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The Morning After Releasing Tuesday, Jan. 31, 2010

2012-01-30T09:15:00.000-08:00

Hello all,

I have good news to share.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012 is release day for The Morning After.

When Christine and Ken are introduced, Christine's goal is to seduce him. She'd only been looking for sex but finds his intensity and tenderness beyond her comprehension. Standing up for friends in Vegas at their wedding promots them to marry, too. Their first days as husband and wife will surprise them both.

You can read an excerpt and order your download copy at www.sirenpublishing.com.

I have more information up on my site, www.lillithpayne714.com.

I hope everyone has a great week, Lillith Payne

Angelic Forecast ~ #178

2012-01-30T00:21:00.000-08:00

"Talk about fascinating," I murmur. "So, the question becomes how did the evil ones alter the technology?"

"Ah, a horrific tale, indeed, my beloved." He hesitates, but I nod to let him know I want to know. "Once these good souls became bonded with the time crystals, they were slaughtered in a black magic rite. The ritual transferred their power to another more malleable human vessel. Later, these good humans' genetics were harvested. A type of clone was bred, one who could bond and change the crystal toward the dark energies."

"Damn... that is diabolical," I say as I attempt to wrap my mind around what Dhuroth has revealed. Then, I remember the Heavenly One's words about Stargate 2012.

***“There is good news,” the Cherub jovially asserts. He drops the cloud like a smooth ride down an escalator. “Many awaken and many are taking action to save themselves and their human world, to open Stargate 2012. There is much assistance from the angelic realm and from other humanoid races. They are cosmic relatives.”

“Oh, I so hope that’s true.”

“Your prayers, the prayers of all those seeking help are being answered.”***

"What is it?" Dhuroth asks. "Have you remembered something important?"

"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."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

A bright-soul week ahead, and on the opposite side, a new darkness rises on the world stage. This will be known by the strident and militaristic words that are spoken to convince humanity a savior is on the horizon.

However, humanity is its own savior. For, in these times of dragon-fierce transition deeper into the Aquarian Age, there is no leader, offered by the system, that is of true benefit to the peoples of the world. This, despite the worldwide 'staged' effort to make it appear as if there is one such leader, or a special group of technocrat leaders.

During this time, it is one person helping another. It is offering a friendly hand. It is the formation of beneficial communities. It is learning the heart of another, and knowing your own heart. That will be the salvation of humankind, and of Earth.

Once again, the 'new' importance of the creative arts, as accomplished by un-celebrities, becomes apparent as the week continues. Exciting fusions and innovations will increase dramatically, all brought about by so-called ordinary people. This will be noticed on a personal level and as a global phenomena.

As stated before, this rise in creativity will include not only visual arts of every kind, but music, dance, books, fashion, and also a renaissance of crafts and inventions. Of course, movies, vids, and interactive games, all created by talented individuals from across the globe are emerging, and here to stay.

The big entertainment industries will fight tooth and claw to remain in control, and to be looked upon as the gatekeepers. Their methods for doing this will become uglier and more heinous. Despite the endless emphasis on trendy stars and big name celebrities, this time is over, and 'slowly' coming to a neon-flash-and-crash close.

The rise of romance, as both entertainment and a way of life continues, even during these challenging economic times. Look for ways to enrich your life. As well, make your life richer with all things beautiful. A single bloom in a lovely vase is one example.

On the economic front, the dark powers that be will attempt to put a happy-days-are-here-again spin on the absolute disaster that is the world economy. The dominos are falling, only propped up by deception, fraud and lies. It is wise to use this time to prepare and become as self-sufficient as possible.

On the bright-soul side, many are coming forth with inventions outside the system, that are meant to assist all of us at this time. Take advantage wherever and whenever you can. And spread the invention love.

On that note, there are wonderful opportunities to make a living, and help others, with these off-the-grid types of inventions. As well, this is true with more natural ways of gardening, farming and ranching. There is no need for austerity as currently being advertised by the system.

Trendwise, this week is about looking to the future as it truly is, not how it's being sold by the establishment. From this vantage point, good decisions can be made, and ways to create the future anew will start to become obvious to a lot of us. Communities have sprung up that offer a viable lifestyle, and many more are rising like the phoenix -- from the ashes of these endtimes.

Moments of miracles, magick, and romance, that is what awaits all of us this week.

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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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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Warm up your winter II - 'The Snow Bride' now out at Amazon

2012-01-26T04:39:00.000-08:00

She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?

Elfrida, spirited, caring and beautiful, is also alone. She is the witch of the woods and no man dares to ask for her hand in marriage until a beast comes stalking brides and steals away her sister. Desperate, the lovely Elfrida offers herself as a sacrifice, as bridal bait, and she is seized by a man with fearful scars. Is he the beast?

In the depths of a frozen midwinter, in the heart of the woodland, Sir Magnus, battle-hardened knight of the Crusades, searches ceaselessly for three missing brides, pitting his wits and weapons against a nameless stalker of the snowy forest. Disfigured and hideously scarred, Magnus has finished with love, he thinks, until he rescues a fourth 'bride', the beautiful, red-haired Elfrida, whose innocent touch ignites in him a fierce passion that satisfies his deepest yearnings and darkest desires.

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Elfrida stirred sluggishly, unable to remember where she was. Her back ached, and the rest of her body burned. She opened her eyes and sat up with a jerk, thinking of Christina.

Her head felt to be bobbing like an acorn cup in a stream, and her vision swam. As she tried to swing her legs, her sense of dizzy falling increased, becoming worse as she closed her eyes. She lashed out in the darkness, her flailing hands and feet connecting with straw, dusty hay, and ancient pelts.

“Christina?” she hissed, listening intently and praying now that the monster had brought her to the same place it had taken her sister.

She heard nothing but her own breath, and when she held that, nothing at all.

“Christina?” Fearing to reach out in this blackness that was more than night and dreading what she might find, Elfrida forced herself to stretch her arms. She trailed her fingers out into the ghastly void, tracing the unseen world with trembling hands.

Her body shook more than her hands, but she ignored the shuddering of her limbs, closed her eyes like a blind man, and searched.

She lay on a pallet, she realized, full of crackling, dry grass. When she scented and tasted the air, there was no blood. She did not share the space with grisly corpses.

I am alone and unfettered. Now her heart had stopped thudding in her ears, she listened again, hearing no one else. Chanting a charm to see in the dark, she tried again to shift her feet.

Light spilled into her eyes like scalding milk as a door opened and a massive figure lurched across the threshold. Elfrida launched herself at freedom, hurling a fistful of straw at the looming beast and ducking out for the light.

She fell instead, her legs buckling, her last sight that of softly falling snow.

* * * *

Magnus gathered the woman before she pitched facedown into the snow, returning her swiftly to the rough bed within the hut. Her tiny, bird-boned form terrified him. Clutching her was like ripping a fragile wood anemone up from its roots.

And she had fought him, wind-flower or not. She had charged at him.

“I wish, lass, that you would listen to me. I am not the Forest Grendel, nor have wish to be, nor ever have been.”

Just as earlier, in the clearing where he had first come upon her, a brilliant shock of life and color in a white, dead world, the woman gave no sign of hearing. She was cold again, freezing, while in his arms she had steamed with fever. He tugged off his cloak and bundled her into it, then piled his firewood and kindling onto the bare hearth.

A few strikes of his flints and he had a fire. He set snow to melt in the helmet he was using as a cauldron. He swept more dusty hay up from the floor and, sneezing, packed it round the still little figure.

No beast on two or four legs would hunt tonight, so that was one worry less. Finding this lean-to hut in the forest had been a godsend, but it would be cold.

Magnus went back out into the snow and led his horse into the hut, spreading what feed he had brought with him. He kept the door shut with his saddle, rubbed the palfrey down with the bay’s own horse blanket, and looked about for a lantern.

There was none, just as there were no buckets, nor wooden bowls hanging from the eaves. But, abandoned as it surely had been, the place was well roofed, and no snow swirled in through the wood and wattle walls. Whistling, Magnus dug through his pack and found a flask of ale, some hard cheese, two wizened apples, and a chunk of dark rye bread. He spoke softly to his horse, then looked again at the woman.

She was breathing steadily now, and her lips and cheeks had more color. By the glittering, rising fire he saw her as he had first in the forest clearing, an elf-child of beauty and grace, a willing sacrifice to the monster. Kneeling beside her, he longed to stroke her vivid red hair and kiss the small dimple in her chin. In sleep she had the calm, flawless face of a Madonna of Outremer and the bright locks of a Magdalene.

He had guessed who she was—the witch of the three villages, the good witch driven to desperation. Coming upon her in that snowfield, tied between two trees like a crucified child of fairy, his temper had been a black storm against the villagers for sparing their skins by flaying hers. Then he had seen her face, recognized that wild, stark, sunken-cheeked grief, seen the loose bonds and the terrible “feast,” and had understood.

Another young woman has been taken by the beast, someone you love.

She—Elfrida, that was her name, he remembered it now—Elfrida was either very foolish or very powerful, to offer herself as bait.

Lindsay Townsend
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-snow-bride/

Wednesday's Words for January 25, 2012

2012-01-25T07:11:00.000-08:00

I have a good friend who tells me that I should work harder at being spontaneous. Lately I’ve been wondering if the cosmos—and my family—have been conspiring toward just that end where I’m concerned.

You may find this hard to believe, but I am not particularly a good time manager. Though my personality does lean toward the “melancholy” type—I can be very anal on occasion about some things, and about other things, always—I have a healthy streak of the “sanguine” in me.

I’m easily distracted and given to digression.

These last couple of weeks the only things I’ve been able to count on have been “spontaneous changes in schedule”.

It’s enough to make me want to pull out my hair sometimes.

I think this is one of the negative sides of working at home. I’m at home anyway, so why can’t I…fill in the blank. After all, I have a telephone right here, I can make calls. I have a car right there, I can run errands. It’s not as if I have a real job, anyway.

I have several friends who are, like me, blessed to be full time authors and who, also like me, are blessed to have families.

One of them goes to the library to write because when she stays home, writing is that which gets shoved to the bottom of the list.

Now, I don’t have any male full time author friends and I would be interested to know if it’s the same for them. Do their families and friends make demands on their time, since they don’t have a “real job”? Based on no evidence whatsoever, I’d be willing to bet not. The question I want answered: is it because you’re male, or is it because you might be better at saying “no” than we women tend to be.

I suspect it’s the latter.

Basically, I’m just a girl who can’t say no. Can I watch the children an extra day or two this week? Sure, no problem. Can I come to the city and ferry you around because you don’t have a vehicle? Why, sure, I can do that! Can I take clothes to the cleaners, run by the store, look for the Holy Grail? Hey, no problem!

It’s not as if I’m really doing anything all day, anyway. I just sit here in front of this computer and play with this thing called a keyboard. All. Day. Long.

No, I’m not very good at organizing my time and I definitely suck at saying no. Now yes, others should be more respectful of my time, and they should definitely begin to think of my being an author as my having a full time job.

But the Bottom line is this. That’s not their fault, it’s mine. If I was a better time manager, then the time I did have would indeed be put to good use. If I was better at saying no, then for sure, the time-management thing would have time to reap huge rewards.

I don’t believe in complaining loud and long about the things that I allow to happen. So clearly, I have two choices. I can either ‘woman up’, knuckle down, make a schedule, and practice saying ‘no’ in the mirror.

Or I can go and find myself a quiet library.

Love,
Morgan
#4 Bestseller, 2 weeks in a row!
Love Under Two Navy SEALs
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mmf, m/m/f, mfm, mm, what the?

2012-01-24T16:36:00.000-08:00

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Ever since I received an odd review on one of my books, I have wondered how much readers know about the weird terminology that abounds in the erotica world. "What the bloody hell are all those slashes?" some might have wondered a few years ago. Then the slashes disappeared and all that was left were letters. What's with all those letters? The reader who posted the review probably didn't know what mmf meant. Here is a primer:

The slashes originated with fan fiction, specifically when a cadre of enterprising writers began writing stories about certain characters on a beloved television show *cough* Star Trek *cough*. Seems many of the fans of this show decided that there was a ton of delicious romance going on under the surface and they categorized their stories with a sort of shorthand so that everyone would know what they were getting into when reading them. So, Kirk/Spock attached to a story meant that it detailed a romantic relationship between those characters. Yes, yes, a male/male relationship. M/M. Or as we would say today: mm.

Fast forward to 2012 and voila! Tons of mf and mmf and mm and mfm and even mmmmmmmf all over the romance novels at Siren-BookStrand as well as other publishers. What the hell? The slashes are gone and instead we've got a pile of letters. Personally I think everyone just got tired of typing all the slashes, especially when the abundance of mmmmmmmm's began to come out (heh, puny).

Basically, the m stands for male. The f stands for female.

mf --> male with female

mfm --> male with female and another male, male/female/male. The guys don't touch! Classic menage. Often involves brothers with one woman.

mmf --> male/male/female. The guys often do touch each other, as well as the girl. True menage!

ff --> female/female. Femme slash. Femslash.

mmm --> male/male/male. Guys all touching each other.

mmmmf --> male/male/male/male/female. Could also be mmmf or mmmmmmmmf or whatever. Everyone touches everybody. Most of the time. With trapeze (kidding! or wait, really?)

Crazy, huh? It's code! It's code just for us! Personally I think it's cool to have a type of code that details exactly which body parts touch or do not touch in erotica. It makes buying the books much easier if you know what's going to happen inside. It makes avoiding your squicks much easier. There are other codes too:

BDSM --> bondage discipline sadism masochism but it basically means a novel with any or all of these and included submission as well. There are a whole pile of fun codes that go with this!

BD --> bondage and discipline

Ds or D/s or D&S --> dominance and submission

S/M or SM or S&M --> sadism and masochism

There's a bit more involving tops and bottoms and switches. These terms aren't really just used in BDSM however, they're also used in mm fiction and sometimes in mf and ff fiction.

top --> the one who gives

bottom --> the one who receives

switch --> someone who is capable of both

A lot of these terms seemed to originate in the fan fiction communities across the internet, at least when applied to writing. There are also a ton of genres and tropes like sex pollen, bonding fic (ahem, like my Dream Marked series), kinks (knife play, fetishes, etc.), angst, fluff, and on and on. If you're curious, check out Fanlore. It's a great resource.

Anyway, maybe this will help when perusing the shelves at your favorite online bookseller. If you know what you like or don't like, remember to check the book description for the erotica code. It might save you some money and quite a bit of angst.

Shiny New Book Cover: "Love and Brimstone"

2012-01-24T01:00:00.000-08:00

I'm so excited to share my newest cover! This is for my book "Love and Brimstone," which is the first in my Brimstone vampire series coming soon from Siren-BookStrand!

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases for all my pen names (Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe) on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Cover Art for The Morning After

2012-01-23T08:53:00.000-08:00

Hello all,

I just got the cover art for The Morning After and had to share it with you.

When Christine and Ken are introduced, Christine's goal is to seduce him. She'd only been looking for sex but finds his intensity and tenderness beyond her comprehension. Standing up for friends in Vegas at their wedding prompts them to marry, too. Their first days as husband and wife will surprise them both.

We have a scheduled release date of Tuesday, Jan. 31, 2012.

For more information, to read an excerpt and pre-order your download copy go to

www.sirenpublishing.com/LillithPayne.

I also have information up on my site, www.lillithpayne714.com.

I hope everyone has a great week, Lillith

Her Cowboy Triple Team (Ride 'em Hard, 4) by Stacey Espino

2012-01-23T06:27:00.000-08:00

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Rubenesque Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, spanking, sex toys]

Kayla Roberts doesn't expect to land a man in her new town. She's used to being rejected due to her extra pounds and plain looks.

Grant Garner visits the feedstore more than ever since the new girl started working behind the counter. She's a real woman with depth of character, not to mention all those luscious curves. He can see a future with her, if only he can convince her she's worth his attention.

Ben and Austin are the black sheep of the town since they decided to switch to GE seed on their wheat farm. The only person who doesn't judge them is the quiet and darkly alluring Kayla Roberts.

Can ranchers on the opposite side of the wheat war make peace for the sake of love?

ADULT EXCERPT

Kayla was floating—the cowboy bodies, hands, and mouths tossing her on the waves of ecstasy. After her first orgasm by Austin’s wicked mouth, they converged on her. She only opened her eyes periodically to get a glimpse of flesh and muscle.

The butt plug was carefully plucked from her rear. Her clit was still pounding from her last orgasm.

“Bring her to the edge of the bed,” said Austin. They shifted her. Their strong arms aided in lifting and adjusting her to their satisfaction.

“Nice,” whispered Ben in her ear as he smoothed his hand over her ass from behind. The warm length of his body was pressed tight to her back. “Do you like being fucked up the ass, Kayla? Do you want my dick in here?” He lightly touched her tight rosette, a burst of sensation releasing on contact. She remembered the intensity of her orgasm when she was double-teamed. It was incomparable.

“Yes,” she squealed, not wanting to wait a minute longer.

Grant was partially on the bed, one leg on, one off. His cock was fully erect, just like Austin’s, which waggled near her face. “Ready, baby doll? Ready to take all three of us? Once we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll be stuck with the lot of us.”

She loved the sound of that. They promised roots, security, and the happily ever after she’d always sought. “God, yes!”

Grant joined her on the edge of the bed, pulling her thigh over his hip. He entered her smoothly, his big dick filling her pussy, calming the fire. As soon as the first cock entered her pussy, the second forged in her ass. Ben didn’t waste any time. As his rigid cock joined Grant’s, she felt stuffed, complete. Together, Grant and Ben fought for space, gliding into her slick openings, filling her to the max. They were twisted, limbs overlapping, male bodies vying for space so they could force as much cock inside her as possible. Austin stroked her hair, something she remembered from when her mother was alive. She opened her eyes briefly to glance up into his dark eyes. They were hypnotic. He watched her with a mix of lust and love and glanced at the men working her body while stroking his erection.

“Fuck, she’s amazing,” grunted Ben.

She continued to look up at Austin, bracing for each powerful thrust into her ass, wanting it harder, faster. “Give it to me,” she demanded. Kayla wanted Austin’s cock in her mouth. Her need to suck during this time of sexual awakening was a necessity. He eagerly poised himself at her mouth. She opened for him, wrapping her lips around the hot, silky flesh of his cock.

“You’re perfect, Kayla. Never let anyone tell you you aren’t.” She wanted to say the same to him but couldn’t speak with her mouth full.

She felt as though not an inch of her skin was untouched. Hands were on her breasts, in her hair, and she had a thick cock in every orifice. They pummeled her, fucking her into delirium. She didn’t think about her bouncing breasts or belly rolls, only the pleasure these men were determined to give her.

“Oh God!” she cried out as her body began to heat, burning and burning in need of release. Kayla immediately sought Austin’s cock again. The preorgasmic realm took over, washing through her body, bringing her to a higher plane of satisfaction than she thought possible. It was right there, on the cusp of release.

Almost, almost…so close.

Year of the Dragon ~ Angelic Forecast ~ #177

2012-01-23T00:45:00.000-08:00

Starring the 'secondary' character:

Xanuvvi, Blue Water Dragon Leader

Excerpt from ~ WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~

Neat trick, cherub. This isn’t being seen on world wide UN TV. But her cherub didn’t answer. Enclosing them, he flashed to jet speed. The mountains sped toward them like a fast-forward movie scene. Sedona shut her eyes, held onto her cherub even though she didn’t need to.

She opened her eyes as she felt them slow, and hover. Below them, a teal lake shimmered, cradled in a mountain valley. The lake was probably manmade. Sedona could see what looked like a simple dam.

Lake Alamo. Used as a contact area for the rebels and their alien allies. Volcano gently spiraled downward, as if they rode a thermal.

Yeah, Richard C talked about it one night with George. Knows some of the Contactees. Said most of the state park employees went rogue, took it over to keep the UN and the elite out.

They still have control. We’ve been granted a short meeting with Dragon Leader, Xanuvvi.

The blue water dragon.

He’s taking a lake dip. Has a fondness for the water on Earth.

Unpolluted I hope.

By agreement the rebels and the alien allies have a cleansing operation. One layer at a time.

Works for me. Awe-struck, Sedona watched as they descended. The Sonoran desert is so gorgeous. Used to love driving through. Wow! Beneath her a huge serpentine shine of blue scales coiled above the shimmer water.

“Fantastic,” she murmured. “I feel like I’m suddenly in a storybook fantasy.”

Volcano glided to a rise of ground, clear of desert scrub brush and the dry stems of abundant wildflowers. Wintering ducks had taken refuge in a stand of cattails. Herons took elegant flight. Even the fine ash couldn’t dispel the idyllic quality of the scene before her.

Entranced Sedona dismounted, and noticed she didn’t feel cold, even though the temps were probably mid fifties. “Like thermal underwear?” she asked when the cherub dismounted beside her.

“Magically designed for body maintenance. Want me to hold your hand?” he smooth-talked her, took her helmet.

“Keep me from being scared of the big ole’ dragon?” she sassed, but gave him her hand.

Dreaming of seeing a dragon was different than meeting one up close and personal. Even if he rose magnificently, benignly from the lake near them – blue glimmers of twisting sorcery, he had membranous sapphire wings. His head reminded her of Chinese dragon depictions. He towered above them as he writhed majestically, then waded onto the shore. His eyes surprised her, looking human and reptilian. Their mesmerizing glow greeted her.

“Zerr Dann of the Cherubim,” he bellowed, his voice reverberating around them.
“Dragon leader, Xanuvvi, your vitality is rewarding. May I present Sedona Khali, my angel incarnate charge.”

“Would you like to pet me?” Xanuvvi eagerly boomed. He smiled, carefully lowered his head, all the while blinking slowly.

“I would love to pet you,” Sedona crooned softly. Her stomach quivering, she stepped forward. Her fascination took over, and the pure thrill coursed through her. Besides he was cute in a bold enormous dragon way.

She caressed down the front of his face. He closed his eyes, seemed to purr, and looked blissful. She kept caressing his face. He felt miraculous, like resplendent slick silk. Feeling bolder, she caressed more of his face, then his cheeks, using both her hands. His ears gently flipped back in enjoyment. And she was in utopia.

“He’s an angelaholic,” Volcano whispered. “Just eats up the attention of women angels.”

Sedona knew he good-natured teased the dragon. “You don’t eat princesses, do you?” she cooed, stroked one huge ear.

“No!” Volcano laughed. “He doesn’t eat them. He just tells them he will if they don’t pet him.”

Xanuvvi opened one brilliant rapturous eye. “Take mythological advantage where you can,” he low rumbled. He snorted an ephemeral mist, carefully stepped back. “Much superior to a princess,” he praised, straightened to his height. “You sing like exquisite fire, angel Sedona Khali.”

“Violets,” Sedona murmured happily, breathing in his mist. “Thank you.”

“Your color, angel Sedona,” Xanuvvi flourished. He bowed his head briefly.

“Before he takes you for a ride.” Volcano pulled her back beside him. “Carries you off to his secret cave ship.”

“Zerr Dann, I am willing to make an appearance. If you and angel Sedona will greet me, show those around us that I and my people mean no harm. However, we have recently discovered the Mayan LA festivities have been infiltrated with those who would use subterfuge, use sound to cause our violence, as one tactic against us.”

“Let us stay in contact. I will commune with the Cherubim watching over LA.”

“Of course. I would prefer to make a grand spectacle entrance. Prove our existence to those who are ready.”

“You should be on with George, the NightHawk zone. Radio,” Sedona offered when he cocked his head.

“Yes.” The Dragon Leader savored, legs across his chest, his great claws shining, deadly curved. “That would be a splendid radio first. Indeed.”

“Indeed,” Volcano joyous teased, and agreed. “Your voice is perfect for radio.”

“You must visit our caldera base soon, Zerr Dann, angel Sedona.”

More swiftly than she could blink, the amazing blue dragon phased into flight over the lake and became a dot against the sky, as if he had only lived in her imagination.

“Zerr Dann?” she asked, still staring at the sky.

“Cherubim name. I didn’t want it found in your mind.”

“Yes, I remember. Why Volcano?” Sedona faced him.

“Translates to volcano. Thought it fit the guy-on-a-cycle image.” He grinned rakishly, put her helmet back on.

“Let me guess. We have to get out of here. Caldera base?”

“Yellowstone. The caldera. His dragon people are singing, soothing it.”

“Do you mean we, humans, animals, plants have a shot at not being wiped off the continent?”
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Now it begins, the fiery, spiraling, and transformative rise of Dragon Power. This means the fierce dragon energy within our Soul will no longer tolerate living in an ocean of deception and lies -- or living within the layer upon layer of fraud that has been perpetrated against humanity.

This never-ending revelation of dragon TRUTH will be in both your personal life and in the world at large. It will occur regardless of the cost.

Worldwide transformation is here. Because of this be prepared for immense changes during the year, 2012. Know this process will be mind-boggling and relentless for most of us.

At this time, it is advisable 'not' to avoid this onslaught of dragon-blazing truth. However, it is also wise to have avenues of healthy escape, and ways to put a balm on your emotions, on your precious heart. Music, dance, books, laughter, the appreciation of beauty. And love, always love. For, LOVE, spiritual love is the great Aquarian connection between us all.

Mother Gaia will also offer the tender arms and bosom of her planet to soothe us. Look upon the beauty of a sunrise, upon the never-ending majesty of the land. Watch the animals enjoy life and stroll among the trees, among the serenity of the beautiful plant life.

For the following week and the next two months, there will be major happenings hidden from the public at large by the 'evil powers that be'. Down the road these events will be tornadic in their impact upon all of us. In part, what is being hidden involves wars in space, the high activity of the sun, and the secret, off-world program begun during the early nineteen-fifties.

A further behind the scenes report: the soulless ones are gathering to implement their most devastating plans in their war against the human race. Their time table has been advanced due to the arrival of 'one' group of humanity's progenitors. These plans include the 'possible' release of certain bio weapons disguised as a flu outbreak or blamed on weaponized viruses escaping from a lab. Always be prepared to stay put for awhile, if needed.

On the good side this week, the inventive and creative nature of humanity comes forth like a giant tsunami sweeping across the entire globe. This will be encouraged and increased by loving energies from the angelic realm.

The pure magic of human creativity is also being aided by powerful, spiraling frequencies from the galactic center. At this time, the genetic makeup of the human race is also being changed, transformed, by these cosmic vibes to release our greater abilities.

On a personal level, this means your creativity and inventiveness will be heightened to meet and overcome the challenges ahead. Be open, let it flow, and sweet successes will be your reward.

Know these incoming divine vibes are also fueling a planet-wide renaissance at this time. New technologies that will truly serve the people are on the way.

This is in opposition to the technologies meant to control humanity. This tech-renaissance is also a means for the GOOD forces to overcome the psychopathic social engineers who are using every despicable means of deception to convince humans they are destroying Mother Earth. Know, dear ones, this is not true.

Trendwise, the Chinese Year of the Dragon ~ the whipping writhing strength of the Dragon is here. What does this mean overall? The dragon spirit within you will being taking on the world, creating both chaos and spiraling through the chaos, during this make-or-break-year of 2012. What it comes down to is, either use this power within you for your benefit and the benefit of All -- either use this magnificent mystical power to dis-empower those on the dark side, and bring forth a tsunami of much-needed inventions -- or the fierce frightening power of the dragon will use you.

The miracles of the dragon are here. Watch them transform your life.

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]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

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~~~

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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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2 Tymber Dalton titles on discount!

2012-01-21T06:07:00.000-08:00

Happy Saturday, everyone! :)

Don't forget, for a limited time, Siren has two of my titles on discount as retro releases! One of them ends tonight, so don't forget to stop by today and grab them if you haven't already added them to your library:

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Also, my newest release "Contractual Obligation" is available if you haven't checked it out yet.

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2012-01-20T19:04:00.000-08:00

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

Highlights this issue:

· What I’m Reading/Recommended Reads

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Wednesday's Words for January 18, 2012

2012-01-18T07:38:00.000-08:00

In all likelihood, my perspective, on this topic, is skewed.

My father died when I was 8 and a half years old. That one traumatic event impacted my life as a child and continues to do so to this very day. I can tell you, quite honestly, that from the moment my father passed away, I lived in terror that my mother would die, too.

Thirteen years later, she did, and I was orphaned at the tender age of 21.
Losing my parents when I was young, therefore, has given me a bias on the subject that’s been on my mind these last few days. That subject is how we, as a society, treat our elderly.

I’ve seen a few cases first hand of people traversing a path I never had the opportunity to follow; that of adults having to deal with their elderly parents.

I’m not sure I understand why one would “handle” their parents by sticking them in a “seniors’ care facility”. Yes, I know that sometimes there really is no choice. If our loved one needs more care, especially medical care, than we’re capable of giving, for example, then I can understand the need for using this alternative. But in my mind, and in my heart—unless the senior in question truly wants to go and live in such a place—this should be a last resort.

I’ve known of a few families who have “sent mom to the home”. The parent was old, and moved slowly, but was not really sick, and not really in need of constant medical supervision. Yet plop, plop, there went the poor grannies dropped off to live in a small room, surrounded by other small rooms, to be tended to by strangers for the rest of their lives.

Is this another case of Morgan being overly naive again? Maybe it is easy for me to talk, as I’ll never have to back up my words with actions. But, don’t we owe our parents every bit of care and attention we can give them? Don’t we owe them some of ourselves?

See, I can’t decide if the trend—taking your aging parent to a facility for them to live out what’s left of their lives—is motivated by laziness, carelessness, or some immature desire for payback. I’m just a bit cynical that this action is taken to be in the very best interest of the elderly person in question.

I’ve seen firsthand the heartbreak that comes to a person whose children more or less abandon them to live among strangers.

How can anyone do that to their mother? This is the same woman who carried them in her womb for nine months; who gave birth in a fog of pain, eschewing drugs in case those drugs brought harm to the baby.

Mothers and fathers are very special, and very precious. You only ever really have one of each in your life.

There are cases when there are few alternatives. In this age of two-career households, it might be a challenge leaving an elderly person alone all day. I get that. Of course there are agencies who specialize in home visits, people who for a very reasonable fee will come by as often as you need them to, to see to it all is well with granny.

I have no doubt that it could be a challenge incorporating an elderly parent into your household. It would require patience and care and maybe a little juggling. I also bet it would be quite a bit of work, having an extra person to see to. It certainly wouldn’t meet anyone’s definition of easy.

