2016 was a busy year that included a number of positive events in my life.
Most importantly, a serious health condition that has dogged me for much of my adult life has been resolved. I’m getting healthier by the day and that spark (which had been fading the last few years) has returned. I’m grateful to be alive.
My new lease on life motivated me to take a trip this past summer to a magical place featured in many of my favorite stories – ROMANIA. Even better, the trip was hosted by Dacre Stoker, the great-grandnephew of Dracula author Bram Stoker.
As my husband and I visited Romanian villages and hiked the Carpathian Mountains, I realized our trip was not only to another place, but another time. I absorbed as many sights, sounds, and smells as I could, and hopefully I’ll be able to reproduce some of those experiences in my next novel.
Another significant life event was a change in my day job, which now brings me more satisfaction and will allow me more time – and energy – for writing. In addition, for the first time I can truly see retirement on the not-too-distant horizon.
My dream of writing full-time is now a little closer.
As for my writing itself . . .
* “Saving Magic”, a young adult fantasy from my Forbidden Doorways series, will be released this spring. “Magic” was originally written for the Fresno Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers Woadsbury anthology. Unfortunately, the anthology never saw publication.
* “The Games Monsters Play”, a novelette of The Chosen, was published September 2016 and is now available on Amazon in both print and ebook formats.
“Games” is an expanded version of the story that first appeared in 2013’s “High Stakes: A Vampire Anthology”, edited by Gabrielle Faust and published by Evil Jester Press. The story follows a minor character from Watcher and introduces a major character from Runner.
* “Runner: Book II of The Chosen”, after more revisions than I can count, is finally with my editor. I will not promise a publishing date (because that seems to be a promise I’ve been unable to keep so far), but I’m going to do everything I can to get it published this year.
* “Seeker: Book III of The Chosen” is in development. All I can say about it is that my trip to Romania last summer has provided me wonderful backdrop material for Sunny’s continuing journey.
That’s it for now. It’s great to be back in the game.
Wow – I am so jazzed!
“The Games Monsters Play” – a short story I wrote from the Watcher world – has been selected to appear in the upcoming vampire anthology, High Stakes!
Here’s an excerpt from the High Stakes website describing the anthology:
“Welcome to the dark and demented world of High Stakes vampires where every game is a gamble for one’s life! This devious new anthology from Evil Jester Press promises to deliver ten fascinating new vampire tales which play upon the theme of “games”. And, as we well know, vampires are so very good with toying with their food before dining! Edited by the internationally acclaimed vampire novelist Gabrielle Faust, author of the Eternal Vigilance vampire series and most recently the ground-breaking dark fantasy adventure Revenge, High Stakes will also include an introduction by Dacre Stoker, the great grandnephew of Bram Stoker and author of the sequel to Dracula, Dracula: Undead. In addition, this anthology will open with an original poem by the Bram Stoker Award-winning poetess Linda Addison! And this is just the beginning. Set to be released in January of 2013, over the next few months this website will evolve with breaking news about the selected authors and more! We hope you enjoy High Stakes and immerse yourself in the elegant, twisted and blood-drenched world of vampires.”
The other authors selected so far are:
I couldn’t have done this without my friends and colleagues who beta read and helped me polish this story. Many thanks go to Joshua Essoe, Eric Guignard, Darryl Miller, and Ian Vawter for their feedback and suggestions.
Sounds kinda gross, huh?
Well, for those who like their fiction fanged, or dark, or maybe even horrifying, today and tomorrow is the Bloody Hearts Blog Hop, sponsored by Vamplit Publishing. This is your chance to discover new authors of dark fantasy and horror by visiting blogs participating in the hop. Most of the blogs are offering free books and other goodies. I encourage you to visit the blog hop site and check out all the cool happenings.
Visitors to my blog during the Hop (Feb 13-14) who answer the question below in a comment will each receive an e-book copy of The Last Trace.
In addition, all commenters will be entered into a random drawing for a free e-book copy of Watcher: Book I of The Chosen.
But before I reveal the question you must answer to receive a copy of The Last Trace, here’s a little bit about me in case this is the first time you’ve visited my blog:
I write fantasy and horror for middle grade, young adult, and adult readers. Most of my stories center around the paranormal, with worlds inhabited by vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves, and other creatures of their ilk.
My published works at this time are, with one exception, all adult fiction.
