Eden Glenn - Wagon's Ho!

If you've followed me today, I thank you. I feel like a great explorer in this adventure of life and writing erotic fiction. Perhaps somewhat of a pioneer in some regards.

Now onward to the future. I think of Captain Piccard on the bridge of the enterprise standing regal and proud he points his two fingers forward and says in that marvelous accent says "Engage"

That is where I feel like I am. I wish I could pull it off as well as Captain Piccard does.

I hope you will be with me for future releases of The Amethyst Desire Collection. I can promise you many happy endings. Some contemporary, some paranormal. Some F/F, some M/M, Some menage either M/F/M or M/M/F or F/M/F or F/F/M. A whole collection of alphabet soup! LOL.

And I am not finished with the dragon world where the fae reside that we've glimpsed in Dar'kind Promises and Dragon's Unbound. Remember to Leave Your Safe World Behind.

So, until we have our next chat, look me up on FB and my website. Where you'll find Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page.

Until then,

Engage!

Eden Glenn- There be Dragons

I didn't want to promise anything outside that aggressive schedule with the Amethyst Desire Collections. However, there were two men at the end of Dar'kind Promises that were screaming for their story to be told. Haydn and Rhys. I had to give them their happy ending.

They are dragon shifters and undeniably very outspoken. Their story has been contracted with Rebel Ink Press for a release perhaps in May. Carl will no doubt work his magic on the cover design.

Here is

Dragon's Unbound

Blurb Draft:

Haydn’s found refuge on the earth side of the barrier in the home of the healer, Isobeau. Trapped in the shadows of his past he works to demonstrate his gratitude through service to her cause. He denies himself comfort and pleasures offered by his freedom from the abuse of the Telihedran, a warrior class of dragon shifters from his home dimension WyrmArach.

Rhys is immediately attracted to Haydn. He desires to help the younger man embrace his new life. Unfortunately, Haydn seems stuck, unable to grasp the happiness he craves. Rhys fears Haydn’s continued self-loathing will prevent any possibility of their future together.

They are rejected as an abomination by the head 'Watcher' on the Earth Dimension side of the veil.Drastic measures may be necessary to convince Haydn of his worth and Rhys unconditional love for him.

Events in their world are spinning out of control with the emergence of a human as Dragon Guardian. When they both discover they share a secret that may tear apart the leadership of their society. It will take a miracle to overcome the obstacles between them. Haydn must face the choice to remain trapped by his past or to let go and accept all Rhys offers.

Eden Glenn - Goals and Focus

Along about this time in my author career with Rebel Ink Press, I knew I needed a plan, some goals and focus. I'd created The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp, Raynia's Magic and Dar'kind Promises. 

I'd began my career with RIP in 2011 and here it was Fall of 2012 coming into 2013 and I'd only those releases on my resume.

My editor again challenged me to figure out a plan for more frequent releases. So, I revisited my thoughts on Raynia's Magic. When the story ended I knew there were potentially more stories with the necklace featured as a key element.

I created a proposal that outlined about 7 to 9 stories that would release almost every other month. Another, what was I thinking moment in the making.

The first story in the Amethyst Desire Collection goes back to that anchor. The second volume is due to release April 17, 2013.

My what if-ing went to work again. Each what if led to the next. Raynia returns the stone to the shop at the end of her story. That's what opened the door for continued stories. Nothing came to mind when I finished her story but I knew the doorway existed.

I thought what if the clerk at Salynne's Crystals and Thyme accidently put the gem in her pocket in a thoughtless moment and ended up taking it home. And what if she'd always had a crush on her neighbor but didn't know what to do about it. She's a little shy perhaps. And what if once she discovered she had the necklace in her pocket, she tried it on in a carefree moment. And what if that necklace clasp wouldn't come undone once she had it on?

The result?

Beverly's Secret TBR 04/17/13

Carl Franklin produced another outstanding cover.

Beverly Carter, clerk at Salynne’s Crystal’s and Thyme, could have sworn she placed the amethyst necklace in the display cabinet. How did the gem end up in her pocket? She’d have to take it back to work in the morning and explain her mistake to the shop owner.

