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This is both a difficult blog to write as well as one full
of hope. Two months ago while I was at the RT Convention, my dog of
11 years died. It’s taken me a while to even be able to talk about it, only my
closest friends knew, so this post is cathartic for me. My sweet little dog was
my constant companion, especially after the girls left for college. She was
always by my side and lifted my spirits. Her death was unexpected, shocking,
surprising, you name it. You see, she hadn’t been sick. She’d had a full check
up two months before she died. I left a happy healthy dog and a few days later
watched her die.
I got a call one afternoon from my sitter to tell me the dog
had blood in her stool. An hour after that call she was taken to the vet,
diagnosed with a bacterial infection, maybe from something she ate and placed
on antibiotics. 24 hours after seeing the vet she died. We’ll never know for
sure the cause of death, we didn’t do an autopsy, believe me I wanted to but it
was all after hours and since we’d have to wait it would be a moot point. Trust
me I had words with the vet who saw her.
Anyone who has a pet knows the closeness you can share with
these little animals. How special they
truly are. No they might not be people,
still they can love you just as fiercely and I was her people. She was my
shadow. I had no intentions of getting another pet anytime soon. I needed time
to grieve. Her memories were all over this house. I still listen for the sound
of her claws on the stairs. But I had another pet to consider. I knew the cat
of the house would need a companion and eventually after enough time I thought I'd be ready to get
Unfortunately, said cat took his companion’s death pretty
hard, to the point he was very possessive of me and a little aggressive. I knew
if I was going to add a dog to the household I’d need to do this sooner rather
than later to nip such behavior in the bud.
Still, I dragged my feet. Enter my youngest daughter who pushed
me to go with her to a rescue adoption event at our local pet store, a place where
she had volunteered to help with the adoptions in the past. To my pleasant
surprise, I found a dog. One that I adored on sight. It took two weeks to go
through the adoption process and I was able to adopt her. However, three hours
after I got her, she managed to get away from me and bolted. Yeah, the next
several hours was spent searching for her. Mind you, I was also operating on
about 4 hours of sleep. See, I took the red eye home to arrive the day of her
adoption when she was turned over to me.
She was missing for less than 20 hours. Through the good
will of others and my quick thinking to put the info about a lost dog on the
local animal shelter’s website, someone found her, 2 ½ miles from home and was
able to find me through the website. So lost dog is back home safe and sound.
Needless to say, she will be on a leash for the next few weeks inside and out.
The latest addition to the family is very welcome.
world shifted the moment she was born. Now, nothing can stop him from making
meeting a man who looks like an angel, wings and all? What would you do if this
man told you he existed with only one purpose – to claim you and only you?
Destiny Carter is a feisty, take charge, Rubinesque
beauty with a tough façade, who finds herself in that age old quandary, “always
a bridesmaid, never a bride.” A string of lackluster relationships leave her
hopeless and ready to settle…Until she meets Japheth, the man her fiancé claims
is his best friend! Japheth’s arrival is heralded by an attack on Destiny’s
life, and instinctively, she knows this is just the beginning.
Born more than 200 years ago, Japheth looks like an
angel but he’s far from it. In his world, the ratio of men to women is 500 to
1, and although he’s a superior being, he’s willing to break the most sacred
law of his brothers, even drink human blood, to have one meant for him alone.
When he meets Destiny, he knows she’s the one he’s
been searching for. To claim her, he will have to betray a friend, risk his
life, and hardest of all, humble himself enough to win her love.
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hearts, two different worlds, uncompromising love.
A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human
When Asriel - Orlosian Warrior, descendant of
Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for
drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.
With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he
breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also
drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his
Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right
to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.
