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In Mystic Love Joe, the hero, needed information about a healer…and not one person in Cyan, Indiana acknowledged the shaman existed.

Joe went to a local pub, Brewhouse, in order to get close to the community members. Brewhouse made their own beer from organic local hops. My father enjoys creating his own wines and beers, so I had a little knowledge about the process of making a brew.

I won’t bore you with the details of how to harvest, dry, and add to the beer/ale to provide balance, the sweetness of the malt sugars and bitterness. Trust me, my dad had a few misses before he got the finish perfected. The Brewhouse beer was distinct and the brewers had perfected the FWH (First Wort Hopping).

Joe had to consume a lot of beer in order to get information. He enjoyed sharing…and got the details he needed…at least he thought he had.

Joe staggered into Ames Mansion, a little past midnight, stomach–sloshing full of Brewhouse’s homemade beer. Blurry–eyed, he peered into the library. Ericka sat hunched over her stacks of literature investigating her client or magic. The perfect man didn’t exist, so why try to find one?

“Honey, I’m home.” He didn’t reign in the illogical jealousy, but bee–lined to the side of the desk and propped his hind quarters on the edge. “Did you miss me?”

“You’re an insufferable drunken ass. Get off my desk.” Her dagger–pointed red fingernails shoved his leg. If he could feel pain, it probably would have hurt.

He stroked the inside of her wrist resting on the desktop. “Not until you answer my question. I’m curious.” He tapped her arm.

Her focus left her lawyer bible and met his stare. “You invited me to stay, but not in your room. I felt your hands caressing me as you hid my nakedness from your friend. I try to play nice, and you shove me away. You can’t tell me announcing only sex wasn’t a ploy to stop me, to tease me. What is it you really want from me, Ericka?”

“I want you to leave this office.” She jerked her hand from under his and stood.

Should he punish himself and enjoy the end of the evening? Already bedeviled, he’d at least feel alive. He slid from the desk, closed in on her, leaned into her curves. The light brown circles pulsed around the black centers of her eyes, heated lust sparked. Pheromones surrounded him, trailed into his nostrils tantalizing him, sending him further into an alternate reality. He became the beast he so desperately attempted to shed. “Before or after a kiss?”

A shadow of a smile appeared. “I’ll forgive this transgression, Joe, because you’ve been tapping the keg.” Her grumpy voice and quick full-fledged smile enticed his groin to life.

He quirked an eyebrow, at least he thought he lifted the right side of his face. “Drinking or an attempt at a kiss? I don’t have a drinking problem, actually take a sip at weddings and New Year’s. However, the hot waitress kept our glasses full. And thoughts of…”

“Leave.”

 

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Road Trip to Old Stone Fort

The setting for Mystic Love was created from a road trip my family took a few years ago.

We were driving to Florida for spring break and took a rest stop in Tennessee. I’d been reading about ley lines and how the underground alignments of places hold a mystical power. And what do you know–Old Stone Fort Park was at the next exit.

Fee paid and car parked we shed our over coats and embraced the warmer temperature. The boys wanted to go to the site and get it over with

Instead we walked the trail that looped around. At the entrance of the ceremonial site were two mounds of soil, perfectly formed. The park had been created during the Woodland period so pedestal mounds…much like Native American burial grounds found in the northern Indiana area of my parents homestead… were typical in a religious place.

I stood in the center of the religious area and closed my eyes. I let the sounds of rushing waters from the Duck Rivers and the birds cooing in the leafless tree branches surround me. Earth scents from the warm fresh breeze, mixing with the fallen leaves and pungent waterfalls took me to another place. Peacefulness beyond anything I’d experienced before set over me. I could almost feel the magic in the area.

Until, my eldest son shouted into my ear.

The spell was broken, but I’ve never forgotten the special emotions I experienced.

Do ley lines hold mystical powers?

Mystic Love

Ericka Gilmore dabbles in life and death when she tries to conjure a ghost lover. But when flesh and blood, Joe Reeves appears on her doorstep in the midst of a storm, she has to rethink her destiny.

