Thursday, March 31, 2022

Teacher's Pet (Darkville High Erotica) #Monster #Erotica

 


Teacher's Pet (Darkville High Erotica)

 

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Chaos. Pain. Destruction. It's all anyone knew after the rift opened and monsters entered our world. The things of nightmares, horror stories. The beasts that hid in the night. They're all real, and they're here. When my parents moved us to Darkville and enrolled me at Darkville High, I knew I was to be sacrificed for their happiness. Now I have a choice… become the pet of a monster, or be cast out into the world, where survival isn't guaranteed.

NOTE: Teacher's Pet was first offered in Kindle Vella. The content has not changed. This is a short erotica with very little plot or character development.

 

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EXCERPT

I stepped back into the hall and tried to make myself small. A female gargoyle walked past with her human toy on a leash. The boy was naked except for a leather collar around his neck, and his wrists were bound. Either he enjoyed belonging to her, or she'd drugged him because his cock stood erect. My cheeks warmed as I eyed him. Until I'd come here, I'd only seen naked people on TV, or on the porn I wasn't supposed to watch. His cock wasn't anywhere near as big as the ones I'd just had my hands on.

"Like what you see, little human?" a deep voice asked, startling me. I glanced up and saw one of the teachers, an orc called Mr. Blade. I doubted it wasn't his actual name and had more to do with the sword he carried.

"I was just going to class," I murmured.

He leaned and sniffed at me, growling deep in his chest. "My classroom. Now."

I hastened to follow him, trying not to shake in fear as he shut the door. He prowled closer, his eyes nearly glowing as he took me in. He stopped beside me and reached out, lifting my skirt with his large green hand. I gasped and forced myself to hold still.

"Pretty," he said, his voice getting raspy. "You wanted the human boy. Coveted the possession of a gargoyle."

"N-no. I wasn't… I didn't…"

"I smell you, little human. Your cunt is wet."

My eyes went wide at his words and I pressed my thighs together. I still wasn't used to them being able to smell me. His words only served to make my pussy throb harder, the need in me building until it was nearly painful.

 

 


ABOUT EVA DEMOAN

 

Eva DeMoan loves erotica, both writing and reading it. The filthier, and the kinkier, the better. While Eva has always loved monster books and movies when she saw the World of Warcraft movie she fell head over heels for Durotan, the orc Chieftan. That's when Eva decided to start writing some monster stories of her own.

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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Book Blitz: The Prequel: Book 1: The Phoenix Force Series by Susan Horsnell #military

 

The Phoenix Force Series Book 1

Covert Ops/Special Ops/Former Military

Date Published: 28 January 2022

 

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THE SERIES:

This Special Ops Force Series has one big difference…The members are ALL kickass females.

They each have a reason to seek vengeance.

They will cut through the frustration of red tape.

Together, they will deal out justice for the victims and find it for themselves.

Together, they are PHOENIX FORCE.

This is the first book in the series introducing the team.

12 Books

11 Authors

An all-female special ops team.

Ladies who will rise from the ashes of their pasts to right a few wrongs.

Start at the beginning...

Meet the characters, who together, form a formidable team known as PHOENIX FORCE.


About the Author

USA Today Bestselling Author and International Best Selling Author - Susan Horsnell writes in many sub-genres of romance, sweet and steamy, under her own name and two pen names-Susan R. Horsnell (Steamy Romance Only) and Bestselling Author - Olivia Ellen Turner (LGBTQ+ Romance).

Strong social themes are a feature and her experiences as a nurse and Naval wife play a big part in many stories.

She grew up in Manly, NSW, Australia and has travelled Australia and the World on postings with her Naval Officer husband of 47 years.

She lives with her husband, and fur baby – Gemma-Jean, a one-year-old Jack Russell Terrier, in a small village in the mountains in Queensland, Australia.

Since retiring a nursing career of 37 years, she has been able to indulge her passion for writing.

The family enjoys travelling the country with their RV when not at home renovating.


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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Teaser Tuesday! The Layover by Gale Stanley #contemporary #gayromance

 

Contemporary / Gay Romance

Date Published: 4/1/22

 

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Inside the cockpit, Captain Paul Miller is always in control. But on the ground, he constantly feels adrift. His marriage is crumbling, and life has become much too complicated.

