Monday, December 22, 2008
Ever wonder just how sexually naughty a carnal cherub can be?
Be warned, this ain’t one of those adorable little cherubs decorating holiday cards and gift items.
The original order of Cherubim were fierce warriors for the Divine. Carnal cherubs have been created to live in both the celestial and material realms. They serve the Divine as warriors, carrying out missions for the Good of All.
Blurb: WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS
Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 – The end of the Mayan Calendar
What happens when a world weary, worn out incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human has three choices after her old van breaks down? Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp? Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal, with the hope her death will be quick? Or does Sedona trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her? Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges from the darkness astride a super-speed black motorcycle.
Is he her savior from the brutal hell of end times, or is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?
Sent from heaven to help her save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.
[paranormal erotic romance]
Holiday excerpt from WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~
“The diner looks like an early sixties place, even the Christmas decorations. All we need is snowfall.” Sedona dismounted, took off her helmet, and glanced outside. She saw no one.
“Underground walkways,” Volcano explained. ”This way, foxy lady.”
He offered his hand, grinned so adorably his angel woman didn’t refuse. She grasped his hand, trusted his lead. A priceless gift to his heart, his heart for her.
A side panel opened. He lead her down a short flight of stairs, then up a short flight into the diner.
“Looks as advertised,” she whispered to his ear. Only the people, about thirty of them, were eclectic, except for the flannel shirts and the ubiquitous denims. And the smiling faces. Sedona hadn’t seen smiles like that in forever. She couldn’t help smiling inside.
“Volcano!” a distinguished male voice hailed.
“Don’t be surprised. He likes to play Santa.” Volcano held out his hand.
“Eldridge,” he greeted boisterously.
Sure enough, Eldridge was Santa sans the pot belly, and sans the elderly age.
“And what do you want for Christmas, angel Sedona?” Elridge jovial asked, his dark blue eyes gleaming.
“The dismantling and destruction of the New World Order,” she promptly answered.
“On Santa’s list. How about a candy cane in our north pole hot chocolate?”
“Is my name and hot chocolate craving transmitted on some celestial channel?” Sedona smiled only because he was so Santa charming.
“Santa knows all. Sees all. Mostly, Santa isn’t a voyeur,” he happily assured, gave Volcano a knowing wink.
“I don’t get to sit on Santa’s lap, do I?” Sedona naughty swiped at Volcano, squeezed his hand.
“My lap,” he possessed. Sitting down in the booth, he grabbed her onto his lap.
“Oooh, Santa, he’s such a brute with me.” Sedona clung to Volcano’s neck, raised her shoulders, then wiggled, just a little. “My goodness, I wonder if you have a stocking that big,” she crooned, Marilyn Monroe breathless.
Santa Elridge laughed like a bowl full of jelly. “Hot chocolate and merry berry pancakes on the way.” He pivoted from them wisely.
“Want to see ‘how big’?” Volcano whispered lust into his woman’s ear. “I’m glowing like Rudolph the reindeer’s nose, for you.”
“Take it out only if we’re flying through fog, delivering presents to all the good little boys and girls,” Sedona sarcasm whispered.
“Red and glowing, I’m delivering this gift to you later. I’ll create all the fog you want,” Volcano passionate whispered, his lips pressing the delicate lobe of her ear.
Melting, her eyes shut, her heart pounding elation, she whispered, “Naughty, naughty, cherub.”
“Just a peek,” he bad boy enticed. Gently, he placed her next to him.
“Not fair!” she whispered. “What if I like what I see? Want it?”
“I promise an early Christmas present.” His voice was pure wicked invitation.
“Just a peek,” she relented, even as he shifted toward her, undid his pants.
Sedona inhaled sharply, her eyes grew two sizes too big. “Rudolph’s nose!” she whispered, hyperventilating. His tip protruded, bright, bright, glowing red. Enormous.
“Merry Christmas,” he seductively whispered. Gripping her hand, he touched her fingertip to his red engorged tip.
The sweetest sensation of bliss filled her. “My god, Merry Christmas,” she softly moaned.
CHRISTMAS DAY, 2012
“Don’t you dare let Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer, out to play...you bad cherub,” Sedona scolded, before she dismounted from the flyer cycle.
The instant her boot made contact with the snow-covered ground, she slipped on the ice beneath. Flailing her arms wildly, she managed to tilt her body backwards. Her butt smacked the cement-like floor of the timber forest, the thud seeming to echo between the mountain ranges surrounding them.
