It’s kind of hard to believe, really. It seems like just yesterday that he came up to me at a high school dance and, well, hit on me. Oh, what a tough little guy he was back then. Hair greased just enough, eyes narrowed as if the world was trash, and wearing denim jeans, cowboy boots, and the ubiquitous denim jacket with the collar turned up. He had a chip on his shoulder anyone could see, and presented a kind of a ‘rebel without a clue’ sort of image.
We dated for a short time—as eleventh graders do—and then he decided I wasn’t cool enough, and he was gone.
Only to knock on my door on July 28th 1971—more than a year later.
I didn’t recognize him at first. His hair was missing the grease and his shoulder, that giant chip. And he wore glasses—turned out that before, his eyes hadn’t been narrowed in disdain so much as they were squinted as he tried to see without his specs. This young man bore little resemblance to the one I’d met before.
He asked if he could take me out for a cup of coffee, and a drive in his new (for him) car.
A year later, we were married and the rest is history.
He was 17 when we first met and it’s really hard for me to grasp that since then, 43 years have gone by.
Those years haven’t always been kind to either of us. We’ve had our ups and downs, both internally and externally.
My beloved is a recovering alcoholic, and as of today has been sober for nearly 29 and a half years. He wasn’t a pretty drunk, and his decision to get sober was only one of many courageous decisions he has made in his life.
He has always worked, even when there was no job to be had. Not so long after we got married, he worked for a moving company where he was paid for 40 hours a week but expected to work over 60. He did it because he had a wife, and then a baby to support. He took an extra job one winter, riding shotgun for a “friend” who had a pickup truck with a snow plow blade attached. The man paid him a few dollars an hour and expected him to chip in for repairs to the truck, too.
He took extra jobs where he could, and when there were no jobs at all, he cut fire wood and sold it; shoveled driveways with one small shovel—in short he always worked his ass off, because that was, in his mind, what a man did.
When I had my heart attack and subsequent emergency by-pass surgery he told me in no uncertain terms that I was retired.
When I wondered what I should do with my time, he told me to do the one thing I’d always dreamed of doing—becoming an author.
He’s supported me every step of the way in this career of mine, and has always been my biggest fan, handing out bookmarks not just to coworkers and people he knows, but to perfect strangers, here at home and at any conference we happen to be attending.
He has read every single one of my books—and loved them.
We are, none of us, perfect. Neither is this world we live in.
But in this imperfect world, by any measure you care to name, my husband can be counted as a good man—and that, in my opinion, is a hell of a thing to be able to say about a body.
Happy birthday, beloved.
Love,
Morgan
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Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Wednesday's Words for November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Interview with a Vampire - Paris Bites
Interview with a Vampire
Copyright 2012 Missy Lyons
Copyright 2012 Missy Lyons
Two days after the death of Officer Perot, I was assigned his caseload and buried deep in that thick stack of paperwork was the robbery of the century. Officer Perot was a friend and while I was still grieving his loss my muddled brain was having trouble wrapping my mind around the fact there were no clues, no suspects, and no evidence of the robbery ever happening. The video tapes revealed nothing and there were no fingerprints, and I was left with nothing to go on but instinct and a pile of handwritten notes.
Since a well crafted forgery was left in place of the real necklace I reasoned the criminals were familiar with the original necklace. I had my own list of suspects which was longer than Officer Perot’s scribbled notepad and included the museum employees who had come into contact with the jewelry or were involved in the security of the museum.
I had a hard time believing a complete stranger to the museum would break in and be able to deactivate every security measure they had to steal the blood diamond. It was so completely unlikely I nearly disregarded the idea altogether. This case was going to be difficult to solve if not impossible with so few clues or leads.
The fact remained however that the blood diamond necklace was missing from the Louvre museum and since the item stolen was only on loan, the Corrigan Family was lighting a fire under my ass to find it with mafia like tactics and threats that didn’t go unheeded.
Just the memory of the pasty looking man confronting me in my office yesterday was unnerving. Mr. Corrigan kept covered up with a ball cap hiding his bald head and a heavy jacket on even in the summer months but his eyes were those of a hunter. Predatory and unafraid to hurt anyone who got into his way. At our first meeting I didn’t like him and he made it clear he didn’t like me, but now that Officer Perot was dead I had to be trusted enough to finish the job.
Part of me wondered if he were involved in my friend’s disappearance. The eerie thought that John’s death wasn’t an accident as first reported was enough to leave me hot and uncomfortable.
I loosened the top button from my tight-fitting button down shirt relieving myself enough to breathe and drank deeply of the coffee from my black chipped cup. I looked up to seeing Karen staring at me with a humorous smiled lingering on her lips. I was grumpy and didn’t like being caught in my daydream. “Is my appointment here?”