Just as, I imagine, it was some work, and challenge, and frustrating for that parent to have taken care of you.

I’m sad that as a society, and in this area, we allow ourselves the opportunity to choose between doing what is right and doing what is expedient.

Because I am a great believer in the law of sowing and reaping, I would like to add this caution. As you deal with your elderly parents, your children are watching and taking notes.

Love,
Morgan
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It's Release Day for CLAIMED FOR THE MASTER'S PLEASURE

2012-01-16T03:03:00.000-08:00

Hi, everyone, it's release day for my latest book in the Guilty Pleasures series!

CLAIMED FOR THE MASTER'S PLEASURE is an erotic BDSM story woven around the casino world of Las Vegas.

The hero, Jake Benetti has spent the last three years grieving for the loss of his wife. All he cares about is his casino, the Arabian Nights. When he meets Lia Constantine he knows she holds the key to unlocking his broken heart.

Unfortunately, there's just one blot on the horizon - the 1.3 million dollars debt her father has left owing his casino. With so much money driving a wedge between them, can they find true love?

If you'd like to know more click HERE

Angelic Forecast ~ #176

2012-01-15T23:49:00.000-08:00

"Between Mars and Earth, the stargates?" Dhuroth asks, his tone ferociously serious.

"They must remain open. The soulless ones on Earth will attempt to use the stargates to advance their evil regime."

"Ah, so, I understand your warning." Dhuroth nods regally, and the Heavenly One vanishes fast.

"What does that mean... specifically?" I ask once my lion man gazes at me.

"We have taken over two of the four stargates being used by the evil ones of Earth. Their three bases are well entrenched with weaponry capable of destroying Mars. It requires subtle tactics to keep the minion-soldiers of the evil ones leashed, then eventually denied access. However, those two stargates are also in use by others in the solar system and galaxy. That is why they must stay open. And we must perform extra guard duty now."

"How did the evil ones gain access in the first place?" I ask while trying to put the pieces of the endtimes together, and while remaining under the deliciously sensual influence of my Dhuroth.

"The manipulation of time, my Sh’raka. Once the Church was established as an empire, they began using the ancient technologies in earnest. To begin, these time-stretch technologies, as we call them, could only be used by those with a pure spirit. Many of these good souls were fooled into believing they were doing works for God and humanity."

"Talk about fascinating," I murmur. "So, the question becomes how did the evil ones alter the technology?"

"Ah, a horrific tale, indeed, my beloved." He hesitates, but I nod to let him know I want to know. "Once these good souls became bonded with the time crystals, they were slaughtered in a black magic rite. The ritual transferred their power to another more malleable human vessel. Later, these good humans' genetics were harvested. A type of clone was bred, one who could bond and change the crystal toward the dark energies."

"Damn... that is diabolical," I say as I attempt to wrap my mind around what Dhuroth has revealed. Then, I remember the Heavenly One's words about Stargate 2012.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

This week the New Power of the Soul is here, and rising. The desires of the soul, your soul, will come to the fore in such a strong way, it will be impossible to ignore this higher knowing, this new awareness. Whether you are conscious of your soul's desires, or not, they will now surface like a pod of whales.

At this time, dolphins and whales will be mentally communicating with humanity as never before, except in the antediluvian times. While this may sound like a silly new age idea, know that dolphins and whales have long been allies with humans, and now wish to join with those of us who will listen.

As was stated in last week's forecast, on a personal level, this is a perfect time to begin and develop new projects. If you are in need of prosperity, as so many are in these times, there will be an idea with your name on it, courtesy of the angelic realm.

While the soulless ones continue to shut down financial opportunities and demand austerity, truly this is a time to bring forth the Aquarian Age renaissance and create abundance for your community. Baking breads of all kinds in old-fashioned ways will become a strong trend, and is the nourishment needed by many.

Within the next few months, one of the major GMO companies will come under fierce attack. Their long history of diabolical lies and deeds will be revealed in part, and their eventual demise will be brought about, even though 'those' at the top believe they are invincible.

On the economic front, claims will be made by the corrupt 'powers that be' that the economy is on the upswing, if only slightly. The opposite is true. At this point in time, bank failures will happen across the globe like dominos falling. On the near horizon one of the major banks is likely to fail unless there is a behind-the-scenes intervention. This depends on what faction of the bankster gangsters wins.

On the war front, while the Mideast remains the focus, the real war raging on the planet continues in both the Arctic and Antarctic. It is possible some news about this will leak out.

Also, what has been called Contact with extraterrestrials and other unknown beings is in the cards for the year, 2012. There is a major battle between many forces for how this will come about, and WHO will be in charge. What is known as Project Blue Beam, a false flag alien attack using holo technology, could be used to keep humanity controlled and believing their so-called leaders are saviors. However, this scenario is not set in stone.

Beginning this week, always expect the unexpected on the world stage and in your personal life. Sadly, mass insanity will rise to new levels worldwide as people realize deeper truths but have no coping strategies. As well, the bizarre, the paranormal, and everything labeled 'high strangeness', will start to become the norm.

On the GOOD SIDE, many of us are developing new abilities, ones we never thought possible -- or the super abilities we have merely dreamed about. In truth as human beings, we are, overall, becoming smarter, faster, and bigger in our spirituality.

Trendwise, more and more folks will be planting their own food gardens using heirloom seed varieties. A new underground movement will form to save these seeds, and to transport good food wherever needed. This type of trade will infuse local communities with much-needed prosperity.

Once again, while this is likely to be a wild and wacky week for many, miracles will abound. Some of these miracles will be personalized, meaning they are gifts only for you.

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 NEW YEAR ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
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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's Words for January 11, 2012

2012-01-11T06:39:00.000-08:00

It’s amazing how quickly life returns to normal, isn’t it? Everyone’s back at work or school now, most of the television series have returned to new episodes, and politics is the word of the day on the Sunday morning talking heads.

I have to confess I don’t follow American politics as closely as I used to. Heck, I don’t follow Canadian politics, either. Maybe my inner curmudgeon is not only no longer inner but aggressively outspoken. It just seems to me that everyone can talk the talk, but no one can walk the walk.

I’d much rather read a book—or write one. Or spend time with the newest members of my family.

I don’t know if I mentioned it, but my daughter got herself a new pet a few months ago—not another cat, surprisingly, but a dog.

Well, it’s advertised as being a dog, but I call it a puppy-cat. It’s a Chihuahua, and her name is Bella.

She got the puppy when it was just 9 weeks old. Because of the breed, and because we live in Ontario, Canada, of course the dog needs to have a wardrobe.

She has sweaters, and coats. My daughter tried to get it to wear little booties, but frankly, that just wasn’t happening. In October, Bella had a Halloween costume. Yes, she went around dressed up to look like a green caterpillar.

My daughter is devoted to this animal, and the dog adores her right back. That’s probably the major difference between the two major species of domestic pets.
Dogs—even ones who come disguised as puppy cats—tend to be more affectionate toward and more dependent upon humans than cats are. I’ve always said the major difference is that dogs have masters, while cats have staff.

One good thing about my daughter having a puppy is, she won’t let it wander free the way the cats have, so I won’t soon get a new boarder here. The down side of that is, there have been a few times over the last couple of months when my husband and I have been asked to “puppy sit”.

When she asks, I always tell her to ask her father. My position is logical. I was the one who did all the child care and housekeeping while holding an outside job. Any grandchild entertaining—be it a human, feline or canine grandchild—is up to him.
He sometimes grumbles, but then I look and see he has the puppy-cat on his lap, sound asleep.

The only problem my daughter had with the new family member is that her puppy tended to demand all of her attention—very much like a little child. On her days off, she found it difficult to get anything done as Bella wanted to play all the time.

I thought the solution to this would come with time and patience and training. My daughter, however, had another idea. She decided that what the puppy really needed was a baby sister.

If Bella, by virtue of her size is a puppy-cat, then Ivy, the new Chihuahua most definitely qualifies as a puppy-rat. Don’t worry, my daughter takes very good care of them both, and Bella seems delighted to have a baby sister. Jenny laughs, of course, at the names I have given the two canines.

As you might imagine, when it comes to my daughter, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. I have been given a new title in the family, too.

Apparently, I am now Grandma-puppy.

For anyone who’s interested, I’ve posted a picture of Bella the puppy-cat on my blog. The address is below.

Love,
Morgan
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The Snow Bride. Lindsay Townsend. New Excerpt

2012-01-10T05:32:00.000-08:00

Here's a new excerpt from my steamy historical romance, 'The Snow Bride'. In it, my hero Magnus and heroine Elfrida are outside a strange tower, located deep in a snowy forest.

Excerpt.

Elfrida stopped, struck again by the strangeness of the place. No birds sang here, no animals lingered, and the sun cast misshapen shadows. She flinched, a picture forming in her mind of a small wooden watchtower with a single blue door. The wings and bones of ravens were pinned to the timbers of the tower.

"Things are very wrong here, very amiss." She seized her own strongest amulet for protection and tore it over her head. "Please, wear this for me."

He submitted as she slung it quickly around his neck but then was off again, striding forward. He crested part of the hillside and instantly dropped to his hands and knees, motioning to her to do the same.

"Look." He pointed to the wooden watchtower on the hilltop, surrounded by oak trees and mistletoe. "That was once a hunting tower for our Norman lords, I warrant, and with a blue door besides." He chuckled, his eyes and face alight with victory. "And there she goes, our washerwoman." Speaking, he gathered himself to leap forward and snatch the laundress before or as she reached the tower.

"Magnus! What do we do with her?"

"Why fret?" He waved off her question, seeming amazed by it. "You worry overmuch. We must get on, finish here, and get back. Even those Denzil guard lads will get suspicious in time, so we cannot linger."

"But can you not feel it?" She had felt this expectant, tense, terrible sense once before, in the woods close to her home, on the night Magnus had snatched her. "Something is very close, coming fast." Something terrible.

"All the better!" he bawled. Before she could stop him, he launched himself and rushed over the hilltop in a flurry of limbs, legs, and a lethal, sparkling-edged knife. The gray bundle he had jammed into the crook of his other arm, hefting it as if it was a missile.

Trying to keep pace, Elfrida received a face and mouthful of snow. "Dangerous!" she cried, unable to reach him to slow him down even a little.

"Ha!"

"Please—" Even as her sense of wrongness trickled a chill of ice down the length of her spine, Elfrida found herself speaking to empty air. Magnus was charging ahead, lunging into the unknown, impossible to stop.

Yelling, Elfrida chased after him.

More details here:

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Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend

Angelic Forecast ~ #175

2012-01-08T22:11:00.000-08:00

"Mmm," he rumbles in that great lion way of his. "My Sh’raka, we were considered to be un-destined lovers. And before you ask, our genetics were considered to be incompatible, as in becoming forever mates."

"Forever mates," I whisper. Tingles race up and down my spine, sparkly feeling tingles.

When a wildness enters me, I offer my lips to his.

Our kiss rivals any such passion viewed on a movie screen, and I sing inside with sheer romantic fierceness. That's the only way I'm able to describe it.

In the midst of our lips parting from each other, I feel a familiar angelic vibe.

"The Heavenly One," I whisper as I look upward.

Volcano floats above our feast table, a gentle smile lighting his features. Wonder fills me, yet so does concern. Has he arrived to return me to Earth after all? I trembled inside at that thought.

"A report, oh grand one?" Dhuroth inquires, then straightens his posture so he views the Cherub more easily.

"Yes, a report, Mars Lion Man. I must speak quickly. The Angelic Realm, our Temporal Division, is closing down the frequencies allowing for dimensional travel to Earth and Mars. There has been a breach by inter-dimensional dark force entities. The breach must be repaired."

"Between Mars and Earth, the stargates?" Dhuroth asks, his tone ferociously serious.

"They must remain open. The soulless ones on Earth will attempt to use the stargates to advance their evil regime."

"Ah, so, I understand your warning." Dhuroth nods regally, and the Heavenly One vanishes fast.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Watch for the 'revolutionary visionaries' this week. They will make a strong appearance via the alternative media. THOSE who cherish freedom are on the rise, and an upcoming force to be reckoned with. This is worldwide.

On a personal level, you may notice the need for freedom wells up inside you, and concerns several areas of your life. Also, the people you know who are least likely to have concerned themselves with the vigilance required to keep a free society, may suddenly be ignited with the idea of 'let freedom ring'. This is partly because it is now their time to AWAKEN.

The following week begins a new dynamic on Earth. This is a spiritual counterbalance to the smoke-and-mirror tactics of the soulless ones. As it currently exits in the realm of the what has been called the Akashic Records, the great fountain of TRUTH will be bubbling up, surfacing in ways that reveal the true herstory/history of humanity.

Sad for many on our beloved planet, evil becomes a sledgehammer this week. This will play out in several ways, some of them on the world stage, and some unseen and therefore unreported. This will 'also' involve the catastrophic foreclosure situation brought about, on purpose, by the bankster gangsters of Wall Street fame.

With the drums of war being beat to raise the dead or get the attention of the zombified, know that *currently* this is a bait and switch trick of the military industrial complex. While war is still on the main menu of 'those' who despise humanity, the pieces on their chess board have changed. This is because a new enemy has risen with a greater weapons' capability.

Space, both celestial events and exploration ventures taking place in outer space, will continue to be a major focus of many during the year, 2012. All the lies that have been told to the public about the nature of the solar system and our galaxy, will begin to unravel at a rapid rate. At the same time, UFO activity will only increase.

As the so-called mainstream media continues to shoot its credibility in the foot each and everyday, those who have resisted the AWAKENING will now come onboard, albeit many will do so reluctantly -- growling and grumbling like bears disturbed during their winter hibernation.

At this time, firearms will come under fierce attack by *those on the dark side* who want to disarm the innocent. There are terrible scenarios, already arranged, that are designed to enrage the populace and make weapons look like the problem. This will be an ongoing 'psy-ops' as it's called.

In regards to daily life, this week and the next three weeks will be an opportune time to start new projects, the ones you've been putting off, but really want to accomplish. Go for it!

Trendwise, It's a Wild and Wooly Year Ahead! The year 2012 is a FIVE year in numerology. Look for drama, non-stop action, adventure, periods of chaos, and lots of parties. Yes, it's time to keep the party hat on and get your groove on this year. For some of us that will be rediscovering Disco. FIVE is also the year of the detective. That means more people will be ferreting out the truth, and looking behind the scenes.

Remember music is a balm to the soul. Music also ignites your deepest passions. It is the universal language of the Aquarian Age. Speak, or sing, it to your loved ones.

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 NEW YEAR ~

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.

'The Snow Bride' - two lovely reviews!

2012-01-05T06:19:00.001-08:00

She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?

Read Chapter One

Read Reviews:

The Celtic Rose

Ms. Townsend's tale of these two lonely people joining forces to track him to his lair is non-stop, rich and lyrical. Her voice is distinctive, her writing style a delight, and the ending is both satisfying and promising in that a sequel would be possible. 4 Celtic Roses.

Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

The Snow Bride is and entertaining medieval love story, one of my favorite kinds. I enjoyed that Magnus is willing to woo Elfrida by treating her as an equal, no matter how hard it is for him to do. They have their ups and downs as they learn each other, leading to confusion and doubt on occasion. Both are well rounded, sometimes stubborn and proud characters, and willing to give and take to work together to rescue Elfrida’s sister. I enjoyed the glimpses of life at a noble’s castle, the look at the peasant’s and villages life styles. The banter between Magnus and Elfrida was entertaining, as was the growing love between The Snow Bride and Magnus. 4 Hearts.

Buy the ebook:

Bookstrand

Lindsay Townsend

Wednesday's Words for January 4, 2012

2012-01-04T08:23:00.000-08:00

Here we all are, full of good food, good drink, and too many sweets. We love the holiday season, but we also love to return to our regular routines.
At least, I do.

I’m not at all ashamed to admit that I am a creature of habit, one who quite happily entrenches herself in the minutiae of day-to-day living.

I function best when I have a schedule, when I know what I’m supposed to be doing on any given day, at any given time.

I have a good friend who says I should be more spontaneous. My response is always, “I’ll put it on my schedule.”

My beloved returned to work yesterday after taking his traditional week off between Christmas and New Years. Here is where I hang my head in shame and admit to all and sundry that I’m really glad he’s back at work.

Because, you see, while he had the week off from doing anything, I only had the week off from driving him to work. No small thing, I loved having my sleep uninterrupted for 11 straight days. I appreciated that, I really did.

But otherwise those eleven days didn’t feel like any kind of vacation time to me. I find it very difficult to stick to a one-person-in-the-house-routine when there’s someone else there with me.

He came home from work yesterday exhausted, of course. I’d warned him he would. At our ages bad habits form in about an eighth of the time good ones do; his body had gotten used to spending the day in the comfort of his lounge chair—or stretched out on the sofa—or in bed having a nap—and it therefore complained bitterly about going back to work.

There’s something to be said about being a body in motion that stays in motion. Whereas he was whipped by yesterday’s return to routine, I was energized (well, except for the driving part).

Did you make any New Year’s resolutions? I didn’t. I don’t believe in setting myself up for failure. This year, I simply took some time to think ahead to the kind of year I want to have. Just as each evening my prayer is for me to be just a bit better the next day in each area of my life from the day before, so I hope this New Year is just a bit better than the one just passed.

For me, better no longer has anything to do with finances. I’ve lived long enough that I understand good times come, and they go...but they usually come around again. My beloved says the economy is cyclical, down in years ending in an 8 and up in years ending in a 2.

No, better for me means that I do better. As a writer, it means that my words are clearer, more evocative, more creative; as a wife that I am more attuned to the moods and needs of my husband, more patient and less demanding; as a mother that I pay attention to the very fine line between helping and enabling, and am freer with kind words and hugs; as a granny, that I make sure the freezer is always full of popsicles and ice cream, and the cupboards overflow with cookies and that I listen and again am freer with kind words and hugs.

I can’t change anyone but me. So rather than focus on how I am treated by others, I instead choose to focus on how I behave, myself.

Because, you see, I have learned that it’s only my attitudes and my efforts that directly fill my ‘happiness’ tank.

Love,
Morgan
http://wednesdayswordsbymorgan.blogspot.com/
Available January 13th the next episode in the Lusty, Texas Saga
Love Under Two Navy SEALs
http://www.bookstrand.com/cara-covington

Happy New Year, and news!

2012-01-03T15:13:00.000-08:00

I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year celebration. I'm glad last year is over, because it was, honestly, not a great one personally. Between my health issues and losing my grandfather, it sucked. Also, a very close friend of ours was diagnosed with cancer in November and died on New Year's day.

At least I'm finally getting back into the swing of writing. My newest release, "Contractual Obligation," came out yesterday and is already on Siren's bestseller list (# 17 as of right now). And I submitted the prequel to my Triple Trouble series, "Fire and Ice," and it was accepted (tentative April release for now). Woot! It will pick up exactly where "Steam" leaves off and covers the time gap between "Steam" and "Trouble Comes in Three." I also have three other releases coming soon in early 2012 from Siren, the first two books in my Brimstone vampire series (revised and expanded), and a shape-shifter collection called "Doggy Tales 1" (yes, more in the works for that series, too).

For those of you who didn't know, I also have four releases with Siren under different names: Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe. You can find all those books also linked on my Tymber Dalton Siren-BookStrand page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

What am I working on now? Books 4-6 in my Triple Trouble series, the next two books in my Love Slave for Two series, and more. If you want to be stay tuned for the latest information, make sure to join my newsletter group (announcement only), my Facebook page, Twitter feed, Google +, and you can subscribe to get email updates to my blog, too. :)

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I just wanted to add one more note, that I really appreciate all of you, my readers, for your support and patience with me. The notes you've sent me have been wonderful and really helped my mood. I also want to publicly say how much I appreciate Siren-BookStrand as my publisher. They truly are a great company to write for, and if you are a newbie writer, don't hesitate to submit to them. They have been so supportive over the past year, understanding with my personal issues, and I can't begin to express the depths of my appreciation to them.

Here's to hoping that 2012 is a fantastic year for us all!
((HUG))

Angelic Forecast for the New Year, 2012 & Weekly Forecast #174

2012-01-01T23:21:00.000-08:00

With a naughty gleam in his eyes, Dhuroth dips his finger in the magical concoction and presents me with his thickly covered forefinger. I give him a naughty teasing look of my own, then leisurely wrap my mouth around his finger.

I fully savor the goodness of the pineapple dish as I languidly use my mouth and tongue to suck it off.

"Food always tastes superior this way." His tone is a low sexy roar.

"You taste superior this way," I say once I've relished and swallowed the lovely food. My gaze feels as if it sears into his.

"My turn," he velvety growls.

I burn. Not just burn, no, I smolder with passion as I dip my finger in the creamy concoction.

Feeling scorched inside, I offer my finger to Dhuroth. His gaze, hot and bold with his passion, stays on mine while he gradually parts his lips. He engulfs my forefinger, and sensually slides his mouth. Then, his tongue slowly swirls, and I melt with the force of my growing desire.

"My lion man," I murmur.

Once he has fed from my finger, his tongue tip touches my fingerpad. He licks several times, the sensation scratchy and downright sexy. "Talk about knowing how to seduce me," I croon softly.

"How do you think I convinced you to be mine so long ago?" His purring tone is a seductive and teasing.

"Do you mean to say, I didn't chase you down, or use my feminine allure to encourage your pursuit?"

My words as I speak them seem so natural to me. Yet, I cannot conceive that I could say them to a man on Earth. Not in the current-day culture, anyway.

"Mmm," he rumbles in that great lion way of his. "My Sh’raka, we were considered to be un-destined lovers. And before you ask, our genetics were considered to be incompatible, as in becoming forever mates."

"Forever mates," I whisper. Tingles race up and down my spine, sparkly feeling tingles.

When a wildness enters me, I offer my lips to his.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Rise of the New Renaissance ~ From this point forward in the year 2012, those who value their humanity will bring forth every manner of artistic and creative endeavor. For these people it will become about the art of living life. They will use technology, and the rapid advancements, as their servant.

Instead of becoming addicted and enslaved as the soulless ones intend, the renaissance renegades will become the rulers of Aquarian Age technologies. This will be in direct opposition to the cyborg lifestyle, which will be advertised as the only savior of humankind.

This week, and the next several weeks, will see major changes in the world economy on several fronts. Also, as more of humanity realizes that many banks are no longer good caretakers of their money, they will pursue other ways of doing business. At this time, there is an underground economy now taking 'good' root. However, it will only be accessible by those in the community who are trusted.

This year, as the sword of TRUTH becomes swifter and heavier, more horrendous acts of corruption and treason will be revealed. As well, those who perpetrate evil against others will be exposed as never before. Thus, those of us who walk the Good path will become more and more valued, and sought after. This will be a slow process, however.

At the year's midpoint, those who are both warrior and the peacemaker will ascend as a major force on the world scene. For, now is the time to harmonize the ability to fight with the ability to bring about peace. Remember, there can be no peace without true warriors, and a true warrior cannot exist unless there is a peaceful society to defend.

On a personal level this week, focus on economic matters, and take action where wisdom and common sense dictate. Take inventory and decide what is most needed and required for your household. Since the price of food is likely to rise rapidly in the coming months -- also to prepare for winter storms and the storms of life, lay in good supplies.

2012 will be the Year of the Sun. That is, solar activity will be wild and varied and also extremely intense at times. This will result in quickly changing weather patterns that develop into superstorms. The whip-lashing force of the sun will also trigger major land changes

Trendwise, because superstorms in weather, in the economy, and in society will be occurring, any service or product that helps humanity will be in demand.

Remember, All Beloved Ones, this is also the Year of Miracles, the most extraordinary and enchanting miracles. All of them just for you, and your loved ones.

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 NEW YEAR ~

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.

Happy New Years from Missy Lyons

2011-12-31T06:59:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year's everyone!

It's time to end the year 2011, whether we are ready or not--and I am ready!!

I am finding myself looking back over the year and evaluating what I did well and what didn't work. I think 2011 kicked my butt and then turned around and did it again. My husband lost his eye this year and my babygirl underwent a her first surgery. My priorities changed and I began to deal with what was most important to me--family. I stopped writing for the first half of the year and then took it up again in Summer and Fall and I think my word count for the year ended up being around 80,000 words. Not bad for putting my writing on a back burner. It's been quite a ride. Now I can't wait for this year to end so I can take the reins back to my life and get this horse and pony show started. lol

In 2012 I already have two releases scheduled and plans to use my time more wisely. I have a few friends that have already written down a list of the books they plan to write. Me? I'm not so organized, but I will be writing and my sequel to the Stud Service Series is at the top of the list.

What are your plans for the New Year?

Lots of love to you all and I hope all your hopes and dreams come true for 2012! Happy New Years!

Missy Lyonswww.missylyons.com

Tonight I plan to break out the bubbly and celebrate until I can't party anymore and then I'll be sleeping it off tomorrow just like this guy. lol Enjoy your New Year's y'all!

Missy Lyons is the author of these Siren Titles:

Cowboys Don't Dance
Heart of a Cowboy
Lynne's Love Triangle

Wednesday's Words for December 28, 2011

2011-12-28T07:27:00.000-08:00

Ah, the New Year! It’s a time when everything can be new again.

The countdown to 2012 has begun. Everywhere you look there are those entertaining end-of-year lists. Didn’t someone come out with a list of the 10 best and the 10 worst lists of the year?

I think if they haven’t, they really should.

It is poignant as the year draws to a close to take some time to look back on the last twelve months. A lot has happened in the world this year, some of it awe-inspiring, and some of it heartbreaking.

There’s so much news available to us now, and so many news entities competing for advertising dollars and audiences, that we can feel constantly battered by that ‘breaking news’ intro music the media outlets like to play.

Do you remember when you might go more than a couple of months without once hearing that on your television? And if you did hear it, then something really important had occurred. You might be in the kitchen, busy doing dishes or making dinner. That music would play and you’d rush into the living room, to find what had happened.

Over the last couple of decades there’s been so much media hype over incidents of every level of import that I believe we’ve become seriously desensitized to the entire concept of ‘breaking’ news.

Do you take a few moments at year’s end to contemplate the events in your own life over the past twelve months? I don’t as a rule, at least not formally. Of course, I can’t always stop my thoughts from wandering back. Sometimes my mind wants to just dance again to the music, and sometimes it needs to scan the battlefield just one more time in hopes of finding just one more memento left behind to cling to.

Despite my propensity for list making in other areas of my life, I don’t make end of year lists. Maybe I should. Perhaps it would serve me well to recall my 10 best moments, and my 10 worst. I’m not sure how honest I could be in this exercise, however. I still tend to push away that which is unpleasant while trying to focus instead on the positive.

Maybe it would be more to the point if I simply took some time to set 5 personal goals for the coming year. Sure, 10 would be more ambitious, but I personally feel that 5 is a more manageable number for me.

One thing I do need to do is set a few goals that have nothing to do with my career. Writing is my passion, of course. But there’s a very real danger that I can let it consume me. I don’t want to miss any special moments in my life, or the lives of my family, because I was too centered on finding just the right word or, hell, even just the next word.

I have long range goals, of course. I do tend to call them dreams, even though they generally are eminently achievable.

I believe that no matter how old you are, you have to have a dream, something that you’re working toward. You need to have a purpose, a reason to get up each morning.

I know the year ahead will have a few notable milestones for me. I have just this month signed my 25th contract with Siren-Bookstrand, and that book, under my other penname of Cara Covington, will be out, likely in the spring; and in July of this year, my beloved and I will celebrate our 40th wedding anniversary. [And they said it wouldn’t last!]

One more milestone has to do with Wednesday’s Words. I’m going to be posting my essay in only a couple of Yahoo loops come the New Year. I’m blessed and honoured to have my humble words hosted by others as well: writer, editor, TV host and speaker Cynthia MacGregor hosts my essay as “Morgan’s Column” in her EZine, “ EZine Does It” which can be found here: http://oaboa.pair.com/cynthiam/cynthia2011/index.html; and author Brenda Williamson hosts me as a guest blogger on her blog, “An Eclectic Author” at http://aneclecticauthor.blogspot.com/ .

My essay will continue to appear on the Siren-Bookstrand Blog, and of course, on my own blog, Wednesday’s Words by Morgan Ashbury. The link for that is below.

I wish you all a very happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year. May 2012 be the best year, ever!

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

Warm up your New Year - 'The Snow Bride' is out today!

2011-12-27T04:49:00.000-08:00

Angelic Forecast ~ #173

2011-12-25T22:00:00.000-08:00

I do as my lion man says, and the intermingling scents remind me of an essential oil mixture... anise, cinnamon, ginger, clove. "Is that coconut?" I ask hopefully.

"Only similar to coconut... but taste." Dhuroth dips out a bite with his finger and offers it as if this is the custom between us.

I wonder if it was, once upon an ancient time.

"Yes," he answers, reading my mind. "Taste with the tip of your tongue first, as you did then, my Sh’raka."

There is tenderness, eagerness and smoky lust in his voice. Ever so slowly, I move, then extend my tongue, pressing the point against his fingerpad.

I am amazed at how potent the flavors are, and take the tiny taste inside my mouth. Exotic spices, pineapple and a creaminess similar to coconut milk dissolve then explode...and I am floating in food heaven.

Immediately, Dhuroth offers me the rest, and I slip my mouth over his finger sucking off the fabulous deliciousness. And... not to mention, the bold feel of my lion's man finger is arousal itself.

With a naughty gleam in his eyes, Dhuroth dips his finger in the magical concoction and presents me with his thickly covered forefinger. I give him a naughty teasing look of my own, then leisurely wrap my mouth around his finger.

I fully savor the goodness of the pineapple dish as I languidly use my mouth and tongue to suck it off.

"Food always tastes superior this way." His tone is a low sexy roar.

"You taste superior this way," I say once I've relished and swallowed the lovely food. My gaze feels as if it sears into his.

"My turn," he velvety growls.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Let the Year of Miracles and Mayhem Begin ~ From Winter Solstice 2011 to Winter Solstice 2012, divine miracles and mass mayhem will occur across the globe on a larger scale than ever before.

The following week will be a mini foreshadowing of not only what will likely occur on the world stage, but also a foreshadowing of the upcoming year for you personally. This knowledge is powerful, and gives you the opportunity to plan, and make a course change if necessary.