Trying the necklace on for just a moment couldn’t hurt anything, right? When the clasp won’t release, she has to call on her next-door neighbor, Makala Reynaud, for help. Makala’s a woman Beverly is very attracted to but hasn’t had the courage to approach. She hasn’t figured out how to confess her interest without outing herself prematurely. Bev’s pretty sure the woman is a lesbian, too. But what if she’s wrong? So Beverly’s stuck, just as stuck as the damn necklace.

Makala’s red lips were just too tempting, too perfect, too close. Stealing a kiss could open a door to disaster instead of the closet on her sexual preference. Yet, the way Makala accepted the kiss and returned it with unabashed enthusiasm blew that door off its hinges.

When the two women spend the night talking and exploring sex every way and everywhere possible in Makala’s small apartment, Beverly has to wonder if the rumors about the necklace are true. Was this some kind of spell that might only last the night? Or could this be the beginning of something magical?

Eden Glenn - Funny thing about the Cat!

Some of the inspiration for Dar'kind Promises came in the form of visual images.

Yes, Funny thing about the Cat in Dar'kind Promises. I own the little orange tabby that makes it appearance as Zelia's Earth Dimension form. So, in a way my little kitty inspired aspects of this story.

She, and a bit of art that was a dark fairy.  I considered that we always think of the light as the fair and good.  In my world the dark fae folk are the good

Those images of the kitten, the dark fairy and a predatory cat started the story. This is a Caracal cat. This inspired Zelia's predatory cat personna.  However, I wanted it to be unique.

Image, Dreamstime.com for inspiration only

So I, with the assistance of my oldest daughter. Lynne Marcello Photography, she made my Caracal cat, Clouded Leopard combination come to life. Spotted but with tufts on the ears and cheeks.

The fruits of all this labor can be seen in the book trailer. All my stories have book trailers I created. You can find them at my website, www.edenglenn.com or on my amazon page.

So that's a little behind the scenes tid bit for that story.

Eden Glenn - Trust of Promise (R)

I'd always considered myself a paranormal erotic romance writer. Yet my first work was a m/m historic erotic romance and my send was a contemporary menage erotic romance. Not too much paranormal going on in my career thus far. LOL. The menage story of course had that little hint that maybe the amethyst was magical. I left that up to the reader to decide in the end was it? wasn't it? One of the characters... a clerk in Salynne's Crystals and Thyme said the magic was in the woman not the stone.

Now this next story was a F/F Paranormal Erotic Romance. That's a little off the beaten path for me. I'd not considered writing a Female Female erotic story. My editor at Rebel Ink Press challenged me to write this story. She said some really kind flattering things about my writing. I gushed, danced and spun around at least twice upon reading her words in the email she'd sent back with the revisions for The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp. In part she suggested that I try my pen at a Female Female romance. Oh dear! I'd agreed before I knew what I was getting myself into. I pitched a loose proposal for the story and went to work.

My life underwent some dramatic changes and in moments I wondered if I would ever finish this story.

So along the way I had a lot of time to reflect on promises and the sacred trust that a promise should be. I always remember the phrase, "A promise is a promise and a deal's a deal." I don't even know where that came from. Buried in my brain from childhood.


Anyway, I created a race of fae folk where their promise was irrevocable. Naturally they didn't make promises lightly since they were such a sacred bond. "Dar'kind Promises" was born.

Blurb:

Darkind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.

Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they’re unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost.

Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.

Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Meanwhile, Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

Carl Frankin Graphic God at work again.

(Zelia learns that Maura is her mate)

This? This Dar’kind Fae person was her Divalent? The one she would bond with on a metaphysical level? Zelia always thought eventually a strong enough warrior would trigger this response somewhat hoping all along the overpowering mate bond wouldn’t happen for her. The responsibility was intimidating and she resisted it. Balls.

The warrior Imal slept with her on and off for months. He probably hoped screwing her would trigger the process, thereby increasing his power and status in the community. She’d settled for him after a fashion. Why this Fae person? Why now? Were the fates so cruel to make her destined mate a Dar’kind Fairy? And a female one at that? The two of them weren’t even the same species.