“If you laugh,” she irately dared. Rubbing her smarting derriere, she watched him effortlessly dismount, then pivot toward her. “Oh, go ahead. Why not?” She grimaced, tempted to laugh.
Her cherub removed his helmet, his gaze beaming with purply amusement, With a wave of his hand, he removed hers. “No, do not move, my woman,” he mock-warned, then frowned for real when she moved to stand. “I must check for any injury done to your precious bottom.”
Her jaw dropped for a moment, but she stayed put. “No, you will not.”
Before she could blink, he pounced, trapping her beneath him. Manhandling her with an ease she found disconcerting, he flipped her over on her stomach, then straddled her.
“No, Aru,” she gasped out, her hands clutching at his when he took hold of her pants. “What about Aru?”
“He’s asleep, snug and warm in the bag.”
“My butt’s going to freeze...” But he was already pulling down the leather-like pants. “My face is going to freeze. No!”
“A very quick inspection,” he promised, smoothing his hands over the generous curves of her ass.
Seconds later, an amazing warmth spread over her derriere and through her body. “Ooooh, that feels good.”
“This is going to feel even better.”
“What are you doing, you decadent cherub?” Sedona scowled at only whiteness, her face a scant inch above the snow.
“Rudolph enjoys romping in the snow.”
“Rudolph can enjoy the ‘inside’ of the cabin. If he’s...”
He rolled her over swiftly, his hands gripping her butt cheeks. Sedona stared into the white lightning of his eyes. “Rudolph’s nose feels like an inferno,” he growled. His cock struck inside her exposed feminine folds where the cold air had just blasted.
Sedona glowed deliciously. The stabbing blaze of his manhood in contrast to the chill seizing her face and her naked hips, took her like an unexpected storm. Surrendering, she tilted her sex to his rutting thrusts.
“Your mouth,” he commanded. Swooping down, he melded their lips together, his kiss a scorch of passion that touched her soul.
Sedona arched upwards, spiking her fingers into his glorious thick mane of hair. She held tightly kissing him with all the wanton recklessness inside her, the wildness claimed by no other man. He plunged faster inside her, sizzling her sheath with rapture, sending shards of ecstasy up her loins...winging her skyward.
Squeezing her butt like a savage, he lunged deep, shattering her into crystalline bliss, into an orgasm she felt enter him, then explode through him.
“Merry Christmas, my angel woman.”
“Yes, it is.”
Serial Flashes this week by the Kougar...
Santa Baby, waitin’ just for you... HOLIDAY FLASH IN FIVE HUNDRED ~ For Part One through Fifteen ~ http://kougarkisses.blogspot.com ~
VOLCANO’S ANGELIC FORECAST for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
For the rest of the NEVER ENDING STORY ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE & HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ http://savannakougar.com ~
`````` A Recommended Read from Snow Kiss, Santa’s Sleigh Horse ``````
Ever just want to get away for the holidays and prance your hooves over a warm golden-orange beach instead of crunching through an endless icy blanket of snow pulling an over-loaded sleigh...ever want to get away so far no one else from the North Pole can find you, no irksome equine relatives wanting extra bags full of apple goodies, no ungrateful reindeer mothers who think you’re always available to take care of their little rambunctious red-nose darlings, no elves pulling on your tail at the worst times, then giggling like nerds on laughing gas...
Not only that, Yemisque is an out-of-this-world world where no one knows you or has ever heard your name, especially if you request the pleasures of anonymity. Neigh for freedom, sister equines, you don’t have to be the good sweet horsie girl here. It’s just you and a luscious lusty vacation with the stallion or stallions of your choice...think the Love Boat and Fantasy Island combined, yet on stellar nova oats...but be warned, what happens in Yemisque won’t necessarily stay on this world of tangerine carnal dreams...unless you want it to...
Snow Kiss says with a thrilled *five* nickers ~
Give the gift that keeps on giving, a vacation on the world of tangerine carnal dreams...
Read the erotic love story of Katta & Zio ~
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Just in time for Christmas, Christmas in 2012, that is...
Sedona & Volcano invite you to read their love story ~
WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS ~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth...Is a stranger on a superspeed motorcycle her savior from the brutal endtimes? ~ available from BookStrand ~ http://bookstrand.com/authors/savannakougar ~ http://bookstrand.com ~ An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Stroke a Red Lioness for Christmas...
