by Sarah | Feb 25, 2013 | All About Kennedy, Cystic Fibrosis, Failure to Thrive (FTT), Special Needs
Today my youngest one is (as this posts) undergoing tests that will determine further treatment. In honor of that and the indomitable spirit I know she has, I’m re-posting this post from a couple of years ago.
[flickr id=”5883282550″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”] Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear. ~François de la Rochefoucauld
She is never still.
My Angel.
Always in motion, even at rest.
Curious about everything.
Has to touch it, feel it, question it, learn it.
The world is but a canvas to our imaginations. ~Henry David Thoreau
She sees the world with bright eyes.
Hears music no one else hears.
Sings songs of her own workings.
Finds fun and life in nothing more than a rock.
A tomboy, and a princess, all wrapped into one.
Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale. ~Lewis Carroll
She loves with all her heart.
And can melt yours with a smile.
Or one look of her big brown eyes.
A Daddy’s Girl.
My precious Angel.
A sample of the purest love. Unconditional love.
Our Angel.
by Sarah | Feb 24, 2013 | Books, Hybrid, Tuesday Tales, Writing
Another Tuesday Tales, the same story – still without a title.
The prompt this week is sand – and I knew immediately what I would do.
Remember, this is a meme with many contributing authors, so make sure to click the link at the bottom of the image to take you to see more!
Anyhow, as always this is un-edited mostly, so forgive any errors. :
With a heavy heart and a heap of trepidation I opened my eyes. The devastation before me wrenched my heart down to my stomach. Ancient stone buildings lay in ruin. Sand swept across them, drifting up until most of the destruction was little more than tall dunes in a vast desert.
“Kryztalia. It couldn’t be.” Even through my denial I knew it was true. I recognized the destroyed town on instinct alone, for nothing of familiarity could be seen.
“It is, Jyoti. All of the citizens were killed in the blink of an eye.” My father trudged forward through the sand, climbing a dune to the evidence of stone peeking out from the top of it. “Kryztalia gone.”
“Who would have done such a thing?” Before he could respond the answer sank into my consciousness. “The Vanggars?”
“Very astute, Jyoti.”
“But they were our allies throughout the wars.” I followed his path up the dune, pausing beside him to survey the land. Far as the eye could see was sand and ruin, where once vegetation and even a river had flowed. Hot wind ruffled my human hair, and soothed the sting of my hand. “Why attack now?”
“The new prince was unhappy with my answer to his request.”
“That is why you require me? What was his request…me?”
“It is Alatus Vanggar. What do you think?”
“I think that he is a selfish brat that acts as though he’s a one-hundred year old youngling.” I lifted my chin. “You cannot believe that I would return for this. For him. A match made in fiery hell just to appease a spoiled child-man.”
“Not at all. I believed you would return to help us fight. The spoiled youngling, as you call him, has a vast appeal and charm.”
“Snake oil salesman.”
My father chuckled, “You always did like the old west, Jyoti. You date even yourself using that term.”
“I don’t care. So what you’re telling me is that he has used charm to gain followers.”
“Those who have forgotten what happened eons ago, or are itching for a new fight, and then there are the younglings eager to rush to his promises.”
“Which has made him capable of great devastation in little time.”
“Precisely.”
I inhaled the hot air, letting it fill my lungs. They pulsed within my chest at the heated boost before I blew out the air. “Are you really wanting to fight again?”
“I’ve tried politics, I’ve tried reason. That’s why I’ve waited so long to tell you.”
“Good King Jdyne. So tired of battle, he chooses words.”
“We were all tired of battle.”
“I remember. I was rather enjoying peace.”
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by Sarah | Feb 20, 2013 | Character Interview, Guest Authors, Writing
Today I’m happy to welcome Gray Dixon to Sarah’s Storylines. To celebrate the release of her novel, Master Knight, she brought along her character Marcus Knight for an interview. The interview went…well, the way I love to see character interviews go. Please sit back and enjoy 🙂
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GRAY: Hey, Marcus. I’m so happy you decided to share with the readers.
MARCUS: My pleasure, pet. It’s the least I could do for my word master. (An eyebrow shoots up and the corners of his mouth turn up revealing a wicked grin.)
GRAY: *blushes* Oh Marcus, you’re so bad. Can we change the subject and you tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to my attention?
MARCUS: If I remember correctly, you came to me. I guess I should amend that and say you came to us. My friends and I were watching a Dallas Cowboys game at Club Tabu for Sports Night and you walked in. Our lives were never the same.