Maura murmured in her sleep again and rustled the covers with twitching legs. The spiciness of her scent drove the message home. Without question this delicate looking, tough as iron Dar’kind Fairy was the one she had waited for, yet dreaded all her life. A life mate to bind with for all her days until Goddess took her breath back. Zelia remained mesmerized and repulsed all at the same time.

She didn’t smell like someone to dread. She smelled delicious, warm, and sexy. But one of the Fae folk? Fricken disaster looking for a place to land. Apparently, right in her lap was the choice of the day.

Zelia wanted to explore the soft curls at the juncture of the Fairy’s thighs and slide her fingers between the folds of delicate skin to stroke the woman to climax. She’d been in the desert too long in predator form. She’d neglected the needs of her human flesh. Restless hunger and need rode her. No, Zelia was not going to allow herself to have sex with one of those people. This Fae person was an assignment, nothing more.

Prepare to leave your safe world behind.

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Eden Glenn - Finding A Publishing Home

I am honored to be part of the Rebel Ink Press Team. I came to them in 2011 almost on a lark. The RIP team had put out a call for anthology stories for a Halloween release of twisted tales. One of my favorite halloween stories was the Headless Horseman. It scared me spitless as a child. I knew immediately that I wanted to put my own spin on that time honored classic in the twisted tales. To me a halloween collection wouldn't be complete without visiting that one. Fortunately, RIP team liked my proposal and I go the go ahead to write the story.

Many of my stories start creation as a little kernel of "what if" in my imagination. This one rolled out and was so much fun to write. In the final stages I needed a location for my twisted tale to take place and I needed a title. One of my flaws is I am horrible at titles. We called this 'The Horseman story' for the longest time.

A friend, Melissa King and I sat with out laptops researching for a location. She found are area in Bridgewater, Mass that is known for its strange happenings. It's even called the Bridgewater Triangle and contains the Hockomock Swamp.

We both recognized the possibilities and in an instant of brilliant creation, The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp was born.

See what you think of the result of my what if game. Later RIP broke the story out of the anthology and Carl Franklin gave it this awesome cover to publish it as a stand alone. This story began my involvement with RIP and I found a publishing home when I least expected it.

The Galloping Ghoul rides each full moon, exacting revenge by frightening those who tormented his past. By day, he is one of the town people, Nathaniel Hawkins, an affluent entrepreneur. He identifies with Ike Sandhill, a government surveyor, and wants to protect him from the same thugs who drove Nathaniel to revenge. Ike goes to the extreme to prove to everyone how straight laced he is. He pursues Misty VonMix with the intention of marriage. Nathaniel doesn't know how to confess his desire without driving Ike away. He comes up with a plan of seduction. Before the night is over Ike discovers things about himself he always knew, yet denied.  

excerpt:

Massachusetts, 1790

            Somewhere in the Bridgewater Triangle, old wives tell tales in hushed tones about strange lights in the sky and the Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp. They say the specter rides on the night of the full moon. They don’t know what drives him to haunt unsuspecting travelers. Those who’ve crossed his path flee in fear for their lives. If the victims know why he rides, they never say.

***

. . .

Nathaniel drew closer in the deadly race. The gap closed but not fast enough and his heart jolted when the tired animal stumbled.

“Socrates!” Ike shouted the encouragement to his floundering steed.

Nathaniel struggled to rescue Ike from himself. He didn’t have time to calculate a fancy plan. He just needed one that would work. His options were limited but inspiration with a dose of blind luck seldom failed him. He threw back the cloak of his headless ghoul disguise, surprised the costume survived the mad race. The muskmelon head he carried to aid his full moon revelry would be forfeit. “Mother luck, do not fail me now.” Nathaniel lobbed the ball shaped fruit at Ike’s ridiculous hat  to save the life of the man he’d benefactored, secretly lusted after and suspected he loved.

He watched in horror as the horse hit the mud. Simultaneously the horse stumbled into the muck and the melon impacted Ike’s head sending the man tumbling ass over ears into a thicket of bushes. Pulling on Augustus’ reins, Nathaniel jumped while his horse slid to a stop. He leaped to the ground as the wretched Socrates miraculously scrambled to safety on the opposite bank of bog.

