Throbbing Thursday: An Interview with Jean Joachim

This Thursday I’ve decided to be a little different.  This week’s guest, Jean Joachim, is an absolute genius. We were discussing what she should do for her blog spot and my standard answer is always: Do whatever is best for you.  And she came up with this wonderful idea!  I’ve never had an interview up before, but I thought it sounded like big fun!

Jean is an author of contemporary romance that’s both sweet and spicy.  And apparently she has a gift for snippets that I don’t possess, as after reading just a tiny taste, I’m off to buy my own copy of Now and Forever: a Love Story.  See ya…


1)      How old were you when you knew you wanted to become a writer?

By age seven I thought being a writer was better than being a doctor. But I didn’t think I
could do it until the ninth grade, when I made up a book and wrote a book report on it because I couldn’t find one the teacher wanted. She didn’t found out, I received a B-. That’s when I thought I could become a writer.

2)      What did you do for a living in your “previous” life?

I spent 20 years in the corporate world working for advertising agencies.

3)      Do you have a family?

Yes, I’m married and have two sons. We also have a rescued pug named Homer.

4)      What genre do you write?

I write contemporary romance and love to read that genre, too. I also like historicals but wouldn’t write them as they are a ton of work and I’m not fascinated enough with history to want to steep myself in it.

5)      Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I started as a pantser and quickly realized being a plotter meant less spinning of my writer wheels, less cutting away and a tighter plot that evolved organically. You can write yourself into a corner being a pantser.

6)      Do your characters ever take over when you’re writing?

Absolutely. They tell me what happened, what to say and sometimes how to say it! And I always listen. After all, it’s their story! LOL.

7)      Do you get inspiration from real people or places?

All my characters are fictional but I do get inspiration from places. Towns I fall in
love with have become the settings for most of my current books.

8)      Would you like to be any of your heroines?

I’d like to be all of my heroines if it meant I’d get to sleep with my hunky heroes!! Seriously, probably not as my heroines have survived harrowing times and suffered big losses in their lives. But maybe, just for one night with those guys…

9)      Would you marry any of your heroes?

With apologies to my husband, I’d marry all of my heroes! Of course that’s illegal,
but since they are fictional, what the heck.

10)  Do you do a lot of editing before you submit a manuscript?

Yes. I edit, edit and then edit some more. I edit the book until I can’t stand to look at it
anymore. Then I submit it.

Now some personal questions (please feel free to elaborate) :

1)      Chocolate or vanilla?    A little of both.

2)      Do you listen to music when you write? What do you listen to?

Absolutely. Music is part of my muse. I usually have a particular piece I listen to for
each book. For my current WIP that takes places partly in St. Thomas, I listen to “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys, constantly!

3)      Favorite color?  Pink (also red and purple – sorry, can’t give a simple answer, I’m a writer!)

4)      Black, white or gray? White or black and white together. Never gray.

5)      Favorite ice cream flavor?  Mint Chip

6)      Favorite line of description from one of your books. “He kissed her awake and made love to her while the day was just beginning and their love was so new.” From “Now and Forever 1, a Love Story.”

7)      Favorite dialogue from one of your books.

“Am I shacking up with your daughter? If you mean am I shacking up with my wife? You’re darn right I am.” From book about to be pubished, “April’s Kiss in the Moonlight.”

8)      Favorite minor character from your book.

I have several.  Jonesy from the Now and Forever series. She’s an older lady who runs the dean’s office at Kensington State University with an iron hand and a soft heart.

9)      Dog or cat? Dog (used to be cat, but I’m allergic)

10)  Country or city? Mostly country but city is nice in the winter.

11)  Beach or mountains? Used to be beach, now the mountains.  Things change.

12)  Skirts or pants? Pants. Too comfortable.

13)  Early morning or late night? Early morning, definitely!

14)  Cruise in the Caribbean or camping in Yellowstone National Park? Cruise. Like the ease of it and the bathroom!


And now for a sexy lil snippet of Now and Forever: a Love Story… 

He pulled her to him, kissing her neck and unzipping her dress.  “I‘ve been itching to get at you all evening. Ever since you walked out looking like…like…I wanted to jump your bones right here in the living room. Watching those letches drool over you all night didn‘t make it any easier. They can drool all they want, I‘m the one who is going to make love to you tonight,” he said taking her in his arms, after her dress slipped to the floor.

