As promised, here’s the next part. This picks up where we left off at the end of Part Two, after our lovely segue at the airport with Helen!
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Habiba… You will explain to me what you are doing. Right after you get down from there and put on some clothes. Now.
He’d apparently shot that command out through all three of their minds, because Mara stepped back from her instantly, dropping to a kneeling position. Enrique captured the tails of the flogger in one hand and bowed his head in similar obeisance. They’d known he could react this way, though, so their expressions were quiet, accepting, making her feel guilty for what she had persuaded them to do.
It was my idea. It’s not their fault.
That is not what I asked. I told you to get down and put on some clothing.
The tone made her bristle. She wasn’t a child. She didn’t deserve to be treated like a child.
Jessica.
How he could make his voice resonate in her head like approaching thunder, she didn’t know, but her body reacted to it in instinctive self-preservation, despite her willful mind. She slid off the cross. Her knees were somewhat unsteady, her body still vibrating from the combination of Mara and Enrique’s stimulation. Mason’s awareness of it had somehow taken her arousal up a notch. That purring tiger’s voice, with more than a hint of a growl, was capable of stirring her in ways that others might consider foolhardy, given how she was deliberately provoking his temper.
Enrique already had her robe in hand, but the man paused, an expression crossing his face that suggested he’d been given very definitive instructions. He passed the robe to Mara, such that it was her hands that brushed Jessica’s skin as she helped her thread her arms into the robe, freed her hair from the back collar. When Mara kept the hair lifted, expecting Jessica to bring the robe all the way up, Jess gave her a slight head shake. The dancer gave her a slight smile, and fanned her hair out on her naked pale shoulders as Jess clasped the lapels of the robe just barely above the line of her nipples, keeping her cleavage temptingly enhanced. She looked at Mara and Enrique. “Can you leave me alone here, please?”
Actually, she wasn’t sure if she was entirely ready to be alone in this room, but fortunately, the other two knew her well enough to interpret what she needed. Mara touched her arm. “We’ll be at the top of the stairs, within hearing distance. Call if you need us.”
Enrique followed her, leaving Jess with another encouraging look. She guessed she should be glad Mason hadn’t ordered them to take her out of the room with them, but she knew she was far from winning her point. She could feel his brooding presence in her mind like storm clouds in truth. It made her gather her resolve, steel herself as they disappeared out the door, though she found herself thankful they didn’t close it. As they left, she sank to her knees, putting her buttocks on her heels, knowing exactly what kind of picture she made to her Master. Her hair spread over bare shoulders, that silken robe pooled on either side of her hips but open to expose the line of slim thighs up to the point of her sex, the slope of abdomen and sparkle of the navel piercing. The robe so precariously held, such that he could see the areola of her nipples. She was looking down at herself, giving him not only her imaginings, but a clear vision of it as well.
You are deliberately testing me.
Yes.
I want you out of that room. I feel your fear of it.
It’s my Master’s job to come remove me from it. Or use what’s here to punish me for my defiance.
Even in her mind, she knew there was a quaver in the thought. She couldn’t hide her trepidation from him. But she was determined, and she wouldn’t back down from it. How would you punish me, my lord? I’ll look at each thing here, and see what brings you the most pleasure. Find what is too irresistible for you to conceal your desires from me.
This time the growl was unmistakable, incoherent enough to suggest he might actually be tempted to strangle her, if she’d been close enough. It sent a shiver through her, but he’d given her the confidence to be this reckless. She’d defied Raithe to the point of violence. She didn’t fear that treatment from Mason, so she wouldn’t allow those old memories to interfere with what she was going to prove to him now. She couldn’t.
She made herself look around the room, at the things disguised in sheer cloths, muted by soft fabric and the scent of rose petals Amara had scattered about. Jessica knew all of those hidden items by shape, and because of her one brief time here, when terror had burned them into her brain.
You nearly took your own life.
I’ve grown since then. I trust you now. I want to be the kind of servant you crave me to be. Need me to be.
Habiba, you are already that and far more.
If that was true, you’d take me with you to Council meetings.
