less susceptible to becoming co-opted by the corporate borg entertainment industry.
Remember! Romance is in the air. Inhale the sheer deliciousness of everything romantic. Let your soul sigh with it, and let your heart be fully nourished.
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 ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Nine Inches of Snow... Live on The Log Line!
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Ten years ago, Carson and Sam Quarry’s father died in a freak accident. Carson doesn’t believe it was any accident and makes it no secret that he believes their pack alpha, Remy Bastien, killed their father.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wednesday's Words for February 8, 2012
The sound of the surf and the wonderful sensations of the salt breeze on my face, and my laptop under my fingertips: this is vacation at its best, at least to me.
We arrived at the resort in Freeport, in The Bahamas early Monday evening, just at dusk. I can report that our “ocean view” room really affords us a totally awesome, full-on ocean view. We’re on the fifth floor, and from our balcony we can see the grounds of the resort, including some of the pools, and the ocean—big, blue, and magnificent.
I’ve found an unoccupied cabana (alas, no Cabana boys in attendance) and I’m intending to test how long the battery on my laptop will work. I’m only a few feet from one of the pools—the one that has the pool bar in it. This pool also has a special feature that makes it look as if it bleeds into the ocean.
I haven’t dipped my toes in the pool yet. That’s because I’m watching these big burly types standing on the stairs, water only up to to their knees, just standing there, chatting together, acting as if the pool isn’t far and away too cold for their tastes.
I’ll get into it by and by. At this moment, however, having deposited me safely where I can write, my beloved has taken himself to the beach, not even 100 feet from where I sit. He loves the ocean. He’ll swim every day, no matter the weather, just because he can.
Our kids think that’s funny as hell because in years past, their dad never liked to swim and so never went into the water. His stated reason? Because the water was wet.
Yesterday morning as we were having our first coffee of the day on our balcony, I thought of my parents. In their day (let’s say the early 1960s), this kind of travel was something only the very rich were able to afford, and this resort something they might only have ever seen on the silver screen.
Sometimes, especially lately with the downturn in the economy that we’ve all experienced, it’s easy to forget that we as a society have come a long way in the last fifty years.
But we have, and in no area more dramatically, I believe, than in the realm of vacations and vacation travel.
What used to be considered a special privilege that you would only allow yourself once every two or three years, is now an annual, or even semi-annual entitlement. What used to cost thousands of dollars now costs but hundreds. And while that is still a lot of money, a Caribbean vacation is not out of reach, really, for anyone who wants one badly enough and is willing to save up for it.
In the mean time, while I’m not certain when I’ll venture into the too-cold for Morgan pool, the hot tub seats about 12 and is very, very fine.
As for Mr. Ashbury, he has returned from the ocean, and the pool, and has noted that one of the hammocks—the one fairly close to where we’re sitting, in fact—is unoccupied. He’s never actually tried one out before, though he has heard tales from others who have and swear by them. The two gentlemen who come immediately to mind in this instance are our oldest son, and Mr. Wildes, beloved husband of my dear friend, Emma Wildes.
David gave it a good try Tuesday afternoon, and has judged it a good place to spend some time. He needs but a towel under him and a book in his hand, he said and he will be content.
Apparently, we’re not that far apart on our individual interpretation of the word, ‘paradise’.
If you’d like a peek at our morning view, check out my Wednesday’s Word’s blog. The address is below.
Love,
Morgan
http://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Fancy a sensual Roman Romance for Valentine's? Only 99c!
My sensual historical romance, 'Flavia's Secret' is only 99c from Bookstrand - and is offered there at an 83% discount until Feb 14th. Set against the backdrop of the ancient Roman Empire, it could be your perfect Valentine's Day read!
Excerpt.
‘Marcus, our clothes,’ she said, in almost a whisper, as he touched her waist and then her breast through the clinging wet linen.
‘We will change at home. Tell Hadrian and the others we were caught in a local storm.’ Marcus was already caught. More than the finest painting he had ever seen or hoped to produce, more than the most evocative of scents or music, Flavia stirred him, but at present it was his own earthier desire that was the problem. If she touched him at all, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold back.
‘Is this a dream?’ she murmured, capturing his mood exactly as she rested her head against his shoulder, giving in a moment to temptation, Marcus guessed. ‘Dreams can be dangerous.’
‘Not this one,’ Marcus reassured. He was determined it wouldn’t be. She was locked in his arms, standing with him in the middle of this amazing pool, with the steam from the waters releasing the perfume of the enclosing rosemary and lavender bushes. Their own private, secret bathing place.
‘I have wanted to do this for so long,’ he said, drawing off her belt, feeling her gown billowing around his legs.
‘Did you bathe Drusilla?’
Her face was burrowed against his chest, so Marcus couldn’t see her expression. ‘Little Aurelia used to join me in the barracks bath house in Germania,’ he answered truthfully. ‘She and the other youngsters used to play games in the baths.’
