Running From the Darkness is Overrated

I've been thinking a lot about my superstitious habit of avoiding writing about anything I'm afraid might actually happen in my life. I've decided that not writing anything awful that could really happen hasn't prevented the awful things that have happened in my life, so why do I feel constrained? I certainly haven't conjured up any paranormally hot males who lust after me with my current writing, either, more's the pity.
I have had some strange things happen with my art and writing, sometimes things do happen that I wrote about or create some picture of. It may be a premonition, (I'm a pseudo hippie Interfaith minister and artist, I'm allowed to believe in those), but even if it is, the writing down of it IS NOT what caused it. So...
I'm going to take a deep breath, and let some of my not so happy or horny ideas into my writing. (I know,  I know you're already thinking Damn how much worse will it get? Poor Valane is already fucked up nine ways to  Hell, but note that I didn't describe much of the awfulness of his life, just hinted it) So be prepared for a few more ugly moments in the sequel to Slave to the Vampire King as we see a little more of Jain's nastiness, Vitar's desperate fight against the evil of his father's reign, and Lucaine's battle against his own desires.
But I am still who I am, so... don't worry its not likely to be therapy inducing. Not likely...

Writing style quiz analysis, Time Wasting on Facebook and Other entertaining bits

Well my results from the quiz I took was Anne Rice, and of course I was thrilled, having loved most of her books for a long time. But it was all Princess S Obriot's fault that I've spent all this time online playing, that quiz sucked me in. I tried to post the html that is supposed to show the badge but I guess I haven't figured out the secret to that yet.


I have wasted hours on Facebook today when I still need every bit of computer time at the library for edits and formatting, since my home computer is still down. But I guess it helps keep my mood up and constantly give me more chum for my stories.

Working on Persephone, the formatting and the edits should be done soon, if I ever stop wasting time. After which I'll have to put together another temporary ugly cover for that story as well. I can make really nice and elegant geometric or abstract designs that I want to use for my covers, but those will have to wait until the home computer is back up and running. I have PS8 and Adobe on that.

Also will be straightening out the small errors and lost italics in Slave to the Vampire King. Don't worry if you have already got a copy, or buy one before the edits are done. The most awesome thing about Smashwords is that you can go and download the updated version for free if you've bought a previous one. Another cool thing; I have officially added Val and Luc's book to a series. 'Pre K'ailine Empire Angorian Kings' but I'm thinking of changing it to Before the Empire, which will make sense as more of my work comes out.

Oh shit, I promised you something entertaining. Well would paragraphs from the next volume of the Pre K'ailine Empire Angorian Kings, aka the sequel to Slave to the Vampire King  or Persephone, upcoming as well, count? Yes? Well okay then.

The young wizard slumped listlessly back onto the large satin pillow behind him, the agony of the blood replenishing spell still washing over him in gradually decreasing waves. He was on his third glass of water as well. Luc glanced over at him unsure whether to be horrified or amused. Valane had been practicing that cursed spell all night. “Val, you’re doing fine, just leave it, love. I have a strong suspicion that this is only another way for you to hurt yourself."  

Val paled a bit and shook his head. “No, sire, please believe me, I wouldn’t risk that. Not after what I did earlier.” At least not in your presence, he amended silently, and then cringed. Fuck, he’d forgotten the other male’s proclivity for mind-reading. He was already on very thin ice and well towards his first serious punishment.

Hmm what did that bad, bad, yet oh so sweet boy do? Even I don't know yet, that is a clip from the fresh, bleeding edge of  Heir to the Vampire King. I know, its so short. But hey, look on the bright side, here's a longer one from Persephone: The First Cycle.  

I bit my lip, holding back tears. It was a horrible reminder of my loss. To never dance in the sunlight or underneath the full moon again. Never again to walk the marble halls with my grandfather Zeus, practicing my rhetoric, or to hear Aphrodite and Hera’s petty arguments, yes even something such as that seems like a painful loss. Mother’s mournful, over done sobs sounded far away, thin. My vision swam and I felt crushed under the weight of sudden despair. I would never be happy in Aidoneus’ dungeon of a realm!

I felt myself falling, and all I could think was his earlier words about being better than cowering at his feet, I was deeply ashamed of my weakness, but I never hit the floor. A solid wall of warmth held me close. I let him hold me, turning my face into that solid warmth. I did not want any of these people seeing my pain.

“Persephone, come away from that man this instant!” Mother was insistent, almost hysterical.

“She cannot Demeter. If I let go of her, she will be pulled back to Hades in a rather excruciating fashion.” Aidoneus smirked. “She ate of the food of the Underworld, therefore she is mine forever. This visit was my gift to her. She wanted to say good bye one last time.”

“She cannot live with you there! She is a creature of life and light, it will slowly drain her very essence!”

I took a ragged breath, and then slowly turned to face her. “Yes it will. In time I will probably fade to nothing, but I will be a fit sacrifice, and I will do it with dignity and courage, so stop this nonsense wailing Mother! You lost this round. Do you think I would not notice that I was just a pawn in your game against the Olympians? If you had ever truly cared, you would have accepted this, so that I could live here with my husband! If not for your meddling, Hades would have come for me here; I could have lived up here.” I used his title, for full impact. She had to grasp this point.

“Zeus! Zeus I demand you do something or I will destroy your precious mortal world. While my Persephone is imprisoned in this evil man’s horrible realm the whole world will die.  Your precious mortals will starve, nothing will grow and the air will grow cold with death’s chill!”

“Demeter what can I do? She ate the food of the Underworld. She has to return with him.” Zeus shrugged, looking very much like any old man.

“Persephone, love is this true? Did you eat those seeds knowing you would fade in time?” Aidoneus whispered.

