In the Harem

A Loving Tryst #ScintillatingSunday

"Love and magic have a great deal in common.

They enrich the soul,

Delight the heart,

And they both take practice."

Nora Roberts 

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 A Loving Tryst

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

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Excerpt:

Oscar, my temporary ‘big brother’ had spent the night with me before my departure to London and Europe. It had been a sad parting since we disliked the thought of not seeing each other for the next few weeks. We did our best to keep ourselves in good spirits when we said our goodbyes the following morning. As much as Oscar did not welcome the idea of spending our holidays separately and me going with my Valet, he donned a brave face and wished me an enjoyable vacation; reminding us that I would be on his mind throughout our time apart. As much as I wanted to spend the holidays with Oscar, I had responsibilities to fulfill: spending a little time in London with Uncle James and the rest of the 2 and half weeks with Andy, and visiting our professor friends, Ludwig and Oberon, in Baden Württemberg, Germany. I had also promised Andy to visit his parents in Vaduz, on Christmas and Boxing Day.

The evening after my saviors rescued me from the horrific clutches of the robbers, we had spent the night sleeping together on the same bed. None of my 3 'bears' wanted me alone. I was petrified during the frightening assault and was glad my protectors were next to me on either side as if they were guarding a precious jewel. Andy had washed and cleaned me in a hot bath before wrapping his cozy red and black checked flannel bathrobe around my shivering body. He tucked me between Ludwig, Oberon and him in the king-size bed. Sandwiched between my 3 sexy 'bears,' their warmth radiating from their naked bodies, I felt safe. Wrapped in Andy's hairy chest a peaceful loving sensation fell across my tired eyes before sensual and sexual thoughts began drifting through my mind. The evening's excitements were too terrifying and I was lucky to be saved by these 3 hunky angels now keeping watch, holding and caring for my safety. Their masculinity aroused as I held tightly onto my lover while his intoxicating scent drifted up my nostrils. Before long my Valet had lowered his face to mine, gently kissing my longing lips and desiring mouth. Surrendering to his loving touch, I was grateful for his protection.

Oberon lay against my back, his muscular hands wrapped around my slender waist, and his palms began inching towards my throbbing erection. His blonde pubic hair gliding against my backside, I couldn’t resist tilting my lower back towards my rescuer's groin, his erection sliding against my opening. Feeling his breath on the back of my neck, he stuck his tongue out and lapped at my ear lobes. The erotic sensations were too tantalizing for the three of us. Turning on my back, I offered access to Oberon’s wet lips, nibbling on my ears. Moving slowly down my left nipple the blonde angel munched, licked and ate at my tiny nob until it resembled a little ripe cheery on top of a delicious cake.

Andy, imitating the blonde's actions on my other side, caused me to moan in rapturous ecstasies in the quiet night. Ludwig, having lowered himself between my legs, was busy lapping, eating and nibbling at my globes before plunging his mouth on my straining erection. Delighted to repay my saviors, I gave myself willingly to their loving caresses. That night, the ‘bears’ and I took turns making love with each other, happily surrendering to each other’s tantalizing touches, not wanting these ecstatic sensations to end. We copulated many times over until the wee hours before succumbing to sleep in each other's embrace. I was indeed the luckiest boy at Das Jagdhaus that winter’s evening.

 We did not leave the comfort of the bed until late afternoon. The beauty of our endless lovemaking was too invigorating to get out of bed to into the cold of Tübingen city for nourishment. But our tummies needed feeding, so we reluctantly left the comfort of the King and showered together under a blanket of warm tinkling water in our host's spacious bathroom. The closeness of our nakedness was too irresistible for us not to make love again. The entanglements of our body parts too titillating to forgo another intimate session, and we continued where we left off on the King. 

It seems I could never repay my saviors enough. Longing to please every part of their enticing bodies, I went to town sucking and suckling their engorged ‘lollipops,’ which were pointing at my face. Each mouthful was as yummy as the next. We took turns wrapping our lips and mouths on each other’s length, savoring every drop of our oozing liquid while warm aqua rained down our dripping heads. None of us wanted these intoxicating simulations to end as we rotated in front of each other, savoring the human ‘bratwurst’ delicacies offered us. Leaning against the shower wall, I gave myself to my angels; tilting my longing sex towards their engorged organs as they mounted their faun with passionate devotions. Before long they were sowing their juicy seeds within my sweet offering. I wanted them, I needed them and I loved them; I was eager to reward my heroes with love and gratitude for their unwavering grace.

From the Back Cover:

Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother’ and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy’s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch’s controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places”.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.

 

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

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"Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review

By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015

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My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.

In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.

Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.

What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.

I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.

 

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An interview with Author Marcia Carrington

Author: Marcia Carrington

Latest/current work: EARLE’S GRAND DESPAIR

Released Date: November 12, 2015 

Young: Tell us about your Latest Book? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser?

Marcia Carrington (M.C.): Thank you so much for having me on your blog today Bernard.

My latest release, EARLE’S GRAND DESPAIR, is a Christmas romance novelette which was released on November 12, 2015. Here’s the synopsis for readers:

Earle Kramer visits Enchante restaurant awaiting the arrival of his fiancée Bonita, primed to announce some wonderful news to her. When Bonita leaves Earle via cell phone text message, he is devastated, and does not know what to do. Another patron at the restaurant that same evening experiences a similar predicament to Earle.

Ria Carnette is also left in the lurch by her fiancé Alain, who does not show up at all at the restaurant. She later discovers a letter from Alain regarding their separation at home, which leaves her heartbroken.