Watcher: Book I of The Chosen, is the first novel in a trilogy about Sunny Martin and her struggle to find her place in the world after she’s drained of her blood and awakens as an undead, forcing her to abandon her teenage daughter. In Watcher, Sunny’s search leads her to Colorado where she meets Nicolas, the enigmatic leader of a secret society, and discovers something she thought impossible in her new life – love. But it comes with a high price, and a choice she’s terrified to make.
Watcher is available in both paperback and e-book, and one e-book copy will be given away in a random drawing as part of this blog hop.
Runner: Book II of The Chosen, is scheduled to be released in late Spring 2012.
The Last Trace is a novella of The Chosen and tells the story of Trace Pierre Tasman, an 1800s mountain man stalked by a blood-drinking ‘she-demon’. His story continues in Without a Trace, scheduled for release in Fall 2012. The Last Trace is available as an e-book, and will be available in paperback in March – oh, and it’s the free e-book you’ll receive when you answer the question at the bottom of this post!
The Seduction and The Monster’s Growl are the first two tales in the Monsters in the Machines short story collection and are available as e-books. The third story in the collection, Hellbound Train, will be available in Summer 2012.
My young adult series, Forbidden Doorways, is currently in development. The first novel, Finding the Key, will be available in 2013. A short story from the series, Fur Before Feathers, tells the tale of a young shapeshifter learning to shift, and can be found in the 2010 anthology, I Dreamed a Crooked Dream.
More information on my works, as well as excerpts, can be found on my website, www.rohmorgon.com, and at Dark Dreams Publishing. And if you want to know a little bit more about me, you can check out my writer’s bio!
Now, for the question I’ve been promising you:
Who is your favorite vampire in literature or film (or both!)?
Include your answer in a comment, as well as your preferred e-book format (Kindle, Nook, etc) and I’ll send you an e-book copy of The Last Trace.
And as I mentioned before, everyone who leaves a comment will be entered into a drawing for a free e-book copy of Watcher: Book I of The Chosen.
Thanks for stopping by my blog, and be sure to check out some of the other bloggers participating in the Bloody Hearts Blog Hop.
Oh, and Happy Valentine’s Day!
Today is Saturday!
Today’s the day of the *Snowfest* Blogfest participant drawing for a copy of Watcher: Book I of The Chosen. Inclusion in the drawing required the entrant to post a snowy scene or story on their blog.
We ended up with nine entrants (go figure – what is it with the nines?).
I used a really cool tool from RANDOM.ORG to randomly select a winner.
And the winner is…
His entry is titled…wait for it…
(Rob just reminded me of this)
Can you believe it! I’m telling you, nine is so closely woven into anything having to do with Watcher that it’s downright spooky sometimes.
Oh, and I guess I should also mention the fact that Rob’s Ninth Circle just happens to be a vampire story.
It gets weirder and weirder all the time.
This will definitely go into the Watcher Weirdness archive (yes, there is such an archive, ‘cuz there is a lot of really strange things that have happened since this story took over my life).
Anyhow, congratulations, Rob!
Once again, thank you, everyone, for participating in the *Snowfest* Blogfest!
Which, by the way, was held on a nine-day. Would you expect anything else?
The Seduction is the second ‘short-short’ paranormal tale from my Monsters in the Machines collection. It’s 1500 words (about 7 pages) and includes an excerpt from Watcher.
The cover is by fellow writer Jeff Ambrose and me (thanks, Jeff!)
The first time Erica saw the black, low-slung sports car, she felt shock at its sensual pull deep within her soul.
But when she began to succumb to its whispered promises, she didn’t suspect that she might be losing more than her mind.
The Seduction is available for free in multiple ebook formats from Smashwords.
And I’ll repeat: this is not a true story. No way. Uh-uh.
Well…maybe just a little bit.
My first short story was just published!
I owe a big thanks to my hubby and to fellow writer Jeff Ambrose for their help with the cover.
The Monster’s Growl
Another boring night at the small-town bar turns interesting for Carly and her friends when a mysterious biker puts his quarter on their pool table.
This paranormal tale is a ‘short-short’ story from my Monsters in the Machines collection. The ebook includes the Prologue and Chapter 1 from Watcher: Book I of The Chosen.
The Monster’s Growl is available from Smashwords as a free download in most ebook formats.
Check it out.
Well, what do you think?
Does it intrigue you?