GRAY: Oh, yes, I remember that night. You’ve changed my life too. Tell us more. What do you do for a living?
MARCUS: I’m a businessman, an entrepreneur really. I started the parent company, Knight Enterprises, on a dare from my buddies at Texas A & M. My little computer gaming business eventually turned into a worldwide multi-millionaire conglomerate, acquiring eleven smaller companies from Dallas to Hong Kong to New York. Of course, my favorite is Club Tabu which I co-own with my friends.
GRAY: A self-made man. How sexy is that, right? What or who is the greatest love of your life and why?
MARCUS: Thanks Gray. Strong, powerful, wealthy men are usually considered sexy, but to me it’s just my job. Work used to be my passion, my love, my reason for success. However, today I’ve found a new love, one that makes getting up in the morning and going to bed at night. I lost her once and those were the worst seven months of my life, even after the cheating wife and stalker. I wanted perfection, but in the end I discovered what I wanted was a woman who complimented me and enjoyed the whips and chains that excite as much as I do. All the rest falls in place after that.
GRAY: *shivers run down the spine* Oh, she must be treasure. With that being said, what’s your greatest fear?
MARCUS: Losing her again, of course. Enough said.
GRAY: Okay then. Do you have a motto in life?
MARCUS: Not really, but if I have a code I try to live by it’d be play safe, sane and always with consent.
GRAY: I agree, those are good words to live by in any lifestyle choice. Switching up a bit here, how do the other characters in your debut book view you?
MARCUS: We get along great. We may have a few disagreements now and then, but I’ve known the guys since college and a couple longer. Mitchell Prince works for Knight Enterprises as the chief counsel. Simon Tempest only appears briefly and he’s new to the group. I bought out his music production company but offered him a position to stay on. You’ll get to meet him next year, as well as the others making cameo appearances throughout the series. I guess it all depends on you, my pet.
GRAY: Yes, it does. You bad boys better behave or I’ll give you some of my own version of bondage and discipline. *winks*
MARCUS: I wouldn’t do that, pet. Topping from the bottom is something I don’t tolerate. Let’s just get back to the questions, shall we?
GRAY: *swallows hard* Yes, Sir. What do you prefer? To spread and hear gossip, or be the creator of gossip fodder?
MARCUS: Neither. I’m a straight-shooter. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. I don’t have to go behind someone’s back and fabricate or perpetuate another’s gossip to get pleasure from doing so. Communication, and I mean honest, true communication, is vital in any relationship whether business and personal. If I don’t like you, I’ll say so. If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll voice my opinion. If I want to bring you pleasure, I expect you to tell me how.
GRAY: I so agree, Sir. What is it about you that will draw readers in?
MARCUS: My magnetic personality, of course. *Grins* If you were to ask Khari, she’d probably say how well I use my hands and voice to make her insides do flip-flops and her skin tingle with pleasure.
GRAY: Alrighty, I think it’s time to shift gears here and ask random, innocuous questions. If you were a color, what color would you be and why?
MARCUS: Black, but I do like blue, to match my eyes. Why? Because they look good on me. *Leans back in chair, crosses arms over his chest and winks* Don’t you agree?
GRAY: *clears throat* Um, I’m supposed to ask the questions, Sir. I think we need to move on. I think I’ll stick with a few lightning speed questions instead. Are you ready?
MARCUS: Pet, I’m always ready, are you?
GRAY: *sighs* Okay. Blondes, Redheads, or Brunettes?
MARCUS: I love all women, but I prefer blonde, especially the color of Khari’s. Long, bouncy curls and slightly disheveled.
GRAY: (trying to stay composed) Boxers or Briefs?
MARCUS: Commando all the way baby.
GRAY: (quickly losing composure with that image) Chocolate, Strawberry or Vanilla?
MARCUS: Definitely not vanilla, but I’ll take a scoop of each and lick the melting cream from—
GRAY: Sir, that’s too much information for the readers!
MARCUS: What? I was going to say lick from the cone. What did you think I’d say?
GRAY: (mouth still agape) Oh, I…I just thought, oh never mind. Next one. Soft and Sweet or Up Against the Wall?
