Hope you enjoy our conclusion (at least for now!) of Mason and Jess’s vignette. This will be it for vignettes for a little while, at least until I get past the Sep-Oct conferences and my November 30 deadline, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have delightful things coming up. See the first comment at the end of this vignette!
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Jessica put her hands on his knees, sliding over the bone to the firm joining point of the muscles that layered his thighs. All her senses were open to the nth degree, such that the nerve endings in her fingers registered each element of the terrain. Smooth, slim bands from the knees, tributaries that ran down to those wide muscles leading up his inner thighs. She hooked the opening in the towel, tugged enough to have it loosen at his waist, then slid her hand under, enjoying the pleasure of first finding him by touch, whispering over his testicles, then to the heat and life of his cock. Her hand closed over the thick base root, resting the side of her hand on the heavy sac beneath it. With the other hand she pushed the towel back, revealing the impressive length and breadth of him. She felt a surge of quaking delight at the viscous fluid collected at the top, waiting for her parted lips.
Can you imagine it, habiba? They are all watching, the most powerful vampires in the world. Their servants stand still behind their chairs, yet every eye is on you, on whether you will serve me well.
There is only you, Master. She repeated the thought, letting him feel the resolve in her, the simple truth of it. She nuzzled the top of his cock, touching the tip of her tongue to that wet slit, her hand tightening and sliding upward, letting him feel the friction. “Nothing else will matter to me.” She spoke, so she could breathe heat on him. His fingers twitched on the chair arm, and it made her lips curve, even as her heart tightened with such love she thought it could crack from the pressure. “It will be only you, even if…even if one of them orders his female servant to kneel behind me, turn on her back so she is laying between my knees, which she pushes open wider to accommodate her, so her mouth has access to my pussy.” Male interest in a female’s mouth on another female’s flesh was eternal, and she used it to ease into the other idea. “And another Council member gives an order to her male servant…”
A thread of tension ran up his thighs then, but she slid her hand over one of them, her knuckles stroking, then dipping to cup his testicles in her hand again, caress them as she tilted her head to trace the flare of the broad head with her tongue, a slow circle.
She’ll tell him to kneel, spread the legs of that female servant, and drive into her. But as he does, he slides his arm around her back, lifts her up and she curls her arms over my hips to steady herself as she uses the angle to put her mouth on my pussy, start eating it for their viewing pleasure…and yours. While he fucks her slow, deep, building her response as she is driving mine. You’ll be able to feel it, not only in my mind, but in the way I suck your cock, how hard it is for me to concentrate as she nibbles on my clit, sinks her delicate tongue deep into me, that place that craves the far more substantial thrust of your cock.
“Jessica.” His voice was a growl. “Suck me.”
She took him in, stretching her lips to get over the broad head, making a mewling noise of pleasure in the back of her throat as she slid down his length as far as she could go at this angle, her hips off her calves. She’d given him the image, but now there was only him to her, no ability to maintain any other focus. She sucked him deep, hard, then came up slow, the way she knew he liked it. Mason was as good at using denial to prolong his own response as he was at administering it. He knew the power and pleasure of making her work for his release. She hungered to feel it, to feel that powerful hand convulse on her hair, pulling hard and painful at her scalp as he drove up into her mouth, pumping his seed into her. Some sense of her punishment lingered in this, such that she knew she couldn’t hope to have his cock sinking deep into her cunt this first time, joining them together the way she needed so desperately.
Work for it, my sweet slave. Earn it. The Council is watching.
It’s only your approval that matters to me, Master.
His fingers grazed her nape, tugging on her hair, a gentle affection, but with a hint of strength to it as well. She savored the taste of that thick shaft in her mouth, going down then back up again, sliding her tongue all over it, random erratic patterns, then settling into a deep, rhythmic pump, vividly imagining it shoving into her wet heat, the muscles of her pussy sucking on him in a torturous drag every time he withdrew, then came back in. The intimate tissues between her legs contracted at the thought. Sometimes, when he didn’t have her hands pinned or bound, she could let her fingers slide over his buttocks, feel those muscle groups tightening and releasing, increasing the drive of his thrusts.
