I would like to say thank you to all of the people that have supported my book Shadow Dance in some way, from allowing me to pester you about it in its infancy up through the purchasing and reading samples of Shadow Dance.

Please, if you feel inclined, feel free to write a review at Smashwords and Amazon.  If you like Shadow Dance, please remember to give it a rating.  This will help me devote less time to marketing and more time to writing the next installment.  :)


Thank you all again!

Conversations of Paradise

This is more of a conversation between two people than it is a story. It has been mulling around in my head for a bit, so I thought I would share it with the public at large. The conversation could really take place anywhere...so try to think of it as being set in a contemporary and relaxing locale of your choice. It is a little different and I was playing around with shifting points of view and smooth transitions. I think it turned into more of a guessing game...kind of like trying to deciepher the conversations from what is said and how it is said instead of by who is doing the saying.

I know every inch on your skin. The scars on your arms and the small birthmark where your collarbones are joined are just some of the landmarks that I see when I close my eyes and think of you. I recently realized that I could draw a perfect picture of you if I was just able to tap into the image I have of you in my mind. I could even transcribe your soul into a two dimensional rendering. It's simple really, all I would need to do is to capture the glow I feel in my arms when I hold you. The amazing thing is that this glow spreads like a wave through my body as my caress travels from your cheek to your waist.

My fingers remember every curve in your body as if I was a sculptor retracing my finest work. I can reshape these curves into any malleable surface as I relive the experience of feeling your muscles through your skin. My tongue even recalls the smoothness of the skin behind your ear as it traces the soft curve of your scalp where it shifts from bone to flesh at the nape of your neck. it remembers what it felt like to explore the surface of your thighs. My lips indulge in the memory of your touch. I know you.

You know how my breasts harden when you fiddle them strongly with your fingers. You know how i tremble as you take my hips. You remember how wild you get me when stroking my stomach. With your touch you show again how you can light me flaring, like a small candle, flickering and quavering, all over again. My skin itches when I remember how you nibbled it with your teeth. I remember every bruise, every small scratch, which has ever decorated me as a mark of you. I feel how your faint blow into my ear makes me breath heavier in lust. You know me.

I walk alone, my thoughts are directed at you, at your life. That's what happens normally. It rains. Sometimes I imagine seeing you other side of the street, stepping into every puddle which come on your way. I imagine how water runs down your cheek. I would love to lick that drop. I would love to warm your cheek, frozen in rain, with my own warmth. Every now and then I think I see you in the corner of a street, you're smoking a cigarette. You're leaning against a wall staring the people trudging by. I think I'm walking towards you, against you body. You offer your cigarette to me, I suck the smoke into my lungs and blow it against your face. We don't need words. You stare at me, I stare at me. Your eyes are firebrands, they glow in the darkest red like your heart fire.

You love the floor of my living-room, I love you kitchen table. You love your messy daubs, I love my Sunday's cross-word puzzles. You use two lumps of sugar in your tea, I drink my coffee black. You plan carefully what you offer me, I just throw the noodles into boiling water. But you complete me, you show me what it's like to be one with universe. We are the children of paradise, disciples enjoying our last meal, all over again.

So will you blame m if I g away? Will you remember m although I wouldn't b there i your arms the last Saturday o the month, like I used t be? Will you forgive m if I can't take these lies any more, which our burning longing causes. Can you forget everything between u or will you need someone who will substitute me, takes m place. I can't b your sheltering harbor t where you can sail when you're broken. I can't b the other woman who you'll miss when the one your hear chose can't fill the passion.

Because, you know me and I know you. I was yours when the forbidden, mellow fruit dropped in your arms and taught you to enjoy the broken moments, taught you to get without owning. I was and felt through you. And through you, I found the keys into me. Now I'm just tired, I want to get free. I want to find my righteous soul, the one I lost when you seduced me into the most glorious sin of them all.

Because you know me, you the broken me, the lost soul, who is searching for her heart.

Shadow Dance, New book by our own John Harrison

Well, it seems that part of our crew has been published.  His name is John Harrison and his book is called Shadow Dance.  Currently the book is only available in Ebook format, but we will see if we can get enough of a fan base behind him to change all of that.

To help us make that goal a reality, the author and the publisher has agreed to allow us to offer a discount for our readers.  You can us the coupon code TH49D to purchase Shadow Dance from Smashwords.com for 25% off the cover price.  This coupon is only good until October 17th, so please use it like crazy until then.

The book is currently available only at Smashwords.com, however the good people at Smashwords are working on making it available at all Ebook stores.

Here's a quick-link to Shadow Dance:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/236696

Shadow Dance, an Ebook by John Harrison

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The lands are in chaos and everyone is trying to survive. The last queen was slain through treachery and decades have past since there has been any form of solid rule in Cennicus. In the interim the races have split from one another and are amassing for a war that threatens to consume them all. T...