Tempting Tuesday

Meet those sexy temptaions... the lovers of Tormented Soul.

Erick McAlister

Lynn Westmore


To celebrate, I'm giving away two special items this month.
A signed copy of Tormented Soul and a gift from my favorite store, Lover's Lane.

All you have to do is leave a comment on any post from Feb.1st until midnight the 14th, the holiday for love... Valentine's Day.

Names will be placed into a drawing and the winner will be picked and announced on February 15.

Excerpt Monday - Tormented Soul

EXCERPT 3
A white curtain billowed as a soft breeze blew into the room. The sound of bustling vehicles traveling the streets in Mayfair came through the window. Erick’s eyes fluttered; he couldn’t remember the last time he slept so well and wasn’t ready to wake yet. A warm figure stirred next to him. Suddenly the memories of the night came to him. A slow smile spread across his lips as he felt fingers run through his hair.

He opened his eyes and saw Lynn on her pillow facing him with the same smile.

“Good morning.”

“Hmm. Good morning,” he said as she caressed his rough cheek.

Under the covers he ran his hands across her naked body and pulled her closer. She snuggled under his chin. He sighed, full of sheer happiness.

“This is a little different than last time,” Lynn purred.

“How so?”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“So you really were afraid of me that morning! Did you really think I was going to ravish you?”

“I was secretly hoping you would,” she admitted.

“Well, I’ll be damned!”

“But it was nice, anyway.”

“Yes it was, and so is this.” Erick stroked her exposed shoulder. “This feels so good. I could stay here forever.”

His stomach took the moment to growl.

“I think it must be around lunch,” Lynn laughed as she sat up.

Her hair had been damp when they went to bed and was now sticking up in many different directions. She had a pillow mark on her face. He watched as she tried to calm her mane with her hand. To Erick, she was the most beautiful creature in the world.

“Oh, I’ll have to wet it down again,” she groaned. “I think I’ll jump in the shower. Then we should think of getting something to eat.”

“Yes.” He rubbed his stomach. “I’d better shower as well. I’m sure I don’t smell like roses.”

“You’ve got that right!”

“Are you saying I stink?” He reached out grabbed her and began tickling her.
“I’ll wash you if you want,” she giggled.

“That sounds good.” He released her.

“Give me time to wash my hair and shave my legs.” She teased him with her walk. “Then come and join me.”

“OKAY I’ll go find some coffee to make.”

“You don’t drink tea?”

“Some days I want coffee. Today is one.”

“Do you always get what you want?”

“Most definitely.” He winked at her.


To celebrate, I'm giving away two special items this month.
A signed copy of Tormented Soul and a gift from my favorite store, Lover's Lane.

All you have to do is leave a comment on any post from Feb.1st until midnight the 14 th, the holiday for love... Valentine's Day.
Names will be placed into a drawing and the winner will be picked and announced on February 15.

Six Sentence Sunday - From Tormented Soul

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentence portion of my sensual romance, Tormented Soul being given away this month.
He took slow, deep breaths as if to let a different side of himself come to the surface. He felt anger blend with sexual confidence. Seduction was the game he would play tonight. That was what they always wanted, to be seduced and ravished. He gradually raised his eyes to the mirror; they had to look of the devil. He said nothing as he walked out of his room toward the door with his friends on his heels.

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Write A Love Poem

Trevor Dillinger is not only a good friend of Erick McAlister but also a song writer. He has been known to feed off his friend's pain as inspiration for his work. Sometimes he'll surprise everyone and rise from his self-inflicted darkness and give advice.

Today, Trevor is offering some tips on writing a love poem.

The underlying basis of a love poem is to convey your amorous feelings towards another person. In this light, there is no wrong or right way to write a poem. If you keep this in mind, you'll find writing your poem will be a more enjoyable experience overall.

To begin with you'll need to note down the following:

■Reasons why you love your partner


■Specific physical qualities you love about your partner. For instance, their deep, blue eyes.