Nathaniel collapsed to his knees by Ike, unmindful of the sharp sting of sticks slicing thru his britches. Prickly bramble bushes had cushioned the surveyor’s fall. Nathaniel’s shaky hand quested for a pulse and calmed at the pounding rhythm of life under his fingers. He untangled Ike from the vines, fighting to inflict minimal damage from the biting briers.

. . .

Augustus stood patiently while Nathaniel hoisted Ike’s lanky frame up into the saddle and mounted behind to support his unconscious burden. The flight brought them to the borders of Nathaniel’s estate.

“Time to go home, Augustus.”

Nathaniel’s pulse pounded at the proximity of Ike in the saddle, his head resting on Nathaniel’s shoulder. How badly he wanted to brush the wayward lock of golden hair back from the man’s brow. No more hiding. Before the night was over Nathaniel would be sure Ike Sandhill knew his full intentions. He couldn’t go on in this limbo half-life watching from afar. By dawn, they would both be changed men. He prayed he could convince Ike to take what he had to offer, to take a chance, to take something, anything from him.

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Eden Glenn, Thank you for inviting me.

Thank you for inviting me to participate in this party today! I'm so thrilled to be here to share with readers and have a chance to chat and visit about some of my stories.

I love to hear some of the behind the scenes things when I watch movies. Sometimes the 'extras' are my favorite parts. So today, I'm going to share some of my own 'behind the scenes' things with you about my stories and books. Stay tuned for some of those 'secrets'! Okay, enough of the annoying " " 's LOL.

However, for me those slices of life about my favorite authors are very precious and I enjoy learning more about the real person behind the pen names. Are you game for it?

I will check in as I can throughout the day and answer any questions that come up.

First, I live in the mountains of Tennessee.  Chattanooga is my base of operations. Yet, a number of my stories are set in North Florida. I am a Florida girl born and bred. I started my world building when I lived in rural North Florida so I was very familiar with the environment that my characters sprung out of.

Eden Glenn
www.edenglenn.com

Eden Glenn - And then came Valentines Day (R)

So my next project for RIP came in the form of a Valentines Anthology. I'd had such a wonderful experience with the company for the first story, while was still in anthology form that I happily submitted a proposal for their Valentines Anthology. Again, they liked the pitch and I went to work writing.

Later once the story was complete they didn't feel it was a complete fit for the anthology. Don't ask me why it I hadn't thought to branch out and ask RIP about stand alone work. I was in the groove for the anthology mode and perhaps a lack of confidence? You could have knocked me over with a feather when they suggested just taking "Raynia's Magic" and making it a stand alone story with it's own cover. I was thrilled.

This story was inspired by an object. I'd picked up the amethyst necklace talked about in the story on a lark. I love costume jewelry and stones, or crystals have a special beauty for me. To think of a geode growing in the earth and producing this beautiful gem hidden within a round lump of rock is nothing short of amazing to me.

The story unrolled fairly quickly. One Saturday afternoon I think I wrote five or six thousand words of the story. Now before you hate me for that fire of creativity. LOL.  It took almost a year to complete the story and flesh out the edges. It sat simmering on a back burner for a long long time.

When I pitched this kernel to RIP I had to wrestle the story to ground and make it come out at what we know as "Raynia's Magic". At the end of the story I knew I had laid the ground work for future stories with the necklace center stage. I left it to the reader to decide if the necklace contained any magic or not.

Take a look

Carl Franklin, Graphic Artist worked his magic again for this cover. I saw the girl and instantly recognized her as my heroine Raynia. He's a genius.

Raynia Castellano is drawn to purchase an amethyst pendant as an impulse buy but not before the clerk assures Raynia the magic is in the woman, not the necklace that seems to call to her. And given Raynia has just left an adulterous ex-husband and has recently settled into a law practice with her oh so sexy and oh so apparently gay law partners, surely a little magic is required. 

excerpt

Just the view of Raynia’s Marilyn Monroe curves awakened his cock and started an inevitable hard-on. As she turned for her office, the view of her heart shaped ass finished stiffening his erection to a painful thickness trapped in his briefs.

