Thursday, June 30, 2011

Thursday Short Story Slam - Sailboats

We provide the image, you provide the story or poem.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Jona groaned against the vice tightening inside of his skull. Light speared with the intensity of lasers into his shuttered eyes, his bladder was about to explode, hell, even his teeth hurt and still the thunking noise continued.

“Son.of.a…can’t a guy drink himself into oblivion in fucking peace?” The last of his words were uttered in near silence—a testament to Jose, Jim and Johnny for winning this round.


“Fine…” Jona groaned, giving a violent shove to the tangle of sheets on the bed. As he dropped his feet to the swaying floor and brought himself upright it became clear that standing was out of the question. His only hope was to hand and knee it across the floor while silently praying he’d make it to either the head, or the edge of the boat, before he returned last night’s idiocy to the outside of his body.


Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Jona moved from the bathroom, once more on his own two feet, and tossed the well used toothbrush into the trash. No one was more thankful than he that the three J’s had been kind and their retribution quick. His head continued to pound with a headache that would last all day, if not longer, but he deserved it. There was a reason he didn’t drink.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

“Okay, what the hell…” Jona climbed to the deck of the ketch he called home, slid his sunglasses over his burning eyes and headed to the rail. The harbor was a ghost town this time of the year. No work was being done on the docks, even though it would have been the perfect time for it and the boats in the surrounding slips appeared to have been closed up for the season. There was not a sole to be seen, and yet the sound continued.

Jona walked the railing around his boat, his eyes on the water next to the hull. Perhaps something on his boat had come apart, or off of another boat, and was brushing up along the side. Waves rolled in, creating small white caps that lapped against the boat, bringing with it bits of flotsam from the Atlantic.

“Shit!” At the bow, he spied the tail end of a fish beating the hell out of his boat. He’d have to pull it out quickly or he’d be dry docking the Sunset Eyes for a paint job before he could sail her again.

Jona was mildly surprised by the fin as it bobbed about large and luminescent. It was mesmerizing, a green so dark it looked almost purple, but it glowed like a jewel. He’d hoop, rather than hook the fish to bring it up; it would be a shame to destroy the gorgeous scales.

He rigged a pulley system and tightened the hoop rope around the tail. Leaning back, he tugged at the rope and raised his catch. When the tail came even with the rail he could see the stiffening and undulating of a fish that was still alive even after the beating it had taken against his boat. His stomach protested at the notion of having to beat the fish to death, hopefully it was still able to swim and he could release it back out into the ocean.

All thought of catch and release escaped him as the gorgeous scales turned to alabaster skin tinged with the lightest shade of purple he’d ever seen. This had to be some drunk induced state. The three J’s were fucking with him.

A trim waist led to perfectly pert, palm-sized, mouth-watering breasts. Higher was a long thin neck, adorned with three perfect strands of pearls that cost the purchaser a seemingly outlandish amount of money, he’d know because the receipt for those babies was still tucked somewhere below with his paperwork. Her hair was ebony with hanks of neon green and purple. Those streaks he’d once taken for a funky dye job, hung down towards the water.

“Jona, I can explain…” Eyes the exact color of a setting sun beseeched him.

The love he’d thought to have lost overboard, nearly a year ago, now hung off the side of his boat. She spoke of explaining, but how could she explain away being lost at sea, explain still being alive…

“Fuck.” Jona grabbed the rail and bent over. Each breath he took whispered to him a word he didn’t want to believe—Mermaid.

Jose, Jim and Johnny would be getting a rematch tonight, only he would win and the insane flashes of the impossible would stop tormenting him with what he wanted most. 

Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day

Torrefy \TAWR-uh-fahy\, verb:
1. To subject to fire or intense heat.
2. In pharmacology, to dry or parch drugs with heat.
3. To roast, as metallic ores.

~Oooh, here's what my dragon hero does to his enemies! Muahahaha~

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I'm Being Interviewed Today!

Yep, it's true!  I'm over at Rhonda L. Print's blog talking about my new release, writing and myself.  Stop by and say hi.  :)

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome!  Thanks for stopping by my first Six Sentence Sunday post.  What a fun idea.  :)  This Sunday I went with six from my recent release, A Magical Return.  Enjoy!
“Such soft lips, Emterra,” he whispered, still stroking a finger across their supple surface. “I’ve missed them wrapped around me in the middle of the night, waking me with your fierce need.”

Her gasp was all he needed, to know he was getting to her. Soon, he hoped, she wouldn’t find it so implausible that he was back and eventually she’d believe, and trust, that theirs was a special calling.

“Do you remember those long nights we would spend pleasuring each other with our mouths? Hour after hour of oral delights.

Check out more Super Six's over at Six Sentence Sunday

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day

splenetic \spli-NET-ik\, adjective:
1. Irritable; peevish; spiteful.
2. Of the spleen.
3. Archaic: Affected with, characterized by, or tending to produce melancholy.

~Okay, I get number one...heck sometimes I am number one!  lol  But 'Of the spleen' does that mean the spleen is an irritable; peevish; spiteful organ?  Can organs like the spleen, liver, kidneys be associated with feelings?~

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

It's Official! A Magical Return Has Been Released

Good Morning one and all, and I do mean good!  It matters not that the sky is grey and the rain is falling, I'm one happy camper today.  There's a smile on my face and I feel like giggling! 

