CRIMSON DAYS, CH 4 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Romance #Dystopia #DarkNewDay

Hey there again!

I have another chapter to add to Crimson Days for your reading pleasure. ^_^

As I’ve stated in the last three posts, this story is being developed and written as I post it. It has not been edited or doctored up. Yes, that means you are getting the story’s first rough draft.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 4, make sure to read the first 3 chapters. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

CHAPTER 3 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/08/crimson-days-ch-3/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 4

By the time I got back to my concrete quarters, I wanted to do nothing but get naked and soak my body in a tub filled with rose scented water—if only to rid myself of the ghastly stench lingering on my threads and armor.

In addition to that, I needed wine in the worse way. It was the only substance that would help clear my mind of the last nine hours.

Our mission ran well into nightfall. Unfortunately, that’s when the demons gained strength. The knights had eliminated most of the vampires by then, but the ones who remained put up a major fight. It got bad. Many soldiers died. However, in the end, we prevailed at exterminating every last vampire that’d taken refuge in the sewers.

All those, except for the ones I smuggled out of the area.

I had a feeling the massacre today would only make the death walker situation worse. As soon as the word got around to the larger, stronger covens that the Cross Knights were on a demon-exterminating hunt, the vampires were liable to strike back, and strike back big.

From here on out, sleepless nights were a guarantee.

I lumbered into my weapon cache, peeling out of my armor and uniform as I went. After I’d stripped down to my panties and

ALEXIS

ALEXIS

sheer tank top, I set my daggers, glocks and rifles back on their rightful stands. Sometime tomorrow, I would make sure to give them a good cleaning, but until then… wine.

A knock at my front door jarred my attention. I stepped out of the room and stared at the panel blocking my sights from whoever stood outside my quarters. I glanced at the time. 11:57 PM. It was probably Sanjay, the last person I wanted to see at the moment. It took only a second to decide I wasn’t going to answer the door. I wasn’t in the mood for a booty call, or a cursing out about our disagreement today.

“Officer Winsort! Open the door,” Sanjay bellowed, thumping harder with each rap.

Oh hell, he called me officer with stern authority in his voice, which meant he wasn’t alone. Nine times out of ten, he hadn’t traveled with his original entourage, the knights who were privy to our twisted relationship.

I took a gander at the security screen. Four men stood behind Sanjay.

High ranking officials were with him tonight, and for good reason. I’d made some off-the-wall moves during our last mission. That meant a reprimand session was in order. I was supposed to report to the council two hours ago for that session. If I didn’t open the door, I could easily be court marshalled.

Too bad I don’t give a shit.

Rolling my eyes, I headed for the kitchen. I had a hankering for some vintage wine. I grabbed the big bottle at the back of the lower cabinet. Year 2054 screamed from the label in large script. “Perfect.”

As I rummaged through my drawer for the cork-popper, four beeps sounded in the living area, indicating my security code had been overwritten.

“Door opening,” the disembodied voice announced.

Sanjay’s approaching steps came down hard on the concrete floor. Accompanying steps followed his.

“The fact I didn’t answer the door means I don’t want to be bothered,” I murmured, pouring the scarlet liquid into a glass. “And by the way, I’m nowhere near decent, but I’m pretty sure you can see that.” With my wine in hand, I turned and offered a wry smile to the high ranking officials standing in my kitchen.

They were clad in their pristine uniforms with badges of honor pinned to their chests. The only one in armor was Sanjay.

Five sets of wide eyes roamed over my sparsely clothed body. By the way they gawked at me, one would think they’d never seen a half-naked woman before.

Sanjay’s face turned beet red as his jaw set hard.

I wondered what pissed him off more. The fact I didn’t open the door for him and his companions, or the fact his male colleagues were getting an eyeful of his girlfriend’s assets. The only fabric covering anything were my boy-cut panties. On the other hand, the sheer top did nothing to conceal my large breasts and hardened dark nipples.

“Well since you’re here…” I lowered into the seat at my small dining table and crossed my legs. “What can I do for you, officers?”

Jon Kortajarena

SANJAY

“I’m sorry, gentleman,” Sanjay gritted out through clenched teeth, glowering at me. “Would you please grant me a few minutes alone with Agent Winsort?” As soon as the knights were outside my quarters, out of earshot, he growled, “You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing.”

“Having a glass of wine. You want some? It’s vintage.”

He slammed his palm down on the table, making the glass hop and the wine slosh. “You know what I mean!”

“You came barging off into my spot, Sanjay. I’m in the comfort of my own quarters, so I can have on as little threads as I want. Is that what’s really bothering you?”

Pitching the bridge of his nose, he paced the perimeter of my small kitchen. “Goddammit, woman.” He grumbled a series of rapid curses under his breath in his native tongue, Arabic, before speaking again. “Why didn’t you report to your hearing?”

I quietly wiped the wine droplets off the table, leaving his question unanswered. You’d think they would at least give me a day to recuperate from today’s activities before harassing me about this mess.