The intern response was curt but to the point, “Christopher is in the interrogation room now waiting for you.”
I didn’t think this lead would go anywhere, but Officer Perot had already set up the interview for me and if I could gather any information I would be better off than I was now. I grabbed the case file and my full cup of coffee in the other hand and got up to do my interview. It was a private room with only a few chairs, a table and a video monitor.
My intern, Karen was positively giddy when she jumped to open the door for me. Her hand paused on the knob and her cheeks lit up in a bright shade of crimson. “Wait until you get a load of him. He is positively hunky. Total eye candy.”
“You forgot to mention he was a gazillionaire too. Is that what you were smiling about?” I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes for her benefit, not mine. She was young and inexperienced but despite my single status I wasn’t looking for a date. “I’m here to get to the bottom of this case, not look at eye candy. Now if you excuse me I need you to get out of my way.”
She grinned and giggled like a school girl before she opened the door for me Her bright blue eyes were filled with romance and it was likely her head was filled with hopeless daydreams about stealing the heart of the stud inside. “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”
I didn’t answer her, and I really didn’t feel like I needed to. I stepped inside clutching the file to my breasts when I saw him for the first time. I stopped abruptly taking in his bulky frame and very masculine body. He had a square jaw and silky dark hair that framed his olive skinned face. Christopher was dressed in a dark suite, and a grey striped tied that centered between his broad shoulders. The edges of his mouth perked up into a light smile when his sky blue eyes set up on me for the first time, crushing my heart in his grip.
This was a man of power. People and money circled around him because of his gravitational pull. Women could orgasm off the sight of his smile. I shouldn’t be surprised he had this strange effect on me just because he looked at me but I was. It wasn’t often I was in the presence of a man of money and affluence, but I could see why women would want to please him and men would want to be him.
I paused and gathered myself together. It wouldn’t do to fall apart when I was supposed to be the one in control. I heard the door close behind me, locking me in with this very hot man. I was completely alone with him. I jumped slightly and he appeared to be pleased by my reaction.
I really couldn’t allow him to affect me like this. I cleared my throat and purposefully sat down at the table in the only other chair mere inches from him.
Christopher placed his long calloused fingers on the table in front of him. “What a pleasure, Mrs….?
I set down my coffee and my file on the table and scooted my chair forward under the table. “Please I don’t wish to be formal here. You may call me, Antoinette.”
“It’s an unusual name,” he remarked.
“It was a gift from my father. He was a history major, and I sometimes think he wished we weren’t born in this century, but this interview wasn’t supposed to be about me. Thank you for coming today. Officer Perot regrettably couldn’t make it.”
“Oh?” His facial features were glacial and his countenance was stoic.
“Yes, unfortunately he died.” A lump rose in my throat. It would be a long time before I felt at peace with how suddenly I lost my good friend. The police station was a colder place to work without him. It didn’t seem right someone I loved could be stolen so quickly.
“Is that why you have me here?” His eyes bore into me like ice, challenging me. One thick eyebrow jogged high.
“No, it appears to have been an accident and there isn’t an investigation open at this time. What I need your help with is about another matter altogether. I understand you are a generous donor to the Louvre museum.”
“Well, yes but that’s not a crime,” his answer came reluctantly.
“No it’s not, but Louvre had the blood diamond necklace come up stolen,” I paused, waiting for his reaction to that news. This wasn’t public information and the media had not let anyone know, so he should be surprised or at the very least shocked at this statement.
He appeared completely unaffected. “So?”
His steely eyes bore into me, making me quite uncomfortable. I scooted back in my seat until I rested against the very back of it. My mind was working overtime again trying to interpret his response and see a deeper meaning where there wasn’t one. He looked bored out of his mind, his body conveyed his disdain and on top of everything he had this raw magnetic sex appeal that called to the inner diva inside of me and made me want to be claimed by him.
I licked my lips, suddenly aware I had to press my legs tightly together to keep the building pressure under control. I looked down at the table, anywhere else to avoid the intensity of his gaze. My head had grown dizzy and I felt my face flush and this interview had grown awkward and uncomfortable. “So, in Officer’s Perot’s notes there was an unusual amount of interest from your guests the night of the premiere.”
His blue eyes grew more intense. Darker and more dangerous to me, he screamed sex and not just any sex, but the kind of raw animal mating that melted my insides and curled my toes.
The breath caught in my throat as he angled his head towards me. That ever so slight movement made me feel like a deer caught in the headlights waiting for my inevitable death. I was frozen in fear and there was something else underlying his cool countenance…Something I wasn’t sure I liked or understood about this man.
“The night of the premiere? A lot of people were interested. The necklace had not been on display for hundreds of years. Why should you think I would be of more interest than anyone else, Miss Antoinette?”
“Everyone is of equal interest to me. I assure you.” I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.