The plights of Earle and Ria are viewed with sympathy by caring Enchante restaurant owner Harland, who does his best to encourage Earle and Ria to get together, seeing their mutual, if tentative interest in one another. Will Harland's best attempts to connect Earle and Ria fail, or will his intuition about their compatibility prove wonderfully correct?

Young: What other books/short stories have you written?

M.C.: I have written nineteen other works, ranging from a full-length YA novel, THE GREAT HIGH SCHOOL LOVE GAME, to novellas such as HARVEY HANDSOME, BRANDY’S SUMMER IDOL and MARK’S PASSIONATE HEART, to novelettes such as PATRICIA’S HOLIDAY AFFAIR and BLAKE’S HIGH SCHOOL REUNION. I’ve also written short stories such as THE ADVENTURES OF MRS BROWING and MANDY’S DREAM BEAU, to name a few.

Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?

M.C: I only publish in e-book form at this time, but may branch out into print at a later stage.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

M.C.: My books are available on e-book websites Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, I-Tunes, and Kobo.

Young: Where and how can readers get in touch with you?

M.C.: Readers can contact me on Twitter, on Goodreads, or through my blog.

Young: So with your latest work released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?

M.C.: I am currently working on books for 2016. HEARTBREAKER is a romance novella due to be released in February 2016, and my next book, cozy mystery novelette, MAXWELL SLADE HAS VANISHED, is coming in April 2016. I am proposing to release six books in 2016, a mixture of romance novelettes, with at least one comedy-romance amongst these.

Young: Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

 M.C.: I actively aim to write something every day, and if I can’t write more of a manuscript, I try to at least work on a blog post, or something else related to my writing.

Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?

M.C.: I always have an outline of the book, which is quite detailed, and can be broken into chapters if I feel it will assist me. With new books, I try to write a rough draft of the book over the course of 3-4 weeks, or longer, it depends upon the material. After a break of, say, a few weeks, where I may be writing or editing another book, I revisit the book, and begin the process of refining the manuscript. Generally I do up to six courses of editing, where I may add chapters, scenes, or characters if I feel they add depth and resonance to the story. Once I’m happy with the final product, I begin the process of preparing it for publication, and often utilize a beta reader where practicable.

Young: Among your own books, have you a favourite book? Favourite Hero or Heroine?

M.C.: I have an especial affinity for MAN ON A MOTORBIKE, the upcoming HEARTBREAKER, and EARLE’S GRAND DESPAIR, although I love all my books. They all deal with characters finding true soulmates even in the face of broken relationships, tragedy, and whatever else life can throw at them.

Marcia Carrington Book Links:

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*Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MarciaCarrington

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Marcia Carrington Links:

*Twitter   http://twitter.com/MarCarring

*Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5265460.Marcia_Carrington

*Marcia’s Book Talk http://marciasbooktalk.wordpress.com/

*Pinterest     https://www.pinterest.com/marcarring/

Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block? If so how did you work through it?

M.C.: I have years ago, but not since I have been writing. When I had it, looking back, I believe it was from tiredness, and not establishing a good routine/timetable for life, and writing. The body can become drained if adequate rest is not achieved, which I am always trying to maintain. Also, keeping active, and eating a proper diet, are another helpful way to assist creativity, and hence, disallow the development of writer’s block, I feel.

Young: Who are some of your favourite authors to read?

M.C.: I love indie authors and the magnificent material that is produced. I loved James Joyce’s books, Judith Krantz is another great writer, Nietzsche, so esoteric…there are so many authors, I could go on for hours on end!!

Young: Anything else you'd like to tell our readers?

M.C.: I love coffee, chocolate, and have a terrible weakness for sweets such as cheesecake which may not be good for the teeth, but are a pleasure to the palate!

Young: Lastly do you have any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?

M.C.: To take the plunge, and give writing a try. If you feel that you want to delve into fictional worlds, and it’s something that absorbs, consumes, and makes you happy, then go for it. As the saying goes, you don’t know until you try, and no one knows everything the minute they release their first book. It’s a journey, different for everyone, and how we see it, and work through it. One has to be mindful that it’s not easy, but very emotionally enriching, and satisfying, to see readers enjoy your works, and want to read more of your books.

Marcia Carrington Links:

*Twitter   http://twitter.com/MarCarring

*Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5265460.Marcia_Carrington

*Marcia’s Book Talk http://marciasbooktalk.wordpress.com/

*Pinterest     https://www.pinterest.com/marcarring/

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Our Last Evening Together #ScintillatingSunday

"Electric arrows flashed, traversing our bodies. 

Rainbows of color struck our eyelids

While foams of music fell over our ears. 

It was the gong of our simultaneous orgasm."

Anais Nin

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Our Last Evening Together

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

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Excerpt:

Andy, Oscar and me, lay on the king, each of us feeling the strain of our lover’s imminent departure. I, sandwiched between my ‘big brothers’ held onto Oscar’s waist while Andy held mine. It seems our minds drifted in the same direction – sex, one of love’s many manifestations.

    I felt my Valet’s groin stir as his palms cupped my scrotum. He began inching his fingers towards my sex, gently stroking me to erection. I performed the same action for my other lover, whose back was pressing against my chest and torso, as mine was on Andy’s.

    I could feel my Valet’s intoxicating breath on the side of my neck as he began nibbling my ear. I imitated his actions on my BB, causing him to moan, desiring more. Oscar leaned his body sideways for my easy access. I planted a lingering kiss on his inviting lips. Andy glided his hardness against by derriere, stimulating my stiffness to unimaginable longing. I was happy with my newly discovered role as an active partner, and this was a perfect opportunity for me to again be a ‘top.’ I wanted to give Oscar’s behind a try. I knew he would be open to receiving me, unlike sturdy Andy, who would never relinquish his masculinity. My Valet, a sworn top, was attracted to me because I was his eromenos and would always remain so in his eyes. Our idiosyncratic roles suited us, but with my newfound excitement, I wanted to experience uncharted territories. My ‘big brother’ lover was the consummate partner, since his bottom was tilting sensually at my engorgement. Andy wasted no time gyrating against my backside. He knew I would never refuse him entry. He firmly acknowledged that I would always be “his boy” in our relationship.

