Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Haney Hayes Promotions #Live #Write #Winners 11/12 Lucian Bane & K.C. Rice

Haney Hayes Promitons Presents K.C. Rice and Lucian Bane

K.C. Rice & Lucian Bane

K.C. Rice Most girls dreamt of being Princesses... but not Margaret. She hated it. She hated her life and the future that had been planned out for her. This was the twentieth century, how the hell was it legal to promise your daughters hand in marriage before she’s even a year old? Who made the rules! She hated them. She hated everything that her “kingdom” stood for. She wanted to change the laws, and one day she would.... The day she is crowned the queen will be the day she will pass the proclamation: Princes and Princesses could choose who they would marry... and if it were a commoner... so be it. LOVE WAS LOVE!

Lucian W Bane “But Father, she..."
“She what?” the King blared, his red cheeks trembling with the pound of his staff. 
Theodore fought the roll of his eyes at his father’s boring theatrics. “All I propose is to allow us one date before the announcement."
“Whatever FOR?”
“To ease the transition, my King,” he urged, grasping at straws. “She is nervous and would it not make things a little easier for both families? It’s no secret she loathes me, if I may have a single attempt at gaining a-a crumb of acceptance, would both Kingdoms not fare all the better? Think of mother,” he added, turning up the burn in his father’s glare. 
“Don’t bring that woman’s name into this debacle!” 
Theodore would’ve defended her if not for the obvious give in his thick-headed resolve. His graying beard moved about as his fat lips pursed and perused his waning options. 
“I should think one date is a wise and prudent decision.” He nodded with jutted chin at the clever idea he’d already stolen. He’d stolen many things from Theodore though and he was accustomed to it. Mostly. But in this one thing, with Margaret, he would not be pushed. He needed time. And one date was enough, he was sure, to accomplish the deed.

K.C. Rice She watched as the King and Queen left the grounds, She was certain they were going to see Prince Theadore’s parents the royals of Delemar.
Waiting until their car disappeared over the last bluff, she quickly made her way down the back stairs and out to the garden. It was there she was to meet him..... the Gardener’s son. They had grown up together... even as toddlers they knew they were from a different class. But they didn’t care. They were best friends and everyday they would sneak out to meet behind the old maple tree. It was there that he stole his first kiss...

Lucian W Bane Riker’s palms were slick with sweat as he eyed the gate leading to the garden. “Hurry up you fat heifer,” he muttered to the milk cow as he yanked roughly on the thick tits. 
How was it that he milked cows in this day and age? He was sure they purposely kept the farm running to make his life miserable, to make an example of his lowly kind. 
She would be there soon and he was tired of being put off. By his father, her father, everybody’s father. She didn’t want to marry, and she wouldn’t. He’d fix it tonight. He’d answer the plea in her clear green eyes--save me Riker. And he would. It was a desperate and reckless remedy, but there was nothing else to be done.

K.C. Rice She stood leaning against the fat oak, it’s brittle bark biting through her blouse, bringing with it a piercing pain. Yet it was nothing compared to the pain in her chest, the feel of Theadore’s fingers as he squeezed the life from her... her heart could take no more. Time was running out. It was how or never. “Oh, Riker! You have always owned my heart. Nothing-no one can take my love from you.” She whispered to herself, afraid if she said it too loud.... 
A rustle in the brush startled her as it broke the quiet surrounding her. Her heart sped, it’s rhythm making double its time as he stepped out of the brambles.

Lucian W Bane “What the fuck?” Riker yelled, running right into the person attacking his beloved. He slammed into him with all his weight and they tumbled down the hill, grunting and umphing, kicking and punching. 
They landed with a bone jarring thud near the pond and Riker scrambled to mount the bastard which turned out to be fairly ease. He raised his fist to smash it into his nose. He paused and angled his head at the unconscious prick. 
He glanced up to find a blur of white tumbling down the hill toward him. Alarmed, he scurried to his feet, fighting to discern where she might land. Riker grew alarmed as his brain did the math. With her voluptuous three hundred pounds rolling at an easy seven miles per hour, the collision would be catastrophic for him. 
“I love you Riiiiker!” she screamed between jolts and bangs upon the ground. 
Dear God, help me. Riker opened his arms right as she plowed into him, knocking the wind from his body and his brain loose in his skull. He realized moments later, he was dangling. Dangling from the cliff. 
“Oh no you don’t,” Theodore growled, grabbing hold of his hand and yanking him back up. “I need you.” 
Before he could get his bearing, the bastard shoved his beloved right off the cliff, leaving him gasping in shock.
“Now the wedding’s off,” he huffed with a proud nod. “Thanks to the jealous gardener’s son."