“Make your point.” Christpher’s distinguished face had darkened and become brooding.
“I was hoping you might be able to tell me about anyone at the party who was interested in the blood diamond.”
“I am afraid I don’t have any information to help you solve this case. That night I was enjoying myself and there were so many people there, all the faces were a blur. The wine must have gone to my head.” He shrugged.
I didn’t believe him. He was too calm, too at ease. I didn’t have any proof to say he was involved, but I didn’t believe Christopher was being completely honest with me either. “Why is it I think nothing goes to your head? You had a date that night that expressed much interest about the blood diamond to Officer Perot while he worked security detail that night.”
His hooded eyes narrowed dangerously in on me. There was a feral growl underlying his heated words. “As if a hundred other people didn’t walk into that room and look at the display too. I am not sure I like where this interview is going but you’re wasting my time. If you need me, you know where I can be reached. I’m afraid this interview is over, Miss Antoinette, unless you would like to continue with my lawyers present?”
“Not at this time,” I replied curtly. I didn’t have any proof to accuse him or charge him with a crime and the lawyers wouldn’t allow me to get anywhere with him. The best thing I could do is let him walk out and hope he led me to the blood diamond later or would become more cooperative in the future.
I watched him get up and leave. I didn’t want to stop him or press my luck but I felt Christopher D’Angelo knew a lot more than he was telling me and so did Mr. Corrigan for that matter. I shivered slightly and goosebumps rose on my flesh. If those two ever got into a battle, I didn’t want to be in between either one of them. They were dangerous men.
My interview left me with more questions than answers today.
The blood diamond was still missing, my good friend was still dead and I was no closer to solving the crime than I was at the beginning of the night. A queasy feeling entered the pit of my stomach and I tightened uncomfortably near my middle. Somehow I had the feeling I was way over my head in this and the mystery was bigger than a thief in the night. I just didn’t know what it was.
The real question remained: Did I really want to know the answers?
***
Interested in reading more? These characters are featured in Paris Bites by Missy Lyons. Now available at Siren Publishing.
Lots of Love,
Missy Lyons
www.missylyons.com
Monday, November 5, 2012
Release day for Paris Bites!
So today is my official release day for Paris Bites. Today is the big day to party and I am ultra happy to finally have my book make it's way out into the world. Tonight my family is going to celebrate at a private party where I settle down with a night of watching Spongebob and a tall glass of red wine. Yes, I know it's way sexy and one day I will have a proper booklaunch party complete with chocolate dipped strawberries and naked chested men serving appetizers and drinks but I'm not quite there yet.
There is however a book launch event going on in Facebook. I have one last giveaway going on for a $10 gift certificate to Amazon and it's not too late to enter.
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Angelic Forecast ~ #218
Suddenly seized by a scene forming before my mind's eyes, I halt. Floods, destruction on a massive scale, unbearable suffering plays out like a big-screen movie. "Oh, no."
"What do you see, Sh'raka?" Dhuroth asks gently.
As the scene fades, I explain my vision as I can. Tears form and drip on my cheeks.
"It's real... isn't it?" I ask.
"It is a possible reality, my beloved."
"Possible? Are you certain? It feels so terrible and so real."
"Then, I bow to your vision, my beloved." Dhuroth seeks to comfort me with his touch.
"There... there are many more such catastrophes... oh, it's awful." Streams of tears pour down my face. "How do we stop it?"
My lion man's silence does not bode well. "We cannot. The destiny of Earth belongs to those who live upon her."
"I'm not upon her right now, on Mother Earth...does that mean...?"
"It means your influence remains, my Sh'raka. Your will is part of the overall will of humanity."
"But, only part..." I cry louder on the inside than the soft sounds of my weeping. "My heart aches..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
THE RISING OF NEW ATLANTIS is here. The time has come for the energies, the power of the pyramid culture, to come forth once again.
This will not be immediate, of course. The rising will be in fits and starts as the human race understands, once again, what the true potential is, and how it can be turned toward the GOOD.
In the meantime, for many, the following week will feel like an evil sorcerer has grabbed hold of the world, and is casting his wicked spell upon one and all.
To others, this week will be one that 'seems' to answer their prayers. They will believe their hopes and dreams are about to be realized, their lives improved.
However, the Dragon of Illusion reigns. Little will be as it seems during the next two weeks.
For, the truth will be obscured by the cold-hearted masters of manipulation. Only LOVE from the heart, given and received, will lift away this veil of darkness, and reveal what has been cruelly hidden from 'we the people'.
On the personal front, this week centers around each individual's personal life. This is because there are fabulous spiritual vibrations assisting you, and allowing you to see, to know how to climb out of those situations that no longer serve you, or suit you. Take advantage.