Does it make you want to read the back cover to see what the story is about?
Should I put a tagline on the cover, or do the image and the title tell you enough?
Be honest – an artist I’m not, so I appreciate any comment you might have to improve the cover and make it more sellable.
I’ll have another one for you next week (don’t worry – it won’t be black like the last two!)
A couple of days ago, I was bemoaning all of the PR work I find myself continually doing.
And then the results started rolling in.
1) Today I’m featured on a blog!
The blogfest was hosted by the lovely Amy Jarecki. She’s the author of the just-released novel Koicto, a historical fantasy centered around a young Native American struggling to save his tribe from extinction. It looks awesome (I just received a copy and am starting it next week) and it has the most gorgeous cover. Check it out:
Anyhow, for being a winner in her blogfest, Amy interviewed me on her blog. So if you want to find out some juicy stuff you can use against me later, go check it out!
2) Open Mic Night Readings
The FSFW Open Mic Night is alive and kicking. Rob Lopez, FSFW member, has arranged with Clovis Book Barn to host our event. I, along with other FSFWers, will be doing readings this Friday, December 9, from 6:30 – 8:00pm. If you live in the area, please join us!
3) Book Signing at Dark Delicacies
Yeah, you read that right. This Sunday December 11, I’m joining five other authors to do signings at the famed Dark Delicacies in Burbank. Dark Delicacies not only specializes in books, gifts, and collectibles in the dark fantasy and horror genres, they also regularly host big-name authors and members of the film industry. I’m super jazzed to be signing alongside Gabrielle Faust, V.M.K. Fewing, Rebekah Weatherspoon, P.S. Gifford, and Colette Freedman.
4) Book Signing at Clovis Book Barn
Saturday, December 17 at 1:00pm, I’ll be joining other FSFW writers at the Clovis Book Barn in celebration of our First Annual Bookfest. We’re doing all sorts of stuff to celebrate books – signings, readings, raffles, etc. If you live in the area, come join us in the fun and maybe even win a signed book or two by the FSFW writers.
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Well, that’s it for now – I’m worn out from just typing all of this!
So go check out my interview on Amy’s blog. There will be a test on Monday
I just happen to be working on a novella set within The Chosen world titled The Last Trace. This story introduces readers to the half-Cree Taz, a key character from Runner: Book II of The Chosen.
In honor of Amy’s blogfest and the release of Koicto, here’s a short excerpt:
Trace Pierre Tasman stopped and knelt in the middle of the narrow trail. Even in the fading light of dusk, the deer’s track stood out in sharp contrast to the blurry, older prints scattered along the tree-lined path. He fingered the track’s sharp edges, noting the damp soil in the deepest part of the print.
He slowly stood, nocked an arrow, and drew back the bowstring. His moccasined feet stepped carefully, quietly.
A twig snapped up ahead and Trace stopped, becoming as still as the boulder next to the path. He took a deep breath and stretched the bowstring a little tighter and waited. A six-point buck walked out of the trees and stood at the edge of the trail not thirty feet ahead. Trace released the arrow along with his breath, and the feathered shaft hissed through the air to sink into the deer’s side just behind the shoulder.
The deer coughed and leapt forward, then bounded up the trail. Trace hung back, watching the white flag of the animal’s tail until it disappeared over a small rise. He broke into a quiet jog, slowing as he topped the hill. The buck was down, about sixty feet ahead. The arrow shuddered in rhythm with his shallow breaths.
Trace padded up to the deer. As the animal tried to lift his antlered head, Trace pulled his knife from its buckskin sheath, knelt, and slit the tawny throat.
He whispered a prayer of thanks in his mother’s Cree tongue, keeping his hand on the animal as it died.
With a glance at the darkening sky, Trace stood and tied back his long black hair. He shoved his buckskin shirtsleeves up along his forearms, bent to the fallen deer, and picked up his knife. Within minutes, he’d gutted and cleaned the carcass. He stood and wiped off his blade with a handful of dried grasses, then looked up.
A white woman stood a little ways from him up the trail. He noted her ragged skirts, threadbare overcoat, and matted ash-blond hair. But most of all he noted her blue eyes staring at him with the predatory focus of a mountain lion.
As red flashed within their depths, alarm rippled through his gut.
Machaya, he thought. Demon.
Trace fought the panic rising in his throat and tightened his grip on the knife.
The woman moved. Fast.
When she hit him, it was as though he’d been kicked by a mule. He flew backwards, then slammed into the ground beneath her weight, his breath exploding from his chest. His head slammed as well, and as he fought to keep from blacking out, he felt her grab his hair and yank his head to the side.
Her teeth tore into his throat and he screamed.
Trace could feel the life being drained from him, being sucked from him. His muscles no longer responding, he slowly succumbed to soul-stealing pain and a darkness blacker than the surrounding night.
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Copyright © 2011 Roh Morgon
First of all, I’d like to thank Deirde at A Storybook World for this cool blog award:
Wow – can’t believe how this summer is flying by – I mean, really fast, though maybe not this fast:
This is the US military’s new unmanned Falcon HTV-2 (Hyperonic Technology Vehicle 2), touted to be the fastest plane ever at a top speed of Mach 20, or 13,000 miles per hour.
13,000 MILES PER HOUR!
That’s London to Sydney in less than an hour, according to this article in the UK’s Guardian.
That’s amazing. But what’s even more amazing is that the military lost the plane 36 minutes into its test flight.
Lost. The. Plane.
Millions of dollars in time, research, and materials, not to mention countless man-hours, literally vanished into thin air.
The Falcon HTV doesn’t have a great track record. There were only two built: Falcon HTV-1 and Falcon HTV-2.
Last year, the Falcon HTV-1 was 9 minutes into its test flight when, according the Guardian article, the computers detected a problem and sent it into the ocean for safety reasons.
One vanished into thin air, the other at the bottom of the deep blue sea.
So much for the human attempt to break its own record.
To see how nature does it, watch this video of a REAL falcon diving, in which her top speed is recorded at 242 mph.
Will the Real Falcon Please Stand Up?!
Now that’s more like it.
So, back to how fast the summer is flying by and what I’m working on.
I’ve got two projects right now – writing a novella set in the Watcher world, and publishing Watcher itself.
One of the things I’ve learned about self-publishing is that it means wearing many hats. A lot more than I realized. In addition to writer, editor, publisher, distributor, and publicist, I’m learning to be a book designer.
If you’re new to the industry like I am, there are all sorts of things to consider when you want to get your book out for public consumption. Not only do your story and your words have to BE good, they have to LOOK good. Here’s an example of some of the challenges I’ve recently faced:
~ learning all of the details that go into designing a book…all the little details I’ve always taken for granted, such as what you want in the header and/or footer, where to place the page number, what to include on the copyright page, what font to use, acknowledgments, dedication, author bio…
~ deciding on a cool font to use for my title and chapter headings. OMG – there are thousands and thousands to choose from. But it’s critical – an attractive title font goes right along with the cover, and helps make the inside part of the book look professional.
~ realizing that all the best designed books use the title font for the first letter of each chapter. I only had to replace 65 of them by hand.
~ pushing the chapter headings down the page so the first page of the chapter starts about 1/3 to 1/2 way down, and of course, at the same level as all the other chapters. Styles makes this easy if you’ve used them correctly. I discovered I hadn’t. Doesn’t sound too bad, but I have a prologue, an epilogue, and 63 chapters…
~ adding extra pages at the end of certain chapters so that all of the new chapters start on the odd (right-hand) page – and the heading placement is the same as all the others. This is where I discovered that section breaks can be a real pain in the ass.
~ fighting with styles and section breaks so that the header doesn’t print on the new chapter pages (the ones with the chapter heading), but maintains the sequential numbering and the proper even- and odd-page header set-up on all the rest.
~ discovering when I thought I was all done with the inside formatting that the first paragraph of a new chapter or a new section is NOT indented. Yeah, never realized that one. Not only do I have the prologue, and epilogue, and 63 chapters, I have several section breaks PER CHAPTER. But not all is lost. I think I can fix this with <cringe> modifying the styles so that I don’t have to remove the indents by hand…without blowing up my whole document. I hope.
Once the inside is finished (nearly there – I can almost taste it), then it’s time for the cover.
Which I am NOT doing the artwork for.
No way. No how. Don’t got that creative bent. Even my stick figures are lame.
But…I know peeps. And I got a peep working on my covers (notice I said covers with an ‘s’ – Watcher is only the first of a trilogy).
In the meantime, I’m putting together a plain cover for a test run. I’m planning to print up a half-dozen proofs as review copies for some special readers I’ve been holding in reserve.
