IN A DREAM BEYOND...

Thursday Melodies!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 11:54:00 +0000

Happy Thursday!

I discovered this song by accident the other night :) It was great inspiration for my WIP. Enjoy!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 15:53:00 +0000

The prompts for this week were truly fantastic but due to time restraints I started a story but wasn't able to finish it. I really, really, wanted to use the Doctor Who prompt...but alas...
Anyhow, here are the prompts, now go and read what those awesome authors have done:

"Love is like basketball because...."
or
Doctor Who, banana, Elvis Presley (for extra points, work in the word Daleks)
or
"Burn, baby, burn...."
or
litigation, sandwich, auto-erotic asphyxiation
or
"It's time to make the doughnuts..."

Nephylim m/m
RC Donitz m/f
Sara York m/m
Scarlett Knight m/f
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Monday Heat!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 06:50:00 +0000

Happy Monday everyone!

Last week was quite stressful for me and I missed a few blog posts, barely went on any social networks and was unable to finish my WIP. *sigh* However, I refuse to back down! I'll try to post more this week and even if I don't finish my WIP I will try to get another chapter done (or at least a rough draft).

Anyhow, today's hottie is not real. Yep, you've read right. I have developed a crush on a fictional cartoon character: Flynn Ryder a.k.a. Eugene Fitzherbert the "prince" in Disney's film "Tangled". This particular film has become one of my favorites, it's a great story in all senses and has that magical feeling that some Disney films were lacking of late. And yes, in case you're wondering, I am 27 years old and I still watch Disney films and I love them!

Anyhow, about Flynn: He's around 26 years old, cute, funny, kind hearted and he has "the smolder". ;-) Oh and I love the way his hair falls over his eyes.

They say his character was based on David Beckham and Erol Flynn.

"The smolder"

Monday Heat!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 07:45:00 +0000

Greetings and happy Monday everyone! Oscar's were last night but due to time differences I don't know the winners, yet!

Anyhow, Monday Heat hottie for today is Gerard Butler! I was browsing for a new avatar image for my Facebook and encountered this lovely image:

And then I realized it was from this miniseries I once watched called Attila. The series was not very good...but he most definitely was worth watching.

Now, famous after his roles in films such as "The Phantom of the Opera" , "300" or "The Ugly Truth" the widely acclaimed 42 year old Scottish actor is currently filming films such as "Movie 43" or "Of Men and Mavericks".

Enjoy!

Six Sentence Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 06:55:00 +0000

Happy Sunday fellow readers! I'm still afraid of saying it too loud, but it seems my lovely muse has decided to come back! *Happy dance* Today's Six Sentences belong to the latest chapter in my WIP.

Melassar gasped for air as Wybert’s heavy weight pinned him down. Slightly lifting himself off his body, Wybert looked down at him. “We could go on endlessly. You could hurt me as badly as I could hurt you. I might be bulky, but you’re fast and you’ve got a strong hand. You’ve got a system but I have bulk and neither of us is here to fight.”

If they're not there to fight then what are they there for? Hehehe *laughs mischievously* Hope you enjoyed this snippet! As always, don't forget to visit the rest of the gang at www.sixsunday.com

Thursday Melodies!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 00:44:00 +0000

I've been singing this for the past two days... can't help myself. It's a sweet song and I particularly love the beginning of the lyrics...In the end, we're all strange, right? :)

Wednesday Brief! Your Hump day dose of flash fiction!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 07:02:00 +0000

Greetings everyone!

Half the week is over! Wohoo! and that means, two things: One, we're closer to the weekend and two, it's time for some flash fiction fun!

This week's prompts were:

"...the trial cannot proceed" or

lily, dust pan, sugar coated or

a close encounter of the (fill in the blank) kind or

Parthenon, virile, slander or

"The purple-headed monster reared its angry head."

I picked prompt number one and came up with a weird story (kind of quick and hot at the end too ;-))

Enjoy! And as always, the links to some more great flashes are at the bottom.

The Witch's Trial

“The trial cannot proceed.”

Bertha’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He should not be here. He could not be here. Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was here.

Theobald stood in the center of the plaza, his arms outstretched and his sandaled feet firmly planted on the ground. He wore his warrior attire- the one that spiked her desire for him every time. Even now, as she stood bound to a pole, wood and hay piled at her feet; she could not help eying him with more than an approving eye.

She loved the way the leather fitted his body, molding to every one of his muscles and showing off his toned arms and thighs. Goddess! But she did love all that skin over her. She forced herself to look away. Why was he here? She had specifically forbidden him to come.
Looking away was one thing, but she could not turn off her ears from Theobald’s booming voice and the crowd’s growing protest at the interruption of the spectacle.

“She is a witch!” the governor screamed. “You are under her spell.”

“She is no such thing and I shall prove it,” Theobald countered.

Prove it? She wondered vaguely. The town had decided that she was a witch and no one would be able to stop her from burning. The crowd needed its dose of entertainment or it’d grow unruly under the governor’s fraudulent rule.

“That is impossible.”

“There is a way.”

Bertha watched wide eye as Theobald drew the governor and a few of the minister towards him, producing a book seemingly out of nowhere he seemed to be pointing to a certain passage. The men argued loudly but their voices were swept away by the crowd’s infuriating catcalls. Finally, the governor shrugged and took a step back.

“Release the witch and take her to the town house.”

Theobald gave her a shaky smile and she shook her head, uncomprehending as two armed soldiers released her bound arms and feet. Unable to stand on her feet, the soldiers began dragging her until Theobald took her into the shelter of his arms.

“Theo?”

“Shush, precious, I’ll make it all better.”

He carried her to the townhouse, the ministers following close behind and the governor leading the strange procession.

Theo set her down in the center of the hall and the men quickly circled around them.

“Theo?” She gasped as he began to strip off his garments oblivious to the men milling around them, waiting.

What was he doing? Why was he taking off his clothes and why did her body always have to react to him as it did? Her body flushed from the moment she saw him, but now her pussy creamed and her nipples strained against her flimsy gown.

“See now, gentlemen? Do you think a witch would react to a mortal man the way Bertha is doing? Her nipples are erect, her breath shallow and I am most certain her pussy is wet.”

Bertha looked away, mortified. What was Theo playing at, exposing her in this way? Was this his way of saving her? Embarrassing her?

“And yet, she remains on the floor, her cheeks red in unending embarrassment at her predicament. I dare say your witch would rather be burning at the stake now then being here. Am I right, Bertha?”

She nodded slowly, tears prickling at the back of her eyes. Why this cruelty?

“A witch would be screaming, trying to convince you of her innocence,” Theo said while kneeling next to her. “Instead, this woman is silently praying to the goddess that she take her soon and fast.”

“She has,” he said, prying her legs open with a hard knee and sliding his fingers over her slick mound, “accepted her fate.”

A tear rolled down her cheek as Theo introduced a finger inside and she lifted her hips, the sensation of his hands on her and her predicament overwhelming her. As he placed another digit inside, she locked eyes with him and was surprised to see a fire burning in his eyes.

“I however, have not.” She cried out as Theo lifted his hands from beneath her gown, palms stretched upwards. Alarmed, the men surrounding them tried to move, but froze in place. The governor opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. His face turned white, his body rigid. Bertha looked all around her, one by one, the men turned to stone.

“Theo?”

“I’m sorry, love, but I cannot wait anymore. I need you.”

Bertha stifled a surprised moan as Theo pulled her hips towards him and plunged his cock into her. She held on to his shoulders as he furiously rutted into her. She entwined her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. Her quiet sighs filled the large chamber, only silenced every time Theo kissed her. His fingers pinched her nipples and she raised her hips welcoming the punishing pounding of his hips against her clit in her search for release.

“Bertha.” He cried out, his fingers grazing her clit clumsily yet triggering her pleasure next to his.

They lay entwined and silent for a moment, before Theo softly kissed her lips.

“I’m sorry they confused you for the witch, love,” he whispered into the crook of her neck.

Bertha smiled. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my warrior warlock because I told you to stay away, that I could handle this—“

Theo silenced her with a kiss. “I’ll always come for you, always, my love” he said vehemently. “But for now, let’s get out of here, that spell isn’t going to last forever.”

