Hi All!

Well, some of you may have been aware of my initial project/offering to the romance community, literalseduction.com.  While I believe this project to be a success, I admit that it drained on my time.  So, I went searching for a way to automate the process, so that I don’t have to be as intimately involved with setting authors up for space.  Enter, literalseduction.net.  Now, authors can sign-up and be automatically granted access to their host space and setting up their website.  There’s a control panel, add-on domains, subdomains, instant installation of many popular scripts (wordpress included) and much more.  All for free.  There will be a small text link type ad at the bottom of each page simply proclaiming that the site is hosted by literalseduction.net and partnered with my design co, LS Designs.net.  That’s it!

So, literalseduction.net is my first offering, but I’m planning another free host site and I need your help:

Woot!  Tuesday wrote chapter four this week and it’s wicked cool!

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Her heart pounded with every step she took. Ba boom. Ba boom. Ba boom. Each step echoed through her mind as Isis ran for her life. Sweat coated her flesh and slid down her skin in thin rivulets of water. It wasn’t until she was forced to run through the club that Isis realized just how large In Darkness was.

Each foot she took seemed to take an eon. She moved to the right, sliding past an arguing couple.

Two vampires. The man would rather be hunting. The female was determined to spend the night dancing.

Isis envied her as she glided through an open doorway which lead to a smaller, more private dance floor.

The door had barely closed behind her when she heard his voice. She hadn’t run far enough, fast enough.

“Why do you run when you know you’ll be caught?” His voice was dark, deep, and painfully seductive.

Isis pushed aside the need she felt as she listened to the intoxicating tone of his words and reached behind her. Her hands shook as she tightened her fingers around the cool metal door knob.

She swallowed thickly. “Running is natural when you are faced with death.”

“Is it?” He took a step forward, just one step and yet it felt as though he stood right before her. He was calling out to her. The very essence of his being demanded she come to him. She fought it off and focused on what she wanted, no needed.

She rotated her wrist. A cool sense of calm flowed through her when the knob turned in her grip.

“Don’t you believe life is worth living?” She answered his question with her own. She spoke the words as she finished turning the doorknob. The final click of the release was covered by her statement.

A statement that had caught him off guard. He stilled, hard, chiseled face frozen with confusion. “No, I do not believe that life is worth living.” He said the statement so matter of fact. It was as though he was telling her what time it was.

His veiled pain broke off a little piece of her heart.

“Every life is worth living.” Isis threw the words over her shoulder before ripping the door open and running out of the room.  Her feet pounded the ground as she made her way through the club, zigzagging through couples, whipping past small groups of friends and avoiding strangers to make her way to the front of the club.

Exit.

The red, brightly lit sign called out to her as adrenaline pumped thick and hot through her veins. She took in a deep sigh of relief when she saw that the thick door stood open. Her release was at hand. Her heart rate increased with every step she took. And then she did it. She was over the threshold.

Cool air moved over her skin, lifted the dark strands of her hair as she ran the outer length of the goth club. She groaned when pain laced her side. A stitch.

She had to fight past it. She had to ignore the ache and keep going.

He came out of nowhere, stepping from the shadows to stand right before her.

Isis ran straight into his hard chest. She bounced back and her bottom hit the floor. “Shit.”

He reached down and grabbed her arms, lifting her to her feet. Isis found her back against the cool, hard, cement wall. Vincent pressed his body up against hers. She could feel every inch of him. His rock hard chest. The sculpted planes of his flat stomach. The corded muscles of his long thick thighs. And the bulge between them.

She took in a deep breath.

It was meant to calm her.

With the soft act she took in his scent, a dizzying combination of male, need, and danger. It was anything but calming.

“This running thing has got to stop.”

She licked her lips slowly. His gaze lowered to her mouth and he watched the slow glide of her tongue across her lower lip. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Isis could feel the need that coated every inch of his hard frame, deepen, become stronger.

“Fine, then get it over with.” She spit the words out through her clenched teeth. The truth was she was tired. Tired of running. Tired of living in the shadows. Tired of waiting for death to come to her.

Vincent leaned forward and brushed his lips across her cheek. She shivered, took a breath and brought her knee up. His large rough palm caught her knee before it collided with his balls.