Sanjay lowered to his knees. He removed his gloves and ran his calloused palms over the sides of my naked thighs. “Babe, you need to talk to me. The commanding officer’s son… his only son… is in a coma, due to the tranq dart you shot into his ass. And let’s not forget his jaw is broken in three places. What the hell happened out there?”

Silently, I stared at the swirling red wine as I stirred my finger the glass.

His grabbed my thighs in a biting grip, making me wince. “Alexis, please don’t do this to me. Tell me what happen.”

I took a sip of the wine and let the heavy silence weave between us a moment more before speaking. “Officer JR chased two hostiles into my zone. I cornered the area with laser cones to notify the other knights in the vicinity that I was sweeping those grounds. Once the vamps crossed those cones, they were mine to deal with. The other knights abided to my zone markers, but Officer JR clearly had other plans. Instead of returning to his post, he attacked me. I hit him in the jaw with the butt of my rifle. Twice. He wouldn’t stay down, so I popped him with a tranq. And that’s the end of my tale.”

Laughter hid behind Sanjay’s smiling lips. I knew there was a part of him that found this situation humorous. He was twisted like that. “You are so fucking crazy, woman. Did you have to shoot him in the ass?”

“He was on his hands and knees when I pulled the trigger, so his ass was the only thing I could see.”

Covering his mouth, his snickered. “Need I remind you those tranquilizers are specifically made to debilitate vampires, not humans? He may not wake up from that coma, or worse, he could die.”

I shrugged. “One less jerk face to deal with.”

Luckily for me, no one on the force liked JR. Sanjay hated his guts. The boy was a pompous son of a bitch, who thought he could be an outright asshole just because his daddy was the tribe’s chief. I’m sure no one’s complaining about his unconscious state. No one, but his father that is.

Sanjay pushed to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back. An austere expression wiped his smile away. “So now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, are you going to tell me why you were wielding a G-twelve tranquilizer rifle during a kill mission? Or, are you gonna just leave it up to me to piece it together?”

For a long moment I said nothing. I knew there was no hiding my actions any longer. Every kid who came into my zone got popped with a tranq. Most of them didn’t even try to run. Once they looked into my eyes, they completely submitted. It was like they knew I was there to save them.

I contacted the CRF before I started gathering vamp children. The CRF were quick to deploy pods to collect the live specimens. The military wasn’t in the habit of leaving anything alive for their research, so they were more than thrilled that I was willing to assist them. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

The pods were stealthy and fast, able to go undetected. Only problem was, they made a whizzing sound that was hard miss, which defeated the purpose of them being stealth vessels. Nevertheless, I’d hoped the battle kept my fellow knights occupied to buy me some time.

JR came along and almost ruined everything. When he caught me loading his prey into a pod, he came after me. I put him down before he could alert any of the other knights. Little good that did me. All the council had to do was watch the playback from the drones that patrolled the area and all my secret deeds would be exposed.

I knew that, but I didn’t care. Saving eighteen children was worth it. “I did what I thought was right. Not all of them are monsters, Sanjay. During their experiments, the CRF have proved—”

“Goddammit, Alexis… You just don’t get it, do you?” he growled. “You don’t work for the CRF! You work for the military! When your commanding officer gives you orders to exterminate with extreme prejudice then that’s what the fuck you do!” He fell silent, took a deep breath then cleared his throat. “As of now, you are on probation until the council decides otherwise.”

Probation? Didn’t sound too bad. “Great. I need a vacation from death dealing anyway.”

Sanjay shook his head and added, “You’ve also been put on permanent watch.” With that said, he spun around and left the kitchen.

“Wait… what?” I jumped up and raced after him. “What do you mean permanent watch?”

I entered my living room and scuttled to a halt when I came face to face with an android.

My heart thumped out of panic. “Oh hell no.”

A translucent gel-like substance coated its mechanical workings like flesh. The machine stood perfectly still, his hands by his sides, his creepy milky colored eyes locked on me. “Good evening, officer Winsort. How may I assist you?”

“As you can see, you’ve been issued an Assist Droid. You can thank Steve for that. He convinced the council you’ve been under a lot of stress due to this war. And your actions were out of character because of this. He also mentioned your declining health and that you’ve been hearing voices on the battlefield, which is why you’ve been granted leniency.”

Steve? Noo, not Steve. I would expect this betrayal from Sanjay, but not my homeboy.

I leveled a finger at the droid. “Get this thing out of here right now!”

Ignoring me, he continued. “You are scheduled to meet with Dr. Chambers every day at noon to assess your physical and mental health until the council deems you fit to return to service for the federation.”

Tears filled my eyes as my anger grew. “Sanjay, get this goddamn droid out of here!”

“I hate we have to do this, but you have to pay for the choices you’ve made. Look at this way, it could be much worse.” He held a signature pad out and said, “Place your hand here to show you understand and agree with these terms.”

“Fuck you!” I screamed, slapping the pad out of his hand. “That droid is not staying here.”

Sanjay stood there, staring at me in silence for a moment. I couldn’t read his expression. He seemed unmoved by the whole situation, but I knew this had to bother him just a little bit. The droid would monitor my every move, twenty-four seven. That meant no more alone time for us.