This is also a great time to take notice of the sun. Soak in the solar vibes no matter the time of day, sunrise to sundown. Your soul and spirit will be revived and strengthened for the times ahead.
On the paranormal front, the UFO hot spots across the globe heat up. This is because many different races are gathering to watch and also participate in the GREAT AWAKENING, as has been stated before.
As well, the galactic wars heighten, with Earth as the eventual prize. So they falsely believe.
Watch for everything UFO to enter the mass consciousness of humanity at this time. Meanwhile, the paranormal continues to become the new normal. Let yourself go with the flow at this time.
On the economic front, the gold wars are here. Fasten your financial seatbelts as the BIG BOY PIRATES, all over the globe, ferociously battle each other to be king of the golden pile. Nothing about this 'greed' will be pretty, especially for the rest of the world.
Also, as the month progresses, stock markets worldwide will quake bigtime. Further de-stabilization will occur at the end of year, done on purpose by the bankster gangster crowd. For, THEY want to appear as our saviors after a series of designed CRASHES.
Of importance, the banks will do everything to hold onto *your* money, and 'limit' how much you are allowed to draw out. There are major changes afoot in the global banking system that will NOT benefit the people.
For a short time, cash is likely to be king, as has occurred in the aftermath of Superstorm Sandy. Far more important, however, is continuing to stock up with every type of necessity you can get hold of. As far as the future, think in terms of trade and barter.
On the truth front, TNT! Bang. It's dy-no-mite 'truth' time. Every level of society will feel the explosions at this time.
Also, as more of the 'truth' about the soulless ones is revealed, the world explodes in a rage of anger, frustration, and desperation. As always, beware, take care, and PREPARE!
On the war front, it's a mess. There are so many push-pulls between the dark-side factions that the global chessboard has been temporarily turned over. Several critical situations are in disarray. Thus, their 'planned' chaos no longer benefits the new world order crowd.
The WILL of the people for peace is also causing the unexpected to occur on the 'world war' stage. This mass consciousness will spread, and grow into a tsunami.
In opposition, the Controllers now fight back with sinister deeds. For, these evil ones will do anything to turn the tide against the human movement for real peace.
That said, there will likely be several catastrophic 'false flag' events during the next three months, and one 'could' strike at Christmas time. These 'false flags' will be designed to create class warfare and civil wars across the world.
Know too, that biological warfare is happening against all of us, courtesy of the dark-side Controllers. It is advisable to take care of your health as never before.
On the AWAKENING front, the Dragon of the Universe writhes and weaves through the frequency fields of Earth. Many of us will be feeling this interaction deeply, and the sheer intensity will cause vairous reactions. Likely you will feel somewhat off kilter yet energized in a new way.
Awakening message from the Being who is the Sun: Whether 'the people' know it or not, they are the stuff of goddesses and gods. The cosmic energies now inundating Mother Earth are triggering your genetic code, upgrading you so the human race moves toward your real 'heritage' -- as you were once originally created.
As well, there are cosmic waves disrupting all manner of communication at this point in time. Info could change from your mouth to the person's ear. Be patient if there are any breakdowns, and try explaining again.
On the home front, the border wars, and the drug cartel wars, become even more vicious and out in the open, especially on the southern border. There will be more mass-death events, and an invading force will be stopped.
In the future, the upcoming week will be known as an 'astrological blackhole' in our history.
On the food front, the current 'activating' cosmic rays are creating variants of food plants, increasing their potency, and changing them to meet the needs of life on Mother Earth.
The dark-side force is aware of this, and is madly loosing franken-genetic plants to keep everyone's vitality crushed, and their intellect dumbed down. For, the cabal mafia would keep us all enslaved as an inferior race, addicted to their GM/GMO frankenfoods.
However, the Liberators, as they are known, are countering this utter madness. Their success depends on 'the people' rising up and continuing to say NO -- continuing to grow and collect heirloom seeds, and eat organic.
On the land changes front, more superstorms are forming worldwide, and will be lashing the coastlines. With the forthcoming lineup of celestial events, get ready for a rocky, 'rock 'n roll' ride on planet Earth, especially during the next three months.
Also, there will be weather extremes, an increase in volcanic and earthquake activity. And, as mentioned before, large asteroid showers could begin.
On the energy front, some of the advanced tech that has been withheld from humanity since ancient times, will be revealed to THOSE with the eyes to see, and the ears to listen, in the year, 2013.
THOSE already learning, and in the know -- 'those' who are humanitarians at heart -- will be making every effort to share, and to bring about working devices. If you are able, do all you can to assist them, and protect them from the dark powers-that-be.
On the really bad news front, 'cybersecurity' is now code for bringing in a brutal censorship that will negatively affect everyone on the internet. The new world order crowd wants ONLY their messages to reach the people -- to keep us all trapped and mesmerized.
