Wednesday, December 31, 2014

#WednesdayBriefs Dance into the Year #HappyNewYear #romance #flashfiction

Greetings lovelies, 

I can't believe this is the last Wednesday Brief of the year! Time flies when you're having fun. THANK YOU, Readers for being my company this past year and for making it a fun year. I hope you enjoy this last brief and I hope to see you next year!

Happy 2015!

XOXO
Elyzabeth 


 
Dance into the Year




Portia placed her gloved hand on the handle. She hesitated. Her stomach churned uncomfortably. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. She should be at home eating ice cream, watching lame 80’s movies and cuddling with her pet. She glanced at the cab’s clock. It was 11:00 pm. She could still make it to her family’s dinner party. Granted, there wouldn’t be any food left but at least she wouldn’t be alone for New Years.

“Are you getting out, miss?”

The driver’s thick Spanish accent brought her out of her reverie. She nodded. She’d come this far. She would never forgive herself if she didn’t at least go inside and have a look around. Her hands shook as she opened the door. Careful not to step on the hem of her Tudor inspired ball gown, she stepped outside. She huddled beneath her cloak as goose bumps sprouted over her flesh. Whether it was the cool weather or her nerves she couldn’t say for sure. The taxi sped off. She turned her head at the sound of loud laughter. A group of beautiful, tall, portly, women dressed in lavish gowns approached the historical building where the New Year’s party was taking place. They chatted loudly, clearly excited to be there. None of Portia’s friends had wanted to go with her.

She was about to turn away from the group, when she saw him. He walked a few steps behind the women. His tall, broad frame was accentuated by the midnight blue period costume he wore. His long dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail and tied with a ribbon. Her heart sped up. She definitely didn’t belong her. She was nothing like those people. She was short, with frizzy curls impossible to control and love handles. She should go home. Sighing, she pulled off her mask and gave the handsome man one last look. She gasped. He had stopped moving and was staring at her with impossible blue eyes. She blinked. The light had to be playing a trick on her. Eyes couldn’t be that color. Abruptly, he started walking in her direction. She dropped her mask. Her cheeks burned and she hastened to pick it up. She had to get out of there. She spun around and frantically wove her hand 
in the air to hail a cab.

“Leaving so soon?”

His voice was smooth as velvet. She could drown in that voice. Her eyes drifted shut as his fingers curled around her wrist, lowering her hand. Gently, he twirled her to face him. Swallowing the bundle of nerves traveling across her esophagus she lifted her head to meet his eyes. They were icy blue and real.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Viktor.” His plumps lips curled into a smile that made her want to stand on her tiptoes and kiss him.

“Portia,” she mumbled. “I am Portia.”

“Portia.”

She nodded as he repeated her name rolling the r as if it were a delectable sweet.

“It is a beautiful name. Why are you leaving, Portia?”

She shrugged.

“Do you not wish to dance? Do you not wish to start the New Year twirling through the crowds, laughing at life and what being left behind?”

“I—“

She paused. Laugh at life and the horrible year she’d had. To start the year in a new way. That was why she was doing this. Viktor pulled her hand to his lips and brushed them across her palm. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her knees went weak. To dance with him.

“Surely, you will give me the privilege of at least one dance.”

“I—“

“You cannot refuse, Portia. I know you want to.”

She nodded. His smile was as beautiful as the sunshine.

“Come, Portia. We shall enter together and all shall know that your last dance shall be with me”

“Last dance?” she managed to ask.

“Of the year, my beautiful one. As will be the first one, will it not, Portia?”

“Yes.”

The first, the second and as many dances as he wanted. How could she say no to Viktor?
Her cheeks burned as they entered the ball room. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft yellow glow on the hardwood floor. Dressed in tuxedos a group of musicians played lively music in the corner. People moved about either dancing or chatting in the sidelines. They walked to the middle of the floor. Portia trembled. Viktor swept her into his arms.

“Relax and enjoy, my Portia,” he whispered.

Perhaps it was the magic of the night or perhaps it was the warmth that irradiated from Viktor but her tension dissipated. She couldn’t tell how long they danced, only that suddenly people were counting down, bells were chiming and the year was coming to an end. They didn’t stop moving. No, he continued to twirl her around even as his mouth descended on hers as softly as butterfly wings. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, moaning as he pulled her closer and explored her mouth.

The clock went quiet. Viktor pulled back and looked at her. She smiled and he returned the gesture.

“The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. Will you be my first chapter of the New Year, Portia?”

“Yes.”

