Jamie wiggled her ass against his firm cock and agonized balls. “You asking?”
“I am.” Ever so gently, he hooked his finger in her hair, raising it to his lips before brushing it back from her neck. By now, he didn’t care how many cameras snapped. He didn’t worry about angles or what the light was like behind him. This was all for her. His mouth dropped to the curve of neck where it met her shoulder, and hummed.
Shuddering, Jamie tilted her head to give him better access. “Are you trying to make yourself irresistible?”
“That’s the general idea. Is it working?” He licked and nipped her.
“I need one more lady for this to work properly,” he said. “Don’t leave me hanging, ladies. One more, to give me a brace of beauties. What about you, Miss?”
He held out his hand to an attractive redhead a few tables away. Walking over, he smiled down at her, looking hopeful.
“Would you kindly assist me with this?
“I don’t believe in magic,” she said somewhat stiffly.
“No need to believe for it to work,” he countered. “Please?”
The magician’s brilliantly blue eyes widened as he leaned forward, hand extended. The young woman’s breath caught in her throat as she accepted his invitation. He walked her to the stage, placing her between the other two women.
I belong to a writing group where we take turns sharing writing prompts. Here are a few of mine
“I’m being followed!” Deborah said in earnestI listened to my friend but I wasn’t sure this was true because she had the habit of being overly dramatic and often sought attention. I was sure this was one of those times.“Are you sure?” I asked doubtfullyShe shrugged “not 100% but every time I walk down my street I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I get chills.”“You need to ask yourself why somebody would follow you home.” I said“Don’t you believe me?”“I want to, but you’ve done this before.” I statedShe stopped to think for a minute “I had a few run-ins with a customer at the Café. He comes in every day and tries to hit on me. I said I wasn’t interested over and over but he persisted. I threatened to call the cops if he didn’t stop.” Deb explained“What did he say to that?” I wanted to know“He said I would regret it if I tried. Frankly, that scared me!” Deb explainedI looked at her. “He sounds like a real creep, but bullies like that need to be shown you mean business. I would call the cops anyway.” I told her“Well, I would if I knew his full name. I only know his first name is Scott because that’s the name I write on his cup. That could even be a fake name.I nodded “could be,” I said in response. I was starting to believe Deborah was sincere this time. “Could you describe him to the cops?”“Yes. He has mousy brown hair and green eyes. He wears dark rimmed glasses. He’s stocky but looks like he’s in good shape. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a back alley anywhere.”“Tell your manager he’s bothering you.” I suggested“I tried, but he and Scott are friends and claims that Scott is a pussycat and he’s got a girlfriend. He wouldn’t cheat on her.” Deborah explainedAt that moment, I didn’t know what else to say to her. I told her to call me when she got home and we parted company. She had agreed.I didn’t hear from her that night and just assumed she was tired and went right to bed. The next day I called and even went to her apartment to look for her. There was no answer and her door was unlocked. She never leaves her door unlocked and opened it.The place looked like it had been trashed. Now I was worried!“Deb?” I called out. “Deb if you’re here, say something.”I looked around the apartment without touching anything. There was no one there. Even her room was a mess, and she was a very clean person. I was scared, so I did the only thing I could and called the cops. I had questions of my own. Did this mystery man have anything to do with her disappearance, or is Deb just scared and has run away on her own?
Bernie the halfbreed vampire
Yuck! I barfed again! What was the cause? Is it the taste of blood? No, that’s wonderful. I finally figured it out it’s the sight of blood that gets me but why? I guess I will have to ask mother.
“Mum, I said. “I have a problem!”
“Yes dear, what is it?” Mom declared
“How come every time I see blood, I lose my lunch and all that good blood goes to waste? How am I supposed to feed myself?”
Mother’s side “my dear, I knew the secret would come out eventually.”
“What secret? I asked suspiciously and surprised at mother’s sudden shocking revelation!