Stubbornly, before he could argue with her further, she focused on the gauze cloth that she knew concealed a spanking bench, a piece of equipment with padded, blue velvet upholstery. Black cuffs attached to the support structure for arms and ankles. Gathering every ounce of bravery she could, she imagined Mason buckling her facedown on it, his strong hands circling each of her fragile wrists, tightening the cuffs so she couldn’t escape, spreading her legs and securing them as well. His palm smoothing over her buttocks, teasing her cunt, already wet, aching for him, even as her body shook and tears came to her eyes, the past and present merging so painfully she needed to feel the burn of the lash to drive it away. Of his lash, no one else’s.
Jessica…for the love of Allah…
She jerked her gaze to the next covered item as she swallowed on a dry throat. The crudely named fucking machine, where the slave was restrained on a table, level with the device. The dildo would be fitted to the pumping shaft and angled to plunge in and out of the appropriate orifice, at whatever rate and penetration a Master deemed fitting. Mason could sit back with his blood-laced drink, watch it fuck her. She’d be writhing and slick with perspiration, her breath coming fast, the climaxes crashing over her again and again as she begged for mercy he wouldn’t give her. Not until she was exhausted and begging instead for him to take its place, to put himself inside of her, stretch her with his thick cock and never leave her, never break that connection.
It was how she would feel if she was at a Council meeting, given to the touch and penetration of other servants. Her mind would be locked with his, so everything to which she submitted would be his will, his desire. Every servant’s touch would just be an extension of his, something she did for his pleasure, knowing that the more they touched her, the more aggressively he would take her later, burning away their claim on her flesh, erasing it so it would be as if it had never happened.
I would kill any other man who touched you. If I had been in the room when I discovered what you were doing, I would have broken Enrique with my rage. You risk much, habiba.
She trembled at that fierce thought. If I went with you to Council, it wouldn’t matter what was done to me. I am always all yours, my lord. It matters not who touches me.
But I feel your terror at the thought. You cannot abide a touch other than mine. Even with Enrique, you had to use Mara as a buffer.
I was abused by female vampires as well as males. And I no longer fear Amara.
You are a natural submissive toward a Master. Your deepest betrayal was from a male, which is why your greatest fear is of them.
I only need you with me. To know you are there in my mind. Don’t guard me from my fears. Help me overcome them with your love.
A pause, as if she’d touched a nerve. Or made him consider something that perhaps had recently been in his own thoughts. Encouraged, she forged on, considering what else lay before her. A colorful set of sheer sequined scarves was twined around a staff and fanned out around it like strips upon a Maypole. She knew that pole was anchored to the floor. It could be fitted with a phallus upon which the slave would be impaled vertically, the feet locked to the floor in steel boots. The servant had to stand upright, suffering and penetrated, like a mannequin on display as long as the master desired, possibly hours of torment. In the case of this dungeon, pleasurable torment. She made that correction, needing to believe that. Knowing rationally she could believe it, even if her irrational mind couldn’t yet.
She grew bolder, imagining Mason there with other vampire guests, where the servants, including herself, were all arrayed on the various equipment. She was positioned on that pole, a thick dual-headed vibrator deep in her pussy and rectum. Her arms were pulled behind her back so her breasts were thrust forward. Her nipples would be clamped, chains running from them to attach to her navel piercing and an additional clitoral clamp. All of the stimulus would make her nipples hard and peaked and her clit flushed and prominent.
The vampires would speak casually, socializing as they wandered the room like they were visiting an art gallery. She saw a female hand caressing the taut buttock of a male slave strapped over the spanking bench, his ass already red with welts from his Mistress’s earlier caning. Or they’d watch with fascination a male slave grunting under the ministrations of the fucking machine. His knees would be bound and pulled up into a bent position with nylon cord that was tethered around his throat, such that he had to keep his knees up there with his own straining muscles or choke himself as the fucking machine worked in and out of his ass. Sticky lines of semen from his previous climaxes dried over his taut abdomen and chest.
You seem to be imagining quite a few male slaves. No female servants visiting?
