The Old Bags’ Sex Club: Erotic Romance

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The Word-Loss Diet

I have written for years, mostly for my own enjoyment, but now I am trying to get published.  This book helped take a scene I had written that is going to flow through my series, and take it from good to better.  I have no doubt it will help the rest of the novel as well.

It helps with the lazy, filling words that we use in everyday conversation and that flow on the page without us knowing it or realizing how damaging they can be, and eliminates them.

Loved it, easy to use and read.  A must have for every beginners reference library. Five stars hands down.

A Lover’s Tale (x2) reworked

Source: A Lover’s Tale (x2) reworked

A Lover’s Tale (x2) reworked

Okay, here is the reworked version.  Let me know what you think.  Any and all editing or critiques are welcome.  Thank you.

         Peace reigned over this plot of land, the battle ended at sunrise, now at sunset, after lengthy negotiations, it was considered neutral land.   Isora was content that this would remain a public parcel never to be claimed privately.  Sea met desert and the jungle encroached on the other side, all five elements resided here and it was her favorite spot to recharge her own elements.

         They called her a Spirit Weaver because she could take the other four elements and weave them together, her own parents didn’t know how strong she really was.  Actually, she didn’t know how far her element would take her. Could she fly, like an air? She’d never tried. Become fire? Meld with a tree? Become water or an aquatic being? With her power she just didn’t know, she didn’t know anyone that could do what she did; most Spirit elements could affect emotions and thoughts, but work with other elements? No. The Great Golden Goddess had told her she was special in her abilities, someday others would be born with this mutation, but not in this generation.

         There, Isora felt him near. Shivers rocked her body as lightning streaked across her nerve endings, he did that to her, touched her soul without ever touching her body.

         “Warrior,” her greeting light as he stepped off the cloud he had ridden down, its moisture and coldness caressed her back as he used the wind to power it away.

         “Priestess,” a breeze of a deep timbered voice tickled her nape.

         With a sigh, she leaned back against him as he sat behind her. His arms slid around her middle and his chin came to rest on her shoulder.

         “You shouldn’t have come.”

         “I needed to see you, my lady. You are my restoration, as this land is yours. I know you don’t like the life I lead, but I love only you,” his breath flowed over her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine.

         “I love only you, Jashem, your being a warrior does nothing to stop that. You were born with certain tendencies, you need to protect those you love and I understand that perfectly.” She turned her head and rubbed her temple against his chin, her hair getting caught in his evening stubble. “Your family and my family are fighting different wars, and I cannot abandon my Father at this time.”

         His arms tightened around her, “I am the strongest of my line, so I cannot leave my Mother.” The feel of his warm skin sent licks of fire though Isora’s veins as he buried his face in her neck. “Thank the Goddess we are not fighting each other.”

         ‘But we’re about to fight others, which is why you should not have come. ’ she sent him.

         ‘I know, my love, just keep a shield around yourself, you’re too empathic to fight, plus you’re not trained.’ With a mental chuckle, Jashem un-wrapped his arms from around her and leaned back distancing himself from her body.

         Isora curled into herself as if they had just had harsh words, knowing the truth in his words, but not waiting to acknowledge it. She pulled warm air from the desert winds, shadows from the deepest part of the jungle, strength from the tides in the ocean, and then she tied them together creating an invisible dome shield she placed around herself.

         “Look what we have here, boys; a set of love birds.”

         Isora watched a young Fire Warrior swagger out of the jungle, four others followed him. She felt two Earth elementals, one Air elemental and one Water elemental comprised the group, all were new to warrior status. She sent this information to Jashem, along with what energy she could spare, hoping it got through.  Her eyes were drawn to the intricate design on the Fire warrior’s scabbard, she knew that family, they wanted her family’s MountainKeep, though the other four she had no knowledge of.

         ‘Jashem, go, they are here for me. I will not see you harmed.’ She prayed her thought got through to him, usually touching was required for telepathy even by the strongest Spirit Elementals.

         She felt Jashem get to his feet, tension coiled in his muscles for all his lazy movements.

         ‘This is not your fight, go home!’ Isora practically shouted at him.

         “Liam, what fire threw your spark all the way over here?” Jashem sneered. With a mental snort his reply crossed the distance separating them, ‘As if I’d leave you, my love.’

         “I was looking for a way to stop this war between our families; even it meant taking her as a mate. Now I know what she is, naught but a slut, I can look for one more pleasing to me. We can play with this female.” He threw his head back and laughed, the others followed his lead.

         ‘Oh Great Golden Goddess, Mother of us all, give me strength.’ Isora sent up to their deity.

