Saturday, October 25, 2014

Sneak Peek at a Work in Progress

Want a sneak peek into one of my works in progress?

This story features LizBeth and Christien. If you’ve read the novella, Eternal Desire, you’ll be familiar with the characters.

The title is a work in progress itself. I haven’t really found one that fits the vibe I want yet. If you have any suggestions after reading this sample feel free to email me.

The setting is loosely based on the Henderson Castle in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Rumored to be haunted but open as a Bed and Breakfast my husband and decided to spend a night in the castle…it was interesting. I’ve included a few images with this intro section of the story.

The history I created regarding the past owners and residents of the castle is completely fictional, especially the part about it once being a brothel. I took creative license and spun a new history for my erotic tale.

The Inn of Amorous Apparitions
By Roxanne Rhoads

The drive to Kalamazoo was uneventful and the city itself unremarkable.
It looked pretty much like every other Michigan city I’d been to. Shiny new buildings stuck out between historical buildings in various states of decay.
On the outskirts of town the business districts had seen better days. You could tell some areas were poor. Closer to downtown the once industrial buildings were in various stages of abandonment or gentrification.
The main strip of downtown Kalamazoo bustled with restaurants, shops and other businesses.
The bed and breakfast Inn I was looking for was on the outskirts of downtown Kalamazoo, in the “college town” area. As I drove I took note of the numerous Victorians in all states from boarded up and falling down to lived-in but long past their original glory to fully restored and beautiful.
I thought it pretentious that the Victorian I was heading to was called a castle. Yes, Victorians can be downright gorgeous, but worthy of the title castle? Not one I’d been to, and I’d been to many, many Victorians. They were almost always haunted. You can’t accumulate that much history without holding onto at least one restless spirit.
Every city had ghosts. Some were just more prevalent than others.
New Orleans has always been one of the most haunted locations in the United States. It was where I used to call home. But the devastating aftermath of Hurricane Katrina more than quadrupled the number of lost souls floating around the city. They wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried to help as many as I could but they tormented me night and day, whether they meant to or not. Their lost cries, the pushing and prodding they inflicted on me once they realized I could sense them…I finally couldn’t take it anymore and left. Packed up my business and joined friends in Michigan. They send work my way constantly.
Like the place I was headed now. Radcliff Castle, a Victorian built in 1895 that was being renovated and turned into a bed and breakfast. That’s all I knew. I never did background research because I didn’t like names or historical facts to influence my investigation until after I got a feel for the place and the spirits inhabiting it.
I spotted the sign for the castle and turned to drive up a steep hill. As the house came into view I gasped. I suddenly understood why it was called a castle. The title was not pretentious at all. This was the grandest example of a Queen Anne Victorian I had ever seen. Made of sandstone and brick the building sported turrets and towers that gave it the unquestionable look of a castle, this was Victorian elegance at its finest.