She should have known the danger of planting a seed in Mason’s head. With only a brief mind touch for warning, Amara’s hands settled on Jess’s hips, gripping to lift her up, changing her angle so she was tilted further forward. Levering Mason’s cock to a more horizontal drive into her mouth, Jess braced one hand on the floor with the other still gripping him firmly, determined not to break her rhythm, even though she knew what was coming. Mason of course had to do his best to scatter her concentration, sending her the image so she saw Enrique come behind Amara, slide her robe off her shoulders. As he did, he bent to press an open mouth to her throat, his hand tangling in her hair roughly. Her hands, returning to Jess’s hips after the robe was removed, tightened there, responding to the provocation. Then he slid an arm around her waist, another over her firm, high breasts, and turned her in a flexible, graceful movement. When he lowered her to her back between Jess’s spread thighs, his smooth, lean and tan muscles flexed with the movement.
Enrique wore only a pair of cotton trousers, but now he shed them, kicking them to the side and leaving himself as naked as his wife. His dark eyes were hot on the curves of her body, the way she instinctively spread her legs, bending them at the knee, an open invitation to the man who claimed her as husband, through whose eyes the vampire who claimed her could see all that she was offering. It made Jessica shiver, all the layers of possession and meaning in the relationships between them.
Having trouble focusing, habiba?
Not at all, my lord. She renewed her efforts, gave him a light nip on the velvet stretched skin, stimulating that taut vein that ran up the base of his shaft.
Then we shall have to try harder.
Jess’s moan vibrated against his cock as he showed her Enrique’s view when he knelt between Amara’s legs. The servant seated his erect cock against her damp flesh and then pushed it in, the slick lips of the labia giving way, the channel pulling him in so he slid in to the hilt. Putting his hands beneath Amara’s back, he lifted her like an offering, bending to lick one nipple as her mouth found Jess’s pussy. Her slim but strong hands curved back over Jess’s hips, her thumbs pressing into her buttocks.
Amara was well-versed in lovemaking skills of all kinds, a trained consort as well as dancer. Plus she was a woman, who well knew what made a woman respond. She also had the ability to merge into Jess’s mind through Mason’s, particularly if he was facilitating it, like now, allowing her to pick up the current of Jessica’s arousal—when Jess needed the oral stimulation to be rough or gentle, a consistent or erratic stimulation.
Jess’s hand constricted on Mason’s thigh and she gave a hard, uncontrolled pull on his cock as Amara’s tongue circled her clit, pulling it into the cavern of her mouth. Then Jess quivered at Amara’s breath of hot, teasing air, her response to Enrique pushing even harder into his wife’s body, a long, demanding thrust that bumped her nose against Jessica’s labia. Mason’s hand moved to Jess’s hair now, tangling his fingers in it and tightening there, pushing her down deeper on him, bringing his own demand into play..
Jess couldn’t close her eyes on the images, but neither of course could Mason. All three of his servants, two on their knees and one on her back, arranged to serve and please his senses. Enrique pumping into Amara’s pussy, so wet they could hear the sound of it as he reached his hilt and withdrew again. Amara’s upper body flushed and breasts full and quivering, the nipples hard and needy, still marked with his mouth. Her back and throat arched both to receive him in her body and to give her a better angle to tease and lick Jessica’s cunt, using those relentless third mark and dancer’s muscles to hold herself, as well as the strength of her husband’s hands.
Mason showed Jessica herself, kneeling between his legs, her mouth working his cock, the thick breadth of it glistening with the moisture of her mouth as she slid up and down, sometimes going all the way to the tip, then sucking the head in again, teasing the edge of it with her tongue. Her slim shoulders were bowed forward, the line of her spine curved up as she serviced him, too tempting for him not to trail his fingers along the bumps of vertebrae, caressing the pale skin. Her hand on his thigh moved upward with her effort, bracing herself against his ridged abdomen, fingers curling in, thumb caressing the smooth pubic area right above his turgid length.
He was huge now, and she wanted him inside of her so badly, but she had to prove it, had to give him this. Earn it, sweet slave. The words drove her, inspired her, held her in thrall. She treasured the rasp of his breath, the tightening of all those splendid muscles, the fact he was using them to drive his cock into her mouth more forcefully, such that she was having to concentrate to keep pace, and concentration was getting very difficult.