The side door of his and Chase’s connecting offices opened and his partner watched him with a grin and similar evidence in the form of a tented crotch in his trousers.

 “I can’t suffer like this much longer.” He pulled out the chair and sat down, adjusting his pants and cock to a less uncomfortable position.

Chase leaned in the opening of the door. “You’re the one who had the bright idea to let her think we’re gay.”

Chase pushed away from the doorframe and crossed the room to lean over Peter’s chair. He punctuated his words with forefinger jabs to Peter’s chest. “Yes, well our little butterfly is emerging and if we don’t do something soon another bee is going to be dipping into that honey.”

Peter slapped Chase’s hand away. “Didn’t anyone ever brief you on the concept of metaphors and explain--what you do with them should be grounds for incarceration.” 

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Eden Glenn Saying Thank you for a Wonderful Party

Thank you Goddess Fish for a wonderful fun day. I've enjoyed visiting with old friends, making new friends. It's been fun.

What is ahead and after the next for Eden Glenn you ask?  I'm working on edits for a full length novel that I've called "Dragon's Mark" as a working title.  I haven't found just the right title yet.  There is always a method to my madness. LOL.  There are other shorts knocking at my mind.

This has inspired some thought.  A beautiful art piece.

And this perhaps another story.

Kiernan and Isobeau will be in the novel, working title "Dragon's Soul" it is a Work in Progress

Oh and this picture. Doesn't she speak to you?

I hope I will always have a story to tell that is interesting, makes you laugh, think or feel that warm tingly feeling.  LOL.  

Eden Glenn, What Comes Next?

So dear friends...I've shared a few things today that have inspired stories What is next for Eden Glenn?

I am working on a piece that was inspired by these three things.  1. This beautiful piece of art.

My Character Maura the Dar'kind fairy

Also this real creature

Zelia the shapeshifting tracker's predatory shape

And my cat.....

The shape the old wizardess gives Zelia to help her "hide" in this dimension.

Don't you love how Peyton (my cat) is laying on pages that need my editing attention?  

"Darkind Promises" came out of  of the mix, an erotic F/F paranormal romance.  This pitch was the result

Dar'kind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.

Maura distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, struggles to stay focused on their quest.If they are unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope is lost for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together.

Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.

Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found with Maura if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

Excerpt (Draft)

…Verruca considered her handiwork. The cat’s eyes seemed over large for its face. Perhaps it was just the surprise at the transformation.

“No, no, no better but still not completely right.” The wizardess flipped through pages of a book. “Cat’s the size you are now are pets in the Earth Dimension. However, the color is all wrong. There are no house cats with the odd spotted pattern of your fur. Fuss and bother.”

She lay the book down on the table by her hip, studying a picture from the pages. “Now, that color will do nicely. I’ll just have to add another layer to the spell.” She paused to reassure her feline companion. “It will be fine.” Then shrugged, reconsidering. “It should be fine.” She checked the book one more time, clapped her hands and pronounced “Orange Tabby.” The dark spots on the animal’s creamy tan fur stretched, elongated and ran into a pattern of strips that swirled around becoming orangish color on the cat’s fur.

The crone walked around the animal looking down at her handiwork. “Yes this will do, quite satisfactory, if I do say so myself.”

The cat spoke for the first time. “Satisfactory?” The animal’s voice sounded like it emanated from the bottom of a well, a remote, shrunken sound that modulated through a range of helium-induced tones. “This is far from satis-factory, you cronish hack.”

“Now now, don’t get your fur in a twist you’ll get a hair ball or something.” She put her long index finger against her lips and breathed a “shhh” sound against them.

The cat let out a plaintive yawoll.

The wizardess scooped up the cat, dropping her into an oversized shopping bag. “Hush now, I can’t have one of the Solidarian see me leave here with a suspicious looking earth dimension animal.” An angry muffled meow answered from the bag making the old wizardess chuckle.

