from working title WICKED BEAST

Something from Cord and Kelly. Hope you enjoy.

Kelly distracted Cord from his thoughts as her head turned into his body and her lips glided over his neck. Exploring him with lips and tongue she ate her way up under his chin, nibbling along his jawbone. He gave her about two minutes to explore then he’d had enough.

Intoxicating witch had no idea what she did to him. He’d been as gentle as he knew how to be so far. Trying to ease her into accepting what he was. Last night’s restraint had cost him more than he cared to think about. Her tongue licked through his control with the same destructive power of a wildfire wind-walking a California forest.

Hard lips captured her mouth, punishing the little explorer for lighting the fuse on his libido. He loomed over her as his mouth demanded she open for him. Her melting acceptance only slightly mollified the beast. One of his hands moved from her back to cup her head, holding her under his mouth as he plundered the sweet interior.

The kiss was hot, urgent and a drawn out journey into sexuality. He thrust into her with leashed power, letting her know exactly how he’d like to be thrusting into another part of her body. His firm hand palming the back of her head demonstrated the control he would take of her pleasure. Ruthlessly extending the kiss into an endless demand showed her that next time would last a long time.

Kelly moaned, her body shifting under the blanket as heat bloomed between them. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy, the nipples aching. His mouth would not release her so she pressed into the hard ridges of muscle of his chest and tried to relieve the ache by rubbing over him. And still he plundered her. Her hips rolled as she rubbed her legs together. A firm hand grasped her hip bone, holding her still.

As he lifted from her mouth at last, holding her immobile at head and hip, Kelly sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes were shielded by lowered lids but they were molten smoke. Yesterday she had thought steam was the color of his eyes. Today he looked at her through the gray warning of fire within.

In the Comany of Friends

I can’t say how life affirming it is to be in your company. Each expression of caring is a gift that brings the intangible strength of the giver.

Sorrow is a bitter dish. Getting through it seems impossible. Each word of understanding and concern is you coming to take a little of it off my plate.

Thank you.

There is nothing to say.

There are no words, no thoughts, no expression that can encompass the pain when a family member commits suicide.

A cousin, a few years younger than I. Such an amazing artist who would not let the world view the passion within. A life written in lyrics to personal to share.

So much loss.

Suicide is a black hole of emotion that consumes anyone near. Pointless thoughts of what would have made a difference. Parents fed through a shredder but not allowed to die with the child. Suicide ends nothing.

There is no noble cause to comfort family. No villain to punish. No accident to blame. There is nothing but pain.

I suppose there are twelves steps or something. Life does go on, but not today.

Garden Explosion

Apparently six rows of healthy strawberry plants yield way more fruit than the planter thought. My father is a farmer to the bone. He loves planting things in excess. I have banned him from planting more than two zucchini plants because of past years explosions. After years of ignoring that ban he might have realized no one likes that much zucchini.

He has channeled the zucchini energy into strawberry plants this year. I love strawberries. Now I have to figure out what to do with a couple tons of strawberries so of course, I’m going to make jam!

Um…never done it before but I’m a computer literate woman, I know how to use a search engine. So, I’m armed with recipe and wax to seal results in glass containers. Have instructions on totally disinfecting glass by washing and then boiling containers. Then letting nothing touch glass before pouring in jelly stuff. Letting jelly cool some, not to much, before pouring hot wax, letting that cool and adding second layer of hot wax. I have cleaned, sliced and frozen mountains of strawberries. Timing seems important in this process, and a lot of boiling things. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Computers - they have a plan to deal with humans.

I have three computers. Does that sound excessive? It does to me. I don’t want three. One that works properly would be nice. I'm suspecting these three of artificial intelligence and sinister intentions. They have personalities.

The oldest is a basic desk pc. It’s slow and has ticks, functioning with a distinctly grumpy attitude. On this computer, Internet Explorer does not function at all. However, I can get online with other providers. Sometimes Windows Control panel stops working and has to close. That makes it difficult to change programs, but I can work in whatever is open when the failure occurs. Grumpy refuses to load voice recognition software.

