How does this put me for the coming week? I’m working to try to make the same or more for this week. So feel free to cheer me on, kick my butt, or send me inspiration. In fact, the male and I had date night Saturday  and we went to see Season of the Witch. I really enjoyed the movie. It really helped to push some serious creative mojo in the well and also got my mind thinking in various ways in regards to medieval times, witchcraft and how times have and haven’t changed. Really helps when it comes to the fact I write a lot of pagan themed books.

Do I recommend seeing the movie? Yes, if you want to see some cool CGI, some battle scenes, and something that will make you think. No, if you don’t like to spend money and if you know a lot about the medieval times and how the Church viewed witchcraft and women in general. There are a couple of surprises I won’t spoil for you as they really helped to move and develop the plot along, let’s just say– they do really well with some of the red herrings. Oh yeah, Nicholas Cage looks verra nice in the movie and the young Kay looks very roguish himself! *grins*

For someone like me who is used to doing for herself, not able to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk, not able to bend over, not able to reach above my head- can we say the walls of frustration are hitting me hugely? I can’t just go cook in my smaller than a freaking ship’s galley kitchen because I have to bend, reach and move freely- things I’m NOT allowed to do. I wanna cook! I wanna bake! And what’s funny– I have basically no appetite. I just want to do it to say I can!

That’s the other thing- I’ve lost like 15 lbs since the two days prior of my surgery. I’m amazed and thrilled. The lack of hunger is something that happens to a small percentage of women who have a hysterectomy. Something about hormone storage and some other stuff I don’t quite get the handle of, I’m just grateful for.

How does this mean with my writing– I’m trying to get me and the laptop into bed to work on things. Which has not been easy. LOL Plus the sleeping more than normal. And I finished the movie trailer for one story– the ending that’s been avoiding me for months. LOL

So, though I don’t recommend hysterectomies for everyone, for me it’s been fantastic…except for this no reaching, bending, lifting thing. LOL

Mommy wanted her readers to know that she misses them and hopefully once she’s feeling a bit better, she’ll be back online. Saving me took a bit more time than she expected- plus me being Shango means that she got caught up in the gorgeousness that I am. Yes, I am that beautiful– everyone tells her all the time. Even the people at our local pet superstore say I’m gorgeous and handsome. I really am as you can see in my picture. *grins*

So, Mommy says I need to stop taking up the space on her desk and to come lay down with her, so I’ve got to go right now. But know that my mommy misses you all and she’s been working on her writing too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Witch Sisters~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Remind me next time that our sisters ask us to do a favor for them. Next time we say no.” Said Tamara to her brunette sister, Kayla. “I cannot believe we allow them to put us in this position.”

Kayla grasped the overhead bar, swung back and forth before somersaulting over the fence. She waited patiently while Tamara followed her over the fence. Quietly she whispered, “It’s not that our sisters do not care for us. It’s just that we’re the only ones able to do this well, breaking and entering.”

Tamara shook her head, following her sister as they encroached upon the locked warehouse. “Our sisters are witches just like us. I’d don’t understand why the hell were the ones that have to do this.”

Silently the sisters made their way to the door avoiding all cameras. Pulling out a slim set of picks from her back pocket, Kayla made short work of the lock. Silently they entered the darkened warehouse, careful to keep only their witchlight as their only light source. Neither sister said a word, as they took a point working from left to right, securing the warehouse main room. Satisfied if there were no other people in the room Tamara spoke first.

“All I see are boxes. Granted some of them are filled with things I haven’t seen before, and others are filled with imported items like ivory, which is illegal, coffee beans, even paints. Why the fuck did Sirena, Kelly and Fiona want us to look into this?”

Kayla shrugged while opening a sealed box marked with “do not open.” Once the box was opened, she lifted out a couple of rolls of silk before exclaiming, “Oh fuck me sideways, we’re in deep shit, sister! We’ve got to get the fuck out of here now!” Slamming the lid of the box, Kayla backup three steps and began speaking in bastardized Latin, weaving a spell of containment around the box.

