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Amethyst Winters blog — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 00:32:00 GMT

Alright, I've had this on my mind for quite sometime, but I haven't had the time to write this up. So, we all belong to yahoo groups right? You ever think about what goes into forming one and maintaining one? Alot of work and planning. Or at least I put a lot into mine. I'm constantly thinking about how to keep my members entertained, how to keep it active, and attract new members.

Well, in my pursuit for a good group, I have come the decision that everyone puts for the same effort. Now, obviously, I'm not going to put the same amount of time in posting on other's group, as I do of my own, but I've made it my pursuit to be an active daily part of those I deem the better groups. What groups are those? Those where people are acknowledged for who they are, not just another number, and those that the people stay active in.

I'm also trying to at least appear at all the chats I see around.

So, I'm making a request to all those who belong to groups. Be an active part in your group. Even if you belong to a hundred or so. Yes, it takes a long time. Once a day, or twice, go through your messages and reply to those people who took the time to make their group as awesome as they could. I have. If I can do it with three kids, one being a three year old, a daily thrashed house, and full time job, and full time writing carreer(even if i'm not getting paid full time for it, lol), then anybody can do it. Just my two cents! Would love to hear yours!

Ame

Character Interview with Falcon from Falcon's Angel

Amethyst Winters blog — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 20:02:00 GMT

Amethsyt-So, Falcon, I've been looking forward to this for several months.

Falcon-Me too. I've got a lot I want to tell everone. Your muse is...crazy!

Ame-Yeah, that she is.

Falcon-so, what do you want to know?

Ame-Oh my, where should I start? Let's start with what you are.

Falcon-Oh, you mean Nosforatu, Dracula, the undead, vampyre, that sort of thing.

Ame-Yes. What are you guys all about?

Falcon crosses his legs, putting his ankle on his knew. One eyebrow quirked up, he looked at me. Falcon-Well, sunlight only hurts young vampyres, crosses have no effect, and we do need blood to survive.

Ame-What about eating? Do you eat human food?

Falcon-Yes, but only for the taste. Blood is the only thing that we survive on.

Ame-I see. That is interesting...

Falcon-You hesitate. Ask your questions.

Ame-It is personal. Actually, the rest of my questions are personal.

Falcon-Like I said, go ahead and ask.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my shirt. Ame-All right. When you take blood is it really as eroitc as I hear it is.

He leaned in real close to me until he was only a couple inches away. If I had my mouth all over you, sucking on your neck, how do you think you'd react?

Ame-ah...right. Well, moving on. So, Angel is a mutant.

Falcon-Right.

Ame-what are her powers?

Falcon-Well, she has wings, it's an angel, ironically enough. She also has telekenesis and telapathic abliities.

Ame-Wow. Three powers. That's amazing.

Falcon-Yes, and very rare as well.

Ame-So, looking at you, I can tell you're a lover boy.

Falcon-Well, I don't like to brag.

Ame-Of course not.

Falcon-But I've had my share of women. He leans real close to me. There is a place on a woman's body-

Ame-Save it for Angel, loverboy.

Falcon-suit yourself. So, what else do you want ot know about me?

Ame-Everyone wants to be a vampyre and live forever, but what I want to know, what are the downsides?

A serious look crossed Falcon's face and he answered the question. Do you know what it's like to watch the one you love grow old...while you stay the same age? or how about watch your neices and nephews grow old and die, and neices, and nephews...children...Can you imagine what that feels like?

Ame-No. I can't.

Falcon smiles. Can't have our cake and ieat it too, can we?

Ame-No, I suppose not. So, will we get to see you and Angel in another story.

A smirk spread across Falcon's handsome face. We will ahve to see, won't we.

Ame-I suppose so...well, Falcon it was indeed a pleasure. Thanks so much for doing this interview.

Falcon-Anytime for you, Ame.

Black Friday!

Amethyst Winters blog — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 12:47:00 GMT

So, I thought it would be a good day to post about this! Ugh! What a day! I mean, so many people shopping looking for that great deal to save them money! Yeah, and get there at midnight the night before. No way, not for me. However, there was a time when I used to do it. Once, lol. Now, I just try to find the best deal throughout the Christmas season, lol.