God, Amara was too damn good at this, and the little hitches and breaks caused by what Enrique was doing to her, pushing her toward the edge of control, just added to it, a mix of chaos with skill, a devastating combination that was having a domino effect on all of them.
It’s not enough. The thought hit her mind like a desert sand storm, and then Mason had her under the arms, lifting her away from Amara, the vibration of the woman’s mouth still rippling through Jessica’s cunt as he put her upon that large cock and drove her down, with ruthless passion.
The feeling was indescribable, the mix of the two sensations enough to have Jessica grabbing onto his shoulders for support. But those amber eyes, like fire upon all her exposed flesh, demanded, wanted more.
I will direct your movements, habiba. Put your hands on your breasts. Cup them, tease the nipples, display yourself for me.
She obeyed, and immediately cried out as he took over the movements of her body, lifting and then shoving her back down on him, as if she were no more than a doll he could direct at will. A climax was spiraling up, irresistible, from that joining point. She cupped her breasts, and the moment she squeezed the nipples she imagined his mouth upon them, the pressure of his suckling hold, the unexpected score of his fangs. She couldn’t help the thought, but her mind as well as her body wasn’t her own now. She was all his, a creature purely of his pleasure, and she gave herself to it. The rub of his cock against her clit, how he filled her inside, the idea of his mouth on her nipples…
More than anything, she wanted to wrap her arms around his broad, sheltering shoulders, bury her face against all the thick, copper-silk of his hair, and let the feelings and sensations take her. Let him take her, wherever he would.
Do it, habiba. Let me feel the beat of your heart against mine, and trust me to take us home.
She immediately complied, letting out a soft cry of joy and arousal both at that meeting, for he banded his arms around her as well, wrapping them together, her upper torso flush to his, bone, muscle, sinew, and the life sustaining organs beneath, all moving and reacting in sync. Her fingers slipped over the scarred lines of the tiger tattooed high on the back of his shoulder, even as his fingers spread out over the one on her back. A tiger gazing through a bamboo forest of scars, a reminder that the tiger was always there, watching over her, making sure those scars had no hold upon her.
As she closed her eyes and put her face into his hair, she slid her fingers into it, gripped his neck and inhaled everything about his beloved, familiar scent, the danger and sex, the love and safety of him. All hers. Her vampire.
Sweet slave. My beloved. Though she’d expected him to keep the same pace, she wasn’t surprised that, bonded this way, he slowed them down. He showed her Mara and Enrique were gone, having taken their finale elsewhere. As aroused as they both were, she expected that wasn’t much further than the room at the top of the stairs. The lights were dimmed, all the things in here in shadows, so it was just candles and stone walls. Fire and earth, and her and Mason.
He held her banded in his arms that way and moved inside her. Slow, slow pushes deep, to the hilt, then equally slow withdrawals, controlling everything. She made tiny cries, letting him know how excruciating it was, how close she was, as sensation rippled along her cunt from his advance and retreat, a rolling rhythm like the gradual movement of waves far out from shore. As he kept doing it, his cock convulsed inside of her, his expression tightening as she lifted her face, stared into his. They held gazes, each feeling the sensations of the other as Mason opened his mind to her, let them feed on one another. He was very close to release, as was she, but he was prolonging it, a quiver in all those fine limbs, wanting her begging.
She could hold out a little longer, knowing he would want to test her limits, because that was his nature. But not much longer. His eyes glinted, knowing it, as he brought her down, driving in deep again. “Oh…” She gasped, hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in.
“Drink from me, habiba.” The demand was hoarse, feral. “I want to feel you nourish yourself from me. I want my blood on your tongue when you come.”
She’d gotten better at it, learning how to use her canines so it wasn’t as difficult to break through the skin, but she knew any pain she caused him was outweighed by what it offered to both of them. She put her mouth to his throat, her breath clogging as it changed the angle, drove him deeper, and then she bit.
Rich, metallic, life giving. The visceral bond between vampire and servant, the stuff that could restore her energy even if she was grievously wounded. She knew. He’d given her his heart’s blood once before, and it had nearly killed them both, but he would do anything for her.
Anything but live without her.
And she understood then. He would do anything for her, but if she loved him as much, she had to do the same.
As she licked the blood from the wound, swallowing, she made herself say it, though she had to do it in her mind, the idea too difficult to say aloud. I will abide by your will, my lord. Whatever it is. I want…to be with you, but if your heart cannot bear the fear of it, the fear of seeing me exposed to others…I will serve your heart and soul, as much as I serve your body. I love you and will learn to take joy in every command you give me, as an expression of your love for me.
His arms confined her further, and he turned his head to take her mouth in a kiss then, tasting that blood as he’d desired, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head. As he did, he moved her down, then up, then increased the pace, holding the kiss as they rose and fell, as fire moved up her thighs and centered in her loins.
“Mason…” She gasped it against his lips. “I can’t—”
“Come for me, habiba. Prove your devotion and obey.”
She was already going over, but she clamped down on him with her inner muscles, wanting and needing to bring him with her. Please, my lord, don’t let me go alone.
She arched back, a scream breaking from her lips as the sensation took over, gripping her relentlessly, all the denied pleasure, all the stimulation, coming together so her pussy rippled and spasmed upon him, her hands now claws, digging into his skin. He abandoned finesse, hands vising on her hips once more, bruising, punishing, and as she writhed upon him, scream going to shriek, he began to release. The hot jets of seed drove her up and over again, before the first wave had even finished.
There was nothing so primal, so basic and clear as this, being taken by her Master, his amber gaze lifting to fasten on her face, take in her every expression as she took in his, the fierce pleasure, the uncontrolled flood of desire that not only came from his cock, but from the heat emanating off of him, washing over her, making her buck, writhe and rock, undulate and grind herself on him with total physical and emotional abandon. When his hands stilled her enough to take one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking on her powerfully as he was still coming, her shrieks went into mindless wails. The climax kept thundering through her, incredible, building waves. She trusted him to hold onto her on the tossing storm waves, even as she gloried in knowing he was in that storm right along with her, his muscles shuddering, his cock still hard and pumping.
As they were finally driven to shore, her arms fell limply around his shoulders again, her face against the side of his. He banded his arms around her once more as well, holding her so close they were a tangled pillar of flesh, one of those intricate sculptures inspired by the Kama Sutra, its celebration of the joining of two hearts at all levels of existence. She never wanted to move.
“It is a closed circle, habiba,” he said at last. She noticed his voice was thick, both with residual passion and something more. “You will stay here, because you love me too much to see me worried and fearful for you. I will take you, because I cannot bear your loneliness and fear for me when I am away.” His hand traced her face, lifting it, and he drew her back so her bottom was pressed deeper against his thighs. She made a small whimper at the feel of him shifting inside of her. His eyes darkened as she pressed her mouth to his palm, biting him gently, but then she brought her gaze to his, putting her trembling fingers on his mouth, teasing a fang, following his jaw, trailing along his brow.
“But when it comes down to it,” he rumbled. “I cannot deny my servant’s wisdom, or the eight hundred years of my own.” Those amber eyes held hers. “There are always things to fear. As you said earlier, there is never enough time to love, and so to let fear steal one single moment of loving you…that is something I would be a fool to permit.”
“And you are not a foolish man.” She whispered it, but her lips curved, inspiring a quirk from his own tempting mouth.
“Perhaps not. But it’s also my experience that fools love the best and deepest of any of us. So maybe I will strive to be a fool, and give up my wisdom to love you with everything I am.”
She was overcome, but she knew her Master well, that hint of a smile. Cocking her head, she gave him a dubious look, though she knew it couldn’t diminish the telltale adoration in her eyes. “Give up your arrogance? Your know-it-all attitude? I don’t know, my lord. That might even be beyond your significant capabilities.”
“You think so?” He settled back, lifting a brow, his knuckles sliding along one of her breasts, stroking. “Perhaps the same could be said for a woman giving up her stubbornness, her belief that she always knows best.”
“But we do, my lord.” She blinked at him innocently. If her limbs had had an ounce of coordination right now, she would have hopped up, instigated one of their playful cat-and-mouse games that he could easily win but he always indulged, letting her play until he was aroused enough that the play became something else. As if he expected her to try regardless—and he might have been right—he surged up from the chair with her held securely in his arms.