I parked my car and stepped out. I stood there, absorbing the feel of the place. History clawed at my senses but I was seeking spirits, not the heaviness of the past.
Unease hung in the air, not an eerie vibe like most haunted places had but a weird vibe, it reminded me of nervous energy, the kind you get when you’re really excited about something. It was intense, full of expectation, need. Definitely not the feel of your average haunted house.
I walked around the building looking for an entrance and finally found a path that led to a long wrap around porch. The porch was quite lovely and contained small bistro dining sets. A nice touch for guests who wished to enjoy the open air.
I entered and walked up to a desk and rang the bell. While waiting I glanced around. To my left was a formal dining room. To my right I could see a bar and various doors and openings that probably led to a kitchen and other rooms. To the right of the desk was a staircase.
A busty blonde bustled in from one of the side rooms on my left. Her attire and demeanor were all business. She must be the owner, Barbara, who I had spoken with on the phone.
 “LizBeth, thank you so much for coming. I’ve heard great things about you and about your skills communicating with ghosts.”
“Thank you, Barbara. So you have experienced a lot of ghostly activity here?” I glanced around the castle; it sure looked like the type of place that would have ghosts. I could feel its history reaching out to me. I have been in many Victorians over the years searching for ghosts, but none this fancy. It was not truly a castle, but the over the top extravagance gave it a royal appeal. Now Barbara simply called it the Castle Inn.
“Let me show you around a bit,” She gestured for me to follow her.
As we walked around I paid close attention to details. Sometimes the smallest thing could make a difference when it came to hauntings. Occasionally it was an object that was haunted and not the location. One never knew until immersing themselves into the haunt.
On the surface the Castle Inn was in top shape. It appeared to have been completely restored and from what I could tell everything was original, from the elaborate trim and crown molding to the built in buffet in the large formal dining room and the bar in the back. It was breathtakingly exquisite.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from this job. When Barbara called she didn’t give many details over the phone. Just that she wanted me to check out her new Inn for spectral activity. She probably wanted me to rid the place of the spirits that were scaring away customers.
“Rumor has it that the Inn was once a brothel, of course it was simply advertised as a boarding house after Mr. Radcliff passed away. Stories swirl about this place. There were a lot of fights, several deaths…it all leads to ghostly tales, you know?”
She continued talking as we walked through the grand building, her pointing out various rooms and historically significant things as we went along. “I bought the Victorian from the great, great grand-daughter of the brothel’s madam. Can you believe the same family owned it for over 100 years? Amazing. It all started with the Radcliff’s. The story goes that Mr. Radcliff built this big mansion in 1895 for his wife, the love of his life. A few years later he was killed over some gambling debts and the widow was left destitute, she had to turn the Inn into a boarding house, renting out rooms just so she could afford to keep the place.  But the rooms were mostly rented to lovely young women who had a lot of male visitors. And the parties they had…” she winked at me. “It must have been one wild whore house…the things I found in this place. Wow.” Her eyes were bright with excitement.
The mention of interesting historical items grabbed my attention. Antiques were one of my hobbies. Anything related to the past, to history. I loved it. “What kinds of things?” I asked inquisitively.
“Oh very naughty things from the brothel. All kinds of lewd and lascivious objects,” Her eyes glittered and her grin was mischievous. My opinion was changing about her. At first I took her for an uptight Inn owner, suddenly I was getting a new vibe. One I thought I was really going to like.
I smiled slyly, “Really? Did you keep them?”
“Of course, they have a historical connection to this place. I had to. I created a room just for all the historical ‘artifacts’.” Her little air quote was emphasized with a naughty grin.
She led me to a small ladies’ sitting room on the second floor that was set up a like a museum of historical kink. I gasped. There were numerous sex toys and contraptions from the Victorian era. Unbelievably bawdy pornographic photos were hanging framed on the wall and displayed all over the room- everything from daguerreotypes and tin types to more modern style images. I had never seen such a collection of antique porn. “Are these images of the women that worked here?” I asked as I walked around studying each fascinating object in the room.
“I believe most of them are. Some have names and dates on the back or along the bottom edge of the images, some had dates and names written in the cardboard frames.”
“Extraordinary…” I murmured as I continued to look around the room.
Corsets, bloomers and other unmentionables were displayed in glass cases hung artfully on the wall. It was a decadent display of Victorian era sexuality.  It is quite funny that historical accounts often lead us to believe the Victorians were sexually repressed prudes. The couples and groups in the photographs were anything but prudish…and the toys were quite ingenious. In fact many of the antiquities were quite raunchy. I loved it.
“Check out the book case.” She pointed to a small bookcase in the corner. I perused the titles pulling out a few to browse the pages. Several were illustrated manuals full of sexual positions, naughty books full of hand drawn and colored nudes. It was spectacular.
“What a collection. It’s marvelous.”
Barbara practically radiated excitement. “I know. It sets the whole theme of this place, what I envision it to become.”
I looked at her quizzically.
“I want this to be a sexual retreat. An escape where people can indulge in eroticism.”
“Oh, I think I’m beginning to understand. You want me to try and get rid of the ghosts so it has a sexy vibe not a scary vibe.”
Barbara looked away biting her lip and I’m pretty sure she blushed, “Actually, I want you to try and get the ghosts to come out more. And indulge.”
“Pardon me?” No one had ever asked me to rile up ghosts and make them more active.
“You see…the ghosts here are rumored to be…well…very randy. There have been reports over the years of guests being aroused, fondled, and pleasured by people unseen.”
“And you believe this?” I asked. I had dealt with a lot of ghosts over the years- mad ghosts, confused ghosts, and mostly harmless apparitions but horny ghosts? Never, well almost never. Halloween was a different story. Ghosts tended to indulge in all kinds of fleshy decadence when the veil was lifted… and the one Halloween I spent in New Orleans…well you can multiple that by…oh I don’t know, like a thousand. That night was the most decadently debauched ghostly encounter I had ever had- and I didn’t even have sex with any of the ghosts. My vampire boyfriend whisked me away before I could be caught up in the spell.
 It was the magic in New Orleans to blame for those ghostly encounters, most places didn’t have the kind of mojo a ghost would need for extended fleshy interaction…even on Halloween.
“I’ve only been open a few months but I’ve been here two years- cleaning, renovating. A lot of people have stayed with me during this time. After their stay one couple approached me cautiously and told me about their threesome…with one of the ladies from the brothel. Later a male friend of mine woke up in the middle of the night to find himself being stroked. This continued until he was satisfied. Very satisfied. He never seen the woman, but he felt her and claimed he could smell her perfume. Another man, also alone in his room, suddenly found himself with two young and attractive women pleasuring him in ways he had only fantasized about.”
“Sounds like a couple horny and lonely men with very active imaginations.” I still wasn’t sold on carnal haunts.
This time Barbara definitely blushed. “I would be inclined to agree had it not been for the first account from the couple. And I have seen scantily clad women in Victorian era garb running around the house late at night. One time during renovations I walked into a bedroom and a naked couple were going at it on a bed…that wasn’t there. I squeaked in surprise and they disappeared.”