Dariel is an animal lover who writes IR/MC
(interracial/multi-cultural) paranormal and dark urban fantasy romance. She is
presently writing a shifter series, “Dark Sentinels,” a reluctant hell-dweller
series, “Kushiel’s Keep,” two Nephilim series with vampire-like heroes,
“Orlosian Warriors” and “Cain’s Progeny,” “Lifegivers,” a paranormal romance
series with a variety of beings, a crossover paranormal thriller shifter
trilogy with romantic elements, “Gateway,” and an erotic fantasy newsletter
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This story started out as a stand alone. Then I made the mistake of mentioning it to an author friend who said, "Friends don't let friends write stand alones." lol Thus Lost God became Lost Gods and the first book of 3 is Ze's story. Here's the first chapter and part of 2 and NOTE it has NOT been edited. I hope to have the work finished by the end of the month then on to my betas and critique partners then finally to my editors.
Ze- Lost Gods by LaVerne Thompson
“He can never remember.” The collective
entity making up the Fates warned Kratos.
He never raised his head to look at the
four identical beautiful beings, shrouded in shimming white cloth from head to
toe, with the planes of their faces barely visible, even then their features
were ever changing. Seemingly to represent all the peoples of the world. At
times all four appeared feminine, but others he was not so sure all were
female. It mattered not. “Tell me nothing of what can or can not come to pass.
Would that I could have that gift or curse to forget. Forget we no longer have
the powers we once did. Have been all but forgotten.”
“It is as the world should be Kratos. You
know this. Humans must make their own decisions, be the makers of their own
will. Not that of the gods. No matter how powerful.”
He scoffed. “Yes. The gods.” He placed
his hand in the water swirling it and dispersing the image they’d been looking
upon. At one who in another age, other times had been the most powerful amongst
them. Reason enough for the Fates to condemn Zeus. The Father of them all and a
god he himself had killed, his body dispersed down to dust, carried off unto
the four winds and mixed amongst all matter. Yet, never completely destroyed,
pieces of him being reborn over the ages. God no more, each time just a man.
A fate worse than death for one such as
he. Unfortunately, for them all, Zeus’ destruction had created a chain of events
opening the world to chaos, the fall of Olympus and everything they had once
known. The Fates had no choice but to take control and punish them all. Perhaps
their plan all along and the excuse they needed. There could be none more
powerful than they. Still Zeus must be called forth once more.
Kratos, pulled the black hood over his
even darker locks, walked out of the obsidian hall into the crumbled ruins of
what had once been Olympus, home of the gods. Even with his eyes open he could
still see the opulence of the buildings as they once stood. The gleaming golden
doors twelve feet tall, the music that lulled and pleased ones senses filling
the halls. Gone. All of it. And he no longer had the power to change any of it.
He would wish the Fates to a mortal hell,
but they’d already placed him there and there was no release for his soul. His
body melded into the dark matter making up the night, and he returned to the
nothingness he was.
The four who remained behind continued to
watch the water in the pond as it settled. Returning to its calm state and the
vision came once more.
“He can not remember, everything.” The
husky whisper came from the center form.
“No. That would not bode well for what he
must yet do,” the tallest of the four stated.
“As the son destroyed the father so to
must the father destroy the son,” one whispered.
“For all the powers the All Father had he
too came to his inevitable end. Death comes for all, even a god,” the final
sister pronounced shaking her head.
“All the gods are dead. Long live the
gods.” The cry came in unison vibrating with the power of the Fates.
Ze, you ready, man?”
the color of a summer storm zeroed in on the tall man standing at the door. “Sorry,
Linc.” Ze shut his laptop, pushing his chair away from his desk, he stood. All
six five of him, situated on a solidly built frame.
that the Chinese?”
Linc, his president of operations and right arm, refereed to the latest deal
his company, Lightning Enterprises was working on.
Linc would be shocked if he knew not only
had Ze not been working on any last minute tweaking of their deal but he hadn’t
been working on anything related to business legit or otherwise. Since at times
they straddled the gray. Instead, Ze’d been dreaming.
He wanted to rub his throbbing temples,
but he’d show weakness in front of no one, not even his oldest and most trusted
friend. The visions no longer came to him at night, when his eyes were closed
and his defenses down. In the last month he’d been wide awake, eyes wide open,
yet still dreaming. He didn’t know what else to call it, no matter how real
they seemed, it couldn’t be, but shit had to stop. Too much was at stake.
Linc frowned. “What’s wrong?”
He almost smiled, his friend knew him too
well. They’d spent a lot of time in hell together. Linc was the only one who
knew he’d been to see a doctor but even Linc didn’t know why.
first he’d gone to his doctor for sleeping pills, fuck lot of good that shit
did. Only took him under deeper to some seriously fucked up shit. Where he’d
turn into a big ass white eagle, at least he thought it was an eagle who knew
they could be white. But that was not the only thing he could do in these visions,
he could also call lightning down from the sky in the form of a thunderbolt.
Which he’d hold in his hand and toss at an army of beasts, misshapen dinosaur
looking creatures in front of him. All stuff he could never tell anyone. They’d
either lock his ass up or someone would put him out of his misery with a bullet
to the head. Show no weakness. That mantra kept him alive these 34 years.
He rubbed his hand across his face,
lingering a little at his small dark brown goatee. It matched the color of his short
cropped hair. The darkness of his hair in sharp contrast to the color of his
eyes something women loved. Friends and enemies just called him a silver eyed
son of a bitch. Once he fucked a women though they called him a god, the men
just call him bastard. He grinned banishing his headache.
The sharpness in Linc’s voice told him of
his concern. He grinned even more. Damn straight with a name like Zeus he
better have no weakness. His adopted mother loved Greek mythology and thought
his gray eyes reminded her of lightning storms. “I’m fine. No worries.”
Linc prompted. Don’t leave me hanging. You have to leave now but we can walk
shook his head. “Nothing to talk about. I’ll be flying out soon and in
twenty-four hours this deal will be locked and we’ll have in roads into a
billion strong market. The money we sank into the Asian lobbying firms worked.”
“For a fucking change it will be our
products in the Chinese market and not the other way around.” Not that they
always conducted business within the red tape, this time it was the only way to
go since it also meant dealing with the Triad. He did whatever was necessary
for the country or products he dealt with.
“I hear that. The planes all ready, the
pilot’s on board.”
“Good.” Most of the time Ze preferred to
drive himself, but since he was heading for the airport and planned to be gone
for about a month. Two weeks in China and Hong Kong, then another couple of
weeks in their office in London, he let Linc take him to go over anything last
“Oh, I almost forgot you’ve got a
“Remember, we signed up as part of the
Angels In The Air Program, if we’re flying anywhere in the world where someone
needs to go for medical care we agree to give them a free ride.”
“Yeah, right,” Ze nodded. “Brilliant move
on my part. It was part of the deal that got us those medical contracts.” Along
with the very timely death of their chief competitor. Something that Ze had
nothing to do with, this time. “Okay. I hope it’s not a sick kid flying by
themselves, shouldn’t at least one parent be with them?”
Linc shook his head. “Yes, all minors are
required to travel with a parent or adult guardian.” He pulled out his phone
and must have checked the information he had on the passenger. “In this case
it’s an adult. Kassia Jamison. She’s twenty-eight and terminal. There’s a
doctor in China who’s had good results with a radical treatment the US and
other countries haven’t approved yet.”
“Figures. All right.”
“So try to be charming.”
Ze snorted. “Like hell. I’m going to be
busy going over my notes. I’m assuming she’ll be settled in the front of the
plane and leave me alone in the rear to work.” He’d had the plane outfitted so
that the rear was almost like an office. Everything he’d need to work. And if
he needed to take a nap on the flight there were eight seats that unfolded into
beds to choose from. Four toward the front near the cock pit there was also a
kitchen and bathroom there, the flight attendant sat up there. Then four seats
in the center, then a bedroom and office area in the rear, with its own bathroom.
Once he was on board he planned to say the
obligatory, hello, to his passengermove to the back and get in a few hours of work, then sleep for a couple
before they landed. He had his pills with him and hoped this time around when
he closed his eyes sleep would claim him for a few. In the last month, he had a
collective total of maybe a hundred hours, but he did manage to get a lot of
work done and things finalized for this deal with the Chinese government.
However, those sleepless nights were starting to show.
At six five and two hundred pounds of
muscle even his frame was beginning to show signs of fatigue. Those lines at
the corners of his eyes and around his mouth weren’t from stress but lack of
sleep. He rubbed his hand over his face and glanced at the airport terminal coming
Ze and Linc took care of some last minute
details then shook hands. He took the few steps needed to get him to the plane
and climbed up. The captain and second pilot who also acted as steward were
there to greet him as soon as he stepped on board.
“Morning, sir, welcome aboard,” Dick
Peterson his captain said.
“Thank you. Good to see you Dick, hi Pilar
how’s the family?” He’d flown with both many times over the last two years
since he’d bought the jet.
“Doing great, sir. Thanks for asking. Our
passenger is on board. After you get settled is there anything you’d like me to
“I’m good for now, but maybe some of
those sweet crescents in about an hour.”
They both nodded. “Well I’ll let the
tower know we’re ready,” Peterson said and moved back to the controls.
Moving past them Ze spied someone sitting
toward the middle of the plane in one of the window seats, the passenger no
doubt. He sighed inwardly, he hoped she didn’t expect him to keep her company
during the flight. He hated social chit chat, even when he had to do it for
business. He was just about to offer a quick hello and let her know if she needed
anything just ask Pilar.
His words wouldn’t come out. The woman
was leaning forward, a mop of short curly hair adorned her head, her face
turned toward the wing of the plane so away from him. His first thought was
pleasure, at least she wasn’t bald and he liked the short curls the way they
caught the early rays of the sun tinting it red, gold, and brown. He wondered
if they’d be soft to the touch. What the
Just as he drew in breath she turned, for
some reason he forgot to let the air out of his lungs. He didn’t know if he
blinked or not but suddenly the plane, even the woman in front of him
disappeared and he stood before a lake. No longer did he hear the soft hum of
classical music piped through the sound system, in fact he was no longer even
on the plane.
The sun was just setting, casting its
shadowy fire to dance upon rippling waves. He stood at the edge of a lake, he’d
been there before yet how could he? He stared hard as the ripples it looked
like real flames blazing across the surface then the flames slowed, dying down,
revealing for him the reflection of a woman. He spun around thinking she stood
behind him, but he must have blinked because he was back on the plane. Staring
at the features of the woman whose reflection was that of the woman in the
water, but this one was of flesh and bone. What
The creation of the Guardian Agents started with White
Most authors are asked how did you come up with that idea?
Or why did you do that? So I thought I’d talk about what started me down the
path of the Guardian Agency Novel. First of all it really was just supposed to
be one book, Ross and Shanna’s story but it wasn’t long before I realized I had
3 different stories to tell starting with White Wedding.
The first thing readers should know is that as crazy as some
of the things happening in White Wedding seems, a lot of it actually happened
or close enough. I of course took certain liberties hehehehehe.
The title White Wedding was a nod to the Billy Idol song as
well as crazy frazzled brides. How many times have you watched a show where the
bride has cold feet and at the first opportunity bolts from the church just
before she says her I dos? Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride climbs out a window
to get away from her groom, at least Shanna ran through the front doors of the
church to get away after her groom after he was discovered kissing his best
man. She didn’t even stop to give him a slap, her mom did it for her. Lol
I had her run off to the island of Margarita, a real place,
it’s actually part of Venezuela. I was looking for some place exotic that
wasn’t Jamaica or the Bahamas. I spent a week in Margarita, days after a
military coup, fodder for another story. Anyway, I loved the place and that was
my setting for Shanna and Ross’s vacation fling.