“You don’t have a choice, Officer Winsort. Neither do I,” he added with just a flash of sadness in his eyes. “I will be by periodically to check up on your unstable mental condition. That is all.”

“Sanjay…”

He stepped out of my quarters, leaving me staring after him. “Unstable mental condition? So you’ve labeled me crazy, huh?” I muttered to the closed door, seconds after he’d walked out. “Okay. I’ll show you crazy.” I hurried to my weapon cache. “Put me on probation, label me crazy, but leave me with room full of weapons? Yeah, that’s smart.” I grabbed my sword, but thought better of it when I caught sight of the spiked bat sitting on its stand at the back of the room. “Oh yeah, that’s better.” I slapped the sword back on its holder and then claimed the metal bat. I marched back into the living room. “Open the door,” I commanded.

Still standing where I left it, the droid asked. “How may I help you, Officer Winsort?”

“Here, you could take this bat.” As soon as the partition slid completely open, I swung the weapon, hitting the android in the stomach.

His artificial body folded over as he flew out the entrance. He hit the wall in the corridor with a booming thud, sending cracks branching out along the surface.

“How maaaayyy I…” the machine whirred, slumping to his knees.

Part ways down the hallway, Sanjay and the officials spun around.

The droid tried get back onto his feet. “Offic-officer Winsort…”

I pounced on him, wielding the weighty metal bat. Screaming out with every swung, I landed blow after blow until sparks were flying, and scarlet motor oil was spouting all over the place. After many more hits, the android was an unrecognizable heap.

With their faces stuck in a state of shock, Sanjay and the others gaped at me.

Breathing heavily, I swiped my dreads back from my face. “How’s that for unstable mental condition?” As I took in their stunned expressions, I harped out in laughter. “You may want to tell the council to send another droid. This one seems to be broken.” Dragging the bat on the ground, I sashayed back into my quarters.

Before the door slid shut, I heard Sanjay gruffly announce to the high raking company, “Gentleman, my apologies… I will meet you back at headquarters. Apparently, I need to have another word with Officer Winsort addressing her conduct.”

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What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

Dark New Day ~ Pieces

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 3 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Romance #Vampire #Erotica #dystopia #Korn

Hi there, fellow readers!

I come to you bearing a Halloween gift.

To reiterate the statement from my last post, this story is being developed and written as I post it, so it hasn’t been edited or doctored up. I’m literally giving it to you how it comes to me.

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

Before reading CHAPTER 3, make sure to read CHAPTER 1 and CHAPTER 2. Links are below.

CHAPTER 1 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/

CHAPTER 2 ~ http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/04/crimson-days-ch-2/

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 3

Piles of dead bodies covered the open field.

Stunned speechless, I watched my fellow knights systematically drag vampires from the sewer passageways and stake them to the ground, forcing them to suffer daylight. The trees in the area had been trimmed away so there would be nothing obstructing the sun’s deadly rays. There had to be more than a hundred dying demons spread out over the field, and more deceased ones heaped in piles along the perimeter.

As the sun baked their flesh, the seared skin peeled off, fluttered into the air and disintegrated into dust, creating the miasma that poisoned the atmosphere.

Some creatures clawed and fought to stay underground. Those who put up a fight swiftly met their end, by means of a silver blade or UV bullets. Men, women and children alike, festered away in screaming pain.

Several knights approached the demons with large mallets and machetes. Heads were severed or smashed into bloody messes.

Lifting his mallet in the air, a bulky knight stood over a young pale-faced boy.

The boy screamed at the top of his lungs. “No! Please…!” He looked my way and reached out for me. “Please, help me!”

The pain in his eyes tore at my heart. I’d never seen a child vamp before.

His fangs were small, though I’m sure they were no less lethal. Beneath an expression stricken with fear, his face was a picture of pure innocence. Drawn into the dark life against his will, he would never grow up, or have his first kiss. Where he lay, staked to the earth, was his death bed.

I took a step forward, just as the knight brought the mallet down on his face, crushing his skull, cutting his piercing cry short. I gasped and sucked back tears.

Without the least bit of remorse on his face, the soldier moved onto the next vampire, who unfortunately was also a child. It wasn’t bad enough they were frying them in the daylight sun, they had to bash their heads in too.

“Get a fire going!” one of the knights from the other squads hollered out. “The bodies are piling up. Let’s burn these sonsabitches.”

The sickening sensation in my belly grew, almost to the point where I wanted to vomit. “Who are the monsters here? Them or us?”

The knights near me whipped their eyes in my direction. My question also garnered the attention of the commanding officer, Commander Cannon.

He wore a permanent scowl, one that tarnished his otherwise handsome features. His bright golden eyes narrowed. “Are you opposed to this mission, Officer Winsort?”

Clive Owens as Commander Cannon

Clive Owens as Commander Cannon

I didn’t answer. I just held his golden glare, doing my best not to let my razor tongue fly.