A car accident left the former cop with the ability to foresee death. No longer willing to watch people he cares about die, Joe goes in search of a shaman to remove his “gift”. His remedy until then is to avoid all relationships. But like a lightning strike, he experiences a strong connection with Ericka. A nearby mystical ley line could be Joe’s solution if he and Ericka combine their gifts. But her secret past and his fear of seeing her death keep them at odds.

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Page Count: 282 
Word Count: 68692

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Excerpt

She threw herself against her dream lover, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. His lips were cold, but perfect in form. At first, his mouth didn’t move, but after a couple of seconds, he pressed into her. She flicked the tip of her tongue over his mouth, outlining the curves, and then slid it between his lips. His tongue played with hers. Sharp, decadent longing powered through her.

Wait a minute, he didn’t taste like she’d imagined. He tasted like mint and human. She touched whatever smooth cool skin she could find available between the coat and his neck and shoulders. Strong and virile hot body. She inhaled, taking in his scent; fragrant late fall wind and the odor of male sweat.

Sweat? Wet skin? She licked her lips, savoring the zest. A spear of lightning brightened the sky. Six foot three. Left ear piercing. Broad chest. Wrangler posture, with one knee bent.

Her heart thumped harder, pounding strong in her chest.

Whom had she kissed?

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Joe supported her, keeping her in an upright position. Definitely a her as supple breasts snuggled tight against his chest. Her robe opened, and he fought the urge to remove his own garments to feel her warm body against his, flesh to flesh.

Lips tasting of wine connected with his, insistent and passionate. Six months ago, he embarked on his solo quest, but it hadn’t been so long that he couldn’t remember previous intimacies, and those encounters didn’t compare to her lavish kisses. Whew, hot, he’d go with the flow for a little longer.

She jerked, and then shoved him away. Sadly, the kiss had been a mistake, and from the flash of surprise crossing her face, she’d realized it as well. The pale blue, almost white, towel came loose from her head. She snapped the cloth off. Sexy dark ringlets fell in twisted disarray to her shoulders.

Joe had been lucky enough to catch a joyful kiss and snuggle. He’d delighted in the touch of her lips, the scent of her womanhood, and her wonderful nipples piercing into his thin, sodden shirt. Enjoying the mistake and resulting benefits, he grinned.

The gleam in her eyes went from surprise to anger. With a shaking hand, she wiped her luscious pink mouth.

He stood in a quandary and debated how to explain. Under the circumstances, she wouldn’t accuse him of a forced entry.

“Sorry. No lights. I didn’t hear a security system buzz. I would’ve shouted.” He took a step. “Instead of coming inside.”

She retreated.

Damn. He’d be sleeping in the rain after all.

 

Mystic Love

 

Tag, you’re it!

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Hi everyone.

This Thursday’s blog is in answer to someone tagging me in a blog. Thanks, Daisy and to Zrinka too. I’m linking back to you both as well.

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What are you working on right now?

At the present time I’m perfecting a novel, Conjured Lover.

Here is the premise:

Ericka Gilmore plays with life and death as she tries to resurrect her ghost lover. It isn’t until she meets Joe Reeves that she gets the chance to pursue true love…only to be lost if she resurrects her ghost.  Joe Reeves wants to get rid of his gift of prophecy for fear of seeing people he cares about die. He avoids relationships…until he meets Ericka Gilmore. She ignites a stronger desire to be normal—but he won’t risk seeing her die. A little known mystical Ley Line may be the answer to what they seek, but will they find what they are looking for in each other instead.

The Ley Line, pivotal location in the story, is an actual site. The Native American ceremonial ground has been researched and a visit to the site confirmed it as a perfect location for this story.

How does it differ from other works in its genre?

An attorney who speaks to ghosts and an ex-cop who has the ability to predict (and possibly save) people who are to become spirits. What do you think?

Why do you write what you do?

Paranormal has always been a part of my life. My mother has psychic abilities, and I’ve witnessed my eldest son’s talent. At times of trouble, when my son was diagnosed with cancer and my youngest son had a life-threatening motorbike accident, I experienced paranormal activity. These experiences are the bases for several of my books.