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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Haney Hayes Promotions Live Write Winners 11/6 Michael Gagain & S.I. Hayes

Live Write Winners Week 3

Michael Gagain & S.I. Hayes
Song Black Wedding By: In This Moment

Michael Gagain She blew through my being like a warm whisper in my ear, her raven locks kissing my cheek with the subtle caress of a warm summer breeze, her eyes dark and mysterious...her beauty mesmerizing, I was in awe of this beautiful woman. her sexy form and beauty was intoxicating yet...i felt fear, she was devious, deceitful and full of hatred...she had only entered the realm of the dead as of late, the bullet hole in her head fresh, the blood on her hands congealing ever so slowly. I couldn't take my eyes away from her, yet i wanted to look away...I had to have her, yet I was afraid...

S.i. Hayes An angel of death was not to partake of the spirits. We were to usher them in, no more, no less. Our lives are banal, stifled and long. TO be one whose wings are steeped in blood, who would think we could yearn for something more? Her name, Evangelica, it was as though GOD himself was throwing me a bone. My flesh burns for her, for a taste of those black lipstick smeared lips, those full breasts. I needed to get her exalted, then maybe I could have her.

Michael Gagain Her Smokey eyes were alluring...her breath warm as she whispered...come with me and bask in oblivion where you will want for nothing, her soft wings brushing against my naked flesh, i felt like a newborn being extruded from the womb...she had me, and she knew it, yet the sinister feeling within her was ever so present...i was undeniably insane with lust and wanted for nothing ....but her....

S.i. Hayes Blood soaked hands flutter against me, leaving sticky trails on my pale flesh. She smells of earth and copper. My cock twitches for the first time in ages as she lures me in deeper. I cannot hold myself, I'm already dammed, I may as well enjoy it.

Michael Gagain I saw it happen before it did, I pulled her head back by her beautiful hair and forced her to her knees. I drove my cock deep into her mouth smiling not only from the amazing feeling of fucking her throat but from the noises she made as she choked on my thick cock...she would certainly be swallowing my spawn...in then in a clouded mist....she was gone...like the final wisp of a smoldering fire...she was nowhere to be seen.

S.i. Hayes "I will never submit again." Her voice hisses in a sputtering spray of blood across my face.
"You shall be my pet." Evangelica pushes me and it's like being hit by a semi. Her anger and rage fueling her strength. It's then I see the slash to her throat. She was taken so violently... "You will be my servant, and servants keep their heads low. She stands over me, hiking up her black gown. "Now it's time to service your Dark Mistress.

Michael Gagain I suddenly felt myself becoming her...I felt her pain, her longing for her place in the afterlife. I wanted to be her...i wanted her pain and suffering...I looked to the ground and saw what was once me in a pile upon the ground...I felt reinvigorated ...alive for the first time, I opened my wings and screamed to the heavens! what have I become? am I now the monster I have yearned to become? or a meager faux imposter of a dream...was she real? did i even exist? she was plume of beautiful black smoke, I but a man...my menial self has become the beautiful demon...

S.I. Hayes I've gone from a lonely self-loathing servant, to Mistress of my own Damnation. The Exhalation of the Spirit was not her's but my mirror self. My duality of being imagined into being. I am the demon, I am the Angel, we are one in the same and we are beautiful. The greatest marriage of Heaven and Hell happened within my soul's search for oblivion. I am my greatest love, for who can love the beast if he cannot love himself?

Michael Gagain Her oblivion...now my life...

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Monday, November 12, 2018

Indigo Blog Tour

by Amber Lacie
Romantic Comedy

Some girls are born independent and fierce. They constantly shock the world bringing it to its knees. Indigo Bryant is one of them. At the young age of thirty, she has already bought and sold a highly successful design business. Needing a change of pace, she up roots herself from New York City, to move near her best friend in a small town in Alabama. What was supposed to be a relaxing summer, starts to change into something different when she meets Alexander Clark…

Despite his many talents and charming personality, Alexander Clark can't move forward and let go of the guilt from a horrible accident. His once promising baseball career, has now faded into the shadows. He's paralyzed by the nightmares of his past. That is until he meets Indigo…

Not every girl needs a knight in shining armor. Not every girl needs to be saved.

