December 7, 2013

Foodplay for Two -- Ménage à Trois


“I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine.”
--Tarzan, from Tarzan of the Apes
By Edgar Rice Burroughs
 
A ménage à trois of gooey, drippy, slurpy delight for a cold night on a “bare” skin rug, in front of the fireplace, with Food as Foreplay, Recipes for Romance, Love, and Lust by the Cooking Couple.
 
                                  Ménage à Trois Soup Gratiné
 
3 T butter
6 cups beef broth
3 large onions, thinly sliced
¼ tsp. freshly ground black pepper
1 cup peeled sliced shallots
½ cup Gruyére cheese, grated
1 tsp. sugar
2 (1-inch thick) slices French bread, toasted
3 cups sliced mushrooms (3/4 pound)
 
*    In a large stockpot melt butter over medium-low heat.  Add onions, shallots and sugar.  Cover and cook, stirring occasionally, until onions and shallots are wilted, about 15 minutes.
*    Add mushrooms and sauté for 1-2 minutes.  Add beef stock, cover and simmer for 20 minutes.
*    Preheat broiler.  Ladle soup into oven-proof or onion soup bowls.  Place toasted bread on top, cover with grated Gruyére cheese.  Place under the broiler and cook until cheese is melted and bubbly.
 
 
 

October 25, 2013

Night of the Harvest Moon

This Halloween . . .   As the wind moaned and dark clouds passed over a silver moon, bats covered a leaden sky. Soon the hills ...

October 3, 2013

Gabby's Second Chance


Gabby’s Second Chance
 

Snow fluttered lazily around Gabby Adams like ashes. Waves crashed the shoreline with an icy coldness, echoing the emptiness in her heart. No matter how hard she looked past the docks all she found was the darkness of the night and sea taunting her. Whether she liked it or not, this was her life now, a world of frigid darkness.

It wasn’t that long ago she was full of life and love. That was before she’d lost her heart, and her life, to a bloodsucker. Not the kind that sleeps all day and roams at night. No, her bloodsucker was a deceitful man who took everything she had to give and then some…including her unborn child.

Gabby swiped at the tear slipping down her cheek before turning from the docks, chasing away the self-pity about to take over. She’d always found peace in the smell of the water and the rhythmic licking of the waves upon the rocky shore, but not so over the past year. Not since someone she trusted and loved tumbled her bright sunny world into the abyss of dark lies.

If only she could find her way, things might be different. She might be able to trust her heart to another man, but that was very unlikely. As much as she yearned for the simple warmth of a male’s arms, she just couldn’t chance it again. She wouldn’t jeopardize another life, let alone her own for love.

Gabby turned the corner leading to the wharf shopping district, absent-mindedly placing a hand on her tummy. Once there had been love growing there. Her whole being had been filled with the deceptive emotion. Why do you keep doing this to yourself, Gabby? You know no one will want a woman who risked her baby’s life for a man who wasn’t worth a plug nickel.

A shiver crept over her and she shrunk deeper into her coat, burying her hands into the warmth the pockets offered. Her black boots moved at a clip along the boardwalk, every step echoing her dismal thoughts.

Detective Joe Michaels is wrong. I’m totally lost and unable to love anyone again. Why did Ryan have to come into my life and ruin everything? I’ll be one of those old ladies who live in a big old house full of cats for company. The only patter of little feet I’ll ever hear is that of cats…no children running up and down the stairs. No, instead I’ll be living my life knowing the case was closed. A done deal. Investigation over.

“Welcome to Lacey’s Lamp.” A cheery voice rang out with the sweetness of holiday bells.

Gabby jumped sideways, her hand covering her beating heart. She hadn’t even realized she’d walked into one of the wharf’s many establishments. Catching her breath, she looked into the most inviting pair of violet eyes with a smile that matched. Kindness radiated from the woman in a provocative sort of way.

“Are you new? I come down here several times a week and don’t remember seeing the place before,” Gabby asked as she stumbled further into the bar, feeling like she did every time she’d gone to visit her grandparents…all warm and cozy. Magical, in a childish sort of way.

Long red hair framed the woman’s face, making her smile even more inviting and her eyes twinkling shades of lavender. “Why yes, I just opened tonight as a matter of fact.” She stood behind the glistening bar, bathed in warm light; the smell of sugar cookies wafting through the air.

