Daughters Of Azele
After backsliding from witchcraft for several years following her marriage to the normal human, James, Scarlett finds that not much in her life is normal. Because of James she is chased by a jealous master vampire and an incubus who proves to be more than he appears. Scarlett is from a line of ancient witches, and to protect herself and those she loves she must draw on her ancestors spell book that has gotten in the wrong family member hands. After James' betrayal, she reaches deep for courage to become the witch she knows she was meant to be. But she is not alone. A new lover with a secret, charms and pursues her to claim her lonely heart. Laurence is a werewolf in the midst of a divided pack war. He has made enemies with the master vampire that desires Scarlett's bloody beating heart in the palm of her hand. He has vowed to protect Scarlett and lead his pack or die trying. Scarlett is in love but has her own plans of dealing with her own enemies. Naturally, their wills clash and threaten the happiness she has just accepted from Laurence. Scarlett has decided, based on her past, becoming a true daughter of her ancestors is more important than anything. But is she willing to choose love over magic again?
Here's a little excerpt:
At daybreak she looked down at herself to find she was covered with a comforter and lying flat on her back on the floor in her living room. The spell book was in the recliner. Carefully she sat up and realized she wasn’t alone. Laurence lay on her couch snoring rather loudly. Must’ve been what woke her in the first place. She frowned at him, not quite appreciating his nerve. She told him not to come back last night. And why just cover her up on the cold floor and not put her to bed? Pushing the covers back, she crawled over to the couch. He was really out, needing his sleep. Didn’t even stir when she touched his cheek.
She was still sleepy so she went upstairs to the comfort of her own warm bed.
Sunlight shone through the sheers and lightly burned her cheek. She rolled over into his chest. She wasn’t surprised he’d take the liberty of climbing into bed with her when he knew she wasn’t quite feeling him after his behavior last night. He was an Alpha, those bastards did whatever they wanted. His arms tried to embrace her while he still slept. None of that, she thought as she crawled over his big body getting out of bed. She hoped it woke his sleepy ass up. What was he so tired about anyway? Surely for an Alpha, touching ten minds wasn’t so draining. He didn’t look like he’d been in a major fight either. He opened his eyes when her knee poked him in the belly as she got free of him and to the floor. He lay there staring up at her like he was so damn confused.
“Baby, why are you frowning like that?”
“Why do you think?” she snapped then stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door. She brushed her teeth then jumped into a warm shower, washed her hair and body with a generous amount of shampoo. How could he think he could just treat her any kind of way then get in bed with her like he belonged there? He had to know he hurt her last night. And how did he just waltz right into her house anyway? “I know I locked up last night.” Or maybe she didn’t, that wasn’t the point anyway.
Angrily, she dried her body with a plush towel then applied body lotion. After tying her robe around her with a tight knot, she marched out of the bathroom, expecting him to be standing right before her, acting like he was waiting patiently for her return, however, he was gone. Made the bed and left the bedroom. “Well, good.” Now, she could get dressed in peace.
As soon as she stepped into the hallway, her nose was filled with the combined aroma of bacon and coffee. Her stomach growled so loudly she gave it a pat before she proceeded down the stairs. He was in her breakfast nook, pouring a short fat tumbler full of something red. He placed it on the table beside one of the place settings before he looked up and offered her a smile that gave her lower belly a sharp jolt.
“Good morning,” he said.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry. I thought you would be too.” He looked her over standing all the way down at the other end of the round table. “I made us breakfast. This will be our first breakfast together.”
“Well, I’m-” Her stomach did a series of embarrassing growls. She could lie with her mouth but her stomach wasn’t letting her get away with it.
“Baby, sit down.” He pulled a chair out and waited for her to take her time complying. He handed her the red juice. “You like virgin bloody Marys?”
