Title: Star-Crossed Dragons Author: Chris Cannon Genre: YA Urban Fantasy Publisher: Entangled Teen Publication Date: February 1st, 2021 Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Ice-princess, Sara Sinclair, is the most un-Blue Blue Dragon of her Clan. And now her parents signed a marriage contract to an absolute asshat. Sara has no interest in being one half of a snobby Blue power couple. In fact, all she can dream about is biting her obnoxious fiancé’s head off and burying him in the garden. Since that can’t happen, her future seems like a lost cause, until she meets Ian, a fire-breathing Red Dragon—who is everything her fiancé is not.
Now Sara’s jumped from the frying pan into the fire because dating outside of your Clan is against Directorate law. Ian could be thrown in jail or executed without a trial. But now that she knows what love feels like, she can’t imagine being with anyone else.
Chris Cannon is the award-winning author of the Going Down In Flames series and the Boyfriend Chronicles. She lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and several furry beasts.
She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures or romantic comedies. You can find her online at www.chriscannonauthor.com.
Title: The Ties
That Bind Author: Apryl
Baker Genre: YA
PNR/Horror Publisher:
Limitless Publishing, LLC Cover Designer:
Deranged Doctor Design Publication Date: Sept. 6th, 2022 Hosted by: Lady
Amber’s PR
Blurb: You are cordially
invited to the wedding of:
Emma Crane And
Daniel Richards
August 6, 2022 at
7pm
Our Lady Of Hope
Presbyterian Church
New Orleans, LA
Reception to follow
at The Crane Plantation
Please beware the ghosts
in the church as they are hostile and could potentially do you bodily harm.
Otherwise, join the
parents of Emma and Daniel to rejoice in the celebration of their marriage.
Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.
Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.
I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.
The love of a mother, whether you've never had it, have it, or miss it, affects us all in a million different ways.
Nine talented authors: Best-sellers and Award-winners, bring you BRAND NEW, suspenseful and romantic, short stories in this awe-inspiring novel, The HEART of The Matter: A Mother's Love. These nine stories are sure to make you smile, laugh, cry, and fall in love. They've stirred in a diverse collection into this anthology! There is sci-fi, contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and many more... Something for everyone!
The Scent of a Man: Dr. Julia E. Antoine Danielle Jefferson is young and in love when she volunteers to work at the same archeological dig as Robert (Rob) Raffone. Surrounded by the staggering natural beauty of Kennecott, Alaska, Danielle gives herself freely to the most extraordinary man she's ever known. They share a passionate night, but even the passion they share can't keep him with her. Rob leaves Danielle with a broken heart...and, nine months later, with a cherished reminder of their lost love. Now Danielle is older and wiser and about to make a momentous decision that will affect not only her life but also the life of the one person she holds dearer than her own.
Holding On to Love: Solange St. Brice
Philippa thinks her life is complete. She's married to her high school sweetheart, Roger, and they have two wonderful children. Life couldn't be better, or so she thinks. She lives for her family, and then, one day, her whole world comes crashing down around her when Roger tells her he's not happy and he's going to do something about it. Philippa tries to talk him out of the outlandish plan he's concocted, but no amount of talking on her part is able to sway him.
Dead Witch Talking: T. A. Moorman
Some witches are better off left dead. Elyssia loves her sisters, but she can't help the green monster of envy when she sees them with their mates,and their father, while she is now literally an orphan. Their mother dead, her own father dead, her mate still unclaimed... When yet another Mother's Day comes around and slaps her in the face, Elyssia cooks up a plan to bring Mama back from the dead. Problem is, it might not be their mom she brings back.Witches, vampires, and demons, the perfect combination to make a true hot mess.
One Night of Love: Izzibella Beau
All Bobby Jo wanted was a baby to complete her family. A little person to make her feel closer to her straying husband. But, month after month she was let down, never to feel the joy of announcing she was pregnant. After another failed pregnancy test, Bobby Jo drove for a while in the pouring rain. Then she saw a stranger fighting against the blowing wind to walk wherever it was he had to go. Bobby Jo offered him a ride. It was one night of love, one night of strangers sharing their bodies, minds, and souls. One month later, Bobby Jo got the pregnancy results that she always wanted. But is the child her husband's or the man she left a note, the one she said never try and find her?