Once Shanna got back to town shit hit the fan with hang up
phone calls. How many of you have gotten hang up phone calls? At the time I was
getting these hang up calls and the caller ID would flash ‘number blocked’ or
‘out of area’ so of course I used it in my story. It was a telemarketer whose automated
program had been stuck. Sometimes I’d answer and there was a recording other
times it was just static and beeping. The phone company hadn’t been much help,
I managed to write that into my story. I had also had a friend with a crazy ex who
would call her and hang up just to irate her. I use inspiration wherever I find
I created the dichotomy of a threesome in the story because I
read a couple of books in the genre at the time and knew someone going through
it. She accepted that type of relationship, and today talks about it quite
openly but that’s her story to tell. Anyway, in White Wedding Shanna was having
nothing to do with it, my story was about Shanna and Ross their relationship. I
decided to make her ex-fiancé have issues, he wasn’t so much a really bad guy
just desperate and lacking in judgment when it came to Shanna. And the
character Ben, just plain exercised poor judgment, not to mention jealousy over
Shanna, since Kevin really did love her.
As far as the crazy scene at the end, lol, ever been in an
earthquake? Lol I have more than once. I knew I wanted to add an earthquake
scene, how chaotic it can be, which is why I set it in LA. I used to live
there. The funny thing is since I first wrote White Wedding I could have set it
in Washington, DC. I happened to be in DC when there was an earthquake. I was
on the 8th floor of an apartment building the building began to
shake as I stood in horror staring out the window watching as bricks fell off
the side of a building. Fodder perhaps for yet another story. Hmmm.
So there you have it. The background for some of the more
pivotal scenes in White Wedding. After that Something Blue about a singer with
a stalker was a piece of cake. Lol I wanted the heroine, River to have a long standing
connection to both the stalker and her hero, Noah, to make it slightly
different from other singer bodyguard storylines. In Wine & Roses I wanted
to show that sometimes what you see is not always what you see with Eboni and Simon’s
The idea for this story began with a random casual conversation with someone who had once been a prison guard. And me being me totally ran away with that thought and an idea was born. What if a male guard fell in love with a female prisoner and as a result they have a child? All the while she's incarcerated. But again me being me I didn't want to focus on the obvious consequences of their actions but I wanted my story to focus on the child and how events that happened before his birth affects him later in life. And so The Prison Guard's Son was born. I hope you enjoy the story of Pike & Eryn.
“Now Sol. She’s an adult. There’s no harm
in mixing, business with pleasure as long as both
parties can separate the two
and understand it’s for our mutual benefit.” I know I’d done it before and
planned on doing it again. Soon.
“Not when this one can come back and bite
you in the ass. Not kidding Pike. She comes from an influential family. If they
ever decide to go against you in court, pretty much on anything, you would
“Noted. Now, stop worrying. I promise, if
anything happens between us I’ll make sure she understands it has nothing to do
with business.” It was true. I keep my business separate from my personal,
because I never allow any woman I ever sleep with to get personal. Other than
the physical. That only last one night. I want no expectations and let any
woman I sleep with know that from the first.
If they couldn’t deal then it didn’t happen.
And yeah, so what if I’ve slept with most any woman that attracts me and some
that I’ve worked with in the past? It was never more than once. I always tell
them, if they can’t handle it let me know up front and it won’t happen. Only
once did I ever have to replace my publicist because she didn’t believe my one night rule. Then again, it was not
even for one night. I never spent the night with a woman. Ever. I preferred waking up alone.
Women got ideas when they fall asleep
with you wrapped around them, or they you. So no…not going there. Not giving
them that impression at all. Still, I instinctively knew, Eryn would take some
work. Yet, in the end, I would get what I want. I always did. And from the
moment she stared at me…I wanted her.