         “I have never played with an Air before, Liam, can I play with him?” One of the Earth’s circled around behind Jashem.

         “He’s all yours,” Liam casually waved at his friend.

         “Liam, she’s a Spirit Elemental, I can feel her grounding into the earth and reaching for water and air, her shield is very strong.” The other Earth stated as he circled around her with the Air, he had some Spirit Element if he could sense what she was doing.

         “Her shields will fall fast enough when we start hurting her lover.” Liam stalked to her, towering over her, he spit at her, “Get up, witch.”

         Isora looked up at him, her eyes heating with her power; she knew they glowed lavender now. “No, you will never touch me, Liam.”

         The Water Elemental shifted around Liam and the Earth Elemental as they readied their swords for use.

         “Oh, I think once I begin slicing on lover boy you will change your mind, or maybe you don’t care about him.” Liam taunted, striking out at her shield with his sword. Energy cracked up the blade of the side-sword, almost ripping the sword from his grip.

“Let’s go, Liam, I beat you in primary, and in training academy, I can still lay you out.” Jashem taunted him.

         Isora felt the wind as Jashem swung to meet the attack from behind him, she felt the power he pulled in creating the sword for his hand, and she lent him what fire she could to forge the blade and water to temper it. Then she saw the Air and Water Elementals throw power her way. A wave crashed over her shield as a funnel cloud tried drilling from above, its drill fine point shattered as it hit her shield.

         That was when Isora stood; no, she was not a trained warrior, but she had all the elements at her command and she would not let this arrogant buck tower over her. She laughed as his streams of fire bounced off her shields.  Ice and gale force winds crashed around her now, sliding off her shields like rain on a window.

         Squaring her shoulders, raising her hands to her waist palms up, she called to the living forces in the area. Thorny vines rose through the earth at her feet, seeking her tender flesh, she caught the thought from the Earth Elemental not engaged with Jashem, that they would find her flesh tasty.  “I am a Spirit Elemental, you think they will attack me?” she bespoke the vines and they grew to a thickness of a man and kept growing in length, then they slid through her shield and wrapped themselves around the Earth Elemental like grasping tentacles.

         He screamed as he was crushed in the coils, it matched the scream from his brother, the other Earth Elemental, as Jashem’s sword sunk home and he too went back to the Great Wheel. More clashing of swords as the Air Elemental jumped in to engage Jashem, but Isora had other problems as another tidal wave came off the ocean towards her.  A look from her, a twitch of her hand and the tidal wave broke early. Crashing over the Water Elemental and pulling him back out to its watery home.

         That left just Liam and her facing off across the clearing from one another.

         “What are you doing?” Liam started to back away as his fire streams went around her shield.

         Isora let her shield drop as she stared him down. “I am a Spirit Elemental; you should have listened to your friend, Liam.  I control all four elements; I weave them together to make them stronger than they are alone.  I may not be trained in combat; however. I am sure the Elements will tell me what to do.”  Her voice was soft, sensual even, a weapon of air.

         She pulled the power from around them, she creating a funnel at his feet, heated air from his own hands, wind from the tidal currents from the ocean, and sand hardening to glass with the fire, “I will never let you touch me, Liam. Go back to the Great Wheel.” She released the power built up and a column rose to engulf the Fire Warrior.

         In later years later stories told to children raised in the moon’s glow recounted that Jashem stepped into Isora’s circle of power, under the Moon Goddess’ watchful gaze;

         “My heart to your heart, forever” he vowed taking her hands.

         “My soul to your soul, forever,” she responded their lips touching as they were caught in the backlash of the release of most powerful magic spell as yet woven to.

        
         The explosion of power was seen and felt for a hundred quinze; the column of light and glass weaved together the colors of all five power elements, green, silver, blue, red and lavender and seemed to reach the small moon hanging above that spot. The small moon never moved again, fixed in its orbit by the power lease, or the power of the lover’s lives lost in that spot. The column of solid glass stood as a monument to first mutation of Elemental Magic.

         For a hundred quinze radius, by magic or the Blessing of the Moon Goddess, that moon always showed it full face to those that looked up. Many believed that the two lovers forever live there in each other’s arms as the legend said they died.

 

A lover’s tale

This will be the prologue to my series, Shadows of the Ar’ dtuis, a use of power that takes four thousands years to fix.  My simple five book series turned into an epic with a simple thought from my co-worker and plotter helper/sounding board.  Hope you enjoy, please leave feedback, here, twitter or facebook.  Tham you for reading.