Not every boy is a knight. Sometimes they are the ones that need to be saved…

He’s playful––and cute.  I guess it can’t hurt to make a friend.  I give in with a shake of my head.  “Well done. I have to say, I’m slightly impressed.”
“Really?  I had some good pickup lines I was certain would catch your attention.”
“Now I’m disappointed.  Though, I can’t imagine what you could have said, that I haven’t already heard.  Being hit on in bars in New York is like being rained on in Seattle. It’s unavoidable.”
Laughing, he nodded to the bartender who slid him another beer.  The light hit his eyes and I realized they weren’t brown like I originally thought.  Instead, they were a deep blue. “Disappointed huh? I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe you can help me pick out a few good lines I can use to pick up some other woman, since you’re clearly not interested in anything other than those chips.” he said, nodding toward the bag of chips in front of me.
“I have a healthy appetite.  It’s not a bad thing.” I squinted my eyes, wondering to myself what he could be up to.  Deciding to play along with Mr. Not a Stranger, I flashed him a challenging smile.  “Alright, let’s hear them.”
Clearing his throat, he spun his barstool to face me.  “Hey, baby, feel this shirt. You know what kind of material this is?  It’s boyfriend material.”
“Oh, that’s just awful.  That has to be one of the lamest one’s I’ve ever heard.”
“You can do better?”
“Of course, I can.  Are you a baker? Cause you have some hot buns.”
Laughing, he took a sip of his beer.  “You just made that one up.”
“I did not.  Some guy tried to hit on me over the New Year with that one.”
“Well he did a horrible job.  I got a better one. Are you Google?  Because I’ve just found what I’m looking for.”
Sipping my drink, I shook my head.  “No––just no. Those are way too polite.  You need to get sleazier with them.”
“Sleazier huh?  Any suggestions?”
“Okay, how about this one?  It’s a good thing I have my library card on me…because I’m totally checking you out.”
“What?  That’s not sleazy.  If we are going to do this, we need to do this right.”  He raised his hand motioning for the bartender. “Tim, we are going to need a bottle of Jack and some shot glasses over here.  Put it on my tab.”
“Oh no, I’m not having anyone buy me drinks.  I can buy my own.”
With an arch of his brow and a dangerous smirk on his face, Mr. Not a Stranger turned back to the bartender.  “Fine then, put it on her tab. I’m okay with that.”
My mouth fell open at his suggestion.  “I am not paying for all of your drinks either.”
“Then it’s settled––Tim, put it on my tab.”
Smug bastard.  He knows exactly what he is doing.

Lex laced his fingers through mine and placed my hand over my heart.  Shallow breaths fell from my lips as he pressed his forehead against mine.  My heart quickened at his touch. What is he doing?
“You feel that?” he asked.  “The instant we touch, your heart speeds up.  Now feel this,” he said, moving our hands, fingers still laced to press against his chest.  I could feel his heart pounding against the palm of my hand, as I got lost in his eyes. “Mine does the same thing, and it’s not because of how bad I want to be inside you.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I fucking need to be inside of you. No––this feeling right here is because you make me feel alive.”
“No.  You don’t get a say in this.  I was a mess until I met you. You invaded my dreams at night.  You captured my thoughts during the day. Hell, even Logan noticed the difference in me.  I’m better…because of you. You saved me. Now let me love you.”

Thousands of stars filled the Alabama night sky.  Some were so big and bright it was as though I could pick them from the sky with my fingers.  Suddenly, long arms wrapped around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Lex looking up toward the stars.
“It’s so beautiful,” I admitted.
“She is.” Lex replied, leaning down and gently placing a kiss behind my ear.
“I meant the stars.”
“I know what you meant, but that’s not what I meant.  The stars got nothing on you.”
Giggling, I shook my head.  “You and your pick-up lines.”
“That wasn’t a pick-up line.  I’m just being honest. You’re beautiful.  I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.  You’d be in awe.”

Indie-Award Winning Author Amber Lacie is about all things books, glitter, and shenanigans. Never without a book or caffeinated goodness, she's managed a husband that worships at her alter and two awesome kiddos, all while pumping out tales of love and suspense. Growing up in Chicagoland, she's seen the nitty, and knows the gritty. As for love and home, that landed her in Beverly Shores, Indiana where she dreams up adventures for her characters so that you the reader can explore new bends in the road. Buckle up.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Live Write Winners 10/30 Michael Gagain & Amber Lacie!

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Here's the picture that used as Inspiration. 

Michael Gagain The moon crept through the trees quietly, as if even with all its power it dared not disturb the dead...I remember exactly where I buried every one of the poor souls I had stumbled upon and decided to make my own. I've tried to curb my appetite for destruction. Mayhem and death...now one has escaped. A first. I am intrigued with thought of a hunt, a little game of cat and mouse if you will...