“Seeing remnants of the past are one thing, but interaction, especially sexual interaction between spirits and the living, it is crazy. I mean, if it were Halloween yes, spirits tend to crave the flesh and when the clock strikes midnight sometimes they get their wish. But everyday interaction,” I shook my head.
“I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve…” she stammered, “I’ve not only seen the spirits but um, uh, I’ve had sex with them, too.” Now her entire body was flushed. It crept down her neck and across her ample cleavage.
“You had sex with a ghost?” I asked incredulously.
“The first time I had just stepped out of the shower. I was applying lotion and I felt a nudge against my bottom. I looked behind me but nothing was there. I thought I was imagining things, you know, getting easily spooked being all alone in this place. I ignored it, bent back over and continued rubbing the lotion down my legs.”
She stopped and squirmed a little. “After I applied lotion to my backside, I felt a penis slide across my buttocks, nudge into my crevice and push against my opening. I freaked out and pulled away. Again nothing was behind me. Then I turned and looked into the full length mirror beside me. A gorgeous man was behind me, his very large, very erect penis standing proud. I don’t know what came over me but I bent over and offered myself to him. As he slid into me the room swirled and filled with mist. Voices whispered to me. I could feel caresses everywhere on my body. He continued to thrust into me. It was so…it was like nothing I ever experienced before. I came over and over. My knees were shaking and my legs were threatening to give out when I felt him orgasm. Then poof, he was gone.” Her bottom lip was trembling and I could see her trying to refrain from squeezing her thighs together. Barbara was becoming very aroused just talking about the encounter.
It was getting very hot in the tiny little room filled with sexual items. I was getting very hot. I couldn’t believe it but I was being seduced by the thought of spectral sex. I stifled the urge to fan myself.
“Have you had any other encounters?” I asked. I suddenly wanted to know more. In great and explicit detail.
She giggled. “Oh yes, he’s been back several times. Sometimes he brings a female friend, or two. I never imagined anything could be so erotic. The orgasms are like magic.”
“And you want me to convince the ghosts to come out and play more?” I was beginning to think this job was going to be a lot of fun.
“Yes, with guests. I think the shades have become used to me and they know I enjoy them but they are still very shy around guests, sometimes too shy and quiet. I’ve had several people pay a lot to stay in here in ‘the haunted brothel”. They want the ghostly experience. But they are very disappointed when nothing happens.”
“So people want to have sex with ghosts?”  I wondered absentmindedly if there were any bad side effects from getting amorous with an apparition.
“Yes, spectrophilia is becoming quite popular. I can see why. It’s amazing.”
“Spectrophilia? There’s a word for it?” Wow, I was behind in my ghost hunting research if I didn’t even know there was a word for ghost sex.
“Oh yes, a word for it, websites about it, lots if chatroom talk, too. It’s becoming the new ‘thing”. You should try it. I guarantee nothing could ever compare.” At that point Barbara did fan herself.
I doubted that ghost sex is that great. What I witnessed in New Orleans had been spectacular, but they weren’t technically ghosts at the time. They had been fully corporeal after the veil had lifted.  Anyway, I had great sex all the time. My vampire boyfriend knows how to rock my world. Woo, nothing could hold a candle to what a vampire can do when it comes to sex. My vamp is a rock solid male with centuries of skills, an exquisite sexual appetite, and has enough sex magick and pheromones to spin me into a seductive surrender in 2.2 seconds. Not that he even needed the magick and pheromones, those were just fun bonuses.
“I’ll take your word for it.” I said with a grin suddenly wishing Christien was with me so I could drag him to our room. I couldn’t wait for him to join me.
“So, you’ll take the job?” she looked hopeful.
“Sure, I’ll give it a shot. It sounds a lot easier than my normal gigs. Most of the times I have to rid a place of spirits which can take elaborate research and a lot of convincing to get them to move on, sometimes even an exorcism.  You just want me to let them know it’s okay to come out and play.”
“Yes, heavy emphasis on the coming part. Ghostly orgasms will make you see stars.” The look on Barbara’s face convinced me that she would be heading to her room for some boogie man banging once we were done talking.
“Great, I’m in.”
“Wonderful, let me show you to your room. It’s in the tower. The room has had a lot of spirit sightings but no physical contact. It was once part of Mr. and Mrs. Radcliff’s adjoining suite of rooms. But later was sealed up into just one room. There is a shy doxy that haunts that room. She is petite and very busty. I catch a glimpse of her occasionally but she never comes out to play with any of the guests. Hopefully you can change that.” With a smile she turned and left me at the doorway to my room.
I watched as Barbara quickly and headed down the hall and enter a room at the far end by the stairs. Within several minutes I heard some murmuring followed by moaning. My hunches were right. Barb called her ghostly boyfriend for some nookie. This was going to be an interesting job.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Interview: The Asylum Tales by Jocelynn Drake