So, what are ya'll's thoughts on this? Have any of you ever gone to get that perfect deal? Or maybe you are this year, tell me about it.

Ame

the problems with writing

Amethyst Winters blog — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 13:31:00 GMT

How many out there have trouble finding the time to write. I asked a question on my yahoo group about personal best wc goals, and was blown away! OMG! I am so lacking, lol. My personal best, I believe was 2000. And that was only once.

Typically, my day consists of getting up at about one in the afternoon, I work overnights. Then I catch up on emails for about an hour. Then I clean for about an hour. (Guilt over sitting on my buttocks for too long.) AFter that, is supposed to be my time to get up and write.

Yeah, right. Lately, my husband whisks me off for about two hours to go run errands or go with him while he checks on jobs. Grrr! What about me?

Well, when we finally get back, it's about time to cook supper and after that I usually take a nap and get ready for work. So, my day is shot!

I have told hubby over and over, we're not going anywhere, and what does he do, he finds something to go out for. Grrr!

So, I have set up myself some personal word count goals. On Monday, I want to get 1500 words done. On Wednesday, 2000, and on Friday, 2500. Well, here's hoping. Cross your fingers for me ya'll!

What about ya'll?

Amethyst

Caught!

Amethyst Winters blog — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 03:16:00 GMT

David grasped Andromeda’s hand and pulled her along with him. The rustling of her red skirts and a few crickets chirping the only sounds, as they tiptoed across the darkened grounds.

David leaned against a tree, pressing her body close to his. Andromeda’s heart beat loudly, a testament of how desperately she longed for him. She rubbed her scantily clad body against his. Wearing the red gypsy outfit turned out to be a wise decision for his eyes had never left her once and he seemed desperate to get her naked.

David slanted his mouth across hers. Flashes of light and sensations took over her body. This was beyond heaven. She wanted him to touch her bare body. The feel of his cock deep inside her made her quiver.

“You have to know that you are so sexy in that get up,” he said looking her over from head to toe. “You have the most unbelievable cleavage, Andromeda! Gorgeous! I won’t lie. I want you,” he said placing her hand over his erection.

Andromeda moaned at the feel of his cock beneath her hand. She wanted him inside her. It was dark, and the closest people were far away at the mansion. These were private grounds, so she imagined no one would see her.

“I…I want you too…here.”

David’s eyes grew wide in his face. “Seriously? Here?”

Andromeda bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Fuck yeah!” he said. He bent down and pressed his lips to her throat. He slid his hand up her leg, slowly raising her skirts with it. “Andromeda,” he breathed into her neck. “I don’t want to rush you. I have…I have noticed you for a while.”

“You’re not rushing me. I wore this specifically in hopes that you would notice. When I found out that you were going to the Halloween Party at Raymond’s as well…I went out and got the sexiest outfit I could find, without being obvious.”

David chuckled. “Well, you succeeded,” he said and bent his head to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. Andromeda’s eyes drifted closed as she felt she was in heaven. Wonderful sensations flooded her body. She wasn’t new to sex, just good sex. This wasn’t good sex, this was awesome. Of course, this was foreplay, but it still felt good to her. His tongue dipped between her breasts and he slowly moved aside her bra as her breasts came loose of their confines. She sighed in contentment. His tongue trailed to her nipple, taking one into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across it, making her wet her thong.

“Oh God, David! Why did we wait so long?” she moaned as he continued the onslaught of her breast. “Oh God!”

Placing small kisses along her neck, then back down to her other breast, he then took the other nipple in his mouth. She had heard a woman could come from a man playing with her nipples, and the way she felt now, she believed it. He left her breast and skipped down to her abdomen, where he inserted his tongue into her navel. Oh dear, he was inches from her pubic hair line. God! If only he would go just a little lower.