Kissing passionately, Bertha felt her body dissolve into Theo’s while they traveled into another place and another time where they could freely practice their magic.

More Flash? Read on ahead:

Sara York m/m
Scarlett Knight m/f
Nephylim m/m
Eden Connor m/f
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m
MC Houle m/m

Monday Heat...Oscar Special!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 07:16:00 +0000

Monday Heat is back! And what better way to celebrate than to present this year's troupe of handsome actor in a leading role nominees.

George Clooney for his role in "The Descendants"

Brad Pitt for his role in "Moneyball"

Jean Dujardin for "The Artist"

Demián Bichir for "A Better Life"

Gary Oldman for "Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy"

Acting wise, I have not seen Dujardin or Bichir... so I can't judge...but the other 3 are superb. I specially admit having a weak spot for Gary Oldman.
Physically... well, Brad Pitt is looking better every day! Gary Oldman is looking older, but his appearance in "The Scarlett Letter" or "Dracula" is one hard to forget... and as for George Clooney, well, I've never been a fan of his physic but his voice and his manner of speech is hypnotizing.

Six Sentence Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Sun, 19 Feb 2012 11:46:00 +0000

Greetings everyone!

I was a bit doubtful as to what Six Sentences to pick today... from my WIP? from another novel? I finally decided to do a sort of mix. These Six Sentences belong to my Evernight novel "The Mercenary Knight" and they describe my WIP's main character: Wybert. Enjoy!

Even though he stooped over her, Wybert was incredibly tall. She couldn’t tell for sure from her position, but she guessed that he was probably the largest of the men. He wore tight leather breaches that hugged his muscled legs and a brown vest over a green chemise that barely held his buff arms in check. Hanging at his side he had an equally powerful weapon, a cutlass. His hair was short and curly, closely hugging his scalp. His nose was a bit flat and had a slight bump towards the middle, probably from previous battles.

Remember to visit the rest of the Sentences: http://sixsunday.com/

Thursday Melody!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 12:40:00 +0000

I'm still getting up to date with stuff but I've started toying with the idea of spicing up this blog a bit more...hummm...we shall see. Meanwhile..."Girls just wanna have fun" ;-)

and the winner is...

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 22:34:00 +0000

The winner of a $5 Amazon.com Gift card for commenting on my Valentine's Day Blog Hop post is...

MBOURN

CONGRATULATIONS!

Thank you everyone for participating!

Wednesday Brief! Your Hump day dose of flash fiction!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 23:38:00 +0000

Greetings friends and welcome once more to Wednesday Briefs! Your Hump Day dose of flash fiction. After several weeks away I finally finished my exams this past Monday! Hurray! Now to wait for the grades to come in...but that's another story.

There were several prompts to chose from this week and though I knew which one I wanted to use, I couldn't come up with a good story. I was about to give up when my chocolate craving brought on a little inspiration for this short piece. I found the picture much later... but it made me all the hungrier. Enjoy!

Fancy more Briefs? The link to the rest of the flasher's are down at the bottom.

Chocolate Delight

Dawn sauntered into the kitchen, a small smile playing at her lips.

“Chocolate!” she shrieked. She pushed him out of the way and dipped her fingers into the bowl. “I have no self control where chocolate is concerned.”

Jayden frowned. He followed Dawn’s fingers as she dipped them into the chocolate sauce again. He swallowed hard, the sight of her chocolate covered fingers disappearing into her warm mouth causing other parts of his body to come alive.

“Dawn, that’s part of the dessert. Quit it.”

Her reply was a breathy sigh as she ravenously licked her index finger. He caught a glimpse of her pink tongue, swirling over the top and his heart beat accelerated. The vision of Dawn’s mouth over his cock assaulted him.

She reached towards the bowl again and he instinctively moved to stand before it.

“Don’t,” he warned.

Her large grey eyes looked up at him in surprise. “It’s just a bit, Jayden—“ She tried to shift past him, but he followed in her steps, impeding her access to the bowl. He grinned as she stepped back and huffed in frustration.