No Greater Love: Mariyam Hasnain
Every thing was smooth like a fairy tale until....A year and a half into marriage and life grind sets in. Sara and, her husband, Kabeer have less time for each other as they are focusing more on their jobs. Top of that Kabeer has a question mark on his face all the time. What's the question mark about?
The blue box: Jan Raymond
An urgent call intrudes rudely into the ideal life that Layla has built for herself. She returns home to bury the past for good. But, the past carries its own secrets that can worm their way into the present. Will Layla be able to come to terms with the secrets of the past and deal with its consequences?
A Very British Mother: Lucinda E. Clarke
It can be a shock to realize that the mother you thought you knew turned out to be something quite different. The moment I was pushed to the front of the stage that night, the nightmare began--one that would shake the world.
Not So Wicked by T. A. Moorman Published October 30, 2018 by GothicMoms Studios YA Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Synopsis:
Caught in a realm they know next to nothing about, in a time
where they're hated for not what they are but how they look, these supernatural
teens may find it harder to curve their bloodlust than they thought.
Like most teens, even those with supernatural powers and
abilities, Elvira thinks that her days at Be Prepared High are a colossal waste
of time. Especially Feeding 101, since she's a cursed vampire that was born
without fangs. She and her friends view most of the classes as useless since
they never plan on venturing to the human realm. Why would they when Underlayes
was made specifically for every factions' safety, where they could roam free
day or night with not a care in the worlds.
But just like her parents always told her, sometimes you're
put into situations you can't control.
Elvira's life takes an unexpected turn when a wizard hell
bent on misplaced revenge kidnaps her and several of her friends. Not only does
she send them with a one-way ticket to Detroit, Michigan, she sends them to a
time when the tension amongst the races is at its highest. And having to deal
with race issues is the one thing that has never even been so much as a thought
to any of them and is the one course not on the roster.
But will everything they've learned in school be enough to
keep them alive? What will they all do when racism stares them in the face?
Most importantly, how will they get back home?
Once
upon a time... Really? I'm not starting my story off with that lame ass cliché. Fat chance. Not when my story is anything but
classic. You can think of this as the life and times of a teenage vampire. A
real one, not one that sparkles as though we were sprinkled with some type of
fairy dust. Oh! And we’re born, not made by just being bitten, consuming blood
from another vampire, or any other legend you may have researched somewhere. The
bitten one is the most ridiculous theory any of us have ever heard of. I mean
really, think about it, if everyone ever bitten by a vampire were to turn into
one how could they ever go back for seconds on the same victim, er donor? Could
you imagine how large the vampire population would be? Anyway, you wanna hear
my story? Just sit back, grab a pint of blood, or milk, and have a listen.
First
off, I don't live in your dimension, I live in a separate one called
Underlayes. Where the things that go bump in the night – werewolves, vampires,
mermaids, sirens, witches, and so much more – truly are real. Underlayes has
regular neighborhoods just like Earth does, we don’t live in a ton of dug out
caves, or cryptic looking castles; besides the royals anyway. We used to live
amongst you guys, but that was way before my time, and a story way too long and
boring for me to bother with repeating. Just know that we all truly do exist
and a very few of our number walk alongside you still. So, you may want to
think about that before you lay down at night after bullying the school nerd or
your shy co-worker. If they're the silent and quiet type they're more than
possibly plotting your untimely demise and deciding what side-dish you'd go
best with. Or what curse to place on you. Something my Mom should have thought
about a long, long time ago.
Me?
The names Elvira, yea, Mom and Pops have a sick and twisted sense of humor.
Which when you come to think of it is actually a very good thing, since Mom was
dumb enough to piss off a witch when she was preggers with me and my brother,
Dracula (yup, again with the humor), Drake for short. During one of her many
mood swings dear old Mom went completely off on an already pissed off witch;
something about the witch crossing in front of her, and Mom thinking that would
make us come out cross eyed (and you thought your mom was superstitious, Ha!).
Miss Witch decided to do her one better and really did curse us both. I was
granted with the gift of being the only vampire known of with NO FANGS! Since
Underlayes doesn't have hospitals bagged blood isn't exactly just lying around.