Many in the year 2012 will be making course changes in their lives from small to a major shift in direction on a greater scale than has occurred for the last fifty years. Also, starting this week, there will be a population shift away from metropolitan areas. This will only increase in the following months for several reasons. However, the Land is calling people to return.

During this week, you will receive blessings from unexpected sources. Be grateful regardless of how they show up, or from where, or from whom. For, they have been sent by the Divine. And they are gifts to you.

This week it is important to take inventory of your relationships. Who in your family, and which of your friends, truly believes in you? Knowing this will be absolutely crucial as life unfolds in the new year. As well, you will know where to devote your emotional energy, and the love of your heart.

As was said last week, now is the *time of the human heart*. While this Heart Awakening surges worldwide, the soulless ones plan for all-out war. Their unconscionable manipulations toward bringing humanity into this dark and unnecessary time of war will continue at a dizzying pace. It should be known, 'they' will use any and all of their psychopathic cunning and their ill-gotten fortunes to bring more conflict about, while blaming others who are blameless.

Only a real stand for freedom by humanity, and for all that is Good, will halt the dark side from enslaving us all with war. Only resistance will stop the completion of their tyranny.

The continued downfall of the economy has been created for this purpose, as well. For, the evil ones plan to use their octopus-tentacle economy to keep everyone down -- to keep all of us begging for solutions.

Once again, the dynamic forces of the coming week are complex, and there will be several twists and turns, all of them manufactured for public consumption. However, as more and more people 'see' behind the curtain, there will be huge backlash after huge backlash, as was spoken about in the previous forecast.

Trendwise, this week is about reflection. Even though, there will be the usual preparations for the New Year and for celebrating, the real underlying force will be taking a serious look at what has been. This is extremely important for soul growth, and to move into a brighter future.

Another trend is 'make your soul rich with romance and relationships'. As money 'very' gradually becomes less and less important in our culture, and loses its grip on much of humanity during the Aquarian Age, the richness of human experience will be in your relationships, and in how you romance your life -- how you romance others and those you love.

Take time to rejoice. Take time to be prepared. For, the magic, mystery and mayhem of 2012 is nigh.

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 NEW YEAR ~

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's Words for December 21, 2011

2011-12-21T07:16:00.000-08:00

This time of year can be the brightest of times, or the darkest of times, depending mostly on the people in our lives, and how we choose to see things.

For those lucky enough to be surrounded by family and friends, Christmas and Hanukkah can be filled with love and laughter, fun and food. Yes, it’s a hassle going shopping at the mall, or trying to find the best roast or turkey at the supermarket. A good parking spot can be difficult to find, and sometimes one has to deal with others whose patience has deserted them. When we’re running low on that commodity ourselves, it doesn’t take much for us to lose it.

But generally, with all the rushing around and money spent, nerves frayed and the air around us sometimes turning blue, in the end we decide it’s all been worth it. When we’re in the midst of the celebrations, surrounded by the warmth of loved ones, when we share fellowship, we know that these are the moments that build memories and the ones that led up to them, those noisy, bothersome hassles, are nothing in comparison, and soon forgotten.

But for those who are alone or lonely, those who are dealing with very lean finances, and those who are grieving the loss of loved ones, this time of year can be excruciatingly painful. For those whose hearts have been shattered, whose souls have been battered, it’s hard to be surrounded by the joyousness of the season, when songs and scents remind us of happier days, and those lost to us forever.

I think that life is like an empty vessel that is filled with a varying combination circumstance and attitude. Things happen beyond our control and it is left to us to deal with those occurrences, however we can, for better or for worse.

Traditions help, I think. Yes, they can be reminders of what has been lost, but they can also bring us closer, for just a moment, to those now gone, both people and times. Whatever our traditions may be, whether it is the sharing a particular meal, or the lighting a particular candle, an orange in the toe of a stocking, or a certain movie watched on television, in those moments, what was and what is are joined in the spirit of that tradition. Past and present become one, a chain unbroken reaching through the generations.

In our household we observed various small traditions, some that I enjoyed as a child, and some that my beloved cherished in his youth. These we passed on to our children, who in turn have passed them on to theirs.

There is comfort to be found in family traditions. We need these touchstones, even more as the world around us becomes increasingly hectic. As I get older, the world does seem to move faster. It’s harder to keep up. How wonderful, then, that some things don’t change.

This isn’t, of course, only a Christian truth. I think it’s a human truth. I think that no matter one’s faith, there is a need within us to have something we can look to, to hang on to, that is permanent, and in its own way, sacred.

Life may be spanned by decades, but it is lived a moment at a time. Memories are made in these special moments; memories are precious, and memories last.

I wish everyone every good thing during this Holiday Season. May you have peace and joy, love and laughter. Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, I hope the traditions you create and the ones you perpetuate bring you happiness and joy.

One of my family’s favorite traditions is a steamed pudding that my mother made each Christmas, and that I now make as well. If you’re interested, you can find the recipe on my Wednesday’s Words blog, url below. What makes this pudding special is that the only fat it in comes from 1/3 of a cup of milk!

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

Angelic Forecast ~ #172

2011-12-18T22:42:00.001-08:00

Yet, an instant later apprehensiveness steals inside me. And, strangely, I also feel 'new' inside. My past melts away.

Closer...closer, our mouths come... and I want him to initiate our kiss.

His lips capture mine, a soft possession. Still, I am moved by the sheer power emanating from him... a power that I know is mine because he would protect me with no thought for himself. It's all there in his kiss. His kiss cherishing and taking mine.

Softer than I could have imagined it, Dhuroth brushes my mouth with his, then parts our lips. As he gradually lifts his head our gazes merge, and there is an indistinguishable feeling at first... then a connection between our souls that seems like it's lasted forever.

"Dhuroth," I breathe out.

"My woman." My lion man's finger strokes the length of my arm, sensual, loving... and somehow it feels like a lovely eroticism. "We have centuries to make up for," he purrs, low and deep-throated.

"You feel so real... yet all of this is so surreal," I say.

"Yes, it would seem so." With a sudden grin, he leans away from me. "I have a dish you will like, I am certain."

"What is it?" I ask in a teasing manner. Never have I felt safer. I also realize I feel free to be myself... almost.

"Pineapple Mars Style is one ingredient."

"Mmmm, I love pineapple."

With his languid powerful grace, Dhuroth reaches for an oddly shaped dish. The bowl is hexagonal yet deep in the center. Setting the dish between us, he lifts the lid. Sweet tangy aromas steam around us.

"Lots of spices, I say," trying to identify them.

"Indeed, my beloved. Inhale deeply. It will enhance the taste."

I do as my lion man says, and the intermingling scents remind me of an essential oil mixture... anise, cinnamon, ginger, clove. "Is that coconut?" I ask hopefully.

"Only similar to coconut... but taste." Dhuroth dips out a bite with his finger and offers it as if this is the custom between us.

I wonder if it was, once upon an ancient time.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

During this week of the Winter Solstice, then the Christmas celebration, there will be miraculous events that will be obvious to many. This will occur in your personal life and on the world stage. Keep your eyes and your soul wide open. You will not be disappointed.

The following week is also extremely complex in all of its dynamics. At this time, freedom lives as a never ceasing burn inside the soul. However, those on the dark side will use every dirty trick to stop true liberty for humanity. Also, every manner of subterfuge is in play to conceal the Light, especially the 'new' light frequencies now raining down on us directly from the angelic realm.

Once again, the failing economy will be used to pummel everyone into compliance, into what some label as the new world order. Desperation has taken over these soulless ones at this point. The mass AWAKENING on Earth threatens to throw off their yoke of economic tyranny forever, and they are scrambling.

As well, a battle still rages in the ranks of the bankster gangsters, and this, in the long run, will accelerate their downfall. In the meantime, they will use the 'might makes right' tactic to gain their ends, and keep their ill-gotten gains. This means using military might, and the might of advanced technologies most don't know exist.

With miracles on the rise, there will be an attempt to coopt the divinely miraculous. Given that holo technology is real, and in use now, this technology will be used to create false miracles -- to lead us all astray. Only discernment from your intuition, your spiritual center, will reveal the truth.

As more of humanity realizes the importance of TRUTH, they will seek it out, and there will be backlash after backlash against those who have used a trillion lies to ruin so many lives.

From now until the end of the year, and likely beyond, home is where the heart is, and wherever those who need a home can find to live. The 'whole' way housing has been in this country will change dramatically, and in unexpected ways. Also, being on the land will become all-important in the near future.

Trendwise, this week is about spirituality, and whatever that means to you, and your loved ones. For, the time of the human heart is here. With the rise of the Aquarian Age, everything you are, everything you think and feel, will now intensify, magnified by the new cosmic energies. *YOU* will be ramped up by one hundred percent.

Take moments to cherish the miracles in your life. Take even longer moments to cherish your loved ones.

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 WINTER SOLSTICE & CHRISTMAS ~

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Warm up your winter: 'The Snow Bride'

2011-12-17T05:32:00.001-08:00

She is Beauty, but is he the Beast?

Elfrida, spirited, caring and beautiful, is also alone. She is the witch of the woods and no man dares to ask for her hand in marriage until a beast comes stalking brides and steals away her sister. Desperate, the lovely Elfrida offers herself as a sacrifice, as bridal bait, and she is seized by a man with fearful scars. Is he the beast?

In the depths of a frozen midwinter, in the heart of the woodland, Sir Magnus, battle-hardened knight of the Crusades, searches ceaselessly for three missing brides, pitting his wits and weapons against a nameless stalker of the snowy forest. Disfigured and hideously scarred, Magnus has finished with love, he thinks, until he rescues a fourth 'bride', the beautiful, red-haired Elfrida, whose innocent touch ignites in him a fierce passion that satisfies his deepest yearnings and darkest desires.

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Here is another excerpt to tempt you:

Magnus was worried. The fire he had made should have brought his people. It was an old signal, well-known between them. His men should have reached the village by now—that had been the arrangement. They were bringing traps and provisions in covered wagons, and hunting dogs and horses. He had been impatient to start his pursuit of the Forest Grendel and so rode ahead, returning with the messenger until that final stretch when the man turned off to his home. He had ridden on alone, finding the wayside shrine.

But from then, all had gone awry. Instead of the monster, he had found an ailing witch, and the snowstorm had lost him more tracks and time.

Magnus shook his head, turning indulgent eyes to the small, still figure on the rough pallet. At least the little witch had slept through the night and day, snug and safe, and he had been able to make her a litter from woven branches. He would give his fire signal a little longer and then return Elfrida to her village. There he might find someone who could translate between them.

Perhaps she did have power, for even as he looked at her, she sat up, the hood of her cloak falling away, and stared at him in return. She said something, then repeated it, and he drew in a great gulp of cold air in sheer astonishment, then laughed.

“I know what you said!” He wanted to kiss her, spots and all.

He burst into a clumsy canter, dragging his peg leg a little and almost tumbling onto her bed. She caught him by the shoulders and tried to steady him but collapsed under his weight.

They finished in an untidy heap on the pallet, with Elfrida hissing by his ear, “Why have you done such a foolish thing as to burn all our fuel?”

He rolled off her, knocked snow off his front and beard, and said in return, “How did you know I would know the old speech, the old English?”

“I dream true, and I dreamed this.” She was blushing, though not, he realized quickly, from shyness.

“Why burn so wildly?” she burst out, clearly furious. “You have wasted it! All that good wood gone to ash!”

“My men know my sign and will come now the storm has gone.” He had not expected thanks or soft words, but he was not about to be scolded by this red-haired nag.

“That is your plan, Sir Magnus? To burn half the forest to alert your troops?”

“A wiser plan than yours, madam, setting yourself as bait. Or had your village left you hanging there, perhaps to nag the beast to death?”

Her face turned as scarlet as the fire. “So says any witless fool! ’Tis too easy a charge men make against women, any woman who thinks and acts for herself. And no man orders me!”

Magnus swallowed the snort of laughter filling up his throat. He doubted she saw any amusement in their finally being able to speak to each other only to quarrel. Had she been a man or a lad, he would have knocked her into the snow, then offered a drink of mead, but such rough fellowship was beyond him here.

“And how would you have fought off any knave, or worse, that found you?” he asked patiently. “You did not succeed with me.”

“There are better ways to vanquish a male than brute force. I knew what I was about!”

“Truly? You were biding your time? And the pox makes you alluring?”

“Says master gargoyle! My spots will pass!”

“Or did you plan to scatter a few herbs, perhaps?”

He thought he heard her clash her teeth together. “I did not plan my sickness, and I do not share my secrets! Had you not snatched me away, had you not interfered, I would know where the monster lives. I would have found my sister! I would be with her!” Her voice hitched, and a look of pain and dread crossed her face. “We would be together. Whatever happens, I would be with her.”

“This was Christina?”

“Is Christina, not was, never was! I know she lives!”

Magnus merely nodded, his temper cooling rapidly as he marked how her color had changed and her body shook. A desperate trap to recover a much-loved sister excused everything, to his way of thinking.

She called you a gargoyle! This piqued his vanity and pride.

But she does not think you the monster, Magnus reminded himself in a dazzled, shocked wonder, embracing that knowledge like a lover.

Lindsay Townsend
http://www.lindsaytownsend.net

Wednesday's Words for December 14, 2011

2011-12-14T08:53:00.000-08:00

This past Saturday the Ashburys perpetuated their newest Christmas tradition, now three years old: grandmother-granddaughter cookie baking day.

My youngest granddaughter, the one I help care for on a regular basis, loves to bake. 11 is an interesting age for a girl, don’t you think? Half child, half adolescent, 11 is a time for sometimes forgetful/clumsy/emotional moments, and sometimes amazingly adult and insightful ones.

At least I have found it to be so with Emma.

One moment she’s bemoaning the fact that not getting her way is just not fair [stamp foot here]; the next, she’s using her fork as a pointer at the dinner table when she tells my beloved, “Remember, Grandpa, happy wife—happy life.”

Emma’s mother isn’t a baker, and so she comes to me and her other grandmother, for the chance to indulge her culinary creative side.

I happen to know that I don’t let her do as much as her other grandmother does—she informed of this on Saturday—but then she admitted that her other grandmother makes cakes, not cookies that have to be rolled out.

I am immune to the efforts of children to apply guilt.

I rolled out the dough – and this year I cheated and bought pre-made sugar cookie dough – and she cut them, put them on the tray, and then collected the cooled cookies for decorating.

We have fun, and I try and teach her how to do things “the old fashioned way” [read, by hand]. It’s a good time to talk about anything under the sun. Mostly, she talks and I listen. I like to think that when she’s a granny, she’ll look back on these times with a smile.

I made the icing for the cookies but she did the rest, with icing and sprinkles and a pretty good job she did, too.

We ended up with a few dozen sugar and gingerbread cookies, all of which she took home with her. I did promise that she could help me in a couple of weeks when it’s time to make my mother’s steamed Christmas pudding.

She and her brother love this traditional dessert almost as much as their father did. He was a crafty one, coming to me at the beginning of November every year, a solemn look on his face. “I’m worried that you may have forgotten how to make it,” he would say. “So I think you should practice by making one now. We’re all willing to be your test subjects. After all, you wouldn’t want to serve a flawed pudding to guests.”