“Yes my dark lord. I will die and be reborn a thousand times. Every year I will die and every year I will be reborn. Like the grains of the field. But please don’t let me fade slowly. Give me a clean death each year.”

Aidoneus’ eyes hardened to unearthly silver. “Fates! Why did you not tell me this?”

Atropos, she who cuts the threads of life, stepped forward, her liquid brown eyes old in an ageless face. “Because you love her, and always have. You would have let everything on the mortal world die to save her pain.”

“You and I agree then Demeter.” Aidoneus’ voice was the killing frost of the frozen north. “The world can die each year with my Persephone.”

Zeus’ eyes grew bright and I knew he had more to his plan. “Maybe we can save a bit of everything brother.”

“Aidoneus, please- your anger will not save me. Why let all the world suffer?” I leaned in closer to him and whispered “I will be a virgin for you every night now, you know,” I could barely get the words out.

He tightened his grip around my shoulders, whispering against my neck. “That’s quite a sacrifice Persephone.”   Aidoneus’ lip twitched, almost into a smile. I knew I had him then. “Do you have a favor you would like to ask me for brother?”

Zeus grinned and it was almost a feral snarl. “Let Persephone stay here until she dies each year. She will then live in your realm for six months. One month for each seed she ate. Apollo can give her a gentle potion each year, so that she will not suffer a painful death. Of course you are always welcome here as well. You get everything you want, and Persephone will not die a slow, agonizing death every year. As for the mortals, well they did not ask for this, it is not their fault, that Persephone loves them so.”

“You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t prevent it, Zeus?” My mother’s shrill demands made me smile now that I had some hope that Aidoneus would forgive me for this first act against his wishes. “And surely the great god Hades will not allow himself to be manipulated so?”

“I am agreeable to this, if you are Demeter. Consider what your daughter will do if we don’t go along with this. I’m sure she will be very creative with her annual death, perhaps she will even allow us to watch.”

My mother paled considerably. It was the first time I had felt like she was listening to my wishes. “Fine, if the goose will not see sense, then I agree.”

“Her six months begins now then.” Aidoneus sounded deathly calm. It froze my blood. What had I done? He was much angrier than I had expected. “Say good bye Persephone it is time to die.”

I swallowed heavily. “G-good bye everyone.” I stammered and closed my eyes. How would he do it? He was so angry; he would want me to be punished, wouldn’t he?

But Aidoneus caressed my face, pressed his lips to mine. The world went black and silent. My husband had killed me with a kiss.

 

Oh my... Well no smut in either of these, but can't you just feel it coming? 

Popping my blog cherry- who wants to help ;)?

So I thought that I would start this blog in case anyone is actually interested in hearing about my erotic writing and my journey through the sewers of the net. This blog will be full of smutty goodness, jokes, excerpts and contests for winning FREE BOOKS, mine for now, but maybe someday it will grow up to be a real big blog...


I started this bizarre trip into Indie media by publishing a novella on Smashwords, which is a wicked awesome site that I strongly suggest you visit if you want to shoot your mouth off and need a place to publish the clearly awesome results. But dude, please don't add to the crap, make sure its good. (Now everyone go and check my book out at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/420826 and proceed to mock me.)


This whole thing began with my looking for a different way to publish my books because I really want to maintain creative control over my work and keep the rights to it so that I can make them into really cool subsidiary products. Someday you will be able to buy t-shirts, mugs and all kinds of other junk you don't need but is totally awesome that ties into your favorite works by me. Also I want to create games and animated smut for you guys, as well as audio. Yes, I'm such an overachiever... and so giving. *sniffles*


After a long search, I managed to find Smashwords and I was pretty sure I'd struck gold. So I put on my sexy silkies, bright green eye shadow and gorgeous red lipstick and went to work getting my yummy boys out to you. The result is Slave to the Vampire King, available pretty much everywhere.


"Lucaine, the king of the Vampire Lands has already known the identity of his consort for more than fifteen years, although the boy has never been told or prepared in anyway. Young Prince Valane has just turned eighteen and is already emotionally broken to a dangerous extent. He has been tortured and neglected all of his short life by his own father, High King Jain. As the 'spare' Valane is the one punished whenever his brother displeases their father and liege, and now High King Jain is poised to both rid himself of the son he could never love and cement his alliance with the vampires. But Lucaine has other ideas for the enchanting- and much more powerful than expected- young man.
Valane has little care for himself. He merely waits for the day his suffering ends, likely at the hands of his father's top henchman- his own brother Crown Prince Vitar. But on the evening of his eighteenth birthday, he finds himself the property of the Vampire King Lucaine and all sorts of wonderful things begin to happen. He is given a safe haven in which to learn the arcane arts and to relearn how to be human, he finds out his brother is not the purely evil man he imagines and that his new master is seriously gorgeous. But what will this new life and the hope that comes with it cost him in the end?
Slave to the Vampire King is the first entry in a new series by first time author Desmerelda that combines fantasy, romance, erotica and horror"


 Slave to the Vampire King is an experiment, I wanted to see how well received my work would be before quitting my job. It's the first volume in a Serial, not to be confused with Serious, which means that there will be a Vol. 2 and 3, each named Heir to the Vampire King and Ascent to the Throne, respectively. Of course I reserve the right to change those if something cooler occurs to me.


Volumes 2&3 could take a while to get out though, because I m sending these guys off to you as soon as I am done editing and cleaning them up. (they're very dirty) But in the meantime look for my upcoming novel Demonadine.
Now about that FREE BOOK. The first five people to comment on my post here will get a free copy of Slave to the Vampire King, a m/m vampire/fantasy if they have a way to let me send them a code.