Mother took a breath “well dear? It’s like this. I fell in love with a human and I had an affair on your father!” She said shamefaced
“Say it isn’t so!” I declared
“I’m afraid it is dear. Nine months afterwards you came along and I knew you weren’t like your brother.”
“How was I different?” I asked curious “you didn’t have that deathly pale look about you. There was actually colour to your cheeks. I knew immediately you were not your father son.”
“So that explains why every time I see blood I lose my lunch yet I still crave it?”
“Yes dear, you have a human weakness! She said
I shrugged “so, what do I do about it?” I inquired
The only cure is to find your human father, suck his blood. You are the only one who can do this but in order to not be ill, you can wear a blindfold when you attack him.
“But won’t that turn him into a vampire?” I wanted to know
Mother nodded “yes, you biting your father will break loves curse.” She explained
That’s when I thanked mother and set off to put the bite on dear old dad.
Give me shelter prompt: the king approaches you and asks you for shelterOnce upon a time in a galaxy far away, there lived a king in peril. His kingdom was undersea and he managed to escape with an inch of his life.
One day, as I, a lowly peasant, was doing laundry out in the yard, he approached my bit of land.Upon seeing him I immediately bowed “your Majesty” I said in awe.“Arise peasant!” He said“thank you, your highness. What can I do for you on this day?“Dear Mdm. I am in need of shelter as the castle walls have been breached. My life is in danger!”“Oh, that’s terrible!” I gasped. “You can hide in my house I will sleep in the barn,” I statedThe king shook his head. “ no need my lady. I will not have a kind woman such as you give up your home. It is I who will sleep in the barn.” He demandedvery well your Majesty I do not have much to offer as far as shelter but what I have is yours.“I insist fair maid I can handle farm animals for a night or two.” He replied kindly, and with a smile.I had to admire the man for his bravery and such a good-looking King he was.I allowed him the use of my barn for the night and fed him a wonderful meal of stew and fresh breadHe was so enamored with my cooking that he asked me for my hand in marriage and we lived happily ever after. This proved that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach.
She opened the stained glass door to the office with trepidation. Never having done this before, her hands shook. Identical platinum haired men greeted her with dazzling smiles. Paige halted as the effect of their stunning good looks left her breathless. One stepped forward, hand extended.
“Good morning and welcome to Bates Brothers Investigations. I’m Norman and he’s Master.”
“Dude, be serious,” the second twin said, hanging back a little.
“Seriously, he’s Norman and I’m Master. Our folks run a creepy hotel. Middle of nowhere, house on a cliff? No?”
“I’m Chay and he’s Trey,” the second one said, shaking her hand.
“But Dad totally wanted to name one of us Norman,” Trey contributed.
“It was all our mother could do to stop him,” Chay added with a smile.
“Did she stab him with a big, scary knife while he was in the shower?” their visitor asked.
“No, but she does love her rocking chair,” Trey replied with a grin.
“We named the dog Norman,” Chay said.
“So, neither of you is Master?” she asked slyly.
“Well….” Trey began.
Chay punched his brother. “No.”
“Don’t need to explain that one,” she interrupted.
At times it seems as if the world has gone crazy! Reading is a wonderful way to escape, and writing is a fun way to provide book lovers with books they might enjoy. Like most authors, I like to do both but suddenly have a sense of urgency to write that I haven’t had in a while. Finding the motivation to write last year was an issue for me, and it wasn’t from a lack of projects that I had in the works. I don’t know if it was depression, frustration, or a combination of both, but I’d lost my desire to sit down and focus on anything, let alone to write.
I’ve never been one to force myself to write; that’s not to say that the writers that do sit down and write daily don’t have the right idea. They probably do; however, that doesn’t work for me. Don’t get me wrong, like most people who love to write, I did try that popular approach, and that’s where I quickly learned that method doesn’t work for me. Garbage. I produced garbage—lots of words with zero quality. Such content forced me to scrap and rewrite over and over again. Ugh. A terrible waste of time.