Do you write in different genres? If yes which is your favorite genre to write?

Yes, I do. Since I started writing stories many, many years ago, I have written fantasy, historical romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, paranormal romance, mainstream fiction, ménage romance, science-fiction, speculative literary fiction, and … well stories that I’m still not sure what genre they’d technically fall in.  I love writing.  When I sit down at the keyword or pick up a pen, my fingers just happily follow along the insane wanderings of my imagination.

With each genre comes a specific writing style, language, plotting and character development. I think urban fantasy and fantasy tend to be my favorite because I enjoy playing with magic in my worlds. However, romance gives me a nice break to think differently about my characters and their problems.  

Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?

The title of the book always, always, always comes last.  I am horrible at titling books.  I typically don’t title the book until my editors comes to me and says that we need to finish preparations and we can’t publish this book as Book #2.  

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

I have always considered Kim Harrison as my mentor.  We met many years ago by luck and we keep in somewhat regular contact despite our respective busy schedules.  Kim has given me some advice on writing, improving my skill, but I think what I value most are her efforts to make me a better person.  She reminds me to pass along my good luck and knowledge to those authors still trying to find their place in this industry.  She reminds me to keep pushing and working hard when things look dark.   Book publishing is a hard business that will swallow you whole if you stop for a second.  You have to keep moving forward and believe in yourself.  My mentor has helped me to hold on to that drive.

What books are in your to read pile?

My reading habits tend to be quite sporadic and all over the place.  I never know when I’m going to have time to devote to a book and when I do have that time, I usually stop to spend it writing rather than reading.  However, I am working on Anthony Bourdain’s Medium Raw, Margaret Weiss and Tracy Hickman’s Dragons of Autumn Twilight, Scott Lynch’s The Lies of Locke Lamora, and Kerrelyn Sparks’ How to Seduce a Vampire (Without Really Trying). My next books to read will be Richard Kadrey’s The Getaway God and I want to reread Kim Harrison’s Rachel Morgan series leading up to the final book, The Witch With No Name. 

Do you have to travel much to do research for your books?

I would love to travel so I can get first-hand knowledge of the locations that I write about. My Dark Days series had books set in Peru, England, Egypt, Italy, and Hungary. Alas, sadly, plane tickets are extremely expensive, so I don’t get to travel as much as I would like.  For the most part, my research is limited to Internet research, travel books, and talking to people who have visited the places that I wish to write about.

Do you have a song or playlist (book soundtrack) that you think represents this book?