‘Did—’
‘No more talk.’ Marcus raised her chin with his thumb and kissed her, tumbling her clothes off with swift, sure hands. I have you now, little water goddess, and in your own element, he thought, his voice abandoned in the heat of the moment. She made his very skin crackle.
He wanted her to revel in every instant. The desire to honor and promote her enjoyment helped Marcus to control his own aching need as he gathered her back to himself with undisguised delight.
She had her eyes tightly closed again and he scooped water and lightly washed her face, smiling as her lips quivered and almost kissed his fingers. He sensed the conflict within her between pleasure and propriety and longed to prove to her what a sexy little creature she was, but he did not want her to feel ashamed afterwards by anything they did.
He stopped her hand as he felt her fingers on his belt. ‘Next time you can bathe me,’ he said, with a lightness he did not feel. He found her caresses far too erotic. ‘That is a promise.’
Her throaty giggle almost drove him over the edge. He felt her stand on top-toe and then, using the water itself as an added support, bounce lightly off her toes to snatch a kiss as light as the beat of a moth’s wing from his mouth.
‘Flavia!’ He lowered his head and kissed her back. The provoking wench was playing with fire.
‘We have no bathing oil,’ he said, keeping to the practical. ‘But I am sure we will manage.’
It was easy to begin with her hair, which fascinated him, and hard, too, when he really wanted to share so much more with her than bathing. But they were learning each other, he sensed, and he wanted her to trust him. That mattered above everything.
He released her plait, hearing her muttered apology that she was wearing none of the combs he had bought her and responding with a hand-ruffle of her loosened hair, saying, ‘Those are probably gone with the fire, but I will buy you more.’
‘I will buy my own,’ she shot back instantly. ‘From my wages.’
‘Well said!’ Marcus grunted, teasing her in return by tickling her under her arms until Flavia was giggling and thrashing against him, water splashing everywhere.
‘Stop, stop!’ she cried, almost hiccupping with laughter.
He spun her round, the water making her virtually weightless, and tucked an arm around her waist. ‘Now for your back,’ he said.
He stroked the water over her, gently kneading the muscles on either side of her spine, hearing her breath quicken each time his hand approached her waist. Thinking about the faint sprinkling of freckles by her right shoulder blade and how taut and fine her skin was, he washed her arms. She seemed to shimmer in his arms, the rising steam wreathing her face so that she almost appeared to be wearing a veil made of mist.
Torn between passion and a strange sense of mystery, Marcus again reminded himself what he was supposed to be doing. Although he had not yet touched certain areas, he could not resist kissing the back of her freshly-bathed neck.
‘And your legs.’
With her damp head pillowed against his middle ribs, he lifted her quickly so that her feet flipped off the pool bottom. He caught her right leg and brought it closer to the surface, the warm water adding a further dimension of sensation as he ran his hand slowly over her sleek calf and thigh. He was equally scrupulous in his attention to her left leg.
‘And the rest.’
Flavia shivered as he turned her round to face him, his legs threading through hers. She felt increasingly strange in this soft, mobile, warm medium of water, and not only because she was an indifferent swimmer.
‘Marcus.’ She tried to think of the words to express concern and found she had forgotten them. She was rapidly forgetting any sense of decorum. The secret pool itself added to her confusion, the scents of its lavender and rosemary bushes perfuming the air and its steam condensing and sparkling on Marcus’ long black eyelashes, dampening the ends of his tough, dark brown hair.
‘Close your eyes a moment,’ he said.
To show her trust in him, she did so, feeling the water rise and fall in a subtle lingering embrace against her breasts. Everything here was voluptuous; she could imagine losing track of time and place.
‘You can open them now,’ Marcus said against her ear.
He was naked—his tunic, belt and loin cloth mere shadows on the bottom of the pool. ‘I will fetch them up later.’ He smiled. ‘With your own.’
‘Oh!’ Flavia had forgotten that her gown and under-tunic languished under this flood of gently swirling, gray-green water. Above the water, his upper torso glistened in the spray and sun, the harsh contours of his face softened by the rising steam.
And by love, perhaps? Flavia hoped it was love, although when she recalled her jealous question about his bathing habits with his wife she was ashamed.
She gasped afresh as he took her hand and laid it against the middle of his chest. She could feel his strongly beating heart, the pulse increasing as her fingers moved, almost of her own volition, touching his bronzed skin below and above the water. She found herself smiling at her own exploration.
He touched her in return. Gathering water and allowing it to run through his fingers, he bathed her breasts and her trim, flat stomach. The water trickled between her breasts like the gentlest and warmest of rain-showers as his hand followed, defining every curve.
‘Marcus!’ She felt to be splitting in two between shock and delight. She twisted in his arms, shy and at the same time proud, because he made her feel beautiful, desirable.