The Watcher (guardian reassuring a female at the brink of change)

Believe (an evil woman uses chemotherapy drugs to alter the DNA of gifted children)

Melody’s Song (a mother loses her son to cancer and deals with the aftermath)

Shadow of the Hawk (conclusion of the above three)

Other titles of interest:

Dark Sun

Dark Shadows

Love Hurts

Jewel Heist

The Tarot Card

Trade Agreement

The Valkyrie and the Marine

CS: Pippa’s Rescue

Future: Memory of Love

How does your writing process work? My writing process varies according to the story and the inspiration. Events in my life influence my story line. Sometimes I need to research the background and more often than not I drag out my journals from trips I’ve taken to different states, Canada and Europe as personal references for settings. As far as characterization I often watch people for facial expressions or body motions to write into my characters.

Once I have the story line, plot, characters and maybe affectations I begin to write. I’m generally a pantster (writing as the thoughts flow rather than creating a detailed outline). However, I do create a GMC chart to keep the pace flowing at a steady rate.

If I encounter a block, I usually go through the previous chapters and layer in scenery, characters and pump the dialogue. This process tends to provide light into what should happen next…and if not a hot toddy and a good night’s sleep always gives me a fresh start.

After the story is finished I like to let it sit on my desk for a while and then I’ll review to get rid of duplicate words and try to fix the grammar ( I love commas!). When I believe I have the story tidied, I’ll print the pages and go over the text again. I tend to edit better with a hard copy.

That is my writing process. Is it similar to yours? How does your writing process evolve?

I’m tagging Zrinka Jelic, a phenomenal new author who is making a powerful impact on the romance world.

Thank you, Daisy for adding me to the blog hop.

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ESP…Dreaming of You

Precognition is a topic which keenly interest me because my son has been blessed (cursed?) with the ability to see events before they happen. Visions or random snapshots are more or less inevitable destiny…and sometimes life altering event.

Can they be manipulated?

Could he force his mind to ignore the dream, stop it from running through his head?

More importantly should he act on the revelation? How would he get people to listen to this parapsychological vision? What if his predictions were not accurate? Should moral acuity prevail?

I wanted to know more. To find out the bases of precognition and use the information obtained about prophetic futures and human behavior in a story I have in progress, Ghosts and Dead People (working title).

Precognition according to dictionary.com is:
1. Knowledge of a future event or situation, esp. through extrasensory means.

2. Scots-Law The examination of witnesses and other parties before a trial in order to supply a legal ground for prosecution. The evidence established in such an examination.

Theorists argue there may be layers or various dimensions in the universe, which would allow for precognition to exist. There are skeptics who see problems because if a future already exist, how can it be proven?

Logic, causality is a fact. Cause equals effect. Example: If you are stabbed with a knife (effect) the weapon must exist and be plunged (cause). However, if a mapped out future exists, then the order is abolished by altering the events due to precognition.

Another factor to take into consideration is free will. We make choices. I tell my children all the time, the choices your make lead to actions and those actions will determine the outcome of your future. YOUR future is determined by you.

Otherwise, we are mindless players (with or without strings) existing on Earth in this universe, which is a phantasm instead of reality.

Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot ISBN: 978-0060922580 (Harper, 1992) el Talbot (1953-1992), was the author of a number of books highlighting parallels between ancient mysticism and quantum mechanics, and espousing a theoretical model of reality that suggests the physical universe is akin to a giant hologram. In The Holographic Universe, Talbot made many references to the work of David Bohm (physicist) and Karl Pribram, and it is quite apparent that the combined work of Bohm and Karl Pribram is largely the cornerstone upon which Talbot built his ideas. http://www.crystalinks.com/holographicuniverse.html.

Does objective reality exist? Or is the universe a phantasm?

If intuition is a filtering of information using ESP, or by touch, smell, taste, sound or sight, our survival depends on intuition…on any universe.

Precognition is the filtering of future events, the act of knowing prior to the event that it will occur. Precognition is random and according to studies, 80 – 85 percent of precognitive experiences concern family or friends.

Think of it, the last time you experienced an emotional upset or and disaster…was the experience tied to precognition. Several passengers from the Titanic had a dream about the ship sinking. One businessman in particular didn’t get on the ship, not because of the third time he’d had the dream but because he missed the ship. The same with 911. Family or friends of passengers dreamed of the death of their friend/loved ones and did or didn’t act on the precognition.