My bulbousness, sticky with natural lubrication, was knocking at Oscar’s door. He was aware that I could not hold off my exhilaration any longer, he guided me inside him. Rapturously I eased into his willing orifice, his tightness wrapped round me. The tantalizing sensation was too provocative; I found myself pushing all the way into his being. Just then, I felt the tip of Andy’s arousal easing into my core. This double entry was a sensation I had never felt before. This invigoration elevated my sensuality to a virgin level, driving me to insanity.

    Andy wasted no time to stroke into my person. He recognized my passion and I his. Our union presided before we were aware of our individual needs. Our love had no boundaries except our hearts’ desires for each other’s blissful attainment.

    As we voyaged towards our eventual release, I was transported on a tantric journey that Dr. Henderson had taught me so eloquently about at the Bahriji. His words rang in my head, “Tantra is an ecstatic consciousness and a spiritual awareness of one’s erotic nature. Its sexuality is a dimension of spiritual growth, in every moment of our embodied lives. It is the Supreme flow of the sacred life force, the Sacred Trinity of Love.” The three of us were experiencing ‘Maithuna,’ the realization of the void in all things. We were attaining enlightenment and perpetual bliss; we were in nirvana through our act of unselfish loving. 

"Electric arrows flashed, traversing our bodies. Rainbows of color struck our eyelids while foams of music fell over our ears. It was the gong of our simultaneous orgasm," as described so fluently by Anais Nin in her erotic book, Delta of Venus.

    My palm, covered with Oscar’s seed, was overflowing onto the king; my deposits, released into my lover’s hollow, lay buried as a remembrance of our triplet love. Andy’s forceful surrender shot deep in my heaving soul, reminding me that my benefactor had filled me with his unconditional love once again. His ponderous breathing on my tender neck told me that he would soon reclaim my love for himself. He and he alone would always be here for me.

    We did not release our hold until our heightened consciousness induced us into states of hypnagogic hallucinations. Only then did we separate.

From the back cover:

Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”

This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom. 

A Harem Boy’s Saga is a seven volume series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

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5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series

By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015

 

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I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy’s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author’s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They’d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.

 

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CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT by Muffy Wilson & Chrissy Laurence

Cheerleaders in Heat ~ Blog Tour and Promotion/Giveaway: DIY

Cheerleaders in Heat

by

   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence

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WARNING:

ELECTRIFYING ORGASMS!!!

NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. 

Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.

Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. 

Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.

Or does it?

 Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls

 

***** Stars Review

An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 

Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 

This book does that.

It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 

journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 

Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.

This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 

twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.

However, the underlying story is one of love: 

wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.

Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 

You will not see the end coming…..

~ PA Jiuditta

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.

The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media

There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.

 

She is reading for pointers from The Girls

She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.

She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully

He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop

 fitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. 

Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Chrissy Laurence ~

Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.

Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...

Yours to read and enjoy—thoroughly!

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Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.  ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. 

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Down By The River #ScintillatingSunday

“There is never a time or place for true love. 

It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat,

In a single flashing,

Throbbing moment.”

Sarah Dessen

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 Down By The River

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

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Excerpt:

Veiled in layers of colored chiffon, a harem dancer slowly emerged into the fiery circle of spectators. Unlike the night of Bacha Bazi, where the audience was predominantly rambunctious and male, tonight's affair was impassively dignified, although sensuality prevailed to the provocation of Allah's paradise; promising an abundance of Houris to serve the desires of any believing Muhammadans. As the harem dancer methodically proceeded to unveil herself, she was greeted with joyous clapping and beating drums as she performed in front of our honoree guest. Like an obedient slave she discarded each liveried veil revealing her vulnerability like a tribute to his Royal Highness. As her final veil fluttered to the ground, the dancer was no other than Anya's ‘big sister’ Dominique, prostrated before The Prince as if in supplication. The audience applauded loudly as showers of Bahraini dinars came raining down onto the girl, covering her from top to toe with monetary gratuities. Lifting his hand, The Prince assisted Dominique to her feet before thanking her for an enchanting performance.

As the crowd cheered accolades in Dominique's direction, my discerning eyes noticed Mais and Naira were missing. The places where the sisters sat were now vacant. Wondering where the siblings had disappeared to, I noticed the shadows of their dark abayas almost imperceptibly rounding into the dark periphery of the outer circle. As much as I wanted to mind my own business, my inquisitiveness got the better of me. On the pretext of going to the boys’ room, I excused myself from the company of his Royal Highness and followed at an inconspicuous distance. 

The women snuck to the river embankment as I hid incognito behind several date trees. Naira left her sister to proceed alone to the water's edge. Acting as Mais's unobtrusive attendant, she vigilantly kept watch, making sure nobody came near to witness what was soon to transpire. I spied with intrigue. What happened thereafter was most unconventional if discovered; indignation would surely loom large within the Sekham household and the entirety of their Islamic community – an image I dared not meticulously contemplate for the sake of these two beautiful people and their family's social standing. 

