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Wednesday, 31 October 2018

A creepy Halloween Short by Daryl Devore - The Slice of a Blade #MFRWHooks #Halloween #shortstory #DarylDevore




Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current WIP or previously published book by possibly new to you authors.

Today, I am showcasing a creepy Halloween short - The Slice of a Blade






I wrote this piece for a local writers' group. It is meant to be read aloud.

The Slice of a Blade


Trembling with giddiness and feverish with anticipation, I wrap my fingers around the drawer handle. The metal is cool to my touch. The drawer glides open. An army of razor edged stainless steel lies before me. Smallest paring knives on the left up to the sleek chef’s knife and the king of the drawer – the butcher knife  - on the right. My fingers hover over the butcher knife’s handle.

No, tonight is not the night for you. Must restrain myself.
I grasp the 30 cm French-style chef’s knife’s handle and lift it. Honed and sharpened to exquisite exactness, it is not heavy, but well-balanced and rests in my palm with my fingers curled around the ebony black grip. Experimentation has taught me a longer blade will allow a longer single stroke. A longer single slice.
Longer.
Single.
Slice.
No more beautiful words exist.
Longer.
Single.
Slice.
I close my eyes and picture it sliding – s-l-o-w-l-y  t-h-r-o-u-g-h. Perfection.
Casting a critical gaze over the blade, I check for the slightest of imperfections which would dull the edge therefore marring sharpness and the moment. A ray of light reflects off the sleek steel. Memories flit through my mind of this knife’s edge effortlessly slipping through it’s prey. It is the perfect choice. The event will be sublime.
I rip the knife through the air, imagining the smooth gashes through It. My heart pulses in my chest. I spin and slash, spin and slash, spin and slash. A high giggle bursts from my lips. Such joy.
Stop.
Restraint.
Respect the moment.
Respect the act.
Lowering my head, I close my eyes. A small bow to the performance that is about to begin. I lift the knife, gripping with both hands. Holding it before me, I press a small kiss on the bolster. A homage to the beauty of this piece.
I glance back at It. Lying on the table, waiting. Waiting for it’s moment to become the star of my performance. A concerto of cutting, slashing and gouging. Screams would enhance the decadence of the moment. But the walls are thin. Nosey ears listen.
I must remain calm. Savour the moment. That first slice. A shiver slithers down my spine. I inhale, close my eyes and revel in the thrill of anticipation. I pause. Forcing myself to wait. To enjoy. Don’t rush. Ease into each action. Savour the sensations. Writhe in the bliss this act will give.
The moment has come. I step closer to It then lift the blade to my left and in one swift move slash across. The sensation of the knife ripping through It filters up through my handle to my arm and to my brain. A jolt of dopamine is released. Strength – confidence – joy – lust - power - surge through me. I release the knife from where it lays buried in It - lift and slash again.
And again.
And again.
Again.
Again.
It lays gutted. Open and exposed. I reach inside and grab at the entrails. With wild abandon, I rip out handfuls. Grab. Rip. Toss. Grab. Rip. Toss. Grabrip. Toss. Grabriptoss. Grabriptoss. Grabriptoss. Grabriptoss.
Sweat drips down my cheek. Loud gasps fill the void between the heavings of my chest.
The entrails drip from my fingers, the chair, the table and the edges of It.
It is beautiful. A masterpiece. My masterpiece.
It is so perfect.
It is perfection.
Trembles ripple through me. They build. The room sways. Hysterical laughing erupts.
With reverence, I place the blade on a towel, knowing it will be lovingly cleaned after It has been properly looked after.
I turn, once more to look at my masterpiece. Tears of joy stream down my cheeks at the beauty. I am struck numb by it. I know not how long I will stay here gazing at It. I want this moment never to end.
But it must.

The freezer lid drops with a solid thud. Orgasmic relief floods through me. Another carving. A smile hints at the corner of my mouth as I walk back upstairs.

No one knows.

No one suspects.


Happy Halloween




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Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Can the gates of perception be bypassed? Historical Fiction - Blythe of the Gates by Leah Erickson #historical #fiction #silverdaggertours


Blythe of the Gates
by Leah Erickson
Genre: Historical Fiction

Can the gates of perception be bypassed?



A rash love affair with a member of the Irish Mafia catapults Luna Mulkerrins into scandal, murder, scorn and decadent friendships in Ragtime Manhattan. Escaping from the blaze of publicity, a new Luna emerges: Blythe of the Seven Gates. Her meteoric rise as a magician leads to fame, vaudeville, silent movies and the notoriety of a damaging court case. Can Luna reclaim her reputation and reinvent herself as an independent woman of the time?


From Leah Erickson, author of The Brambles, winner of the Crime Fiction award from the IPA.




Leah Erickson is the author of the novel "The Brambles" (2017) and "Blythe of the Gates." She is the recipient of the 2018 Independent Press Award and the Independent Book Award. Her short fiction has appeared in many magazines and journals in print and online, including The Fabulist, Pantheon Magazine, The Saint Ann's Review, Eclectica, The Coachella Review, and many more. She lives near Newport, Rhode Island with her husband and daughter.



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30 – Author Spotlight – Blythe of the Gates – Leah Erickson
31 - Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor

Sunday, 28 October 2018

Guess you don't have your sea legs yet. Twisted fairy tale -Dark Chocolate and Strawberries on Weekend Writing Warriors. #8sunday #hotread #twisted_fairytale


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8- 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.
Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday. 



This week's snippet continues with Red's adventure on the cruise ship. She is supposed to be saving her grandmother from a gigolo. She just learned it was a seniors cruise and has decided there is no chance for romance for her.

A tiny bit of sexual language. Oh, and a bit of editing to make it fit the requirements so it isn't exactly like in the book.

The immaculate gleam of the polished brass fittings sparkled in the late morning sunshine. Passengers passed by excitedly chatting to each other. Standing near the railing was a tall, dark haired, heart-melting, pussy-wetting and close to her age, hunk of masculinity. Red pulled in her stomach and arched her back as she passed him. Her knees buckled when she caught a whiff of his aftershave. Could it be the same brand as Stanley's?
Two strong hands caught her. “Guess you don't have your sea legs yet,” a deep voice whispered in her ear as he helped her stand.
“And we're only in port. I'm going to be a disaster once we get out to sea,” she said, flashing her emerald green eyes at him and her best sexy smile.


Blurb and Buy Link

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Tag line:
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?




What's happening in October on Romance - Sweet to Heat
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Friday, 26 October 2018

Come join the party - I'll be on the TRS SPOOKAPALOOZA until Oct 31 #romance #giveaway #hotread


I'll be on the TRS SPOOKAPALOOZA until Oct 31.

I'll be giving away 1 copy of my latest romance - a twisted fairy tale based on Little Red Riding Hood.

To get in on the fun - I think these are the links - will change them if they arer wrong
TRS site -  https://www.theromancestudio.com/spookapalooza-2018-annual-trs-halloween-party/

FB site - https://www.facebook.com/theromancestudio/


Blurb -

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.




What's happening in October on Romance - Sweet to Heat

27 – SPOTLIGHT – Dark Chocolate and Strawberries
28 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
29 – Author Spotlight –
30 – Author Spotlight – Blythe of the Gates – Leah Erickson
31 - Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor