#MySexySaturday — Mavim: Sizzling New Release


She called out to him through time and space…an impossible dream…a hopeful imagining. Having heard her plea, he would not stop until he’d claimed her. 

Mavim aches for the woman he left behind on Sanguinoss. She was a princess, a member of the royal family of elite vamps. His Amante…his love. Though he dreams of her every night, and pines for her every single day, he knows he cannot have her. He believes her dead.

But when Mavim intercepts the ghost of a communication from his lovely Fania, a communication which was probably engaged weeks or months earlier, he realizes she might still live!

Can Mavim find the only woman he’s ever loved and save her from an evil nemesis who covets her for his own and will stop at nothing to have her? Or will he finally look into his lover’s eyes…touch her satin skin…only to feel her slip from his grasp all over again?


The woman was covered in blood. Her hair and face and clothing coated in it. Her eyes glowed silvery-green in the dim light and her hand rested on her hip as she thrust and parried and easily defeated another lumbering swordsman, sending him to the bloody ground without his head. Mavim’s heart started to thunder, his Earth pants tightening as he stiffened beneath them. “By Maja, she’s incredible,” he breathed.

Yvan chuckled, slapping a celebratory hand to his shoulder. “And you thought you were rescuing her, my friend.”

The last guard succumbed to Fania’s sword and crashed to the ground, his head rolling across the floor toward Mavim and Yvan. Mavim stopped it with his foot before it slammed into them, his gaze never leaving her.

As if she felt him looking at her, Fania turned her head, her gaze flickering in recognition. She rested the tip of the sword on the ground near her feet and suddenly seemed to slump, leaning heavily on it. “Mavim?” She wavered, the silvery glow fading quickly from her gaze as she took a step toward him. But she seemed to have no strength left. She started to fall.

Mavim was suddenly there, and when she fell she fell against him…wrapped tightly in his desperate grasp. “By Maja,” he murmured against her hair. “You’re alive.”

Her lips lifted, her breath sweet against his face. “You came. I knew you would come.”

Mavim fought the urge to lower his lips to hers. It was not the time and certainly not the place. But resisting her…even covered in blood and gore…was the hardest thing he’d ever done. “Always, Amante. I’ll always come for you. Do not ever doubt it.”


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Sam and Family Vacations

The last time a large part of my extended family met for a family vacay, it was in the Outer Banks, North Carolina for a week of blessed togetherness (sarcasm). Twenty people of all ages and sizes squashed into a beautiful house on the beach. I’d like to say it went off without a hitch. But I’d be lying. All in all, though, a good time was had by…well…most. #:0)

Being with family is always an experience, no matter what your age. When any family gets together for an extended period of time, certain things will happen. Old rivalries will resurface, competitive instincts will revive, and entrenched insecurities will rise to the surface.

It is, of course, no different in my family. But we perhaps cope with it a bit differently than other families.

In my family we don’t go at it face to face. We abhor direct, frontal attacks. They make our palms sweat. We prefer a sneakier program, rich with whispered sniping and private smoldering when somebody doesn’t quite come up to snuff. We embrace passive aggressive techniques and have grown expert at dishing out playful but revenge-tinged activities that both entertain and satisfy.

We put firecracker caps on toilet seats, play tackle kickball on the beach, and put spider “ice cubes” into people’s drinks.

Of course ye old water balloon made a soggy appearance. And a few of us found ourselves chewing an air sandwich on our way into the pool fully dressed. But these are mundane revenge tactics…almost not worth mentioning.

I prefer to talk about the fake cat poop that kept showing up everywhere. Now that’s a truly classy form of revenge!

Seriously though, we all love each other. And we have a lot of fun when we get together. But between the heartfelt hugs and the I love yous, we’re all thinking whether adding shaving cream to the water balloons or short-sheeting the twelve-year-old’s bed would give us more pleasure.

What can I say…we’re a playful bunch.

The tackle kickball? It didn’t start out that way. But we’re very competitive and, well, it was too boring doing it the normal way. So I threw the first tackle. I admit it. And it was a sight to behold. My older sister, a beautiful and kind woman who’d do anything in the world for any of us, was rounding second on her way to third after an impressive kick to the outfield (which my team-mates were stumbling and bumbling to retrieve). A consistent and infuriating size 4, my lovely sister didn’t have a chance when I set my sights on her. I lift 50 lb bags of grain in my barn on a daily basis, so the added 60 pounds of her diminutive frame were almost nothing to me. I picked her up and slammed her (gently of course) to the warm sand, giggling in delight) I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that my delight had nothing at all to do with the fact that the woman couldn’t gain a pound of fat if her life depended on it. While I, alas, have many scars from a lifelong battle with the pudge monster. No, it was all in good fun (lie). And it gave the family many hours of hilarity discussing how her head bounced off the sand as I landed on her.

And we were off.

Bodies flew everywhere. Hilarity abounded (word?) Other people on the beach stopped what they were doing and pulled up chairs to enjoy the show. A gorgeous storm slid in over the water and sent high winds into the game, blowing us around like one of the team.

At one point, my niece (a very confident woman) and I advanced growling on my daughter’s six foot five inch boyfriend as he rounded third. He screamed like a girl. Unfortunately, he also danced like a butterfly and got around us, making it home for a point.

Dang it.

I’ll get him next time.

Yes, we are competitive. But I’m proud to say we drew the line at tackling my 77 year old mother (yes, she was playing too!) or my 8 year old niece to the ground. And great fun was had by all. Well, except for my brother, who’d been tackled by a girl and wasn’t too happy about it. Yay for me!

I love my family. They’ve given me a wonderful place in this world. They’ve provided me with love. They’ve offered undying, unconditional support, and they’re always there when I need them. They ground me and give me a sense that I belong in this world. I wouldn’t trade them for anything and I cherish every last one of them (damn lie).

But that doesn’t mean I won’t tackle their butts next time we play kickball!
What can I say, as that great philosopher Popeye once said, “I yam what I yam.”

And mostly I’m okay with that.

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Tuesday Taste – Snippet from Honeybun One & Done – June 2015

honeybunoneanddone-500A Portrait in Madness…

Her dreams were painted in violent images and vivid colors. Lurid red, the color of blood dripped across slicing pictures of death and destruction. Torn, purple flesh separated beneath her slashing hand. Burning with an unexplained rage, her muscles taut with the need to rend and destroy. She wasn’t a passive participant in the dreams. She guided them with a killer’s mind and an artist’s eye. Her killing movements were like a dance, serene in their unfettered purpose. She was death personified, shifting with lithe, easy movements that tore life from her screaming victims and flung it carelessly aside because she was eager to tear into the next target.

She didn’t need weapons. She didn’t need assistance of any kind. Her mind was a laser that cut through her prey as easily as softened butter. Slicing, hacking, severing flesh into glistening, blood-red voids through which their evil purpose leaked onto the floor beneath her feet.

She was an avenging angel. A punishing spirit with a silicone conscience. Nothing tethered her to the constructs of right or wrong. Right was what she needed it to be. Wrong didn’t exist in her sphere.

Only need existed. And in that moment she needed to kill.

It was as simple as that.

Something slithered into the dreams, rippling the calm surface of her killing spree. She lowered the blood-covered knife she held in one hand and looked up, frowning into the fracture forming on its edge. Dark faces moved from the fracture. Faces marked with vacant holes for eyes and a hollow “O” for a mouth. As if they were perpetually surprised.

They came after her and she was unable to run. Her feet stuck to the floor, glued there by a sticky sea of drying blood. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t work up the energy to do it.

So she simply waited as hard, unyielding hands grasped her arms and legs, and carried her away to Hell.


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