Too Much Cleavage!

It's five-thirty in the frickin' morning and I'm sitting in my living room, my tea kettle about to start screaming in the kitchen. I like a little black tea in the morning to get me going. I have found that the combination of a cup of black tea, followed by a small cup of joe gives me a good prolonged boost of energy, and the tea helps curve hunger pains. Nothing worse than that empty-stomach-in-the-morning feeling. Blech.

Anyway, let me tell you about this dream I had, involving my boss: One morning I decide to wear a super cleavage-y top to work, and my tits were looking quite nice. They were a bit bigger than in real life, and apparently, they offended my boss. By "offended", I mean they were too distracting, and he sent me home to change my shirt. 
  For some reason, it took me all day to find a different shirt to wear, and then make my way back to work. I didn't get there until six o clock, but I did offer to stay and work on back stuff. 
   It was a very stressful dream. I was put off by being told to go change, and then all these things happened to me while I was home, that delayed me getting back. No, I can't remember the details, but I remember the stress of it all. 
  And the boobs.
   I miss playing with boobs.
   

Kelly R. 

2nd Edition...........

"If' we're talking body......If you love me right/we fuck for life/so put it on me/onandon...."
    -ToveLo Talking Body

 So I was spending time over at my "real person" social media accounts, but I'm feeling the pull back over here. Probably because my life is all adult now and shit, and I have a bit more freedom over here. 

Anyways, I wanted to let my readers know that there will be a 2nd edition of The Awakening coming soon. Ah, the freedom of self-publishing........the writer can constantly improve on their work. And yes, it also opens the world to all sorts of awful writing. But in the same sense, it allows hard working writers (I'm really really trying to be more consistent with!) to have the freedom to explore, and figure out what works, and what doesn't. And in that sense, continuously improve their stuff. 
 There are a lot of people that are against self-publishing, and the easy free self-publishing options out there are a threat to many people. My first foray into it was the publication of my erotic poetry, that is a POD through Authorhouse.  Even though it was fairly expensive, I had a great editing team to work with. And it was exciting- I was about a year into dancing, and I had customers bringing in my book for me to sign. There was also an interview with a writer for the Syracuse New Times and an article written up for the adult column in the back of it. Ahh, good times. 
  Nicole, I hope your journalism career really took off. You were a fun girl to hang out with and I will forever be jealous that you got to meet Jessie Jane at Adult World. 

KelBel

Sneak Peek at The Awakening

Hello loves, 

 Here's a sneak peak at my paranormal novel, The Awakening, which I published on Amazon last November. This is an introduction to the bad guy, Erazem, who was no one to joke with. 

  Haven't picked up your copy yet? You better jump on it, before Book 2 comes out! You can pick your copy here.

Broken Bloodlines: Book 1: The Awakening 

               Published via Amazon  Nov 2014                                                     

  

Chapter 4: Erazem 

Ethel started down the Dorr's  long driveway.  She shook her head as she drove the short distance to her abode, which she was just around the curve of the cul-de-sac. She thought about the last time there had been a Morgin born and shook her head.  What a crazy time that had been…werewolves running around all over the place….the Dorrs had no idea what they were in for. However, there would be no werewolves this time.  Ethel knew what these girls were born for, and as she pulled off the secondary road onto a snow covered trail, and pulled up to her small cottage, she scanned the area carefully.  His calling card should have arrived by now, but she never knew what form it was going to take.  She was exhausted- setting the Black Binding Spell of Power then helping the parents through the birth had zapped the last of her strength. But she still had to deal with Erazem, and that temper of his. No doubt he had tried to get into Nashel, and was now pissed. He was probably waiting for her inside of her house. 

She didn't know how long it would take for her Echo to show up, a Morgin never knew. But it had been centuries since her last one, and like every Morgin, she was eager to once again have the intrinsic bond that the Morgin and Echo shared.

Opening her car door, the smell of sulfur hit her nose and she stifled a gag.  God, it was strong.  Her heart started beating faster at the same time she chided herself.  Of course it was strong.  It wasn’t like it was an amateur she was about to deal with.  Man, she hated that smell.  

It was about three-thirty in the morning and the temperature had dropped significantly. This time in November, she was surprised they hadn't gotten snow yet.

She walked up to her front door and the smell of sulfur changed to the smell of vinegar.  Her tongue grew heavy and felt as if fuzz was growing on it. She swallowed hard as she pushed open her front door.

He was sitting in her rocker chair, directly across from the door.  At least, his apparition was sitting in her chair. A pair of glowing red eyes floated in front of the headrest of her rocking chair, and the chair rocked slowly back and forth.  Ethel’s heart seized up and she frantically tried to pull oxygen into her desperate lungs.   She couldn’t move, could only hold onto the hot doorknob in her cold hand and stare at those horrible red, glaring eyes.