* * *

David rubbed his face along the softest skin in all the world. He had been with many women. Hell, he was part of the Girls Gone Wild dvds. But Andromeda…she had peaked his interest for quite a while. He wanted her between his legs, but…he wanted her heart as well.

She was his nemesis. Her hair, her eyes, her breasts, her whole being. He wanted it all, all of her. Andromeda moaned and he felt powerful. She was more beautiful than all the women he had been with combined. Golden blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a body that Aphrodite herself would kill for! Gods, he was smitten!

“I wanna make you come! I wanna make you come over and over!”

Andromeda whimpered and David took that as an affirmative. With just his lips, he rained kisses along the inside of her thighs. He inserted a finger and rubbed it along the soaked part of her thong. Hooking his thumbs in the waist line of her panties, he dragged them down her shapely legs to her ankles. With exquisite tenderness he lifted her legs out of her panties. Running his hands along her legs, up her thighs, he revealed her sweet, pink pussy to his greedy little eyes. His mouth watered, dying to taste it! He wanted it! Sticking his tongue out, he tasted her sweet honey! Oh gods, his cock throbbed inside his pants. He wanted to touch him. Feel her pussy muscles grip his cock tight. He licked her clit, loving the feel of her silky thighs. When she moaned, it made him feel so powerful.

Up and down, around and around he licked her clit. She ran her hands in his hair and held him at her clit. “Yes!” he said into her pussy. “I love it when you hold me there!”

Deciding she was close enough he stood up, clamped his mouth on hers, and shoved off his sweat pants and lifted his shirts from his English Lord costume, and freed his rigid cock.

Andromeda practically drooled. Her gaze locked onto his cock. Her open admiration for it, made him so very hard.

Lifting her up on his cock, she slid down slowly. He about lost it right there, she felt so good. Up and down she rode his cock. David thought that he could do this all night. She was so gorgeous! So sexy!

“Andromeda! I’m almost there! Keep going!”

“Oh David…me too…Yes!...Yes!”

David shot his hot cum up inside her passage.

“Oh! David, I hear voices! Wait! How about we put on a little show?”

An evil grin spread across David’s face. “Ooo, turn me on!”

So nuzzling on one of her breasts and holding the other one so it was sticking out for all to see, David thrusted up inside her. He could do this all night.

Suddenly a blood curdling scream rent the air and the couple that had been coming towards them took off running.

“Huh? What’s up with them?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think we were that ugly.”

“Yeah…Ah. I see,” he said looking at her backside and taking something off her back.

“What?”

“This!” he said producing a lethal looking knife.

“Aw, shit! Well, there’s always next year.”

“Yup. There’s always next year,” he said draping his arm over her shoulder and disappearing.

character interview: with Benjamin Miller From First Kiss, contracted by Freya's Bower

Amethyst Winters blog — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 21:55:00 GMT

Amethyst: Benjamin, I know that your story is a short one, so I thought the readers would like to know a bit about you. Tell us, how long have you known you were in love with Marianne?

Benjamin:Honestly...since I was twenty-two.

Amethyst:That made her...sixteen, right?

Benjamin:Yes.

Amethsyt:Wow, so, tell us something interesting about you our audience doesn't know.

Benjamin:Well, they might be interested to know that I have a mole on my...*he stands up and unzips his pants*

Amethyst:Hey! This is a sweet romance, we can't have any of that here. *she chuckles* Is there any juicy tidbit that wasn't in the book that they bay want to know about?

Benjamin:Well, I didn't go into how when I was six I contracted small pox and almost died. Doctor Roberts still is confounded to this day how I survived. He says every patient he has ever had that contracted small pox died from it.

Amethyst:Gracious! That's awful!

Benjamin:Yeah! My mom...she...she has never been the same since. She is real attatched to me and my siblings.

Amethyst:I can imagine. Having three kids myself, yes. What do you think is in store with your sister?

Benjamin:Well, she doesn't get together with-

Amethyst:Ah, ah, ah. No giving away details.

Benjamin:Alright, let's just say I see love in the air, and it isn't who she goes to the Pumpkin Festival Dance with.

Amethyst:I see, so there may need to be another book in order, huh?

