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Everything about her was so artistic and proud, from taking off her winter hat, to fiddling with her hair, to just turning; in another life she surely would have been a classical ballet dancer. As graceful as a cat, she walked always one leg directly in front of the other to form a single line as if she were walking on a tightrope. With each step her hips and arms swung while her head and shoulders barely moved. As I looked into her eyes I felt something genuine and sincere, her soul looked back at me with an angelic glow and her whole face seemed to be shining, but yet relaxed. There was a sway side to side with a slight upward bounce as she turned, but her gaze never left me. I can honestly say that it was such an erotic moment I was terrified and excited at the same time. She popped up on to her tippy toes, sliding her sleek arms around my neck; her skin was so soft that my whole body tingled forcing every hair to stand up and every muscle to ripple. I was shocked as I discovered that her smile was matched by the one in her eyes. My heart literally began to pound as I could feel her warm breath roll up my neck and a whisper climbed into my ears ” ya tebya lyublyu”.
As my ears heard it my heart believed it for the first time and I can only compare it with the sensation you get when a gentle breeze first touches your skin on a hot summers day. It was written in her eyes, she genuinely loved me. Emotions were boiling within me and was growing and growing and at times I thought my heart doubled in size.
Suddenly every ounce of strength drained from my arms and they slid to her waist; as my hands cupped her there was this feeling that this was where I always wanted to be, no, needed to be. As she kissed and nibbled my neck I felt complete and whole. I am not sure whether it was perfume, but there was always this sweet lingering aroma that floated around me like a cloud when she was near. As her lips touched mine it was like she was swallowing my soul and giving me hers; so forceful and gentle at the same time. Within seconds we were silently talking with lips and tongues, teasing followed by light nibbles on the lips, hands wandering and bodies pressing closer. Our souls were merging; there was this tingling in the tummy sensation. I forgot to breathe and it’s the only time that a kiss has made me light headed and dizzy.
This was the perfect kiss, no doubt about it, the kind that the affect never fades and the magic was more than I could have ever dreamed of. It was the one, only my soul mate could give; the one, only my perfect woman could share. I would strive to complete my evolution to become her perfect man. They say that home is where the heart is and today I realized that home is not a place on a map, but a feeling, an explosion of emotions that consumes your heart and soul completely.
I could not have imagined that such a heartfelt moment would ruin my life. If only I knew that that kiss would lead to my death and eternal damnation. I wonder, would I still have kissed her? I cannot say that I would have if I had known the consequences of my actions, Once, it’s out there you can never take it back, all you can do is follow it through to the end, even if the price is more than you can bear.
Zahir – Falling
Lightning slashed through the sky, like a carefully aimed arrow from an ancient hunter’s bow and thunder crackled in the distance making the ground tremble, leaving behind a forceful echo. The wind whipped the rain around like bullets repeatedly smashing and bouncing off the metal monster he was driving. The darkness of the night wrapped itself around him, like a mother wraps a blanket around a new child. It only took a second for the flash of light to blind him. It only took a few seconds for the beast to strike. Spots flickered everywhere and the next thing that he remembered is the deafening terrifying screams all around him. Then the immense groan of metal on metal like the final cry of some prehistoric beast that seemed to echo from all around. His eyes were open and he was forcing himself to blink but, all he could see was smears and streaks of red and blue as the tears seemed to glaze over him. Then he tried to move but, was trapped. There was the overwhelming smell of smoke, an oily taste in the air and blood was pouring down his face. His whole body trembled and twisted like earth quakes erupting from within his chest. He tried to move, but he was stuck.
“Oh my god I am pinned,” he thought when the panic engulfed him like a flame as he realized that he was trapped between the dash and seat. He yanked, pushed and twisted, nothing moved. He was screaming in panic.
“I am going to die” echoed endlessly through his mind as near madness took over. He tilted his head and the cracked passenger side window was streaked with something, but he could not make out what it was. His heart raced as the idea that this would be the last few minutes of his life, set in and a thought was dancing through his mind.
“What would Natinha think if he died?”
His wished that he could have told her that he loved her and said one final good bye.
Without any effort I could have saved him, but I didn’t. If it were any other creature, I would have been torn between letting destiny be fulfilled and intervening. As I looked down, I felt nothing for this man. For the countless ages that I have existed, I had never felt this way before. I walked amongst his kind through times of peace and war; through times of great romance and discovery. Today is the first time in millennia that I have taken a life and not felt that I should save one.