A playful glint invaded her eyes and she stepped into his embrace. Surprised he placed his hands on her waist, trying to push her away from his growing erection. He grabbed one of her wrists but she aptly snaked the other around him. With a victorious laugh, she dipped her fingers into the molten cocoa pot.

His breathing grew shallow to his own ears as she eagerly lapped up the dripping chocolate. Images of that mouth lapping at his balls caused his cock to stir in his pants. He tightened his hold on her wrist, the urge to tug her to him and claim her mouth, strong.

“You can let go of me, now.” Jayden opened eyes he did not know he had closed. “I promise I won’t take anymore.”

“You promise but you’re eyeing the bowl like a cat stares at his cream.”

He wanted to bite back his words as soon as he’d said them. Pussy cat…cream. His eyes roved over her body, landing on the jean clad triangle between her legs. Jayden licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry. He was the hungry cat, the hungry feline dying to dip his tongue into her sweet nectar.

Her laughter made him look up again. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. She’d taken advantage of his distraction and was dipping a finger into the gooey liquid. A drop of the lush substance fell on her cleavage. She laughed but didn’t bother to clean it off, to intent on saving what was left on her finger. His hand shot out. Unthinking of the consequences he brought her finger to his lips. She didn’t resist as his tongue snaked out and tasted the rich material.

“Hey—“

Her protest was soft, more a sound of surprise than a real demand that he stop. She tugged slightly back, but he was mindless of her reluctance. His tongue swivelled over the pad of her finger, tasting, nibbling, claiming.

“Jayden—“

It was a warning. Of what he wasn’t sure nor did he care. He wrapped his free hand around her waist and brought her closer. He heard her gasp but the scent of chocolate mingled with her vanilla perfume, was intoxicating him.

He gazed at her face. Their eyes met, both searching for an answer to the unexpected situation. She lowered her lashes and extracted her hand from his grip. Fear laced his heart. Had he screwed up?
Daintily, she took his hand and brought it towards the bowl. Trembling, she pushed his hand int the bowl. Chocolate splattered over the kitchen counter, down his wrist, onto the floor and over her bosom as she brought his hand towards her mouth.

“I want more,” she whispered.

This week Briefer's

Sara York m/m

Nephylim m/m

Scarlett Knight m/f

Victoria Blisse m/f

MC Houle m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/f

Valentine's Blog Hop

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 07:00:00 +0000

Greeting's friends!

I'm afraid this isn't going to be a very long post for I am still finalizing my exam period (just 2 more and 1 project left to finish!) but, I still have a little time to participate in this sweet lovey dovey blog hop and give away a $5 Amazon.com Gift Certificate.

So, what must you do to win this little prize? It's quite simple, just leave a comment with your name and email at the bottom, telling me what it is you like best or worst about Saint Valentine's.

Personally, I'm not much of a fan of the holiday. Love can and should be expressed all year round! Setting up a date for it does not give people an excuse to neglect their significant others throughout the year. However, it is always nice to get a little something on Valentine's just for the fun of it... but it's also nice to recieve gifts any other day of the year!

What are your thoughts?

I'm off to more studying! :(

The contest runs from February 11th to February 14th. I'll announce the winner on February 15th. And of course, don't forget to visit: http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Another 262 different authors are hosting more contests! You could win anything! Keep on hopping and spreading the love.

Cheers,

Elyzabeth M. Valey

STUDY BREAK

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 17:38:00 +0000

Dear friends,

due to my heavy study load I am afraid that blog posts like Monday Heat, Wednesday Briefs, Thursday Melodies or Six Sentence Sunday will be on hiautus until February 13th.

I hate having to do this but I'm up to my neck with study material and I rather stop blogging

for the following two weeks and give you all my attention afterwards, than to only be half present.

Nonetheless, if I have time, I will pop by the Yahoo Romance Loop on Sunday the 29th to say hello. Etopia authors will be chatting, so if you have a chance, stop by for a spell. :)

On Friday, February 10th, I'll post the link to my free erotic short read "Hot, Hard and Dangerous".

Finally, on February 11th, I'll post my Valentine's Day Blog Hop post. The hop lasts until February 14th so there's plenty of time to visit, leave a message and win awesome prizes. (I'll be giving away a $5 Amazon gift certificate *wink, wink*).

The Winner is...

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 17:03:00 +0000

Thank you to everyone that stopped by to visit at Georgia Fox's blog and left a message. Your support means a lot to me :)

The winner of a copy of The Mercenary Knight is:

TERESA K.

I'll get in touch with you via email, asap.

Wednesday Briefs! Your Hump day dose of Flash Fiction :)

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:13:00 +0000

Hey everyone, I'm sorry to say that due to my lovely exams I am unable to participate in today's flash. Nonetheless, don't doubt it and visit the other great flasher's of the week:

Nephylim m/m

Lindsay Klug m/f

Lily Sawyer m/m

Sara York m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Monday Heat!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:33:00 +0000

Happy Monday everyone! January is coming to a close, my exams start next Monday but I haven't forgotten all about today's hottie! His name... David Beckham

Born in England, Beckham is a professional soccer player, model and most recently underwear designer. His designs were created with the idea to be comfortable and for all pockets and they'll be coming out soon in H&M stores.

Enjoy the pics but before I leave you drooling...Today I'm visiting author Georgia Fox's blog with some top secret super fun questions :) I'm also giving away a copy of "The Mercenary Knight" so don't doubt it and hop on by for a visit and a chance to win!

Six Sentence Sunday

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 05:11:00 +0000

I forgot to sign up for last week's Six Sentence Sunday. *Facepalm*
For this past week, my brain has been divided between exams and working on my WIP. My WIP was winning the battle until Thursday afternoon when I realized that my first exam is coming up and I have a lot more to study than what I initially thought.
Nonetheless, today's Six Sentences belong to Wybert's story. Enjoy! and don't forget to visit all the other Six Sentence Authors!

“Good morrow, ladies. This is Wybert.”

The women ceased their activities and turned to inspect him. Wybert raised his hand in greeting and self-consciously shifted his weight on his feet. There was nothing shy or awkward about the way the women were staring at him. Their eager eyes were piercing through his clothes, dissecting every part of his anatomy. He realized with a start that these were the Zshanti’s female pleasure slaves and they were assessing him.

Thursday Melodies

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 22:40:00 +0000

Day's almost over and it's been loooooong! I've been a good girl and I've been studying today but I couldn't help humming this song throughout most of the day.
I'm up to chapter 6 on my current WIP and it seems I'm going to have to pause it until I finish my exams...stupid tests!

Hope everyone is having/had a good Thursday!

Wednesday Briefs! Your Hump day dose of Flash Fiction :)

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:26:00 +0000

Morning everyone!!

I have to admit that today's brief was the beginning of a project which I never ended. Aided by this week's prompts I added a little something here and there and created this sweet tale. I think the story could have had more potential but between my upcoming exams, class, work, and my WIP, this was all I could come up with at the last minute.
Some people would have chosen not to flash- I seriously considered it- but it's almost certain that for the next three weeks I won't be able to add anything, so I was determined to squeeze something in this week yes or yes.

Anyhow, hope you enjoy it and don't forget to visit our other awesome Briefer's (Links at the bottom)!

Today's prompts:

If I'd known you were coming, I'd have.... (fill in the blank)

or the alternate prompts are:

tree, highway, understanding

all we are is dust in the wind

do something involving time travel

V is for Forever

Determination urged her forward. She had to stop the creature from stealing Alice. She approached the river’s bank. A thin fence surrounded it. The child had told her that she was plunged into water every time she met her friend. How? She wondered. She noticed, suddenly, a small hole in the enclosure. It was an absurd thought but she would try it nonetheless. Sticking her hand through the broken fence, she fell, plunging into the cold water.

She took in a lungful of air and coughed, surprised to find herself on dry land. Mary took in her surroundings. She had appeared in a barely lit room. There was barely any furniture, just a stained table and a dirty lamp. She started when the shadow of a man covered the little light there was.

“Can I help you?” His voice was soft and sultry, and disturbingly enough, it was vaguely familiar.