Zelia had no idea the ride she was in for. No problem, it would make a woman out of her. She was too comfortable in feline form. Verruca often wondered if Zelia would just go feral, and live in the jungle. The tracker had known hunting and loss, causing her to pack away her softer emotions. Human form had only revealed her weakness. She used it on her rare visits to civilization to scratch her itch with the warrior, Imal. While he was a tasty diversion, Zelia was deserving of so much more. Verrucca smiled. Time to knock her out of her comfort zone, and maybe in doing so she might find balance, perhaps even a chance for real happiness.

I hope my editor at Rebel Ink Press enjoys the finished product.  I'm in final edits now. 

And yes, for my readers that are getting little glimpses of my dragon world. This story also has a glimmer of tie in like "Raynia's Magic" as our two female characters are from the same alternate dimension as our Dragon shifters in (WIP working title) Dragon's Mark.  So, look forward to this release hopefully later in 2012.  

The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp by Eden Glenn

Well, dear friends.
Continuing with the theme of sharing how my wacky imagination works. This story came about like a flash. Rebel Ink Press put out the call for shorts for an anthology they were doing on twisted tales due to come out in time for Halloween.  I knew I wanted to participate and what's the classic halloween story if not the headless horseman?  That was the launch point. A "What if?" followed by "What If?" and another "What IF?" and there you have it.

Rebel Ink Press has been gracious enough to publish this story under it's own cover. What a Brilliant cover it is!

Blurb:

The Galloping Ghoul rides each full moon, exacting revenge by frightening those who tormented his past. By day, he is one of the town people, Nathaniel Hawkins, an affluent entrepreneur. He identifies with Ike Sandhill, a government surveyor, and wants to protect him from the same thugs who drove Nathaniel to revenge. Ike goes to the extreme to prove to everyone how straight laced he is. He pursues Misty VonMix with the intention of marriage. Nathaniel doesn't know how to confess his desire without driving Ike away. He comes up with a plan of seduction. Before the night is over Ike discovers things about himself he always knew, yet denied.  

(DRAFT)

Massachusetts, 1790

            Somewhere in the Bridgewater Triangle, old wives tell tales in hushed tones about strange lights in the sky and the Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp. They say the specter rides on the night of the full moon. They don’t know what drives him to haunt unsuspecting travelers. Those who’ve crossed his path flee in fear for their lives. If the victims know why he rides, they never say.

***

. . .

Nathaniel drew closer in the deadly race. The gap closed but not fast enough and his heart jolted when the tired animal stumbled.

“Socrates!” Ike shouted the encouragement to his floundering steed.

Nathaniel struggled to rescue Ike from himself. He didn’t have time to calculate a fancy plan. He just needed one that would work. His options were limited but inspiration with a dose of blind luck seldom failed him. He threw back the cloak of his headless ghoul disguise, surprised the costume survived the mad race. The muskmelon head he carried to aid his full moon revelry would be forfeit. “Mother luck, do not fail me now.” Nathaniel lobbed the ball shaped fruit at Ike’s ridiculous hat  to save the life of the man he’d benefactored, secretly lusted after and suspected he loved.

He watched in horror as the horse hit the mud. Simultaneously the horse stumbled into the muck and the melon impacted Ike’s head sending the man tumbling ass over ears into a thicket of bushes. Pulling on Augustus’ reins, Nathaniel jumped while his horse slid to a stop. He leaped to the ground as the wretched Socrates miraculously scrambled to safety on the opposite bank of bog.

Nathaniel collapsed to his knees by Ike, unmindful of the sharp sting of sticks slicing thru his britches. Prickly bramble bushes had cushioned the surveyor’s fall. Nathaniel’s shaky hand quested for a pulse and calmed at the pounding rhythm of life under his fingers. He untangled Ike from the vines, fighting to inflict minimal damage from the biting briers.

. . .

Augustus stood patiently while Nathaniel hoisted Ike’s lanky frame up into the saddle and mounted behind to support his unconscious burden. The flight brought them to the borders of Nathaniel’s estate.

“Time to go home, Augustus.”