For the first time, there was a thread of amusement in his tense mind-voice, and she managed a nervous sliver of the same in her response. Do you think I like seeing you touch other females, any more than you like the thought of me touching other males?
You are fine with me touching Amara.
Not always. I’m fine with it, but…there are times I want you all for myself. To devour you with my eyes, my mouth, with all of me. I cannot get enough of you, my lord. It’s an ache inside of me that never stops. That’s why I can’t bear you being where I’m not.
It was a remarkable admission, given how far she’d been from that when they met. She was making herself wetter, not only from Mara and Enrique’s stimulation, but from her own imaginations now, despite her fear. She could feel the slickness on her calves, where her buttocks pressed near her heels. He was silent for a few moments, but she didn’t censor herself, letting him feel the throbbing ache she had inside for all of him.
Sometimes, there was no such thing as getting close enough. When he was away from her, she felt like a new amputee, no anesthetic, some vital part of her chopped off, raw and painful, horribly so, such that she might go mad from the pain. That feeling was far deeper and more vast than any fear she carried. In fact, the few times her terrors and depression had overcome her, she suspected it had as much to do with his absence as the ability of her memories to overcome her when he was not there to balance it.
I need to be with you, my lord. Always.
He stayed silent, but she felt his weighted attention in her mind, and took it for encouragement. He was listening, considering. So she pushed herself further, made herself look beyond the equipment to the wall behind them.
Paddles, gags, chastity belts with plugs for both orifices. She thought about the spreader bar that could be put over the shoulders, an unyielding yoke keeping the wrists at shoulder level. It was adjustable, so that the arms could be stretched out straight from the body and held that way. If he locked her in that, she would have to move carefully to serve him. She saw herself tipping gracefully at the bar to pick up his goblet in two fingers. But when she brought the blood, leaned down and twisting her naked upper body to give it to him, he would take the goblet, set it aside and put his hands on her waist. Gathering her in so her knee pressed beneath his spread thighs where he was sitting, he would lean her body into him, cup her breasts and sink his fangs into the left one just above the nipple. As she gasped, her eyes closing with the pain and ecstasy of it, he would hold her there with his strength as he suckled her blood from her breast.
Descending, his hands would cup her buttocks, play in between them, tease the sensitive nerve endings there so she writhed and gasped against his stimulation. Then he would push her onto her knees, make her take his cock in his mouth. Grasping that bar on either side of her neck, he would use it to push her down on him harder, hold her there with his cock deep in her throat. As he came at last, jetting his seed into her, her cunt would weep, her hands closed into fists of need in their cuffs on the steel bar. Fluids would slide down her thighs as she came merely from the pleasure of serving him, pussy spasming around the emptiness she needed him to fill.
Habiba… His mind voice was hoarse, and she knew she’d made him impossibly hard. She wanted him to come for her now, wanted him to put his hand on himself and shoot that white, salty cream against his hard, ridged stomach and smooth pectorals, so she could lick it all off, tend to her Master. She would beg for it. She was begging for it.
More silence, but there was a rough edge to it in her mind, making her suspect he was getting himself under control, restraining himself from releasing as she desired. When he finally spoke, he had an ominous tone, a threat that only made her sex spasm, her breasts ache more intensely.
There is such a thing as topping from the bottom, Jessica. It usually earns a slave her Master’s fiercest punishment.
I am yours to do with as you will, Master.
And you know when you call me Master, it only arouses me more dangerously. I should order you out of that room, make Mara and Enrique escort you if need be. I do not tolerate this type of defiance. You know this.
She held her breath, waiting, not sure of his mind now.
My plane will be landing soon.
Another long pause, and she bowed her head, her hair falling down over her shoulder, teasing the curve of her breast. During her imaginings, her grip had slipped, and she realized she now held the robe beneath her breasts, so that the robe covered very little. The stiff tips of her breasts were jutting with need, her thighs shifted slightly apart so she could smell her arousal. She knew he received those thoughts from her, those pictures, and though she hadn’t deliberately intended to do that, she knew from the blast of heat she got from him that she had indeed pushed him beyond endurance. She just didn’t know what that meant.