She was tired, yes. But she wasn’t so exhausted she was going to give up living.

“Somebody’s been a bad, bad girl.”

He slowly lowered her leg, gliding his fingers up her thigh, caressing her as the callused pads of his fingers danced upon the leather pants she wore. She shuddered when they reached the area where hip met thigh.

Her lips parted as she sucked in air. Her gaze lifted to his. He moved closer to her. Less than a step, but it made all the difference. She could feel his very heartbeat.

“Are you going to do it or not?”

She hated the wait. Isis had never been one for patience and that wasn’t about to stop in the handsome face of death.

“I haven’t decided. It seems so wrong to kill something so pure, so beautiful.”

Her eyes widened as his words rolled over her, sunk deep beneath her skin. She hated him almost immediately. Her arms swung up in an ark. Both hands landed on his shoulders in a chopping style just as she brought up her right knee. This time she made contact. With both his shoulders and gut.

He groaned and grabbed her arms. With a tight jerk he pulled them down to her side. Vincent spun then around in a circle knocking her back against the wall. Forcing the breath from her chest with the impact.

“Two for two, somebody’s batting a hundred.”

She glared at him.

Vincent was playing games with her. Isis knew exactly what he was, what he was capable of. He was unlike anyone she’d ever read before. He was part shadow dweller, part succubus, and part vampire.

“What are you waiting for? Do it! Do what you do!”

He smiled. “And what is it that I do?”

Her glare hardened. “You know exactly what you’re capable of.”

“Hmmm, Sola told me about you. Special, aren’t you? You’re supposed able to see other’s powers, their capabilities. Must be a bitch.”

She blinked at him.

He waited for her. Finally, she spoke. “It has its bad days.”

“Like today.”

“Yes.”

“You know what death at my hands means.”

It was a statement, not a question. Still, she felt the need to answer. “Yes, it’s not actually death. Not in the sense most people think.”

Vincent was part shadow dweller. The embrace of a shadow dweller meant both death and condemnation. Once a human was embraced by a shadow dweller, their souls joined their ranks of the Dwellers. The dead were forced to live among the shadows and remain in limbo forever. It was death and yet a fate worse than it at the same time.

Isis knew she was walking to her death when she went to visit Sola. Death she could accept. Death at Sola’s hands had been preferable to life at the mercy of the man her family had sold her to. But living as a Shadow Dweller with no soul was another thing.

She’d take her own life or run forever before she became a shadow.

Vincent watched her, intense eyes roaming over the planes of her face before returning to hold her own gaze. “You do have the gift of sight, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Such a shame that your death will be on my hands.”

He leaned low and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth opened automatically, allowing his thrusting tongue access to the deepest recesses of her mouth. Vincent took her what she offered, kissing her like a man starved. His tongue moved her tongue to tangle with hers, coax her into a dance.

He pulled back when they were both breathing hard. “You are dangerous, young seer.”

She stared at him as she tried to capture her breath. She did not know what to say in response to his words, in response to the smoldering heat she saw in his eyes.

He took two steps away from her. “Do you know what I am?”

“Isis!” She turned at the sound of her named yelled at the top of a man’s lungs. Her gaze caught sight of a small mob. Over half a dozen men watched her with disgust filled eyes. Her gaze widened as she took them in. Her family had sent reinforcements.

The man in the middle, the leader, a werewolf took a step forward. The crowd followed.

They’d been sent to drag her back to him if Vincent failed.

She looked around her wildly and caught Vincent’s watchful gaze. “I’ve made promises to Sola, but I can choose to keep my hands clean.”

Let the men her family had hired drag her away and possible kill her while trying to subdue her. Let the mob kill her or take her back.

She considered running, but Isis knew she could not outrun a werewolf, let alone the rest of the crowd. Especially when she was already exhausted from running from Vincent. She needed help.

“Or?”

“Can you tell me what I am?”

“Yes.”

He gave her that smile that she was already coming to know. “Then take my hand.”