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(Free prequel, Now and Forever, Callie’s Story is available there, too)

“Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny” to be released on Nov. 2, 2011.

Hear what critics are saying about Jean Joachim:

From The Pen & Muse, Saturday, Sept. 24:

“Joachim brings in the romance we all know and love. A romance where love conquers all and can withstand just about anything. I lovedMac and Callie’s story about their hardship and their courage to continue. Iloved the interaction between Callie and Mac’s son. From start to finish youare rooting for these characters and don’t want to put the book down. Joachimalways writes great stories of love and passion. Stories like these teach usthat love is stronger than anything else. Those who love contemporary romance will love this book!”


Well I dunno about you, but I’m totally sold!  So rush out and download Now and Forever so that you’ll be ready for Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny when it drops on Nov. 2, 2011.  See ya kittens!


Happy Wednesday!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!  It’s Wednesday night and I’m sitting here all relaxed on the couch.  Just thought I’d stop by and let you all know what I’ve been up to over the last couple of weeks.  I know, I’ve been scarce.  I’m really trying  to do better, but working for a living sucks– lemme tell ya.  I’ve been grappling with the day to day so intensely that I really haven’t had much time to write or think for that matter.  I realize I’m not the only person experiencing this phenomenon, but of course– it’s my blog and I’ll  bitch if I want to.

Bitch #1:  Writers’ Apnea.  Why is it that I can’t seem to get any writing done when everyone else I know in the writing world is turning out finished products hand over fist?  I can’t even seem to concentrate on anything long enough to add 1,000 words, much less several thousand.  Do they make a mask for this?

Bitch #2:  The waiting game.  I’ve got two things in submissions right now and neither of which am I SURE is going to get picked up.  Both of which are close to wire with sending me a gigantic rejection email.  I’m not looking forward to it and I can feel myself being on edge.  One of the projects is my last novel, which I love deeply.  A 75K kinky adult version of Beauty and the Beast. What’s not to love, right?

Anyhow, enough of the bitchin’.  I realize how lucky I am to be a writer that other people might actually want to read.  I’m very lucky to have a job and a husband who loves me and a wiener dog that’s lovingly snoring in my lap even as I write this.  I’m lucky to have friends and family to pick me up when I’m down.  Basically, I really have nothing to bitch about so I should just shut it, right?  That being said, have a little snippet of a little WIP entitled “Bloodflower.”


She held onto the rail, leaning way over to stare down at the ice cold waves
beneath the sea wall.  She wondered for a moment what it would feel like when the freezing water flooded into her lungs after she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Would she even know what was happening?  Would she try to fight it, screaming and begging for her life?  Would it hurt, or would it be like going to
sleep?  “No, I have to do this,” she whispered.  “It’s the only way to start
over.”  She put her foot out, as if testing the wind, and her fingers slipped around the cold, slippery railing.  “No!” she gasped, scrambling to  regain her footing.  She wrapped her arms around the cold metal and held on, afraid to let go but still afraid to crawl back to the other side.

“Well just go on and do it then.”

The voice came from behind and Willow struggled to turn and look.  “What?” she croaked.

“Jump.  It’s getting late and you’re in my way.”

“Pardon me?”  It was all she could say.  What kind of a person would interrupt an attempted suicide with such insolence. She looked around to the expanse of empty sidewalk that surrounded them.  “There seems to be no shortage of

“You’re in my favorite vantage point into the harbor.  I come here every night.  So if you’re going to jump, do get on with it.”  He leaned casually on the rail, staring down at her with a pair of eyes that glowed a silvery green in the dim streetlamp.  His stare was a bit unsettling and she had to look away, back towards the glowing eye of the lighthouse on the other end of the harbor.

“Are you planning on standing there to watch?” she asked, trying to keep the tremor of fear from her voice.

“Perhaps.  Though I must ask—are you planning on screaming and begging for your life?  That sort of ruckus always brings the cops around and I’d just as soon keep them out of it.”

Willow narrowed her eyes, turning back to glare at him with unmistakable annoyance. “Are you normally this rude?”

“What do you care?  You’re getting ready to die.”

“Well I’d rather do it in peace…”

“You’re the one talking.”

“You spoke first.”

The man sighed heavily.  “I don’t see the point in arguing anymore.  Just ignore me and do what you need to do.  I’ll even turn around.”  He sighed and turned his back, pulling a cigarette pack from his pocket and shaking one out.  In a few moments, she heard the click of a Zippo lighter and smelled the pungent scent of burning tobacco.


