Goooooood morning Loyal Stage Hands! Love that line, I hear it in Robin Williams voice. Anyway, Exit Stage Left is coming along quite nicely in the rewrite/editing process. I saw many Loyal Stage Hands just this past Saturday night, many of you asking...Whens it coming out? Im going through withdrawals, I need more Geoffrey! Patience my dear ones, all in good time. My editor at Barking Rain Press is feverishly working on the reformatting and...a new cover! Love you, have a fab Monday! XCR Heres a little teaser just for you. Love you!! The blood scent was heavy as the darkness surrounded me. My thirst was burning my throat and my bones ached with starvation but it wasn’t me. Geoffrey’s pain was my pain. I wasn’t here, at home in Seattle. I was with him, writhing in pain and agony. I was living every moment of it across the link; my own weakness growing with his pain. I had to find my way back to my body. I saw through his crazed eyes he remained in the prison cell Marco had forced him into. The night stars visible through the corpse covered grate above his head. I could feel the cold cement floor that he laid upon. I had a sense that he knew I was with him, yet he couldn’t respond. He had no coherent thoughts, his hunger drowning out all his senses. A sound came from behind us. He struggled to turn and I could see someone entering. His sight was blurred and the silhouette gave no clue to the person’s identity. Then the scent hit our memories. Sweet, seductive musk oil mixed with jasmine. Memories stirred of kings and princes; of long flowing, red hair like silk and kisses as sweet as sunsets. Abruptly the scent halted yet his eyes remained focused on the beautiful woman that now stood over his weakened body. I pushed at the memories comparing the past and present. Yes, the images were identical but of course they would be. She was the vampire from his past I’d glimpsed before. I kept expecting him to shut me out. A more recent memory pushed its way to the forefront of our minds. The second summons was from her. It was her words asking him to meet with her. The page blurred out of focus but not before I read the signature. Elizabeth So, this was Elizabeth. The woman who shared the throne with Marco, yet obviously was in pursuit of Geoffrey, but why? “Geoffrey, sweet Geoffrey. This is no place for you, a prince among the filth. Please, just do what he asks of you and all will be as it was. You in your rightful place, beside him and I will happily make your burden my own.” Her slight British accent only made her voice that much more innocent sounding. Yet somehow I knew she wasn’t innocent, but very much the opposite. Her soft and sensual movements were the oldest trick in the book to persuade him to do her bidding. Her long hair, pulled off to one side, revealed a lovely white neck. His eyes took in her shape slowly from head to toe. The modern cut designer dress hugged her hour glass figure, her long legs showing easily from the floor angle. The blood red five inch heels only added to her tall frame. I could feel he was trying to work his mouth to form a word but his jaw was painfully locked shut. “Never!” He growled.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 12:42:08 +0000