Benjaminon't know miss Author lady. You are the writer here.

Amethyst:Hmm, I'll have to think on that one. Well, tall dark and gorgeous, it was great getting to know you a little better. Thanks for the interview.

Benjamin:Sure. Anytime.

Timeshifters

Amethyst Winters blog — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:59:00 GMT

here is an excerpt from my latest wip, brand new too! Enjoy and leave a comment!

Timeshifters

“Faster, Jezebel, faster!” he hollered pulling her along. Her hand clasped tightly in Filipe’s. The sharp stones cut into the sensitive souls of her feet. How had she gotten here? No time to think about that. The dark night clouded their vision, only they didn’t not need their sense of sight to see.

Weaving in and out of the trees, dodging stray brances, they hurried along. The branches reached out to strike Kyra on the cheek, but still she ran, hardly noticing the sting. “Oh gods, Filipe, what will we do?”

“I don’t know, but for now, just run,” he said going this way and that. When they came to a cabin, Filipe pulled her inside. “We’ll be safe in here, Kyra.”

Once inside, Kyra filled her lungs with great gobs of air, their running from the last fifteen minutes finally catching up with her. She was in shape, but this was ridiculous. Filipe pulled her to the bedroom there, pulling her against the wall. Oh Filipe...”What is going on?” One moment we were…well, indisposed—“

“You mean making love?” Even through the turmoil of the events of the last few minutes, he still looked at her lovingly and longingly.

“Yes,” she said blushing slightly for she still wasn’t used to it all. “Making love, and the next, you were yanking me out of bed, demanding that I put my clothes on and run. What is all this? Why are we running?”

“I can’t tell you exactly, but…just trust me. We were in danger…you were in danger.”

“Alright,” she agreed. He pulled her close and she allowed it, resting her head on his massive chest. “How long do you think we will be safe here? How long until they find us?”

“They shouldn’t find us at all, if I masked our scent well enough.”

“You can do that?” she asked, pulling away from him and looking up into his eyes.

“Yes. Magically,” was his simple response.

“I see. Well…” there was much she did not know of her new…fiance. Fiance, the word sounded strange on her tongue.

“I won’t let anything happen to—“

Kyra’s eye’s grew wide as Filipe’s grip relaxed and he slowly began to sink to the ground. “Filipe…? Filipe! Filipe! Answer me!”

Yes as she slowly lowered him to the ground, she looked down and saw what his problem was. He had been shot. Kyra reached out a shaky hand and gently moved aside the cloth that covered the wound. Oh dear gods! No! he was shot through the heart! This couldn’t be happening! Why? Why her?

But even through her despair, she heard a voice of comfort. You can change things. No. I mustn’t. But why? The voice answered her. Because, you know why. She must be going crazy. It was the grief. The grief of losing Filipe when they just found each other. He had just admitted to her that he loved her and asked her to marry him. It had been the happiest day of her life.

Do it.

No, I mustn’t. If I do, I cannot ever do it again.

She sat there, indecision warring in her mind. Kyra!

“Fine.” She took a deep breath and hollered at the top of her lungs. “Rewind…! Re-e-ewi-i-ind! RE-E-EWI-I-IND!”

* * *

The wetness of a tongue licking her face woke Jezebel. A hand came up and wiped the hair from her face. A moan escaped her lips and she struggled to sit up. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was…oh no! She couldn’t remember anything. Not…no, she knew her name, but nothing else. She couldn’t remember where she was, or what she was doing here. She couldn’t remember…her age, her family…did she even have family? She looked down and noticed she was nude. Nude. Did that mean she slept in the nude or…a pair of men’s boxer shorts and jeans clued her in that she was not here alone. Yet, did she love this man? Was he good looking? Was she attractive? Was he young, old, tal, fat, skinny?

As if some deity read her mind, in walked the owner of the pants and boxers. Jezebel’s jaw dropped to the ground. Oh my God! He was gorgeous. He had to be at least…six foot , possibly six foot one or two. Dreamy blue eyes gazed back at her, raking her naked body. Long dark hair that came just past his shoulders, was held back with a pony tail holder.