Jamey Conley has worked hard to make his café in the Frisco airport a successful venture. He loves his work – and especially the airport scenery. He goes gaga over guys in uniform, but when he meets Paul, sparks really fly. Too bad his ideal man is married -- and straight.


 

Excerpt

 

“Paul?” Jamey came running up. “My friend called. He can’t make it. Can I share a taxi with you?”

Almost as if it were fate, a cab pulled up at that very moment.

No! “Sure.”

Paul slid across the leather seat, and Jamey followed him inside.

The driver turned sideways, and looked over his shoulder. “Where to?”

“Gateway Suites,” Paul said.

The cabbie nodded, and started to turn away.

“Wait.” Paul looked at Jamey. “Tell him where you’re going.”

“Gateway Suites.”

“No.” Paul shook his head. “No, he’s not going there. No.”

“I’m going to the Gateway,” Jamey insisted.

The driver snorted derisively. “I’m not getting in the middle of a lover’s quarrel. You wanna get out here, or go to the Gateway?”

“The Gateway,” Jamey said.

Paul swore under his breath. The cab pulled away from the curb.

Paul tried to keep his voice low. “What kind of game are you playing?”

“I don’t play games, Paul.”

“Then stop acting like a kid,” Paul said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

Jamey’s eyebrows shot up, and hid themselves under a lock of caramel hair. “Who said anything about fucking?”

The driver turned with a big grin on his face.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Paul yelled, before facing Jamey. “Damn it, keep your voice down.”

“But now that you mention it…” Jamey cupped Paul’s crotch, and rubbed.

Paul intended to push him away, but Jamey’s lips were so close to his. One heated look and they both knew what was coming. Their lips met as if magnetized and it was magic.

Jamey’s mouth was so warm, so soft, much softer than Paul had imagined, and he opened his mouth with a low moan. Jamey slipped his tongue inside. It was just like the movies. Time stopped. Everything disappeared, even the nosy driver. It was just him and Jamey. Until they pulled apart.

Paul sighed. He drew back and studied Jamey’s face. Jamey stared back, his feelings showed plainly on his face. He was thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of Paul’s affection.

Damn, damn, damn. Paul was completely unprepared for the feelings that kiss stirred in him, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He feigned a disgusted look and shook his head. “Sorry, Jamey. I had too much to drink tonight. You’re a great guy, but I’m not gay.”

Jamey’s happy expression faded. “You know what I think, Paul?” Jamey moved away. “I think you’re lying. To me. And most of all to yourself.” Jamey tapped the driver on the shoulder. “Take me to Dartmouth Street please.”

 

 

About the Author


Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.


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Monday, March 28, 2022

Find Your Way Back by Javacia Harris Bowser #essays #giveaway



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Award-winning freelance journalist Javacia Harris Bowser is convinced that writing is a superpower. She sees her life as proof of it since writing has helped her navigate marriage, crisis of faith and body image issues. It also helped her to beat cancer.

As a Black woman from the South, Javacia has used the written word to explore issues of gender and race as well as religion. Find Your Way Back is a collection of essays that demonstrate how Javacia has used writing to achieve some of her wildest dreams such as being a public speaker, having her own column, and being her own boss. The book also explores how writing, self-love, and faith helped her overcome her worst nightmare: a cancer diagnosis in 2020. Javacia’s goal is to show readers how writing can transform their lives as well. The book includes prompts throughout to help readers start their own writing journey.

This book is for the woman who has wanted to write since she was a girl but struggles to find the time or the courage to put her words on paper. Find Your Way Back, shows that instead of putting writing on the back burner when life gets turned upside down, we should turn to it to help life make sense again.

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- from I’m Feeling Lucky – and Enraged

When it comes to health care, I’ve always been lucky. My lupus diagnosis in 2008 didn’t come after spending years visiting doctor after doctor, searching for answers to questions of chronic pain. I mentioned my fatigue, achy joints, vitiligo spots, and bouts of Raynaud’s disease to my primary care physician at the time as casually as someone rattling off a grocery list. She looked at me and said, “We need to test you for lupus.”