The End.  
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Monday, December 29, 2014

A Real Neat Blog Award


About two weeks ago, a lovely author gracefully bestowed upon me the Real Neat Blog Award. Who was this woman of great wisdom? The very talented Antonia Van Zandt. If you have not visited her blog, I urge you to do so immediately. You can click HERE for that.

Now onto the rules:

1. Put the award logo on your blog. 
2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.
4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs.
5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)



QUESTION 1 Where do most visits to your blog come from?

According to the blogger stats, most of my visits come from the USA.

QUESTION 2 What is your favourite sport?

Errrr...  Favorite what? Does watching wrestling on TV count as a sport?
 

QUESTION 3 What has been a special moment for you in 2014?

2014 has been a year of ups and downs but also a year of big decisions. It was scary. I had to ask for help, but I made some changes in my life and I've learned more about myself. Writing wise it has been a slow year. But, and it's a BIG BUT *grin* I finally finished my 2013 Nanowrimo and it got accepted for publication. A Tempest of Passion has a tentative release date for February with Evernight Publishing. Furthermore, another story I wrote last year found a home. My reindeer shifters from Out of the Ordinary found a home with Fireborn Publishing and have just seen the light. 


When twenty-two year old Dolph arrives in Christmas town, he only intends to stay for a few days, especially with his secret in tow. However, when Bill and his herd turn up for the contest that will choose Santa's next sled pullers, he can't bring himself to leave. With his heart hanging on a line and his feelings for Bill evolving swiftly, Dolph will have to decide if he wants to join the herd or continue his life as a solitary shifter. 

At first sight, Bill's herd meets societal convention, but on closer inspection, the team of eight doesn't exactly follow the rules. When Bill meets Dolph and his body and soul react to him in ways that are out of the ordinary, he knows that he must have him in his life. With the help of his herd, a plan comes to life, yet, with only three days before Christmas Eve, will they be able to convince the younger shifter to stay with them forever?
Available at Fireborn Publishing

QUESTION 4  What is your favourite quote?

One of my favorite quotes is from Raymond E. Feist's novel, Magician. It comes from one of my favorite scenes in the book in which Pug decides that enough is enough. 

"Tremble & Despair for I am Power"





QUESTION FIVE. What was your favourite class when still at school?

English was always my favorite class. I liked keepig creative journals and reading. 

QUESTION SIX. Anything you wished to have learned earlier?

It's still a work in progress, but I think I could have done with some more confidence in myself. 

QUESTION SEVEN What musical instrument have you tried to play?

The piano and the guitar. I even took lessons but for various reasons I quit both times.  

I nominate:

Sunday, December 28, 2014

#8Sunday #SexySnippets #WeekendWritingWarriors: Out of the Ordinary #ChristmasStories #BDSM #Shifters

Happy Sunday and Happy Holidays, lovelies!

I know I've been absent the last few weeks but it was for a good reason! I had a troupe of wonderful authors stopping by the blog and I wanted to give them all the spotlight.

But now I'm back  *grin* And incredibly, this is the last Snippet Sunday of 2014! It's incredible how fast time passes. This year has been full of ups and downs, but that's a post for another day.

Today's snippet from my Holiday novel Out of the Ordinary, continues from my last one, which you can read HERE.

Enjoy!

XOXO,
Elyzabeth




*creative editing to keep to the guidelines has probably taken place*
#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  


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"Kiss me, please."

Dolph moaned loudly as Bill's mouth descended over his in a harsh kiss. He didn't waste any time teasing him like before. Had he been a predator and not a reindeer, Dolph would have described him as going straight for the kill. Bill's tongue wrapped around his and they began a desperate tango in search of pleasure. Bill pulled back first. Dolph panted against the wall, his eyes still shut tightly. Sliding his knuckles across his cheek, Bill whispered a soft-spoken good night before leaving.
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When twenty-two year old Dolph arrives in Christmas town, he only intends to stay for a few days, especially with his secret in tow. However, when Bill and his herd turn up for the contest that will choose Santa's next sled pullers, he can't bring himself to leave. With his heart hanging on a line and his feelings for Bill evolving swiftly, Dolph will have to decide if he wants to join the herd or continue his life as a solitary shifter. 

At first sight, Bill's herd meets societal convention, but on closer inspection, the team of eight doesn't exactly follow the rules. When Bill meets Dolph and his body and soul react to him in ways that are out of the ordinary, he knows that he must have him in his life. With the help of his herd, a plan comes to life, yet, with only three days before Christmas Eve, will they be able to convince the younger shifter to stay with them forever?
Available at Fireborn Publishing