http://siamarion.weebly.com/blog This is the link to my new web page. It's under construction but I wanted to go ahead and post so that I could get a little feedback on how it's looking so far. I've written a new blog post, something Autumnal in flavor, it's called Heaven. If you would like to reply with a description of your own ideal place, please do.
Thanks for your time. Sia Marion
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
Spanish Nights Coming 9-24-2014
Welcome Valerie Twombly! And welcome SPANISH NIGHTS!Valerie is here today and she's brought with her an excerpt from her latest paranormal romance!
Spanish Nights, A Jinn’s Seduction
Release Date: September 24, 2014
Publisher: Valerie Twombly
Paranormal Romance
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After a bitter divorce from her cheating husband, Makayla searches for her muse in the remote hills of Spain. When she flings open the door of her villa, she finds it in the form of intense blue eyes and a killer body attached to a thick Spanish accent.
Armand has lost everything. His magic and his freedom are taken when an evil curse is placed on the Jinn, bounding him to earth. With only his immortality and ability for seduction, he sets his sights on the dark haired newcomer in town.
What begins as desire in the steamy nights of Spain, quickly leads to something more meaningful. However, when evil emerges from the shadows, Makayla learns she must choose between her mortality and Armand’s freedom.
Excerpt:
Makayla had been positive Armand was going to kiss her. Instead he'd set her aside and almost seemed angry that she had trusted him. Their ride back to the mainland had been quiet and almost tense. What had caused the sudden change? The kiss on the cheek? Everything had certainly gone to hell after that, but she could have sworn he wanted her.
She brushed the hair from her face. What did she know about men anyway? It had been two years since her last relationship and it had failed. She had failed. The entire idea was a mistake and she should just chalk it up to a lesson learned and move on. Tears stung her eyes. She thought she saw something good and decent in Armand. Even if only for a one-night stand, she thought he would have catered to her every need, giving her something her past relationships always lacked. Maybe she should just hire the deed done. Women did it all the time now and why not? Their sexual urges were the same as a man's, only the rules were different.
Half an hour later, they were back at the dock and Armand helped her off the boat.
“I'll escort you home.”
Really? She pursed her lips. “I'm sure you have lots to do. I can see myself home. Thank you again for a nice day.” She spun and started to walk away, but he was on her heels.
“I wasn't asking.” He moved in beside her.
Kayla kept her gaze ahead. She could feel the heat rising up her neck. “Suit yourself.” If he wanted to walk with her then fine, but she refused to converse with him. The mixed signals he kept sending were making her dizzy. He went from seductive to demanding to angry with god-knows-what. The confusion running through her brain gave her a headache.
Ten silent minutes later, she finally reached her front door. She slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle. The door opened to reveal a darkened room and she could hardly wait to escape back into it. She wondered if the entire trip was a waste. Good manners had her turning around to face the sexy man who'd towered beside her all day.
“Thank you again. It was lovely.”
His hands gripped her upper arms and his body pinned her against the doorjamb. His lips crashed down on hers. Bruising. Demanding. His tongue pushed passed and swept into her mouth. He tasted of danger and sin and she wanted to swallow him whole. Every lean hard muscle of his chest pushed into her breasts causing them to ache. Her nipples pebbled against her bathing suit and begged to have his hot tongue glide across them. His erection, thick and hard, pressed into her belly. She wanted to touch him, but with her arms pinned at her side she could do nothing except remind herself to breathe.
He consumed her.
Armand nipped her bottom lip then pulled away causing her to moan. Even in the dusk of the evening, she could see the desire in his eyes. It burned her soul.
“Querida, never trust a strange man again. I will be your one exception,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”
She swallowed. Her throat parched from the inferno brewing inside her like a wicked storm. “Y—Yes.”
“Good.” He released her then backed away. “Go inside now. I'll pick you up tomorrow evening for dinner.”
“O—Okay.”
Kayla stepped past the entry and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the cool wood both to quench the fire that raged within and for support. She brought her fingers to her swollen lips and could almost feel him still pressing against her.