Please, my lord, don’t…
Be still.
She tightened her jaw, curbing the desire to retort. Damn it, why was he so stubborn? But even she knew when she might have pushed it a little past where she should. Still, there was that unwise frisson of temptation, with him being so far away… Her fingers trembled on the robe, thinking she might drop it entirely. Her back still had that warm tingle from Enrique’s lash, but she wanted it overlaid with Mason’s punishment. God help her, she wanted to feel the sting of a whip wielded by his hand, feel a single tail strike the old scars on her back, overlay them and tease the tiger tattoo that had been interwoven through them.
You are a curse upon my very soul. The sound that followed made her wonder if vampires could grind their teeth. Then he spoke again.
Keep your robe where it is. I am telling Amara to turn up the heat. I don’t want you cold.
Despite the cosseting, his voice had become more stern and implacable, such that she despaired, wondering what else she had to do to convince him. She’d pushed herself to the limits of how far she could go without his help. Imagining had been hard enough, and her trepidation rose again, warring with the arousal, creating a tight barbed wire coil in her lower belly.
You will stay where you are, kneeling, your eyes down. You will wait there until I arrive, and determine how to deal with your disobedience. Until then, you keep your legs open as they are now, your eyes down so I may gaze through your mind at what is mine. Your stiff nipples, your wet pussy, the blood pounding through your slim neck, every inch of your soft skin. You will sit there and imagine everything I will do to it with my hands, my mouth and my cock when I get there. Do you understand?
She trembled, tears biting at her throat, but mixed with hope as well. As such, she managed to answer, speaking the words aloud as well as in her mind. “Yes, my lord.”
Le sigh. As always, I am captivated and eagerly awaiting more! I adore Jessica and Mason. Thanks for sharing these fantastic vignettes with us, Joey!
Joey…..your being really really mean……………..three weeks? You want us to wait another THREE weeks? It looks as if I’m going to have to take action here. That means Natural Law and Mac.
What a spot to stop at. Joey Hill is trying to give me a heart attack. When I have to got to the hospital because I suffered a stroke from the stress I am sending her the bill. LOL
Great job. I loved it and of course can not wait for the next one. Like always. I think we should all get together and tie Joey to her computer chair so she will write faster. Of course she would probably enjoy that to much and get distracted, then we never would get anything new.
Thanks Joey for always giving me something to look forward to and new ways to torture my own “servant”.
A volcano is about to erupt. Three weeks?
I agree with Jo…………..tie Joey to her chair and for the ultimate punishment — no potty breaks until she finishes the story
!!!!!!!!!WOW!!!!!!!!! It feels like Mara turned up the heat in MY house!
My heart was pounding with anticipation when I started reading this latest vignette. I can’t wait for Mason to physically join Jessica…whooo hooo. By the time he actually shows up the butterflies in my stomach will be doing all kinds of revolutions.
Joey!!! I can’t believe we have to wait three weeks!!!…But a what wonderful chapter, I knew that Mason would see the “topping from the bottom” ploy and would call Jessica on it….lol, lol. And the truth comes out AT LAST!!!! Miss Jessica does not appear too keen in sharing Mason with another female, even Amara hmmmm….I can’t say I blame her. So it seems Mason is not the only one plagued by possessiveness. If only Mason could resign from the Council, that would certainly eliminate most of their issues.
Although I wish the vignette had not ended I really loved the end. The visual image of Jessica on her knees with the robe wrapped loosely around her mid body is perfect. Only Mason would think of keeping her in such a feminine, soft and submissive pose. I am dying to see Mason’s “bare hands” let the gloves come off…
Wonderful, loved the segements so far. Three weeks, I must agree with those above, tie Joey to her chair and for the ultimate punishment — no potty breaks until she finishes the story.
Seriously, Joey have a great vacation and get all your work caught up so you can finish the story. Thanks for the e-mail and info by the way. Truly enjoyed your website.
Witch mass market witch series? Book club night could someone enlighten me as to these items?
Jaime, you’re very welcome!
And Ouuccch! I’m being threatened with all sorts of things. As Jo predicted, the tying up only intrigues me (lol), but the “no potty breaks” -that’s cruel and unusual. You know how we women are about our indoor plumbing and personal hygiene issues. Of course, it sounds like Maggie and Jo have thought of ways to occupy themselves during the three week lapse (Maggie with Mac and Violet, and Jo with her own ‘servant’ – I think you should provide us with details, Jo – wink).
But all that aside, you all have given me a serious charge today with these fantastic comments – I’m just too pleased, delighted and tickled (all my usual adjectives that you coax out of me constantly!) that you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.
Victoria, yes! I was impressed by how many of you picked up early on the fact that the possessiveness of both characters would eventually come up in this vignette – you all know my characters pretty much as well I do. :>
And Tena, the Witch mass market series is a proposal my editor has asked me to submit – at this moment it’s just a loose concept, a story featuring a practicing witch in a contemporary setting. I’ve sent in an outline and opening chapter, but she wanted a different tone to it, so I’m reworking it. Once she accepts the idea and I know what the final form will look like, I’ll give you all more details, promise. I’m supposed to have that back to her around the beginning of June, so I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for the vacation well wishes!
Joey, I think you’ve outdone yourself. The image of that very vulnerable, sensual, and submissive pose that Mason will have to endure seeing in his mind’s eye until he gets home….who’s really the one being punished right now? I’m sure there isn’t a mode of transportation available that would get him home quickly enough at this point. Temptation and anticipation will only elevate the situation for both Mason and Jess.
Enjoy your time away, and I’ll be counting down the days until our next installment.
Okay, that’s it–I’m buying Beloved Vampire tomorrow and spending a lazy weekend reading it. The vignettes are intriguing and whetting my appetite for more.
My ever practical husband advised me to pace myself and take my time to enjoy the series. Sure, this from a man who moved from Holding the Cards to Natural Law without a break in between. So much for his restraint.
Wouldn’t you just love–for a five minutes–to be able “read” the mind of your loved one? Sort through the sports scores, corporate budgets and extraneous “guy” stuff to delve briefly into his psyche. Even after thirty-four years together I still wonder what is going on in that fascinating mind of his.
There are practical purposes also. One wouldn’t need a cell phone to call him when he’s grocery shopping–just shoot the thought, “I love you and don’t forget the bananas.”
Or today, when I was listening to a client drone on–again–about something that I already told said no to, I could have used my husband’s soothing voice and encouragement not to strap the little twit to a spanking bench and have at him with a paddle. Clothed, of course, the thought of this guy naked is too heinous for words.
Joey, you make my reading life intriguing and for that I thank you.
Bravo Joey! Again you have us waiting on a bed of pins and needles. Ah but the cruelty of 3 weeks. What to do, what to do…I guess I will spend the time reading Lady D’s story to perfect my costume for the AAD Masquerade. Or take Jessica’s lead, assume the position and imagine every single wicked thing Mason is going to do to me…..HER, I meant her, ‘er Jessica. *smirk*
I suppose it’s a good thing that Lord Mason can’t read MY mind right now. He and Jessica will be uppermost in my mind, getting hotter and botherered by the minute, lol. It’s gonna be a looooooooong three weeks.
Lisa, that’s a very good point. As we know, sometimes a submissive’s punishment/discipline is a test of the Master’s self-control as well. And that’s the case for Mason. Of course, from Beloved Vampire, we know he has extraordinary control when it comes to his sense of honor. As the author, even I was saying “okay, when are you going to jump her?!” way before he finally decided it was time to do so. (chuckle) Maureen, we’ll have to see if you agree with that sentiment – so delighted you’re taking the plunge with Mason and Jess! And thanks for the laugh-out-loud moment on both the heinous and banana comments. I’d personally be apprehensive of what I’d see in that five minute window in my husband’s brilliant mind. Men are an astounding combination of the extremely simple and the extraordinarily unfathomable. Somewhat like their brain is divided between “beer-naked women-caveman grunt” and “I am a NASA scientist capable of building rockets that go to Mars.” Grin.