“None of that right now.”
“I think you far overestimate my stamina, my lord.”
“Not at all.” He hitched her in his arms, a quick bounce that made her grab onto his neck, hold him closer. “But I might test your weakened state by taking you to the beach. We can discuss who’s right. While I hold you underwater.”
“You know third marked servants can’t drown.”
“I know that full well, habiba.” He gave her a wicked look. “Perhaps you can occupy yourself with something down there until I decide to let you up.”
Jessica let the bubble of laughter take her, content to be held as he carried her toward whatever he next had planned for them. Maybe he would forgive Mara and Enrique fully and let them join them on the beach. They’d eat dinner out there, the cook would make cookies for desert, and Mason would taste the sugar and chocolate on her lips as they all lay out under the stars, naked and wet. Mara would tell stories of desert djinns and treasures hidden in the sand, and Jess would lay with her head on Mason’s chest, feeling his heart beat and knowing there was no greater treasure than her desert tiger.
He was right. No fear should steal away the precious time they had, and she was determined to honor that, with every moment she was given with him. She would give him her faith, and they would banish fear forever.
Okay, now to follow up on that comment about all the delightful things ahead while you’re waiting for the next vignette to start:
1) To pick up the slack for me, Ben of Knights of the Board Room is giving an interview to the Femme Fatales on the Atlantis getaway island, and that will be posted on the fan forum (http://fansofjoeywhill.forumotion.com) in the next couple of days, if all goes well (that is, if he ever comes up for air on an island populated by beautiful women).
2) And of course Matt, the reserved leader of the Kensington & Associates pack, is giving an interview toward the end of October!
3) In the interim, we’ll have Vampire Trinity releasing at the beginning of September and…
4) A book club night at the forum to talk all about it October 2.
5) Finally – Who knows? We might even get a 2010 release date for Afterlife. The final manuscript is on schedule to be turned in August 31, and since the contract’s been signed, editing can be started as soon as my editor can fit it in. We’ll see what happens. I could be being overly optimistic, but I’m in the mood to be hopeful (grin).
So, as far as the next vignette – unless my muse changes her mind, David and Mina of A Witch’s Beauty will likely be featured, since we haven’t let our mermaids have their chance in the vignette spotlight yet. My hope is I can get that started sometime in December and give it to you as a Christmas gift. So if you haven’t tried my mermaids yet, you might give A Witch’s Beauty a look so you can enjoy the vignette fully. Though it’s the second book in the series, it stands alone, no worries, though there are a few spoilers for Book One (Mermaid’s Kiss). You’ll likely forget all about those, however, in your focus on the intense interaction between David and Mina , so nothing will truly be spoiled (wink).
Anyhow, again, hope you enjoy this. It’s been so wonderful to spend time with Mason and Jess again!
This was fantastic, of course. Thank you so much for Lord Mason & Jessica, and all your characters. Give your muse a big hug for me…
While you’re at it, give your hubby a giant hug as well. We forget the magic the webmaster behind the curtain weaves. Thanks to him too.
Big sigh of happiness and delight! (Words are just unneccesary.)
Joey, you and your Muse are one fantastic team.
Terry/Karen – thanks so much, girls! Very much appreciated. And I’ll definitely give him that hug, Terry – I know he appreciates being noticed (in a very subtle, don’t-actually-talk-to-him-I’m-playing-Warcraft kind of way (lol).
And Karen, what “team”?! I’m the muse’s bitch, basically, and she kicks me around until I write what she wants (laughter). Seriously, thank you for that – I don’t know what I’d do without her – or all of you! :>
Nobody writes’um like you Joey, thank you for the delightful summer vignettes, as if our summer wasn’t hot enough, see you at Authors After Dark 2.