Christmas…it smells like Christmas Eve. Gabby breathed in deeply, feeling the warmth of love and happiness envelope her. A feeling absent for far too long that it made her tear up again. God, how she missed that feeling.

“Lacey Flowers at your service. You’re my first customer, and I’d love to learn more about you.” Lacey’s eyes twinkled with happiness and something Gabby couldn’t quite define, or resist. “Besides, you look like you could use something to warm you up a bit.”

Gabby shook off her winter coat and then sat on a stool at the bar. “I guess I could use something warm, it is damp out there tonight and with the snow…” she started, wondering why she hadn’t seen the bar on her way down to the docks. “When did you say you opened? I don’t remember seeing a sign or anything earlier tonight.”

“I’ve got exactly what you need. You don’t look like a big drinker, so how about a Peppermint Patty?” Lacey replied, setting a cup of steaming hot chocolate in front of Gabby. The sweet richness made Gabby smile while the peppermint schnapps soothed her troubled mind with memories of a happier time.

Lacey leaned over the bar, dropping a couple of mini marshmallows into the steaming cup. “I must confess, I’m not really ready to open to the public yet. You just looked so cold when I saw you standing at the docks, that when you walked by I just had to flip on the sign. Sort of like a guiding beacon in the night.”

“This is wonderful.” Gabby licked her lips, catching all the richness of chocolate that might have escaped. “Why Lacey’s Lamp? I don’t get it.”

Lacey refilled Gabby’s cup, her eyes twinkling. “Because I’m a genie and can grant you any wish you want.”

“Yeah, right!” Gabby laughed. “All in the holiday spirit I suppose.”

“You might say that.” Lacey leaned in closer, mesmerizing Gabby with her eyes. “But if it were true, what would be your one wish in the whole world. The sky’s the limit.”

Gabby sucked the melting marshmallows from her cup, feeling like a kid. “You mean besides world peace?”

“Well, if that’s what you really want, although I have a feeling it’s a bit more personal than that.” Lacey’s smile was intoxicating in a way that a loving human being’s would be. You could tell this woman anything, your deepest desire or worst problems. She could be your best friend. Or your mother for that matter. Whatever you said or however you felt, she’d want to know and wouldn’t judge you in the least bit. Just be there to hug you and tell you everything was going to be all right.

Hey, she is a bartender after all, isn’t she? Aren’t they trained to listen to other people’s problems? “I’m not sure you really want to hear all my history, you must get enough of it as it is. I’d rather just enjoy this luscious hot chocolate.”

“Well, if you’re sure, remember I am a genie after all and your wish is my command,” Lacey teased, winking at her.

“So you say.” Gabby chewed on her lower lip for moment. What harm would it do to get rid of some of her pain for a few minutes if nothing else? It might lighten her heart, although she doubted it very much. Nothing else had worked so why should this? But Lacey’s eyes and smile assured that her secrets would be safe, so why the hell not?

Gabby held her breath and then released the words she’d been afraid of letting out. “Well, in a nut shell, I’d like my life back.”

“Hmmm, could you be a little more specific? After all, anyone could wish for that, and without knowing the particulars, how am I supposed to grant you your one wish?” The smile of encouragement on Lacey’s face held the promise of sincerity, making it more difficult not to tell secrets best left to oneself.

“By getting my life back, I mean to live again. To trust people, especially men.” Gabby sat back in her stool, her hands wrapped around the once again full cup of spiked hot chocolate.

“Mmm, I see…go on,” Lacey encouraged, her expression one of interest in every word. “Can you go into a bit more detail?”

Gabby took a long sip of the peppermint chocolate, finding courage in its richness. “I protected a man I shouldn’t have, and lost not only my heart but my unborn child. I was in the early stages of pregnancy when Ryan decided to bet on the horses and slowly cleaned out our bank accounts. You have to understand, he was my everything and having his baby was an extension of our love. I’d given all the love I had to both of them.”

Lacey stood behind the bar, her eyes darkening slightly before the twinkle returned. Gabby thought they looked like the star on top of a Christmas tree.

“Anyway, two men came to our apartment, busting down the door. Ryan barricaded himself in our bedroom, and I placed myself between it and the thugs. As I got shoved over the top of a chair, Ryan slipped out the window and down the fire escape never to be seen again.” Gabby swallowed hard, reaching for a napkin, and then swiped a tear from her eyes. She needed all her inner courage to speak the painful words. The agonizing memory felt more like yesterday than twelve months ago. “I lost my baby that night.”
 

~~ Do you believe in Genies granting wishes? Neither does Gabby. ~~
 

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September 29, 2013

By The Blue Moon -- Chapter 1


Chapter One

Her dress hiked up to her waist, she gripped the edge of the cool mahogany desk. Her breasts flattened against the dark richness of the desktop, her nipples pebbled with hard desire for his touch. His large, roughened hand moved softly over her garter-clad ass a knee wedged her black-fishnet-covered legs further apart. Her pussy lips spread to accommodate the breadth of two long fingers, coaxing her juices to flow rapidly. She sucked in a whisper of a breath as he did his magic to her channel. Now, please take me now, she silently pleaded, wanting nothing more than to feel him spank her butt cheek hard before claiming her with his cock. Her hips shifted with his movements…
 
“Chas?”
Chastity Langford became rigid in her chair at the sound of her name, bringing her out of what had become one of her usual lunchtime fantasies. Damn! She quickly gathered her composure before turning away from the vast window overlooking the Jefferson River.
Her middle sister, Charity, stood just outside her office door. She looked shocked, like she’d just walked in on their parents. “The least you could do is close the blinds. I don’t understand what’s come over you lately,” she said, keeping an eye on the pathway along a row of cubicles, making sure no one was headed their way. “One of these days you’re going to get caught in the midst of your erotic daydreams by Clarity and summoned right up to Daddy’s door. You know how she is.”
Chastity laughed, smoothing her skirt. “Playing with herself might make her ease up a bit; it certainly helps me. Anyway, I really think she needs to get laid or something. Maybe I’ll buy her a rabbit. That’ll really put her over the sexual edge.”
Charity stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. “She’s our little sister, Chas. And even though you believe that’s what she needs, the problem is she doesn’t. You’ve got to respect her feelings and mine, and try to know or understand them, as well. And the truth be told, neither of us really understand what’s happening to you either, Chas. If I were you, I’d plan on being very cautious from here on in.”
Nodding, Chastity knew in her heart Charity was right. Over the past few months, the idea of sex had started to distract her from business. All she could think about was finding out what it was like being fucked, and the more she read the more she fantasized about it. The more her body craved to know what it felt like to have a man inside her, the more she found ways to imagine it happening. Like today, caught with her hand between her legs, literally. Thankfully the silver, egg-shaped vibrator purred in silence, keeping her secret safe.
She looked across her desk at her sister, wondering why now, in her thirties, the desire to be screwed like a whore in the night enveloped her. They used to be so alike, driven to succeed in business, not giving sex a second thought. Now she was as randy as a bitch in heat, leaving Clarity and Charity the only ones who acted normal. As sisters, they’d always seemed to go through their stages together, but no more. They were as close to being triplets without being triplets as was humanly possible, each being born within a year of the other. Their parents certainly had a thirst for sex in their fertile years, even if there were no more babies born into the family.
“You and Clarity don’t seem to be affected by this at all.” She sighed deeply and turned back to the calm waters of the river. “I wish I had the answers to my sexual craving, Charity.”
As the eldest daughter of a founding member of Langford and Langford, Chastity took her position seriously. Overseeing the HR department and protecting her younger sisters wasn’t glamorous by any stretch of the imagination, but it gave her a sense of responsibility and self-worth. She’d earned the position, having majored in general business with a minor in human resources, and she’d narrowly beat out some of the top students in her class.
Over the past few months she’d found her mind wandering, spent hours daydreaming about nothing in particular. Only recently, thoughts of sex gave her more of a sense of power than the prospect of someday running a company built on sweat and tears, with an occasional spillage of blood that never hurt anyone. At least that’s what Daddy and Uncle Foster kept telling her. And that’s all they told her.
At thirty-four she still had no idea what really lay beneath the foundation of Langford and Langford. She had this unsettled feeling that, for the moment, she was better off not knowing. She had more pressing matters to contend with, like getting back to her fantasy and the silver object still humming inside her.
“Oh, by the way, Mr. Matthews is asking for you. Something about you being late for a penthouse meeting, which thankfully I wasn’t asked to attend.” Charity winked then walked out of the office while Chastity hustled to button the opening in her dress and apply a fresh coat of lip gloss.
* * * * *
Chastity strolled into her father’s penthouse office like a she-wolf on the prowl. If only she knew how true to form she really is, Justin laughed to himself, feeling the all too familiar ache of his cock. I can only assume it was like this for all the Sinclairs when their mates were coming into heat for the first time. I could smell her juice before she even walked through the door.
If she knew the reaction her mere presence took with his mind and body, she might not be so smug about being a Langford. Or maybe she would; after all she was the prized I possession of the Langford clan. The eldest of the Blue Moon Sisters, as the clan referred to them, to carry on their ancient lineage…and his.
Since being brought in by Charles Langford, he knew he took liberties with his place in the family company more times than she probably cared to admit; after all, she didn’t have a clue as to why he was there. But she would soon enough, and he couldn’t wait to be there when she did.
“Daddy.” Leaning over, Chastity placed a kiss on her father’s cheek, revealing a hint of cleavage.
Justin sat back, tapping his pen in annoyance as saliva seeped at the corners of his mouth. “You’re late, Ms. Langford.”
“Justin.” Chastity took her place to the right of her father, a killer smile on her face that radiated sexual need. “Nice to see you, too.”
Damn! He nodded, pushing a stack of papers across the table. It would be a lot nicer for both of us if you were bare-ass naked instead of suited up tighter than a Christmas present. As soon as possible, I’m going to put that pretty little ass of yours next to my cock.
“Shall we get on with it?” Justin flipped open the first page. His crotch swelled. Watching her breasts strain beneath the fabric of her dress, he thought of nothing more than taking those pebbled nipples in his mouth. The only thing I’d really like to get on is your backside with my cock buried deep inside you. He took a depth breath, hoping the surge of lust would come down to a quiet wave.
Justin leaned forward, the smell of her near orgasm penetrating his senses. He almost came with the knowledge that she’d been playing with herself again. “I promise to make things as easy on you as possible, Ms. Langford.”
“Chastity,” Charles Langford said, settling deeper in his chair. “I’ll cut to the chase. From this day forward, you’ll be working with Justin. The two of you will be together constantly. If this company is going to continue through the years to come, you’ll have to do as I say…and as Justin instructs. I don’t have time to listen to your objections. There isn’t time to object, so don’t even try.”
Chas opened her mouth in what Justin presumed would be a major protest. He fully expected her to kick and scream all the way through this meeting. Kicking and screaming could be a good thing, as long as she was at my mercy.
Charles raised his hand to stop any protesting Chastity might have given. “Listen to me. I said no objections and I mean it.”
“Daddy, I don’t need this…this watchdog with me day and night. HR isn’t that exciting. In fact, Charity or Clarity could handle it better than I.”
“It’s time to take your rightful place, Chastity.” Getting up from his chair, Charles Langford stood behind Justin. “Your sisters’ times will come; for now, you will do as I instruct. Justin will be your guide and your mentor. Follow him carefully.
“Justin, you have my blessing to do as you must. Being the eldest, Chastity will no doubt try to run roughshod over you.”
“Yes, sir, she’ll be just fine,” Justin said, capturing his future mate’s yellow-green eyes with his own. “It’ll be a pleasure, I’m sure.” In his human heart he knew he had a challenge sitting in front of him, but his wolf heart howled with anticipation of Chastity Langford’s sweet nectar dripping on him.
* * * * *
Chas stiffened as her father left the meeting room. What in the hell is Daddy thinking? Part of her wanted to jump up and scream at the top of her lungs, while the other part found it a great opportunity to play with Mr. Justin Matthews. She’d have to think about the game to be played first. She contemplated a rousing game of strip Monopoly if for no other reason than to get to see if he had the balls to try to take on the challenge of getting her to do his bidding, but decided against it. She doubted he played fair at anything.
“I don’t need your guidance in anything, Justin. Least of all how to run the HR department.” Chastity licked her lips, pushing away from the table. The power of his sexuality took her by surprise, filling her body with a need to have him inside her.
Funny, she hadn’t noticed her wanton thoughts while her father was in the room with them. Why now? Why all of a sudden did she become filled with a need to throw herself at the little piss ant sitting smugly across the table? Even if she did find him attractive and wanted to find out what lay underneath the tight leather black pants, he was still a piss ant who wormed his way into her father’s good graces. A long-haired Adonis whose physical presence melted her into a pool of liquid silver.
Maybe jumping his bones wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’d finally find out what having a real dick instead of a pink rubber one would be like. Hell, on second thought I’m not up for that kind of rejection now or ever. Or at least not until I’ve had a little more experience in the area of bodily pleasures.