Why not just bite down extra hard you say? Probably because that leaves a big
chunk of meat in my mouth and vampires can't digest meat; we have a strictly
all liquid diet. Why not just slit someone's wrist and pour it in a cup you
ask? If you were on an all liquid diet, would one glass a day keep your hunger
pains at bay? NO! And draining someone completely dry doesn't work either,
unlike how they portray things in your human movies, blood clots up pretty
quickly when it hits air; unless pumped up with nasty anti-coagulants which
leave a horrible aftertaste and makes the blood nearly impossible to digest. So
the blood shortage on your neck of the veil? Feel free to blame that on us, Mom
and Dad had to feed us somehow during the experimental processes of properly
bagging and storing the blood the way humans do. But no worries, they haven’t
had to raid your neck of the realms in a long time now. The alchemist’s studied
the components your scientists used and now have it down pact.
I'm
not really sure if Drake's curse is worst or pretty much just as bad. Him? He
goes into a full-blown shock at the very sight of blood; fainting spells,
seizures, black outs, the works. Though lucky for him rarely all of those at
once. Lucky for Mom and Dad, he could still at least savor the taste and smell
of it. But talk about being seriously dependent upon someone else, hard to
nourish yourself when you can’t even look at your food. And as a baby? You try
putting a blindfold on an infant, especially one with fangs, and let me know
how well that works out for you. Ah, but it made for some fangtastic pranks
when I was thirteen, which also ended in a lot of punishments. But they were so
worth it!
So
that’s us, Elvie and Drake, two of the only known vampires forced to live on
bagged blood. Though Drake may get lucky one day and be able to savor a neck or
two, as long as he keeps his eyes shut tight and doesn’t dribble.
Can’t
we just break the curse you ask? Ask Aunt Flo that one. Did I fail to mention
the witch in question was, and still is Mom’s best friend? She’s also a witch
with more power than she can handle who needs to watch what she says at ALL
times. The curse was supposedly never intentional and trying to undo it has
proven pretty much impossible.
Mom, Trinity Alkaev, is a beautiful creature
with a body neither skinny nor large, but what one describes as buxom
perfection. Also, one of the most patient females you will ever meet, and a
truly ferocious beast, fangs and all, when pissed. Dad, Borya Alkaev, is the
strong not so silent type, with a chiseled chin and sculpted cheekbones in
which I heard would give Michaelangelo a run for his money. Born after the
creation of Underlayes, he’s only two hundred years old, so I never understood
how he ended up with such a thick accent as if he just left the great
Motherland of Russia. The exact opposite of Mom when it comes to patience, but
the best dad any set of unorthodox twins could ask for. Neither of them were an
only child, but both are the youngest and only surviving children from both of
their respective lines. Many died before the dimension of Underlayes was made,
some during the move. And Aunt Flo, I’m not even getting into that one. And as
far as looks go Drake and I are a perfect combination of the two, with the
exception of the fact that I have no fangs.
THUD. CRASH. SCREAM.
What
in Hel’s name was that?
“Elvira
Esfir Alkaev!” Moms blood-curling screams vibrated through the floorboards,
“How many times do I need to tell you not
to leave your blood bags lying around? Get down here and help me clean up this
mess. And carry your brother to his room!”
Well
there you have it, the usual beginning of a day in the house of Alkaev.
“Now
young lady!”
About the Author:
When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your
combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full
Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially
by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one
should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness.
So all of that darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her
jewelry sold in her Gothic Moms Dark Charms shop on Etsy and Rebels Market.
Single mother of five beautiful children, but by
far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a
seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a
darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. She still hopes to one day find
her Dark Knight in shining armor, since Prince Charming would never be able to
handle her. And currently broke, so go buy something of hers and tell everyone
you know how much you love this book.
Yes, I am still working on Not So Wicked! But, I have reached my halfway mark and going with full steam ahead...
In Underlayes race is not an issue, or even a subject that's ever brought up. And as most of us know racism is taught, not inherited. So what happens when a group of Underlayes teens get thrown into a world where not only does racism exist, but in a time during the heart of the race wars? Here are six sentences from Not So Wicked...
“Dat
is not what I’m on about.” Vincent shook his head, “Dese humans, they only see
in color, most anyway. And they’ll notice us being a mix of black and white
hanging together.”