■What they have provided for you. Example: Your constant support and encouragement has given me the wings to fly.


■Any special words you call each other.


■What specific message you are ultimately trying to convey with your poem. For example, my life would be nothing without you, thank you for being in my life, etc.


■Tone of your poem. For instance, humorous, sentimental, etc.

You will also need access to a thesaurus, dictionary and a rhyming dictionary if you want your poem to rhyme. You can find these tools online at the following links:
Dictionary.com
Thesaurus.com
RhymeZone.com

Now that you have the data and ideas you need, you can begin structuring your poem. If you're a novice poet, start first with a rhyming poem. By now you should have some lines already written out. Put them in an order that flows and then fill in the rest with sentences that rhyme.

When you're done, read the poem aloud. You will most likely find a few spots that don't flow properly. Make your changes and read the poem aloud again. Continue doing this until the poem is easily read. Remember, a poem is a personal gift from the heart. As long as you are conveying an overall thought or idea it will be received with much pleasure.

Enhance your love poem!
■Write it in calligraphy.

■Use romantic stationary.

■Spray it with your perfume or cologne.

■Put it in a love card.

■Leave it on your love's pillow with a rose.



To celebrate, I'm giving away two special items this month.
A signed copy of Tormented Soul and a gift from my favorite store, Lover's Lane.

All you have to do is leave a comment on any post from Feb.1st until midnight the 14 th, the holiday for love... Valentine's Day .

Names will be placed into a drawing and the winner will be picked and announced on February 15.

Waiting

One of Erick McAlister's best buds is Trevor Dillinger from the band Dark Cloud. There was a time when Erick's voice filled in for the voiceless bass player.


They stood next to each other behind their own microphones. Erick closed his eyes while Trevor nodded to start the music. The music consisted of soft dreamy sounds from keyboards, drums and controlled guitars that had been recorded earlier. Erick’s hands held the headphones he wore as he let out a scream that broke the beauty and tranquility of the music. As the anguished cry softened, Trevor’s voice came through close to a whisper.

“I gave you my heart; you gave it back to me in pieces.”

“Broken, like the man I am,” Erick added with his raspy voice.

“Sitting in silent darkness, afraid to trust, ashamed to love.”

“Broken, like the man I am.” Erick’s eyes never opened.

“Sitting in silent darkness, waiting for you to return to fix.”

“The broken man I am,” the pair sang together.

The music increased in volume and hard-driving instruments. Trevor’s face contorted with anger as his powerful voice gained strength.

“Don’t look back as you walk from me, you won’t like what you see, not the beast but only me.”

“A man dying and weak,” the pair sang.

“Our little arrangement became something true, you know it did, you felt it too. My insides tearing, ripping in two.”

“How could you? How could you?” Erick’s emotion came through his voice.

“You are something I can never have; you are all I ever see, sitting in my
silent darkness, please come back to me.”

“Sitting in silent darkness, please, please come back to me!” They turned
and yelled into the same microphone. Anguish showed on their faces.
Erick’s head dropped as Trevor’s voice softened to the near whisper
again.

“Sitting in my silent darkness, trying to disappear, chained by memories, waiting, wanting, needing you here.”

“Waiting in silent darkness, please, please come back to me!” Pain reflected in Erick’s words as he sang them alone before being joined by Trevor. “Waiting, waiting, waiting! Come back to me!”

The music faded and Erick let out another scream like the one that began the song. His face was full of anger and pain. She felt it. The room felt as if it was closing in, but she refused to let the others know she was affected.



To celebrate, I'm giving away two special items this month.
A signed copy of Tormented Soul and a gift from my favorite store, Lover's Lane.

All you have to do is leave a comment on any post from Feb.1st until midnight the 14 th, the holiday for love... Valentine's Day .

Names will be placed into a drawing and the winner will be picked and announced on February 15.