MARCUS: You’re really asking me that? Seriously? Up Against The Wall. Hands pinned above your head. Legs spread. Blindfolded. And—
GRAY: Oh, please stop, Sir. This isn’t going well. I’m losing control. Let’s just end the interview with a thank you Master Knight for sharing some interesting information for the readers. I understand you’ve brought little excerpt to share as well. Why don’t we go ahead and bring that up. I’d like to also a heartfelt thank you Sir for being gracious in granting this interview. I know how busy you are and look forward to reading more about you and Khari.
MARCUS: My pleasure, pet. I hope I brought you and the readers a little pleasure today. I always strive to do just that. A little pain combined with the right kind of pleasure is always good.
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The Masters of Tabu center around the journey of college friends from Dallas, Texas, seeking redemption, healing and love when they least expect it. Hot days and sizzling nights await—Marcus Knight, Mitchell Prince, Jared King, Shane Marshal, Brock Dragon and Jagger Squire with Simon Tempest, a friend of Marcus Knight rounding out the co-owners of Club Tabu, a BDSM private club.
Dallas will never be the same.
BLURB:
Marcus Knight, entrepreneur and CEO of Knight Enterprises, is a Dom with a darker side. After a nasty divorce, he’s sworn off any emotional involvement with any woman. By accident he meets a woman at a party when he travels to New York City for business. She’s too young and inexperienced with his lifestyle. Or so he thinks.
Khari Bradford, small town girl in search of fame and fortune on the Broadway stage. On a chance meeting, she meets an older man who captivates her. Within a short time, she becomes his newest submissive, but wonders how she ended up with him instead of on Broadway.
Will her new aspiration have her lose both dreams, Broadway and her Knight after discovering he has no intentions of staying in New York or with her? Will Marcus return to Dallas and give Khari her dream, but lose the woman who makes his heart sing?
BUY LINKS:
Secret Cravings Publishing
Barnes & Noble
[amazon_link id=”B00BHO2GZU” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Amazon[/amazon_link]
All Romance Ebooks
Bookstrand
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LOG LINE/TAG LINE: A Princess in search of her Knight in shining armor.
STORY EXCERPT:
He had to think fast to keep her from dropping her gaze again and tripping him over the line to take her full mouth with his.
“Sorry, I was taken aback by your beauty. My offer still stands. Do you need my help?”
She blinked a few times before answering. “Sure. Do you have success with that line or are you kidding?”
“What? No, no. I mean it. You’re quite breathtaking.”
“Thank you.” She bit her lip again. “Are you one of Sandra’s clients or one of the brokers scoping out the property?”
Keep control, man. “Neither,” he said as he opened the metal door, and they proceeded down the stairs.
“Oh.”
An hour later, he’d assisted with ushering out the stragglers from the party, disposed of all the trash, and secured the penthouse. The caterers had taken care of the rest.
As they waited for the elevator, Marcus made his move. “The evening’s still young. May I take you for drinks?” he blurted out just as the bell chimed and the doors swooshed open.
“Um, I have an early day tomorrow. But, thanks. Maybe some other time.”
They descended to the lobby in total silence. He’d never been so tongue-tied with a woman, but she was so different. The quiet submissive nature of her personality was evident, and he should have had no problems, but he lost all reasoning with her.
When they reached the exit door and stepped out of the building, she turned to him, smiled and shook his hand. “Thank you for helping me, Marcus. I appreciate it.”
“My pleasure. Are you sure about that drink?”
She widened her smile. “I’m sure.” She turned and walked away.
As he watched her run down the sidewalk toward the subway station, he lamented about not getting her number. Didn’t matter, he had come up with a better plan and put it into action the next morning.
About the Author
“What’s to tell?” Gray Dixon asked. The nom de plume of erotica writer of hot, sexy stories for the adult crowd loves walks along the beach at sunset, a glass of wine over a romantic dinner and a night of love.
On the serious side, she’s married to her Dear Heart for many years, has three children, many grandchildren, a dog, a couple of fish, a big yard with lots of fruit trees, two cars and a house. Ah, the American Dream she loves to describe. She likes a lot of different things, crafts, watching the History Channel, reality shows (not all, but some), travel, and of course writing. She’s worked hard all her life in many interesting fields and enjoyed all of them, but she finally found enough time to relax and enjoy escaping into the worlds she created through her stories. She mainly writes erotica with BDSM elements, and hopes readers will enjoy the tales she weaves.
Gray Dixon can be found on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/gray.dixon.50
Twitter: https://twitter.com/GrayDixon
Between the Pages of Black and White… Blog: http://graydixon.blogspot.com