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Throbbing Thursday: Sara York

Hello kids!  It’s Thursday morning and you know what that means– time for another venture into the mind of an erotic romance author.  This week’s offering comes from author Sara York.  She’s going to give us a little bit of insight into True Love and it’s place in erotic romance.  Enjoy!


True Love in a Story

I believe LOVE is severely underrated in today culture.  Money, lust and power have always been in the way of love, but now love even has to battle indifference and laziness. People put love last, settling for less because love takes work.

Like love, writing takes work too. Every book I write or short story I pen has a taste of the love I have for my husband buried somewhere in it. Working it Out, one of my newest novels, if filled with passion and love.

Sometimes the cheep imitation of signs or sensations are confused for love. We make sue wit the fresh breeze on a walk or the scent of roses when we’re with our partner that makes us feel giddy, but real love doesn’t need those false signs to move us into love. Sure they help, but love is much deeper.

In a story I do use little things to make the characters feel romantic. A certain touch, or look, the smell of cologne or the color red. It’s all a play on our senses to get my characters to that point of falling in love. And yes, I do fall in love with my characters as I write them since they
are the embodiment of some part of my relationship with my spouse.

In Working It Out Jake and Lance work through their beliefs about the gay lifestyle, living in a southern state and being gay and working in the fitness industry and being gay. They overcome tremendous odds when life gets difficult.

Passion and lust brings them together, what they don’t expect is to fall in love.

Jake Grant is a sexy personal trainer not looking for anyone after his long-time partner passes away. He’s ready to throw away his dreams by selling the gym just to get away from the ghost of his past. But once he meets Lance everything changes.

Lance Abbott is an orthopaedic surgeon who specializing in sports medicine and is completely in the closet. He is convinced that if his clients found out he was gay they would all leave his practice and he would have to abandon the work he loves. When he meets Jake, a man who is totally out, all of Lance’s perceptions about being “out” are challenged.

 Passions and lust drive Lance and Jake together. But they soon find out their relationship is deeper than the physical heat between them. Can what they have last without anyone finding out? Or should Lance give up his insecurities and embrace Jake fully?

I hope love touches your life soon if you haven’t already been touched. If you already have someone in your life you love, hold them a little tighter tonight and think of all of their good qualities as you slip into sleep.

Excerpt from Working It Out:

His face heated. Great, just what he needed, a full blush to be shining as he confronted Jake and begged for  forgiveness. Lance squared his shoulders and marched forward. He hesitated
before tapping on the office door then opened without waiting for Jake’s response.

He stepped through and shut the door without glancing at Jake. Once inside, he took a deep gulp of air and levelled his gaze with Jake’s, shocked by the murderous glare shooting his way. Jake switched the phone from his left hand to his right, never glancing away.

“I’ve got to go.” Jake raked his eyes over Lance. Menace flowed from the man. “No, just a problem that came up. Nothing big.”

Jake hung up the phone, rolled his neck and clenched his fists. A frown twisted his face, his eyes unforgiving.

Lance wondered if he’d misjudged Jake. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

“The way I treated you.”

Jake jumped up and came around the desk.  He was big and intimidating. Lance cringed and shied away.

Jake stopped, putting up both hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I think you need to leave.”

Lance stood his ground, hating the fear rolling through him as his heart pounded with desire. It had been years since he’d been in a relationship. Hell, the few dates he had would never count as a true relationship. The difficulties of dealing with love made him crazy. He
didn’t want to be the type of guy who never opened up, but managing hurt egos and demanding drama queens wasn’t his style either.

“I’m not leaving before I tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.”

Jake grimaced and looked away, his face flushed. “I felt like a piece of meat.”

“I’m not good at relationships. I shouldn’t have dismissed you so callously.”

Jake stepped forward. “You need to leave.”

Lance didn’t back down. He held up his hand and placed it on Jake’s chest. Desire shot to Lance’s groin. Jake flexed his muscles, heat radiating off his body. The man felt good and sensuous under Lance’s palm. He knew it was only his imagination. Jake wasn’t coming onto him but his heart sang.

He looked up into Jake’s eyes, afraid of what he’d see. He was shocked to find Jake smiling. Lance smiled back.

“You’re blocking my way?”