Years later, in a new state with a new doctor, I once again had a proactive primary care doc who urged me to get a mammogram, even though I was in my thirties. Breast cancer is often diagnosed in its later stages for women under forty, which means the survival rate is lower and the recurrence rate is higher. And while Black women and white women get breast cancer at about the same rate, Black women are more likely to be diagnosed before age 45 and, regardless of age, Black women die from breast cancer at a higher rate than white women.

Even when I was diagnosed with breast cancer at age thirty-eight, I still felt lucky. I felt lucky that I had insurance that covered my treatment. I felt lucky that whenever I said I was in pain, my doctors and nurses believed me and scrambled to do something about it.

I felt lucky because in 2020, thirty million people were uninsured, and about half of those were people of color, according to The Brookings Institution, a research and public policy organization in Washington, DC. I felt lucky because both anecdotal evidence and published studies reveal that many medical professionals don’t take Black people’s pain seriously. According to a 2016 study published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Science, half the medical students surveyed had false beliefs such as “black people’s skin is thicker than white people’s.” And trainees who believed that Black people are not as sensitive to pain as white people were less likely to treat Black people’s pain appropriately.

The staggering Black maternal mortality rates show that this type of implicit bias can be deadly. According to the CDC, each year about seven hundred people in the United States die during pregnancy or the year after. Black women are three times more likely to die from a pregnancy-related cause than white women. I feel lucky, and I feel angry because I shouldn’t feel lucky! Affordable health care and being listened to and taken seriously by your doctors should be the norm for everyone.

I will use my privilege and my platform to try to do something about this. I’ve written stories about the Black Maternal Health Momnibus Act, which seeks to use legislation to address every aspect of the maternal health crisis in America. And I’ve written about the CDC’s Hear Her campaign, which seeks to improve communication between patients and their doctors and help to make healthcare providers, patients, and their families more aware of the warning signs of potentially life-threatening complications. I’ve had the chance to be a voice for other breast cancer patients of color in sessions with healthcare providers thanks to the work of organizations like the Tigerlily Foundation, which provides breast cancer education, awareness, advocacy and support for women ages 15 to 45, with a focus on women of color.

Even though I’m a writer, sometimes words aren’t enough. So, I will keep writing, but I also will keep fighting.

About the Author
Javacia Harris Bowser is an award-winning essayist and journalist and the founder of See Jane Write. A proud graduate of the journalism programs at the University of Alabama and the University of California at Berkeley, Javacia has written for USA Today, HerMoney.com, and Good Grit magazine. Named one of Birmingham’s Top 40 Under 40, she believes we can all write our way to the life of our dreams.

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Friday, March 25, 2022

THE LAYOVER ~ Get a #NewRelease #discount at @changelingpress

 



The Layover by Gale Stanley

 

Inside the cockpit, Captain Paul Miller is always in control. But on the ground, he constantly feels adrift. His marriage is crumbling, and life has become much too complicated.

Jamey Conley has worked hard to make his café in the Frisco airport a successful venture. He loves his work – and especially the airport scenery. He goes gaga over guys in uniform, but when he meets Paul, sparks really fly. Too bad his ideal man is married -- and straight.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

“Paul?” Jamey came running up. “My friend called. He can’t make it. Can I share a taxi with you?”

 

Almost as if it were fate, a cab pulled up at that very moment.

 

No! “Sure.”

 

Paul slid across the leather seat, and Jamey followed him inside.

 

The driver turned sideways, and looked over his shoulder. “Where to?”

 

“Gateway Suites,” Paul said.

 

The cabbie nodded, and started to turn away.

 

“Wait.” Paul looked at Jamey. “Tell him where you’re going.”

 

“Gateway Suites.”

 

“No.” Paul shook his head. “No, he’s not going there. No.”

 

“I’m going to the Gateway,” Jamey insisted.

 

The driver snorted derisively. “I’m not getting in the middle of a lover’s quarrel. You wanna get out here, or go to the Gateway?”

 

“The Gateway,” Jamey said.

 

Paul swore under his breath. The cab pulled away from the curb.

 

Paul tried to keep his voice low. “What kind of game are you playing?”

 

“I don’t play games, Paul.”