Justin smiled, getting out of his chair and drawing in a breath. “Wow, so you do have a…bitchy side to you. I would never have guessed it the way you walked in here.”
“You sure can be a prick when you want to be, Matthews.” She stood and moved from the table, the need for distance warring with the need to be in his arms. He was so damnably sexy.
Smirking, he picked up the stack of papers, and walked toward her. “I have a feeling you like that quality in me, Ms. Langford.”
“In your dreams, Mr. Matthews,” Chastity spat, finding herself backed up against the vast span of glass and the papers he’d once held fluttering around her feet.
With Justin standing mere inches from her, all she had to do was reach out and smack that smirk clean off his face. Instead, her pussy quivered in anticipation of what his closeness might promise. She held his hot gaze, his gold-specked eyes reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun.
His hands moved lightly over her breasts then pinched a nipple hard and fast. A hot shiver seared through her and she licked her lips. She held fast as he pressed his bulging hard-on against her thigh, her clit twitching harder with need. Her pussy tightened around the silver object purring against her clit in her panties, her hot juices seeping from her cunt.
Nearing the edge of coming in her silk panties, she closed her eyes slightly. If he would only move a fraction of an inch to my mound I won be able to keep silent…or keep my hands off him. Come on, Justin, just a little bit more. Show me what you’ve got to offer a woman, Matthews.
As if he’d heard her plea, he pressed harder against the inside of her thigh. His fingers brushing against the outside of her breast; she moaned with pleasure. His breath hot against her ear, she heard a whisper of words. “Remember, my dear Chastity, I’m the one in control here. I’m a perfect match for that she-wolf instinct growing inside you.”
She-wolf? He thinks of animals at a time like this? She quivered slightly, his tongue and teeth nipping at her earlobe, followed by a soft growl. The sound sensual and powerful, she moaned with the wave of a liquid hot climax threatening to shudder through her body.
Breathless, Chastity focused to find herself alone with her dress unbuttoned, her panties pooled around her ankles and one breast pulled from her white lace bra, its nipple held in a jeweled clip.

~~~ How does Chastity figure out Justin’s all about? ~~~
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September 27, 2013

By The Blue Moon


Prologue

The light of the full moon shimmered through the vast window of Justin Matthew Sinclair’s penthouse condo. Pacing the length of the condo only added to his nervous excitement from the telephone message. Charles Langford, leader of the Elite clan, had asked to see him. The urgency in his voice only meant one thing: the time had come for Justin to claim his mate.

Like the Langford girls, he’d been born to live the life of a wolfen. It was one of the reasons he’d left his native English township of Hillshire as a young man. When he was but three years of age, the word had come from their North American cousins that he’d been promised the first she-wolf born from the union of Charles and Joanna Langford.

Justin flipped through the file containing his mate’s information. Born thirty-four years ago, Chastity Langford showed signs of the prized strawberry-colored hair even as an infant. Her perfect heart-shaped face and yellow-green eyes held the promise of a lust level known only to those who possessed the ancient she-wolf looks.

Even in the file’s photographs, she held the power to cause his cock to swell painfully against his pants. If she held this sexual power over him now, what would it be like to see her in person? To hold her image in his eyes, inhale her scent, and feel the overwhelming desire to take her with a fiery need known only during the season of the Blue Moon?

It had been over a hundred years since a red she-wolf lived to take her rightful place in the clan. A red-haired princess brought the promise of a new day; a day when the beast men clan could come out of hiding and further their kind with human mates. It was a time when caution would be thrown to the full moon, with only the strong surviving.

A human mate wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Justin, and he knew it. He’d been born for this time, to take the lead of the clan and guide the young wolves in the hunt for their mates during the ancient mating ceremony. Their mating would last longer than a human’s lifetime for the wolfen who claimed a human as their lifemate.

As the eldest of the Blue Moon Sisters, Chastity had been promised to him as she made her way from her mother’s womb into the world. A world where a wolfen society survived among humans; living for the season of the Blue Moon. The rite of passage would soon take place and Justin would claim his lifemate, just as his ancestor had done before him. The question remaining…would he live through it this time?

 