He looked up, there was fire and he could feel the heat running all over his body. With all the fury of an earthquake, he ripped left and right, up and down struggling endlessly, determined that this would not be his end.
He screamed, “I am going to die, help me! I am going to be burned alive!”
No matter what he did, his eyes were starting to lose focus and the world began to blur again. There were voices around him, they all seemed to merge and blend together so that he could not distinguish which conversation was which and he could feel the fear completely consuming him. More and more blue and red lights were appearing from nowhere, then it struck again. From behind him there was the grinding sound of metal eating metal and suddenly the pressure surrounding him was bites and tearing at his flesh. Fear took over again as something was stabbing into the back his neck and he could feel the warm sweet flow of blood cover his face. He started to fight to get air and all that was there was an empty gulp of breath.
I am not sure how or where the strength came from, but he broke out from the metal coffin and as he stepped out his strength was stolen. Something was cutting across his lower back like a garden rake digging in and scraping away his flesh, but he still struggled. His legs buckled as his body seemed to twist and his balance and strength was stolen. He hit the ground and this ringing engulfed him as the back of his head smashed into the pavement. There was this explosion of white light that was immediately swallowed by darkness, then it started all over again and amongst the constant ringing in his ears he could hear this loud swiping sound over and over. This explosion of sound and light repeated over and over and anger snapped through him. He did not want to die. I could have eased his passing, but I did not want to.
Something cold was touching his neck, it reminded him of frost bite, the thought maybe, that is how death starts and a million other thoughts were splashing through his mind. There was a voice, but it was slurred or corrupted like trying to hear under water and he wondered if he had been run over or hit by some drunk driver and he was just finding him now, but before he could concentrate on the thought for long he tried to move and he could feel his whole body tremble as the flesh from his lower back was being torn away. Such a searing pain, that at times he wondered if he had been trapped in flames and there was only a charred crisp hunk of meat left. Then suddenly all the pain stopped except the electric throbbing shooting behind his ears.
His fight was ending! Even before the blood stopped smashing through his veins I could taste it in the air, death leaves a bitter taste. Then he just stood there with this empty blank look on his face not quite realizing that he was dead. The soul lingers as it tries to hang on to the physical world. His spiritual body trembled as the chill of death nipped him. These giant empty eyes just stared down at the body he once owned as the reality of his end began to set in. Visions of his life were appearing all around him. Again he thought of her, again the vision of their first meeting was all around him and as he remembered so did I because I was there. I was always there hiding in the shadows. Suddenly the space was filled with the echoes of the life that he once had, visions of the memories his heart held dear were being relived around us as he just watched speechless.
I never really put much thought into the consequences of my actions, I just killed him. It took seconds and I told myself that it was in the name of love. I told myself that the ends justified the means. I did not enjoy the feeling of power, but I didn’t regret my actions either. As I watched the beast take this precious gift from him, I decided that I wanted what he had, I wanted to be him.
The day he first saw her I was there, I was always there watching, waiting and slowly as she lived every moment of her life I was there, feeling all her happiness and heart break. Then I needed to be part of it, to feel it and taste the precious moments of her life.
Shoulders, hips, heels, shoulders, hips, heels, mentally that’s what he thought every time she entered room. That is what he always thought when he was thinking of her. Everything about her said sex appeal and he always thought that it was magic to watch her walk into a room. Head up, shoulders back, leading with her boobs, arms swinging loosely back and forth while her hips swiveled from side-to-side. Through his eyes even her hip high red mini skirt fluttered in its own rhythm with each step of the long leather covered boots. Then the distant smell of jasmine shifted through the air after she passed. Week after week it was maddening for him trying to determine what the smell was. It was not weak or strong just distant, he always knew that she was there, but so faint that it became an obsessive challenge for him. She could easily have been a model or anything else that she wanted to be. There are not enough words to describe the voice and process she used for speaking, proper, but exotic at the same time with the way her lips raised in the middle.
“Why is it that you always look down at the floor when I walk by?” She questioned him as her head bobbed from side to side casually leaning against his cubical wall, “Do I offend you?”
Her eyes seem to expand with each breathe as she continued, “Look into my eyes and talk to me, the same way you do on the phone or in my inbox, make me laugh and smile.” Her smile almost consumed her face.
He was startled for a second as he gathered his composure, his mind was blank no witty comments were there, the well was dry. Her hips, so slightly shifting as she moved each leg back and forth, and as he tried to hide his stare.