 

“Then stop acting like a kid,” Paul said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

 

Jamey’s eyebrows shot up, and hid themselves under a lock of caramel hair. “Who said anything about fucking?”

 

The driver turned with a big grin on his face.

 

“Keep your eyes on the road,” Paul yelled, before facing Jamey. “Damn it, keep your voice down.”

 

“But now that you mention it…” Jamey cupped Paul’s crotch, and rubbed.

 

Paul intended to push him away, but Jamey’s lips were so close to his. One heated look and they both knew what was coming. Their lips met as if magnetized and it was magic.

Jamey’s mouth was so warm, so soft, much softer than Paul had imagined, and he opened his mouth with a low moan. Jamey slipped his tongue inside. It was just like the movies. Time stopped. Everything disappeared, even the nosy driver. It was just him and Jamey. Until they pulled apart.

 

Paul sighed. He drew back and studied Jamey’s face. Jamey stared back, his feelings showed plainly on his face. He was thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of Paul’s affection.

 

Damn, damn, damn. Paul was completely unprepared for the feelings that kiss stirred in him, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He feigned a disgusted look and shook his head. “Sorry, Jamey. I had too much to drink tonight. You’re a great guy, but I’m not gay.”

 

Jamey’s happy expression faded. “You know what I think, Paul?” Jamey moved away. “I think you’re lying. To me. And most of all to yourself.”

 

Jamey tapped the driver on the shoulder. “Take me to Dartmouth Street please.”

  


 

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Lawdawg by Marteeka Karland #MCromance @changelingpress

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: 3/25/22



Eden: The first time I saw Grady Bassett was when Samson brought Charlotte home. Turned out my brother’s woman is Grady’s daughter. Naturally, the man’s focus wasn’t on some camgirl at a MC he had no desire to be around. When he finally does notice me, he can’t see me for my position within the club -- a woman who has sex on camera for strangers. But I noticed him… and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.

Lawdawg: Eden's the most naturally sexy woman I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been worried sick about my daughter, but the second the danger to her was past, I became obsessed with Eden. I even downloaded every one of her videos. Which meant I binge watched. I gave Samson hell for wanting my daughter when he’s so much older, but now I’m in the same position. I need to let her go, to be the better man. But now I know Eden has an online stalker. He knows where she lives and who her friends are. Black Reign is compromised, so I reached out Cain at Bones MC. She might be young enough to be my daughter, but she’s still mine. No one will ever harm her. This stalker will have to go through me to even get close.


EXCERPT

She answered on the first ring. “Hey there, Lawdawg. How’s it hangin’?” She hiccuped slightly at the end and giggled.

Are you… are you drunk?”

Well, yeah. It’s a party, you know. We’re all drunk.”

Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.” I scrubbed a hand over my face but continued. “Listen to me, Eden. Go to Samson. You’re in danger. There’s a guy stalking you.”

Sinner58? Yeah. I know. He’s running off all my good followers.” She sounded like she was pouting.

You knew about this?” Anger was starting to build inside me. Anger. Aggression. I wanted to take her over my knee and paddle her like the child she was.

Of course, I knew! He’s been bullying my regulars for weeks. It’s just that it must have stepped up in the last few days, because my followers are leaving now instead of merely waiting until the next show.”

Did you tell anyone?”

Nope.” No further explanation.

Of course, you didn’t.” I let out an exasperated breath. “Look. Just stay put. This guy knows where you are and how to get to you. I’m headed that way.”

Oh, you are, huh?”

Eden…” I tried to inject as much warning as I could. Anyone else would have tripped all over themselves to do his bidding. Eden? Not so much.

What do you plan on doing when you get here?”

I’m lockin’ that place down with you in it!”

Oh, really?”

I don’t have time to argue with you, Eden,” I snapped, beginning to get really angry now. Well, angry but more frustrated. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all. Hadn’t in all the time she knew about it.

You don’t?” I sensed a trap but had no idea what it might be. “Well, what if I did this…” There was a pause before my phone signaled I had a text. I pulled it up and there was a selfie of Eden. Her exquisite tits on fine display. “Or this.” The next image she sent had a man sucking at one of those tits. Something inside me just… snapped. I felt like something inside my head that was primitive and territorial roared to the front and demanded I claim that woman. She was mine. No one else’s. It didn’t seem to matter she was young enough to be my daughter or that my late wife was probably rolling over in her grave because of the girl’s age. I needed her and had every intention of taking her with me. I could tell myself it was to keep her safe, but the pure and simple fact was, I just fucking wanted her.


About the Author

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.


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Sunday, March 20, 2022

Book Blitz ~ Under the Phone by Nicholas Leonard Ivey #SciFi @RABTBookTours

 

Sci-fi Short Story

Published: January 2021

Publisher: SFS Publishing


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Everyone loves their phone, but when phones start connecting to people's brains, the effects aren’t what they expect....

Jack and Stacy are settling into Sherly Pointe, a small old mining town with conspiracies and stories beyond belief. Jack soon notices strange activity on his phone with a new mind-reading software that just came out. Jack investigates and the true adventure begins.


 

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 Nicholas Leonard Ivey is a software developer and writer from Florida. By day he develops apps and programs and by night he develops stories that take readers to a different realm.


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Saturday, March 19, 2022

Sharing Leah A Polyamorous Romance by @LisabetSarai

 


Looking for a hot and sexy triad romance/ Look no further.

Sharing Leah A Polyamorous Romance by Lisabet Sarai 

How can she choose between her husband and her master?

Some women might think Leah's existence heavenly – shared by two sexy men who both adore her. Ten years married to lusty, artistic Daniel, she still finds ecstatic release in surrendering to her master Greg. But Daniel’s and Greg’s jealousy and possessiveness have made Leah's life a hell.

They bring out the worst in each other. And in some sense, it’s all her fault. If she loved only one of them, if she made a choice, that would be that. In theory, at least.

Unable to bear the continuous conflict, she escapes to the beautiful Maine coast to ponder her future. Gradually she realizes that she cannot live without either of her lovers. But if the two men can't settle their differences, how can she bear to live with them?

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Thursday, March 17, 2022

The Corpse Princess by Jayce Carter #EroticRomance #Giveaway


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Karma is a bitch—but then again, so am I.

Ten years ago, a group of men murdered my mother and thought they had killed me. I’ve spent every day since planning revenge against the man behind the attack—my father. As the head of a powerful crime family, he won’t be an easy target, but nothing matters more than making him pay for what he’s done.

Now, I return in disguise, only to end up on the radar of the Quad—the four most dangerous men in the city…men I’ve been desperately in love with since I was a teen. I have no idea if they were in on the plan to have me killed, but I can’t stop myself from craving their taste, their bodies and their rough, domineering touches. Even though I know the risks, I keep falling deeper into our twisted relationship.

My plan is simple—find and get rid of the people who carried out the attack, kill my father…and don’t fall in love with the men who might have betrayed me.

This world already killed me once—let it try again.


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“Oh, nice try,” Dane said with a mocking tone, as if he’d already won.

“Don’t add the notch on your belt until you get inside the girl,” I responded. “You’re terrible at bank shots and that’s exactly what you’ve got in front of you.”

In all the years we’d played before, Dane had never managed to sink a shot like this. He’d over-correct, never hitting the right spot.

I’d as good as already won.

He came closer, standing just in front of me, so close I could smell him. He smelled the same, just as he had before, like cloves and cinnamon, something deceptively sweet.

I lifted my head, struggling with the difference between then and now, between the past and the present. I felt a little like the girl I’d been before, when I’d chased behind him, behind the others, looking for their attention. How badly I’d wanted this, wanted him to look at me with this sort of passion, and he’d always denied me that.

He leaned down, then dragged his tongue over my bottom lip. It wasn’t a kiss, not really, but managed to light a fire inside me larger than the one at Lucky’s house. That tiny spark roared to life, consuming me, and he pulled back far too fast.

Dane gave me a smirk full of confidence. “Well, you pick your whiskey well, at least.”

Before I could say anything, he bent forward next to me, aimed and took the shot. The eight-ball rolled into the pocket he’d nodded at, sinking the shot he’d never been able to do.

“I win,” he said, then crossed his arms, staring down at me, far too pleased with himself.

About the Author:
Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.