It took a while, but I learned to write when my mind was full—jam-packed with storylines, paragraphs, dialog, twists, ah-ha moments presented by my characters, showing me how the stories in my head should unfold. Waiting takes patience. There have been times the story in my head must not have been entirely developed yet, because when I tried to rush the process, as stated previously, I failed miserably—scrapping the worthless words. Ugh. What a waste! If I’m working with a deadline, spending time in silence, and allowing my mind to consume my characters’ thoughts, plot, twist(s), setting, POV, and theme, it helps to speed up my usual process. I think it’s because I’m purposefully consuming my mind with these things, and eventually, they have to come out! Surrounding myself with fairies that inspire me, figurines, art, or books, also help the creative juices flow. I love music, but unlike many writers find it a terrible distraction while I work.
It isn’t unusual for the urge to “hurry up and write” to hit at the most inconvenient times. Characters that nudge you to sit down and tell the world what they’re doing or share how the protagonist would handle a particular situation you’re concocting. Retrieving the story from your mind and putting it in your WIP smack in the middle of chaos isn’t always as easy as it should be. Frustration. Depression. Pandemics. Power outages, and everyone at home—equates to lots of noise. Noise, for me, is a distraction. But when the writing bug bites, you do what needs to be done; you can’t help it. It’s impossible to ignore the nudge to write and hard not to recognize the joy that writing gives back when you hit the keys, and everything is flowing as it should.
Right now, I’m working on the fourth book of my fairy series. I had other award-winning titles between books three and four, but now my fairies are calling me back. Lilly, Boris, and Jack, of course, will be in book number four, and some of the other familiar favorites will join them. In my mind, their conversations are crystal clear, and the scenery is exquisite. Laying out their latest adventure is exhilarating. It’s been swirling around in my head for the longest time and is flowing as if I turned on the word faucet. Trust me, a writer’s dream, continuous word flow. It’s an exciting time when the juice flows freely, and you can visualize new work on the horizon—a time for the author to escape the chaos of the world around them and create another book for a potential reader.
The Mischief series is a timeless chapter book series for girls and boys, independent reading second to fourth grade, first grade if you have a strong reader. There are lovely life lessons entwined throughout each book, and though it’s a fairy series, each book could be read as a stand-alone copy. The series is filled with adventures, gentle life lessons, designed to be timeless pieces, and includes a delightful character named Pearle. Pearle brings a dose of kindness and empathy throughout the series, showing that she’s just like all the other fairies even though she has unique needs. Pearle can not walk, but she can fly with ease, and Lilly, Boris, Jack, and the others adore her. This latest adventure is challenging to write but exciting, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with you.
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The room was empty except for another doctor dressed in surgical scrubs. He looked absorbed in the science-fiction book he was reading, so she leaned back and closed her eyes. Before she knew it, she’d fallen asleep. A sound startled her and she jerked awake. She blushed as she realized the sound that had woken her was her own snoring. Mortified, she glanced at the doctor, but he hadn’t raised his head from his book. She shifted in her chair, straightened her shirt and closed her eyes again.
“You should head home if you’re that tired,” the man said without looking up from his book.
“I know,” she sighed. “I’m just too exhausted to drive. I’m afraid I’d have an accident and end up back here taking up bed space.”
He chuckled, setting his book aside. “You’d get some rest anyway.”
“No, I wouldn’t, I’d have all you bloody doctors poking me to see what made me tick,” she managed a soft chuckle and nestled further into her chair.
“We’d save special tests just for you. The most intrusive possible, with blood drawn every hour. I’m sure we could find ways to occupy your time.”
“No doubt,” she said, starting to get annoyed now by the conversation. She wanted to rest and she wanted to be left alone, neither of which was happening. “Look,” she said, sitting up in her chair. “I don’t really mean to be rude….”
“Sure you do,” he smiled, looking up from his book for the first time. He was quite attractive, but had a smug expression on his face as he clasped his hands together between his knees. “You say that so I won’t think that you think I’m being intrusive. But whenever someone starts a sentence with things like, I don’t mean to be rude, or with all due respect, they mean just the opposite.”