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Sunday, February 5, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #179
"Stargate 2012. The Cherub spoke about it as a Good happening for humanity. As something of the angelic realm and from our cosmic relatives." I gaze fully at my lion man. I am tingling fiercely inside. "Does that mean anything to you?"
Dhuroth's expression becomes deeply thoughtful. "There is a gateway forming between the Great Pyramid of Earth and a comparable pyramid here. We have been reluctant to allow full manifestation because the soulless ones wait for such an opportunity. They seek use of the power to increase the dissonant frequencies of chaos rather than the harmonics that enhance creativity and good will."
"Oh, great," I say after a moment. "Just jim dandy. Stargate power in the hands of evil psychopaths. Yeah, so what the Earth needs."
With a suddenness that thumps my heart big time, Dhuroth gazes at me. I feel transparent yet... somehow I feel crystalline as if I've changed inside, the core of me.
"Okay, what's going on?" I ask.
"You." He pauses, his gaze magnificently intense on me. With a shake of his mane, he continues, "You, my woman. Your energy is needed to complete the stargate between the pyramids."
"Wh-What?" I tremble. Still, an excitement builds within me. Could it be?
"Your energy is of the Earth yet now your energies are beyond Earth. It is the connection, the bridge of good that is required."
Shaking like a rattle inside, I say, "Well, that's a mind-bending shocker." After jerking in a breath, I ask, "Are you sure?"
"It will be easy enough to determine. I will contact the Stargate Order as they are known, and we will proceed from there, my beautiful Sh’raka." His smile is one of majesty and hope.
Hope. I wonder. My own supply of hope had diminished greatly before arriving on Mars. Before my lion man. "I'll try anything... but what does that mean? A bridge between two pyramids?"
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
The Age of High Intuition is upon us. Now is the time to open yourself to the blessed frequencies that are assisting humanity in this spiritual transition.
During the forthcoming week and throughout this month of love, you will likely experience your intuition as never before. This will become especially apparent in the mundane moments of your daily life, as opposed to specific times of crisis. However, this is a learning curve which will assist you in being able to use your intuition whenever there is a dire crisis.
This high intuitive state is one way humanity will overcome the heinous acts of the soulless ones, and their minions, the bankster gangsters. As a demonstration of this overcoming, there will be major action taken against the power of the entity known as the Federal Reserve. Most of this 'action' will be kept hidden from the public. However, some of what occurs will be obvious and leaked over time.
Because of this slow-motion fall of the leviathan monopoly system, there will be tremendous turmoil in every sector of society. THOSE who despise humanity will do everything and anything to bring us all to heel, and beneath their jackboot heels. Out of this, defiance against the system will only grow and become an unstoppable force.
This 'unstoppable force' can be guided toward bringing about the best for all of us on Earth. Or, if this is not done, then the ensuing chaos will be like demons unleashed. Remember, it is always wise to prepare for any kind of emergency, and the upcoming storms of life.
At this point in time, sightings of otherworld ships, and contact with so-called extraterrestrials and inter-dimensionals will escalate for those who are truly unafraid. Since the benign galactic races no longer deal with any major government on Earth, they have been searching for ways to help humanity by making contact with individuals.
On a personal level, this is the perfect week to begin group projects or to fulfill group projects. This could be with a social group or a business group, or with any like-minded group you belong to.
This week is also about LOVE. To be specific, the more you express the love inside your heart, the better your week will be in ways you never thought could happen.
As the dragon of light and the dragon of darkness battle for supremacy great tribulation now occurs worldwide. The war drums beat nonstop, and the message is: 'only' annihilating every designated enemy will now save us. However, as was stated previously, the real war is being fought over 'who' will control the Antarctic and the Arctic.
To counter the shouts for war, more 'hidden truths' will rise like a horde of phoenixes. As well, miracles of every kind, from small to magnificent, will increase dramatically across our world. As these miracles are noticed, this will bring about more miracles. These glorious and shining events will benefit all of humanity, and help our beloved Mother Earth.
On the economic front, the plot thickens, and it will be realized by many that the thickening, stinking mud of fraud could fill up the Grand Canyon. Sadly, most of us will be slogging through fraud we didn't create, never wanted, and didn't agree to.
Trendwise, now begins a type of civil war between the establishment entertainment industry and those of us who are the true creative talents. Despite every effort to stop it, the real cream begins to rise. This means a sharp dividing line will develop between those who follow the popular celebrities/trends, and those who prefer the new renaissance trends in art and entertainment.
Smiles from the heart are your ticket to happiness 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 ~~~
World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.
Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.
Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.
Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?
Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.
Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.
Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
***
It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.
Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~
~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list
Author Discovery by BookStrand author, Lindsay Townsend.
~~~
~ HAVE A MAGICKAL VALENTINE'S DAY ~
Kisses from Savanna Kougar...
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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[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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