Barbara, you’re a doll! I’m so excited to hear you’ll be at AAD again this year! You have updated your address book for my new email address, right? (storywitch@storywitch.com) Will Veronica be coming with you as well? I’d love to see you both again. :>
Weather wise… I wish it was much cooler where I am, so I could stay inside even more… the insides need heating up! I loved this and although I feel as though I want to whine like a little kid who wants more, I wont…
A) because im not a kid, im 23, and B) because this delightful conclusion to Mason & Jess’s vignette left me completely satisfied… Luckily my imaginative skills are top notch, ill just have to imagine what Mason, Jess, Amara, & Enrique, are doing until we get another story.This really was awesome Joey, I cant wait to find more of your books to read, so I can know what others are talkign about when they mention other characters…(im feeling a little out of the loop in that aspect. lol)
britt
Oh, Joey…This vignette was more wonderful then I can articulate. It’s simply perfect. I’m still breathless…just basking in voyeuristic glory. You captured everything I every wanted for Lord Mason and Jessica. I feel a sense of peace for them amidst the intensity of their passion. I will be rereading this vignette for years to come. It is as timeless as Beloved Vampire. Thank you so much for this.
I am so looking forward to Vampire Trinity. I also think Mina and David will be a perfect next vignette. I felt I could have read another 100 pages about them as well. I will be patient and wait…I’m getting much better at it even though on the inside I feel like a petulent child stomping her feet. Thank you again for everything you write.
A search under “Afterlife Joey W. Hill” on amazon.com turns up Vampire Mistress, Vampire Queen and A Vampire’s Claim. There are no hits for B&N under advanced search. (sigh)
Fantastic vignettes! Many thanks.
Brittany, you must live somewhere without A/C, such that staying outside for a breeze is better than being in the hot indoors. Because of course, here, it’s just the opposite – so hot outside, everyone is staying inside for the A/C. Even my adventurous dogs who usually play in the backyard while I write, have been laying around in melted furry puddles around me most days. So glad the conclusion of the vignette was satisfying, however, and I did some of that myself – imagining the four of them on the beach together! And don’t worry, you’ll catch up. Hope you enjoy the journey!
Heather, what wonderful compliment, to compare this to the full length book – thank you for that. And I’m happy to hear you’re anticipating David and Mina as well. I’m looking forward to revisiting the mermaids and angels myself – I’ve been away from them too long. :>
Jerry, sorry for that confusion! The results were picking up my name only, because the final manuscript for Afterlife hasn’t yet been submitted to Ellora’s Cave, and it doesn’t yet have an assigned release date. In short, it’s not even on the radar of the bookstores yet. Thanks for checking, though, and glad you’re still enjoying the vignettes…
Bravo, Joey, Bravo!!!! This was magnificent. Sexy and smart–I love your writing. Thank you for this glimpse into Mason and Jess’s life.
oh waiting for the final chapter of this vignette was just devastating. As soon as I saw what Jessica was imagining I knew Amara and Enrique would be back. That’s one incredible way to help Jess, besides I think amara was secretly or maybe not so secretly hoping for the opportunity to get that close to Jess.
Watching Jess truly let herself go for her master and I believe for herself more than anything was a joy. What a masterpiece Joey… thank you soooo much for the deeper glimpse into Jessica’s mind as well as Amara’s because I learned many things about her as well during this 9 part series. Amara is truly a woman to be reckoned with and someone who loves deeply but also very loyally. I wouldn’t mind seeing a vignette on Enrique and Amara and how that whole dynamic came about in full detail and how they both came to Mason. I know at different times but I would love to read it anyways.
Waiting is not my favorite thing and somehow you are teaching me a little patience. It’s not like I can run to my mommy and tell her to tell you to hurry up and give me my book. Or at least my copy of Vampire Trinity. Any suggestions on how to make the days go faster??? I don’t exactly have Gideon here to luxuriate away the days. But hey at least
Vampire Trinity is on order and I am counting down the days.
Thanks Joey, you rock. and tell your muse to stop kicking you around.
j/k if that’s what it takes to get more books I am all for a few bruises. LOL. ;}
Thank you so much for the wonderful vignettes! All of them! I am a huge fan of all your books and it’s such a pleasure to read continuing story lines on these wonderful characters! I always eagerly look forward to all your releases!