I don’t have a book soundtrack, but there are certain songs or bands that I’ve come to associate with characters from the series.   Gage, my warlock turned tattoo artist, has been largely associated with Shaman’s Harvest, Cage the Elephant, and the Raconteurs — though he has definitely had some Nine Inch Nails moments.  If I had to pick one song, “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant is very much Gage.  

For Trixie, I associate Dropkick Murphys with the elf, particularly the song “Dirty Glass.”

Bronx the troll is far more laid back so I tend to prefer Pink Floyd when I’m working on a Bronx-heavy scene.  If I had to pick one song for him, I think he’d appreciate “Shine on You Crazy Diamond.”

What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?

At the moment, I’m finishing up some edits and plotting an entirely new book.  I wrote a spin-off from the Dark Days series on a whim and I’m quite pleased with it.  I haven’t decided what I will do with it next, but it was fun to work in that world again.  I’m down to the last 15,000 words of a contemporary romance that I have been tinkering with for a few years in my spare time.  And finally, I have begun the long process of mapping out an entirely new world for a series of fantasy novels that I’d like to write.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Just keep writing. The road to publication is long and winding, filled with pitfalls.  You’re skill will be questioned.  And so will your sanity. But if you love it, it’s worth it.  Just keep writing.

Demon's Fury
The Asylum Tales
Book 3.1
Jocelynn Drake

Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse
Release Date: October 14, 2014

Book Description:

Jocelynn Drake continues her successful urban fantasy series, Asylum Tales, with Demon’s Fury, set in a world where elves, faeries, trolls, werewolves, and vampires walk free among humanity.

Powerful warlock and tattoo artist Gage has managed to escape the magical Ivory Towers who terrorize the rest of humans and monsters – but at a price.

Now he must join forces with his nemesis Gideon to stop an unknown entity who is using old magic to commit gruesome murders. And if that’s not keeping him busy enough, an investigator recruits Gage to help her track a killer … who might be targeting tattoo artists.

Available at Amazon

Demon's Vow
The Asylum Tales
Book 3.2
Jocelynn Drake

Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse
Release Date: October 21, 2014
ISBN 006235941X
ISBN13: 9780062359414

Bestselling author Jocelynn Drake continues her urban fantasy series with the second installment of the Final Asylum Tales, Demon’s Vow.

Book Description:

Tattoo artist and warlock Gage is having a rough week. He’s trying to track down a mysterious murderer in Low Town while also chasing a powerful entity using forbidden Death Magic across the nation.

When Gage discovers the two forces may be trying to unite, the stakes get even higher. With Gideon’s help, Gage is determined to stop the murderers before anyone else gets hurt – including his girlfriend, Trixie.

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Inner Demon
The Asylum Tales
Jocelynn Drake  

Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse
Release Date: October 28, 2014
ISBN 0062359428
ISBN13: 9780062359421

Gage is a powerful warlock in Low Town, where elves, faeries, trolls, goblins, and vampires walk free among humanity. But there are two dangerous entities murdering families and children, and Gage needs to stop them before anybody else gets hurt.

When Gage discovers a demon locked away it offers him access to dark magic in exchange for its freedom – a dangerous opportunity, but one that could save his loved ones. Gage must choose between what is right and what is easy … except he’s running out of time.

Available at Amazon

About the Author:

By day, Jocelynn Drake is a clean-cut financial editor, picking apart stories about Wall Street and the global markets. But in her free time, she writes about a dark underworld where vampires and warlocks rule.

The author of Dark Days and Asylum Tales series, she lives in Florida with her husband, dog, and cat. When she's not working on her next book, she's usually hiding from the sun by playing video games.

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A Halloween Short Story by R.M. Garry Author of Beacon of Sound

Demon Bride

This Halloween, I am finally going to tell a story that only my father knows about. Since I am an author, reality and fiction will run together so don’t bother verifying any of this information. Just keep in mind that most of this story is true. Names and ages have been changed to protect the naughty. Everyone in this story is of legal drinking age.  Hope you enjoy the story.

R.M. Garry

Halloween Many Moons Ago

I have always had a deep love for Kompa music. Even as a little girl, the sound of live instruments setting the mood for the beautiful voice of a lead singer excited me. As a woman, Kompa became more than Haitian dancehall music. It was the embodiment of passion on the dance floor. The lead singer would seduce you with his erotic words while the band kept your body moving.  No woman can resist the pull of Kompa music. The songs could last for 15 to 20 minutes each depending on how the band felt that night. The feeling of being caressed by the music and my partner always left me high and needy.  One night my favorite band came to Tampa. It would be my first opportunity to see T-Vice live. Just the thought of dancing for the lead singer made me hot. Yes, I was the ultimate groupie except I never slept with any members of the band.

The concert was on Halloween night which fell on a Friday that year. My friend David was kind enough to buy tickets for the concert. We weren’t dating but loved dancing close to our favorite bands. We would go together but expected to leave separately that night. I would drive home alone to study for my biology test and he would take some willing woman to his bed. David was gorgeous. He had dark chocolate eyes and perfect chestnut skin. He was 6’1” and covered in muscle. I guess playing wide receiver for the university’s football team did wonders for his body. I was overjoyed and wanted to kiss David for the gift.

“David, if you didn’t freely give your body to everyone, I would go home with you tonight.”

“Wow Reya, I have tried to get you naked so many times that the thought of bedding you gives me blue balls. Now I find out that concert tickets to an amazing Haitian band would have done the trick.”

“Shut it David. I will meet you at the door at 7:15.”

“Again Reya, you are always late but will be on time for T-Vice. They must have super powers.”

“Yes they do David. They are music Gods. Behave or no sexy dance for you tonight.”

“Later Reya.”

“Later David.”

I poured three hours into getting ready. My hair took an hour to flat iron and curl. My makeup consisted of blood red lipstick and dark eyeliner. I wanted to look mysterious and seductive. Even if I was coming home to my books, I still wanted to have a good time. The outfit that was sitting in the back of my closet would finally see the light. It was a short red dress that had the entire middle cutout except for a small connecting strip down the right side. The outfit required a strapless bra which was nearly impossible for my double D breasts. For T-Vice, I forced my boobs into cooperation.   The outfit was completed by a pair of black 5 inch strappy sandals. My feet would be sore in the morning, but it would be worth it.

I arrived at 7:10 and waited in my car for David. True to form, David arrived at 7:15. I saw him approaching my car.  He was deliciously dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a dark green dress shirt. The shirt as rolled up at the sleeves which revealed his serpent tattoo. He opened my door and took my hand. I stood up and he whistled.

“Damn girl, you are going to get me into a fight tonight. These men will want to devour you.”

“I don’t need to be devoured David. I just want to dance and if they get carried away, you know the signal.”

We had developed a unique way of signaling for help. I would play the irritated girlfriend if a girl turned into a dance floor stalker and he would do the same for me. All it took was holding four fingers in the air. It was weird but worked especially with aggressive men.  We entered the dance hall and I was immediately caressed by the lead singer’s voice. Every single note in the melody called to me. David gave the promoter our tickets and we made our way to the dance floor. The first song was Sensation. I gave myself over to David and the music. Our bodies touched, rubbed, and swayed. David held me close and rubbed my back as we fell deeper into the band’s rhythm. His sure touch combined with the erotic music made me almost forget the man in my arms was David. David must have felt the same way. 

He leaned down and whispered a confession. His voice was deep and needy.

“Reya, I have to dance with someone else on the next song. If we do this all night, we are going home together. We are different tonight. I can feel it.”

“Ok David, but rescue me.”

“Always Reya.”

The song ended and we parted ways. I went towards the bar and he buried himself in the crowd. My skin was humming from the sensual touch of David’s firm hands. David was right. We were different tonight. At any given moment, I would have went home with him and changed the simplicity of our friendship.  The bartender caught a glimpse of my red dress and came over.

“Ki sa ou anvi bel fanm. What do you desire beautiful woman.”

“Wonm kokoye ak cola. Coconut Rum and coke.”

The bartender mixed the drink and handed it to me. I reached into my purse to pay when I felt a firm hand on my arm. I looked up and fell into the most vivid hazel eyes I had ever seen. They were electric. My throat went dry as I attempted to look away. My eyes finally came back to life and I saw the rest of him. His skin was golden brown and seemed to glow against his white dress shirt. As if the package was not delicious enough, the shirt molded to his well-defined muscles. His slacks fit his perfect hips. My body ignited into flames. He was hot. The man handed the bartender a $20 and pulled me away from the bar. I finally found my good sense and voice.

“Thank you for the drink Mr…”

“Jacob. What is your name beauty?”

He was a classic Haitian man. Every woman was beauty to a Haitian man.