Sun Rocket & Captain Draxen Z invite you to read their love story ~
RED LIONESS TAMED ~ Lioness shifter lost in space with a loner captain who will do anything to keep her, even seduction by leather ~ *5 Flowers* from Book Cravers ~ Available from Liquid Silver Books, Molten Silver ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com/books/redlionesstamed.htm ~ a spicy sci fi ~ http://liquidsilverbooks.com ~
It's a blue, blue paradise for Christmas...
Lady Sheridan & Baron Zaggry invite you to read their love story ~
ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE ~ an aristocratic fantasy of fiercest passion ~ *5 Stars* from ReviewYourBook ~ available from Siren Publishing ~ http://www.sirenpublishing.com/savannakougar/asobp.asp ~
An Author Discovery by Lindsay Townsend ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~
Sizzle Romance Titles Coming from Savanna Kougar ~
Sable & Devon invite you to read their love story ~
BLACK CAT BEAUTY ~ halloween seduction with cattitude ~ *coming soon* from Liquid Silver Books
Kalypso & Zryphus invite you to read their love story ~
MURDER BY HAIR SPRAY IN GARDENIA, NEW ATLANTIS ~ 2051 mystery-suspense futuristic ~ American Title IV finalist ~ coming from Siren-BookStrand
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Necro Bay was just your average American seaside town. The house she bought a normal home. The handsome man, Jacob Lindan that she met, nothing more than a sexually attractive man that whose touch made her mad with desire. Things nightmarishly changed and made her wonder if she wasn't going mad. Even worse, it made her wonder if something lurked in the shadows.
When she glanced up at the policeman again she caught what she thought was some kind of fear in his eyes, then a shuttered look filtered over his face and his eyes revealed nothing. It had been so fleeting that she thought that maybe she imagined it.
"Yes, it will. Just keep following to the next street over that goes the same way this one does, then make a turn on Cobblestone Court after ten blocks. Follow that street until you leave the outskirts of Chesapeake. You'll find yourself in Necro Bay, if that's what you really want."
"Yes, I want-"
Lisa watched as he turned about face and left her. With a sigh, she rolled the window back up and did as he had instructed.
She had decided to move to this part of Virginia because of its reputation for peace and quiet. To free herself of her nightmares. Least that's what her psychiatrist, Dr. Tomson, told her back in L.A. So far, things weren't. A movie being filmed here just like back home, then its director found dead, possibly murdered. She admitted it was the next town over from her final destination, but still closed enough. She had quit her job back home in California and had moved across country to Virginia, spending all her money on a house by the ocean. A house with its own private beach, in fact. This move was for her health and even more important, her sanity. Unlike Virginia Beach and even Chesapeake, Necro Bay was supposed to be a small town, maybe more like a village. Unlike bigger Chesapeake, it was supposed to be idyllic.
She saw that the road had left Chesapeake and entered Necro Bay by the signs. Not completely countrified, she noticed that the place's main street held a tiny drugstore, a small grocery market, a real estate business and a few other stores there. Not a name brand company anywhere. Sidewalks marched along in front of the stores, showing how nice it would be to go for a stroll on them. She caught sight of two different doctors' offices. One was her future psychiatrist, Dr. Emeritus's. The other a G.P. She passed a nice-looking park. It had a playground for kids, and she saw quite a few benches scattered around, along with a basketball court. No children playing there now, though. But she remembered it was a school day and a good reason for no kids. The houses all looked uniform in style, white clapboard with colonial-blue shutters and slate-grey roofs.
Just your average American seaside town. Charming.
Once upon a time in her life this kind of place would have never attracted her. Born and raised in Los Angeles, she embraced the crazy lifestyle of noise, partying at nightclubs, and all that it embodied until the unfortunate incident of the nightmares that started a few years ago. Suddenly, small-town life Mayberry style seemed the right choice.
She caught a glimpse of the ocean. A sparkling blue, thanks to the sun, mild waves of foam rolled along on it. The sight grew larger and larger until she found herself at her new home, the ocean behind it. It was the only place around, surrounded by empty lots. There were other homes, but they were much farther back up the street. Parking the car in the small concrete driveway, she shut off the engine and climbed out. She heard the sound of waves crashing from the ocean behind the house and the screams of gulls that soared in the sky above. Locking her car door and leaving her purse, luggage and boxes in it, she followed the yard around to the back of the house and came upon the beach. No one else was on it. Just a mile of empty sand either way. The sea stretched out endless blue until in the distance she caught a speck and realized it was a boat. She sighed, contented.
Perfect. Just her and the house and the ocean. Oh, the real estate agent that Dr. Tomson knew, who sold her the house by email, guaranteed a phone in the house, connected to Verizon, and that the electricity would be on, thanks to Virginia Power. So she would have a way to communicate to the outside world.