From a prior forecast: "*innocents* and targeted groups of Americans who are innocent, will now be persecuted in the presstitute media on a massive scale. These 'innocents' will be demonized and used as fodder by the corp-gov to bring about a totalitarian regime. THEIR goal is to create chaos, and a civil war of biblical proportions. As always, the strategy is: DIVIDE and CONQUER *the people*."
On the good news front, the Visionaries arrive full force. Those who have incarnated at this time to bring in the harmony and freedom of the Aquarian Age, now speak out loudly -- offering the 'visions' of life we all desire.
This is also a time of GREAT MIRACLES. To many this will not be apparent, given the catastrophic situations unfolding before us, and happening to us.
However, more miracles than ever are gracing humanity, and will only soar in number from this point forward. Take heart, and know you are being embraced by the Divine.
On the freedom front, the rise of the mountain man/woman begins. These are people who know how to survive in wilderness conditions, and have developed the skills necessary to fend for themselves, and help others.
Also, while the demand for 'freedom' firestorms around the world, there are those in the background who are quietly pulling the levers of power -- doing their part to liberate 'the people'.
Trendwise, as has been stated before, drastic changes in society are just around the corner. From a previous forecast: "what has been thought of as leadership from the top down continues to topple. Everyone will become leaders in their own way, and within their chosen circle of like-minded people. This will be crucial."
Further, at this time, many will now switch their focus to their local communities. For, they realize that is the seat of true power.
Now begins a long process of decentralization as many of 'the people' feel the pull of Mother Earth, and return to the land. The 'old ways' will once again become sacred. However, these traditional ways of connecting with the Earth and living on the land, will be blended with the new tech ways that currently serve humanity.
This week step out of the cultural drama going on around you, and pay attention to beauty, goodness -- and to what you 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.
[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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Sunday, November 4, 2012
Watch the video book trailer for Paris Bites
This so cool that I had to share it! I just got a book trailer video for my new book Paris Bites. Now that it's done you can tell me what you think.
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Lots of love to you all,
Missy
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Cutie and the Cowboy Trucker AA Sensual Romance
A #1 Bookstrand Mainstream
African-American
Sensual Love story
Word
count: 51,182
Heat:
Sensual
Price:
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Story Excerpt
The trio marched to the truck stop and straight into the
heavy aroma left over from fried foods. Kitchen noises pervaded as white
stoneware filled with heaping portions of food slapped against the shiny steel
pickup window. They moved on through the restaurant to a vacant booth near the
plate glass window. Veronica and Sam took one side. Mike had the other side all
to himself.
"I want fries." Sam's face turned up to Veronica.
"Samuel?"
"Please, Mama."
Veronica allowed him hamburgers and fries on occasion. Those
big, pleading eyes zapped her. Today seemed to be one of those days.
"Okay," she said with a smile. "We'll both have fries."
Veronica's head jerked up when Mike grunted, and her eyes
caught his. He was obviously amused about something.
"What's funny?"
"It's been a long time since I had such a telling
conversation. Although my children are no longer teenagers, I have one who's
still a master manipulator."
"A child expressing his hunger brings back
memories?" She pursued the topic because she really wanted to understand
the motive for his laughter.
He chuckled again. "Lots of them. There's not a parent
alive that hasn't buckled even before the onset of such a debate."
"I didn't buckle on anything," she announced, a
bit offended. Veronica looked down at Sam, who looked from her to Mike in
earnest interest.
"You're right. You didn't buckle."
"What does that condescending crack mean?"
"Veronica, honestly. I only meant, as a parent, one
recognizes when and when not to make an issue. That's all." He examined
her in silence. "I didn't intend to offend you."
Veronica intentionally took note of his mannerisms as he
sought to do damage control. Although his cool expression locked in place, she
sensed the immense interest in his bedroom eyes the longer he stared at her. He
was minus his hat and glasses, which permitted her uninhibited inspection. Mike
wore his hair cut close to the scalp. That emphasized his strong brow and the
allure of his eyes, so soft and tawny brown. He had a tiny healed scar on the
end of one nostril. Below that was his peppered mustache, glinting with a touch
of silver and trimmed to perfection above tasty-looking lips.
Her perusal didn't stop there.
His stout neck balanced on wide shoulders that conformed to
a broad chest. Since he was seated, her imagination filled in the gaps of the
rest of his description. She recalled his long legs from her position on the
ground, and his, evidently, excellent physical condition by the trapeze act
he'd performed to get her carry-on. Before her sat a man she guessed to be in
his midforties, who happened to be one outstanding treat for a woman to behold.
Creamy chocolate had nothing on him.
Mickie Sherwood
~~Sweet, spicy romance – a heartbeat away~~
EXCLUSIVE New excerpt from Paris Bites
The calender is ticking down and I am more excited with every hour that passes.