Brittany, you must live somewhere without A/C, such that staying outside for a breeze is better than being in the hot indoors. Because of course, here, it’s just the opposite – so hot outside, everyone is staying inside for the A/C. Even my adventurous dogs who usually play in the backyard while I write, have been laying around in melted furry puddles around me most days. So glad the conclusion of the vignette was satisfying, however, and I did some of that myself – imagining the four of them on the beach together! And don’t worry, you’ll catch up. Hope you enjoy the journey!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Um… hmm… rephrase needed I see, or, rewording, whatever… anyways, what I meant was that its so hot outside that I needn’t be reading outside as id like to, so instead I have to read Inside my house…where it is somewhat air-conditioned (I have a window A/C unit)… thats why I said the insides need warming up… and it’ll take me a bit to catch up because you books are not in any store close to me…in Oregon they are most likely found in big name stores, like, Barns & Noble, or ones like it… thanks for the reply!
Thank you. Absolutely lovely.
Loved these vignettes Joey!! They held me over until the releae of Vampire Trinity! lol! I can’t wait for summer to be over (not just because it’s been darned HOT this summer, but because I want that book already! lol!!).
I’d love to read more about David and Mina!! I love the Angel/Mermaid world! Whoo Hoo!!
As always, I am in awe of your talent! (kowtowing… I’m not worthy! I’m not worthy!!)
Lauralee and Sharon and sharonj, so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for those wonderful compliments!!
Kathleen, I agree – I think Amara has contemplated that since that scene in Beloved Vampire where Jess is touching her, and Mason tells her in mindspeak she has to stop because Amara belongs to him. Remember Amara’s response? “I think one day we should defy him. I doubt he would put great effort into stopping us. More likely he would decide to punish us . . . afterward.” Grin. Regardless, I think vignettes about how Mason and Enrique met, or Amara met the two of them, would be lovely. I’ve added them to the list for future consideration.
As far as how to make time speed up, I have the exact opposite situation – too much to do and too few hours in the day! Maybe you and I should flip time dynamics for awhile (lol). But I admit the days to the release of VT do seem to be a bit interminable – it’s no fun to write something and not be able to talk about it yet! (wink) As far as your comment: “tell your muse to stop kicking you around…j/k if that’s what it takes to get more books I am all for a few bruises” – geez, you all are a mean group – must be why I like you all so much (lol).
Brittany, my bad, sorry for the misunderstanding. I’m also sorry it’s hard to get my books out there. Do you have any small, independent bookstores close by? Because most of the time they will order a book for you. Wilmington or Myrtle Beach are the closest big bookstores, and they’re both about 45 min-1hour, so I often have our local bookseller order for me – she’s a treasure!
Fredi, you’re more than worthy – after all, without you all, I’d be reading my books to my dogs, and trust me, they’re not a very appreciative audience. Unless I bring milkbones to the reading and dole out a steady supply… (snort). Thank you for the compliments as well!
This is my third time reading this last chapter, and Joey in a word… “BREATHTAKING”…My deepest gratitude to you and your marvelous muse for countless moments of reading pleasure. What a gift you’ve given us.
I love your writing and you are so clever. Stimulus is just that… stimulus an external source to prompt an effect. In the end there is no substitute for the real thing and nothing is more real than the love and desire felt in the arms of the beloved. I love how you made the distinction “It’s not enough” Mason knew that as well didn’t he? (wise old desert tiger that he is)
Was he waiting for Jessica to come to that realization before he pulled her into his arms and brought her home? Ah…so beautiful. (deep sigh)
I’ve returned form my camping trip to find the finally segement. Excellant as usual. What a wonderful way to end it with the beach scene. Loved it!! Kinda like our camping next to the lake, kayaks floating on the moonlite surface as my husband and myself relax on the shore.
I look forward to Mina and David, I have read and enjoyed all of those books as well.
Looking forward to Vampire Trinity first part of September, just in time to keep me company during my upcoming ordeal.
Thanks again.
Joey yesterday I forgot to mention how much I love the Mermaid series. David is my favorite angel and a Witch’s Beauty is a wonderful book. I will be looking forward to their vignettes. You are so good to us.
I soooooooo loved this it was the perfect ending, I’m just sorry that I had to work so much that I am just now reading it. The count down to vampire trinity is the only excitment I have to my days. I’m more excited for the book than I am for my bother’s wedding which by the way is the saturday befoe the book comes out lol. Can’t wait for David’s and Mina’s story. I loved this series as well! Thank you so much for your stories.