But what that means is that I still have to put together a temporary cover layout, which includes front, back, and spine.
When that’s done, I’ll convert it to PDF, hopefully maintaining all of my painfully-arranged formatting, and hand it off to my indie publisher, Dark Dreams Publishing (more on that later).
So…that’s what I’ve been up to during this rapidly-passing summer. I just wish it would slow down to falcon speed and not try to be a Falcon HTV.
But it may a bit late for that – too soon I know I’ll look back and say, “Where did my summer go?”
Hopefully I’ll have more to show for my efforts than the memory of a vanished blip on a radar.
Blogfest time! Yeah, I haven’t participated in one for a while.
I sure had fun with this one.
After you’ve read my entry, be sure to check out the other entries for The Red Angel’s Inanimation blogfest. She says, “The idea is to write an entry of NO MORE THAN 1000 words that somehow incorporates the personification of inanimate objects. It can be a poem, a short short, a letter (perhaps to your favorite childhood toy?), a fairytale, a scene from a dream, or even a song–anything you want! It can be something you’ve written in the past or it could be totally brand new…it’s all up to you!”
Unfortunately, I hadn’t realized I’d broken her number one rule (1000 word limit) until my story was done. Oh, well – you’re free to stop reading after the 1,000th word!
And now, for your reading pleasure, I present “The Seduction”
She spotted it from clear across the parking lot. Low, shiny, black. It beckoned her.
Come to me.
Captivated, she walked closer, admiring its sleek lines, its wedge-like shape. She stopped next to it, her breath indrawn. Her eyes traveled slowly along every curve and angle, finding no flaw.
I am yours, it whispered.
She walked around the back of the steel beast, admiring the wide flair of fender beneath the sloping rear window. The taillights formed graceful arcs, red bracketed in chrome, like two crimson eyes, and she nodded.
I am yours.
She worked her way along the other side, her eyes narrowing above her smile as she observed the tapered nose. When she moved to the front of the machine, she took a sharp breath and held it, trapped in the wicked gaze of the almond-shaped headlights. Her eyes drifted downward and widened at the sight of the clear-lensed foglights. Low on the bumper, they reminded her of a pair of curved daggers, the points angled inward and down.
No, she thought. Fangs. They look like fangs.
A chill ran through her.
Come. Be with me.
Startled, she backed away from his alluring demand.
No, she thought. I can’t afford a new car right now. Especially one like this.
But she couldn’t deny her attraction.
Come. Touch me.
She tore herself from its magnetic stare. Against her will, she stepped around to the door.
Her fingers curled all the way around the handle and she smiled as it nestled comfortably in her palm, and when it pulled out instead of up, her smile broadened. She’d always disliked handles that pulled up–they were so awkward when her arms were full.
The door swung open with little effort and the scent of fine leather drifted out, seducing her further.
Come. We were meant to be.
She lowered herself into the deep, contoured seat. Her pulse sped up as she settled into its rich embrace. It fit her body perfectly, as though it were made just for her. Chills ran through her again she snuggled against its firm hold, soft but strong.
Ah, my sweet. You see?
She reached up to stroke, then take hold of the leather-wrapped steering wheel. It fit just right, molded to support her hands in her favorite position. The sound system and Bluetooth phone buttons were strategically-placed around its rim, ensuring her hands would never need to leave their resting spot.
I am yours.
Her gaze drifted over controls and gauges situated to help keep human eyes on the road. It fastened on the leather gearshift knob begging to be touched. Oval-shaped and inset with a shiny chrome plate, it pressed against her small hand, smooth and firm. It fit perfectly.
She closed her eyes, caught up in the dream.
A tap on the window broke the spell and she jumped as a salesman leaned down and peered in at her.
Dangling from his hand was a key.
The door opened, and a few quick words later, he was sitting in the passenger seat and, in the ignition, was the same key.
Her hand shook as her fingers slipped around it.
Yes. Let me sing for you.
The black beast rumbled to life with a deep-throated growl, its 3.8-liter engine sounding much lower than she would’ve expected from a car of this type. Her blood answered his call, racing through her veins as her heart beat faster and faster. She smiled, then placed her trembling hand on the gearshift. With a final caress, she slipped it into gear.
The low-slung car surged forward, surprising her with its raw power. More respectful of its sensitivity, she eased out of the driveway and into the street.