With my new book Paris Bites book release being less than a week away I wanted to share an exclusive excerpt with you. This is not available on the Siren website and meant for my readers to enjoy. I wanted to do something nice for you because you've been so kind and loving to me. Thank you so much for all your support and love. I can't tell you how much it means to me. :)
Samantha stole his wallet and in return he stole her heart.
PARIS BITES
“Please come inside and look around.” The docent waved the tourists inside, and they followed his command meekly forward, touching the iron torture devices littering the stone room, gathering together in a densely packed group. Shoulder to shoulder they huddled together. It reminded Sam too much of the way sheep would group together for protection from a wolf.
Only this seemed more dangerous.
In reality, numbers didn’t provide safety.
There was no way she was going into the secret chambers. It was too cramped. There was no way out. No escape in sight besides this one door. Sam backed up, toward the direction she came. She backed straight up into a man’s chest. Powerful arms locked around her body to steady her.
A man’s deep voice rocked her with a stern whisper in her ears, interrupting her panicked thoughts of escape. “You are trying to get yourself killed tonight, aren’t you?”
Killed? What is he talking about?
Sam turned around in the stranger’s arms to find disapproving black eyes stare back at her. Sam melted. The memory of him was nothing like being in front of the real deal. Overwhelming, powerful need hit her like a brick wall. A coil of pressure dropped from her stomach to her womb and all she could think of was how much she wanted to run away and hide at that moment. Her knees buckled under his intense gaze, but his arms steadied her.
It is him! Why does it have to be him?
The same man whose wallet she had pinched on the street earlier tonight. The woman wasn’t with him now, but how the hell did he manage to find her? Her pulse quickened in fear. She was nowhere near where she found him earlier, and unless he had been following her the entire time, he couldn’t have known where she was going.
Yet, this was no coincidence.
His iron grip latched onto her arm, forcing her into the chamber with the others. In a hushed tone, he whispered near her ear, “You don’t even know what kind of trouble you found tonight. If I wasn’t here you would be dead.”
As they passed by the docent, her captor said, “This one is mine, Domitrius.”
The guide just growled in response, keeping his eyes on the group of tourists in the room.
The door closed behind the small group, and the people gathered together nervously. As if numbers helped their safety. Sam and her captor were the exceptions. He kept her close to him and in view of the others but wasn’t allowing her any chance of escape. He prevented her from leaving his side with his strong hands locking her in place. She was too scared to run, and even if he did let her go, she probably was not strong enough to move the solid stone door.
Fear tainted her blood, and she could hear her heart hammering in her ears.
Domitrius seemed to take pleasure in the group’s discomfiture. “The Vampire DeMontmartre was not happy with bathing in the blood for very long. He wanted more, and the effects of the blood baths were short lived. It was said that he eventually made a deal with the devil. That pact he sealed made it so that he could live forever, so long as he drank the blood of the innocents.”
Silence echoed and the patrons guessed what he insinuated.
“Vampire…” One man hissed out as if the word itself were evil.
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Thank you so much for reading everyone and I hope you all have a fabulous day.
Missy Lyons
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Thank you so much for reading everyone and I hope you all have a fabulous day.
Missy Lyons
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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Wednesday's Words for October 31, 2012
It’s a somber reminder to us all that as powerful as we believe humanity to be, as strong a force as we are upon this earth with our weapons and our technology and such, there is another force far greater that will always prevail, and we really are powerless against it.
The reach of these storms was vast, record-breaking, and wreaking havoc not only in the United States, but Canada as well. This storm was a killer before it combined with the cold front to become something other. It continued to claim lives in both our countries, and in the aftermath we can only stare, wide-eyed and in shock at the devastation left behind.
One thing I have learned in my life is that there always seems to be some new, “worst thing” to come upon us. Bad stuff happens, and it happens to us all. It doesn’t matter if we’re black or white, Canadian or American; it doesn’t ask our religion or our sexual or political preferences. When disaster strikes it goes after us all with an equally ruthless hand.
From what I’ve seen, as I watch the extensive news coverage, and what has become of New Jersey and New York, I don’t know how anyone can recover in anytime less than a year.
The death toll may rise, and the storm wasn’t, as of Tuesday night, even over. It’s projected to sweep back toward the east, trek across upper New York State, and hit our eastern provinces, what we here in Canada refer to as The Maritimes. Monday night in Toronto, a woman was killed when a large sign was blown apart by the incredibly strong winds.
I do, however, see something else as I watch all the coverage of this event, and it’s definitely something worth mentioning. I see Americans working together, to help their neighbors. I see people reaching out, lending a hand, regardless of whatever differences there may be between them.
That is one of the things that, to me, makes America such a great country. Her people don’t turn their backs on each other. They don’t cast their eyes about and say, “well, that’s got to be someone else’s problem”; they just roll up their sleeves and get to work.