“Don’t your legs get cold in that little skirt?” Popped out and his whole head turned red as he was bitten by embarrassment. That laugh of hers shot out.
“No they do not because I have grown accustomed to the cold.” She peered for a slight second and her smile grew, “You know some women like it when a man looks at her and shows that he thinks she’s beautiful, some women appreciate the little signs as long as there is respect in it too.” She leaned into him. This sweet fragrance invaded his senses as she gently ran her fingers through his thick course hair and just stared blankly at him. “I am jealous of this lion’s mane and those seductive green eyes. Most women would be and I can tell that those eyes have broken many hearts.”
He tried not to let the shock show and muttered, “No I am the one whose heart gets broke not the heart breaker.” Her hand slipped down the side of his face, her thumb twitched against his cheek then her warm fingers tugged at his beard as she curled nose.
“Shave away this filthy thing and talk the way you write, with confidence.” Her hand shot up in an exaggerated motion. “And those sparkling green eyes will capture many hearts.” She ruffled my hair and laughed. That was the first time he thought that he could steal her heart. That was the moment that would lead him to today. It was the first step towards death and he thought that it was the beginning of his happily ever after.
I did the unspeakable and in a flash he was dead, I had let it happen to him. Well he should have been dead, but in a heartbeat we were merged together, trapped in the same body and our own internal struggle began. In a millisecond a, war of wills and desire had developed.
I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone when I arrived at Shaw University. After my last stint at love, the only thing I wanted to focus on is getting through my first semester of college without any drama. That was my intentions, until I met Shawn Walker. At first I didn’t like him. He was arrogant and cocky; someone that I could easily despised, if he wasn’t so damn sexy. But one night changed my thoughts about him. I was able to let down my guard and be myself. Now, I have a second chance at love. Will I let myself love again, or will I continue to live in the past?
After my last girlfriend cheated on me, love was not on my agenda. I tried to escape it at all costs, until I met Riana Robertson. After thinking she was like every other girl, I easily avoided being around her, but that night, when I saw what happened to her, I had to help her. I had to protect her. That night changed the way I felt about her and I realized I could fall hard for her. But will our relationship survive once she finds out the truth about me. Or will I lose her forever…
This story is intended for readers 17+ (adult content/language, sexual content/language).
Tia Simmons has been happily dating Eric Taylor for the past 6 months, and could possibly see a future with him. He’s everything Tia wants in a man- smart, funny, and extremely sexy, but she feels something is missing in the relationship. Until she finds what she’s looking for, she’ll be with Eric as long as she can.
Charles Robinson always dated women without the concept of falling in love. He doesn’t even want to think about the word considering he was at one point in his life. When his ex arrives claiming she wants another chance with him, he starts to rethink the notion that love is not a bad thing.
Although the two are living their lives, they both are centered around their best friends, Camille Anderson and Trevor Williams, who are madly in love. Seeing the two together put their own lives in prospective and wonder if their lives are where they should be; but there is one problem that have plagued them both.
Tia and Charles have known each other since high school. They were actually good friends, until one night changed their relationship forever. After that night, the two have been distanced, causing them to snip at each other any chance they got. But when a new merger unexpectedly puts Tia and Charles in the same company, the two have to come together not only for a big account, but also to settle their differences before both are out of a job.
Through a string of events, including a drunken night out, a game of strip Twister, and a wedding, the two realize that love can come when they least expect it.
(Although A Chance At Love is a sequel to In Love With My Best Friend, the book is considered a stand-alone book and can be read separately.)
When Ted Lyons accepts the new pastorate at Cherry Creek’s Community Church, he has no idea just how handy his former law enforcement skills will become. A murdered pastor, the pastor’s kidnapped wife, and their runaway daughter are only the beginning in a series of problems he wishes were part of a bad dream. Ted soon realizes he’s facing a battle better fought on his knees, in prayer, than with his gun.
As ruthless demons, summoned by an international cult – The Black Orchids – take over the town of Cherry Creek, angelic warriors are dispatched to protect the weary residents and stop a diabolical plan of destruction. By surrendering their lives to God and forming an unlikely alliance, Ted and a rag-tag group of struggling believers work together to slay the shadows of evil that threaten their very existence.
This fast-paced tale of supernatural suspense will thrill fans of Frank Peretti’s This Present Darkness and Randy Alcorn’s The Ishbane Conspiracy.