Tamara rushed to Kayla’s side, bringing forth her witch energy into her sister’s. “Do I dare ask why we’re using the containment spell upon that box? Or should I just shut the fuck up and go with the program here?” The box shuddered as if trying to break the spell. “Just what the fuck is in that box, Kayla?”

Kayla shook her head, while her fingers twisted together and apart solidifying the binding spell. “There’s a demon in there. Worse yet, each linked to water.”

Tamara muttered, “Oh shit, who the hell on earth unleashed water based demon?”

“This would be what our sisters want us to look into,” Kayla responded as she stepped forward, urging more energy into the binding spell. “I’m thinking that whoever owns this warehouse is probably responsible for the increase of demons that’ve been released into the city the past few weeks.”

“And since were the only publicly known witches who will also handle demons, our lovely sister sent us to deal with it. How fucking wonderful. Let’s fire this bitch up a bit, shall we?” Tamara began weaving heat into the containment spell. The sisters amped up their powers together, containing the demon as it wailed its protest at being bound from the mortal realm. Tamara spoke clearly, “Now that you are bound by that which you may not cross, you are sent back to the realm from which you came. May the one whom summoned you be cursed with the pain he’s caused many others. Be gone, so we speak, so it will come to be.”

“So mote it be,” Kayla intoned. With those words, the power within them grew higher, calling upon all the elements- fire, water, air, earth, and spirit—taking the demon back into the dark realm from which it was born. Finally a large popping noise signaled the close of the portal between the realms. The spell collapsed upon itself as the box disintegrated. Kayla slid back her energy as Tamara did the same. Staring at each other, they turned their gazes to where the box once resided. “This is some kind of fucked up shit, Tam. Who the hell would bring a third level water demon to Silver Spring?”

“That is the question, isn’t it?” Tamara stretched her arms overhead, her body popping the stiffened joints from using that much magick. “You know I hate it when we can’t use our magick items to put those buggers back to where they belong when we’re caught off-guard like that. This expending of energy sucks. We better hope that no one else realizes we’re here.”

Kayla sighed. “Our entrance was discovered the moment I started the spell, Tam. If we’re lucky, we might have five minutes to get out of here. Otherwise, we’re SOL.”

“Hell no we’re not shit out of luck,” Tam responded, running to the front door of the warehouse, checking to see if anyone was heading their way. “So far, so clear. You think a warlock or a demon practioner called it up?” Tamara waited until Kayla joined her. Feeling her sister’s signed touch on her right shoulder, she walked out of the warehouse. “I can’t sense anyone watching us, how about you?”

“There are sensors out there, but none sensing for witches. We’re safe so far. But we’ve got to get moving,” Kayla whispered as they headed towards the fence they had came in at. Carefully, Kayla helped Tamara up to the pole above the fence, then waited until Tam reached down to lift her up. Swinging, Kayla swung over the fence and onto the other side, landing carefully in the grass. Her sister landed at her side. “Let’s go. They’re getting ready to send out the dogs, and they aren’t your normal every day security type.”

“Hell hounds?”

“Either that or the elven hunting hounds,” Kayla answered running towards their waiting SUV. “Come on, we’re about out of time, Tam.”

“Coming!” Tam turned at the passenger side and aimed at the fence, lighting it up in elven magick. “There that should mess them up for a while.”

Both sisters buckled up as Kayla started the engine. They raced for the nearest road, careful to keep track of anyone trying to trace them. Only once they reached the outskirts of their family home, did either of them relax.

*****

“Did you see who got in here?” The tall man growled at his employee.

“No, sir. They were cloaked well. Only at the end did we get an Elven signature from the fence which sent the Hell Hounds into an almost uncontrollable frenzy.” The young man gulped as he saw the static filled footage of the main room in the warehouse. “Sir-“

The dark man snarled in anger. “I see that, Mr. Mahoney. Whoever the hell got into my warehouse managed to send back my water demon too. I want a complete workup of energy signatures and who among the paranormal set can make this happen. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir, right away sir.” The scared young man turned away from the dark skinned, dark haired man.