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Wanna read chapters one through three?  Pop over to the In Darkness site!  www.indarkness.literalseduction.com

Ce

So, I’ve got this idea….  It’s a yummy idea, really.  With werewolves and claimings and kidnappings… oh my!  The thing is, I’m wondering if maybe having a writing partner for this one might be a good idea.  You see, I anticipate this baby being novel length.  I’ve never done novel length and I’m sceart.  Weird, right?  I’ve been doing lots of short stuff, but I’m thinking that maybe holding hands with a writing partner on this one might be a good idea.  It means I’ll only have to write half of the 60k, which is my normal length anyway.  Hmm…. 

So, any readers out there that are writers and lurv BBW heroines and werewolves?  How about it?  ;) 

Your first qualification is that your name must sound good with mine!  Or, we can come up with a new one!  LOL

Ce

Yep, I’m pulling double this month.  I’ve got two short stories that I’m determined to finish before 1/1/08.  One is What Goes Up, a contemporary domme-ish elevator shag story and the other is the follow up to Silk Panties titled Tie Me to the Bedpost.  Both are uber hawt for their own reasons.  Like, smokin.  What Goes Up is planned for an entire anthology of ‘vator stories.  And we’ve got some kick azz authors involved, let me tell ya.  No pub as of yet, but I believe queries are going out soon.  Yay!

Tie Me to the Bedpost…  Ah….  A m/m/f menage with a boy butt virgin.  *sigh*  I’m just getting to the buttsecks, but I’ve placed the story aside until I can spend hours focused on the buttsecks.  No rushing and incomplete descriptions, no sirree….

Otherwise, my life is tame this holiday season.  I’ve got one book due out on the first of the new year, but otherwise, my life is plodding along.  Mr. Celia just purchased the Playstation 3 game system.  The only benefit I see in the darned thing is the opportunity to watch porn in high definition.  Damn, I’m twisted…

Speaking of porn…  www.youporn.com  The Youtube of porn!!!  It’s free and did I mention… PORN!  ahem  It’s for research you see…

Ce

Hey ya’ll!

So, Changeling gave me a coupon code all for me to use.  Kink07 (<-zero seven).  This code gets you 5% off your order.  Not only that, but if you use the code to purchase one of the books in my Kink and Karma series, you’ll be entered to win a copy of my first release for 2008, Yeti! Were?

So, what are you waiting for?

See the Kink and Karma series here!

Ce

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Whoa -o- ohhhhh….. 

Okay, not so much.  BUT!  The URWA site is up and running!  Want a free place to gather round your author friends and share tips, tricks and how tos?  Stop by and register!

Ce

Woot!  Here’s chapter three of Dead by Dawn.  I honestly think Tuesday is going to kick my butt.  I make things up and change them without consulting her and when she reads this post, it’ll be the first time she’s read this chapter.  Talk about living on the edge!  Anyway… enjoy!

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Vincent melded with the shadows, surrounding himself in their dark embrace as he waited.  The demons who called the dark their home burrowed beneath his skin, seeping through his very pores, in search of his soul.  They wouldn’t find it.  He’d determined long ago that whispers of souls were myth told to human children.

Seconds ticked by and he remained ignored by Sola.  He wasn’t surprised.  They’d danced this same waltz many times before.  She would tell those who begged her for assistance what exactly what was in store for them and then… he would go to work.  The dirty task always fell to his shoulders.

As he grew tired of the demon’s embrace and prepared to shake off their presence, the office door opened.  Markham entered.  Unusual for him to precede a guest.  The disrespect would hopefully be noticed by Sola.  Regardless of her occasional heartless outbursts and quick temper, she embraced human customs and manners.  In turn, she forced them all to.

Vincent darted his gaze between the door and Sola, waiting to see her response.  She merely raised an eyebrow at her follower before returning her attention to the papers on the desk.  When he returned his full attention to the doorway, he sucked in a quick breath, gut tightening as if he’d been kicked in the stomach.  Fierce, painful and straight through his blood, this woman’s spirit flowed.

She didn’t seem aware of his presence as he remained surrounded by the damned and he took a moment to admire her beauty. 

Pressed against the corner as he was, Vincent could only admire her in profile.  Her silken midnight hair hung long down her back, free of any ties or braid to keep it secure.  Foolish.  Beautiful, but foolish.  In the darkened room, her pale skin burned like a bright light.  A beacon for the soiled looking for purity.  One look at upturned nose, rounded features and smooth skin and he knew the woman before him had one of the purest souls known to the devil. 