This was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The suspension was stiff but comfortable, without the bounce and sway of a sedan. The steering was tight, responding to nothing more than a squeeze of her hand.
Faster. Let us race the wind.
She turned onto the freeway. Her heart hammered in anticipation.
Flinging her inhibitions aside, she jammed the pedal to the floor and the monster roared.
They were doing 100 by the time they reached the end of the onramp.
Holy crap, she thought as she looked at the speedometer. The salesman beside her coughed and squirmed in his seat. She backed off.
Faster, my love, faster.
The freeway in front of her was empty, and with a glance in the review mirror to check for cops, she gave in to his demand, and went for it.
They screamed up the asphalt, the white dashed lines blurring alongside. Her heart pounded as wave after wave of adrenaline coursed through her. She ignored the babbling salesman. She was drunk on danger and speed.
110. 120. 130.
Yes! Yes! We are as one!
The ecstasy was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. But she felt a stab of pain at the loss of her innocence as she realized she was forever changed. Nothing would be able to match this.
As reality asserted itself, she relaxed her foot. They slowed to a 75-mile-per-hour crawl, then exited the freeway. She glanced at the white-faced salesman and bit back a grin.
Now, my love, let us dance.
Paying no attention to the protests beside her, she turned the car back onto the freeway.
She laughed at how easily they moved from lane to lane with nothing more than a tightening of her wrist. They were perfectly matched and their graceful waltz between the other cars was smooth, effortless. They were in and out and gone before the drivers even registered their presence.
You see? We were meant to be.
Too soon, they were back at the dealership. The salesman dripped sweat as he scrambled out.
Alone at last, my love. I am yours. Take me.
She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, memorizing it. One hand cupped the gearshift knob as she ran her other lightly over the steering wheel one last time. She swallowed her regret and slipped outside.
NO! You cannot leave me. I am yours!
She stepped away, then with tears in her eyes, turned to gaze upon him once more. The way he crouched–low, stealthy, his lines promising speed and power, his perfectly-balanced stance athletic and confident, his intense almond-shaped stare, and his fangs, his fangs–etched into her mind, and she knew she’d never forget him.
With a deep sigh, she turned her back on him, and walked away.
NO! My love…
The days crawled by. He haunted her every waking thought and stalked every dream. She fought his desire, her desire, as she stared at computer screen during the day and TV screen at night.
She found herself driving by the dealership, wondering how she’d gotten there. She could see him, waiting, like a black spider perched in his web.
My love, please…
She’d hit the gas in denial and speed up the street.
I can’t do it, she thought.
But even as she fled, she felt relief that he hadn’t turned his fierce attention to someone else.
Week after week, she fought his call.
I am yours.
She had a nice, sporty sedan that was almost paid off, and she was looking forward to freedom from car payments.
I am yours.
But slowly, she began to succumb to the idea. She rationalized it, focusing on research and math to justify even the possibility.
I am yours.
She met others, in red and yellow, silver and grey, with 2.0 Turbo and 3.8 six-cylinders, in stick and automatic.
I am yours.
Yet she always came back to him. None of them compared to the black devil who’d stolen her heart.
I am yours.
Her resistance crumbled near the end of the third week. After a long, anxiety-ridden night, she got into her sedan, her mind and body numb from lack of sleep.
And then she was standing in front of him.
I am yours, my love. Come, let us be as one again.
She felt disembodied as she watched herself fumble with paperwork and scrawl illegibly across document after document. A check and a handshake sealed the deal.
Reality settled in and a shudder wracked her body. This will be draining my account every month for the next seven years, she thought. What have I done?
She stepped outside and forgot all thoughts of contracts and payments when she looked at him. She walked around him, slowly, like she did the first time they met, and her heart felt as though it would burst.
Her fingers trailed along the handle and then she pulled it, opening the door. His rich leather scent filled her nostrils and she drank in his essence. Drawn into his embrace, she slipped into the deep contoured seat meant only for her and smiled. One hand found its place on the leather-bound steering wheel, and the other…the other inserted the key. Her key.
He roared in triumph and she grinned. As his web settled around her, she heard a low chuckle.
Now…you are MINE.
The above is a somewhat-fictionalized account of a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Wait. There are no names.
But to this day, he still owns her—mind, body, and soul.
© 2011 by Roh Morgon. All rights reserved.