“Once I find out who managed to evade all my security precautions, I will make them pay for it with either their lives or offering them a chance to work for me. Perhaps they wanted to show me their skill in what they could offer me, Niro de Poncere. But there is the fact too that many of the goody-two-shoes out there don’t want to deal with the other side or the darker aspects of power.” Niro walked away from the security office, heading down to his private office where a small blackened altar stood. “When I find them, and it had to be two of them, I will offer them the chance to join me or watch me destroy everything they love- right before I take their powers for my own.”

Inhaling deeply, Niro struggled to calm his powers before they wrecked havoc on the instruments Mr. Mahoney was using to find out who his intruders were. Lighting a candle first, Niro forced his thoughts into the orderly rhythm he had learned as an infant. “Focus with light, focus on what was, and then only can you see past it.” As his control reasserted itself, he lit a second candle using a small piece of magick, invoking the god whom he chose as his patron deity, Loki. “Hear me, Loki, deceiver and bringer of chaos to those of Asgard and Midgard. I seek the knowledge of who was here and how to find them. Help me and grant me this and I shall grant you my body as your avatar once again in exchange for one night.”

“Do you think that’s enough payment considering that I’ll have to deal with other gods and goddesses to find those you seek,” said the slick voice of Loki behind the man. Niro turned to face his god, bowing slightly to the tall, lanky deity. “I hardly think that eight hours is enough to satisfy what I’ll go through to find the information you want, Niro. However, if you’re willing to let me work some of my magick around here, I think perhaps we might have a deal.”

“No, kind Loki, though I wish I could- your magick would undo every magick lock and containment within this building,” Niro replied, keeping his guard up. It never paid to undermine Loki nor his powers. But there were ways around it, if one knew enough about the desires of the gods. “However, I could offer you them as your playthings once I’ve gotten how they managed to defy my systems from them.”

“I doubt you’d leave them their powers, Niro,” Loki chided, shaking a finger at him. “I’m not that easy to get around, darkyn childe. Remember that my lot created you and my lot can destroy you. So, I’ll make you a deal- I’ll keep one of them as mine- power intact, you get the other one to do as you wish- once I find out who they are and whom they belong to among the Pantheonic realm.”

“Agreed.” Niro had no fears of convincing Loki otherwise, he’d been doing it for years now, and still the trickster god hadn’t discovered his deceit. He couldn’t wait to see just who had invaded his territory and make them pay. Make them all pay, just like he had paid for the gods forsaken Elves had done to him all those years ago.

One thing I’ve noted the past few weeks for myself, I’m enjoying the physical aspects of being in love. Yes, I’m moving in with my male– he’s so damn good to me– but more importantly, he’s doing for me in ways that just blow the mind. (A particular Sunday comes to mind and it still blows me away!) I realize I write for both the men and the women. Though women mostly read romances, there are men out there who enjoy a good book of romance too. For them, it’s not just the romantic emotions, but also the physical, the actions of becoming a couple that is important for them as well. 

What about you? What part of reading romance gets you going? Is it the emotional? Is it the physical? More importantly, what about the kinky aspects of romance do you find intriguing and scintillating? What turns you off? What do you want to read more about? 

Let me know– you can email me at cynnara AT cynnara DOT com and tell me. You just might win the latest book I’ve put out entitled, Teaching the Male (available now at Aspen Mountain Press).

I’m actually excited because this world kinda gives me a way of bring all my stuff into both the past and the present. More importantly, I’m letting out my inner kink slut out to play. Yes, this is a good thing. 

If you’ve not seen the excerpt on this story yet– take a look at the Excerpt page for it and for more on the world of P3– take a look at the Other Worlds tab.

Janelle stood inside the sacred hut. In this hut, she would call upon the forces of the Elements, demanding to be sent her lover, her protector, the holder of magick that would help her to create life upon new worlds. But she wanted more than that, she wanted a man to accept all of her, not just her role within the prophecy.