“Knights, your orders are clear,” he said in a demanding tone, directing his words to the whole squad. “There are hundreds of hostiles hiding out in those sewers. They have burrowed deep within. As you can see, the first squadrons called to the site are in the process of extracting the hostiles closer to the surface. Your job is to enter the underground maze, hunt them down and exterminate with extreme prejudice. Any target that makes it pass this squadron will meet the knights above and be taken care of. Those are your orders. They are to be carried out before nightfall.” With his directive lingering in the air, he pivoted on his heels in a robotic motion and marched over to where the other head officers convened.

I never liked that man. In his presence, I got the major hibbie jibbies. There’s something off about him, something not quite… human.

My fellow knights rushed off to fulfill their duty, but I couldn’t move. I was rooted to the patch of bloody dirt I stood on. Hunting vampires who attacked me was one thing, but going after them like this… women and children, people I know… “This isn’t right.”

At my side, Steve tugged on my hand. “Alex…?”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Alex, we have to follow orders.”

“This is a monstrous act, a massacre.” I snatched my hand away from him and shook my head. “I’m not doing this shit,” I voiced a little louder.

Sanjay was several feet from me, heading toward the sewers with the others, but when he heard me, he spun around. “What’d you say?” Before I knew it, he was in my face. “Tell me I did not just hear you refuse to carry out a direct order.”

“You heard right. I’m going back to the ship.” I turned to walk away.

Sanjay grabbed my arm in a biting grip. “Alexis…”

In a flash, I had my hand wrapped around my gat with the barrel pressed into his stomach.

A smirk curved his plush lips as his dark eyes glimmered in amusement. “You’re gonna shoot me, babe? Your superior officer?”

“If you don’t get your goddamn hand off of me, I just might.”

Seconds of fraught silence hovered between us before he said, “You know what? I don’t get you.”

“Really? What’s new?” I countered snidely.

“You kill vampires on a daily basis, skillfully, without batting an eyelash, but this is a problem for you.”

This is not what I signed on for. I’m not about to start slaughtering children.”

“They’re not children, Alexis. They’re demons.”

“You’re the demon!” I shot back on a hiss. “And if I cross this line with you, I’ll be a demon too.”

The smirk drifted from his lips and gave way to a teeth clenching frown. “If you back out on this, you’ll have to answer to the commanding officer, and I won’t be able to protect you.”

I jerked my arm from his clutches. “You and the commanding officer can kiss my ass. I refuse to let you strip me of my humanity.”

For the first time, Sanjay glared down at me with hate-driven anger in his eyes. I’d only seen him offer vampires that look. “Then that’s going to pose a big fucking problem for you.”

“Uhhhmmm, let’s take a deep breath, guys, and try a different approach.” Facing Sanjay, Steve sidled in between us to push us apart. “I have a solution for this problem that you may want to hear. We can run a perimeter sweep.”

Eyes still locked on mine, Sanjay muttered, “What?”

“Some of the vamps are liable to pass this point. Like earlier. With me and Alex running the perimeter we can make sure none of them flee into nearby town to infect more people.” Steve shot a glance over his shoulder at me. “Good idea? Right, Alex?”

I clucked my tongue, whirled on my heels and stalked away from them. “Whateva.”

Still clutching my pistol, I trekked deeper into the forest, away from the carnage and the light. There were shadows all around me, cast by the large trees and their branches. The haze from the dead vamps loomed in the area and thickened around my feet, yet I continued to move forward.

Steve lumbered behind me, quietly.

I appreciated his silence, but it didn’t help calm the rage boiling within me. “Children, Steve… Children! What the hell have we become?”

“I know. It’s fucked up,” Steve said, keeping his distance. “Try to cool off, ma. You can’t have another run in like that with your superior officer, even if he’s your boyfriend.”

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t clear my mind of the horrific actions I’d witnessed. I saw the mallet slamming down onto the child’s head over and over again, like a motion picture on playback. His eyes bulged, his blood and brain matter splattered over the ground, his skull crushed…

My eyes stung, my chest tightened. It was a devastating vision, one I wouldn’t soon forget.

I stopped and lifted my head. Suddenly, I had that feeling again—the feeling like I was being watched, and it wasn’t by Steve. I heard soft breathing close to me, like someone was standing right beside me, but no one was there, aside from the looming darkness. The presence…

“Lexi,” whispered a haunting voice from the shadows.

An icy chill darted down my spine.

“Lexi, please don’t be sad.”

Something brushed across my cheek. Leveling my gat, I swung around.

Caught in my gun’s path, Steve jumped back and threw his hands in the air. “Hey-hey now! Take your anger out on the vamps and your man, but not me.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Brow quirked, Steve reached over his shoulder and grabbed his sword’s hilt. “I don’t sense anything.”

If the bloodhound didn’t pick up on a threat in the area, then I had to be spazzing out over nothing. Right? If so, why couldn’t I shake this feeling?

“Why am I the only one feeling this and hearing voices?” I grumbled frustratingly.

“Sure it’s not in your head?”

I cut a glare at him.

