First Kiss

His lips caressed hers. Elizabeth melted. If he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she probably would have fallen into a heap on the floor. She slid her arm over his shoulder to tangle her fingers in his long, soft black hair. Puzzola groaned as she ran her other hand over his painted cheek and her fingers through his blonde stripe. She inhaled rapidly as he pulled her upward to place feather kisses on her neck and collarbone. It felt so good, so right pressed against him. His lips came down hard on hers, parting her lips for a deep, intense kiss that reached into the depths of her soul.

“There is so much I want,” his voice was raspy. “I want to be with you. I want to take you where I know you want to be.”

“I wish I didn’t have to leave in the morning,” Elizabeth could hardly breathe. She was ready to give herself, and would have bargained with the devil himself for more time tonight in London. If he asked her to spend the night with him, she would.

“There is not enough time to kiss you. Not enough time to touch you. You are in my soul, Elizabeth McAlister. Remember my promise, we will meet again,” he whispered the pledge to her as he rubbed her temple with his thumb.

He ran his long fingers across her cheek to the back of her head and kissed her with greater intensity than before. She felt him claiming her, possessing her. With their bodies flattened against each other, she felt them fusing together. She could feel his heart beating as fast as hers was pounding loud in her ears.

As he pulled away, Elizabeth asked, “What’s your real name?”

“Puzzola,” he responded as he bowed his head and a lock of blonde hair fell across his dark eyebrows and ocean eyes. With two fingers, he gave her a jaunty salute and disappeared into the crowd.


Excerpt from the Prologue of Painted Soul - Book One of the Soul Series.

Fun at the Authors Event

The authors at the Spring Authors Event spent more time talking to each other than to readers. Traffic was a bit slow...perhaps due to the rainy day or the fact we were there the day before Mother's Day. Altogether we had fun and sold a few books.

I was happy to see my good friend, Cheryl Martin, an amazing photographer and poet. I picked up her latest book and we promised to do another event together this summer.

Writers have to leave their solitude occasionally; I'll post dates of events at a later time.

Spring Author Event in Michigan

I will be at the Barnes & Noble in Saginaw, MI for the Spring Author’s Event. Several authors from Michigan will be signing books on Saturday, May 9. 1:00 – 3:00pm. I will have the Soul Series books with me, including “Lonely Soul” which will be available for purchase prior to its May 19th release.

Barnes & Noble Booksellers
3311 Tittabawassee Rd
Saginaw, MI 48604

This is a great opportunity to chat with a variety of authors over some great coffee in a relaxed enviroment. Tons of fun and inspiring to writers!

The Watcher

Watching and waiting.
I remain silent, without response.
Listening to the universe.

Watching and waiting.
Mystical and sensual.
A moment cannot be defined.

Watching and waiting.
A cosmic wave.
An energy released.

Watching and waiting.
A shiver runs through my whole body.
I'm profoundly moved.

Watching waiting.
Spontaneous combustion.
A master of body and mind emerges.

Watching and waiting.
A vision of pleasure.
Harmony of ecstacy and spirituality.

Watching and waiting.
The senses of the sacred are aroused.
Come to me.

Watching and waiting.
Beyond the physical plane.
I will protect you.

Watching and waiting.

Tasty Tuesday - Oatmeal?

Many of you know I'm a scent-ual person. I love my senses! So let me take you on a journey and experience the sense of smell.

First, make a nice hot bowl of oatmeal. Not the fancy flavored kind, but the good old fashioned kind.

Now close your eyes. Well... you might have to keep them open to read this.

Breath in.

First is the heart of the smell. By breathing in your oatmeal, you smell the odor of the oats. But that is not the heart of the odor. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Relax. Breathe in the world of fire, ashes, clothes, home, nature, sky, the universe and heaven. You will feel your consciousness penetrate to the heart of the smell. This is real. It is delicious.

Next take a bit of the oatmeal. Savor it. Allow your sense of taste penetrate to the heart of taste. This contains all the flavors of the earth. This is the unique savor.

Even though the oat flakes have lost their form in the cooking process, they have taken on a "heart form" which is something more that what one experiences in a moment.

Do you remember when you mother told you to slow down and not eat so fast? Have you noticed how many diets tell you to eat slowly? Perhaps if you head these words, you will experience the true meaning of taste and enjoyment of food. Savor those sips and bites. Let the flavor travel past your lips, across your tongue, and feel it enter your body.

A simple meal of basic food can be a sensual or should I say, scent-ual" experience. Enjoy!