Opening the palm of her left hand she spoke ancient words as fire appeared as a ball above it. “I call upon Fire, that which has warmth to heal and pain to kill. Guide and direct this night my call for He Who Shall Inherit.” Carefully, she set the ball of flame upon the brazier, allowing the glow to light up the now darkening room.

Going to the east side of the hut, she opened her other palm speaking new words until a ball of water appeared. Placing it in a gold bowl, she whispered, “I call upon Water, which heals and takes away that which can harm. Thought it can also kill, it is the cleanser of what lies on top. Guide and direct my call.”

Over and again, she repeated the request of Air, which formed a small, contained tornado, and that of Earth, which formed a blossom that bloomed without roots or anything else. Once the room had been raised with the elemental protections, Janelle stripped off her leather pants, boots, and removed the silken shirt that covered her torso. Exposed to all the elements in her naked form, Janelle felt the pulsating power of life and balance around her. Tonight was the night.

“Come he who walks with purpose. Come he who wants to be one with the universe. Come he who will serve my needs above his own and let him serve me in all ways so that Creation will once again fill the universe. Saxaii, hear my demands, Saxaii, send me the best of your powerful warriors- male, strong, proud and willing to do what is needed to ensure our peoples.” Janelle threw her arms over her head, allowing the power to flow through her and into the ground, sending her magick far and wide.

After a few moments, she heard a noise in the distance, but didn’t yet move. Using her abilities, she enhanced her hearing to discern mortal breathing and the smell of magick. He was coming—and if he was truly the one, her wait would finally be over.

The door to the hut slammed open and before her stood a tall male, short wavy black hair, the golden amber eyes of the Saxaii, and the tattoos marking him as heir to the Tribal Council of his people. Yet he was clothed only in a pair of loose pants and boots, which framed his wide shoulders and muscled stomach. Before he could step forward, she put her hand before her in warning.

“You step on sacred ground, Saxaii. State your name and purpose.”

He removed his clothing, revealing his shaven skin, his tattoos of power, and an erection that would make any woman tremble in fear. “I am Khalil, and I’ve come to fuck you and claim you as mine.”

“We shall see, Khalil. We shall see. I am Janelle. Enter and be welcome among the ancient of powers.”

She shuddered as he kissed the small white tiger symbol at the base of her spine. “I love this tattoo. There is something so primal about you being marked…” he whispered.

Janelle stroked his inner thigh where his tattoos marking his power as Saxaii– a mage of great power– resided. “And this reminds me just how powerful you are, Khalil. You are high born among your people, just as I serve mine.”

“Yet this is more than just a tattoo, is it not, ainchura? This is a marking of the pasarei. You are warrior and shifter, clan of Tiger.” His lips brushed her hips while his fingers traced patterns surrounding the tattoo on her back. “You have great power, power you will give me to help me on my quest.”

Janelle lifted one snowy brow as she allowed her hand to brush his thick erection. “Only if you agree to be my bonded charge. There is a high price for those of the pasarei to be with a Saxaii. Are you willing to bond not just with me, but with my other half?”

“I am yours to command, Lady Janelle,” Khalil whispered before his mouth brushed one erect bare nipple.

His mouth felt hot on her cool skin, but Janelle knew that he was also controlling the power surrounding them on this sacred place. Only here could Saxaii and pasarei meet and enjoy the sharing of flesh and soul. Only here could the magicks be blended creating something more than what was to be expected in this universe. Her hand gently squeezed his erection, enjoying the power that flooded her being. Janelle knew that for all Khalil responded to her call for magick, there was more to her than he could ever know.

Gasping in pleasure, she pulled his short hair until he released her now damp and tight nipple. “You will serve me, Khalil. Raise your power to the elements and offer your oath, offer your body and soul to me.”

She watched as his eyes darkened from pale amber to the dark gold that denoted a raising of internal magickal power. “As you wish, Lady Janelle. And what else shall I do for you?”

Chuckling, she urged him to stand, allowing herself to take in his fully naked form. “You shall offer yourself to be my hetair, my sex slave and be the man I may one day name as heir. But first, once the power is raised, you shall bow and proclaim your obedience before I take your cock deep within me.” Gracefully, Janelle moved until she was on her knees before Khalil. “Do so or forfeit your life, Khalil.”

