Well, it feels about that long since I last updated this blog. I'm not great at keeping up to date with these things, plus I try to spend as much time writing as I can, That doesn't leave too much time over for blogging, but I do have a few updates to make.First, I just sold Book1 in a paranormal series to Total - E- Bound. Book 1 is entitled End of the Line. The novel involves vampires, but books 2 and 3 will include an incubus and an angel for good measure. Pre-orders are available from July 1st. I'm also 50k in to book 2, which is tentatively titled A Temptation too Far. Here a tinsy snippet
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“Do you think I might be made of ivory and rose leaves?” Eden asked some time later, when Sully returned with his afternoon snack.
Sully handed over the apple, and then resumed a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed. “No.”
“But I am rare and precious like ivory.” Eden’s fingers preened at his smooth cheek. “I’m as soft and delicate as rose leaves.”
“You’re as delicate as rose thorns.” Sully opened up the book once again. “And I have always found ivory distasteful.”
The incubus gave Sully a condescending glare through his lashes. “You did not find me so distasteful with your rigour-mortised prick up my backside, Mr Vampire.” He raised the apple to his lips and took a vicious bite.
Sully returned his attention to the page while Eden munched vigorously through crisp apple. The sharp tang of the boy’s arrogance flared to life between them once again. Sully had assumed the incubus’s relapse to spoiled brat mode would please him, or at least reassure him everything was back to how it was in the beginning. Yet for some unsettling reason, it did not.
He resumed reading the prose aloud, but whatever had captivated the incubus to silence had broken now. The grating crunch of the fruit’s flesh churning in Eden's mouth chaffed on Sully's nerves until he could bear the noise no longer. He closed the book, very carefully so as not give a hint of his exasperation.
“Why did you stop?” Eden wiped flecks of apple from his lips. He tossed the core at the corner of the room, leaving a splat of juice on the wall. The core thudded to the wooden floor missing the bin he’d evidently been aiming for. “Do Lord Henry and Dorian Gray ever get to fuck? Are you too embarrassed to go on?”
Sully gazed steadily at the incubus's smirk. “Pick that up.”
Eden opened his mouth as if to throw out an objection. Sully continued to stare at him and he seemed to decide silence and obedience might be the best way to proceed. He uncrossed his legs, left the bed and plucked the core from the floorboards. He dropped it delicately in the bin, then, rather than return to the bed, he approached the chair.
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“Do you think I might be made of ivory and rose leaves?” Eden asked some time later, when Sully returned with his afternoon snack.
Sully handed over the apple, and then resumed a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed. “No.”
“But I am rare and precious like ivory.” Eden’s fingers preened at his smooth cheek. “I’m as soft and delicate as rose leaves.”
“You’re as delicate as rose thorns.” Sully opened up the book once again. “And I have always found ivory distasteful.”
The incubus gave Sully a condescending glare through his lashes. “You did not find me so distasteful with your rigour-mortised prick up my backside, Mr Vampire.” He raised the apple to his lips and took a vicious bite.
Sully returned his attention to the page while Eden munched vigorously through crisp apple. The sharp tang of the boy’s arrogance flared to life between them once again. Sully had assumed the incubus’s relapse to spoiled brat mode would please him, or at least reassure him everything was back to how it was in the beginning. Yet for some unsettling reason, it did not.
He resumed reading the prose aloud, but whatever had captivated the incubus to silence had broken now. The grating crunch of the fruit’s flesh churning in Eden's mouth chaffed on Sully's nerves until he could bear the noise no longer. He closed the book, very carefully so as not give a hint of his exasperation.
“Why did you stop?” Eden wiped flecks of apple from his lips. He tossed the core at the corner of the room, leaving a splat of juice on the wall. The core thudded to the wooden floor missing the bin he’d evidently been aiming for. “Do Lord Henry and Dorian Gray ever get to fuck? Are you too embarrassed to go on?”
Sully gazed steadily at the incubus's smirk. “Pick that up.”
Eden opened his mouth as if to throw out an objection. Sully continued to stare at him and he seemed to decide silence and obedience might be the best way to proceed. He uncrossed his legs, left the bed and plucked the core from the floorboards. He dropped it delicately in the bin, then, rather than return to the bed, he approached the chair.
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