Lance swallowed, trying to overcome his fear. “Yeah, I’m blocking you and I’m not letting you past.”

“Interesting. Not many guys would stand up to me when I’m angry.”

For a split second Lance thought about reaching up and pulling Jake into a tight lip lock, but he couldn’t, not until they had more of an understanding. “I’m not too smart when it comes to relationships.”

“You’ve implied that before.”

Lance kept one hand on Jake’s chest and slid the other one down Jake’s side to his hip.

His breathing grew deeper as he thought about how good Jake felt pressed up against him. Memories of Jake’s muscled back and thighs made Lance want to plaster his body against Jake’s.

The air grew thick. Jake inched forward. Lance’s heart hammered in his chest and his knees went weak. A knock sounded at  the door and Lance jumped back. Jake looked wounded.

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Whew… I think I’m having memories of Jack’s muscled back and thighs– and I’ve never even met him.  But I think I’m going to HAVE to run out and download Working it Out and curl up for a little quality time with my Nook. See ya later, kittens!

Such a bad girl…

I have been such a bad girl lately.  With work, trying to write and just generally being tired, I haven’t thought much about updating the blog.  I realize— it’s a crime.  And I will try to do better.  BUT– I will give you a tasty little morsel at the end since you’ve all been so patient with me.

This week I’m starting to think about Fall and all the wonders that come with it.  Most importantly, Halloween.  Halloween is my favorite of the holidays, except maybe for Christmas.  I love the crisp Autumn air, the silly costumes and the spooky chill in the air.  Some of you might know that my husband is an actual ghost hunter– author Tally Johnson– so we always have lots of spooky entertainment going on.  Ghost walks, storytelling gigs, hunts and book signings– its always a busy time of year.

Another fun thing this year will be the “Burlesque Grotesque” Blog Crawl that will be taking place ALL DAY on Halloween (Oct. 31st).  Speaking of which, we still have lots of space for writers that want to take part.  And I’m CALLING ALL WRITERS!!  Not just erotica and romance, but horror, sci-fi, thriller, mystery– if you can imagine it, we want it.  You can post as much as you like on your blog and it could be a blog post, a free read, art, promo– whatever you like, AS LONG AS YOU HAVE A SPOOKY/ SEXY THEME.  The concept is a marriage of the grotesque and the sexy burlesque style– loud, bawdy, and in your face.  So make your posts as raunchy as you like.  Think Dita Von Teese as a zombie.  If you’d like to participate, you can email  me at and let me know.  You’ll need to send me the link to your blog and of course your email so we can send you some buttons and banners to display on your site.  The fabulous Siobhan Kinkade will be getting those graphics out in the next couple of weeks so we can get this thing cookin’!

Alright, as promised, here’s a taste of one of my works in progress called “Bloodflower.”  It’s a little story about a badass vampire whose “dying” of boredom until he meets up with an unusual girl.  Hope you  like it….


Seth wandered down the street towards the bridge. He hadn’t bothered to clean up after himself and if he listened carefully he was sure he could already hear the ambulance on the way.  Not that there would be much left to find.  He licked his lips, remembering her taste.  Nothing was quite so satisfying as the taste of blood laced with fear.  The only thing that could compare was the sharp flavor of lust.  It had a certain sweetness mixed with a spice that burned the throat despite its smoothness.  He strolled towards the other end of town, wondering if he should try to find another meal.  He sighed boredly.  What was the point?  Everything seemed so hollow these days.  After a thousand years, it had finally happened.  He was bored with living.  The life of a vampire was solitary, save for a few sycophants that managed to attach themselves to you at one time or another.  And they all wanted the same
thing:  immortality.  Of course, once it was given, they became these melancholy saps that filled up their days bemoaning their fates.  It disgusted him. Being a vampire was the
essence of freedom.  No death, no getting older, no disease.  You were faster, sexier and smarter than anyone else.  You could be anyone.  Do anything.  And those pathetic fops threw it all away.  They moaned about the loss of old friends.  The loneliness.  The never-ending hunger—all of it seemed to be a small price to pay until the reality set in.  After the last time, Seth had decided that being alone was better.  And most frightening of all, he’d realized that he was becoming that which he hated the most—a melancholy sap.  There was nothing left for him.  Humans had hunted them for so long that their numbers had shrunk to nearly non-existent.  Once upon a time he’d been able to sense those of his race nearby, but now the air around him was devoid of his kind.  The inevitable had finally happened—he feared he was the last.