He shrugged. “Just sayin’, nothing gets past my senses. Nothing.”

Whipping my sights from the left to right, I eyed the roaming patches of darkness that seemed to gradually close in around me. “I could’ve sworn I heard someone call out to me, and… and touch my face.” I took a shuffling step backwards. “Earlier, there was this presence—” The ground suddenly fell out from under my feet.

Steve lunged forward and caught my hand before the earth could swallow me whole.

“What the hell…?” I regained my footing as I stared down at the fog covered crater in the ground. “What is this?” It was hard to make out.

“Looks like a hole. A big one. Let’s see how deep it is.” Steve plucked a radar sphere from his holster.

The device leapt from his palm, fell the short distance then hovered over the indention. It sprouted blue laser-like beams, making it look like a miniature disco ball. Once the rays were done whipping about, it let out three beeps.

He read the results registering across the screen on the forearm of his armor. “This hole is almost eight feet long and four feet deep with claw marks etched in the dirt. Looks we found ourselves a fresh grave.”

So not all the vampires sought refuge in the underground sewers. Smart move. “Not a surprise. This is the perfect spot, a lot of shading, very little light. Wonder how many more we’ll find out here.” I couldn’t stop myself from peering around cautiously. I wanted to believe I’d been hearing things earlier, but I had a gut feeling I wasn’t.

“Good thing I suggested a sweep, ay.” Steve slid his fingers across the screen on his forearm. “I’m deploying a few droids to assist us. I think we should move this sweep further out…”

“Lexi…” The ghostly whispers echoed across my mind like a sweet caress, blotting out Steve’s voice. “Leeexi.”

I shook my head and pulled my mask off. The tainted air immediately assaulted me, making me want to gag.

“Alex, you hear me?” Steve asked.

“Yeah—yeah, you said something about deploying droids,” I muttered absentmindedly. With my thoughts drifting a million miles away, I headed for the ship.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my tranq rifle. Any kid vamps come across this area, I’m putting them to sleep and then turning them over to the CRF.” At least the Cross Research Facility wouldn’t kill them, but study them instead. Rather that, than getting baked in the sun and getting their heads bashed in.

“Ahh hell, Alex,” he groaned. “You shouldn’t have told me that. Now I’m an accomplice to your treasonous plan.”

The phantom voice… He called me Lexi. Why Lexi? There was only one man who addressed me by that nickname, and he disappeared well over ten years ago.

“Please don’t let it be him,” I whispered as I moved deeper into the shadows.

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What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

Korn ~ Falling Away From Me

CRIMSON DAYS, CH 2 #FREEREAD #ASMSG #Interracial #Paranormal #Romance #Vampire #Dystopia #FallOutBoy

Hello again!

As promised, I have another chapter of Crimson Days to share with you. As I stated in the last post, I’m writing this story as I post it, so it hasn’t been edited or doctored up. I haven’t even written a synopsis for this story. I’m literally giving it to you how it comes to me. 🙂

Comments are welcomed!

Enjoy!

If you haven’t read CRIMSON DAYS CHAPTER 1 yet, click this link: http://blog.yvonnenicolas.com/2014/10/01/crimson-days-ch-1/, so the story doesn’t lose you. 😀

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, graphic descriptions, urban dialect, blood-lusting hotties, kickass female warriors, sword-wielding bad asses, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 2

Miles from the mission site, the scent of festering flesh and boiling blood tainted the air. Locked in the confines of the aircraft, we hovered right below the clouds, and I could still smell the stench.

Suppressing the need to gag, I folded over and groaned.

“You’re looking a little green, babe,” Sanjay teased as he dangled my headgear in my face. “Need your helmet?”

I snatched it from him. “Asshole.”

Most knights didn’t bother to wear the breathing gear attached to our helmets. They were used to the demonic miasma the vampires leaked into the air. Not me though. Years ago, the scientists confirmed the vapors weren’t hazardous to our bodies in any way. Like horrible farts, the smell was putrid, but it wouldn’t kill you if you breathed it in. Didn’t matter to me what they proved; I still refused to suck that demon crap into my lungs.

I watched some of the other knights don their headgear. I clearly wasn’t the only one.

“Why are we going on a hunt this early in the day?” It was meant as an inner thought, but I heard myself say it aloud. “Most vamps don’t ease to the surface until twilight, and even then, they wait until darkness falls.”

I didn’t think Sanjay heard me over the hum of the ship’s engine, but he proved he did, when he answered, “I think the federation and the Vatican are tired of waiting for them to rise to go on the hunt. We gotta cut their numbers down, drastically, so it’s time to shake the tree. Every time someone goes missing we have to assume they’ve been turned. Have you seen the reports on how many people disappear every month? Entire families and shit…?” Settling back in the seat, he shrugged. “I don’t know all the deets. Don’t really care. I just follow orders.”

“Yes. Of course you do,” I huffed out on a sigh. “I don’t know why I would expect you to question the commander’s orders.”

Lips twisted in a smirk, he cut his eyes at me. “You know it turns me on when you get snarky.”