“Hey babe! Good morning!” and the Greek god look alike came over and planted a big smooch on her lips. His mouth had her reeling! She could taste his mouthwash and his lips were soft and warm. Moisture gathered between her thighs and she knew what that was. His kiss and his body turned her on. Oh dear! She sure hoped they were a couple and he wasn’t someone’s husband or something.

When he released her mouth, she realized that she had dropped the coverlet that she had held up to cover her nakedness. Embarassed, she snatched it up, covering her nakedness. Oh dear!

“What’s up, Jez? What’s with the coy little school girl routine? It isn’t like we haven’t seen each other naked?” he said shaking his head. He walked over to the dresser, pulled out a clean pair of boxers, and sauntered into the bathroom

The Conquest

Amethyst Winters blog — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 16:43:00 GMT

Manuel watched her from high atop his perch in the tall oak tree next to her window. Dear gods, he was a Peeping Tom! Yet he couldn’t help it! She was so luscious. What did it matter, she was to be his soon anyway. He watched as she crossed in front of the window and began undressing. He knew the only reason she never closed her curtains was because she lived out in the boonies.

First, her hand went to her long blonde tresses, where she pulled out the pin that kept them piled atop her head. A beautiful wave of blond hair tumbled down her back. His cock grew hard thinking about running his hand through them. His gaze was riveted to those long fingers as she unbuttoned one button after another. With each button his cock grew harder and harder! Then, the prize, as the luscious twin globes were revealed, a feast for his eyes.

She wore one of those front closure bras. He slowed down her movements in his mind, as each clasp came undone until finally they were free. Dusky pink nipples topped perfect twin globes. Then his show ended as she pulled a top over her nakedness, covering the world’s most perfect pair of breasts.

Manuel sighed as he alighted to the ground. He couldn’t handle this much longer. He had to have her. Had to make her his own. As his fangs lengthened on their own, he realized he also had to feed. Back to the city, away from his love, he flew through the night on bat wings.

* * *

He was out there, watching her. Luisa didn’t know who he was, but she knew he was there. A cold chill crept down her spine and she shivered. The alarm clock on the nightstand mocked her with it’s late hour. One o’clock in the morning! Damn, this was the third night in a row for who knew how long that she didn’t get any sleep!

She gazed out the window, straining her eyes to see what she could see. Nothing, yet she knew he was out there. She could feel him.

Turning away from the window, she walked to her bed to try to get some sleep, only to be blocked by a wall of…flesh and muscle. Oh dear! A frightened gasp escaped her lips, and a warm, moist mouth covered her own. His tongue lightly caressed her tongue. When he finally pulled away, she was panting hard.

“Who…who are you?”

“My name is unimportant. All that is important is that I claim you for my own.”

Luisa didn’t like how her body quivered at the sound of his voice. “I don’t buy that one b-bit,” she said, putting distance between the two of them.

“Oh? Well, tell me your name,” he said coming up behind her.

“N-no! I don’t know who you think you are, but-“

“Tell me your name,” he said adding compulsion to his command.

“I…Luisa.”

“Luisa…beautiful name for a goddess,” he said, his warm breath caressing her neck.

Luisa shivered and turned to look at him. “How…how did you did that?”

Manuel kept circling her. “Do what?”

“Ge-get me to say my name…like you did?”

He bent down and whispered seductively in her ear. “I am vampyre.”

He said it as though…he were them…as if he were the first.

“You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you?” she scoffed.

“I care not what you believe, Luisa…by the way, why do you have a Spanish name and yet you have a golden mane and white skin?”

Who was this guy? “My grandmother is Spanish er Latin American, my mother is blond-haired and blue eyed, so I received my looks from her. My grandfather was also of Swedish decent.”

“I see. Well, that does explain it.”

Luisa’s heart beat fast. “Yes, well…I want you to leave. Now.” She said pointing to her door. Oh yeah, that should work, she thought sarcastically.