Out of the bushes jumped a figure in the likeness of Tahu, the photographer's assistant. Before I could blink, Mais and her secret beau were clinging closely, steeped in passionate embrace, progressing to intimate caresses before flames of fiery passion soared high scorching their smoking garments until nakedness took precedent in the stifling heat. The lovers rocked their cooing lullabies in this chilly night, barely concealing their unhurried coitus under the brilliant moon, submerged in a drunken haze of loving existence. As suddenly as they had begun their anthropological incantation, they abruptly ceased in mid-flight; as if struck stiff into a pillar of salt, the youth released his love seed in an agonizing crescendo. Saved by the sounds of distant drumming, their ecstatic moans fell on deaf ears, which would otherwise sparked a search for the place from whence his cries originated. When his mournful groans subsided to whimpering whispers, the lovers plunged into the cooling aqua, washing away all evidences of their invincible love before sadly parting ways from whence they came. This two were my friends, yet they were fatally doomed to convene in secret especially in a country where strict religious laws abated to those that dare break them.

For reasons unfamiliar to me, I slumped to the ground where I stood, uttering a silent prayer, "Please God for the beauty of love I hope their troubles are few."

By the time I returned to my place next to The Prince, Anya was already half way through her performance. Andy and Oscar sat next to Devaj, who was obviously chosen by the Wazir as an escort to a royal envoy, was attending to the needs of his receptive messenger. Andy, noticing my return, longed to sit by my side but formal protocol demanded that he stay a distance. He could do nothing until the appropriate moment when the entertainments ceased could he again chaperone me.

Unlike Dominique, who wore a belly dancing outfit, Anya was fully clothed during her performance. I was positive that bidding for this youthful beauty had commenced in another room by the male royal entourage and the Sekham's men, away from the prying eyes of their women folk.

As the entertainment drew to a close, his Royal Highness leaned across murmuring into my ear, "Young, come to my chambers in an hour."

"Yes, your Highness, I will be there."

From the Back Cover:

Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother’ and his ‘Valet’ who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy’s Harem services.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch’s controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places”.

The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.

There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy’s Saga series.

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

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"Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review

By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015

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My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.

In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.

Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.

What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.

I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.

 

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Unexpected Assets by Emily Mims

TITLE – Unexpected Assets

SERIES – Texas Hill Country Series

AUTHOR – Emily Mims

GENRE – Contemporary Romance

PUBLICATION DATE – June 2015

LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 150 pages

PUBLISHER – Boroughs Publishing

COVER ARTIST – Boroughs Art Department

BOOK SYNOPSIS:

After three agonizing years of surgeries and rehab. U.S. Army veteran Jason Donahue is ready to leave the Iraq War in the past and rejoin society.  Yet, no matter the success he achieves at work, people wince every time they see him.

Everyone but Emily Riley.  From the first, the beautiful redhead looks past his disfigurement and sees him.  In return, Jason wants to buy her everything she deserves, starting with her dream home and going from there.  Yet Emily has scars of her own, a past she’s not ready to reveal.  Only when they both come clean, when they view each other through eyes of trust and love, will they know that, when a good man and a good woman give each other their heart, the two will always have more than enough.

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Author's Interview:

Young: Tell us about your Latest Book/Book about to be released? Release Date? And can you give us a teaser?

Emily Mims (E.M.): ‘Unexpected Assets’ is part of the Texas Hill Country series and features badly scarred wounded warrior Jason Donahue and his love Emily Riley, both introduced in ‘Daughter of Valor’.  Emily can see past Jason’s scars to the real man, but she’s keeping a secret from him that has the potential to shatter everything that they share.

Young: What other books/short stories have you written?

E.M.: Back in the eighties I wrote eighteen books for Candlelight Ecstasy Romance under the pen name Emily Elliott.  After a long hiatus, I started writing again and have just completed the ninth story in the Texas Hill Country series, and am beginning work on a new series set in the Appalachian bluegrass music scene.  And Boroughs has re-released three of my backlist in addition to my current work

Young: Do you publish in e-book, print, or both?

E.M.: Both At this current time, my books, well book is only available in print, but my forthcoming released and the ones lined up after that, are to be in both.

Young: Where can readers find your books?

E.M.: Amazon, Nook, Smashwords, and Allromance

Young: What do you think are the biggest challenges for the type of writing that you do?

E.M.: Telling a fresh story that has not been told countless times before.

Young: How did you get started in writing?

E.M.: I wrote my first book on a dare.  I had just thrown a poorly-written romance across the floor and said I could have done a better job.  My husband flipped through the book, agreed with me and dared me to do so.

Young: Where and How can readers get in touch with you?

E.M.: www.emilymims.com, www.facebook.com/EmilyMimsAuthor, #EmilyMimsAuthor

Young: So with your latest work released/or being released, what comes next? What can we expect from you in the future?

E.M.: My latest book, ‘A Gift of Hope’ came out in October.  Its sequel will be out soon and has two characters who will be heroes in the upcoming Appalachian series.

Young: How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

E.M.: In the original books, not so much.  The Texas Hill Country series is set in a small community much like the one where our lake house is located and the characters much like our neighbors and friends there.

Young: Do you have a set schedule for writing or do you just go with the flow?

E.M.: I write in the afternoons and early evening.  I don’t write well early in the morning or late at night.

Young: What is your routine once you start writing a book?

E.M.: I am a ‘plotter’.  I write a detailed plot of the story by chapter, and then sit down with the plot on my work station and write the book from there.

Young: What about you in general? What is it that makes you tick? Makes you you? Things you like to do and what prompted you into writing?

E.M.: I met the love of my life when I was eighteen and accepted his proposal after five days.  We have been married now almost forty five years.  I taught high school science for thirty nine years and raised two of the finest men you’d ever hope to meet.  I play five musical instruments and play in two performing groups.  I love Mexican food, traveling, and driving eighty five miles an hour.  And I absolutely love to write.

Young: Among your own books, have you a favourite book? Favourite Hero or Heroine?

E.M.: My favorite book is whatever one I’m working on at that moment.  My favorite heroine is probably Angie Baxter of ‘Never and Always’.  She put up with years of abuse to stay with the child of her heart.

Young: Where do you see yourself in five years?

E.M.: Still writing books and still having fun!

Young: What kind of research do you when writing one of your works?

E.M.: If I’m portraying someone in a particular profession I interview someone in that profession.  I’ve talked to everyone from belly dancers to FBI agents and have gone into a soap maker’s kitchen and learned to make soap.  I use the Internet a lot and for all things military I have my Army captain son on speed dial.

Young: What does your significant other think of your writing?

E.M.: He has a T-shirt that says ‘I make love to a romance writer’.

Young: Do you ever ask them for advice or ideas to go into your works?

E.M.: No, but his sweet and loving personality shows up often in my heroes.

Young: Have you ever experienced Writer's Block? If so how did you work through it?

E.M.: Thankfully, no.

Young:Who are some of your favourite authors to read?

E.M.: I enjoy a number of romance authors, in particular my fellow Boroughs authors.  And I never miss a Nora Roberts.

Young: Anything else you'd like to tell our readers?

E.M.: Thank you all for being our readers!  You make it all worthwhile.

Young: Lastly do you have any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?

E.M.: Do not, do not, do not ever let someone tell you that you cannot write a book.  If a chemistry teacher from Texas can sell twenty six books and counting, you can too!

EXCERPT:

“Well, that explains it, then,” Mr. Harrington said.

“Explains what, Mr. Harrington?”  Jason was puzzled and didn’t even try to hide it.

“Why you’re so interested in Emily.  She and that money of hers could go a long way toward helping you catch up financially, as you put it.”

Jason felt the blood drain from his head.  Emily exchanged a frantic look with her sister.  “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered.  “What did you say?”

“I said that Emily and that money of hers could go a long way.”

Jason just stared at the old man for a minute.  “What money, Mr. Harrington?”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, young man.  The trust fund.  The Harrington trust fund.  She’s bound to have told you about it.”

He lifted his chin and looked the old man in the eye.  “I didn’t know Emily had a trust fund.  She’s never mentioned it to me.”  He looked at Emily across the table.  “You’ve never said a word, Emily.  Have you?”

AUTHOR BIO:

Author of twenty five romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time.  The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in Tennessee and Georgia.  She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands.  She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them.  Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”

AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS:

WEBSITE / BLOG – http://www.emilymims.com

FACEBOOK –  https://www.facebook.com/EmilyMimsAuthor

TWITTER –  http://www.twitter.com/EmilyMimsAuthor

OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES

Solomon’s Choice – Full length book

A Gift of Trust – 45 page lunchbox romance

Welcome Home – 45 page lunchbox romance

Daughter of Valor – Full length book

After the Heartbreak – 45 page lunchbox romance

Unexpected Assets – 150 page novella (book on tour)

Never and Always – Full length book

A Gift of Hope – 150 page novella

Under The Cerulean Sky #ScintillatingSunday

“A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.”

Thomas Carlyle

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Under The Cerulean Sky

is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

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 Excerpt:

 The azure ocean loomed ahead as we sailed out of Cannes Harbor. I was invigorated to be on the Kahyya’m after 8 months of absence. I reminisced about the first time I sat foot on this luxury yacht while cruising along the tranquil waters of the Mediterranean. Andy had gone below deck to fuss with the luggage and our cabin allocations, while Mary and Alfonzo were spending a quiet moment reading at the rear of the vessel. Oscar was resting in the lounge deck as I stood on the boat’s hull watching the foaming waves glide by. I couldn’t help feeling appreciative and sad all at once.

    I was wondering, how on earth did I transform so rapidly from a shy, naïve and effeminate Kuala Lumpur boy to a well-travelled sophisticated young man within twenty months? I was thankful for all the wonderful people and circumstances that had manifested in my life, especially Andy, my beloved Valet, guardian and lover. I was sad because Oscar, my other lover, ‘big brother’, and mentor would be leaving me soon. Like Nikee, he would be forging a life of greener pastures and the chances of us being together would be slim and far between. I missed Oscar even before he was gone.

    As I was in deep concentration, I noticed a school of dolphins swimming next to the boat. These beautiful creatures were frolicking without a care in the world, as if inconsistency was an eternity in their lives. I wanted to be like them, to live life freely and explore the vastness of the world.

I was lost in contemplation when a pair of hands reached around my waist. Taken by surprise, I turned to find my ‘big brother’ standing behind me. He held onto my waist as if he didn’t want to let me go. I surrendered to his loving embrace as he lowered his head on my shoulder. The warmth of his closeness coursed through my pulsating heart. I leaned against his masculinity as he inhaled my boyishness. Oscar began a slow dance, kissing the side of my neck before progressing to the tip of my earlobe. His intoxicating breath sent shivers down my spine. Time was standing still as I savored this moment of loving tenderness. Turning the side of my face towards him, he kissed my lips, savoring the sweetness. My groin stirred to his tender touch. He moved his hand towards my crotch; slowly and gently he caressed my growing length within the tightness of my fitted jeans.

    I cupped my hands behind my lover’s firm buttocks, pressing his hardness against my derriere as we continued our passionate kisses. He reached inside my T-shirt and brushed his nimble fingers against both of my erect nipples. Ecstatic sensuality electrified my being. I relinquished my person to his control. His gyrating motion betrayed him; he desired me there and then. Unzipping my jeans, he reached his palm inside my briefs, massaging my leaking, bibulous head before partaking of my deliciousness from his fingers to my longing oral orifice. We shared my feed between us as we kissed.