“What the hell just happened?”
Her legs were like Jell-O and her heart raced. She hadn't expected him to kiss her. Not after the way things had ended. Even in her surprise, her body couldn't help but respond. She had never been kissed like that before. It had been raw. His heat had seeped through her skin igniting something deep inside her.
“So that's what it's like? Holy hell.” She pushed herself off the door and walked across the living room on wobbly legs. She needed a cold shower. Ice cold to be exact.
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About the Author
As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying, “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.
Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.
Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
This is my 1500 word Flash Fiction for Chuck Wendig's blog http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2014/08/28/flash-fiction-challenge-yet-fate-choose-your-title/
Gravedigger’s
Coil
I woke up with an anvil
lying on my head and a mouthful of dirt. I can’t say it’s the first time.
Thankfully, I have a
hard head and a stubborn nature, otherwise, it was damned inconvenient, and I
was sorry for whatever snit I’d let myself get into that had prompted the
activities leading to my worse-for-wear condition. The throbbing, pulsating pain in my skull was
preventing me from remembering much of my night.
Although, I’m sure said
activities, and their resulting consequences, were warranted.
I’d been a beat cop
before I took up the trade, and before that, a grunt. I’d learn the drill the
hard way, without opening my eyes, I could tell I was outside. The birds were
calling in their early morning voices. I figured it to be no later than five
am, probably closer to four.
I recognized the cold,
clammy fingers of the river and detected a rumble off in the distance. The
Southern sounded her whistle on the morning fog, like a call to lost souls. That
meant I must be on the East side, not far out of town. That was good, since I
knew I’d be hoofing it back.
When I heard the
fighting cocks crow over Sultana’s way and didn’t get a boot in my side as a
good morning, I figured I’d played dead
man’s bluff long enough and opened my
eyes.
I had two reasons for keeping my head
still. One, moving it’s a good way to
get it blown off. Two, it was still pounding from whatever I’d done to it, or
had done to it, the night before.
I tried to use my right
hand to feel for my .45, but couldn’t get it to work. I managed to wiggle the
fingers of my left into my coat pocket and experienced the night’s first real
moment of disappointment when I discovered that it wasn’t there.
I’ve got a hard and
fast rule about losing my gun—don’t. It’s paid off for me over the years, and while
I don’t mind breaking other people’s rules, damned if I like breaking my own.
I wasn’t excited about
making the effort to stand up. Pain has that effect on me. Two things decided
it for me. One, I’d opened my eyes to discover I was lying beside an open grave.
Second, my partner, Jake, was lying in the bottom of that grave with a hole
between his eyes.
It took me sixty
seconds to jump in the pit, toss my partner’s pockets, find the second and
third leakers, and scramble back out again. Then I checked myself, my raincoat
was wrinkled, nothing unusual there. I had a receipt for pie and coffee from
the Uptown Café, a dog eared business card belonging to Madame Lulu, masseuse
and tarot reader, and three dollars and some change in my pants.
Problem, someone had
shifted my I.D. from my back pocket, where I usually kept it, to my inside
jacket pocket. Why, I didn’t know. Yet. Maybe, they just wanted to make it nice
and convenient for the coppers to find.
What I did know was, I
hadn’t killed my partner. I knew, because despite the fact that he had been a
right bastard and someone’s best effort to make it appear to the contrary, I
wasn’t in the habit of shooting my friends. Proof being, I’d had one up until
last night.
No, more likely I’d
been Mickeyed, then dragged or lured here to take the fall. I wasn’t known to
be an angry guy, but this set-up was making me see red. With pink stripping the
sky, I took the first step of a long walk home.
I got lucky and hitched
a ride with a guy hauling a load of cantaloupes to market. I had to sit in the
back on account the dog had the front seat, but it was better than walking. Anyway, I felt lousy the whole way and was
just as glad not to talk.
