Friday, February 14, 2020


Blue Note
The Fractured Prism
Book One
Holly Graf and Krissy May

Genre: NA Urban Fantasy
Publisher: 252 Publishing

Date of Publication: 6/21/19

ISBN: 978-1-950753-00-0

ASIN: 195075300X
Number of pages: 250

Word Count: 67,444

Cover Artist: Krissy May

Tagline: Everything has a price

Book Description:

Niels Poulsen, self-styled God of Rock and lead singer in a popular punk band, has everything he could want: family, friends, fortune, and fame. When his best friend and fellow band member, Jace, goes missing, Niels will do anything to get him home safe.

Niels discovers that their money and connections won’t help them on their journey. They will rely on an model airplane, a family secret, and a tangled magic that weaves the band into the fabric of other realms so tightly they may never make it home again. Their quest takes them across new worlds, through foreign dangers, and straight into the path of an ancient prophecy that wants Niels for itself.

If Niels and his friends survive long enough to find Jace and negotiate their way home to Manhattan, will it be worth the price? The magic says one of them will have to die…

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       As they walked away from the sketchy people, Niels leaned down close to Hattie’s face. “The liquor stall? Or do you think it’s a setup? Christ.” He leaned away. “I’m as paranoid as Rhyss now.”
       “No you’re not.” She side-hugged him as they walked. “I’ve got a bad feeling too.”
       “They pointed that way,” he gestured, “so let’s go this way.”
       “Good idea.”
       They passed several stalls. One had all kinds of colorful eggs on display. Another had a row of kids dancing in front with a sign that read: Ontriss Academy of Noc Thui. Another stall had fried dough smothered in cinnamon.
       Niels’ stomach rumbled again.
       They should’ve begged Kenzie for some money before she left, but Niels had the feeling she didn’t have much in the way of funds. Land pirates were still pirates, after all.
       Something just ahead of them started screeching.
       Places to go: not in that direction. Whatever was up there probably ate people. Niels steered them casually toward a stall with jewelry, but Hattie was having none of being steered around.
       “What is that?” She moved towards the keening, cutting off a pissy guy with a cart full of vegetables. Some of the food toppled off the cart.
       Niels almost reached for one, but two thoughts stopped him: One, he had no idea whether they were even edible; two, Kenzie said they executed thieves, and this didn’t feel like a good day for that. Dying wasn’t on his agenda.
       He let Hattie pull him across the road on her quest for death-by-screech, until they were in sight of the screeching thing.
“Is that a dragon?” Niels asked.
Holy shit.
Not just a dragon, but...a dragon. It was about the size of a teacup, or a gerbil maybe because teacups didn’t have tails, and this dragon did. It was covered with spines and opalescent scales in every pastel color of the rainbow.
Even though it wasn’t as big as the other dragons they’d seen in Sylem, it made the most god awful noise to make up for its size. Niels was tempted to screech back at it, see how it liked that. Or bring his guitar and climb into the higher notes, with an amp.
When the dragon saw Niels, it screeched even louder, rattling the side of its cage so violently Niels thought it might knock itself off the table.
“It wants you,” Hattie said.
No it didn’t. Clearly it wanted out so it could attack him. While that technically counted as wanting him it wasn’t the good thing Hattie’s tone made it out to be.
He stopped freaking out. What had he just said to himself? He needed to trust that Hattie was often more right than he was about shit.
He finished crossing the road with her and didn’t stop her when she asked, “Can we look at that dragon?”
The stall owner, a beefy guy who would have been a butcher - or a Mafioso, which amounted to the same thing - in any decent, clich├ęd movie, frowned at them. “You spoiled my dragon.”
He lifted the latch on the cage door and the little rainbow-tiled monster shot out of the cage, directly at Niels.
Niels backed away. He couldn’t die yet. He still had songs to write, Hattie to date, his mom to annoy…
The dragon landed on his shoulder, chirped once, and let out a huff of steam that condensed into beads of water on Niels' neck.
Okay, so not dying today. Not yet, anyway.
Niels allowed himself to breathe.
The dragon was kind of cute if he ignored its claws digging into his shoulder through his shirt.
“That’s three hundred Angmol.”
Oh yeah, Niels could just pull that out of his ass.
“We don’t have three hundred those things,” Hattie said.
“Or one,” Niels muttered so only she could hear. She laughed.

About the Authors:

Holly began her career as an accountant. While her sense of humor tends appropriately dry, her love for writing far exceeds the constraints of an office job. She attended four colleges across three states in pursuit of her BS in Accounting, while taking extra courses in philosophy, law, and writing. Between words, she spends her time immersing herself in the magic of life.

Krissy lives in a chaos factory, which is run by a merciless team of miniature humans and their pets. She enjoys music, foreign languages, noise-cancelling headphones, and the smell of fresh-mowed grass. She has a useless degree in Physics and part of another useless degree in Nursing, neither of which helped in the creation of this book.

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Monday, February 10, 2020


Goodness, it's been a busy weekend. We've had an overnight paranormal investigation and another on Sunday. I need a moment to take my headphones off and put my feet up, and read some emails. Look what I found. Author Colleen Halverson is having a cover reveal for her new book today. Take a peek!

Echoes from the Veil
Aisling Chronicles
Book Three
Colleen Halverson

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Entangled
Date of Publication: Feb. 24th 2020
Number of pages: 305
Word Count: 88K

Tagline: Love is Always Worth Fighting For

Book Description:
Aisling Elizabeth Tanner is now the leader of the Faerie rebellion. Facing the end of the world, she will have to find the strength to lead the Fae to victory against the threat they face, or risk losing everything, including Finn, whom she’s come to love more than life.      
Warrior Finn O’Connell wants nothing more than to fight by Elizabeth’s side. But an ancient Celtic goddess threatens to take charge of his soul, and he will have to wage a war within himself to save the rebellion from disintegrating into chaos.         
Betrayal leads them into the Fae Underworld, where Finn discovers his greatest sacrifice might be letting Elizabeth go—forever.

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About the Author:

As a child, Colleen Halverson used to play in the woods imagining worlds and telling stories to herself. Growing up on military bases, she found solace in her local library and later decided to make a living sharing the wonders of literature to poor, unsuspecting college freshmen. After backpacking through Ireland and singing in a traditional Irish music band, she earned a PhD in English with a specialization in Irish literature. When she’s not making up stories or teaching, she can be found hiking the rolling hills of the Driftless area of Wisconsin with her husband and two children. She also writes as C.B. Halverson.

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Feeling lucky today? We are. We have author Brandy  in the hot seat to answer a few questions. Welcome, Brandy.
SC: Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

BI: I love this question!  Rion Webster is the main character of Something Happened (granted you can argue that Beckett is a main character as well—but the story is from Rion’s perspective and she’s the protagonist).  Rion is a very guarded individual.  She doesn’t have a lot of friends (at first) and she has no family (or so she thinks).  She hasn’t ever really known how to have fun.  Her mother was horribly neglectful and abusive and she had to live in awful foster homes.  And, once out on her own, Rion does her best not to let anyone in.  But, when she finds out she had a little sister—she tries to let her guard down finally.  She wants to do something for Beckett that no one ever did for her.
SC: Keeping in mind the title of this blog, do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?  Careful now, lol.

BI: I want to believe in the paranormal.  I really do.  I think that’s one of the reasons I write about it so much.  But, I’ve never had any personal experiences with the paranormal.  Anything that might have passed as a paranormal experience I have managed to reason away with “logical” explanations.  So, I guess I would describe myself as an open-minded skeptic.
SC: We'll take that. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

BI: Currently I’m working on an urban fantasy novel called Teeth.  The book starts off with a young woman who wakes up sick one morning.  And she throws up something very…strange in the bathroom sink.

SC: Something supernatural perhaps? Thanks for dropping in today so we could get to know you better. Let's take a look at your book now.

Something Happened
Brandy Isaacs

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Horror, New Adult Fiction

Date of Publication: Sept. 1, 2019


Number of pages: 302

Word Count: 98,082

Cover Artist: MuertoLopez, and Joe Pessanha

Book Description:

Rion Webster never knew she had a father, let alone a little sister. But, when social services calls informing her that her estranged father is dead, and her younger sister is now an orphan, she reluctantly opens her home. It doesn’t take long to realize Beckett is a troubled kid. Deeply troubled.

Unwilling to turn her back on the only family she knows, Rion struggles to help the child. Rion, more than anyone, knows the horrors of an abusive childhood, so she vows to stick it out for her sister. But, something is wrong with Beckett. Something more than just an abusive childhood.

If Rion and her friends can find out what happened, they just might save the child. But, who will save them from Beckett?

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From the moonlit window, she could tell the closet door was open.  Rion’s heart slammed in her chest as she noted the empty bed.  “Beckett,” she gasped.  Hisses and grunts were coming from the dark closet but that was the only sound in the entire house.  Every sound was blocked by the blood rushing in her ears and the struggle coming from the closet.  She stepped into the doorway and the breath was stolen from her lungs.  “Beckett!” she snapped.
The little girl was holding Link—the cat’s back to her chest—as she struggled to wrap long piece of cloth—a robe belt, Rion realized—around his neck.  The other end was tied to the clothes rack.  Link was struggling to claw or bite his way free.  “Let go of him!” Rion snapped.
Beckett turned towards her and Rion froze again.  The smile on the kid’s face was eerie enough, but something was wrong with her eyes.  They were on fire with hate…and something else.  Glee, Rion realized.  The kid’s entire face was twisted into pure evil glee.  It was as unnerving, as if a doll had come to life.  Becket snarled and Rion could feel every hair on her body stand on end.  Finding her voice, she dropped to her knees and growled.  “I said, let him go.”
Finally, Beckett dropped the struggling cat and it bolted from the room.  Fear and anger surged through   Rion and seemed to push her out of her body.  Everything was too much, too fast.  She watched as she reached out and gripped Beckett by the shoulders.  “What is wrong with you?” she roared through clenched teeth.  She shook the girl’s shoulders, once, twice, three times.  And on the third shake, reason returned.  She needed to get the girl out of her hands or she would do something worse.  Her arms felt like iron and her fingers claws, but she regained enough sense to push the girl away.  Beckett stumbled backwards and landed in a pile of dirty clothes.
Rion stared at her in shock, the rage melting as she sucked in a heavy breath. What have I done?  She waited for Beck to start crying.  Screaming.  Anything.  Instead, the kid laughed.  It was a guttural chuckle in a little girl’s voice.  She struggled to right herself and Rion was reminded of the eighties horror movie about a killer doll.  Beckett didn’t move like a kid.  She moved with a horrific calm and purpose.  Rion couldn’t move, or speak, she was stunned.  By her own behavior and at Beckett’s.  Once the kid was sitting up, she crossed her legs and stared at the floor.  And didn’t make a sound.
As the seconds ticked by, everything grew still again.  She let out a gush of air and flopped back onto her heels.  She felt empty.  Beckett had needed her and her response was to shake her.  Beckett might not have even been awake.  “Fuck,” she whispered.  But what about her eyes?  I’ve never seen someone look so cold and brutal before.  Even the foster father who whipped her with a belt for forgetting to clean the bathroom didn’t look like he enjoyed it as much as Beckett did when trying to kill Link.  Rion almost laughed at herself.  Clearly, she had imagined it.  She was in a panic and it is almost pitch black in here.  A kid isn’t capable of that kind of villainy?  Right?  “Beckett?”  The kid didn’t respond.  “Beckett?” Rion tried again.  “Let’s go back to bed.”
She reached out to lift the kid off the floor, but as soon as she touched her the stillness exploded.  Beckett began screaming and flailing.  It wasn’t a scream of fear.  It was rage.  The kid’s teeth were bared and her eyes were burning again.  White fire scorched her neck as Beckett tried to claw her face.  Rion jerked her head back in time and the tiny, razor-like nails missed their target but got her throat instead.  She tried to restrain the kid, but, even though she was small, she was strong.  And she had the advantage of surprise.
“Beckett!” Rion cried, wrestling with teeth, arms, fingernails, feet and legs all at once.  Stars burst in her eyes when Beckett’s head slammed into her nose.  Her vision took a second to return and by the time it did, Beckett had scrambled away into the corner of the closet.  Rion touched her nose, expecting her fingers to come away covered in blood.  But, they were clean.  Her eyes watered, but she didn’t think her nose was broken.
She watched Beckett for a moment.  Can a night terror cause this?  Wouldn’t she wake up by now?  Rion had no idea—so she gave up.  She knew fighting with the kid would only cause more damage.  “Beckett…I’m…I’m just going to let you stay in here.  I’m—I’m sorry.  OK?”