She swallowed hard and recalled the girl placed under her care. “I’ve come to plead for you not to take the girl, sir,” she said in a whisper.

“It is not my intention. I am no thief, nor a monster.”

“Yes, but the girl insists on coming with you.”

“She is still young and does not know what she wants, much like you at her age, Mary.”

Mary took a step back startled at hearing her name.

“Do I know you?” she asked softly, peering into the shadows.

“You did once,” the man replied, taking a step forward.

“David,” she gasped.

It had been years since she’d last laid eyes on the man before her, a man she had loved. She drank in his appearance. He was taller than she recalled, thinner, yet muscled. His black hair was longer, hanging in soft waves below his shoulders and curling over his naked chest. Her eyes swept back to his face. His deep green eyes had always spoken volume to hers. Now, they only sent one message: impenetrable sadness.

“At least, you remember me,” he tried to smile, but the intent failed to reach his eyes. “For many others all we are is dust in the wind.”

“Oh, David. You would never be dust for me.” She took a wavering step toward him. The lamp’s light flickered and that’s when she saw it. Staring bleakly back at her, the large V which had been burnt into his bare chest stood out, now an ugly red scar, a permanent reminder of what he was. Unconsciously, she reached out for him and touched the scarred tissue. David flinched and backed away. Her hand fell to her side, trembling.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Please don’t be. I—“he hesitated. “If I’d have known you were coming, I—“ He moved towards her. Softly, he grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. “I haven’t been touched by anyone in such a long time.”

“David,” she whispered again as she slowly traced the letter across his bare chest. She didn’t notice her tears until the cold pad of his thumb brushed against her cheek. He tilted her head and gazed into her eyes.

“It was a long time ago, Mary.” She nodded numbly. More than ten years ago. It had occurred more than ten years ago, the night they found him and branded the V for vampire onto his chest. Their intent was to kill him but he escaped and vanished from her life, until now. She bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears. With a firm tug, he pulled her into his arms. The flood gates were released and she sobbed onto his chest.

Within a few minutes her tears began to ebb, the firm press of his body against hers awakening a long forgotten heat in her core. As if he had sensed her mood change, his fingers on her waist tightened, bringing her body flush against his. When she raised her eyes, he lowered his gaze. His lips were upon hers in a heartbeat. At one time she had known those lips well, a simple swipe of her tongue in just the right spot could get him to gasp. She licked the corner of his mouth and he groaned. She smiled against his mouth. He nibbled on her lower lip and like years before she opened up for him. His tongue swept inside, hungrily reacquainting itself with hers.She threaded her hands through his hair, desperate to devour him. Her breasts pressed against him. Her nipples tight and ripe, brushed against the cotton of her gown and his firm chest. His masculine hand trailed over her ribs to cup her bosom. He thumbed her puckered bud and a thousand stars danced before her eyes, mingling with the memory of countless nights by his side, sharing their passion until the sun began to rise. He would not take her blood, fear of condemning her holding him back. She cared nothing for perdition. Damnation was to be away from him for so long. Hell was to fall asleep dreaming of him and to spend every waking hour painfully aware that he was gone.

“You will drink from me,” she stated.

“Mary—“

“I rather be condemned at your side than to live alone for the rest of my days.”

“Your human life, the girl—“

“Will continue without me but I won’t continue without you.”

David gazed into her eyes. She smiled at him, seeing a spark of hope dancing at the back of his dark pupils. He entwined his hands with hers. “Nor I without you, Mary. You make me feel alive, like there is still a world out there to be discovered.”

“There is and we will discover it, together.”

“Forever,” David whispered, leaning over to claim her into an embrace that would last long after the sun rose.

Awesome Briefer's

Monday Heat!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:56:00 +0000

Happy Monday everyone!!

How is everyone doing today? Weather in Spain is rainy, cold and grey so it's being a difficult day. However, I hope today's Monday Heat Hottie will make your day a little brighter.
Today, I'm introducing German hottie: Michael Fassbender

The 34 year old actor is known for films such as: Inglorious Basterds; X-Men:First Class, the recently released Jane Eyre or Shame. For playing sex-addict, Brandon, Fassbender was nominated for several awards such as the Golden Globe Award or the Chicago Film Critics Association.