The aircraft shuddered as it lowered from the sky and landed on a clearing surrounded by a heavily wooded area, near the city’s sewer system.

As soon as the hatch opened, the shrieks and the sizzling sound of cooking flesh assaulted my ears. A familiar sickening feeling arose in my belly. I always got this sensation before going to battle. “Into the fray we go.”

I followed the squad through the copse of trees, watching our backs as I went. I always flanked the team. Never knew when the undead would creep up on you from the rear.

Sneaky bastards.

Sanjay usually flanked with me, but today he led the squad, next to our commanding officer, which made sense since he was the lieutenant in our division. Regardless of rank, it was better this way. I’m sure he took that spot to avoid hearing more of my complaints. To be honest, I was tired of hearing my gripes as well.

“Trouble in paradise?” Steve moved to my right side, flashing a mannish grin. Cornrows, patterned in a zigzag design, were neatly layered over his head.

I rolled my eyes and snorted. “Always. But if you ask Sanjay, he’ll say everything is honky dory.”

Steve chuckled. “That’s Sanjay for you. He’d rather pretend everything is all good than to admit he’s losing you.”

Frowning, I slowed my stride. “Wait, you know?”

He allowed the squad to trot ahead before turning to face me. “That you want out? Yeah, I know.”

Damn. And here I thought I was putting on a great façade. “Is it that obvious?”

Steve

STEVE

He smiled. “Lucky for you, our commanding officer isn’t as good as reading people as I am.” Offering me his hand, he nodded toward the team. “Come on, Alex. We’ll chat about this later.”

Behind him, the bushes rustled. A snarl sounded, a second before a black blur darted from the underbrush. It moved in on us with a sinuous motion.

Gripping Steve’s hand, I yanked him against me and raised my pistol. Instead of aiming at the fast moving entity, I anticipated where it would strike and fired.

The creature hit the ground, shrieking like a banshee.

The moment I laid eyes on its pain-stricken face, I wanted to cry. It was Emily, the young bookshop owner from uptown. I didn’t know her personally, but I knew who she was. It was enough to make my heart hurt.

The bullet that caught her in the heart released ultraviolet liquid into her body. A bright light illuminated beneath her breasts. Her chest cavity caved in and began to melt away. The sun cooked the rest of her, blistering her flesh, as she writhed about in agony. No matter how strong her healing abilities were, there was no coming back from this injury.

She will die, yet again.

Despite that, Steve shot her three more times, silencing her screams. “I hate to see them suffer, especially when it’s someone I know.” A wry smile tilted his lips. “You see why we need you on the force? She would’ve had me if it wasn’t for you.”

Had him? Yeah right. I almost laughed. He and I both knew he’d been aware of the threat behind him long before I caught a whiff of the vampire. No one snuck up on the Bloodhound. “The same reason I’m needed on the force is the main reason I wanna get the hell away from here,” I countered, holstering my pistol. “I’d rather be on a beach somewhere, taking in the afternoon sun. Like the Bahamas. There are no vampires in the Bahamas.”

“That we know of.” He chuckled. “Still, if that’s where you’re headed, take me with you.” Suddenly, his eyes narrowed. “Head’s up. Twelve o’clock.”

I looked up just in time to see at a large dark figure coming down on us. Its limbs were stretched out, its mouth open wide, baring its glistening fangs.

Firing upwards, Steve and I leaped back from one another.

The vampire landed between us with a thud. Pale muscles bulged everywhere. He was one of the biggest ones I’d seen yet. Even though he’d been drilled several times with lethal bullets, he still aggressed.

I backpedaled as he thundered forward, reaching for me. He was so determined to get to me, he forgot there was a knight behind him.

The sharp ching of Steve drawing his blade resonated through the area.

My palm found the grip of my dagger. Pulling the blade from its sheath, I ended my backward drift and sprung forward. I spun around the creature’s left side as Steve spun around his right side. The sound of our weapons slicing through dead flesh echoed around us.

The beefed up vampire stumbled to a stop, yet to realize he’d been bested. A crimson line appeared over his neck and another one opened across his torso. Steam rose from his searing flesh as the sun’s rays sought him out through the openings in the tree branches. Slowly, his body slumped to the ground in three bloody chunks.

“Damn, he was a big’un.” Steve flicked the blood from his sword.

I swiped away the gelled scarlet crap that had spattered over my mask. “I know right. His muscles had muscles.”

“We’re usually a little more synchronized than that. You were a step off.”

“Don’t start riding me about my technique, Steve,” I grumbled, stepping over the festering flesh pile.

“Hey, I have to since I’m the one who trained you. And for the record, your technique is not the problem. I’m worried about your declining health. The fact you’re missing meals is starting to show.”

I sighed. “Don’t, Steve. Just don’t… You can get on my case about that another day, but not today.”

“Are we clear here?” Sanjay asked, jogging toward us. “Oh shit, was that Jean?” He moved closer and stared down at the vampire’s dismembered, simmering head. “Hell yeah, that’s him. He was a personal trainer at the gym downtown. I couldn’t stand his ass. I wish I would’ve been here to see ya’ll send him back to hell.”