I see co-operation between elected officials of both parties. At this time, and under these circumstances, they aren’t democrats or republicans. They’re simply Americans who have been elected to take care of their people, and they’re doing just that: putting the needs of their people ahead of any other consideration. In other words, they are doing that which is right.
Adding insult to injury, the temperatures were supposed to drop Tuesday night in some areas, and for those without electricity, staying warm would be a challenge.
There’s another edge to this tragedy, beyond the physical. It’s hard to lose everything you own, to have to look around you and realize that everything is gone. We’re used, most of us, to getting by from day to day; we work, we save, and we do what we can to plan for the future. The sun comes up and goes down, and in the course of our lives we’re presented with challenges. We win some and lose some, but we keep motoring on.
And then we face a disaster, a real disaster, and the enormity of that loss—when everything is gone, when everything that was normal changes—that is something that is really tough to handle.
I’ve mentioned to you before that we’ve been through that twice ourselves, as we’ve lost not one but two homes to fire.
It is the battered spirits of the victims of Sandy that I pray for most; for when our spirits are bolstered, when we feel the strength of the prayers of others, then we can take those first, hesitant and shaky steps toward recovery.
Love,
Morgan
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Monday, October 29, 2012
Angelic Forecast ~ #217
Before my next thought occurs, I find myself inside a strange but beautiful room, one that reminds me of a temple.
"Do not fear, my Sh’raka. We are safe." Dhuroth takes my hand. "Let me show you where to bathe."
I look around, seeking Jharx. "Where is he?"
"He is attending to other matters vital to our meeting." My lion man leads me toward a moon arch that looks like it was constructed out of mother of pearl. "We will see him soon."
"Oh..." Around me is serenity and beauty, all in lustrous shades of white. I see a shallow pool with cascading water that looks like a small waterfall.
Suddenly seized by a scene forming before my mind's eyes, I halt. Floods, destruction on a massive scale, unbearable suffering plays out like a big-screen movie. "Oh, no."
"What do you see, Sh'raka?" Dhuroth asks gently.
As the scene fades, I explain my vision as I can. Tears form and drip on my cheeks.
"It's real... isn't it?" I ask.
"It is a possible reality, my beloved."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~
This week, Warring Clashes between the Dragon of Good and the dragon of evil will take over the entirety of the planet. Meanwhile, the golden radiance of the Divine Awakening becomes a superstorm saturating humanity and Mother Earth.
Now it arrives ~ The Full Frontal Attack Against GOODNESS. This will be against anyone of good heart and soul -- against anyone and everyone who regularly helps others, and performs GOOD deeds in the community.
To overcome, beware of these anti-humans. Prepare to take them on by using wisdom and smarts. Then take care by standing together against any kind of unjust assault.
For, it is the good in all of us, and the good caring acts we do that will eventually end these Orwellian times.
On the personal front, the challenges are likely to mount up this week. Riding out the storm of events, no matter what they are, is the key. In the midst of the dark storm there will be a surprise, or an opportunity, of sheer and magnificent beauty -- the very stuff dreams are made out of. Grab hold.
This week is also about invoking your inner goddess and god, or your divine self, to gain full strength for the difficult times ahead. THEY, the bankster gangster minions, are coming to plunder whatever remains of the wealth you have accumulated for you and your loved ones.
Look for strategies outside the box to fool these crooks, and keep what you have. It's past time to outwit the cabal of international bankers, these psychopaths who would ruin us all.
Also, this week, romance is heavily in the air. Connect from the heart with someone special -- that someone who lights you up, and fires all of your jets.
On the AWAKENING front, Singing to Bring in the Aquarian Age ~ the frequency of the human voice in song, is one key to overcoming the current darkness, and bringing about a golden age. For, the power of singing and music, both individually and in groups, is one magickal tool of the new age. Know that this means EVERYONE SINGING, not only those with 'good' voices.
On the paranormal front, Halloween 2012 is a high spiritual opportunity for those who are awake and aware. A sacred door opens inside all of us at this magickal time of Samhain.
This magick within us, will be greatly enhanced as Earth vibrationally touches the majestic, pulsing heart of our galaxy. The time is here to take advantage of knowing yourself at this level. The time is here to 'catapult into the consciousness' of rebirth and ascension.
As well, from a prior forecast: "...project Blue Beam is back on the drawing board, which is a plan to use a fake alien attack as a way to control 'the people' and bring in a one world government. However, this IS NOT an absolute." UPDATE: a subtler use of 'Aliens' to frighten the people is being brought forth using the news media, big entertainment media, and a cadre of dis-info agents.
On the economic front, a crazy mishmash of events will be happening, all designed to stall a total collapse, and keep the dollar afloat for now. As well, the banks will continue to deny large withdrawals of cash, while making all sorts of excuses that, in essence, make no sense -- if logical thought is used.