Victoria, you all are very good to me, so I’m glad it’s a reciprocal thing (smile). And thank you for those wonderful additional thoughts. It’s funny how that works. A scene like that vacillates between the emotional and physical, but there’s certain points they have to come together so that they’re inseparable, the intimacy with the physical consummation, and I love to see it happen that way.
Tena, we’ll be thinking good thoughts of you during “your ordeal”, and I hope my characters will make things easier by keeping you company. Sounds like the camping trip was a lovely, relaxing way to prepare for it. Glad you were able to come home to an enjoyable read with the vignette!
Maria, it’s crazy that we all stay so busy, isn’t it? Which makes me all the more appreciative of the time you all take to read my work. The fact that it helps make your days a little easier is the highest form of flattery – thank you!
And I’m delighted to hear how many of you are looking forward to David and Mina’s vignette!
Bravo!
A standing ovation as I look forward to further delights.
Thanks, Cathy!
Loved it! As always. I hope that one day we get to see Jessica at a council meeting.
And I can not wait for December. I will be awaiting my Christmas gift cause you know that Mina is my girl!
I’ve been AWOL and missed this until now. It was WELL worth the wait! I too wasn’t at all surprised to see Amara in there. I have truly enjoyed this vignette as much as the books – getting to see Mason and Jessica finally let go and enjoy their full Master/slave relationship has been wonderful. Seeing Jessica accept his will at the end was beautiful. Not only was this incredibly erotic, it was extremely moving. Thank you so much, Joey!
And I would say sorry that the Muse is kicking you around, but if it gets us such things as this…..umm, well. Bruises can be great fun you know!
Jo – I’m waiting to see that myself. I think she’ll amaze us all. Of course, with Mason in her corner, I think nothing can stop her (smile). And glad to hear Mina is still one of your favorites! I like that cranky witch quite a bit myself.
Sheila, glad to have you back, and happy you enjoyed it! And as far as the bruises – geez, you guys are mean! (lol) Of course, yes, I admit it, you’ve realized that I don’t have problems with bruises, properly applied (wicked grin).
*Dies from over-excitement*………. I just read on the newsletter that you will definitely be writing a sequel (I spelled that right, didn’t I?), to ‘Beloved Vampire’… OMG!!!!!!!!!! *comes back to life only to die again*… ok, enough dramatics… I can only hope that you do not keep us waiting to long… and that you will give us a sneak-peek, once in a great while…
(PS) still loving this vignette!!!!!!!!!!
Brittany, my bad, sorry for the misunderstanding. I’m also sorry it’s hard to get my books out there. Do you have any small, independent bookstores close by? Because most of the time they will order a book for you. Wilmington or Myrtle Beach are the closest big bookstores, and they’re both about 45 min-1hour, so I often have our local bookseller order for me – she’s a treasure!
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woops, I never saw this reply… and there is a place called ‘Paperback Exchange,’ but I dont know if they do orders, Id have to ask them… I do know that they have notification lists, where if I am waiting for a certain book, they will let me know when it comes in… but that could take an unknown amount of time… thanks for the reply, sorry it took so long to read it.
Brittany, so happy to hear your excitement about Mason/Jess Part 2 (grin). And yes, I have every intention of writing it, if the publisher is interested in more vampire books. I’m finishing up Jacob/Lyssa Part III this year, so next year we’ll see Vampire Instinct and their book release while I’m working on the two mass-market paranormals for another Berkley line, but I assume later in 2011 we’ll revisit whether or not the publisher wants another couple vampires. I’m hoping that will be the case, because I certainly want to write them!
But definitely, check with the bookstore. Often they will order something for you; I know my bookstore is a book exchange as well, but they will bring in the newest releases and order books so we don’t have to drive so far.
Thanks again for letting me know you’re enjoying the vignettes, and sorry my reply took a little while. Just got back from Romanticon, my final con of the year, so I should get back on a better email schedule!
I am a fairly new reader of your vignettes, but am catching up fast. I have read all your books and am looking forward to Hostile Takeover, and to Lyssa and Jacobs book his winter. Keep on writing, it stirs the imagination beyond belief