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Nuworld: Claiming Tara, Book 1 blurb:
Nuworld: Claiming Tara – the post-apocalyptic, sensually erotic saga between a warrior heiress and the ruthless, dominating leader of men who vows to possess her.
Two leaders—one world—vividly sexual and graphically violent! CLAIMING TARA will excite you, entrance you, and challenge everything you believe in.
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In a brand new world sprung up from the ashes, a young lady destined to lead the most dangerous race of warriors on the planet, embarks on a road of self-awareness, the Age of Searching.
As heir to all Runner clans on Nuworld, Tara knows their worst enemy is the Gothman race. A runner will be shot and killed on sight if discovered within Gothman borders. Yet they are a race Tara doesn’t understand. She decides to walk among them as one of their own.
It’s hard to believe that Gothman only train half their people to fight. How they are equally as powerful, or dangerous, as the Runners is beyond Tara’s comprehension. Gothman women are little more than property to their families or the men who claim them.
The leader of Gothman, Lord Darius, isn’t easily fooled. He knows there is a Runner on his soil. The second he meets Tara, he knows he’s found one of the most beautiful and enticing women he’s ever met. He also sees through her charade and knows she’s a Runner.
Darius instantly claims Tara and moves her into his home. Tara is forced to oblige or risk being killed as a Runner. Being submissive isn’t as easy as Tara thought. Taming Tara is much harder to do than Darius originally believed. As their attraction for each other grows, so does their willingness to admit that as enemies, they have a very dangerous problem.
What follows is sexually erotic, a power play between two people convinced they can tame the other, and a scandalous adventure that will test your beliefs, your scruples, and your heart.
“Reena’s niece, Tara, what are you doing here?” He had a beautiful Gothman accent. Which was odd because the mixture of slur and guttural in the dialogue wasn’t something she’d normally call beautiful.
“Waiting on my aunt.”
“In the merchants’ lane?”
Since she didn’t have an answer Tara decided it was a good time to appear submissive. But the moment she lowered her gaze, the man grabbed her chin. She flinched. At least she prayed that was how this trained warrior read her body language. In truth, it took tightening every muscle in her body not to knock the pompous man off his bike.
“I haven’t seen you before.”
“I’ve just arrived and came into town with her today for the first time.”
“I see. Well, Tara, Reena’s niece, I’ll be thanking you for breaking up the fight for my younger brother’s sake.”
Tara looked him in the eye, forgetting about submission. Younger brother, not claimed?
“You’re welcome,” she said and focused on how the loose fitting off-white shirt under his brown leather jacket didn’t prevent her from seeing how well built he was.
His expression didn’t change nor did he bother to say who he was. He also gave no indication if he thought it odd that a Gothman woman prevented a fight. Maybe the women here stopped boys from fighting. They spent their lives raising children, after all. Tara tried relaxing but the overwhelming urge to back away from his grip prevented her from doing so.
“You’re quite beautiful.” He turned her head, his grip tightening along her chin and neck. “You’ve been brought here to be claimed.”
The man didn’t make it a question. Tara quit looking at his chest and shot her attention to his face. He wasn’t looking at her but tilted her head to the side so that her hair fell over his hand. His gaze was directed lower on her body. The man took his time, moving her head as he gave her a serious once over.
There was only a moment but Tara saw it as an opportunity to learn about male Gothman. Her initial reaction wasn’t good. Never in her life had she been man-handled as if she were a product that might be purchased at will. It unnerved her. Her gut told her to fight back, force his release, demand he treat her with respect.
“That should be a successful endeavour,” he murmured and released her.
Tara stepped back involuntarily and caught herself adjusting her clothes. It seemed he still gripped her neck and her fingers fluttered to where he’d held her before looking at him.
“I’m not sure that—“ She broke off, hesitating on how to respond without giving herself away. How was she supposed to answer him? Although, it dawned on her, he hadn’t asked a question so maybe silence was best.
He looked at her a minute longer, then left her standing there and drove down the street.
Tara exhaled slowly, willing her heart to stop pounding as she walked to the sidewalk and stared after him. Her skin tingled where he’d held her chin and neck and she didn’t like the sensation. It shouldn’t matter what he said about a claiming. That wouldn’t happen. She was here to observe and that was it. But had he said thank you for breaking up the fight? Had he seen her shoot the trashcan?