Next
it was Jenna that spoke out, her face even more twisted up than her sisters had
been, “But no one here is black, or white. We’re kind of creamy, Roshina is
brown, almost as brown as you are. Then those two,” she continued, pointing
towards me and Drake, “they’re sort of tan, or maybe beige. Narissa, well, I
don’t what color she is, maybe gray.”
“Wow,
y’all really don’t get out much do you?” That came from Stacey, who well, was
really white. Her skin was so pale she could give a porcelain doll a run for it’s
money. A sure sign she had really been away from Underlayes for too long, that
girl needed some sunlight.
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****Excerpt****
That last statement he mumbled so quietly I almost missed
it. Not that it mattered—everything else he was telling me was almost too much
to take in all at once.
“No, I don’t wanna hear any more. Just stop. If what you’re
saying right now is true, then that means…” What had I done?
“That you killed—no, brutally murdered an innocent? Yes, it
means exactly that. No worries. I think it just makes you so much sexier. Rawr.
You sexy little minx, you. Seeing you in action like that gave me quite the
boner. I had to quickly wax on whack off—good thing no one could see me.”
“I’m glad to see you’re so happy right now. What I’m not
understanding is just what you get out of all of this? Besides getting your
rocks off.”
“Don’t you get it? I am now a free demon. The one who
summoned me died before he ever had a chance to send me back, never had a
chance to banish me from this realm. Granted, I’ll have to stay in this body,
but it does look soooo much better on me. Its original owner never did wear it
to its full potential, now did he?”
There went that damn laugh again. To say I was sick of
hearing it would be a truly drastic understatement.
It was all too much to take in. Not only had I lost days of
my life to lust, but I had just killed an innocent witch. Granted, the idiot
had had no business summoning a demon, especially when he’d apparently had no
idea what he was doing. A demon is so much worse than a djinn. Much worse. The
level of magic it had taken to bring a demon through the barriers into this
realm had to have been astronomical. All that power that Bran must have
possessed. Now it was all gone to waste after one dumb-ass decision. What had
he even been thinking? It wasn’t like he’d needed to win me or anything; he’d
already had me, whether I wanted him or not. Whether he wanted me or not, for
that matter. So this need to make me want him made no sense whatsoever.
“And you my lovely, will now be my bride. We are betrothed,
after all.”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh yes, with all the commotion and a little bit of smoke
and magic, I made it seem as though Bran were at least somewhat alive. Now all
I have to do is use my own demonic powers—which, yes, I do still have in case
you were wondering—make my face look like so much charred meat—you know, the
state you put the poor fool in—lay up for a while, then voila! An all healed-up
Bran!
“No one will be the wiser. I mean, really, who’s going to
tell? You? That would just make you a murderous bitch who committed treason
against the would-be king. Bran was an innocent, after all, his palace under
siege, a captive right alongside you.
“Well, I’d better get going, I do have my death bed to get
to and all. And no worries, when I do ‘come to’, I’ll just reassure them we
were merely having a lovers’ spat that got out of hand. I do rather like it
rough.” Laughing, he flashed away, leaving a trail of sulfur in his wake.
And I was left standing there like a deer shifter caught in
the headlights. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to ask whether the day could
get any worse.
Anya has never been one for the spotlight, but her family seems to now be front and center, and the talk of the town in Underlayes. In the aftermath of her mother’s death, the discovery of said mother’s deceit, and Anya's half sister getting ready to challenge her own father for the witches throne, keeping a low profile may prove to be difficult. Add in the fact that she’s pregnant, by her female mate, and it may turn out to be impossible.
Kierra has never been one for many words. So if she were forced to explain how she impregnated Anya, it probably wouldn’t be easy for her. Especially since the truth would mean revealing her origins; she’s not a vampire, or even anything close to it. And living in a realm where her kind isn’t allowed may cause a few ramifications. Plus, should the kid call her Mom, or Dad?
Jump right back into the world of Underlayes where this magical family takes dysfuction to brand new heights.
“What
the fuck happened to you, Anya?” were the only words thrown at me as I flashed
into my living quarters, right before being pulled into a crushing embrace by
my mate who was so emotional she kept flashing between being male to female. My
entire body was so numb I couldn’t tell how many times she transformed. Truth
be told, I didn’t care. Being in Kierra’s arms was all that mattered, whether
there was a perfectly sculpted masculine chest or a large pair of succulent
breasts. It meant I was finally home.
