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Last time I was sharing from The Opal Ring a short story I have coming out in the 2016 Horror Anthology from Tell-Tale Publishing being released in October at their annual online Halloween Horror Party--see sidebar banner regarding upcoming event for this year.
Most folks agreed from my first sharing of The Opal Ring, that they hate the uncle--with good reason. So far we know the father's a magician and the mother has died so the daughter, Jasmine, is his assistant. She "aids" her father with a bit of her own "real" magic to enhance his show as she wants him to get a Las Vegas contract so they can leave Egypt and escape her vile uncle. I'll continue with a bit more from the same short story.
This would be the second time she summoned the Jinn, and she knew what to expect, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, Jasmine rubbed the ring on the middle finger of her right hand. The air around her crackled and sparked, a pillar of fire shot from floor to ceiling, swirling like a tornado, scorching hot, with pain but no damage, like hell, and in a puff of black smoke it disappeared. In its place stood an eight foot Jinn, Ornias, once enslaved by King Solomon to carve stones for the building of the temple. According to the mystic tomes, his enslavement was punishment for stealing gems from the royal treasury, gems he craved for their sparkling light. He would sink his vampire-like fangs into them and drain their glimmer in an effort to relieve the agony of eternal darkness—a life without the sun’s blessing. This was the addiction Jasmine must feed in order to command the demonic Jinn’s magic.
She concluded that his explosive manner of reappearance was certainly that of an escaping addict and it in no way reassured her. The Jinn was manlike in appearance, save that his skin was ebony not in an African ebony way, but more like a preternatural obsidian sheen with eyes that glowed golden like a cat’s, but with a sunset luster that spoke of darker, more underground locales than mountaintops or beach horizons. “I hunger!” he bellowed.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet I posted from Elizabeth's scary story this week. I have decided that Jinn's are to be avoided at all costs! If I see one I am going to bite it and swallow its ring! I don't think I need to explain what will happen to it then! Please be sure to follow all the other Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors to find some more great reads!--Hudson, off to play with my new frien Fang and make him howl so Elizabeth will laugh!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/27/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/28/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from The Tree of Life, but I am excited to announce that they have finally released the cover to the Tell-Tale Publishing Horror Anthology for 2016 and I have a horror story in it, which incorporates the legend of King Solomon and the Jinn. The title is The Opal Ring, and it is set in Egypt (act shocked). Since this anthology is supposed to be available for preorder next month, I thought I would begin sharing some snippets. It will be on sale begining in October, launched during Tell-Tale Publishing's annual online horror party. [They will again have a short horror story contest, so tell all your peeps who like to write short stories in that genre to get ready to enter! Last year's winner The Keeper's Secret, won the cover and is also featured in the anthology. ]
After finding her mother’s Book of Shadows hidden in a secret compartment of the costume trunk, Jasmine learned to enhance her father’s magic with her own, just as her mother had done. Her father was a fine magician, but with the aid of true magic, he performed feats that slight-of-hand entertainers could only mimic. She thought her power strong enough, but clearly she was wrong. To secure Vegas and escape her uncle, she must take no more chances.
“What has you so distracted, little mouse?”
Jasmine froze. She refused to look up past the gleaming brown alligator loafers blocking her way in the narrow service hallway. What was her uncle doing here? She took this hall to avoid him. Why hadn’t she smelled that cloying musk he always wore? She stood in the shower for an hour to rid herself of its memory whenever he touched her.
I hope you enjoyed the snippet I uploaded for Elizabeth this week. We were so busy last week (did you even know they had a national dog day??!!) we weren't able to share anything, and I was so disappointed. I have been a very good boy this week and helped Elizabeth a lot so that we could get this snippet shared! Be sure to visit the other fine Weekend Writing Warriors and #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/13/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/14/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts
I've been sharing from my current WIP The Tree of Life and as a reward I have a you're seeing it here first reward! What do you think of my first view of the cover?! Are Kirin and Rio metaphysical god-like material? I hope so! Rio's A Hero With A Thousand Faces and then some! In the meantime...enjoy Kirin's POV of mommy dearest's impression of her soon to be love interest...poor Rio didn't make a very good first impression.
“What he said is not the issue. Sekhmet was going to hunt them down eons ago. They’d already be where they belong in the underworld like the rest of the experimental abominations the ancients created, but no, you said to let them go because they were successes not mistakes. Metaphysical god-like hybrids, worthy of life, you called them.”
Osiris reached toward her and Isis threw her hands up and turned away from his attempt to offer an apology. She swept across the room, pacing past pillar after pillar. Her temper escalated if the small statue that flew off the stand she walked by was any indication.
Kirin let her breath out and set her plate on the table, all thought of familiar sweets forgotten. Never, in all her life, had she ever imagined that another being would have the bravery, let alone the power to stand against her mother single-handedly. Even her brothers sought the conspiratorial aid of siblings against her legendary wrath whenever possible.