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     Peace reigned over this plot of land, the battle ended at sunrise, now at sunset, after lengthy negotiations, it was considered neutral land.   Isora was content that this would remain a public parcel never to be claimed privately.  Sea met desert and the jungle encroached on the other side, all five elements resided here and it was her favorite spot to recharge her own elements.

   They called her a Spirit Weaver because she could take the other four elements and weave them together, her own parents didn’t know how strong she really was.  Actually, she didn’t know how far her element would take her. Could she fly, like an air? She’d never tried. Become fire? Meld with a tree? Become water or an aquatic being? With her power she just didn’t know, she didn’t know anyone that could do what she did; most Spirit elements could affect emotions and thoughts, but work with other elements? No. The Great Golden Goddess had told her she was special in her abilities, someday others would be born with this mutation, but not in this generation.

   There, Isora felt him near. Shivers rocked her body as lightning streaked across her nerve endings, he did that to her, touched her soul without ever touching her body.

   “Warrior,” her greeting light as he stepped off the cloud he had ridden down, its moisture and coldness caressed her back as he used the wind to power it away.

   “Priestess,” a breeze of a deep timbered voice tickled her nape.

   With a sigh, she leaned back against him. His arms slid around her middle and his chin came to rest on her shoulder.

   “You shouldn’t have come.”

   “I needed to see you, my lady. You are my restoration, as this land is yours. I know you don’t like the life I lead, but I love only you,” his breath flowing over her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine.

   “I love only you, Jashem, your being a warrior does nothing to stop that. You were born with certain tendencies, you need to protect those you love and I understand that perfectly.” She turned her head and rubbed her temple against his chin, her hair getting caught in his evening stubble. “Your family and my family are fighting different wars, and I cannot abandon my Father at this time.”

   His arms tightened around her, “I am the strongest of my line, so I cannot leave my Mother.” The feel of his warm skin sent licks of fire though Isora’s veins as he buried his face in her neck joint. “Thank the Goddess we are not fighting each other.”

   ‘But we’re about to fight others, which is why you should not have come. ’ she sent him.

   ‘I know, my love, just keep a shield around yourself, you’re too empathic to fight, plus you’re not trained.’ With a mental chuckle, Jashem set back from her as he unwrapped his arms from around her and leaned back distancing himself from her body.

   Isora curled into herself as if they had just had harsh words, knowing the truth in his words, but not waiting to acknowledge it. She pulled warm air from the desert winds, camouflage from the deepest part of the jungle, strength from the tides in the ocean she tied them together creating an invisible dome shield she placed around herself.

   “Look what we have here, boys; a set of love birds.”

   Isora watched a young Fire Warrior swagger out of the jungle, four others followed him. She felt two Earth elemental, one Air elemental and one Water elemental in them, all were newly warrior status. She sent this information to Jashem, along with what energy she could spare, hoping it got through.  Her eyes were drawn to the inerratic design on the Fire warrior’s scabbard, she knew that family, they wanted her family’s MountainKeep, though the other four she had no knowledge of.

   ‘Jashem, go, they are here for me. I will not see you harmed.’ She prayed her thought got through to him, usually touching was required for telepathy even by the strongest Spirit Elementals.

   She felt Jashem get to his feet, tension coiled in his muscles for all his lazy movements.

   ‘This is not your fight, go home!’ Isora practically shouted at him.

   “Liam, what fire threw your spark all the way over here?” Jashem sneered. With a mental snort his reply crossed the distance separating them, ‘As if I’d leave you, my love.’

   “I was looking for my mate, a way to stop this war between our families, now I know she is naught but a slut, I can look for the one I want and we can play with this female.” He threw his head back and laughed, the others followed his lead.

   ‘Oh Great Golden Goddess, Mother of us all, give me strength.’ Isora sent up to their deity.

   “I have never played with an Air before, Liam, can I play with him?” One of the Earth’s circled around behind Jashem.

   “He’s all yours,” Liam casually waved at his friend.

   “Liam, she’s a Spirit Elemental, I can feel her grounding into the earth and reaching for water and air, her shield is very strong.” The other Earth stated as he circled around her with the Air, he had some Spirit Element if he could sense what she was doing.

   “Her shields will fall fast enough when we start hurting her lover.” Liam stalked to her, towering over her, he spit at her, “Get up, witch.”

   Isora looked up at him, her eyes heating with her power; she knew they glowed lavender now. “No, you will never touch me, Liam.”

   The Water Elemental shifted around Liam and the Earth Elemental as they readied their swords for use.

   “Oh, I think once I begin slicing on lover boy you will change your mind, or maybe you don’t care about him.” Liam taunted, striking out at her shield with his sword. Energy cracked up the blade, almost ripping the thicker side sword from his grip.