After
everything that had just transpired, my entire being had felt numb, right down
to the depths of my soul, the feeling going beyond skin and bone-deep. Being
with my Fated One didn’t take all the pain away, but it did at least make me
feel grounded again and helped me to feel something other than the pain of
losing a mother whom I never had a chance to figure out I loved more than I
hated her or vice versa. So, not only did I miss out on having a mom to idolize
when I was young, and fight with and terrorize as a teen, I also would never be
able to confront her as an adult for everything that she had done. Even though
I was more vampire than witch than my sister Tialanna, I still resented being
the one our mother had decided to let go.
My
mind replayed what had happened no more than a mere few hours ago…
“Anya, I’m not going to insult you
with apologies.” My left eye twitched at that. I couldn’t help it, and I hadn’t
bothered to try and hide it. She wasn’t supposed to die yet, and she owed me so
much more than an apology. “What I did, I did only because of how much I love
you. The beliefs as they are right now within the witch community? No way would
you have been able to survive that. The king would have taken one look at you
and killed you on sight, no questions asked and no answers needed. Which is
something you girls are going to have to change. Your fire may be gone, but a
flame still burns bright within you, honey. Hone your new element and let it
shine through.”
My mother sucked in one long, final gasp
of air. “I love you girls, all of you, and I know you will make all this
right.”
With that, her eyes glazed over and
her body went completely limp. Looking at my sisters, Tia and Elyssia, with
tears streaming down their faces, my own remained dry. And for a brief moment,
I hated them both. Which was completely unfair. It wasn’t their fault what
happened, any of it. But I couldn’t help the anger I felt for them having been
with this woman for their entire lives, none the wiser that I had even existed.
When I looked back down at my mother’s body, I felt anger at her for abandoning
me and fear at what she had left us to face. There was also the fact that she
had given her element to me so that I could live. There was a turmoil of
emotions dominating for control inside of me.
I
allowed myself to sink deeper into Kierra’s embrace, losing myself as her lips
captured mine in a kiss that went beyond physical contact and began to put a
healing balm on my shattered soul. I don’t think I ever referred to her as a
male, even when she was penetrating me as one. Some distant part of my brain
was telling me that this time, however, I needed to help her regain control and
remain in her female form. But right then, neither of us cared about anything except
being as close to one another as possible.
So,
when Kierra was finally able to settle on just one form, it didn’t matter to me
that it was her male form. And I also didn’t stop to spell myself against
getting pregnant.
I
reached up and ran my hands through now shoulder-length, silky jet-black hair
as Kierra deepened the kiss even more and brought my body flush against a chest
that was all male and packed with smooth, hairless muscles, and an erection
that was impossible to miss. At some point we both must have done away with our
clothes, because before I knew it, we were already on the bed with my legs
wrapped firmly around Kierra’s waist. And we made love, as male and female.
If
I were being one-hundred percent honest with myself, I would admit that
Kierra’s male form was exactly what I needed at that moment. I loved making love
to Kierra in her female form, but that wasn’t what I needed at that particular
moment in time.
Kierra
entered me hard and strong, and for a couple of moments made no move, leaving
her rock-hard shaft, seemingly growing in length, lying there inside of me, and
rubbing my clitoris with her thick, calloused thumb. My mind blanked out of all
thoughts, and primal instincts took over where all I could do was feel as
Kierra began to thrust, rubbing and hitting against my walls at a perfect pace.
“Harder,” I managed to say, right before I sank my fangs into the throbbing
pulse point that seemed to be calling out to me.
It
wasn’t long before juices began flowing out of me as Kierra let out a long
stream of thick, wet heat inside my core. After a few more thrusts, we came
together once more. Without breaking our connection, Kierra rolled over so that
I was the one on top, and just held me as I laid my head down on that sweaty,
muscular chest. We both drifted off, content in each other’s arms, not yet
ready to let reality back in.
In Underlayes, a dimension separate from our own,
where all mystical creatures reside, lies an orphanage for seemingly cast-off
children, known as the Abbey. Children who are born from two or more factions.
There they learn both who and what they truly are, and what powers they have
lying within. What these children do not know is they were put there for their
own good, for their protection, not because they were unwanted or unloved. In
fact, the very opposite is true. Many would kill to get their hands on these
children.