After such a creative plea, of course I had to make an extra dessert ahead of Christmas. And yes, it did get a two-thumbs-up.

Keeping in mind Emma’s complaint—that I don’t let her do as much—I think I’ll get her to grate the carrots and potatoes for the pudding. She won’t mind doing the work, she never does when we’re baking. She’s just a typical 11 year old, anxious to get to the part where she gets to eat her creations.

Of course, in the case of the sugar cookies, Emma can see no reason to wait for the whole baking/decorating process. She spent a good deal of time begging for little bits of raw cookie dough to eat.

That, I’ve been informed by the child in question, she gets from her mother’s side of the family.

With the permission of the parents, I have posted a family photo on my blog. This was taken last month when we went out to celebrate the November birthdays [they have them the same day] of my beloved and our second daughter. This, of course, is only half of my family. My son and his brood live in another city. I’ll try to nab a pic of all of us with them on Christmas Eve. My Wednesday’s Words blog url is listed below.

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

Great review for "Stoneface!"

2011-12-12T12:00:00.000-08:00

My novel "Stoneface" received a great review from The Romance Reviews site!

Betrayal, infidelity, jealousy, hot ménage, sanctimonious parents, steadfast best friends, what isn't in this book? Oh right, my favourite erotic genre, BDSM. I can forgive Ms. Dalton leaving out the BDSM because this book drew out various emotions from me – anger, frustration, sorrow, pain, pleasure – the list goes on. Ms. Dalton is an auto-buy.

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Release Day for ALPHA MATE by Winona Wilder!!

2011-12-12T06:04:00.000-08:00

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ALPHA MATE (Northern Shifters, #1)

Nathan is forced to flee to the northern forests to escape the urban development. When he stumbles across wolf shifter territory, the young fox is forced into hiding. The wolves prowling the forest would want nothing better than to exterminate him and his family. His entire life is a struggle, being the lowest regarded race amongst shifters.

Jacob is a proud member of the Marcelle Wolf Pack. Their main goal is to protect and expand their rule over the forests. No mercy. No weakness. When he discovers the sexy blond he fell for at the local bar is actually a fox, his world tilts off its axis. Nathan brings out his protective instincts, and for once he can see a future beyond his duty to the pack.

But Jacob's alpha condemns their mixed race mating, forcing them apart. Will Jacob choose love or loyalty to his pack?

ADULT EXCERPT

Angelic Forecast ~ #171

2011-12-12T00:29:00.000-08:00

About to slip my mouth over the fruit, I stop. "Aphrodisiac?" I ask as the thought arrives front and center in my head.

"Ah, you are reading my mind as it was before between us. This dish is traditional for lovers. Warming, stimulating, and for endurance."

My eyes widen dramatically before I can think. What is my lion man planning on doing to me? "Endurance," I murmur, then part my lips to accept the apple.

Lusciously tart and sweet, the fruit tastes like a blend of apple and strawberry. When the flavors morph into an indescribable deliciousness, I tip my head back a bit savoring.

With bold satisfaction etched on his features, Dhuroth feeds me several more. Until the juice begins to dribble past my lips.

Once I've licked my lips, relishing the last drops, we lean toward each other. A sense of timelessness envelopes me.

There is nothing but my lion man -- the smell of his virile heat -- his strength so near to me, overwhelming yet comforting.

I smolder with excitement, and his body heat is like the sun's radiance on my skin. Our lips hover close, and I wait, burning for his touch, longing for him.

Yet, an instant later apprehensiveness steals inside me. And, strangely, I also feel 'new' inside. My past melts away.

Closer...closer, our mouths come... and I want him to initiate our kiss.

His lips capture mine, a soft possession. Still, I am moved by the sheer power emanating from him... a power that I know is mine because he would protect me with no thought for himself. It's all there in his kiss. His kiss cherishing and taking mine.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The following week is likely to be a strange one in several respects. What is called the 'paranormal' is making itself known to humanity. This will be on a large scale, so much so it will become undeniable to many.

Also, from this point forward, intuition, psychic abilities will increase dramatically, especially for those who welcome these powers. If you feel a sudden imbalance in these abilities, it is wise to consult with someone who is already familiar with this part of the human nature.

During the midweek there will be event(s) on the world stage that could be, at their core, puzzling, even random. However, the truth behind them will be revealed. The knowledge of this truth will coalesce into a widespread protest against the system. This protest will be ignored by the powers-that-be, and by their media henchmen.

Once again, 'space' becomes a major story with the real truth hidden from the public. Many in the know are tired of the spin and the lies. They will begin telling All to anyone who can spread the word.

On a personal level, if your world seems to tilt or become off kilter this week as you prepare for the holidays, the best remedy is to engage in the activities that are most enjoyable to you. Music will also act as a balm, and will help you think clearly.

Right now, there are several undercurrents rising more and more to the surface. As the AWAKENING soars, the rise of the renegade, the rise of the magician, the rise of the feminine, and the rise of the artist, will be in direct conflict with the agenda of the soulless ones. These global elite, as they are sometimes called, will tighten the reins of their tyranny.

This tightening will be enforced by an increased use of the military, and come in the form of severe economic controls. At this time, freedom is in a fight for its very life. In the year, 2012, freedom will stand or fall. It's all up to humanity, and those who are assisting humanity to live free.

Once again, prepare as you are able. Lay in stocks of food and water, plus all the necessities you normally use. The weather will become unpredictable at times, the storms brutal in some areas of the country, and all over the planet. It is only wise to prepare.

With the activity on sun about to ramp up, there could be electronic failures during the next three weeks, and likely beyond. Become adaptable in your ability to communicate with others.

This Christmas season miracles will abound, and there will be more major miracles this week -- both worldwide, and on a personal level. Be on the lookout, and be appreciative for yours. These 'true miracles' will take place amidst the chaos and the unraveling that is escalating across the globe at a mind-bending rate.

Trendwise, a new independence emerges. Any product or service that assists in an independent way of living, especially for growing food, and producing energy, will be a successful venture.

As more of heaven falls to Earth, guided by the hand of the angels, know we are all being transformed in wondrous ways. Know also, now is the time to anchor yourselves to each other in love, and in true community.

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 HOLIDAY SEASON ~

Kisses from Savanna Kougar...

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Siren-BookStrand Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
[World of the Blue Pearl Moon, Book 1]

When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
[Winter Solstice 2012, Book 1]

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
[New Atlantis Trilogy, Book 1]

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
[Chrontropolis, Book 1]

Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

Branded by the Texans ~ IN PRINT ~ A Siren-BookStrand Bestseller!
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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~ My latest 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? ~ Ebook and In Print.

Great review for "Hernando Heat!"

2011-12-10T06:00:00.000-08:00

My novel "Hernando Heat" received a wonderful review from Happily Ever After Reviews!!

"I will be keeping this author in my library and will be on the lookout for any more new releases from her. Just maybe she has changed my mind on how I feel about historical stories..."

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New Cover: "Contractual Obligation"

2011-12-09T18:41:00.000-08:00

Squeeeee!!! :) I loooove sharing a shiny new book cover!! This is the cover for my upcoming novel, "Contractual Obligation," which will be released in early January, 2012.

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases (writing as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe) on my Siren page at:

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Wednesday's Words for December 7, 2011

2011-12-07T06:13:00.000-08:00

For many, the Christmas rush is on. There are trees to be purchased or cut down, decorations to be unpacked or upgraded, and gifts to be bought.

Do you send Christmas cards?

I’m only going to send a few this year. I’m really trying to tow the line on excess, and it’s all because of a few blogs I’ve read recently—well those, and one of my local radio stations.

The station in question began playing Christmas music—all Christmas, all the time—about a month ago.

I was annoyed at first—not because I don’t like Christmas music, I do. Mostly I was annoyed because they keep playing the same songs, or different versions of the same songs, over and over and over again. And the songs they play generally tend to be contemporary “Christmas” songs, not what I would call real Christmas songs at all.

I’m afraid that when it comes to Christmas, I am a purist. I refuse to say “Happy Holidays”, or “Season’s Greetings”. I say, “Merry Christmas”.

To my knowledge, no one I’ve ever said that to has ever been offended by it. I don’t go out of my way to preach to others. I tend to keep my faith more or less private, unless I’m approached by someone who either wants to talk to me because they are curious about my faith; or because they think I need to be lectured as my faith is not the same as theirs.

Which brings me to the blogs. Basically, they were very well written rants (as even my blog can be from time to time). The gist of them was that Christmas has become far too commercialized in this day and age. It’s no longer the holiday it once was and is, instead, nothing more than a tribute to rampant consumerism.

I can’t really argue with the premise. It’s true that everyone has a Christmas sale, even if they aren’t in what one would normally consider a business associated with Christmas, or Christmas gift-giving. Everyone and his Uncle Harry seems to have an ad on the radio, television or, God save us, the Internet.

After just a couple of weeks, no one could blame anyone who was already sick of the holiday, and it’s only the first week of December.

I have great news! It doesn’t have to be that way.

All you have to do is turn the annoying device—whichever annoying device it is—off. What’s more, just because marketing agencies and sales people have made December 25th a celebration of shopping doesn’t mean that you have to as well.

Yes, I know, it’s hard to buck the trend, and hard to listen to your kids beg for more and more and more, and not give in to them. But you know what? Giving them everything they want isn’t necessarily doing them any favors at all.

In the end, it’s up to my husband and I what kind of Christmas we have. It’s our decision how we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.

I asked my daughter recently what her favorite memories of Christmas were. And do you know what? It wasn’t any one toy she recalled, or the year she got two of a particularly wished for pricey item (one from Santa and one from her grandparents.

She says her fondest memories are of “Christmas morning breakfast” – an extravaganza of bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns and pancakes, all served with two kinds of juice—a menu offered only once a year, and, just as rarely all of us sitting down together to eat it; and Christmas dinner, when we’d either go out to family or have family in.

Breaking bread with family and friends—and of course my mother’s steamed Carrot Pudding—that was the tradition of Christmas in the Ashbury household that my children grew up with.

Those traditions haven’t changed, and I guess that’s one definition of ‘home’.
How gratifying it is that those memories that were made are the ones that have endured.

Love,
Morgan

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

Holiday Contest by Rita Sawyer

2011-12-06T22:51:00.000-08:00

The holidays are here. To celebrate I'm doing a little giveaway, well two actually.

Are you spoiling everyone else this season ? Why not spoil yourself.

Enjoy this bounty of bath supplies and a bottle of bubbly.

Or how about a cozy cup of cocoa for two?

In this basket you'll get to have your choice of peppermint cocoa, pumpkin spice latte, vanilla latte, peppermint mocha, cocoa supreme, carmel cocoa, mint cocoa, and french vanilla cocoa in to fun holiday mugs. Oh and the little visitor is going along for the ride.

How do you win? It's easy. Like my fan page on facebook then comment here so I can verify and you'll be entered. The contest will run until December 25th with the winners being drawn, announced and notified on the 26th.

A Christmas Sleeping Beauty - sweet romance and hot chocolate

2011-12-05T05:17:00.000-08:00

I wrote 'A Christmas Sleeping Beauty' as my take on a fairy story and as a piece of historical fantasy - which is where the hot chocolate comes in. (Hot chocolate is my favourite Christmas drink.) Available now and perfect for Christmas!

Handsome, confident, a touch arrogant, Prince Orlando thinks that now he has found Sleeping Beauty, his kiss will wake her at once. When it does not, he realizes he has much to learn about life, and love.

Princess Rosie, trapped in her enchanted sleep, dreams of a mysterious man. Is he a rescuer, or a nightmare? She must fight to recover herself, and all before Christmas, for time is running out.

MuseItUp Publishing, December 2011

Read an excerpt and buy the ebook at $2.50 now at Bookstrand

Angelic Forecast ~ #170

2011-12-04T22:08:00.000-08:00

With a large lion-satisfied smile, Dhuroth nods. “So it is. And it is why dancing between a man and his woman is vital. Dancing together gives renewed vitality to their love for each other.”

I pause in thought, and try to chase down memories of our past life together. Yet, I draw a blank. Still, there is a sense of... “Did we dance a lot together?”

Another smile forms on his lips, a combination of alpha satisfaction and a sadness of the heart I not only witness in his eyes, but feel. "Yes, we danced, my Sh’raka. Often in the wild ways of youth on Earth." He pauses and I know what's coming. "We danced horizontally. A lot."

His rumbled sexy-sounding words cause my breath to quicken. His gaze blazes with desire and he turns to distract himself. Lifting a long oval-shaped dish, he brings it between us.

The aroma of cinnamon and other sweet spices waft around me like a succulent cloud. As he removes the lid, I see what appears to be a pudding with plump round fruits the color of dark cherries.

"A type of small apple," he explains. "This variety is from the time before the first rise of Atlantis. The original seeds were brought from a planet in the Sirius star system."

"Brought by colonists?" I ask, extremely intrigued.

"Yes, colonists who are some of our ancestors. Their skin color was a pale blue, but changed as they adapted to Earth's environment -- as the environment was at that point in time."

Plucking up one of the apples, he presents it to my mouth. "Taste, my adored one."

About to slip my mouth over the fruit, I stop. "Aphrodisiac?" I ask as the thought arrives front and center in my head.

"Ah, you are reading my mind as it was before between us. This dish is traditional for lovers. Warming, stimulating, and for endurance."

My eyes widen dramatically before I can think. What is my lion man planning on doing to me? "Endurance," I murmur, then part my lips to accept the apple.

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week, and during the month of December, the wild ride into the year, 2012, begins. To have an idea of what that means, picture the difference between riding a reluctant pony versus being atop Secretariat, the Triple Crown Champion, as he's racing for the finish line.

This is because 'everything' ramps up. The massive arrival of energies from the galactic center will cause planet-wide turbulence and worldwide turmoil. Or in other terms, this means bigger and badder weather, more land changes, and also societal changes that will burst forth like storm waters over and through a broken dam.

From this point forward the idea of freedom and free humanity will become even larger in concept. Strong action toward this goal begins in many major population areas, and there will be no let up by the groups who embrace this Awakening.

As well, discontent erupts like an angry volcano all over the globe, and rises beyond what is taking place currently. In general, humanity is enraged by the huge amount inequalities they are suffering. This will only be exacerbated as the face of evil becomes like a neon sign in the darkness, all while their past horrific deeds are being constantly revealed.

On the disastrous economic front, the bankster gangsters will be moving monies back and forth like ping pong balls. As their criminal fraud continues to be exposed, they will be pointing fingers at each other in an attempt to become king of the financial pile. That is, once their OverLord banking system is established -- beginning with Europe.

Right now, too-big-to-fail banks as a way doing commerce are being brought down by many forces. First and foremost, by their incomprehensible and psychopathic greed. Second, by certain secret groups devoted to the welfare of human beings. And thirdly, by the demands of the Aquarian Age. This process, of course, will be brutally ugly. Take care.

At this point in time, there are benevolent beings who have taken up humanity's cause against the soulless ones. However, it is up to each and every one of us to take a stand, and keep on standing against those who would steal our lives, our livelihoods, and our very souls.

The best strategies for the upcoming times are simple. As has been encouraged before, form like-minded communities. Learn the ways of trade, barter and creating your community's own currency. Bring forth the talents and abilities that will best serve you and everyone else. And don't forget large doses of love and caring for All who are truly deserving.

Remember, as the world changes around you, how fast you adapt, along with those you love, will be the key to bringing forth a good life. Learning to live on the land, and with the land, is also a key. And, as has been talked about before, the ability to communicate with animals will increase, and be helpful.

Trendwise, beyond the seasonal holiday festivities, it's all about getting off the grid. Any service, advice, product offered that will assist folks in accomplishing more self-reliant living will become all the rage, especially once the year, 2012, begins.

This is a week of miracles, gifts from the angels to let all of us know they are present. Smile, and say thank you, when one comes your way.

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 HOLIDAY SEASON ~

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 latest 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? ~ Ebook and In Print.

Just Contracted The Morning After

2011-12-03T10:28:00.000-08:00

Hello,
I have great news to share. My latest erotic novel, The Morning After was just contracted by
Siren Publishing.

Christine decided to seduce Ken only to find his intensity and tenderness beyond her comprehension. In Las Vegas with friends they marry. Will their first days of lust turn to true love?

We have a scheduled release for Feb. 2012. I'll be back with more information.
I hope everyone has a great weekend, Lillith Payne

Damn wolves, anyway.

2011-12-01T01:00:00.000-08:00

I looked up from my laptop as the handsome man with jet-black hair and piercing green eyes sat down across from me in the booth.

Crap. Brodey Lyall.

He didn’t speak. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of him on the table and sat there, staring at me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “What?”

“You know what, Tymber.”

“I’m working on it,” I grumbled at him.

He sat back with that wolf-like snort. “Uh-huh.” With one finger, he pushed the lid of my laptop closed. “We’ve been patient. More than patient with you. It’s all I can do to keep those two dragons from coming after you and locking you in a room without internet. And don’t even get me started on how pissy Elain is being right now. Everyone wants to know what’s in the damn letter.”

“You know, you have a lot of nerve tracking me down like this,” I shot back. “I have a life, responsibilities, other characters wanting their stories out there. By all rights, Matthias Hawthorne and his group should have first dibs on their next sequel. And Tyler, Nevvie, and Thomas. And—”

He cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah, wait your turn. I’ve heard that line before.” He glared at me. “So when are we getting our turn?”

“I’m working on the bridge book now. If people don’t know how the hell the Alexandr brothers and Lina and all of them ended up a part of your timeline, nothing in book four will make sense. Especially Elain’s letter. You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

He rolled his eyes at me. It was his turn to grumble. “Yeah, I know.”

“And if those damn dragon boys hadn’t checked out on me for a while and gone on walkabout, I would have had the bridge book done by now.”

Brodey looked a little more contrite. His gaze dropped to his hands, where he started picking at one of his cuticles. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

“So you go back there and tell those damn dragons that I am working on the bridge book, now that they decided to check back in and cooperate. You tell Ain and Cail and Elain that once I finish the bridge book, then I can finally get the finishing touches put on book four.” I felt indignation trying to get a foothold on me. How dare this damn wolf show up out of the blue like this!

I jabbed a finger at him. “And if you want to come interrupt me while I’m working, dammit, make an appointment next time or just send me a damn email! You just cost me a couple thousand words this hour in lost productivity because you showed up here with your wolf ‘tude. I'm going to make sure my readers know you're costing me working time.”

He glared at me, but remained silent. He knew I’d just schooled him.

Damn impatient wolves, anyway.

“Yeah, well, fine. I’m sorry. But we all want to know what happens next.”

I opened my laptop. “Well, Brodey, if you’ll let me get back to work, you’ll find out sooner, won’t you?”

With a last pouty sigh, he climbed out of the booth and left. The waitress took that opportunity to refill my coffee, then left me alone.

Damn pushy wolves.

--

I know, I know, I couldn't resist. Brodey is so damned cute. I am working on the bridge book. I know I've been saying that for a while, but it's because this book is a pretty detailed book, and I don't want to make a mistake in the worldbuilding or timelines. As of right now, there will be a books four, five, and six in the Triple Trouble series. But since the pushy Alexndr brothers decided they were now going to be a part of the Lyall timeline, it complicated my job. LOL

So I did want to put out a note that I am working on the next book/s in the series. I swear I am. LOL There's also a little bit of performance anxiety on my part, because I know how well-loved the Lyall brothers are, and I don't want to disappoint y'all. (Getting lynched isn't on my to-do list... LOL)

If you haven't read them yet, you can read "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3) and "Steam," both Alexandr brothers books and prequels in the Triple Trouble series. They're available on my Siren author page at: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton And if you haven't read my books writing as Lesli Richardson, Tessa Monroe, and Macy Largo, they're also linked there.

Thanks!
Tymber.
www.tymberdalton.com

The Romance Studio reviews Tango Trio!

2011-11-30T16:25:00.001-08:00

Yesterday I received an email that Clare at The Romance Studio had posted a review of Tango Trio. She gave it 4 1/2 hearts and since it was my birthday, I couldn't have asked for a better gift! Thanks so much Clare! Here's what she had to say:

When Tessa begins having dreams about her best friend Parker and a mysterious stranger, she welcomes the erotic adventure. Soon she finds out she's part of a bonded trio, a group of predestined soul mates. Once she and Parker meet Jared, a soldier-turned-dance instructor, in the flesh, their bond takes on psychic proportions. Their bond gives them the ability to communicate telepathically, but it also sets them up as targets for people who want to use their blood as a street drug called ‘Path. Soon, they find themselves the target of merciless drug dealers, the leader of which is no stranger to Tessa.
Tango Trio is a rollercoaster of action. From the first mouthwatering dream sequence to the last scene that'll leave the reader with something to dream about, it's one hot, exciting story. Ms. Leaf doesn't fool around with a slow build. She dives right in and leaves you breathless. Parker leaps from the page, a dynamic stud in tight jeans, and his chemistry with Tessa fairly burns. When Jared's character is added, watch out.
Once the trio is formed, the real action of the story begins. The bonding makes for an incredibly close and sexually-charged relationship, but it also paints a bright red bull's-eye on them. Their blood forms a powerful, addictive drug that fetches top dollar on the open market. Even clandestine government groups are taking notice. While Tango Trio can be read alone, it's the second in Ms. Leaf's Dream Marked series, and I highly recommend reading the first to understand and appreciate the background of the bad guys.
Ms. Leaf is a wonderfully talented writer with a fun, easy style. Overall, Tango Trio is an action-packed must-read that's so full of paranormal twists and turns you'll never see what's coming next. I can't wait for the next installment!
Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Clare
November 25, 2011

Wednesday's Words for November 30, 2011

2011-11-30T05:05:00.000-08:00

Like most people, I get spam e-mail nearly every day, and that really isn’t a problem, because, of course, ‘delete’ is an option I exercise on a regular basis. But lately there have been some e-mails that have just made me shake my head in wonder – and not the good kind of wonder, either.

In the subject line, these e-mails read: “Secretly watch your kids, your spouse, your boyfriend or girlfriend...”

Seriously? Is this what our society has devolved into? Are we all a bunch of frightened, paranoid, voyeurs, spying on our loved ones?

Those spam mails are designed to sell a product, and it occurs to me they must work some of the time as they keep coming. I doubt even the most optimistic entrepreneur would continue to incur the expense and trouble of creating and sending them if they didn’t.

Because I’m curious, I checked out the link to a web site that was contained in one of these missives.

Now, here I’ll digress for just a moment. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a secret agent. My favorite program on TV was “Man From U.N.C.L.E.” (yes, I still remember it stands for United Network Command for Law Enforcement.) For Christmas when I turned 11 my big brother got me the Multi-Pistol 09, which had a bazooka that took caps, and a derringer that fit in the handle, to name the two features I remember off the top of my head. I googled it, by the way, and there’s actually a you-tube video on that gun!

I mention this bit of trivia that in all likelihood you couldn’t care less about because, when I went to the web site promoted by this spam mail, I felt the ghost of that old career ambition tremble with excitement.

Did you know you can get a car key chain with a built in hidden video recorder/camera? Or, shades of Dick Tracy, a waterproof DVR spy camera watch?
I had no idea that lack of trust in our modern society had spawned such an in-depth technological industry!

This web site offered video baby monitors, and I think that’s a wonderful idea. I can also understand having the odd hidden camera if you have outside contractors coming into your house to do work.

Not sure I go for the rest of the concept, which basically is (in my words) violate the trust of your loved ones by spying on them to see what they’re doing when you’re not there.

Would you do it, if you could? Would you spy on your spouse, or family members, to see what they were up to?

I understand the temptation to peek in on your kids—not just the babies but the older ones; perhaps of all the personal relationships mentioned, this is the one that’s different, simply because it does involve our children.

I can understand those parents who may search through their kids’ drawers, motivated by fear: they’re afraid their kids are using drugs or are sexually active, or may even be concerned their children are stealing.

We’ve all seen horrific cases in the past couple of decades of kids who’ve become violent, and committed crimes. When the police searched, it was to discover these kids had weapons in their rooms, and we all wondered, “Where were the parents?”

You want to trust your children, but they are children, not yet in full possession
of the ability to make good decisions. Too, as the parent you’re responsible for them. If your minor child, for example, commits a crime that demands reparations be paid, you the parent can be held financially responsible for those reparations.
So I get that, in a way. Do I think that kids have a right to privacy? Yes, but not the full slate of privacy that adults enjoy.

But I don’t understand why anyone would want to spy on someone they’ve supposedly got a relationship with—a wife, a husband, or a lover.

Because trust is definitely a two way street, and when you spy on your loved one, then you’ve already broken that trust.

And in my book? You’ve broken it beyond all repair.

Love,
Morgan

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

Oh look! A new free read from Erin M. Leaf!

2011-11-28T15:45:00.000-08:00

Not So Theoretical (m/m)

Yup, that’s right. I just posted a new erotic story for your reading pleasure at my website (erinmleaf.com): Not So Theoretical. This one is m/m. That means guy-on-guy action, by the way. Enjoy!

New Release: Hogtying the Cowgirl by Stacey Espino

2011-11-28T06:43:00.000-08:00

BUY HERE

This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 5th.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, light BDSM, spanking, sex toys]

Angel Garner is a young, spoiled cowgirl used to getting her own way. When Clay Roberts wins the stallion she covets at an auction, she's determined to make him sell the horse back. The only problem is the cowboy has no plans of humoring her.

Landon Wilder has had a crush on his friend's sister since before he can remember. He tries to help her get back her horse, but soon learns a trick or two from the man she claims to hate. Their sexual games soon inspire real emotion, complicating their ménage a trois. For them to have a lasting future together, it'll take two determined cowboys to properly break the stubborn, blonde filly.

Ride 'em Hard series

Hardcore Cowboys, #1
Corralling the City Girl, #2
Hogtying the Cowgirl, #3

Coming Soon:

Her Cowboy Triple Team, #4
Midlife Menage, #5

Angelic Forecast ~ #169

2011-11-28T00:22:00.000-08:00

“There is a time travel project being developed to recover ancient seeds we no longer possess.”

“Planning to raid the...” I stop as his eyes gleam with the answer I seek. “You have already raided the global seed vault in Norway... haven’t you?”

He gives me a smug smile of great satisfaction. “We have. And many other seed vaults most of the people on Earth know nothing about.”

It takes me a moment, then I snark, “Yeah, like that’s a big fat surprise. Given they’re psychopaths, I hardly expect anything else from the global elite.”

“True. There are also a few alien groups who are collecting such seeds. One for the benefit for humanity. The others to save the bounty of Earth, and to benefit their homeworlds.”

On a musing whim, I say, “Seed, the coin of the intergalactic realm.” Besides, it seems so plausible...in a way.

“Seed is one coin of galactic trade, as you say. Especially for those peoples who value natural foods instead of nutrition composed of chemicals.”

“Chemical nutrition never works, does it?”

With a flourish Dhuroth presents what looks like a plump cherry tomato. I lean forward accepting it from his fingertips with my lips. Flavors of tomato and a sweeter fruit like peach fill my mouth, and I savor chewing slowly.

“No. Not for any length of time. As an emergency measure it is good. However, vitality can only be gained in relationship to the land, and when the food is grown on that land. This is especially true for successive generations, and for those of us who enjoy a long life.”

Dhuroth pops one of the fruits into his mouth and relishes. And I relish observing my lion man.

“It’s a matter of subtle energies, right?” I ask, then pluck up one of the fruits, and savor once again.

“Yes, the divine lives with far more potence in the natural world rather than inside a test tube or mixing vat.”

My philosophical side takes over. So, I say, “It’s a dance of energies. Life lives in the dance of energies. The constant dance. If we were dancing... there would be an exchange of -- of passionate energies.”

With a large lion-satisfied smile, Dhuroth nods. “So it is. And it is why dancing between a man and his woman is vital. Dancing together gives renewed vitality to their love for each other.”

I pause in thought, and try to chase down memories of our past life together. Yet, I draw a blank. Still, there is a sense of... “Did we dance a lot together?”

TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~

ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week, the theme is ‘home is where the heart is’. Now is the perfect time to explore what ‘home’ really means to you. This is also an ideal time to search for another home if there is a nudge from your Inner Guidance.
During the next three months, many people will be ‘moving’ to a different location that calls to their soul. Also, many people will be leaving their current relationships to form new relationships and new families. As well, some will return to the fold, as in returning to their families of origin.

This is due in part by the need to hunker down in this great time of turmoil. Metaphorically, the gloves are off now. And this has become a bare-knuckle world -- the good, the bad, the beautiful, the ugly. The more you are with others you trust, and who trust you, the better life will be for All.

Another major transitional shift will begin this week. This can be seen in the turbulent events that take place around the worldwide financial debacle. As the face of evil is further revealed, a mighty backlash against the ‘soulless ones’ will sweep across the globe like a raging tsunami.

There is likely to be a dramatic increase in earthquake activity for the next six months, and volcanic activity will follow. There are few safe areas because Mother Earth is changing her landscape. Also, super duper weapons are being used in weather and tectonic warfare in a battle to dominate the world.

Look for ‘more’ shocking events to unfold midweek. As well, from this point forward every excuse will be used to bring in a draconian and militaristic control over the people.

On the personal economic front, be aware the game has changed, and will continue to change at a rapid rate. The more you can remove you and your family from the system, the better off you will be in the long scheme of things. Banks will continue to fail, and some of them cannot be relied upon. Use your money wisely at this time, and plan for the future in a realistic manner.

Trendwise, seek out ways to celebrate the holiday season that are truly meaningful to you, and those you love. What has been is crashing down and coming to a quick end. For those of you not currently living in a rural community, now is the time to look at returning to a simpler and more sustainable way of living.

This week is all about taking advantage of good opportunities that come your way, especially if they include family and friends. This is also a magic time to find the right love partner.

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 HOLIDAY SEASON ~

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 latest 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? ~ Ebook and In Print.

Character sketches

2011-11-26T14:19:00.000-08:00

Who are you?

That's the first question I ask when I sit down at my computer. I can't write a story if I don't know who my characters are: their history and motivations, what they look like, how they feel about themselves. I need character sketches before I can even begin to think about plot. I like to spend some time playing with my characters in my head: what happens to the heroine if I do this? Or that? How does hero #1 meet her? Does hero #1 know hero #2? Et cetera. I create scenes and populate them with my heroes and their lady. I try to put myself in their shoes (or leather jackets or pelts). It's a lot easier for me to figure out how the characters are going to react to conflict if I know who they are.