Amber Lacie I'm running as quickly as my feet will carry me. Branches and twigs keep snapping underneath my weight as I try to escape. I can hear him in the woods behind me. He's not moving as quickly as me, but he's catching up. Thump. thump-thump. My heart beat is erratic beneath my ribs. One minute I was being dragged by my hair, the next thing I knew I was on the ground underneath a giant oak tree with a tall slender man standing over me. I have no idea where the courage that spurred my movement to kick him in the groin came from, but I was thankful for it. Not only had I caught myself off guard, I had thrown him off as well. A loud crack echoes behind me. Fuck. Is there more than one out here with me?

Michael Gagain A devious smile falls upon my lips as it had done many times. sill cunt, these woods belong to me, she’s running for her life....in circles, I know every fucking tree in my graveyard, a little place I like to call home where no one leaves alive...I stopped to listen...ha- ha- ha yes, the unmistakable metallic snap of one of my bear traps...oh her excruciating screams are a delightful melody to my ears....

Amber Lacie The pain takes a moment to register. At first, I thought the sound was behind me. Then a burning sensation took over my body. My foot is twisted, bloody, and unrecognizable. There's traps laid everywhere. Now that I'm lying on the ground panting in fear, I see the silver glint of traps hidden underneath the leaves. The wind stirs around me moving the branches above me. For a second the full moon shines down on me. That's when I see them. Yellow eyes staring down at me. Yellow luminescent eyes. And then it goes black.

Michael Gagain You know...I hate when they pass out from the pain. I twisted my ankle as I came into view of her gorgeous form, and needless to say that really pissed me off, fuck I'm getting old! I limped to her and dropped to my knees besides her and took in her beauty, she was deep into an unconscious moan, her ankle looked like a few pounds of 3 day old hamburger. I took my pocket knife and hacked off what remained of her leg...I slung her over my shoulder and limped back to the tree where our date tonight began....I smiled as I whistled...."Whistle while you work" THE END....

Monday, November 5, 2018

Pretty; Blog Tour

by Amber Lacie
Dark Romantic Suspense Thriller

After a lifetime of torture from a man set out to destroy her, Andie finally finds herself surviving on her own free of his grasp despite her past still haunting her dreams. Laith had his own demons to fight, but now he's thriving in Chicago as the owner of City Ink Tattoos. When Andie and Laith meet their worlds shift as they find strength in each other. Will they be able to build with the pieces of their hearts they have left, or will their love crumble and fall leaving them both completely shattered? **Due to the dark and explicit nature of this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only.*

“Everyone I have ever loved has left me. Intentional or not, they’ve left me alone and broken. You were so beautiful when I found you on the bench. It was the sounds of your heart breaking into a thousand pieces which drew me to you, and then you looked up at me. My heart stopped, my breath became yours, and at that exact moment, I knew I would never be able to get enough of you.” Cradling me to his chest, his fingers brush through my long messy locks. “Please, don’t go. I need you just as much as you need me. I know you feel this, whatever this is between us. You look so frightened, but when I touch you I can see your body accept me. I calm you, and you do the same for me.”

“Nothing anyone can say or do will change how I feel about you. I’m a broken man, Andie. For once in my life, I feel whole. I feel when I’m with you, I’m not just existing. I have a purpose, a reason for still being here on this earth when everyone else has left me, and it’s you. I love you.”
“Laith.” His name falls from my lips in a soft whisper. Never in my life did I ever picture being with someone, not like this. “I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it. Now, tell me what you keep thinking. Tell me what you’ve said under your breath. Tell me the thoughts I’ve heard slip from your lips.”
“I love you. I love you so fucking much and it’s scaring the shit out of me. I don’t know what to do, what to say, or how to breathe. I’m lost and I feel weak, but I’m not those things. I’m not weak. I don’t need people to save me, I take care of myself, and I don’t how to do any of this.” Tears fall from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks, and land on the sheets beneath my head.
“You’re far from weak. You’re fucking incredible, and I’m lost in you.” His lips collide with mine, all the while my heart slams in my chest as if it might explode.

Indie-Award Winning Author Amber Lacie is about all things books, glitter, and shenanigans. Never without a book or caffeinated goodness, she's managed a husband that worships at her alter and two awesome kiddos, all while pumping out tales of love and suspense. Growing up in Chicagoland, she's seen the nitty, and knows the gritty. As for love and home, that landed her in Beverly Shores, Indiana where she dreams up adventures for her characters so that you the reader can explore new bends in the road. Buckle up.