Rion backed out of the closet.  That was so fucked up.  She sat on the edge of the bed and rested her head in her hands.  When Chambers finds out about this I’ll be lucky not to be in jail.  But, would Beckett even remember this?  Rion’s skin crawled.  She felt like a monster.  She had physically attacked a kid she was supposed to be caring for.  But, a reasonable voice in her head began, the kid attacked a cat.  And she attacked you.  Rion knew that was shitty semantics, but she found some comfort in it anyway.

About the Author:

Brandy was born and raised in Lexington, KY, but moved around a bit since then.  Currently, she lives outside of Chicago and writes when she's not working to make the world a better place (her day job is at a nonprofit).

If one person enjoys the stories in her head, she's happy.  And inspired to keep going. If you keep reading, she'll keep writing.  Just kidding--she's gonna write even if no one is reading.

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Sunday, February 9, 2020

Ghost Tours in the 108 Mile Heritage Site | UNTOLD STORIES OF THE CARIBOO CHILCOTIN COAST

This came up on my facebook feed today, and since I have done a paranormal investigation there a few years back, I thought I'd take a moment to share this video.

If you happen to be in the area this summer, you might want to check this out. All funds raised go to the museum.

The show is hosted by Jason Ryll. The "historian" in this video is Spaced Out Radio's Dave Scott.

I'm not sure when part two will be uploaded, but enjoy this while we wait. 

Friday, February 7, 2020

INTERVIEW WITH E.B. BLACK (Love and the Undead)

Today we have author E.B. Black pulling up a chair to chat for a bit. Welcome!
SC:  Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
EBB: Max is the kind of girl who has been hurt in life. She went through a horrible divorce that left her heartbroken, lost her daughter to zombies, and now is trying to take care of her grandmother while also surviving the apocalypse. She’s strong. She’s loyal. She’s passionate about her beliefs. But she’s also terrified to love again or trust anyone after the world has fallen apart.

That’s why when four men come into her life, fall for her, and slowly win over her heart, it’s almost scarier to her than fighting the actual zombies themselves.
SC: Four men can be very scary indeed. But that's a whole different topic. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

EBB: I am agnostic, so when it comes to supernatural or spiritual things, I am always on the fence about whether or not I believe in them. I have experienced paranormal things, but I still wonder if there is some other explanation for them.
For example, when I was a toddler, I was abandoned by a teacher at my preschool who was supposed to be watching me at the time. I remember a little girl I’d never met coming out and playing with me after she left. The girl was mischievous and told me she had been at the school for a long time. She had us do things that I specifically had been told not to do and was nervous about doing, but overall she was very nice to me.

Later, I was told that no girl like that existed at the school and I had been alone the entire time.
Now, did I hallucinate the whole thing as a way of comforting myself (like an imaginary friend) or was she a ghost?

I don’t feel I have definitive proof either way.
SC: Fair enough. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

EBB: I’m working on another reverse harem romance novel. I love incorporating death into my stories. The book I am releasing right now has zombies in it. The one I am working on, Spirit Speaker, has necromancers in it. Death is a very powerful and terrifying thing. I think as an author, I write about it in hopes of understanding it better someday.
SC: Thanks for stopping by for a chat today. Let's take a look at your novel now.
Love And The Undead
E.B. Black

Genre: SciFiRom/PNR Reverse Harem

Publisher: E.B. Black

Date of Publication: January 31, 2020


Cover Artist: Swoon Worthy Book Covers

Tagline: Sometimes it takes the end of the world to find true love.

Book Description:

Max doesn't believe in hope or true love.

She's divorced. She lost her daughter and mother in the zombie apocalypse. She's losing her grandmother slowly to alzheimers. She's seen more dead and undead bodies than she ever thought possible.

But fate doesn't care.

It brings her not ONE...not TWO...not even THREE...but FOUR hot men whose only desire is to win over her heart.

And while the world is being ravaged by tragedy, she'd rather confront a horde of zombies than the possibility of getting hurt again.

This book is perfect for romance readers who are also fans of shows like "The Walking Dead" and "iZombie." It is part of the "Common Elements Romance Project."

ORDER TODAY to find out if TRUE LOVE wins in the end!