Jake was a skirt chasing
bum and a lousy drunk, but I was sorry to lose him as a partner. We’d started
in this business together. We’d seen some tough times and fought over a dame or
two, sure, he cheated at cards and ponies, but it was his old man’s money
feeding the coffers and three dollars and some change wasn’t going to replace
that.
I jumped out at 43rd
and High Street, planning to work my way home, maybe grab a donut and coffee on
the way. I was dog bones tired. But first, I needed to make a call, I stopped
at the first box I came to, dropped a dime and dialed up the best guy I knew on
the squad. Luke and I had sat trenches together and we still got together to
spill beer every now and then.
I spent a couple of
minutes describing what I’d woken up to and a couple more vowing I’d be at the
precinct by noon, no, he didn’t need to send a patrol for me.
I hadn’t gone half a
block when the beat, twirling his stick, stopped me for a little friendly jawing.
“Somebody been using
your face for a punching bag?”
“You don’t look so good
yourself.” His face hadn’t been pretty to begin with. The black and blue bruise
on his jaw just made him look mean.
He snarled, “You look
like hell. Your eyes is half swolled shut. I need to run you in?”
This copper, saddled
with the unfortunate handle of, Giles, happened to be one of the men I used to
work the job with. I notice he’s shuffling his feet around, like he’s looking
for any excuse, but then, he’s been pea-eyed ever since the Marlowe case.
I nod my head, “No, just out for my
constitutional.”
I take the first step
away from him and feel the bite of his fingers as he yanks on my bad right arm.
“One of these days, I’m gonna land a punch that sticks.” He leans into my face
wearing a tough guy grin and snarls, “I ain’t always gonna be in this uniform.”
He gives me the back of
his hand and I discover that I hadn’t spat out all the graveyard dirt after
all.
I think about how good
it would feel to introduce my knuckles to his jaw. I have to remind myself that
I’m trying to avoid irritating the boys today, under the circumstances, and
that I need to be on the outside if I want to find out who really killed Jake.
Still, I’m tempted. Somebody needs to pay for the cracks in my ribs, and who
better than the flatfoot?
Instead, I leave him
there whistling Dixie and make my way the few blocks over to my place. I’m dreaming
of my bed and a tall gin in a short glass, when I hear the flap of well-worn
shoe soles behind me. I turn in time to watch the news hawker rounding the
corner.
“Oh, you made it,
then.”
I’m surprised by his
greeting. “Yea,” I say.
“Well, ok, then. I’ll
just go, then.” He couldn’t be more than thirteen, “Oh, do you want this now,
then?” He holds out a grubby hand with a flat palm and a .45 that looks
familiar.
“Where’d you get that?”
“You dropped it when
you came out with that lady.”
I ask him what lady and
he says, “The one with the skirt and all the rings.”
I ask him what about her
skirt, but I already know, don’t I? Hadn’t I known all along, anyway?
The memories come
flooding back.
“I figure me saving its
worth at least a quarter.” The kid’s enterprising; I’ll give him that, “I did
it, so...”
“Here,” I hand over two
quarters and give him a scowl to scare Jesus.
I make it two steps in
my door before I’m stopped by Luke’s fist in my gut and my rubber knees.
“Ok,” I say, “Ok.” I’m nearly
laid flat again by my woozy head but I manage to clamber to my feet.
“Lulu.” Even I can hear the gravel in my
voice.
She takes one look at
me and starts crying, “You killed him.”
I think- beautiful trouble is still trouble.
“You could’ve just divorced him, Lulu.”
She looks first at
Luke, then at me, “Don’t pretend you don’t know what he was like.” She’s crying
and I can tell its working.
“You came over last
night, hypnotized me, didn’t you? Sent me out there to take the fall for your
next patsy?”
Luke lunges at me, “Why
you…”
He swings his fist and
I duck.
“What happened, Lulu,
you’re occult powers go on the fritz?”
Luke’s going for his
piece when Lulu screams and I realize I’ve got my .45 in my hand.
“You killed him!”
Yea, now I don’t just
want the gin, I need it.
Monday, September 1, 2014
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