When I
started out writing Witches & Lycans, I didn't have a title or an outline.
I had a general idea of where I wanted the story to go and the title? Sometimes
they don't come to me until the manuscript is complete. So my plot consisted of
zeroing in on the fairytale I wanted to use (Hansel & Gretel), and the time
period (1960's). From there I let the characters show me the way. Several more
joined in on the fun, more than I even expected. ;)
Going
with the flow doesn't always work to my benefit. One
particular scene that I had to rewrite and cut a majority out was right after
the campsite gets attacked. I had recreated light-hearted banter between the
two main lovers Susan and John, totally overlooking the fact that they'd left a
very traumatic scene in a desperate flight to stay alive. While I loved the
interaction it didn't fit the emotional state of the couple—especially Susan.
Luckily I learned along the way that no matter how much I like a scene if it
doesn't fit I have to cut it out.
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Blurb: John Hansel and Susan
Gretel are spending their summer break back in Beowulf Hollow. Not that they
have a choice, since their parents are footing the bill for college. With one
year left until they get their degree, the couple decides to partake in one
more swinger's party outside of town, being held at a closed campground.
Susan's
got her eye on local bad boy David. A past partner, she knows what to expect
from his lustful nature. That her boyfriend, John, gets a kick out of watching
just makes it more enjoyable for her. But she finds out that David's more than
a sexual beast in the sack.
Armed
with nothing but innate powers she never knew she possessed and her lover John,
Susan's got to fight back a threat bearing down on Beowulf Hollow. An evil that
manifests every twenty-five years has come back again to lay waste to the
sleepy little town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. One that starts with a
pair of grey eyes belonging to a man who knows every intimate inch of her
flesh—David.
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Excerpt:
She reached the edge of the clearing and entered the
forest. She'd skirt the outside and watch as the others mingled. The incense
burning, while pleasant, was starting to fog her brain. Her fingertips
danced along the bushes. Shivers ran down her spine as a cool breeze tickled
her skin. A strong, possessive grip caught her from behind.
"Change your mind about Tim?" David licked her
lobe.
"No." She moaned as his hands slipped up
her blouse and rested on her left breast.
"You think he's going to be able to handle you like
me? He's just a pup." He tweaked her nipple.
"Playing alpha dog again, David?" She chuckled
before sucking in a deep breath as David's other hand possessed her right breast.
He'd always treated these swinger retreats like the men were a pack of wild
animals that needed to be tamed. Only David could have a pick of the
bitches like some odd commune. He watches too many macho movies and
needs to be brought down to size.
Yet, her body never listened when she tried to control
the situation.
"He's watching this, you know. I told him I'd show
him how a man handles a woman like you." His tongue lapped at her throat.
"Tim?" She tried to take offense to his crass
wording, but his hand traveled the length of her belly and shoved her skirt
down. Fully exposed to the air, she couldn't deny the moisture evident below.
He swiped his thumb against it and hovered the digit in front of her. Her
tongue darted out, tasting her sticky sweet arousal. His cock rubbed along the
crack of her ass. She took his thumb into her mouth and sucked. Not only had he
followed her into the woods, David had done it completely naked.
"No. I am the alpha dog." He removed his thumb
and stuck his middle finger between her moistened nether lips. "And you're
the best fuck I've ever had."
Words wouldn't form on her lips. All the times she'd had
sex with David worked to his advantage. Each inch of her skin was known to him.
He could never have her, but he owned her nonetheless.
"On your knees," he demanded.
She dropped to his command, his thick length bobbing in
front of her face. Hers to caress and manipulate, she wrapped her lips around
the head. David thrust in, his hand fisted in her hair. With slow precision, he
fucked her mouth. She cupped and massaged his balls, but he didn't speed up.
Her coaxing did not give her the upper hand as it had before. No, his plan was
slow torture, hovering between teasing and full arousal. Another shadow fell
over her.
Than ks for having me!
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