Enjoy!

Wednesday Briefs! Your Hump day dose of Flash Fiction :)

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 10:27:00 +0000

Good morning everyone! I’m running a little late today but here I am with a new and exciting look and name for the Weekly Flash Fiction fun.

We are now called “Wednesday Briefs” and the cool badge below is courtesy of Victoria Blisse’s husband, Kevin Mitnik.

Why the change? Well, there was a bit of change with Silver Flash and unfortunately, we are no longer allowed to use the name and badge. But it’s a new year and new beginnings are always cool and exciting and since we’re starting anew my goal for these new doses of flash fiction is to write flash fiction. What I mean is, strictly stick to the 1000 words and not make chapters. As a goal, I have decided that a story can have a maximum of two “chapters”.

Let’s see how that works, hehehe. Anyhow, our last prompts were the following:

From the lovely Reese Dante: It's not like that.

Alternate prompts were:

rat, bedtime, Neanderthal

"In for a penny, in for a pound"

or use your favorite song title in your flash somewhere.

Here’s my little short of the week. Have a great day! And visit our other Briefer’s (links at the bottom).

Erica's Last Study Session

Erica stared at the prehistoric drawings of her textbook. She loved history but she hated the Neanderthals and their time period. She stifled a yawn. She was way past her usual bedtime but tomorrow was her big history exam, the one that would put an end to her second year at college experience. She wished she could say they had been two wild out of the box years, but the truth was that she was a book worm, or a library rat, a rata de biblioteca she’d learn to say in her Spanish class.
Sure, she’d learned all there was too learn and more but there had been no great romances, no crazed parties, She’d gone on a few dates but they hadn’t ended well. And now, here she was, studying her brains out on a Saturday night at the library. Thank goodness, it opened up all night although she was close to collapsing. Perhaps, if she closed her eyes for just a few minutes… With a sigh, Erica rested her head on her hands. Her eyes drifted close, her breathing became heavy….
She awoke with a start and with the uneasy feeling that someone was watching her. She looked around her; a little embarrassed that someone had spotted her sleeping. As her gaze roamed over the library, her eyes found Colin’s, her long time crush. He grinned at her. She quickly looked away, her stomach quivering with nerves. She felt the back of her hands become sweaty and her cheeks burn. Yep, he’d seen her sleeping all right. She stared blankly at her textbook, trying hard to focus, but the image of Colin’s bright blue eyes and cheeky smile was all she could envision.
She was so concentrated on her thoughts that she didn’t sense the presence that sidled onto the chair beside her, until a warm hand gripped her shoulder gently. She jumped in her chair.
“Hey, sorry,” Colin whispered. His voice was a balmy whisper that made her insides churn. “I didn’t mean to startle you, Erica.”
He knew her name? She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.
“I was watching you and I noticed you haven’t turned that page for the past half hour,” he chuckled nervously. Erica openly gaped at him. He was watching her? God, he’d seen her sleeping. She was mortified. “You studying for the history exam?”
She nodded. Where was her ability to speak?
“Yeah, it’s dull as hell. Maybe you’d like to step outside with me for a break? W e could have a coffee or something,” he shrugged.
Erica nodded. She cleared her voice trying to force some coherent words out. “Sure, um, that’d be nice. I definitely need a break.”
Colin grinned and cocked his head toward the door, inviting her to follow him. She closed her book and picked up her purse, walking after him. A few meters away from the library a small lounge complete with coffee and snack machine had been set up for students to take a rest from their study sessions. At this late hour, it was empty.
“Let me buy you that coffee,” Colin offered when Erica was struggling to pull out her coin purse, her hands trembling from nerves.
“Thanks.”
Colin bought a coffee for both of them and took them to one of the worn out couches. Erica sat down and he settled next to her. Unsure of what to do with her hands, she took the coffee from the table, trying to will away the warmth that emanated from Colin’s body. He moved and his knee bumped against her leg. Hastily, she took a gulp of her drink. She yelped as the hot liquid burned the room of her mouth and the back of her throat. Colin’s blue eyes widened as she began to cough and splutter, tears gathering in her eyes. He swiftly took her coffee and set it back down on the table. His fingers brushed against hers and she coughed harder, trying to hide the sudden urge to giggle at the brisk touch.
“Erica, all you all right? Can I get you anything?” He gently patted her back and she swallowed, trying to calm herself.
“I’m all right, she said between gasps. “The coffee was too hot. I burnt my mouth,” she mumbled.
Colin leaned towards her. Erica remained still, she parted her lips, her breathe catching in her throat.
“Your lips seem to be ok,” Colin whispered while one of his fingers brushed against them. Erica jumped at the sudden touch. Colin looked up at her, concern and longing mingling in his blue orbs.
“I didn’t burn my lips, I burnt my mouth,” she muttered.
His response was to lean in and kiss her. Erica’s heart fluttered against her chest. Surely, she was still dreaming? Her thought vanished when Colin nibbled on her lower lip. She gasped at the sensation that coursed through her body and he took the opportunity to claim her mouth. His tongue swiped inside, slowly licking its way inside and mingling with her tongue. She moaned softly and Colin deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue. Suddenly, he pulled back.
“Does it hurt?”
Erica shook her head.
“I’m trying to cure the sore spots,” he explained, smiling, while leaning in again to envelope her mouth in a hot kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, gathering her into his arms. She gladly melded into his embrace. His hand caressed her bare knee, the slight touch creating a craving need inside her. She had barely entwined her fingers in his dark locks when he pulled back.
“Erica?” He cupped her chin, and gazed into her eyes.
“Yes?” she whispered.
“I see you again? Maybe several other study sessions accompanied by dinners, lunches, movies, drinks…?”
Erica smiled. “I’d love that.” It seemed her College years had just perked up.