She adored them. She took it and said nothing, but drank it all down. Silently, she started with the bacon and eggs on her plate before he even sat down. She knew she was being rude and childish but couldn’t seem to stop herself. When she reached for the jelly for her toast, her fingers met his on the jar. Sparks ignited and she had to look him directly in the eyes then. “Excuse me,” she mumbled, drawing her fingers back. She sipped at her coffee knowing he was still staring at her with those smoldering eyes. He knew she was getting hot for him though he hadn’t really done anything to cause her reaction to him. Probably thought she was the easiest woman in the world. She got mad and scraped the remainder of the eggs from the platter onto her plate and shoveled them in her mouth. He made the best scrambled eggs, she thought, and wished for another Bloody Mary. But she wasn’t going to ask him to pour her another one. She’d finish her coffee and kick him out. That would teach him to take everything for granted.
“Scarlett, what are you thinking about?”
“Pardon?” She looked over at him innocently. He was trying not to frown at her.
“Why do you keep frowning like that?”
“Must be your imagination.” She wiped her mouth then pushed back from the table.
“What?” She rose and pushed in her chair. She noticed his plate was full, hadn’t taken one bite.
“Honey, sit down. Please.” He stood over her and pulled her chair back out. She just looked at him when he held her by her shoulders. “Will you get mad if I kiss you?”
“Yes.” He kissed her anyway, holding her in a tight embrace. She let him but dang she wasn’t about to join in. Not yet, if he couldn’t apologize and mean it. He let her go and asked her to please sit down. “Fine,” she grumbled taking her seat. “But I do have at least a million things to do this morning.”
“Scarlett, it’s already after two o’clock.”
“Say what?” She never slept into the afternoon. “Wow.”
“Last night, you said you wanted to be alone, but I came by anyway. Your house was full of light. The whole street was lit up. Your neighbors stood on their porches watching your house.”
“Okay? That’s all you’re going to tell me?”
“Why should I tell you anything? It’s not pack business!”
“Scarlett, you came out of the house and looked right through me. I swear, you seemed to be someone else. Or you just didn’t recognize me.”
“Clearly, I was in a trance.”
“You ran down the street with a sword screaming. I tracked you for miles until you vanished without a trace. I came back here to wait and think. Around three this morning you landed on the rooftop. Kind of hard like you fell out of the sky.”
“Was anyone with me?”
“I didn’t see anyone. I tried to lead you upstairs but you wouldn’t go up. In fact, you raised your sword.”
“I don’t know, however I thought I should back off. You just stood in the middle of the floor holding that sword up then suddenly you collapsed.”
“And that’s all,” she asked. “Did I say anything?”
“You spoke in a language I don’t believe was of human origins. And your body heat was different the whole time you were active. You weren’t your normal self until you passed out.”
“Okay.” Why was he looking at her like that? Anyway, if he’d respected her wishes he’d not have seen her like that. However, she did understand the concern. He must have felt useless and afraid on her behalf.
“Scarlett, what was all that?”
“I guess, I must have evoked the spell book.”
“Yeah. I don’t recall deciding to do it last night. But I must have anyway.”
“And you aren’t concerned about it?”
“Last night I was stressed and had a few drinks. I’ll just be more careful next time.”
“Well, I hope you don’t think I fought Charm to just use it once and chicken out. I have a lot of history to learn and training…” He didn’t care to understand, she could tell from the set of his jaw. “Look, I’m a witch. I do things, and things get done to me.”
“And that is supposed to make me feel better?”
“Laurence, I can’t control how you choose to feel.” She got up and marched through the kitchen and out the back door.
“What?” She turned to his perplexed expression. He stood half in and half out of her back door.
“Nothing,” he answered staunchly and went back inside. She watched the door to see if he’d come back. He didn’t, and she assumed he went to fill his stomach. Perfect, as she had a few things to do.
In the storage shed, she found her old cauldron and placed it in the wheel barrow with sticks and charcoal and various other items she might need and wheeled them out into the middle of her back yard. She took the shovel and began digging shallow holes, having no real idea why she felt compelled to set her back yard up like that, just that she should as she was being guided by the spell book. After the third hole she stopped, feeling her lower back was to the point of nagging her. Whatever she’d done last night must have been some serious stuff. Or maybe it was just everything, and her body was telling her to slow down her roll.