Tara turned to create distance, and Darius bent one leg, blocking her path. She didn’t jump around him, or stumble over him, but merely stopped. “Is this how you take every lady who catches your eye, my lord?”
“I’ve never waited this long before.” Darius sounded amused. “But then any other lass would have submitted by now.”
Tara almost said she wasn’t any other lass. Those would have been her exact words to any other man, but Lord Darius wasn’t any other man. No man had ever stimulated her emotions like this before, much less one who kept her guessing at the same time. She might enjoy this man, and it would be a long time before she grew bored.
“Do they fall at your feet? Or do they simply strip in front of you?” Tara asked as she continued to stare at the leg blocking her path.
“Has it crossed your mind to do either?”
Tara sensed Darius’ movement and turned as he leaned forward. “No,” she stated, unable to do more as one large hand interlocked fingers with her smaller hand. Tara didn’t oppose the touch, but studied his hand, which now held hers. The rough heat from his grasp sent warmth up her arm at an amazing speed.
“I’ll teach you to submit.” Darius didn’t make the statement as a threat, but spoke the words gently, as a papa willing to show a child a new lesson.
When he pulled her to him, the only thing crossing Tara’s mind was that likewise, she would teach him manners. The intensity of his gaze, those gray eyes, so unique in color, watching her while he drew her closer, gave her the impression teaching him anything would be quite the chore. Stubborn and powerful, ruthless and aggressive, she saw the bad and the good in him with defined clarity.
She wanted to look away, anything to distract her. But damn it if she didn’t want to taste him and know the source of the heat that flooded through her with just his touch.
His arms wrapped her into him, almost crushing her in their grip. And then he kissed her.
Tara didn’t try stopping him. Placing her arms on his shoulders, then grabbing hair on either side of his head, she returned the kiss with an aggression she’d never used on a man before.
He slid her off the rock and onto the ground. His strength made her wild. All attempts to conceal her identity were forgotten. A thick fog of lust consumed her senses. His body was strong, powerful, and dangerous. It excited her more than anything had before. She fought to strip the pants away from the treasure that would be hers.
He was huge, hardened to stone. She felt, more than saw, his erection. Hhis hands were rough on her as he used confident expertise in removing her dress. It was tossed to the side and instantly forgotten. Then Darius’ hand was between her legs, testing her for moistness. Not that she wanted foreplay. This wasn’t about romance. It wasn’t as if the two of them would ever have a relationship.
“Let’s see if you fuck as well as you defy a man, my lady,” he growled.
Tara was up to the challenge. “On your back,” she insisted, pushing against him as he spoke.
Darius pushed his finger inside her instead of obeying. He did lift himself off of her partially, but only to grab her hair with his free hand and pull.
“The first lesson in submission is not telling me what to do,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers as he spoke.
This book releases in November
When a world leader’s daughter meets a clone, a doomed love affair begins.
In the year 2087, a great war erupts upon the face of the planet, destroying most of the earth. Mankind turns to cloning to survive. Over one hundred-fifty years later, the planet is divided into two factions. There is a shortage of food and an abundance of illness. Most live on the scraps of the wealthy, who wallow in excess.
This is the world Olivia Braun inherits. Sick from birth, she wakes up from surgery with a new heart, only to discover she is the youngest president of Aeropia, an empire that has created and used clones to maintain their position of power since the bombs dropped, but her rise to power was no accident and the fall won’t be either. Before her transplant, Olivia conspired with a clone to free those Aeropia had enslaved.
Now, enemies lie in wait, hidden among the population. Even friends can no longer be trusted, and Olivia must make a choice that will decide the fate of the free world. Before her tale of corruption, forbidden love and war ends, the mighty will be brought to their knees.
By a clone.
Would you sacrifice love for a greater cause?
After months on the run, Olivia has changed forever, but even more than she, Axel’s transformation is alarming. Buried deep inside the man is a monster, one that only shows his face when handed power. He’s got that now and much more. Axel is convinced she’s his soul, his reason for living and he will do anything to hold onto her and the freedom he’s won–no matter the cost.
Marcus Axis is searching for his wife. When he finally finds her, letting go is the last thing he plans to do. But is he after total control of Aeropia, that which Olivia and Axel hold to add to the territory he’s claimed already, or does he speak the truth when he claims he wants a family and he wants it with her, that she’s the only way to heal a fractured country?
Torn between the man of her past and the one who could change the future by fusing Aeropia back together, Olivia is determined to make the right choice for her people this time, even if heart desires something else.
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