Book number two has been released.  ~Sappy Grin~ 

Being a slow writer, I started to think publishing my first book, The Challenge, was a fluke.  I know different now.  I may be a turtle(a sweet and sexy one, if I do say so myself), but I keep finishing the race!  LOL

I hope you enjoy A Magical Return!

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And what Tuesday would be complete without a little temptation?

Join me over at my group blog Shapeshifter Seduction for the Summer Solstice Blog Hop.  You won't want to miss the summer fun goings on in Talbot's Peak!

Have a Glorious day!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Thursday Short Story Slam - Stormy Skies

We provide the image, you provide the story or poem.

I pushed down harder on the gas pedal hoping for more gusto then clearly the POS had to give.  It would have been easier all around if I’d just spread my wings and taken to the skies. Unfortunately, I had a soul in need of delivery to The Elysian Fields and Cerberus, the flying mutt, was much too fast for me to beat, weighed down with the body of the dead.
“Damn dog.”  Most mortals thought he was just a three-headed dog who guarded the underworld, but the truth was he was Hades’ tool, and a strong one at that!  His wings could reach miles long, his heads gave him a three-hundred and sixty degree view and his slobber was poison.
Neither mortal nor immortal could see the beast coming, but the tell-tale sign of his arrival was the beginnings of a tornado.   There was a minuscule moment of time, before the cone formed and reached from the sky to the ground, where I could possibly have out whit Cerberus, but the high pitched screaming from the back seat was advertising our position, loud and clear.
“Shut up!  Do you really want to be puppy chow, because every sound that comes out of your blue lips brings that dog to us?”
The glass shattering noise stopped only to be replaced with sniffles and weeping.
“Why is that th-th-thing chasing me?”
“To gobble you up and take you to Tartus…”
“W-why?”  The whimpers started again, but this time I was ready.
“Listen,” I barked, maneuvering the speeding car around as many potholes as I could manage, along the dirt road.  “Somewhere in your short life, you unknowingly made a deal with Hades, giving him your soul in exchange for who-knows-what.  I don’t think that’s right, so I’m taking you to the good place.  If I can get you there, you’re home free, your death shall be peaceful and carefree.  If that flying crap factory catches us…well, hot, rending pain would be a mercy…”
Great, again with the screaming.  I need to get better at the pep talks.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day

 Lucubrate \LOO-kyoo-breyt\, verb:
1. To work, write, or study laboriously, especially at night.
2. To write learnedly.

~Hmmm, do you lucubrate?  :) ~

Monday, June 13, 2011

Promo - Yikes!

I've been busy of late working on promo for my upcoming release A Magical Return.  I never realized how hard the marketing/promo part of being an author was, due in large part, I know, because I've never been very good at tooting my own horn.  ~wink~ 

During my time searching out where I want to market myself and my stories, I've come across a few sites that I'd not partaken of, but are proving to be quite interesting.

First is  It's a bit like Myspace, Facebook and a forum all put together as one.  I love the ability it gives you to interact with other authors in groups relating to writing.  Come on over and give it a look-see.

My other foray into promo options was to set up an author page over at Amazon.  Some authors swear by it, others not so much(at least from what I've read).  But I thought I'd give it a whirl.  Stop by and say hi, let me know what you think of my stories or just check it out.  :)  Serena Shay Author Central

Wish me luck in finding good spots to show off my story!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Sunday Scribblings - The Next Step

“It’s logical, Mina.”
Wilimina Talexon watched as her sister folded each piece of clothing with slow precision and set them perfectly, one upon the other, in her suitcase.  She grimaced at how different they were, had always been.
“In what world is this logical, Nell?”  Irritation and fear coated every word she spoke.
“Mina, my love, it’s time for me to do this…”
“I want a family, a home and possibly, love.”
Wilimina knew Nell deserved each and every one of those things.  Her sister had spent so much of the last two hundred and twenty years raising and caring for Wilimina and her brothers, it was time for Nell to have a life.  She just wished it was with someone other than Raoul. 
“Does he know what you are, Nell?  Will he understand the blood of youth, the joining?”
“Not yet, Mina…”  Nell closed her suitcase with a snap and looked around the room with her assessing eyes.  “I’ll tell him when the time is right.”  
“What if…”
“No!”  Nell’s gazed burned a green glow from across the room.  “It’s time for me to take the next step, Mina.  Love me enough to let me try…”

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day

Pangram \PAN-gruhm\, noun:
A sentence, verse, etc., that includes all the letters of the alphabet.

Example:  "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."

The ideal pangram contains each letter only once, but it is difficult to compose a meaningful sentence of this kind.
-- Thomas Burns McArthur, Feri McArthur, The Oxford companion to the English language

~See now I'm kind of compelled to try making up my own pangram. :) ~ 

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I've Got A Release Date!

June 20th is the big day!  A Magical Return will be available for purchase over at the Liquid Silver Books site.  I'm positively giddy!

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day

Prink \PRINGK\, transitive verb:

1. To dress up; to deck for show.

intransitive verb:

1. To dress or arrange oneself for show; to primp.

~I like this.  Instead of primping, would it be prinking?  hehe~