Computer two is a chubby, old laptop. Heavy and a little loud, he refuses to see any wireless network at all. I know the wireless is functioning in the house, chubby laptop insists Windows can not configure it. He accepted the voice recognition software though.

Computer three is a light little laptop that is the most spoiled bit of plastic and motherboard you every saw. She came with Vista so has a voice recognition program and will NOT accept any other voice recognition program. Her program works at a twenty percent correct rate. Very bad.

She has an internal partition for backing up and her system requires back up to function. The partitioned space is too small so the computer stopped working. I had to buy her an external hard drive to back up too

The mouse indicator disappears when she gets hot. So I bought a cool pad for her. Mouse worked fine for four days. Because of the jump in electric costs we have not turned on the AC yet. Today the princess computer went black screen. I’m assuming it’s the heat and humidity because sometimes she gives me the screen back, but only for a while.

The temperature in north east Ohio has not cracked eighty for three weeks. It’s not that hot!! Yelling this at her does not get a working screen.

At wits end. Must work on computers. Dread trying to get a new one. How do I know it will work? My eye is twitching and I expect other ticks will start soon. Silly, spoiled computer has a hostage, the manuscript I just started.

Ahhh Summer

This summer we have prohibitive gas prices. Our electric bills are jumping at least twenty percent because of said fuel costs. Food prices for the staples are rising accordingly. What fun!

My plan for summer fun:

Stop eating store bought food. I can’t afford to drive to the store anyway. Find new and exciting ways to use dandelions for salad greens. Millions of bunnies can’t be wrong. Make gardening a serious job as opposed to the fun pastime it used to be. Possibly learn the pleasures of canning. Certainly make own jams and such from farmers market items. Doesn’t that sound special?

Spend middle of day in the above ground pool we bought several years ago that is too small but what the heck, its water. Can’t afford the AC so we’re calling it the Aqua Excise Program, or the prune experiment.

Do house work before sun comes up because of heat.

Write…um…after dark when I’m done canning, jelly making and such, have put the kidlet to bed and convinced her sleeping with a fan is what she wants to do. Use found lantern for light. It’s romantic and should inspire the writing. LOL

You think I’m kidding?

More waiting

I just sumbitted another manuscript. I really hate the waiting.

Here is a little bit more of ASK FOR IT.


“My Lord, please. I require no special privileges,” Sahara insisted and stopped walking, tugging on her wrist in his hold.

Tor turned to face her. He didn’t let go. “Special privileges are yours and you will attempt to receive them graciously. My brother’s widow will have every privilege I can bestow on her. What do you think my example tells the general population about how to care for the widows and orphans in their families? Eternal Bells, woman. Do I have to explain this to you in public?”

“Ah, I didn’t think of that,” Sahara mumbled a guilty glance at the crowded room and stopped resisting.

“No, you didn’t. Your only thought was being difficult,” Tor rumbled in suppressed irritation. The only reason she bought his flimsy excuse was because she was an out-worlder. A beautiful, fascinating smooth skin who shattered his composure just that easily, by appearing. Looking at her was all it took. His balls tightened, his cock threatened to swell and he was left feeling like a rutting fool with no control.

Introducing Tor

ASK FOR IT is futuristic or Sci/Fi, I'm not sure what makes it one or the other. Here is the opening, besides editing, I think it will stand.

Remember, Gail needs editing! Read at your own risk.


Tor hadn’t planed on killing anyone today but a male at the back of the line was earning himself a future measured in minutes. Bastard was trying to talk to her. What the drednell was she doing in his audience hall? Bastard had better not touch her.

Soft leather shifted on massive thighs as his body tightened in tension. Vicious claws extended, gripped the throne arms then disappeared. She did this, forced him to think about controlling his body. One side of his muzzle lifted in a snarl, baring a long incisor.