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“Let me see.” Derrick had gathered some supplies from Jed, who still carried my backpack. There were unused rags leftover from Nick’s gunshot wound and a sewing kit in his hands. The doctor had gotten down on one knee, set his supplies aside, and was staring at my injured hand.
His jaw and fists were clenched. I could see on his face that he was holding a part of himself back as he drew near me.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m fine. I’m sure you have more important things to do. My wounds aren’t deep.”
The muscles in his forearm tightened at my words. His voice sounded strained. “That’s for me to decide.” He grabbed my hand and turned it over impatiently before dropping it. “Flex your fingers.”
I did so easily.
He nodded his head. “Good. The cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to have done damage to your nerves. I don’t think you need stitches.”
I raised one eyebrow. “Told you I’m fine.”
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need my help.” His dark gaze met mine as his voice grew hoarse. I could hear whatever he was holding back coming through. “You’re making a big mess with all this blood. Have I told you how much I hate messes?”
“You didn’t have to, I could tell.”
My words were nonchalant, but my heart was pounding loudly in my ears as he licked his lips. He looked ready to either throw me off the edge of this barn for offending him with my uncleanliness or like he was the real zombie here and ready to eat me...
“We need to clean you before I bandage you up.” He lifted one of my hands towards his face. “It stopped raining and we don’t have any water to spare, so I’ve been left with no choice. It’s not the most sanitary option, but...”
He parted his full, sexy lips and popped one of my fingers into his wet mouth. I wanted to protest, but I was paralyzed. He sucked the blood off like some kind of ravenous vampire. I gasped in surprise, feeling weak in the knees. His mouth was so soft, warm, gentle, and slow. He sucked on each of my fingers in turn until I shut my eyes, ready to give myself over to him.
He moaned as he continued to suck and I couldn’t help imagining that mouth exploring other places. We would-
The moment was interrupted as Nick grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him up and off of me. Nick punched him in the stomach. Derrick grunted and hunched over, almost collapsing to his knees again.
“I told you to keep your hands off of her,” Nick growled the words. “If you touch her again, I’ll hurtle you off this roof and let the zombies take care of you for me.”
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Thursday, February 6, 2020


Maria Shield has dropped in to have a short chat with us. Grab a cup of tea and come on in!

SC:  Tell me a little bit about your the main character of this your book.
MS: Since it is a romance, I have two main characters in this story. The first is Claire, a woman driven by logic, who has taken on the stressful task of starting her own restaurant. Claire definitely doesn’t believe in the supernatural, or anything she can’t see with her eyes. When she finds a man claiming to be an immortal hero who wronged a goddess, she is inclined to believe he is crazy. That is, until she comes face to face with animal-shifters from Circe’s island.
Her love interest is Argos, an immortal hero from Ancient Greece. He’s been trapped on Circe’s island for five hundred years and has finally made his escape. He comes from a time when gods and monsters ruled the land, but the modern-day world doesn’t seem to have those concerns. Luckily, he has Claire there to help guide him.
SC:  Do you believe in the paranormal, and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

MS: I definitely believe in the paranormal and have always been obsessed with ghost stories and the supernatural. Unfortunately, I’ve never experienced anything personally, but I do have two fun facts I can share. My home state of Kansas has one of the world’s most haunted houses in the US, “Sallie House.” I also went to university at the University of Kansas in Lawrence, home of the Winchester brothers from Supernatural. 
SC: Hang in there. If you're open to something Supernatural  happening, it probably will. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
MS: Holding Out For a Hero is my first in the Order of Olympus series. I’m currently working on a novella that should be coming out in Spring 2020 and Book Two, which will explore the monstrous side of the Mythos world. Fans can expect to see some classic Greek monsters in Book Two and how they’ve adapted to the modern world. I hope you will all join me on this adventure!
SC: Thanks for stopping by, Maria. Let's take a look at your novel  now.

Holding Out For A Hero
Order of Olympus
Book One
Maria Shield

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Shield Publishing

Date of Publication: 31 Jan 2020

ISBN: 978-1-7343533-1-0
ISBN: 978-1-7343533-0-3

Number of pages: 320
Word Count: 84,000

Cover Artist: Damonza

Tagline: She will face gods and monsters to save the man she loves.