Mindy, I recommend doing both activities – chuckle. Can’t wait to see that costume. And oh, heavens, you’ve reminded me that’s something else I need to be thinking about, though I have a little bit more of a time buffer. Lori Foster’s Saturday night thing is a pirate masquerade, but I have enough stuff here from past Stede Bonnet Regattas with the yacht club I think I can put something together suitable for that.
Lord Mason says he CAN read your mind, Terry. And he finds it a VERY intriguing and distracting place (lol).
Oh my! It’s definitely warm now. I will patiently wait the 3 weeks and let the anticipation build as any obedient sub would…the anticipation will make the next chapter that much more fulfilling…but my mind will wander…imagining Lord Mason’s expert touch bringing Jessica to the brink over and over until neither can stand it. Lord Mason is the epitomy of control…but I think Jessica is his perfect match. I love the unfolding of this vignette…it truly is perfect. Thank you, Joey.
Heather, you’ll wait as obediently as Jess, right? Grin. Seriously, thanks for that lovely compliment!
Joey – if Mason can read our minds don’t you think he can hear us all saying “GET ON WITH IT” or is it a case of he not only wants to prolong Jess’s agony but ours as well?
Maggie, I think that’s exactly it! Grin.
Hi! I am married to a NASA scientist and he is NOT even a little like Lord Mason. Gotta say after ALOT of years married his brain is definitely a different sort. Love both parts of the vignette!!! As always you give us wonderful characters, lots of emotion and anticipation!!! Thanks for the happy read. Looking forward to the next part!
I am actually craving to vicariously experience the punishment Mason gives to his habiba. I hope he finally manages to dominate her without the kid gloves and that she enjoys it and breaks through what’s holding her back.
Threeeee weeeeeeeks. I don’t know what I’m going to do! I read too quickly.
Maybe I will draw them in a passionate embrace in the meantime.
I also wanted to add that your sensual description of belly dancing in your book has driven me to take it up. I find it to be captivating and sensual.. in many ways. So thanks!
Dotty, I can well imagine! I have a very analytical husband and sometimes his twists and turns leave me a bit astounded – it’s never dull.
And Amber, I had the pleasure of learning a few belly dancing maneuvers a few years back at one of the conferences (think I blogged about it), and I’d love to take formal classes or pursue it more deeply. So I’m envious! There’s also a place nearby that teaches lap, strip and pole dancing, and I admit I’m curious about those as well – pretty much any form of sensual dancing intrigues me.
Thanks to you both!
Joey…..can’t tell you how much I appreciate your response to our questions and unceasing teasing. Many authors ignore comments by their readers. Your responses are informative and allow us to learn more about your thoughts and really great sense of humour. Have a relaxing and well deserved vacation. We’ll be here waiting for your return
You guys are impossible to ignore! lol Seriously, thank you for saying that – I want it to be interesting as well as entertaining to hang out at the blog, fan forum, etc, so finding out that’s the case is reassuring. Honestly, I get just as much out of the interactions/fun, so I should be saying thanks for hanging out with ME as much as you all do. :> AND for understanding when my deadlines make it harder for me to respond as much or as thoroughly. You all are a delight.
Thanks for the vacation well wishes!
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Thanks for sharing the fascinating vignettes. Lord Mason and Jessica have always been may favorites. Hope you have a wonderful vacation and I am looking forward to more when you return.
Thanks for the vignettes Joey! love the glimpses into these characters outside of your books. That makes me love them even more! And, as always, I enjoy the way your mind works! lol!
Just re-read Vampire Mistress today and loved it even more! (Yes, I should be working, but I won’t tell if you don’t! lol!)
Hope you have a fantabulous vacation (I get these made up words from my nieces/nephews! lol!) and can’t wait to read more from you when you get back!
PeAcE!
Anita, thanks for those well wishes, and they’re a pair of my favorites as well – though of course I say that about all of my characters at one time or another (grin). They’re like kids that way. Actually, I have no real experience in that, come to think of it. My mother did a lot of “What? Do you people still live here? Didn’t I tell you to go away?” Chuckle, that’s a lie of course. We drove her crazy, but she loved (and still loves) us dearly, for some insane reason.