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Winner of Goddess Fish Party Pavilion The Uncertain List Giveaway

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 22:46:00 +0000

The Winner of a copy of my novel "The Uncertain List" is...

Debby!

I'll get in touch with you by email to send you your prize.

Thanks to everyone who commented. I really appreciate it :) Hope you're all having an excellent Monday!

Monday Heat!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 07:12:00 +0000

Morning everyone! I'm back to class today and not looking forward to it...but I'm sure today's hottie will help: Taylor Kitsch.

Today's babe was suggested by Scarlet Knight and when I Googled the name I did indeed wonder how I could have missed from including him before. Taylor is a 30 year old actor, native from Canada and has participated in films such as Wolverine (that's where I first spotted him), The Covenant or John Carter (which is set for release Spring this year).

Let's hope we get to see more of him...

First Six Sentence Sunday of the year!

noreply@blogger.com (Elyzabeth M. VaLey) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 06:01:00 +0000

Happy Sunday! I haven't participated in Six Sentence Sunday for quite a while- not sure why- I'm guessing all the classwork got in the way.

Nonetheless, I just started a new WIP and I'm super excited. It's the story of Wybert, companion of Conrad from The Mercenary Knight. When I wrote that novel I had no intention of making a book 2, or continuing the tale of the other mercenaries...but a few weeks ago their stories just came to me, so of course, I gave in to their demands and began writing Wybert's tale. Grigorii will just have to wait a bit.

Funny thing is that I had something plotted for Wybert but as I wrote he decided to stray from the given path and now... well, things are turning out quite differently from what I expected!

Anyhow, my Six Sentence Sunday of today belong to this new WIP. Hope you enjoy! And as always, don't forget to visit the other participants.

She lifted her gaze to stare at Wybert. Slowly, she allowed her robe to slide past her shoulders, slither down her arms, and slip over her waist to finally pool on the floor at her feet. The woman stood still, her pale white skin gleaming under the bright light of the fire and candles. Melassar grabbed her braid and tugged, forcing her head to the side. His lips collided against hers in a forceful kiss. His tongue entwined with hers, devouring every inch of her delectable mouth.

By the way, I'm blogging at Goddess Fish today and giving away a copy of The Uncertain List, so if you have a chance stop by and comment.