Humans, in general, are comfortable discussing intuition. According to the Bible “A person with the gift of prophecy may receive messages in various ways, including visions (Ezekiel 1), dreams (Daniel 7), words of knowledge or wisdom, discernment and the operation of another spiritual gift such as teaching (Paul’s epistles, Hebrews, James). Very often the prophet’s message will come in a way that requires the prophet to find the words to describe the message. It may even be in the form of a strong emotional impression. http://www.participatorystudyseries.com/pss_full_pamphlet.php?sku=PSS016”

Most people are not comfortable discussing precognition; however, precognition may be the next evolution level.

I’ll share an excerpt from Believe

She raised her right palm up and lifted both shoulders. “I don’t know. The name or office begins with a ‘D’. Could be Day, DA, or Assistant DA or Commissioner Dauh. I know it’ll be a five-year-old boy who’s associated with a prominent figure. In the vision, I glimpsed an extremely large Georgian-style house. It sits on a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. Circular drive. Old house, early eighteen hundreds. Tall gnarled trees line the front and along the sides. The details are still a little murky.”

“That’s all the information you can remember from this dream?” The slightest movement, a turn of her head or body down or away, would indicate that she lied. She didn’t, but sat straight as a rod and locked her stare onto his, brown to blue.

“Vision. Look, I know you don’t have any reason to trust me. I’m sure you’ve heard all the stories about fortune-tellers, gypsies, and how they’re skilled at confidence games. I do not provide parlor tricks.” With twitching fingers, she rubbed the coin and kicked her foot with a steady pendulum swing and then as fast as the second hand on a clock.
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How many dimensions are there in the universe?

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Fantasies with spice and humor.
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The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press, July 18, 2012

Jewel Heist Diamonds used to be this girl’s best friend.

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Conditioned to not fall in love with her fallen warriors, Kiara cannot fight the attraction she has for Special Ops Marine, Harrison Lombard. When a sabotaged mission critically wounds Harrison he seeks revenge. Will his search lead him to his angel of mercy or death?                                                                 

 

Kiara looked deep into her chosen one’s soul. She had to shake off her atypical sympathy. But the twinges in her heart and the heat between her thighs couldn’t be ignored.

 

Harrison’s lips were dry. His gaze held acknowledgement of equal attraction no doubt. A smile from him would be her undoing. Three steps, Kiara. Offer him immortality, toss him on Bright and take to the skies.

 

Lance in both hands she pushed the rod against his wide shoulder span. “Just to verify, what is your name?”

 

His muscles tensed under her, pressing into her knuckles. Despite his closeness to death Kiara felt a rise bumping, titillating, and making her yearn for a tryst. No human had ever had such an impact on her. Why now? Ignoring the rush of emotions plaguing her body and mind, she strengthened her reserve and focused on the task. Her future with the squad depended on it. She wanted to become a captain. No tingling in her woman parts would change her course.

 

“Harrison Valentine Lombard.” His hips lifted, a hard long slice fit nicely between her thighs. “I can’t imagine my last thoughts to be of a siren teasing me, without allowing me to have release. Either kill me, or liberate me so I can —”

 

“Kiara, it’s time. Grab your Einherjar and let’s ride,” Skogul bellowed.

 

A last burst of energy flowed from the soldier beneath Kiara. His hand stroked her breast, sliding between the skin and the gold corset. He lifted his head from the ground, causing blood to squirt from the wound. Twitches, low in her stomach, created jittering in muscles higher in her womb. More than pleasing Odin, she wanted to fornicate with this brave, yet stupid man, her Valentine.

 

“Kiara.” His alluring whisper sailed on the wind.

 

 

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jj Keller
Fantasies with spice and humor.
http://www.jj-keller.com

The Valkyrie and the Marine, The Wild Rose Press, Summer 2012

Jewel Heist Diamonds used to be this girl’s best friend.

Dark SunHe’s almost an angel and she’s pure temptation. Cobblestone-Press

Trade Agreement LASR Best Book. 
All rights reserved.

 

 

 

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