He’d almost decided to make his way home.  If he hurried, he could make it in
time for the newest episode of “True Blood.”  Their Hollywood interpretations of a vampire’s lifestyle was always good for a giggle or two.  He turned down the alley that would lead him to the river.  At this time of night there would be no one there to see him take flight.  Except maybe a couple of homeless people—and who believed homeless people?  They saw flying people all the time.


Alright, I’m out of here for the night.  BUT… I will be back on Thursday for our weekly Throbbing Thursday post with author Sara York!  I’ve read the post and IT IS HOT!! So be sure to check back with the Belle!

~Alexandra Christian, author of Erotic Paranormal Romance

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Throbbing Thursday Spotlight: TreSart L. Sioux

And we’re back!  Due to a little hiccup last week, we missed our Throbbing Thursday Spotlight, but the kinks have been worked out and here we are again!  This week, the radiant glow of admiration falls on TreSart L. Sioux.  TreSart is a writer of lesbian erotica and quite an accomplished artist as well.  We share a love of all things dark and disturbing, so I jumped at the chance to have her do a guest spot here at The Belle.  With that in mind, meet TreSart L. Sioux…


Just Me


TreSart L. Sioux

I’ll admit, I truly didn’t know what I was going to write about for the blog. In the past I’ve been given questions to answer about my writing and art, so this is a bit different for me. I’ve decided to get a little more detailed about my experiences.

I don’t think many would find it shocking that I write lesbian erotica. I’m a very outspoken woman when it comes to my sexuality. With all of my published novels, there is a little bit
for everyone. One minute I can write the sweetest story and then the next, total hardcore. It all depends on my mood. I might also add, several of the stories I have created are partially based on real events.

In high school, I had the most evil English teacher.  Well, that’s what I thought at the time. I admit, I skipped classes and really didn’t apply myself. At the end of the year she failed me, but I’ll never forget her pulling me to the side and telling me I had potential as a writer. Summer school was the best! I had a great teacher and she loved my writing. Please note, this wasn’t erotica. LOL! I still have the story somewhere.

Erotica has become a big part of my life. There is a passion when you go to another world and know you control each character. I believe there is a good comparison when it comes to
songwriters and erotic writers. Each single word you put down means something to you. I never want to just jot some crappy story and send off to the publisher. You have to feel.

I think one of the biggest misconceptions some people have about erotic writers is we are simply whores. Now, I can’t speak for every writer out there, but I can for myself. My body is
my temple and I might have had some wild times in my past, but this was before I began to write. No wonder I have so many stories. 😉

In the future, I have two audio books, one paperback and I’m in the process of working on another three novels. It’s some heavy work, but when I look back and see how far I’ve come, I
will always keep writing.

Art has been a huge part of my life. I can remember drawing when I was a kid. I took every art class possible. In high school, I was placed in an advanced class with maybe six other
people. If I turned in something because I was just being lazy, my teacher would make me do it over. If I could take a class by her again, I would! I learned so much!

College was a different story. Having a teacher wanting you to only draw or paint her way was not a learning experience. I think that was the first time I ever despised an art class. I ended up enjoying the Layout and Design one more. I created so many album covers and movie posters. The teacher was great too!

I think some people may not know about my degree in animation. I’m talking the old school style. I would have to sketch at least over 100 drawings to get maybe 3-5 minutes of a piece.
I also had to make sure everything matched up. Very time consuming and sometimes frustrating, but I’m glad I did learn.

I am currently working on several paintings and hoping to find some time to get back to my graphic novel.

My love for writing, art, music and photography will always be in my world. I love surrounding myself with creative and open people. I don’t think I could have it any other way.

Just me.

TreSart L. Sioux


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Exhaustion is a Bitch

Hello friends!  It’s been a while since last we spoke.  How are ya?  Good?  I hope everything is going well.  I have been a slug all week long.  I admit it, I’ve done nothing productive.  This is the first time I’ve even thought about blogging since I wrote up the intro for Six Sentence Sunday last week.  Which reminds me… I have to sign up for that again.  I opened up my current WIP, “Bloodflower,” to work on it last night and I wrote maybe a sentence.  It’s not that I don’t want to write, I just simply don’t have the energy.  And I certainly don’t feel sexy.