“My friends call me Reya.”

“What is your real name?”

“One drink does not buy you that much Jacob.”

“Does it buy me a dance Reya?”

“Ok, let me finish my drink.”

Ok, this is the point where my too pretty to spill my drink instincts kicked in.  I sipped slowly. Jacob watched me and I felt like prey. He leaned in and stroked the length of my throat as I tilted my head back to finish the last of my drink.

“I want to kiss your throat Reya. Will you let me?”

He was so close I could smell his cologne. It smelled fresh yet subtle. I didn’t respond verbally. I tilted my head back and he kissed me gently. Heat pooled in my belly and I almost melted on the spot. He stepped back and led me to the dance floor. Jacob wrapped his strong hands around my waist and pulled me in close. His thigh was placed in between my legs. T-Vice started playing Loving You and our bodies began to move. We were not dancing. 

Jacob was making love to me. My sex pulsed every time it rubbed against his thigh. The music grew louder and Jacob held me even tighter. His breath tickled my ear when he leaned in really close to whisper.

“Moan for me Reya. I know you want to. Give it to me beauty.”

Like a finely tuned cello, I moaned for Jacob. I closed my eyes and Jacob dug a hand into my hair and made our bodies rub even tighter. I moaned then whimpered. As the song hit a crescendo, an orgasm tore through my body.  Before I could cry out, he captured my lips. He sucked each one then pushed his tongue into my willing mouth. He tasted so sweet. It was as if his mouth was made of the silkiest chocolate. The kiss turned molten and his hand dug into my hip. Jacob pulled away and I looked into his hazel eyes.

“Give yourself to me Reya. Let me take you to a place you have never been. I want to conquer you mind body and soul. All you have to do is say yes.”

He kissed my throated and pushed me towards another climax. My eyes rolled shut. I was lost in his touch. I wanted to give myself to Jacob. I needed to go to this place. Yet my mind and mouth responded with “No.”

I opened my eyes to find David smiling down at me.

“You called for a rescue so here I am.”

“When did I call?”

“I looked over a minute ago and saw your fingers and came right over. I am not sure who I was saving you from because you were dancing alone.”

“You didn’t see the guy practically doing me on the dance floor.”

David looked concerned. Then he nodded as if coming to some decision.

“Reya, it’s time to go home.”

“Ok David.”

I never said a word to David about Jacob. The whole experience left me cold. I called my dad in the morning and told him almost everything. I left out every bit of the naughty stuff except for the kiss. He told me that there is an old legend told in the countryside of Haiti. 

Demons will often take the form of human men in order to claim brides. On days like Halloween or The Day of the Dead, demons are extremely powerful. Some part of me realized that Jacob was very bad and it caused me to call for a rescue.  If not for David, I would have been a Demon bride. The next time you run into a man named Jacob on Halloween say no and run away.

I hope you enjoyed the story.  Happy Halloween.

~R.M. Garry

Beacon of Sound
The Noir Dera     
Book 1
R.M. Garry

Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 9781310047725

Number of pages: 247
Word Count: 86,260

Cover Artist: Brandi Doane McCann

Book Description:

There is no way to fight desire and destiny. Marie is going to learn that the only way to win is to give in.

Marie DeLou has everything a successful counselor could ever want. Her mental health practice is thriving and she can help most clients without trying. In addition to a great career, she’s married to a sexy, doting neurologist. Marie has convinced herself that her perfect life is quiet and nothing will change it. Little does she know that a freight train of a man named Patrick Alvang is about to tear right through her quiet existence and turn the world as she knows it upside down.

Prince Patrick Alvang of the Noir Dera has one job to do. His mission is to reveal the truth to Marie and save her from the danger lurking within her walls. The plan is simple that is, until he gets to know the damsel in distress and decides he wants to devour her instead. Saying that Marie is stubborn would be an understatement, so he’ll have to play dirty if he wants to save the damsel and claim Marie as his Na-Ou. Saving a reluctant woman is hard work, but Patrick is sure to enjoy every last erotic second of his undertaking.

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About the Author:

R.M. Garry lives with her three male children a.k.a the wolf pack and her husband of 12 years.

Writing allows her to maintain her sanity while juggling her world.

Her goal is to give readers a brief escape from the realities of their world.

When she isn’t writing, R.M. is reading and keeping up with her favorite authors. 

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