    He couldn’t wait to yank my jeans and briefs to my knees, exposing my nakedness to the warm, soothing breeze that was caressing against my delicate skin. I reached my hands behind and unbuttoned his pants to let them drop to his ankles. He continued rotating his pelvis against my behind while his quivering length bounced in rhythmic motion to my pinning gyrations. I needed him and he wanted me.

Relinquishing myself to this enticing sensuality, I backed myself against his protrusion. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed a figure observing us from the upper deck. It was my beloved Valet. He stood watch, making sure that I had my alone time with Oscar. I knew my lover’s unconditional love would never disrupt my intimacy with this lover who would soon be leaving our midst. My guardian was allowing me the opportunity to bid my farewell to my BB. Andy was truly one of the most enlightened souls I’ve ever known.

    As my mentor stood guard, gazing expectantly from above, my lover knelt between my butt cheeks, kissing them adoringly before delving his tongue deep within my yearning orifice. The electrifying sensation sent tremors through my body. I desired him not to stop. I backed against his face while my hand pushed him towards my craving slit. Wetting my opening with his saliva, he bent me against the railings as he eased himself into the depth of my person. Loosening my passageway for his unbridled entry, I bared my love to my handsome ‘big brother’. He glided into my soul, slowly and easily, transporting my spirit to an ecstatic realm of blissfulness. I received him readily. He held tightly onto my slender waist, stroking and caressing my core to euphoric riotousness. At times fast and furious, at other times unhurried and ponderous, he enraptured me in our last dance with ease and grace. We moaned to the spirit songs of the frolicking dolphins that were swimming next to the boat. We were one with god as “God” watched approvingly from above deck. I stared into Andy’s beloved eyes, and his unconditional love reached out to both of us as if Zeus was blessing us with his nod. I was at once filled with love for both of them. Andy was making love to me mentally from above. Both lovers were within my mind and my soul simultaneously. I had reached nirvana; the emotional enchantments blew me over the edge. I came without any action on my part. It was as if some magical potion had been sprinkled on my physique, which I had no control over. I spilled onto Oscar’s hand as he strengthened his grip on my washboard stomach. My release was too tantalizing for my lover to withhold his passion much longer. His amorous love filled me with affection that only the three of us had the privilege to experience. My lover stayed in me until his passion subsided, only then did he loosen his grip around my waist. We kissed, and I gazed upon our other lover standing above deck. Andy gave me a loving smile before vanishing from view beyond the setting sun against the deep cerulean sky.

 From the back cover

Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, “Carousel,” and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”

This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom. 

A Harem Boy’s Saga is a seven volume series.

 

A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young

Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 14 months running.

Email: young@aharemboysaga.com

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 5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series

By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015

 

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I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy’s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author’s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They’d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.

 

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The Magic of Murder by Susan Lynn Solomon

When his partner is discovered in a frozen alley with eight bullets in his chest, Niagara Falls Police Detective Roger Frey swears vengeance. But Detective Chief Woodward has forbidden him or anyone else on the detective squad to work the case. Emlyn Goode knows Roger will disobey his boss, which will cost him his job and his freedom. Because she cares for him more than she’ll admit, she needs to stop him. Desperate, she can think of but one way.

Emlyn recently learned she’s a direct descendent of a woman hanged as a witch in 1692. She has a book filled with arcane recipes and chants passed down through her family. Possessed of, or perhaps by a vivid imagination, she intends to use these to solve Jimmy’s murder before Roger takes revenge on the killer. But she’s new to this “witch thing,” and needs help from her friend Rebecca Nurse, whose ancestor also took a short drop from a Salem tree. Also in the mix is a rather hefty albino cat (Elvira detests being called fat). Rebecca’s not much better at deciphering the ancient directions, and while the women and the cat stumble over spell after spell, the number possible killers grows. They’d better quickly come up with a workable spell: when Chief Woodward’s wife is shot and a bottle bomb bursts through Emlyn’s window, it becomes clear she’s next on the killer’s list.

 What people are saying

This book pulled me right in. I think it must have been the fact that Susan Lynn Solomon puts her characters first. The story revolves around the murder of a Niagara Falls Police officer… The adventure that ensues is absolutely entertaining and well-written. It is funny, exciting, and fast-paced. Every character has depth and is…believable. The Magic of Murder is one fun read and is definitely worthy of all 5 stars.

—Frederick Crook, author, Of Knight & Devil

Suspense, humor, compelling characters, a dash of the supernatural dating back to Salem, a powerful sense of place, and Emlyn Goode, a passionate and determined woman new to witchcraft and murder. Susan Lynn Solomon captures both the city of Niagara Falls and its quirkiest resident, an unusual sleuth. The magic of Murder is a winner ad, we hope, only the first appearance of Emlyn Goode.

—Gary Earl Ross, author of Blackbird Rising and the Edgar Award-winning Matter of Inten

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 The Magic of Murder

Excerpt

March brought a worse storm than the one we were hit with in December. It seems that’s how we celebrate St. Patrick’s Day around here. When it ended after four days, a reserve unit from the Niagara Falls Air Base declared war on the snow. With military precision, the reservists piled the stuff into dump trucks and carted it to Lake Ontario, Lake Erie, and the Canal. They might have hauled it to the top of the mountains if their trucks’ tires could get enough traction. Since they couldn’t, it appeared as though they shoved what was left to the shoulder of River Road and into my driveway. When I gazed through the kitchen window at gray heaps so high my mailbox was buried, I was certain the dunes would still be there in July. They weren’t, of course. In two days the streets had been plowed and salted, and cars crawled past. Thanks to my neighbor, Roger Frey, even my driveway had been cleared. In Western New York we know how to deal with the white stuff.