As she placed the cauldron in one of the holes, she distinctly heard her front door slam, then a few seconds later she heard his Rover start. Leaving without saying good bye? Great. She placed the shovel back in the barrow and pushed it back into the shed.
At the kitchen sink, she lathered up her hands, and wondered why she wasn’t crying. How many times had James drove her to wash her hands and have a good cry? Maybe what she felt for Laurence wasn’t love after all. Anyway, that it happened early was for the best. No reason for tears, she should be happy. Applying lotion to her hands, she went into her living room. The comforter still lay in a jumbled pile. She folded it and tossed it over the back of her couch. She lay down, and the tears began to roll as soon as she smelled his cologne lingering on the big cushion on her couch.
A half hour later, she lay on her back, eyes closed, about to go into meditation. Knocking on the back door opened her eyes. Who knocks on people’s back doors, she wondered. She got up rubbing her eyes, then stretched her back before going to see who was at her door. Through the frilly curtain, she recognized the visitor.
“Tia.” She let her surprise show after pulling the door open. “Laurence isn’t here.”
“Yeah, I know. May I come in?”
“Um, sure.” She stepped to the side to let her in. As she closed the door, she noticed Tia sniffing out her kitchen on the sly, pretending to check out the décor. Her kitchen was nothing special, pretty much the same as it was the day she moved in years ago. “Would you care for some coffee, or soda?”
“You wouldn’t have a root beer?”
“Actually, I do.” Scarlett went to the fridge. Inside were colas and fruity drinks. She touched a cola, and it became a Dad’s root beer. “You want diet or regular?”
“Diet would be heaven,” Tia said.
“Here you go,” Scarlett said, forcing herself to return the bright smile.
“Thanks so much.”
“You’re wel-” Tia butted her head into Scarlett’s face, breaking her nose. Then punched her between the eyes. Her head snapped back and she fell back into the fridge. Tia snatched her back by the hair and punched her hard in the belly twice before letting her drop to the floor. There was nothing she could do to stop Tia from lifting her again and punching her in the throat. Scarlett felt she was either dying or about to throw up. Tia gathered her up, tossed her over a shoulder and started out the back door.
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What's Wrong With A Vampire And A Werewolf Getting It On?
"Please,” he whispered, holding her waist in his shivering hands. “Take me, Monique.” She put her fangs in his neck hard, holding him around the shoulders. His fingers dug into her hips tearing her skin, his eyes rolled up and he started to tremble. She backed him into the corner of the shower. Pushing against the walls, he growled as she went deeper and began to suck his blood. He howled and grabbed at her body, squeezing her hard as a reaction inside him began to rage. She pulled back to watch. The muscles in his body quivered, reshaping themselves as bone became like liquid and then gave his body support. It was brutal, and Monique loved it.
I ask the above question only because a reader e mailed me to say she would have enjoyed my novel Scarlett much better if the sex scene with Monique and James was left out. She said they weren't at all sexy, but disgusting to put it mildly. Okay. I asked her was it because James was fully transformed or if the writing was raunchy or just bad. She said she wasn't sure. Okay.
First, let me say, I am not offended or angry with this reader. She was honest and obviously felt the need to let me know how much the sex scene bugged her. I appreciate her feed back as much as anyone else. Second, I love hearing from readers so much that words can't express it. So don't ever think you can't share your reading experience with me(as long as you remember to be polite)!
While I can't argue with what someone finds distasteful, I do think it was a great scene to express the special nature between these two characters. I have to say, I don't think sex between a fully transformed werewolf and a vampire, who is able to turn herself into a bat creature, exactly goes against the laws of nature. They are both shape shifters. If the problem was the writing, I admit my writing style is not gifted with the erotica- but I do what I can here and there to spice things up. Anyway, Monique and James are who and what they are, folks. Sorry if the way they like to get down bothers anyone. I hope you won't let something like that ruin your reading pleasure. Just skip the parts you don't like and keep on readin' baby!