I hope you enjoyed this week's snippet that I posted for Elizabeth. That sure is one pretty cover. I wonder what that big kitty is doing in my back yard? It sure does look like Sedona... Be sure to visit all the other wonderful Weekend Writing Warriors and #Snippet Sunday authors!--Hudson, off to ask Elizabeth if that is Sedona and if that big kitty is our neighbor!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 08/06/16 and 09:00 AM on Sunday 08/07/16. Visit the other participants on the list and read, critique and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from my current WIP, The Tree of Life. Isis is telling her husband, Osiris, about the jaguar shapeshifter, Rio, she saw in the Jungles of Brazil, someone who as she explained to Osiris..."I commanded him to stay."
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring him back with you then.”
“What? Why did we have to give chase?” Luc demanded.
“How did he get away?” Andrew asked through a mouth full of bread, stepping to his mother's side.
“How could he leave if you commanded him?” Kirin asked simultaneously, amidst the chaos of confusion Isis’ statement had created.
“I believe his exact words were, you don’t own me, witch,” Isis said, her voice rising as the thought of it brought color to her cheeks and irritation back to her attitude.
“What in Hades did that little upstart pussy say?” roared Osiris, fists clenched, the smile lines around his mouth now pushed down by the downward force of heavy creases between his eyebrows.
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 07/23/16 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 07/24/16. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from my current WIP The Tree of Life. When we left off, Rio, in Shapeshifter form, had managed to escape from one of the Vargas clan.We will be opening on a new chapter and in a new setting-- Egypt, in a hidden pyramid, headquarters of Osiris...
“One of yours was there, in the jungles of Brazil.”
“One of mine, my queen?” Osiris pushed back his chair and rose from the matching carved and gilded desk at which he had been working. His gaze, as he cornered the desk, swept his wife’s shapely form with a familiar appreciation that separations and millennia had never dulled. “A bit more specific perhaps?” he coaxed and swooped in to capture her mouth and take advantage of the parted lips attempting to comply with his previous request.
Behind them, Andrew cleared his throat. Seeing that his father had every intention of ignoring him, he rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulder against the door jamb to wait. Luc walked over to a small table and filled a glass with lightly spiced, heavily chilled tea. He held it up, gesturing toward the dispenser. Kirin shook her head, declining his offer, and continued across the room to sit cross-legged on the wide, plush couch tossed liberally with overstuffed pillows.
I hope you enjoyed this week's snippet as much as I enjoyed posting it for Elizabeth. Be sure to read all the other nice Weekend Writng Warriors posts, and the #SnippetSunday authors so you can find some other fun reads too!--Hudson, signing off to take a well deserved nap on my fluffy pillow right by the patio door so I can keep an eye on my tweetie birdies!
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I've been sharing from my WIP, The Tree of Life. Rio, in shapeshifter form, has been spying on the Vargas clan. A VIP has just arrived, and he is busy observing the frantic activity surrounding that arrival, when...
Who are you?
His attention flew back to her face. She was staring straight at him, and she saw him. She was inside his head, with him. Don’t let her know your name, he schooled himself. She was there with him. With the other him. Rio lifted his paw to flee.
It wasn't a request.
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I had a great time posting Elizabeth's blog for her. That sure is one big kitty! Also, on my first day as VP of Social Media, I have been sprucing up her website. I don't think she's changed it since she first moved to AZ, before I was even born! No wonder she needs my help! Thanks for stopping by and have a great day!
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 06/18/16 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 06/19/16. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8sunday posts.
I've been sharing from my current work in progress, Book 2 of my Illuminati series, The Tree of Life. We just discovered that Rio, the hero is a Black Jaguar shapeshifter. He is in cat form and trying to discover who the intruders are in his jungle and what they are up to... ::Caution:: Some creative punctuation may follow to meet the requirements of the blog rules.
As soon as the men were far enough away, the cat jumped and raced after the vehicle. Sleek and sure-footed, able to move quickly through terrain where the truck must creep cautiously, it didn’t take long to find them; but once he did, he was surprised to discover their destination because he’d been to the ancient ruins many times in the past and it seemed an unlikely place to set up a base camp.
He would have liked to get closer, but care was needed if he was going to remain undetected and gather information. Rio jumped into a tree about fifty yards from the entrance he knew led nowhere but a collapsed wall overgrown with vines and waited to discover what further secrets would be revealed. The truck parked and as he had suspected the area was quickly flooded with lights.
Distracted by the activity of the men unloading, he didn’t at first notice Kirin because he scented her companion first. Ears back, nostrils flared, hairs bristling, his throat constricted, and only with a supreme effort did Rio manage to keep his other self from growling at the leopard brushing with casual affection against Kirin’s leg as she emerged from the darkness of the ruin. Then the smaller cat, having sensed Rio’s presence and with no need for concealment snapped its head in his direction and growled a warning.