~~ To Be Continued ~~

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September 18, 2013

Interview with Debi Wilder Author : -fReado

I wear many hats.  I work part-time for a non-profit after having retired from statement government in 2010 and relocating to Oklahoma (don’t miss. . .  Interview with Debi Wilder Author : -fReado

July 4, 2013

Human Touch -- July 2013


“Teach me what it’s like to be human.”



In 2499 it’s reported that sex is forbidden and all natural child conception shall end, until ….

In 2525 three human couples discover sex and give birth to three rogue babies that are captured in a raid. Then…

In 2550 three humans raised by SPAR officials, Reola, Stuart, and Simon rediscover what their parents before them knew…

Human Touch

 

March 30, 2013

Within These Chapel Walls: WITHIN THESE CHAPEL WALLS

Within These Chapel Walls: WITHIN THESE CHAPEL WALLS:

Loretto Chapel, with its beautiful Gothic exterior rising to the sky, and mystery staircase inside. What draws people to it? Does it work ‘miracles’ for some? Bring love for others? Find out when . . . (click title to continue reading)

Within These Chapel Walls: Love and War

Within These Chapel Walls: Love and War:  by Callie Hutton

Santa Fe, New Mexico

August, 1919


Deanie Lawrence stopped a few buildings down from the Loretto Chapel and took a deep breath. She chewed her lip in contemplation. This was not a good idea. Despite Father Ryan’s assurances, she doubted coming face to face with Peter after all this time would heal the anger in his soul. No. Her former fiancé despised her, and with good reason.

The church stood outlined against the crystal blue New Mexico sky. It had always brought her comfort, especially during her darkest hours. The majestic rise of the steeple and gothic design of the building itself brought a sense of calm to her raging nerves. Wiping her sweaty palms down the front . . . (click title to continue reading)

Within These Chapel Walls: A Carpenter's Miracle

Within These Chapel Walls: A Carpenter's Miracle:   by Anna Kittrell

“Ouch! Son of a—” Zach ground his teeth, bit back the word hovering on the tip of his tongue.

“This looks amazing!”

He spun around to see his sister standing in the doorway.

“Why the scowl?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, could be because I almost nailed my thumb to this blasted crucifix.” He turned back around and pounded his hammer on the rough timber.

Brenda stepped into the shed, her heels clacking across the . . . (click title to continue reading)

Within These Chapel Walls: A Free Choice

Within These Chapel Walls: A Free Choice: by Aryadne Leone  

“Sorry to disturb your prayers, Reverend Mother…”

The panic-tinged voice broke through her inner stillness, bringing Mother Superior Eva-Luke crashing back to earth. Once more, the flesh tugged at her, even as her spirit reached for liberation. She opened her eyes and turned to the anxious young novice.

“Yes, Sister Ruth,” the Mother Superior replied in well-modulated tones, lilted by a rich . . . (click title to continue reading)

Within These Chapel Walls: Adrian's Choice

Within These Chapel Walls: Adrian's Choice: by   Vinita Eggers
Santa Fe, New Mexico

Present Day



“Meg! Number fourteen wants to talk to you.”

In the process of putting the finishing touches on the seven tier wedding cake for her oldest brother’s wedding, Meghna Taylor winced as the unexpected bellow made her hand tremble.

Meg considered it a blessing that the customers at Sweet Bites felt comfortable talking to the head chef. However, when she had so many orders to finish and Easter was flashing . . . (click title to continue reading)

March 28, 2013

Within These Chapel Walls: A Carpenter's Miracle

Within These Chapel Walls: A Carpenter's Miracle:   by Anna Kittrell “Ouch! Son of a—” Zach ground his teeth, bit back the word hovering on the tip of his to...

January 11, 2013

7 Writer Challenge

The rules: Go to either page 7 or page 77 and starting with line 7, post the next 7 lines and then challenge 7 others to do the same.

I chose an excerpt from “By the Blue Moon” (Book 1 of Blue Moon Magic Series) for my 7 line challenge:

It had been over a hundred years since a red she-wolf lived to take her rightful place in the clan. A red-haired princess brought the promise of a new day; a day when the beast men clan could come out of hiding and further their kind with human mates. It was a time when caution would be thrown to the full moon, with only the strong surviving.
A human mate wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Justin, and he knew it. He’d been born for this time, to take the lead of the clan and guide the young wolves in the hunt for their mates during the ancient mating ceremony. Their mating would last longer than a human’s lifetime for the wolfen who claimed a human as their lifemate.
As the eldest of the Blue Moon Sisters, Chastity had been promised to him as she made her way from her mother’s womb into the world.

I’m challenging the following 7 authors to do the same:
Anna Kittrell
Ann Voss Peterson
Alice Robertson Clary
Karen Larson
Honey Jans
Penny Turpen James
Maxine Douglas