“Let’s go, Liam, I beat you in primary, and in training academy, I can still lay you out.” Jashem taunted him.

   Isora felt the wind as Jashem swung to meet the attack from behind him, she felt the power he pulled in creating the sword for his hand, and she lent him what fire she could to forge the blade and water to temper it. Then she saw the Air and Water Elementals throw power her way. A wave crashed over her shield as a funnel cloud tried drilling from above, its drill fine point shattered as it hit her shield.

   That was when Isora stood; no, she was not a trained warrior, but she had all elements at her command and she would not let his arrogant buck tower over her. She laughed as his streams of fire bounced off her shields.  Ice and gale force winds crashed around her now, sliding off her shields like rain on a window.

   Squaring her shoulders, raising her hands to her waist palms up, she called to the living forces in the area. Thorny vines rose through the earth at her feet, seeking her tender flesh, she caught the thought from the Earth Elemental not engaged with Jashem, that they would find her flesh tasty.  “I am a Spirit Elemental, you think they will attack me?” she bespoke the vines and they grew to a thickness of a man’s leg and kept growing in length, then they slid through her shield and wrapped themselves around the Earth Elemental like grasping tentacles.

   He screamed as he was crushed in the coils, it matched the scream from his brother, the other Earth Elemental, as Jashem’s sword sunk home and he too went back to the Great Wheel. More clashing of swords as the Air Elemental jumped in to engage Jashem, but Isora had other problems as another tidal wave came off the ocean towards her.  A look from her, a twitch of her hand and the tidal wave broke early. Crashing over the Water Elemental and pulling him back out to its watery home.

   That left just Liam and her facing off across the clearing from one another.

   “What are you doing?” Liam started to back away as his fire streams went around her shield.

   Isora let her shield drop as she stared him down. “I am a Spirit Elemental; you should have listened to your friend, Liam.  I control all four elements; I weave them together to make them stronger than they are alone.  I may not be trained in combat, I am sure the Elements will tell me what to do.”  Her voice was soft, sensual even, a weapon of air.

   Without Liam realizing she was pulling the power from around them, she created a funnel at his feet, vines from the jungle, heated air from his own hands that had been releasing fire bombs and whips of fire at her, tidal currents from the ocean beyond the shore and an extra layer of sand hardening to glass with the fire, “I will never let you touch me, Liam. Go back to the Great Wheel.” She released the power built up and a column rose to engulf the Fire Warrior.

   In later years later stories told to children raised in the moon’s glow recounted that Jashem stepped into Isora’s circle of power, under the Moon Goddess’ watchful gaze;

   “My heart to your heart, forever” he vowed taking her hands.

   “My soul to your soul, forever,” she responded their lips touching.

   The explosion of power was seen and felt for a hundred quinze; the column of light weaved together the colors of all five power elements, green, silver, blue, red and lavender and seemed to reach the small moon hanging above that spot. The small moon never moved again, fixed in its orbit by the power lease, or the power of the lover’s lives lost in that spot.

   For a hundred quinze radius, by magic or the Blessing of the Moon Goddess, that moon always showed it full face to those that looked up. Many believed that the two lovers forever live there in each other’s arms as the legend said they died.

Between Love and Loathing by Andrew Grey

Payton had weight issues in high school and as a result took a lot of flack from the other students, he also had low self-esteem. The worst of them was Harrington. Then Payton found out that Harrington was gay, the perfect way to get back at the quarterback. But he didn’t because he was gay too and would never want somebody to do that to him.

It is after college now, and Payton has Harrington’s acting career in his hands. At first he thinks to blow him off, then he hears Harrington read and that changes everything. As Harrington’s career takes off, Payton finds that he is called on to help with wardrobe and pictures and he goes with him to his first audition. They grow closer, and Payton thinks maybe, just maybe, Harrington has grown up. The question because has Payton left that cubby child in the past as he shed the pounds after high school.

This is a great story chance meetings and growing beyond our younger selves. This two hero have something in common with the most of Mr. Grey’s heroes that keep me coming back. They are regular men, moving in the city they’ve choose to make theirs, but neither one is uber rich, no million or billioniares here to fix all the day day problems by throwing money at it. They sleep on friends sofas, work as stockers, go into starting level jobs and try to build a life day by day. I can so relate to his characters for this reason. It makes em so much real to me. And this story as these men work their way through old feelings and assumptions to try to find that trust and love that lasts a lifetime. Five stars without a thought. I couldn’t put this book down once I started it, sgain, another hallmark of Mr. Grey’s writing. A must pick up I’d you love a good emotional read about two regular men looking for what we all looking for.

Beyond a Reasonable Duke by Deb Marlowe

This is short novella that will catch you at the first word and won’t let go of your imagination until the last word. Set in the Regency world of the Half Moon House, Ma. Marlowe less us on a funny and emotional journey for this short read that you don’t want to end.

The Duke of Rathmore didn’t think he’d be Duke, Miss Laura Stokes was never supposed to be Mr.Lawrence McConnell, or maybe she was, they had told her often enough she should have been a boy. Laura had one plan, get to tge Marquess of Marstokes, and kill him for what he’d done to her sister. Like a brother would do, had she been one. The Duke of Rathmore stood in her eay, the gatekeeper on her road to getting to Marstokes. She never thought of how handsome he wss, until the night he was supposed to pick her.

Many had said that the present Duke had killed his brother to get the title, he’d just been a second son. He moved among the leftover sons of Society easily because of it. Until the young Mr. Lawrence McConnell entered so closely into his orbit. Then he was everywhere, and there was something about him.

Give glittering stars for this novella, loved every word. Wonderfully written, and obviously a project Ms. Marlowe had a lot of fun with. A mist buy if you like her Half Moon series. A book that easily stands alone, but sits well in the story line that has been previously laId out.

Eye of the Ninja (Chronicles of the Ninja #1) by D. M. Marlowe.

Loved this book, seriously cannot wait for the next one. 

In this book Mei was been running for four years, since her father was killed by some otherworldly wind creature.  Now she meets Ken Sato, and finds there are many other yhat have been looking for her all these years.  A village that her father came from before she was was born.  She decides to trav r l with him and see what she can learn of fighting this creature that keeps hunting her. 

This book is seeped in Japanese mythos and culture.  The colors are vivid, the rhythm is fast and smooth, one page to the next.  Just keeps you reading as Mei learns to trust others, learns more about her heritage of being born into a ninja clan.  She finds two other good friends besides Ken, and another that she is not sure what to do with, he seems like  friend, but then they find something something out about him and it brings everything into question.  Can he prove himself?

This is a YA book that will entrance audiences of all ages and genres.  You must pick up this first book by this new voice in fanasty fiction.  Definately five star read.

Challenge the Darkness (Yellowstone Wolves #1) by Dirk Greyson

In this book, Dirk Greyson has found a new voice that sings loud and clear.  Shifters, hot alphas, a darkness trying to eclipse the light that has recently returned to the lives of the wolves of Yellowstone National park mix in a potent brew to delight the senses. 

Mikael Volokov is alpha of the Yellowstone Wolves, he can be a bit arrogant and highly possessive as we discover through the book, he has discovered an enemy in Anton Romanov, the alpha that is challenging the other alphas in the area and taking over their packs when he kills them in front of their pack.  Mikael knows it is going to come down to him and Anton, the Mother has told him so, but he can’t do it alone, he will need his mate. Mikael hasn’t found his mate yet, though the Mother showed him an image of the boy when he was eight.  Knowing that his pack would need help, Mikael decides to meet with the alpha of the Evergreen pack and try to form an alliance.

Denton Arguson is the Evergreen Pack’s alpha, and a blond god with piecing blue eyes as far as Mikael is concerened.  He has finally found his mate, Mother help him, another alpha.  This was going to be interesting, even he knew that, two alphas with their own packs, own families, this isn’t a mate he can just take away from his pack back to his pack because he is stronger. Denton has his own thoughts too, he doesn’t want to lose his pack, he had to step up from being a beta, to challenge his cousin for the pack because his cousin wasn’t right for the position, so giving it all up to be submissive to Mikael, while was what he partly wants, isn’t in the cards.

Can these two large men, in personality as well as build, find a way to work together to protect their packs? As well as find a way to make their passion and love work together without either losing standing?  Can they, as the Mother said they must, find a way to bring down Anton when the challenge is issued? A very good book that keeps you reading because you must know the next scene.  You have to know the end, have to figure out with the characters how all of this is going to work out, and if Mikael will eventually admit that yes he can be wrong, and maybe he doesn’t know everything.

The interesting (and frustrating) thing about this book, was it was told solely from Mikael’s POV so never did we get to know what he looked like, hair or eye color, skin tone, nothing like that.  We know his build was similar to Denton’s, but that was it.  It did not distract from the story. Knowing his heritage we were able to infere some of how he might look, but not a complete picture.  Maybe because I am so used to being able to see both lead charcters so clearly it was something I looked for, but like I said, it did not deter from the story at all.  I give this book 5 stars and eagerly await the second book.

Love Comes Unheard by Andrew Grey

Source: Love Comes Unheard by Andrew Grey

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