“No.” She knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Suddenly, he was right behind her, and breathing on her neck. She became frozen to the spot, unable to move. “Wh-what do you want with me?”

“I’ve told you that already, Luisa,” the way he said her name made her pussy moisten itself and her heart beat erratically.

“B-but, is that all you want from me?” She asked, willing right now to give him whatever he wanted.

His hands caressed her arms, slowly gliding down them. “No, I want all of you!” he growled, claiming her mouth from behind. Luisa, bent his head way back and let him claim her lips. A surge of lust gripped her body and she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to do to her.

He slowly slid off the straps of her gown. Sensuously, his fingers trailed over her heated flesh. No one had ever touched her like that. No one had ever wanted to get this close to her. Heat and moisture gathered between her thighs and she felt strange. Her body felt light and tingly.

Pooling around her feet, her gown slid to the ground. She shivered as the air caressed her naked flesh. His obvious perusal had her going from a shiver to an all over warmth.

With a hunger in his eyes, he closed his mouth around her breast. Back went Luisa’s head, causing an ache to develop between her legs. She knew she was a virgin, but…this was crazy. Teased mercilessly by her so called friends for being a virgin still, she retreated to her aunt’s house for a few months. Her aunt had always developed a soft spot for her niece.

Sensations ripped though her body. She never wanted it to end. It didn’t end, but changed, intensified as his mouth left her breast and went lower, licking a fiery trail down to her vagina. When his tongue touched her clitoris, she practically leapt off the floor. “No!”

“Relax, little one. I have you. You will be fine!” he lifted her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed. Once there, he spread her legs and feasted on the tender flesh between her legs. Back and forth her head thrashed, her hands fisted in the sheets. “Oh-h! What is this?”

Manuel left her clit long enough to answer. “This, my dear perfect princess, is a climax and only the beginning.”

He licked and flicked her clit and several minutes later her orgasm washed over her like a warm wave. “Oh-h my!”

Manuel stood up and stripped off his clothes. Luisa could not help but stare as his was the first male body she had ever seen naked. His chest was a mass of muscles, but not overly much, and when he slid his panst off and revealed slim hips, her eyes grew wide as his penis sprung free, rock solid as it was.

Dear God! This man was…gorgeous! Man? Was he a man?

“You are so beautiful, Luisa, see what you do to me?”

“I am not beautiful,” she said shyly turning her head.

“Oh, that is not true! You are that and so much more,” he said and he crawled up her body, claiming his mouth once again. He pressed his cock into her soft belly. Luisa moaned, wanting to know what it would feel like with him inside. He skimmed his teeth along the sensitive skin of her flesh and Luisa again felt moisture gather between her legs. “Oh!”

“Luisa, I am going to be inside you in a moment, and since you are a virgin, it will hurt the first time. It will be quick. I promise.”

Luisa just nodded. Manuel reared his hips back and with a hand under her buttocks, slid in easily. He reached her virginal wall and with a quick thrust, broke through her hymen. “Oh!” she said and winced.

“Relax! It will be over soon.” He began a slow in and out and where there was once pain, was replaced with a warm, curious sensation. Then pain turned to pleasure and before long, that same spiral that signaled her orgasm started again.

Manuel slid in and out, his thrusts slow at first, then faster and faster, until he slammed inside her body, over and over. His fangs descended and he sank his teeth into her neck, but all she felt was the overwhelming sensation of her orgasm. Manuel hollered to the heavens with his climax.

When it was all over, and Luisa came down from the heavens, she realized he was staring right at her, and hid her face.

“Why do you hide your face so, you are beautiful!”

“How can you say that? I am hideous! Do you not see the scar slashed across my face?”

“No, I do not,” he stated simply.

“What?” and she threw off the covers and ran to the mirror. “You…you did this? You healed it?”

“It is true, my vampyric powers have that ability, but…no, indeed what you saw, was all in your mind. You have always been…beautiful.”

Welcome

Amethyst Winters blog — Tue, 07 Oct 2008 00:47:37 GMT

Welcome to my blog. Please check back soon for new entries.