“Anywayz…” I brushed past Sanjay, anxious to catch up with the rest of the knights. A thought came to me, bringing me to a halt. I turned to face the guys. “Hey, did ya’ll notice they attacked us in broad daylight? Why would they take the chance of revealing themselves to the sun? Even bloodlust wouldn’t force them to do that.”

A sadistic smile shot across Sanjay’s face. “The first infantry revealed another massive resting place and forced them out from the darkness. They’ve been hiding in the sewers.” There was an eagerness in his voice that struck me the wrong way. “Come check it out.” Sanjay waved for us to follow as he jogged ahead.

“Well, that explains the shrieking,” Steve grumbled, pulling me along with him.

“And the stench,” I added.

An odd feeling came over me—the feeling of being watched. I eyed the faint patches of shadows drifting behind the trees as I kept in pace with Steve and Sanjay. I gripped my G-four gat. There was a presence within the shadows following us. Although I didn’t know how, I could feel it. But, the way the guys were moving forward, it seemed I was the only one aware of it.

Or maybe I’m imagining things.

We cleared the thicket and came upon another clearing.

I was forced to suppress a cry. “Oh my Lord…” Nothing could prepare me for the horrific scene laid out before me.

Copyright © 2014 by Yvonne Nicolas

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CRIMSON DAYS, CH 1 #FREEREAD #asmsg #EroticRomance #DarkFantasy #Vampire #Erotica #dystopia #NIN

Hello, fellow readers, bloggers and authors!

It’s that time of the year again!

Time to celebrate horror, twisted minds and candy consumption. *insert evil laughter here*

In addition to Halloween, this month is a reminder to all women and men that breast cancer exists and it is a serious disease. It’s important to take the steps to detect breast cancer in its early stages. Click on the Breast Cancer Awareness image on the right side panel of this page to get information on how to get check for the disease and also how to donate to the cause.

Now, let’s have story time, boys and girls!

Starting today, I’ll be posting a new story for FREE. 2 chapters will be posted each week of this month for your reading pleasure. I will also post the images that inspired me to create the characters in this story. This is not a tale that I had sitting on the back burner or anything. This story literally came to me on a whim, so I’m writing it as I post it. It’s a new genre for me, dystopian sci-fi romance with a touch of steampunk. I haven’t done this before, so I’m treating this as a writing challenge. Let me forewarn you, it’s not edited or doctored up. It’s just me writing what my muse whispers in my ear. I really hope you enjoy it.

As the story progresses, please don’t hesitate to give feedback. I love to hear from the readers.

On a side note… Most of you already know I have a pretty vivid imagination and my descriptions are very graphic. Seriously, my tales come with a warning for reason. I’m going to insert that warning now and then move onto the story.

Enjoy!

**WARNING: Not suitable for the faint of heart, prudes or those easily bothered by strong and vulgar language, urban dialect, demon and vampire seduction, kickass female characters, sword-wielding bad asses, super-hot shifters, dark smutty sex and extreme violence.**

CRIMSON DAYS

**dystopian sci-fi, paranormal, erotic and interracial romance**

Chapter 1

The persistent banging on the front door increased the rapid thump behind my eyes.

Palming my forehead, I winced. “Hold on, Sanjay!” I splashed my face with a couple handfuls of water and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “Wow. I’m not even a shadow of my old self,” I murmured pitifully. In short, I looked a hot damn mess.

There were dark shadows under my eyes, due to lack of sleep. My chestnut skin tone had lost its healthy glow. I’m sure my poor diet had something to do with that. On some days I ate a little something just to fuel up and then on other days I didn’t eat at all. When your job requires you to spend most of your time around the walking dead and rotting corpses, it made it hard to work up an appetite. The woes of being a Cross Knight…

“Alexis!” Sanjay shouted through the door. “C’mon girl, we’re late! The hovercraft is waiting for us.”

“Geez, this man…” I grumbled under my breath. “He’s such a damn irritation.” I tied my dreads back from my face, adjusted the snug armor over my breasts and headed downstairs. “Who are you with?” I called out.

“I’m with you,” came his sultry response.

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ALEXIS

When I got to the door, I glanced at the screen on the side wall to make sure he was alone. He had the aggravating habit of traveling with a military entourage when he came to my quarters. He knew I hated that crap. After I cursed him out about it the last time, he promised to never do it again. For once, he’d kept his word.

“Disengage security and open the door,” I ordered to my personal AI.

“Command confirmed,” the disembodied female voice replied as the seven locks on the door clicked simultaneously. “Door opening.” Most people preferred a physical android living with them, but not me. That shit was creepy. Their artificial human features made them even creepier. I preferred the security without a bot strolling freely around my quarters.

The door slid to the right and disappeared into the wall, revealing the man who once owned my heart.

“‘Sup, babe.” The brim of Sanjay’s hat sat low on his head, concealing his dark soulful eyes. “I feel like you’re avoiding me.”