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Tuesday, March 15, 2022

The Abdication by Justin Newland ~ A Supernatural Thriller #GuestPost and #giveaway

 


The Abdication

by Justin Newland

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The town of Unity sits perched on the edge of a yawning ravine where, long ago, a charisma of angels provided spiritual succour to a fledgeling human race. Then mankind was granted the gift of free will and had to find its own way, albeit with the guidance of the angels. The people’s first conscious act was to make an exodus from Unity – they built a rope bridge across the ravine and founded the town of Topeth. For a time, the union between the people of Topeth and the angels of Unity was one of mutual benefit. After that early spring advance, there had been a torrid decline in which mankind’s development resembled a crumpled, fading autumnal leaf.

 

Following the promptings of an inner voice, Tula, a young woman from the city, trudges into Topeth. Her quest is to abide with the angels and thereby discover the right and proper exercise of free will. To do that, she has to cross the bridge – and overcome her vertigo.

Topeth is in upheaval; the townsfolk blame the death of a child on dust from the nearby copper mines. The priests have convinced them that a horde of devils have thrown the angels out of Unity and now occupy the bridge, possessing anyone who trespasses on it. Then there’s the heinous Temple of Moloch!

 

The Abdication is the story of Tula’s endeavour to step upon the path of a destiny far greater than she could ever have imagined.




Excerpt Three:

 

19.       The Freedom of Prison

 

Evening was a special time in Topeth. As the pall of dusk fell upon the rooftops, the birdsong quietened to a hush. For the moment, though, prison bars prevented Tula from enjoying it.

 

From what Enoch had said, mankind’s ignorance and cruelty had unduly restrained the angels. Humans were granted the freedom to spark warmth into the freezing cold of the Universe. Angels and humans were partners in a grand dance, in which the ballroom was the Universe, and the orchestra was the Creator. That sacred dance was meant to be a thrilling voyage of discovery, and most important of all, of mutual benefit. Angels were the keepers of the next step for mankind. In passing it on to humanity, they, the angels, through a spiritual osmosis or transference, could learn about the great human qualities such as wisdom, benevolence and compassion.

 

While they waited for humanity to make the full and final retreat from barbarism, the angels were custodians of that noble purpose. She had no idea if, or when, that would ever happen. But while she lived, she would die trying. What else was more honourable to do with the great gift of life? Angels could learn nothing from people who danced to the tune of the merchant or who bowed before the altar of self-gratification. Ignoring the Covenant, humanity had fallen from its state of grace, not because of some wicked snake, but because they consciously chose to.

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Guest Post: What is Writing?

A three-word question - to which there must be a simple answer, yes?

There seem to be more authors out there now, everyone seems to be writing. There are genres which didn't exist 25 years ago (Steam Punk, Space Opera etc.), let alone new ways of disseminating books e.g. e-books, audio books.

Rather like 21st Century life, the surface and periphery of things appear to be changing quickly, but when you look at the core - nothing has changed for thousands of years. Example: the human body and its systems (instinct, emotions, mentality etc.) are pretty much the same as they were ten thousand years ago. Literary example: a novel is written in a language with words made up of letters of the alphabet which have also been around for several thousand years.

Back to the question - what is writing? Well, here's a first stab at it - a human process which results in written words. Let’s focus on literary produce, in which case this definition would include inventories and legal documents, so it's too general.

Here’s a starter definition from The English Club - Writing is the process of using symbols (letters of the alphabet, punctuation and spaces) to communicate thoughts and ideas in a readable form.

To limit the huge scope of this question, I’m going to focus on creative writing where the words form a coherent and occasionally entertaining whole which we loosely call a story.

So, what makes writing creative, or rather, creative writing? Is it because it's new, original, created out of nothing? Created out of nothing is referred to in the Latin phrase creation ex nihilo, which is applied to the creation of the universe by divine will. This quickly takes us to some religious considerations e.g.  "By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible."

God, the universe, creation by the word - the scope of this question seems to have got a whole lot bigger. What's helpful in this is the notion that the 'seen' comes from (and returns to) the 'unseen'. If that's the case, then words and their creation come from something unseen. How's that possible? Don't we just write what comes into our heads? How conscious is the choice or decision-making in what we write about? Isn't creativity a matter of self-will in that if we want to write something, we can? 