Dressed in the traditional black gothic garb, even the clothes couldn’t diminish her internal light.  And they definitely didn’t diminish the appeal of her figure either.  The spaghetti strapped tank top clung to her shoulders and outlined her pert breasts.  Taking a deep breath, he sent a soft wind of frigid air in her direction and was satisfied to see her nipples bead and harden in response to the chill.  No bra.  The leather pants she wore fit her like a glove.  Tight enough to outline every dip and curve of the lower half of her body, but still appeared to give her room to move.  She’d need it.  Steel-toed boots capped off her attempt at fitting in with the patrons of In Darkness. 

But this woman… she’d never fit in with the world of pulsing and gyrating bodies below with the scents of sweat and sex mingling with alcohol as they drowned their problems.  No, she was not his typical assignment.  He wondered what Sola was thinking.  Calling him in for a case such as this amounted to…

“Sit.”  Sola’s clipped order met silence for a moment.

“I’ll stand.”  The newcomer braced her legs apart, arms crossed over her chest.  Vincent wondered if Sola caught the tremor in the woman’s voice.  While she tried to appear in control, she was anything but.

 ”Very well then.”  Sola stood and glided over the carpeting to stand before the woman.  “Isis, your brother contacted me on your behalf, yes?”  At Isis’ nod, Sola continued.  “You have a problem that only a certain member of my followers can solve though, ultimately, your death is the answer to your dilemma.”

Sola turned toward him, her ice blue eyes cut through the demons still searching for his soul and he shrugged them off.  Stepping out of his shadowed sanctuary, he made himself known to Isis.

Her violet eyes clashed with his and time seemed to stop as they stared at one another.  Not a muscle, save her heart, moved as he took her measure.  Just as he suspected, purity flowed through her veins and shone from her eyes.  The curves he’d glimpsed before sent shocks of desire straight to his cock.  Perhaps there would be time for a quick fuck before he dispatched her.

Before he could utter a word of welcome, she sucked in a quick breath, eyes widening.  In a flash, she dove through the two-way glass window leading to the club below.  The window shattered, shards of glass raining on the patrons and Vincent rushed to ledge, arriving just in time to see Isis flip through the air to land on the bar-top below.  Her hair wrapped around her as if it were a cloak when her boots met the wooden surface.  Her violet eyes, almost glowing in the darkness, met his for a brief second before she took off running through In Darkness. 

People and things seemed to melt away as she sped through the cloud.  The entire time, he kept his eyes trained on his quarry.  He’d been ordered to complete the task, and he would.  Eventually.

“You should not lose her, my Vincent.”

“I will not.”  He responded quickly.  He’d never lost anyone.  Ever.  He definitely wouldn’t lose the woman.

“Ah, but there are things you do not know about Isis.  Why did she not become overwrought with fear until she saw you, do you think?”  Vincent remained silent, knowing Sola would answer her own question.  In time.  “Isis has a gift unique to all others.  So few, even in my Kindred, have this ability.”

Vincent replayed his first meeting with the woman in his mind.  Nothing he’d sensed or seen proved to him that she was anything other than human.  A highly trained human when he considered how she’d escaped, but human none the less. 

He watched as Isis neared the club’s outer door, dancers and party-goers blocking her path. 

“Isis knows your powers with just one look, my Vincent.  Even if you do not know them fully yourself.  You see, dear boy, she can tell you what you are, even if you cannot.”

Vincent wasted no time.  He followed Isis’s path. Jumping from Sola’s window, he landed on the bar with a thud.  Instead of plowing through the patrons, he called to the shadows and melted into their embrace.  He had a woman to question… and kill.

First, I have to set the stage:  Picture, if you will, Jack Black from Saving Silverman when he’s all ramped up about saving his friend…  “Coming at Yeeeeeeeeeee-Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” 

Woot!  I’ve been dying to do that and Mr. Kyle just does not think it is cool for me to scream that around the house. 

On to my topic of the day.  Love Me is out!  Like, right now!  Better yet, Changeling Press gave me my own 5% off coupon code.  Use Kink07 (<-That’s zero seven) to purchase your copy of Love Me or any of my Kink and Karma books and be entered to win a copy of my first release from 2008, Yeti! Were?

Buy It or Read an Excerpt Here!

Ce