Book Description:

A hero cursed by the gods…

Once one of the greatest heroes Ancient Greece had ever known, Argos is a far cry from the immortal warrior he used to be. After five hundred years of captivity, he is finally free—but a curse from a goddess has left him woefully mortal. In order to become a hero again, he’ll need the help of the gods and the seductive nymph who saved his life.

The only woman who can help him…

Claire Winters is definitely not a nymph, despite the assumptions of the half-naked man whose life she saved . Taking care of a delusional man while a storm rages is not what she planned – especially not as she gets ready to open her dream restaurant. She doesn’t have time for the tall tales of her handsome rescue. Yet, here she is.

When it turns out Argos’s claims are real, Claire finds herself thrown deep into a hidden and ancient world. Now, the two strangers must rely on each other to survive. Together they will face the gods, and the fiery attraction between them, as they work to reunite Argos with his ancient powers.

Will strength and wit be enough to protect them? Or will love prove to be the most powerful weapon of all?

HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO is the first novel in the ORDER OF OLYMPUS series. A sexy, action-packed romance series based on Greek Mythology and set in the modern world.

Ancient heroes never looked this good.

Excerpt 1: (Steam Level- Smoking)
We should help each other…
Gods, more precious words had never been spoken. Argos cradled them, cherished them, just like he did the small leaf of a woman who offered them up to him. She did not need to emphasize what she meant; the hand that firmly grabbed at his front made everything very clear.
His body could not help but react. What it had been starving for was finally offering itself to him. Eager and ready. He did not even realize his hand had grabbed hers in a solid grip, pulling it away from his aching cock. Claire blinked her owlish eyes at him, her lips parted in surprise.
A groan worked its way up his throat as he forced himself to stay in control. “You are already helping me, Claire.”
“You’re right,” she said stubbornly, “I am.” She trailed her free hand up his arm and across his collarbone. Her lips followed, pressing a trail of kisses against his heated skin. Argos watched in fascination as each kiss sent a jolt of lightning threw him. He wanted those lips against his own. He needed her to look at him.
Finally, she did, her eyes beseeching. Her lips parted, silently begging for him to claim her.
Defiant little nymph. She was not an innocent. How could he ever think that? The Claire in front of him matched the confident seductress who infiltrated his fantasies. The woman commanded attention and refused to let it go.
Argos could not help it. His body leaned forward, aching for her touch. He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his control slip.
Of course, it was at this moment that Claire pulled back, startled by the noise that escaped him. “I want this to be good for you as well,” she amended softly, looking torn. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you not to tease me,” he nearly growled, swooping down to capture her lips. It was a proper kiss. The thing he had been wanting since first laying eyes on her lush lips. As he had dreamed, they parted easily for him, allowing his tongue entrance. An delightful noise arose from Claire and his curse ached for more. “I need you. All I need is you.”
Claire gasped as he picked her up. Her body hardly weighed more than his old shield. He easily tossed on onto the bed, her nightshirt hitched up, revealing unmarked white skin.
Looking down on her turned his entire body into a burning flame. He worried it would burn them both alive. It felt like a century since the last time he’d touched a woman, though it had been only a few days. He wanted to ravage her, but that would not do.
She was helping him. The least he could do was make the experience one she would never forget.
“What are you doing?” Claire propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him with excited eyes. Her hair was disheveled from their escape, but it only made her more beautiful to him. In a few moments, it would be even worse. He wanted her to fall apart under the pleasure he gave.
“I fear that once I start, I will not be able to stop,” he breathed, giving her one last chance to quit while they could.
Her lips parted, but the words refused to come out. Slowly she pulled herself into a sitting position and reached for her top. The air left Argos’s lungs as she pulled it over her head, showing two perfect, pale breasts. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Small and soft, barely holding on to the same tone of color as the rest of her body.
“I don’t want you to stop.” 
About the Author:

Maria Shield writes romance, and science fiction. She was raised in Kansas but has since lived all over the world, from Korea to Japan, finally ending up in her current location in Hawaii with her husband and pets. She is passionate about  Japanese culture, ancient history, and feminist activism.

She also loves helping other writers find their communities and sharing craft tips and tricks. This often means she's participating in a critique group somewhere or starting one herself.

When she isn't writing, Maria can often be found doing the 3 R's: Reading, Running, and Researching.

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