Fredi, glad you’re enjoying the vignette as well. I was writing up a comparison of Gideon and Daegan tonight for an article that will be posted over at RTBookReviews hopefully this week, and it made me fall in love with them both all over again. As an exclusive excerpt, I’m giving them the discussion between Gideon and Daegan when they were arguing over who was going after Anwyn’s sire – think it highlights both their personalities very well. And I love the word fantabulous! Thank your nieces and nephews for it.
Joey,
I’ve just now read this (been off the computer). Three WEEKS??? I think you have been fudging all this time and are really a sadist in disguise…..
I am, however, love, love, loving this vignette. Seeing Mason and Jess finally get to interact fully true to their natures is wonderful! Thank you so much for these vignettes!
I’d be in the “tie her to the chair” camp, but alas, I know you’d enjoy it too much and we’d NEVER get any more books! LOL
I know this is for Mason (whom I JUST LOVE!!!) and Jessica, but I have to tell you how much I’m still enjoying Gideon’s story. I’m savoring it slowly, and re-reading certain parts, so I don’t miss anything (or just want to re-live the experience) Can’t wait for Trinity! As for Mason and Jessica, I know the next part will meet and exceed my expectations for their reunion. Love your work!!!!!
Sheila, well there’s a little bit of switch in all of us (laughter). Glad you’re loving it however – know you’ve been waiting a while to see them reach this point. :>
And Sandra, I have no problem with crossover praise, particularly when it involves Gideon (grin). He was such a tormented soul in Mark of the Vampire Queen, it was nice to turn toward him and give him his own story.
More soon! Thanks all…
Gideon’s story is wonderful, I was so glad to see him find someone to share his life, I actually figured it would be a vampire. Loved the way Gideon and Jacob interact at the most important times for both of them. I have only a few more pages left till the story will be finished ( I’ll be so sad) and I already can’t wait for Trinity in September.
Mason and Jennifer’s story and vignette have entertained me immensely. Can’t wait for you to get back from vacation and finsih it.
Hope you are having a good time and taking some time for yourself.
Thanks.
Hey guys, I appreciate the excitement over the new book but please keep in mind some of us in this thread / blog post (about Mason and Jessica) have not read the new book and just had some very key plot details spoiled for us. I’m sure there’s plenty of people who have read the book and would like to talk about it at the fan forum though. Anyone who has posted in this thread will get a direct email update with all the details you’re giving away.
Sorry about that. Won’t post again about it.
Amber, very good point – I always try to watch that myself and sometimes I get carried away in my details. If it helps, pretty much all of what was just revealed (except for the general reference to Jacob appearing in the book), is intimated on the back cover – it is a menage erotic romance, and it says he gets involved with two vampires (grin). But we’ll be more careful, no worries – definitely don’t want to spoil it for you guys!
Tena, thanks for letting me know about your enjoyment of the book – As I’ve stated (but I’m going to keep repeating it – grin) I just can’t wait until September either!
Usually if I am pretty excited about a book or movie it’s hard to contain, so I certainly understand that. For movies and such I go so far as to not even watch previews (man they are bad these days!) But I love being surprised, so that’s why I like to not know anything until I delve into it!
Amber, I know how you feel, I feel the same way. But believe me, I don’t think anything’s been said that will spoil anything for you. It’s full of surprises!
That’s good. I haven’t read the back of the books yet but I was worried something had been spoiled. I’m glad that it hasn’t!
OMG. Great stuff!!
Holy… Ohmigod… WOW!!!!!!!!!!
This was my favorite part so far… thanks be to the gods that I found this story late enough that it now has eight parts to it… speaking of which…
(runs away to feed her hungry eyes with more of this hot little number.)
You are one gifted author!
Brittany, thank you!! I’ve left a comment for you up on the road ahead (smile), but wanted to thank you here as well! And thanks to Jerry as well – sorry I missed you earlier!