If creativity is a matter of self-will, how can we write of things of which we have no direct experience, that come from our imagination? It's true that some stories are autobiographical yet others are not and the latter would appear to be the result of a 'connection' to something outside ourselves and our stored experiences, beyond the ken as it were. The Ancient Greeks called that ‘connection’ outside of ourselves the Nine Muses. Examples are fantasy stories involving characters and worlds that have never or could never exist, for example, William Shakespeare’s The Tempest. Where do the ideas for these come from? What is imagination? 

More big questions.

            Then there’s the enigma of prison literature. I mean, who can write in a prison? But people do, and can, and have. Is it possible that if, Malory, Cervantes, and Bunyan, to name but three, had not been sent to prison, that the world of literature would be lesser by Le Morte D’Arthur, Don Quixote, and Pilgrim’s Progress? What is it about a confined space that squeezes out the words? Does it mean we should all write in a cupboard?

            And there’s that scourge of all writers; writer’s block. A symptom is that the author has nothing going on in them about the story they are meant to be writing. They’re stuck. They feel empty. But the term suggests a different causation. The word ‘block’ implies something not only full, but over-full, blocked. Pipes get blocked because of too much effluent. Could it be that the way to deal with writer’s block is to empty out, go on a binge, or a five-mile walk, or at the very least, follow the old adage of ‘Alter your stride and meet a stranger.’?

How about this question… Do all stories pre-exist in a massive store of all-possible stories? No, that seems unlikely. So, are there ingredients or elements of stories that an author connects to using the power of his or her imagination? If that's the case, we move from the notion of 'who writes the book' to 'what writes the book.'

Here’s a salient example: The author James Clavell wrote Shogun and other Japanese-based novels in the 1960's and 70's. He'd been incarcerated in a Japanese prisoner of war camp in the Second World War where he'd suffered brutality and cruelty.  His novels could be seen as a therapeutic working-out of the trauma of that experience and therefore as autobiographical in origin, but original in composition, narrative and character.

So, if that’s the case, we move from the notion of 'It's the author that writes the book,' to 'It's what was out of balance in the author that writes the book' - at least in the case of James Clavell. Interestingly, this definition endorses the notion of writing as cathartic therapy and as a means of self-mental and emotional healing. 

It also endorses the notion of writing as a connective media through which stories that want to be told can find their way into human psyche. Could that be possible? Are there intelligent entities that influence our zeitgeist aka the spirit of our times?  

So, writing is the result of what is out of balance in the author. Is that right?

And then you get the question: Who or what is a reader?

You can answer that one.

 Justin Newland

23rd February, 2022

 


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history thrillers - that’s history with a supernatural twist. His stories feature known events and real people from history which are re-told and examined through the lens of the supernatural. He gives author talks and is a regular contributor to BBC Radio Bristol’s Thought for the Day. He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.

 

His Books

The Genes of Isis is a tale of love, destruction and ephemeral power set under the skies of Ancient Egypt. A re-telling of the Biblical story of the flood, it reveals the mystery of the genes of Isis – or genesis – of mankind. ISBN 9781789014860.

 

“The novel is creative, sophisticated, and downright brilliant! I couldn’t ask more of an Egyptian-esque book!” – Lauren, Books Beyond the Story.

 

The Old Dragon’s Head is a historical fantasy and supernatural thriller set during the Ming Dynasty and played out in the shadows the Great Wall of China. It explores the secret history of the influences that shaped the beginnings of modern times.  ISBN 9781789015829.

 

‘The author is an excellent storyteller.” – British Fantasy Society.

 

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation reveals the secret history of the Industrial Revolution. ISBN 9781838591885.

 

“The novel explores the themes of belonging, outsiders… religion and war…  filtered through the lens of the other-worldly.” – A. Deane, Page Farer Book Blog.

 

His latest, The Abdication (July, 2021), is a suspense thriller, a journey of destiny, wisdom and self-discovery. ISBN 9781800463950. 

 

“In Topeth, Tula confronts the truth, her faith in herself, faith in a higher purpose, and ultimately, what it means to abdicate that faith.”

V. Triola, Coast to Coast.

 

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Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Abdication-Justin-Newland/dp/1800463952

 

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