Just as she turned around to head back around to the front a slight odor drifted to her nose. Indistinct at first, it grew until she smelled decaying fish, with something else underneath it.
What is that odor? I recognized the fishy smell, but that something else….
Rank. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she quickly walked around the side of the house. She lost the odor finally when she got to the front yard. Relieved, she unlocked her car. Then she went up to the house, unlocked the front door, and grappled around to switch on the light. Light flooded the front room and with a quick glance, she saw that she had the furniture and even a television set inside. Now that was nice. But then, the real estate agent had mentioned that the former owners hadn't wanted any of their stuff. She went back out to grab the rest of her stuff and moved in.
She forgot the weird odor, and it wasn't until later that night as she settled on the couch, watching the six o'clock news and eating a bowl of ice cream that she had picked up at a Food Lion in Chesapeake, that the same rank odor suddenly filled the room.
"What is that awful smell?" she murmured to herself.
Like a cross between dead fish and rotting seaweed, to something even worse hidden beneath, she flung open all the windows downstairs, hoping to flush the nasty smell out. Then she put her bowl and spoon in the kitchen sink and began to sniff around the place, trying to find the source of the offending scent. She couldn't find it though. And instead of taking out the smell, the opened windows appeared to make it worse. Lisa rushed around, closing the windows. At the last one in the kitchen she glanced through the darkened glass and saw something in the moon-silvered sea.
A full moon rose high into the sky and lent a coat of bright enough glow over both the beach and the ocean. It lent a fey-like quality to everything, and looked enchanting in the night. Except she swore that whatever swam through the water, heading toward the beach, didn't fit the scene at all. Dark and very large, it filled her with unreasonable terror. What scared her further, the strange smell had worsened, filling the house like an over pungent invisible fog. She slammed down the window and dragged the curtains together across the window, then made sure both the back and front doors were locked before she bolted upstairs. She streaked into her bedroom and jumped onto the bed. She laid there, trembling.
What is the matter with me? If what I saw was real, then shouldn't I grab my purse, stuff all my things back into my suitcase, and get in the car and drive away?
The only thing keeping her from doing what she thought was the fear that it was nothing more than her own imagination. At least she hoped so.
She huddled on the mattress, shaking, her face hidden in her crossed legs. It seemed that time crawled though she knew that only minutes went by, and finally she slipped off the mattress and on knees and hands, inched over to the bedroom window. She peered over the window ledge and stared out.
Nothing. Nothing in the water. Nothing on the beach. Maybe she imagined a shadow on the waves, and she turned it into something monstrous. It might have even been something, like a dolphin coming to the surface. Maybe she was crazy in the head too.
Flinging open the window, she couldn't detect the awful smell either. Maybe it had never been there, just like the shadow. Obviously, she wasn't over her problem. She still saw things. Terrible things. Now outside of her nightmares though. Uncurling her limbs, Lisa climbed to her feet, shut the window, and left the bedroom, entering the bathroom. She picked up the bottle of prescription pills off the sink counter and popped the top, taking couple of them with some water. She sagged against the sink, gripping the edge. Staring into the mirror, she saw the reflection of her face, a pale ghost of itself, sweat beading all over the reflection's skin. Deep shadows under her eyes, full of shadows themselves, haunted her. With a shaking hand, she covered the reflection, not wanting to see how bad she really looked. Turning away, she slipped to the floor and began to cry. Crying relieved her and after wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks, she rose to her feet.
Really, she had to get over these delusions. Dr. Tomson was right. She'd contact that doctor he knew in town first thing tomorrow morning and get on that special herbal remedy of his. Time to take charge of her problems and banish them. Lisa undressed and slipped on a nightgown, then crawled into bed. The medication helping, she fell to sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
A shape detached itself from the room's dark shadows and moved to stand by Lisa's bed. At six foot four, it was a man. Tanned, with eyes of obsidian, he stared down at Lisa, a strange smile on his lips. With a gentle hand, he reached down to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. She sighed, and rolled over onto her other side away from him. The blanket slipped down, revealing an enticing ass even under her granny nightgown. His slight smile shifted into a wide grin of sharp, white teeth.
He had been alone here for far too long. Good thing he had followers all over this world. He needed the right female for his child. He'd be lying if he said their coupling would be just for a baby. No, he couldn't wait to fuck her. In this form, and the other one too. But he needed it for survival. His, and the other Deep Ones'. But he was glad she was the one.
With a grin he entered Lisa's dream.