My preferred way of dealing with it is to turn up the thermostat and remain inside, comfy and warm. At least until the sun pokes through the clouds. This is why, still in my robe and flannel pajamas with thermal socks pulled up to my knees, I was snuggled on the sofa under my grandmother’s grey wool afghan. I still wondered about the runes Grandma had sewn into the afghan. Maybe one day Rebecca Nurse would find a book to help me interpret them.

From a corner of what had become her wingback chair, the hefty albino cat—Elvira detested it when I referred to her as fat—glared at me. She seemed annoyed I was wasting the morning on a made for TV movie.

“What?” I said to her.

She rolled her eyes—well, that’s what it looked like to me.

“Give me a break, will you?” I said. “I was up half the night writing.”

She snorted.

“What do you mean I didn’t write anything that mattered?”

She tilted her head.

I shifted on the sofa and bent toward her. “I’m not bullshitting you!” My voice went up an octave. “You were there. You saw what I was—”

At the very moment I realized the cat had again drawn me into an argument, I heard a knock on my front door. My face hot—from anger at Elvira or embarrassment at letting her get the better of the argument?—I jumped from the sofa and yanked the door open.

“What?” I demanded with a sharp edge to my voice.

On my door stoop stood a black quilted jacket, green rubber boots laced over baggy jeans, a flannel scarf wound around the little I could see of a face, and a knit cap pulled so low on a head the figure looked like a cartoon character with no ears. The man on the stoop might have been a predator who intended to break into my home, ravish my body, and make off with my treasures. Okay, I’ve already admitted I have an active imagination. There are no treasures in my home, and my body—well, let’s just say it’s been a long time since anyone would risk jail for ravishing me. Besides, I knew who this was. Earlier, while I poured my coffee, through the window I’d watched my neighbor ride his snowplow like it was the mechanical bull at Flannery’s Bar. 

On the frigid side of the storm door, Roger Frey swiveled his head from side-to-side, as if searching for who I hollered at.

At times, I’ve stood before a mirror, arguing with myself, and seen what I look like when I blush. My neck gets as red as my hair, then the color dashes uphill past my face to my forehead. So, I knew what Roger saw when he looked at me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled to what I could see of his face. “Cranky. I was up half the night.”

His voice muted by the scarf covering his mouth, he said, “No need to apologize.” He knew the hours I kept when the muse plopped down next to me.

The glass door misted when he leaned close to peer past my shoulder.

I looked behind me. Elvira had followed me to the door. She stared at us, head slightly tilted. The pale pink of her eyes darkened as if she’d decided something.

Roger nodded at her. “At least you’re not alone anymore.”

“Me or the cat?” I said.

“Both, I suppose.” When Roger pulled down the scarf, his grin showed the small gap between his front teeth.

“I prefer being alone,” I said. “If you want company, feel free to take the cat.”

My friend and neighbor had been alone since his wife took off for a warmer place three years ago.

Elvira sniffed once. Then she turned abruptly, wiggled her large derriere at me, and curled up on the floor at my feet.

Roger laughed out loud.

As if loosened by the laughter that exploded from deep inside him, a sheet of snow skidded off the roof. He must have heard the rumble, because he took a quick step backwards. He wasn’t fast enough, though. While half the snow thudded to the ground, the rest flattened his wool cap and spilled down his face. His hazel eyes rounded in surprise.

Now I laughed. With snow all over his body, it looked as though Frosty the Snowman was on my stoop. I opened the storm door and brushed the snow from his cheek. “Come in here,” I said. “Let me dry you off.”

He stamped his feet on the mat to rid himself of most of the snow.

As I stepped aside to make room for him to pass, I stumbled over the cat.

Roger moved faster than he had to avoid the snow drift from my roof. His arm shot out. “Careful!” he said, and grabbed me around the waist just as I began to flop like a rag doll to floor. 

The man is certainly strong. In a single motion, he lifted me from my feet then set me down. His arms still surrounded me.

“You okay?”

I nodded, but couldn’t speak, not even to say yes. I’m sure it was because I was a little bit in shock.

At last he released me, and bent to stroke the cat. “That wasn’t nice, Elvira,” he said. “You could’ve hurt Emlyn.”

I also leaned down to stroke her. “This beast probably intended to do it.”

When I glanced at Roger, his face was precariously close to mine. The look in his eyes told me he might not mind being nearer still.

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled, and pulled back to put a safe distance between us. “She probably did it on purpose…” My words drifted into a crimson haze.

His cheeks also a bit red—I told myself this was probably from the near-zero temperature outside—he straightened up, and unwound his scarf. His chin and upper lip were dark. The morning stubble enhanced rather than detracted from his chiseled cheekbones and slightly cleft chin. This was a handsome man by anybody’s reckoning. More than that, he was kind. He looked after his neighbors, and made sure we were safe. I’d often wondered why Judy, his ex-wife, would leave such a man.

“I, uh, stopped by to, um…” he said.

I looked down. I had nothing on but my pajamas and robe, and the robe had fallen loose when I nearly fell. Trying not to be obvious about it, I tied my robe closed.

Roger took a deep breath. “Yes, uh, the UPS guy brought this.”

He pulled off his gloves, unzipped his jacket, and took a cardboard box from a large inside pocket. Holding it out, he said, “It came yesterday afternoon. All the snow, the UPS guy couldn’t get to your door, so he left it with me.”

The box was about nine inches wide, a foot long, and maybe two inches thick. I turned it over in my hands, examined the label. The return address said the package came from Naples, Florida.