“Easy, Raja,” Kirin said softly, bending to scratch the pet behind his ear, but she too looked in Rio’s direction as Roscoe stepped from the ruin and Rio’s nails dug deeply into the tree bark while he remembered the man’s remark regarding the tracking device and Rio becoming a pet. He looked at the leopard again, and was relieved to see that Kirin at least had the decency not to adorn it with a humiliating jeweled collar or bowed Velcro shirt. She turned to speak to Roscoe as the men approached with the gurney. The cat moved forward and sat, staring at him, clearly placing itself as sentry between his mistress and the perceived threat, Rio.
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I've been posting from my current WIP, Book 2 in my Illuminati series, The Tree of Life. Today you learn a little more about the hero, Rodrigo, whose nickname the heroine has found out is Rio. ::Caution:: Tweeked for sentence demands of Blog rules!
Rio walked deeper into the forest and breathed in the familiar odors, because the other, his darker, more primitive self that he kept locked away deep inside, hidden and almost tamed, was awakening and restless.
It was the other who increased his pace into a steady jog, and the other made his skin tingle and itch and his fingertips clench and uncurl and his toes scrunch up and squash within the confines of his boots. He pushed back, just a bit more, and the other squeezed his throat, making him growl, though it came out more a cough in sound. Almost there, he shoved through some interlaced root outcroppings and came upon a small pond. At last, his shirt was wrenched from his pants and ripped open, and he shrugged it off quickly and let it fall. His pants soon followed, and then it felt so good to tug out of his boots and socks, wading into the water.
Rio dove down, a few glorious strokes later, he let himself relax,and let the beast free. His skull broadened and his jaw widened, becoming powerful enough for the incisors this other was so fond of to fit in his mouth. He surfaced and breathed; the skin on his body had already been replaced by fine black hair with darker rosettes, widely spaced and dotted with dark spots. Reaching out with a wide paw, he sliced through the water and headed for shore. Once there, he shook the water from his broad-shouldered, muscular body and stretched, relishing the release from physical restriction and confining domestic habitats the two-hundred-and–fifty-pound black jaguar padded over to Rio’s pile of clothes and raked the ground with razor-sharp claws so that they would remain undisturbed until his return because Rio might try to tame his inner beast, but his other self was king in this rainforest, and knew it.
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When we left off in my WIP, Book 2 of my Illuminati series, The Tree of Life, Kirin and her brothers were at The Magic Ball in Rio and their enemy had just discovered they were there because the scientist they kidnapped, drugged and took to the ball with them is wearing a tracking device...so instead of rushing up the elevator to their penthouse suites they're headed to the ballroom to get lost in the crush...
He stayed close behind as she wove her way through the throng of bystanders and then darted straight onto the dance floor, swinging around to clasp him against herself, and then spin away to the flash-paced rhythm of a Brazilian Samba.
“I’ll explain later. I’m sorry, but if you want to get out of here alive, follow my lead,” she said into his ear as she gyrated in front of him.
“Shouldn’t I be leading?” he quipped, surprising Kirin by raising her hand above her head and spinning her away, then quickly pulling her back against him and showing off some amazingly sensual moves for a man who spent much of his life in front of a microscope.
The scientist pulled her up against his chest, nearly knocking her breath away, and not just because she was surprised by his sudden movement. The gleaming challenge in his eyes bore into hers as he looked down at her. She could imagine the mocking smile behind his mask, and she met his swiveling pelvis with her own sashaying hips, daring him to continue the knee-pumping, core-flexing duel. Encouraged, he stalked her movements like a predator, the fluidity of his movements measured and seductive. Kirin, breathless and impressed, laughed up at her handsome captive.
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Previously, in my WIP, The Tree of Life, Book 2 in my Illuminati series, Kirin and her brothers were about to enter the Copacabana Palace in Rio during the Magic Ball with a kidnapped scientist in tow..albiet he is disguised in a tuxedo and full face mask..slightly drugged, though they are passing him off as drunk....
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, you’re back once again. You look great in a tuxedo, by the way. I didn’t realize you were so tall.”
“First time you’ve seen him upright,” Roscoe offered, helpfully.
Molten gold signaled his anger from behind the oval eye-slits of a full face mask Roscoe had secured to the scientist’s face, letting them know that if nothing else the man recalled the security chief’s remark and harsh treatment from earlier, and that the effects of the drug-soaked cloth were beginning to wear off.
“Move,” Andrew urged in a harsh whisper, shouldering the tightly grasped man in the opposite direction.
Kirin looked up and noted that their security team had averted them from the elevators and the safety of their penthouse suites, instead directing them further up the marble staircase toward the ballroom, unmindful of the rumpled flounces and disgruntled minglers they jostled in their haste to make way through the crush of excited party guests. She instantly sobered and followed their lead, knowing their route must surely be blocked, probably by some previously off-duty revelers who just happened to be on site. But for their enemy to have discovered their whereabouts so quickly could mean only one thing--her blind date was carrying a tracking device and would need to be searched.
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Illuminati - The Book of Life
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The Keeper's Secret: Tell-Tale Publishing's Annual Horror Anthology
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