“I have bound your creature to my magick, you cannot harm me,” Khalil countered with a smirk.

One brow raised as she laughed. “Oh, darling Saxaii, you have no clue who I am. This will indeed be a good time in the power of our gods.” Carefully, she moved her hands and uttered the ancient words that even this Saxaii could decipher. As his eyes went wide, Janelle’s teeth showed. “I am She Who Walks the World. And you are mine to do as I wish. Now, beg Khalil. Beg that I take you, that I accept you so you may know that which is eternity in my soul.”

Then without warning, she leaned forward and slid her mouth over his semi-erect cock.

Janelle’s tongue stroked the head of his cock while her hands slid between his parted thighs. Magick was magick, but even among her people and his, there was always the prophecy of She Who Walks the World, the collector and the creator of life. For Janelle, since childhood she had dreamed of this moment– to bond with the one Saxaii who could handle her power and perhaps, just perhaps handle her other self– Lenaj– the white tiger.

Burning filled her back as Khalil’s cock expanded fully in her mouth as she slid him further within. Crackling power surrounded them as Khalil’s shielding shattered around them. Janelle reveled in the pleasure filling her body as the magick bonded them together. Slowly, she removed his hot, thick cock from her and growled, “My other comes and will watch over us as we feast upon each other. Come serve me.”

Khalil bowed his head and dropped to his knees on the padded floor. “As you command, Lady Janelle, goddess of our world and the prophecy fulfiller. Let me taste your sweetness, let me make pleasure the magick of your touch.”

Janelle’s smile faded into a soft gasp as Lenaj emerged from her back, growing to full size. ::This is the one? He looks sufficient to the task, but will he bow to us::, the white tiger asked, dark green eyes meeting Janelle’s.

::He must if we are to fulfil the prophecy and give his people freedom. Khalil has power and I believe the ability to be one of us::

::Then let him serve you, my Lady:: Lenaj stepped behind Khalil, pushing him forward towards a kneeling Janelle.

“My other, Lenaj, would have you serve me, Khalil.” Janelle laid back upon the pillows. “Come and taste of the juices of creation. More importantly, I demand that you pleasure me until I or Lenaj command you to quit. Should you fail, so fail your people.”

“My pleasure, my duty,” Khalil said, sliding his shoulders between Janelle’s parted legs. “A small kiss for reverence.” His mouth kissed the top of her naked mons. “A lick to show my subservience to your needs.” His fingers parted her damp slit, exposing her clitoris to his rough tongue. “And to taste the food of the gods, I thank you and give you my power,” Khalil moaned before placing his mouth over her wet opening.

Jenn looked from Sabrina to Daniel and back again. “You’ve both gone nuts. You do recognize this one fact, right? Nuts, as in insane, lost your marbles, one card short in a deck, the elevator doesn’t reach the top…”

Sabrina shook her head, sending her long brown hair to whirl out around her face. “You don’t understand, Jenn. It’s not what you think.”

Jenn’s right hand went up to stop Sabrina from speaking again. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. But what I’m curious is how the hell you got Daniel to agree to it.”

Daniel, their best friend since fourth grade shrugged. “There’s more to it, Jenn. I was doubtful until Sabrina showed me proof. Then I started doing the math…” He paused as he raked his one hand through his curly hair. “As an accountant, it just blew me away. It’s possible. It’s happening, and more importantly, we can stop it.”

Jenn’s hand popped Daniel on the side of the head. “No we can not. No. As in, not even!” How could she get these two off the idea of investigating the company known as Radical Symmetry? She needed to get them to safety, because if they mouthed off to the wrong people– they were dead. Gods above, why on earth did you send me two smart friends? They’re going to get killed, and I’ll be left alone. That just sucks.

Sighing, Jenn clasped her hands in front of her, trying hard not to beat the hell out of her friends. “Listen you two, I love you both. But I need you to DROP THIS. Do you understand?”

