Daughters Of Azele Part One
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:
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.
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!
Under the sheets she lay awake, wrapped in his arms, watching the sun brighten her bedroom through the curtains. Laurence was starting to stir and becoming aware of her body all up against him. He’d fallen asleep just minutes after making love to her for the first time and actually cuddled with her all night. He said she was in his heart, did that mean he loved her? Was she in love with him? “Yes,” she said out loud.
“Scarlett.” He said her name but appeared to be asleep. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. She pulled back and traced his lips with a soft fingertip. “Babe, what are you doing?” He smiled, opening his eyes. “Can’t a man sleep without being molested by a beautiful woman?”
“Nope.” She planted her lips on his nose. “Not the sexually deprived ones anyway.”
“As of last night, you aren’t sexually deprived, darling.”
“You mean last night wasn’t one of those one night stands?”
“I guess you must have liked it.”
“I guess I did.” He rolled over on his back cheesing up at her. A big hand massaged her back and hip. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
“You thought I was going to change.”
“I trust you.”
“Guess who is in love with you?”
“This guy right here.” He changed all the way to his big furry self. With a swipe of his claw, he brushed back a tumbled braid from her face. And placed it gently behind her ear. He licked her cheek then changed back. “Scarlett?”
“Do you want to be loved by a werewolf?”
“I want you.”
“I’m not just a man. Can you love him too?”
“I love all of you.”
“Why didn’t you turn around in the kitchen?”
“You wanted me too?”
“That could have been a great moment.”
“I wasn’t prepared for a moment between us then.”
“What about now? Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m sure. I want love in my life.”
“Say you love me again.”
“I love you.”’ She marked the moment with several little kisses down his chest stopping just above his navel. His body quivered from each faint touch of her lips. She flicked her tongue inside his navel. His body rocked then stiffened. She looked up at his face. His eyes were half shut and he bit his lower lip in delicious anticipation. She trailed her tongue lower and stopped to kiss his belly that was getting warmer now. He moved his hips and relaxed against the pillows.
“Say it again,” he said.
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