    She finally managed to suck in air.  The sound was raspy, and too loud for the strange silence in the room.  She pulled in too much air and nearly had a coughing fit.  She knew the eyes were only a projected image, but they still had the power to paralyze. Let’s just get this over with, she told herself.

    “Ethel….” Her name was whispered into the air, and the very molecules of it seemed to dance around her, mocking her.  

The red eyes glowed and there was another blast of sulphur.  As Ethel entered her house, he started to materialize into the form of a man, that wasn’t even close to being a man; he looked awful, she thought.  She supposed it was only natural since he hadn’t been active for the last six hundred years.

At least he was dressed decently. She wondered where he had stolen the suit from.  He would almost look handsome if he wasn’t so…well…dead looking.   

The burning red eyes glowed under a bald head, which was speckled with brown liver spots. The forehead was high and gleamed with an plastic shine.  The eyebrows were nearly existent, two thin lines that barely flaked over his deep eye sockets.  The high bridge of the nose was merely skeletal with twin black holes.  The cheekbones were cut sharply out of the face, and had black shadows underneath them.  The lips were thin and the whole mouth caved in, as if all the teeth were missing.  The jaw was pointed and the flesh on the neck that disappeared into the white collar of the suit shirt was wrinkled.  

The smell of sulfur was replaced by the stink of sour vinegar, the smell of a rotting corpse that refused to lie still.  Although he couldn't touch her when he was just apparating in front of her, he could still attack her senses.  

His eyes bored into hers and the monster in front of her sneered. The lips pulled up, revealing a gaping black hole, and a line of green slime dribbled down his chin.  He brought a hand up to wipe it and the hand was dry and wrinkly, like his skin could be plucked off like chicken skin.  Andalova had no doubt that it could be plucked off like chicken skin. Sitting before her was the Master Vampire of the purest bloodline in all of vampires’ histories.  She swallowed hard; she was about to be in some deep shit.

Erazem stood up slowly, while his joints popped off like firecrackers. He was massive, and rose above her by at least three feet.  Andalova felt herself being pulled forward down her entryway, the door slamming shut behind her.  Erazem circled slowly around her, too close to comfort, bending down too close to her neck.  His shuffling feet sounded like a pile of autumn leaves.  The smell of vinegar was overwhelming; it coated her tongue with sour slime.  

He circled around her and stopped behind her, breathing hot, stank breath on her neck. She had only been in the house for a mere four minutes, but it felt like hours had gone by.  

“Ethel….” He coaxed her name, it floated over her shoulder.  “Do you know how long I have been undead?”

Well, it smells like forever, she thought, before she remembered that he was a damn good mindreader. Oops.  

“Since the beginning of time,” she said aloud.    

“Exactly.” He replied.  He shuffled around to the front of her and had a very dangerous smile on his face.  His red demon eyes bored into her frightened hazel eyes.

Erazem leaned in closer.  His decayed breath almost made her gag, but she managed to suppress it.  

    “Ethel, you have disappointed me; I don’t understand why you would waste time and energy trying to keep me out of the city.  I want that baby.”

    “Sir-the child is very, very sick. It was a difficult birth.  I couldn’t take her away from her parents yet or she would die.”

“What is her Echo?” he rumbled.

“A black panther.” Ethel told him.  

Erazem was silent for a moment.  A new gleam appeared in his demon eyes and he turned and started pacing back and forth across Ethel's living room floor.  She could see how Erazem, wherever he really was,  was getting stronger by every minute he was awake.  His apparition's skin was gaining color, and tightening up.  He was starting to look like an old man, instead of a corpse.  Ethel, on the other hand, felt like she had contracted the flu virus.  Her head was pounding, and she was having hot and cold flashes simultaneously.  She closed her eyes and delivered the final blow:

    “Erazem, I have read the prophecy. I know what you plan on doing. The protection spell around the city will last nineteen years.  For nineteen years, you cannot touch her.”

He stared back at her, his eyes glowing with rage.  His lip twisted up with fury and he took a step towards her.  Andalova tried to step back, but she was still being held in his telepathic grip.

“You stupid bitch,” he snarled. "You think you can hold that spell in place for nineteen years?"

    That spell she had cooked up she had been working on the moment she knew there were Morgins coming. It was so strong that even she couldn't break it once it was activated.  Now if she could only keep him from finding out about the twin. If she could save one, there was hope.  

“Innocence is a much stronger force than even you, master,” she bit out.

His apparition growled again, a sound that shook the walls of Ethel’s Victorian.  

“Give me the counter spell, Ethel!” he threatened with another hideous blast of sulphur.  

“There isn’t one!” she whispered.

There was another wall shaking growl of anger. Then the apparition stared at her for a moment, and she wondered what the real Erazem was thinking.

The corner of the thing's mouth turned up.   

“Nineteen years, huh?” the thing in front of her said, circling around her.  “Hope you didn’t have any plans, m’dear.”

The monster before her chuckled, a sound that was in complete contrast to his body. The sound was hypnotic, and seductive.  

     Ethel closed her eyes.