Low in his gut possessive-want fired up. It was more than lust and it throbbed whether she was here or not, an open wound that never healed.

Tall for a human, her perfectly proportioned body drew male eyes no matter how simply she dressed. It would be impossible to disguise those firm muscles giving her sleek curves. Tor wouldn’t mind if she tried though. The simple dress just highlighted natural beauty instead of concealing it. Tilted gray eyes shadowed by lush lashes gave her glance mystery. The killer was her full lips. They teased a male regardless of what she said or did. Her mouth was made for kissing. But more than that, no heterosexual male could look at those lips and not imagine them wrapped around his cock.

Tor hated that. It wasn’t her fault she was built for sex. He knew she fought the impression but dark, erotic invitation wafted around her. Not the normal sex one thought of when looking at a beautiful female. No. With her it was edgy and dangerous. Less confident males always backed out of her path.

“Why is the Beloved of my Brother standing in line to speak with me?” Tor questioned his Visor, ignoring the two males arguing their dispute before him.

“She insisted, My Lord,” Karloff, High Visor, bowed as he responded.

“Unacceptable,” Tor snapped. Thick muscles bunched in fluid grace as he rose from the throne. Well over seven foot, the dark ruffed Leonor king was an imposing figure as he looped off the dais.

Offence rippled through him but it couldn’t come close to his strongest response as he neared the woman. She drew him with such power it was difficult not to feel mesmerized. His eyes never left her form the moment he realized she was in his lair. The back of his neck burned in battle ready awareness as he covered the distance separating them.

“Beloved of my Brother,” High King Tor greeted Princes Sahara.

Tor inhaled deeply while reaching for her slim hand. The subtle scents of the wind washed through him. Her scent. Light, elusive, much like the woman whose hand trembled in his lose grip. The tremor stopped as she pulled out of his grasp. Fierce, golden eyes remained locked on cool gray ones as she bent a knee to him.

“My Lord,” Sahara responded.

“What insult is this that you stand in line to speak with your brother-in-law?” Tor growled. She would ascribe his harsh tone to the subject of his question, not the real reason he could not keep inflection out of his voice. She had pulled away from him. She always pulled away from him. Except for that short time, the little desert flower eluded his touch at every opportunity. Tor cut off the memory he could not afford.

“Ex-brother-in-law,” she corrected softly. “I am simply waiting to speak with the king like everyone else. No insult intended, My Lord.”

“Widow of my brother does not make you an ex-anything. Come,” he directed, capturing her wrist in a light hold. “We will speak in private. The insult is enough already.”

“Oh but, all these people are waiting to see you. I don’t want to make their trip here pointless,” she protested as he tugged her out of line and towards a side door.

“You should have considered that before getting in line instead of contacting me directly,” Tor responded tightly. He couldn’t cross the wide hall fast enough without dragging her. He was tempted to pick her up but that would become complicated when he refused to put her down. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d stop touching her if he managed to get her in his arms again.


ASK FOR IT coming soon.

I've been away

Going out of town can be a gamble. There are places and people who do not understand having Internet access is a staple of life. They seem to believe food, air and water are the main requirements to sustaining life. pfff!!!!!!

So here I am, limited Internet access and all. I feel naked!

I have used the time wisely though and written almost none stop. Maybe there is something good that can come from being out of touch with the rest of the world. LOL

Monday I'll be back in my own cave and very happy about it. The new man in my life does not have a title to his book. I'll work on that next week. Post some excerpts and see if ya'all can come up with something too.

Since I am on vacation I wrote a fantasy. Um, okay, one of mine. I'm feeling all "melty" about him at the moment. He's humanoid, but not so much. The feline origins of his species are very evident and oh yeah, King of The Jungle action is amazing. LOL But he's not in a jungle, it's sorta set in the future. Confused much? See why I'm so bad at a synopsis? LOL

Well, you'll meet him next week.