Nathaniel’s pulse pounded at the proximity of Ike in the saddle, his head resting on Nathaniel’s shoulder. How badly he wanted to brush the wayward lock of golden hair back from the man’s brow. No more hiding. Before the night was over Nathaniel would be sure Ike Sandhill knew his full intentions. He couldn’t go on in this limbo half-life watching from afar. By dawn, they would both be changed men. He prayed he could convince Ike to take what he had to offer, to take a chance, to take something, anything from him.

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Raynia's Magic by Eden Glenn (R rated Promo & Excerpt)

Okay, I promised you a glimpse into how I think about things and what inspires me. This was it for "Raynia's Magic"

I was looking at necklaces with a purple slab of agate stone, amethyst like in nature. From touching the object a story seed took off in my imagination and Raynia's Magic was born. Raynia's Magic ties into a full length novel I have as a work in progress.  Raynia is one of the customers in the store Salynne's Crystals and Thyme. She has a cameo appearance as an unnamed customer in the work in progress.  Thinking about her touching the stone made it all come together for this novellette telling her story. 

Blurb:

Raynia's Magic

Raynia Castellano is drawn to purchase an amethyst pendant as an impulse buy but not before the clerk assures Raynia the magic is in the woman, not the necklace that seems to call to her. And given Raynia has just left an adulterous ex-husband and has recently settled into a law practice with her oh so sexy and oh so apparently gay law partners, surely a little magic is required. 

Excerpt:

Just the view of Raynia’s Marilyn Monroe curves awakened his cock and started an inevitable hard-on. As she turned for her office, the view of her heart shaped ass finished stiffening his erection to a painful thickness trapped in his briefs.

The side door of his and Chase’s connecting offices opened and his partner watched him with a grin and similar evidence in the form of a tented crotch in his trousers.

 “I can’t suffer like this much longer.” He pulled out the chair and sat down, adjusting his pants and cock to a less uncomfortable position.

Chase leaned in the opening of the door. “You’re the one who had the bright idea to let her think we’re gay.”

Chase pushed away from the doorframe and crossed the room to lean over Peter’s chair. He punctuated his words with forefinger jabs to Peter’s chest. “Yes, well our little butterfly is emerging and if we don’t do something soon another bee is going to be dipping into that honey.”

Peter slapped Chase’s hand away. “Didn’t anyone ever brief you on the concept of metaphors and explain--what you do with them should be grounds for incarceration.”

I hope you will enjoy the humor, erotic enjoyment and a touch of suspense in this novellette. 

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Eden Glenn Erotic Romance Author, Accidently?

Hello all you Goddess Fish Fans.

I am an erotic romance author and I come by that avocation, accidently. I started writing when I was sick with cancer in 2005. Yea! I am a survivor. My first epic is a science fiction romance and virtually unreadable, unprintable and incoherent. LOL But that first fledgling product helped me believe in happy endings... in a time that was scarce and empty of promise. It also in a round about way brought me to Romance Writers of America and an association with a group of wonderful men and women writing genre' fiction. Those friend encouraged me to continue writing and never give up.

At my very first romance writers chapter meeting in Florida I was asked "What do you write?" I thought the obvious answer was romance??? However, that was the beginning of a long journey understanding all the divisions and subgenre divisions and genre blending divisions.  It is enough to make your head spin.

I always thought I wrote paranormal romance.  Funny thing. My two published works with Rebel Ink Press are anything but paranormal.  "The Galloping Ghoul of Hockomock Swamp" is actually an erotic m/m historic romance and "Raynia's Magic" is an erotic contemporary menage romance. LOL Okay, a common thread is the erotic part. My stories have a common theme of being about relationships that aren't your typical fair and dip into exploring the erotic natures of my characters.

People often ask about my creative process and where I gain inspiration. I think that is a polite way of asking where in the world I come up with some of these bizarre stories. Doubt me? Some evening, chatting over wine ask me about the story lurking around in my head about the hero with two penises.  He is alien of course.

Shhh, the secret is? I never know what will inspire me. I'll tell you what helped the two short Novellette stories Rebel Ink Press has published in a little bit.

For now, I make my home in the mountains of Tennessee. I love it here. I miss my Florida Friends terrible. I'm working on making friends here. I am happily exploring the area and riding my motorcycle. I am excited about the possibilities of possiblities.