For those of you that are new to my blog following, I’m a teacher of smallish children.  I know, it sounds pretty scary considering the content of my work.  The point is, after dealing with that all day, writing lesson plans, compiling multi-media presentations to display information, refereeing slap-fights, fielding calls from parents who truly believe in their heart of hearts that their child is a darling little angel that would never do anything wrong— I’m exhausted.  I can’t think creatively.  Some days are better than others, of course.  Lucky for me, Thursdays with my writing partner, Siobhan Kinkade, always manage to energize me to keep going.  I just feel so crummy that all my other writing friends seem to be finishing things at an alarming rate and here I am, struggling to keep my head above water.

But now that’s off my chest and I’ll close with a bit more of “Bloodflower.”  I’d like to thank everyone that commented on my SSS post.  I got more response from a little blood and gore than from a whole paragraph of sex.  Weird.  I guess all you kids likey the violence.  And the badass vampires…


The creature watches her closely as she makes her way down the darkened street.  She moves quickly and he can smell the fear emanating from every pore.  She parked in the alley earlier
this afternoon, but she hadn’t expected it to be dark when she came back.  Now everything looked dark and imposing.  Every shadow is a demon in the dark, every passerby a murderer.  Her eyes dart this way and that, seeing nothing but imagining everything.  She feels hunted, though she cannot imagine that which hunts her.  She moves faster, sensing his presence, her keys clutched firmly in her hand.  She tries not to look around too much, afraid
that she’ll be staring into the face of the devil if she takes too much time to focus.  Finally she reaches the end of the alleyway where her car sits and she seems relieved to see it.

Creeping along the ledge overhead, he follows her down the street, keeping low so that she can’t see him.  And he doesn’t need to see her, he can feel her.  Smell her.  Her scent permeates the air around him and he breathes deeply, taking it in.  He wants to pounce, but knows that the anticipation will only make it sweeter.  He ducks back into shadows,  crouching down at the corner of the building to lie in wait.  She fumbles with her keys and curses the lack of streetlamps in this town.  Someone down the street screams, startling her.  She turns to look and her keys go flying, glinting once in the moonlight before being thrust into the inky darkness.  The girl makes a noise somewhere between anger and terror and drops to her knees, feeling around the ruddy pavement desperately.

“Where the fuck—“ she whines, crawling forward a little.  Her knees scrape against the rough gravel and he’s instantly inflamed with the scent of her blood.  Its carried on the wind and for a moment it clouds everything else.  His mouth waters and he can feel the burning pinpricks in his mouth as his fangs begin to grow. It was time to make his move.  He was in the perfect position to head her off if she tried to run.  There was no escape from the alley but into his embrace.  His body tensed, ready to pounce.  If the monster had a heart, it would be pounding hard against his sternum as the blood rushed through his veins.  But there was no heart.  As they say, its always the first thing to go.

Six Sentence Sunday: Bloodflower

Ah, Sunday… that day of the week when we get to tick down a list of fabulous writers, reading their best and brightest in six sentence bursts.  Its one of the only things that make Sundays bearable for me.  I’ve never liked Sundays– they’ve always been boring and melancholy for me.  And this Sunday, I think we all have reason for a little melancholy.  Today is, of course, the ten-year anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy.  I’m sure we all remember exactly where we were and what we were doing on that fateful morning.  I was teaching math to a bunch of third graders.  And I still remember that overwhelming sense of fear and sadness as clearly as if it were yesterday.

I think about my life and how different it is now, and it’s still a bit spooky.  The whole world has changed since that day and we’ve all had to change with it.  My point is— change IS living and going on is all we can do.  It’s the American spirit and that’s what’s gotten us through the last ten years.  BUT… why dwell on past tragedies?  I think we owe it to our heroes to have a little fun today.  To show the world that we’re Americans and can’t be kept down!  So without further ado, a little taste of Bloodflower, my current WIP and amazingly, its a vampire piece!


“We’ve only just met, friend.”  He reached down and grabbed Toboggan Man by the throat, lifting him high off the ground.  “It wouldn’t be polite not to have you for dinner.”  Before he could scream, the vampire bashed him twice against the bricks behind him, shattering his skull and leaving fragments of gray matter and bone behind.  As the man fell limp in his grasp, the vampire stole another look at the girl and saw that she was dazed with the
shock.  He tossed the man aside, leaving him to ooze his blood slowly onto the pavement beneath him.


I love a badass vampire….

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