Meanwhile, significant gains are being made in the emerging world of trade and barter. Of course, the corp-gov will make every effort to shut down those who are most successful. However, the more communities come together and buy/trade with each other, the faster a 'real' recovery will happen for ALL.
Of significance also, the coming superstorms, land changes, and the war fronts all over the world, are being used to 'hide' the seriousness of the Currency Wars that now rage between many nations.
Also, from the previous forecast: During the next three months, more of the bankster gangsters will be exposed for what they are, remorseless serial killers of society, of all that is GOOD. In the coming weeks, more of the people will realize it's either 'renaissance or ruin'.
On the truth front, the dragon of truth spirals around the dragon of deceit crushing, destroying -- seeking the final victory. Know there will be several TRUTHS revealed this week, truths that will shake humanity to its core.
For, *Real* history returns to haunt humanity during these end/beginning times. The lies told for age upon age crumble, soon to become dust in the wind. Watch for it, and embrace what resonates with you.
However, the 'revelations' of this week, and the ones forthcoming, will be countered with an onslaught of lies, and every attempt will be made to bury most of them again.
Out of this ongoing battle between Good and evil, humanity will likely become more schizophrenic and divided. It will be the establishment zombies versus the renaissance renegades.
On the war front, the dark-siders fan the flames of war, and brutal conflict spreads like a fast-growing cancer across the planet. Also, the threatened use of nuclear weapons -- already in use on a small scale -- will be ramped up to scare the people, and keep them in a non-ending state of fear.
For, the soulless ones believe this will bring about mindless obedience. It won't.
For the next ten days, there will be several major moves on the grand chessboard of war, with Russia taking the lead on the world stage.
On the home front, currently a *purge* of the GOOD US military men and women -- occurring for a long time now -- is accelerating. Therefore, troops who will fight Americans are replacing them.
As well, with the demonization of veterans taking place, if you know any good-hearted veterans, now is the time to bring them into your 'circle' of friends and acquaintances. For, likely their knowledge and assistance will make the difference in the future, your future.
On the food front, as GM/GMO frankenfoods are exposed, the great rejection by the people begins. More and more, boycotts against BIG AGRA and the BIG FOOD companies will take hold, sweeping across the country.
Growing and buying local will become the norm. Thus, food co-ops and small mom and pop businesses like specialty bakeries, are the new economic opportunities.
On the land changes front, volcanic activity goes quantum during the next several months. The ocean heats up in key areas, in part, because of underwater volcanoes, and giant flows of magma.
More superstorms will batter the coastlines across the world, and earthquakes increase significantly. Two more large quakes are due within the next three weeks. And the Louisiana sinkhole continues to expand, threatening the New Orleans area.
Angels Aren't Playing This HAARP ~ From last week's forecast: "And currently, there are indications that the HAARP array in Alaska is targeting the eastern half of the US." FOLLOW UP: In a later report, the highest ever recorded levels of energy from the Alaska array, were centered around two eastern states.
On the energy front, as always a complicated picture of bad versus GOOD. If you have knowledge about how to reconfigure a car engine's computer so it can be run on water, please spread that knowledge underground as fast as possible.
On the really bad news front, FEMA's Zombie Apocalypse is here, and ratcheting up fast. On top of this, the corp-gov's Catch 22 scenario will now be used against the people.
If you don't prepare you'll be blamed, and any FEMA assistance will be at a high price, or will be denied. If you do dare to prepare, you will be considered a prepper, and extreme preppers are now designated to be 'terrorists' by the military. Good sacred luck to one and all.
Remember: Practices, such as storing and preserving food, were normally done by our ancestors as the way to survive. After all, big box stores didn't exist, and might not be accessible in the future -- for example during a major winter storm.
On the good news front, the people are wising up, and taking action to protect themselves and their loved ones. Never underestimate the will and the power of the people at this point in history. It is the stuff of MIRACLES.
On the freedom front, now comes the accelerated use of propaganda to denigrate and demonize many social groups. However, the love of liberty will unite a lot of us, despite this endless media brainwashing.
As freedom soars like the phoenix within the soul of humanity, many of the people will realize now is the time to exercise their rights, or lose them forever.
Trendwise, now comes the rise of the Sheriff's posse. In many areas, these white-hats will become the protectors of the people. This is a movement that will not and cannot be stopped.
As well, even with the winter season upon us, mass migration from the major cities begins. This will happen because of ongoing catastrophes, and the new horror of looting, brought about by the collapsing economy.
Meanwhile, Heaven on Earth will be the mystical and magical goal of THOSE who love humanity and the Mother Earth.
This week, heart energy, LOVE, is the sweet currency that will serve you best.
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?
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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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