Sabrina placed one hand on Jenn’s arm. “We can’t. We’ve already started looking.”

“Fuck. Now I’ve got to bring you in, and Gerry is not going to be pleased with me.”

Daniel’s gaze met Jenn’s. “Who’s Gerry?”

“My boss. The one who is trying to secretly take out Radical Symmetry. You both are now officially targets. Dammit.”

What’s interesting is that yesterday, my first real day of writing– I finished a story that I’ve been having trouble. It’s done, it’s over double it’s original length and more importantly– I love the story again. I had always felt I had short-changed it. Now it’s done. And I’m waiting to hear back about it. LMAO Life is good. I’m getting back into the submission process too.

This week, Liz Viehl, the Paperback Writer, is hosting Left Behind and Loving It Workshops for those who aren’t attending RWA National. Honestly, I’m enjoying it more than I should. (I’ve got writing deadlines!) And it’s reminded me of my own blogging regimen I need to get back into.

Yesterday I was supposed to blog about Paganism…and in fact, I’m gearing up for Lammas, also known as Lughnasadh. I’m preparing a meal feast for my male, my nephew, and myself. What will be fun is that it’s one of those holidays for me as a Pagan that helps give thanks to things that I don’t get to spend much time with– the outdoors. Due to allergies and other lovely pathogens in the environment, I have to play with the outdoors carefully. But I can cook and I can celebrate in my own special way. And that we’ll talk about later once I’m done with my 2k for the day. LMAO I’m about 1k in and need another 1k to be happy.

There’s something about completing a long term project that just makes you feel so good. For me, it’s a sweet taste that I’m savouring because it’s been a long time coming.

Nick Giovanni sped his motorcycle down the street. Granted that it wasn’t the normal means of traveling he enjoyed as a superhero, but one must maintain appearances for the rest of humanity. Lakeland wasn’t one of his usual stops, but this time he was here for a reason.

A dog darted out into Lakeland Hills Boulevard in front of him. Nick swerved, missing the dog, but causing his motorcycle to slide sideways along the road. The mutt scampered away as Nick’s body slammed into the pavement. He tried to brace himself after the impact, but there wasn’t enough time.

*           *           *          

Angelique Dawson, Jocelyn Rogers, and Ayumi McCabe emerged from the diner. They laughed at Ayumi’s joke as they waited to cross the busy street. They heard the crash before they saw it, the black motorcycle skidding across the asphalt road. Angel dashed into traffic, heedless of what could happen to her.

She bent before the man whose helmet laid split in half beneath his head. Quickly, she examined him for any injuries. His leg was somewhat shredded as it bled from open wounds caused by being dragged. As she laid her hands on his wound, he stirred beneath her touch.

His eyes tried to focus on the shape before him. The sunlight created a halo effect around the blonde hair of the person whispering comfort to him. He blinked again as warmth emanated from her. “Are you the Angel of Death?” he asked hesitantly.

Angel smiled. “I’ve been called the Grim Reaper because of what I did to Fred and Ethel, but never have I’ve been called the Angel of Death.”

His audible gasp caused her to place her hands firmly on his wound to stop the bleeding once again. He whispered, “Why do I think I should be afraid?” Then his eyes fluttered closed as unconsciousness surrounded him.

“Because most people are?” Angelique whispered as she tended his injuries the best she could. Seeing the damage to his leg, she placed her hands on it and began setting it as well as she could, using her metahuman abilities. “Where’s the ambulance already?”

“It’s coming. How is he?”

“I need you to check his pulse. He seems shocky. I’m trying to keep him from bleeding out too much.”

“Careful with your ability.”

“Well, the Lord of abs ain’t going anywhere quick, now is he?”

“Lord of abs?”

“Take a look at the six pack he’s got, you tell me?” Angelique said as she bit her bottom lip while trying to use her talent for degeneration for regeneration. Her mentor had tried to teach her, but it wasn’t always easy or successful, thus the reason her air ferns, Fred and Ethel were deader than a doorknob.