As Jelissa comes of age, she is about to learn the
hard way to what lengths one such being is willing to go.
Jelissa has been a resident
of the Abbey for as long as she has been alive. She has also never known what she
is, besides being part witch. At the age of twenty-five, she will learn just
what types of blood run through her veins. She will also find out much
more—that she is also the long-lost princess almost no one even knew existed.
Tialanna secreted her only
child away for her own protection. Before she can tell Jelissa the truth,
Jelissa is kidnapped. All Tialanna’s greatest fears unfold before her very
eyes, and her past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.
As most do when they come of
age, Jelissa will learn the hard way that adult life isn't all it’s cracked up
to be. And Tialanna learns the hard way that if you don’t learn from your past,
it will come back and bite you on the ass.
Tialanna and her band of
unmerry misfits are in a race against the clock to rescue Jelissa. Will they
find her in time? And if they do, will they be able to save her from a danger
they hadn’t anticipated: herself?
Laina then did something she
never would have done had she been in her right mind, but right then she was,
as they say, high as a damn kite. She flashed herself down to the human dregs who
had not volunteered to be donors. The
ones who had spent their worthless lives preying on other humans; using,
abusing, and some even murdering their own kind for nothing more than sport.
Now they were the prey. Usually she
never strayed down there because seeing any of their memories was the last
thing she wanted, but she did hear talk of what each of them had done to end up
in their predicaments.
This one in particular she had
heard the female guard whispering about right before they had learned of the
kidnapping of her cousin. This formerly arrogant, piece of shit human was much
worse than just a womanizer, but a user and an abuser in the worst way. He
preyed on single mothers who were slightly overweight, with self-esteem issues
and a little bit of money, building up their confidence, making them fall madly
in love with him while convincing them he felt the same way, tricked them into
believing they would be together forever. He would even go so far as to include
the children, acting as though he loved them as well and they were going to be the
perfect family; even had the smaller ones calling him Daddy.
Then he would conveniently lose
his job and begin asking for help with this and that, to the point where she
was basically taking care of him. When the woman would begin to catch on that he
really didn’t give a damn about her, he would start with slight insults, then
the cheating and lying, then verbal and emotional abuse until she couldn’t take
it anymore and ultimately dumped him.
The way he ended up down here was
the last woman he had been with was part witch, and he’d treated her worse than
all the others. He’d hurt her so badly her cry could be heard all the way in
Underlayes by all the most powerful witches. Her aunt especially wanted him as
a special treat, and to torture the Hel out of him. See, this halfling witch had
fallen in love with him way before he became the lowlife he was, and he took
full advantage of the fact. He swept her off her feet and moved her in with
him, at first so they “could help each other out.”
When he lost his job, however,
she became the main provider, just like all the others she had known nothing
about. But, when she became impregnated by him, she could no longer work. And
even though this child was indeed his without a shadow of a doubt, he still did
to her what he did to all the rest: began treating her like a worthless piece
of garbage once she had nothing left to give to him. He depleted all her
savings accounts, played a major part in helping her to lose her job, even made
her lose her car, and forced her to move back home with a family who openly
hated her, with yet another child to raise on her own.
So Laina paid him a brief visit,
not to feed, because she wanted none of his memories. No, this one she only
wanted to make bleed and suffer. Flashing into his barren cave of a cell, with
nothing inside it besides a chamber pot and stalagmite, she made quick work of
stripping him down to nothing, moving so fast he had no chance to scream or
even see his tormentor. She then began by ripping off the piece he held so dear
and shoving it into his mouth before he could so much as whimper. Then she
continued by tearing his skin to shreds, beginning with the face that gave
females false hope and shattered dreams, then down to his chest. When she got
to the arms that gave a deceptive sense of comfort and security, she ripped
them off and threw them across the cell.
She made short work of him after
that, saving his cold-ass heart for last, snatching it out of his chest even
though he was already dead at that point, crushed the cold, no longer beating
organ in her hand, and laughed like a rabid hyena as she did so.
About the Author:
When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your
combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full
Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially
by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one
should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness. All
of that darkness is put into the words in her books, and designs in her jewelry
sold in her GothicMoms DarkCharms shop.
Single mother of five beautiful children, but by
far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a
seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a
darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. And currently broke, so go buy
something of hers. Lol.