Recently I discovered Shelfari as I poked around Amazon, trying to figure out how other authors got those cool extras on their book pages. Since I already have character sketches typed out, I thought it might be fun to post them online. The sketches for Tango Trio's three main characters are up at Amazon and Shelfari, if you're curious.

The character sketches for Appassionato and The First Time is the Sweetest are also up. Check out Shelfari if you'd like to see them!

Nic's Black Friday Give Back

2011-11-25T09:34:00.000-08:00

There are so many sales and deals this weekend, I will keep this short and sweet.
Order ANY of my books directly from this link: BOOKSTRAND - Nicole Morgan and I will donate 100% of my royalties to the Navy SEAL Legacy Foundation.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their family and friends. Please have a safe weekend and be THANKFUL for all you have in life! ~ Nic :)

*This promotion is good until Sunday, November 27th - 10:00a.m. MST

Save a tree (and your sanity!) - read an e-book!

2011-11-25T07:45:00.000-08:00

Black Friday shopping. Holiday shopping in general. Insanity.

I personally think all three terms should be linked hand-in-hand. This year, instead of going nuts, go digital! Save a tree - read an e-book. E-book readers are now widely available for under $100, and make the perfect gift for family and kids. And now with so many people carrying iPhones, Androids, and other smart phones, and with iPads and other tablets, you don't even need an e-reader. You can read on the go, anywhere, with mobile apps from Kindle, nook, and others.

Give the gift of reading. Most larger publishers have gift certificates available that you can gift to the reader in your life. (Or when family asks you what you want, give them the urls to your favorite online book retailers!)

For those few people who still balk at e-readers, remember it's the words, not the medium, that makes a "book." E-readers have benefits such as flexible font, so if you have older eyes like me, you don't have to squint to read. You can carry waaaay more e-books on a small, lightweight device than you can dead-tree books. And e-books are ecologically more sound, saving precious natural resources from unnecessary destruction.

Best of all, you can shop in your PJs and never leave the house, not have to fight crazy shoppers, not have to loose sleep. You can stay home, eat your leftovers, snug and happy and best of all, finish your holiday shopping in minutes instead of weeks.

So save a tree - read an e-book!

(Tymber Dalton is an award-winning, bestselling author. You can find her Siren-BookStrand releases here: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton)

Wednesday's Words for November 23, 2011

2011-11-23T07:31:00.000-08:00

Someone once told me that the secret to achieving real, long lasting happiness was to live life with an attitude of gratitude.

Those were very wise words, and quite possibly the best advice I’ve ever received.

The truth is that every single one of us—no matter who we are, where we’re from, and no matter what life is throwing at us at any given moment—we all have things to be grateful for.

I know it can be hard to focus on the positives in our lives. I’ve had my share of hard times and tragedy. I’ve met grief and despair, desolation and want. But everyone has hard times and tragedies, because that really is the nature of life.

Bad things happen to everybody from time to time. But those bad things don’t come to stay, they come to pass. The difference between living with contentment and wallowing in discontent really is just attitude.

Sometimes, people feel powerless. There are things that happen to us, or that occur in our world that are completely outside of our control. Be we each of us have an amazing power within our grasp. We really do have the power to make lemonade out of lemons, to get up off the ground after we’ve been kicked down, and to smile in the face of failure.

We all have that power, and to exercise that power, all we have to do is choose to do so.

My American friends are about to celebrate their Thanksgiving, and that is a holiday that, as far I know, is only celebrated here in North America. We had ours in Canada last month, and our traditions are similar to yours, and stem from the same root.

We do have a lot to be thankful for here, in our two countries. Is life perfect? Heck, no. But seriously, neither are we.

I have a great life! I get to get up every morning and spend my time doing what I love most in the world to do. I get to create characters, and stories that many of you read, and some have even written to say you love. And, I get paid for it! How wonderful is that?

Because of this life and this career I have met a ton of amazing people, and I have the most awesome bffs in the world. Ladies, you know who you are. I love you with all my heart.

I am blessed, and highly favoured.

Someone I know said to me, not that long ago, that I was lucky to have my writing. And to a certain extent, that’s true. But nobody handed my career to me. Certainly, what talent I have is a gift from God. But making the talent grow and getting published, while luck did play a role, is primarily the outcome of a decision I made.

I chose to be an author, to do the work and to work hard. I came out of the hospital after a triple by-pass, barely able to move, with no job, and fewer prospects. I didn’t have a really good recovery. It took me nearly three years to get to where I was almost 100 per cent. I’m sure that no one would have blamed me if I’d thrown up my hands and said, “ok, life, you win. I quit.”

Well, no one but me...and the Lord.

I give thanks every single day for the blessings I’ve been given. And yes, by the way, that is the secret to achieving real, long lasting happiness.

May your Thanksgiving be full and rich, and may you be blessed to share it with the ones you love.

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

Being detained at Her Majesty's pleasure does that to a person...

2011-11-22T07:32:00.000-08:00

Since I'm a Brit I suppose it's only natural that I set my stories in England. With Silver Lining, released today by SirenBookStrand, in the spirit of international relations I've included a hunky American Investigative journalist in the lead role!

Lauren Miller, jailed for embezzlement, survives her sentence by plotting revenge against the man who put her there. Once released, she’s content to bide her time—until a contact is murdered and she becomes the prime suspect.

Nate Black, an American journalist, offers to help Lauren clear her name by trapping the mastermind behind her crimes in a daring sting operation. Thrown together, Lauren and Nate are drawn toward one another and make passionate love. But still, a vital question remains unanswered, driving a wedge between them.

What happened to the money she stole…

Here’s how Lauren reacts to her first sight of Nate.

As she approached the shack, she saw a strange man sitting on her doorstep, reading a book like he had every right in the world to be there. She slowed her pace, her heart hammering in her ears, and did a quick mental revision of the rules. Which one had she infringed this time? Being incarcerated at Her Majesty’s pleasure did that to a person.

Then the anger kicked in. She was free to do as she bloody well pleased, and having strangers foisted upon her did not please her one little bit.

“Who the hell are you,” she demanded belligerently, “and what are you doing on my property?”

The man stood up. He was tall, probably over six foot and well put together with thick brown hair falling across his face, a half-day’s growth of stubble on his chin and intelligent grey eyes. The sort of man a woman would look at twice. Well, any woman except Lauren, perhaps.

“Hi there,” he said, speaking in a soft American drawl. “You must be Lauren.”

Lauren froze. How had an American fetched up in her isolated spot in the forest, and more to the point, how did he know who she was?

“Not that it’s any of your business, but my name’s Louise,” she said shortly, playing for time whilst she tried to decide what to do.

“Hi, I’m Nate Black.” He took a step toward her and held out his hand, but she ignored it.

“Don’t come any closer.” She could hear the panic in her own voice. He obviously could, too, because he backed off, palms spread outward in a non-hostile gesture. “Right now, just get out of here before I set my dog on you.” Kermit obligingly growled but didn’t move from Lauren’s side.

“Hey, I don’t wanna bother you. I just hoped that we could have a chat. I tried to come and see you inside, but you wouldn’t send me a V.O.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Lauren could see that she wasn’t fooling him. This guy knew who she was, and she instinctively trusted him. But then she’d instinctively trusted a man before, and look where that had landed her. When it came to men, her instincts weren’t worth diddly-squat. She needed to shut herself away in the shack until this particular one got fed up with being blanked and legged it. Unfortunately, it didn’t look as though it was going to happen any time soon since he was still blocking her path to the door. “Just leave me alone, okay,” she said, trying to sidestep him.

“Look, I’m an investigative journalist, writing a book about miscarriages of justice, and I’d like to talk to you about what happened to you.”

It was pointless continuing to deny her identity, but that didn’t mean she had to talk to him. “There was no miscarriage of justice in my case. I was guilty. I’ve served my time,” she said, thinking that sounded like a line from a bad movie and, against all the odds, feeling a wild giggle building inside her. “I just want to be left alone.”

“I think there was more to it than that.” He smiled at her, and for the first time, Lauren actually considered talking to him. There was just something about him. Something in his expression that made her think he might understand what she’d been through. But no! She had nothing to say to him and made a fresh attempt to reach her door. Once again he blocked her path. “Part of my book will concentrate on women who commit crimes that are out of character, and the forces in their lives that compelled them to do it.”

Lauren stared at him. “Got your insurance up to date, have you?”

He blinked. “Sorry, I’m not with you.”

“Unsubstantiated written allegations are known as libel in the legal world, in case you didn’t know it, and people tend to get sued for that sort of thing.”

“They told me you were smart.”

“Don’t patronise me.”

“Hey, that’s not what I’m doing.” He smiled in an infuriatingly lazy manner that she found strangely disquieting. “And I don’t intend to publish anything that’s libellous. The book’s been commissioned by one of the big American publishing houses, and their legal team will make sure I don’t get carried away and cross that particular line. But, about your situation, you can’t substantiate your allegations about Williams on your own, but perhaps together we could—”

“How did you know I made any allegations about him?” she asked, her suspicions on high alert. “It was never made public.”

“I’m an investigative journalist,” he said, flashing a set of perfect white teeth, his air of total confidence almost, but not quite, compelling, “and I have sources you can only dream about.”

“This might upset your delicate male ego, but I really don’t give a damn.”

“You can’t fight powerful institutions on your own, Lauren,” he said. “But with the might of the press behind you, anything’s possible.”

“Just go away,” she said wearily, aware that she’d already said more than she’d intended to.

“Come on, Lauren, what have you got to lose by just chatting to me? I promise I won’t use anything you say without your prior knowledge and consent.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “And when a man gives me his word, that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“He really hurt you, didn’t he?”

The compassion in Nate’s eyes almost floored her. She could cope with just about anything life threw at her, expect sympathy.

“Just leave me alone.”

“If it’s any consolation, I know what you’re going through. My mom was thrown in jail back in the States for something she didn’t do. That’s why I gave up my column on the Sunday Inquirer to go and help her out.”

Lauren nodded without realizing she was doing so. She thought he looked vaguely familiar, and now she understood why. He’d written a popular column in the Inquirer for some years, doing exposés on the rich and famous, his picture accompanying his byline. “Did you get her off?” she asked, regretting showing any interest as soon as the words left her mouth.

“Yeah, eventually. The police thought she was an easy target so didn’t bother to look any further.” He paused to cock one eyebrow. “Sound familiar, does it?”

“Just go away and don’t come back. I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

Take a look at my website at http://www.wendysoliman.com where you can read the entire first chapter of Silver Lining.

Silver Lining by Wendy Soliman Available now from SirenBookStrand discounted until November 29^th to $4.49

Wendy

Free read is now here!

2011-11-21T17:13:00.000-08:00

Take a look at my free read, Blood and Sex. It is a small story from my ongoing free read from my site that has been tweaked to include some scorching hot vampire sex.Just click on the cover to enjoy.

Izabella has been waiting for Damian to take her into his world—his vampiric world—for too long. As she descends the stairs and emerges into an erotic underground club, it seems she may finally be about to get what she has been craving...

Angelic Forecast ~ #168

2011-11-21T00:14:00.000-08:00

Holding the dish close to me, he removes the lid, and I smell a buttery and pungent smell I recognize. “Martian?” I ask, curious.

“Originally they were bred on Earth. Once Mars was colonized we made many trips back to Earth gathering up as many of the sea creatures as we could find. We had developed a sea to propagate such life. Most of our efforts were successful. Now sea life flourishes here.”

Dhuroth chooses a scallop then dangles it close to my lips. Before he lets me take it from his fingertips, he teases me, a subtle but playful passion.

“Mmmm-mmm.” The scallop, the flavors fill my mouth, and my lion man looks pleased.

After several more of the plump buttery morsels, he leisurely reaches for another dish, and I notice the dogs along with Moon Dream are ensconced on large pillows, their gazes bright with hope for their share.

“This can be compared to a curried rice, my lovely Sh’raka. Spices are used heavily here. For taste and to improve health.”

“Grown on Mars? Is there a ‘silk road’ type of trade?” I slip my mouth around the spoon Dhuroth holds out to me, then watch him heartily eat a large spoonful. The flavor of curry and other potent spices explode inside my mouth. “Wow!” I utter once I’m able to say anything.

“Our spice trees and plants are grown all over Mars except for the southern pole area. Also, we trade with several other planets in our solar system. As well, there is an intergalactic trade cruiser from a nearby solar system we purchase from once a year. We do trade by portal. However, flavors and quality can be affected.”

My lion man feeds me another bite, and takes several himself, obviously hungry. “Want to know a secret?” he asks teasingly, then grins as if he rules the world.

I nod before taking another bite of the rich delicious food. My appetite is far greater than I would have believed. Maybe it’s being on Mars...?

“There is a time travel project being developed to recover ancient seeds we no longer possess.”

“Planning to raid the...” I stop as his eyes gleam with the answer I seek. “You have already raided the global seed vault in Norway... haven’t you?”

He gives me a smug smile of great satisfaction. “We have. And many other seed vaults most of the people on Earth know nothing about.”

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

For the following week chaos and rage will own the streets, and the entire world will appear to be falling apart. Simultaneously, a new spiritual nature emerges, and will be most recognizable at the grassroots level. This is because all those of good conscience are coming together to help each other, and work toward a greater Good for everyone.

This week, the fraud that has taken over the system will be your greatest enemy. Take heed to follow your own Inner Guidance. This is more crucial than ever when protecting yourself and those you love.

At this time, be aware that the rate of social change is accelerating. And like a herd of stampeding elephants anything in the way will be trampled. You have three choices: Fight it and be trampled. Step out of the way, and learn what it takes to survive and thrive. Or, three, leap astride an elephant and enjoy the wild ride.

Even though, the major events that take place during this Thanksgiving week will not be tame, the rise of the renegade spirit continues. Surprising new expressions of this rebellious spirit will occur, and grow throughout the year, 2012.

With the economic war between the global elite escalating this week, watch out for the ‘metaphorical’ dead bodies falling like Autumn leaves. For one thing, the world’s supply of available gold is nearly gone. That is, what has been sold on paper does not exist.

Once again, there will be odd happenings in the space program, and in space itself. Nothing will be told to the public except for misrepresentations and outright lies. However, as has been said before, the truth is out there. And will be leaked.

The most important thing about this week for all of us, is that old standby, LOVE. Whatever loving act you can do for someone who is ‘truly’ deserving... this will mean a better world for all of us, because the goodness will ripple outward forever.

Trendwise, this week of Thanksgiving encourages our gratitude. Search your heart to discover what you are most grateful for. This may ‘not’ be what is considered the ‘right thing’, or the popular things to be grateful for. However, what ultimately matters is that you find out what resonates as real and sincere gratitude.

This week when someone shows you kindness, let them know you are grateful. It’s all about spreading the universal love.

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.

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New G-Spot!

2011-11-20T00:24:00.000-08:00

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: Sure as Shooting by Karen Mercury

· This Issue’s Spotlight Author: Multi-Published, Historical Romance author, Karen Mercury!

· This Issue's Newsletter Contest—SUBSCRIBERS ONLY!

And more!

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Enjoy!