“It’s from my mother,” I said.

“What is it?” Roger asked.

I shrugged. “I’d have to open the box to find out.”

“So, open it.”

Glancing sideways at him, I smiled. “Later.”

“Come on,” he said, and reached for the package. “I hauled it all the way over here. Plowed out your driveway while I was at it. You gotta show me what’s in there.”

“All the way over, huh?” I laughed. “You live next door.”

“Yeah, well.” He took off his jacket, and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. His black hooded sweatshirt barely made it to his hips. “I had to wade through three feet of snow to get here. That’s gotta be worth something.”

I laid the package on the kitchen counter. “How about some coffee?”

I yanked the wet knit cap from his head, and tossed it into the sink. Snow clinging to the fibers sprinkled onto his dark brown hair, and melted into the gray that had begun to invade his temples. While I brushed the wet beads from his curls, I said, “A gentleman takes off his hat when he comes inside.”

He picked the box up and handed it to me. “Don’t try to change the subject. I know you, Emlyn Goode. You’re dying to look inside.”

I was. But it was just so much fun to tease him. A girl’s got to do that now and then, just to stay in practice. I turned my back, and refilled my mug then poured coffee into a second mug.

He pushed the box in front of me.

“You’re a big snoop, you know that?” I said.

He let out the laugh that never failed to disarm me. “Of course I am. I’m a cop. Snooping is what I do.”

“Yup, and I’m your good buddy. Like in novels, it’s the sidekick’s job to give the cop a hard time. That’s in my job description.” I pointed at the package. “And see, it’s written right here.”

Another deep, resonant laugh burst from him.  “You’re definitely a piece of work,” he said.

Elvira seemed to grow impatient with my stalling. She leaped onto the counter and pawed at the package. How the devil did she manage to move her large body so lithely?

“Okay, okay,” I said. “I can’t fight both of you.”

I took the box to my dinette table, and sat, glancing around.

“What now?” Roger asked.

“I need something to slice the tape with.”

He tilted sideways in his chair and pulled a Swiss army knife from his pants pocket. As he flicked open the smaller blade, he said, “I was a boy scout, I’m always prepared.”

Settled on Roger’s lap, the cat smacked his hand with her paw. Then she glared at me. C’mon, knock off the flirting and get to it, she seemed to say—well, that’s what her growl sounded like.

I slit the tape and raised the cardboard flaps. Inside was what appeared to be a very old book. Without removing it from the box, I carefully lifted the leather cover. The words on the first page were faded. Still I was able to make some of them out.

“What is it?” Roger asked.

“Seems to be someone’s diary.” I suspect I sounded puzzled. Why would my mother send me something like this?

Between the next two pages was an envelope addressed to me. Inside was a note. I’ve been holding onto this, Mom wrote, hoping the line that’s led from Sarah Goode would end with me. Apparently it hasn’t, so I’m sending you this. Please, Emlyn, try to make better use of this than some of our ancestors have.

Elvira sniffed the book and purred.

Quickly, I refolded the letter.

Roger leaned over, peered into my eyes. “What is it?” he said.

“It’s…um, it’s…” I stammered as I searched for a lie he might believe. I didn’t want to tell him my mother had sent me Sarah Goode’s Book of Shadows. A guy like Roger—his life was built on the belief every mystery could be logically explained, and magic is nothing but sleight-of-hand. He’d remarked about that the night we saw David Copperfield perform at the Seneca Niagara Casino. The fastest way to end our friendship was to tell him I’m the latest in a 350-year line of witches. If I said that, he would stare at me as though I’d winked at him from a third eye in the center of my forehead. Then he’d leave and not come back. Oh, he’d be polite about it—Roger’s always polite. But our friendship would be over. I mean, if it ever got out Detective Roger Frey of the Niagara Falls Police Department had a witch for a friend, he’d die of embarrassment. Or maybe he’d have to resign his position or even move to Rochester or something. If he did, who would plow my driveway then knock on my door to share my morning coffee and help me with the Sunday crossword puzzle?

What? I already said I have a vivid imagination.

As if Sarah Goode’s book was catnip, Elvira dropped her head on it, mewed, and rubbed her paw across her face. Roger shoved her aside, and leaned over to see, I supposed, what caused my concern.

Before he could remove the book from the box, I closed the flaps.

“It’s, uh…um, just an old family diary,” I said. It wasn’t much of a lie. A Book of Shadows is a diary of a sort. Witches record their herbal mixtures in it, and the words they chant to work their magic. My friend, Rebecca Nurse, had explained that when she showed me hers.

The Author

Formerly a Manhattan entertainment attorney, and then a contributing editor to the quarterly art magazine SunStorm Fine Art, Susan Lynn Solomon now lives in Niagara Falls, New York, where she is in charge of legal and financial affairs for a management consulting firm.

After moving to Niagara Falls she became a member of Just Buffalo Literary Center’s Writers Critique Group, and since 2009 a number of her short stories have appeared in literary journals, including, Abigail Bender (awarded an Honorable Mention in a Writer’s Journal short romance competition), Witches Gumbo, Ginger Man, The Memory Tree, Elvira, Second Hand, Sabbath (nominated for 2013 Best of the Net by the editor of Prick of the Spindle), and Kaddish.

Her latest short stories are Going Home, which appeared in the October 19 issue of Flash Fiction Press, Captive Soul, which is included in Solstice Publishing’s Halloween anthology, Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep, Volume 1, and Yesterday’s Wings, about a woman searching for the courage of her past, appears in the October 2015 edition of, Imitation Fruit.

Susan Lynn Solomon’s new Solstice Publishing novel, The Magic of Murder, is available at Amzon.Com