“Because I am,” I retorted snidely as I shuffled aside to let him enter.

The stench of death lingered on him. Crimson spots marred his uniform and armor, which indicated he’d sliced up some vampires on the way over here. Typical.

His full lips twisted into a frown. “What’s been going on with you?”

Huffing out a sigh, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be an asshole. Look at me.”

“I’m looking. I see you, babe.”

“Do you? Do you really see me?”

He stepped over the threshold, and tried to pull me into his arms. “You look beautiful to me, as always.”

I pulled away and headed for my weapon cache, with Sanjay swift on my heels. “You’re only saying that because you want me to go out hunting with you. My health means nothing to you.” The moment I approached my storage room, the retina scanner emerged from the wall.

Sanjay and I stood still as the machine identified us.

Jon Kortajarena

SANJAY

“Yeah, of course I want you to go hunting with me. That doesn’t mean I’m lying about you being beautiful…” He flashed the smile that always made my heart flutter. Today it didn’t have the same effect. “And it doesn’t mean I’m not worried about your health.”

“Whateva.” I walked into room and started collecting my weapons.

I always carried three daggers, three G-four gats and a laser rifle. When I first joined the regiment, the weapons weighed nothing to me. Probably because I had a purpose, or at least I thought I did. Now, they felt heavy as hell.

I found myself returning one pistol to its holder. “I feel sick and it’s getting worse.”

“Well, if you were eating like you’re supposed to and taking your vitamin pack…” he murmured, rummaging through my ammo. “You wouldn’t have this problem.

Heat flared to my face as I cut a glare at him. What angered me the most is he knew my diet has fallen off, but he didn’t bother to say anything about it, or at least try to help me through it. That told me one thing. He truly didn’t give a damn. All he cared about was this fucking war.

“Nothing else matters to you when it comes to the cause.” Sarcasm dripped from each word. “If I dropped dead, would you even bother to come to my funeral, or would you go out hunting to kill as many vampires as you can in my honor?

He flashed a wicked grin. “Are you trying to pick a fight with me, Alexis?” He eased up behind me and slipped a hand over my crotch. “If that’s the case, we can squash the argument and cut to the makeup sex right now.”

Groaning, I shoved away from him. “I’m serious, Sanjay. We’ve been at this for what… a little over three years now? There has to be more to life than this. More to life than the war, blood and death.”

He quirked a brow. “What are you saying?”

“Gaaawd!” I threw my hands in the air. “I swear it’s like talking to a brick wall with you. I’m saying the same thing I said yesterday and the day before that, and the day before THAT! I’ve been saying this shit for a year now, Sanjay. I don’t wanna do this anymore! I wanna pack my bags and get as far away from this war zone as possible.”

“And go where?” he asked beneath a sigh.

Anywhere but here.”

“Look babe, I know it’s hard, but the force needs us. Mankind needs us. We’re knights—”

“No, you’re a knight! I’m a waitress! Remember?”

“Yet, you’re the best hunter on the squad.”

I laughed, but not so much in humor. “Just because I’m good at it doesn’t mean I want to keep doing it. I can’t take another year of this mess.” I shook my head. “I just can’t…”

“Come here, babe.” He pulled me into his embrace and cuddled me. “You’re just going through withdrawal, missing the life you used to have. We all go through it.” Rocking his hips, he pressed his bulged groin against me and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I got a little something to remedy that. Let’s bust a quickie before we show up for duty.”

“Ugh, you’re such a pig! And you smell like vampires. That’s not sexy.” I shoved him away, and reclaimed the G-four I had put back. “Let’s go and get this mission over with.”

No matter how many times I said it, or how many different ways I put it, he would never get it. The only way to get through to him was to walk away from him and away from this war he’d dragged me into, but I couldn’t find it in myself to do it. Maybe because deep inside, I didn’t want to let him down. But how long could I keep living for him before this war finally claimed my life?

Copyright © 2014 by Yvonne Nicolas

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What was I listening to while writing this chapter?

Nine Inch Nails ~ Everyday is Exactly the Same

Wicked #Fairytales: Crimson Memories by Yours Truly #Steampunk #InterracialRomance #asmsg

Happy Friday, fellow bloggers, authors and readers! I was so focused on introducing you to the authors who participated in the Fairytale Anthology that I forgot to introduce myself. LOL!

Here we go!

YvonneNicolas5Yvonne Nicolas  comes from a realm populated with fairies, unicorns and dragons.She has lived amongst the humans for over thirty years. And she now finds herself wondering, what the hell am I doing here?

*giggle* I know, I’m being silly. Cut me a break, okay, it’s Friday.

Most of you who follow my blog know who I am, the wacky chick from the south who takes nothing seriously, but if you don’t know me, allow me to introduce myself…

One thing I can tell you about me is that I LOVE TO WRITE! I love to bring the readers into my dark, twisted world, and convince them that it’s paradise. 😉

I was born in Orlando, Florida and I have been an avid reader since fourteen years old. As a kid, I would sneak into my mother’s room to read her secret stash of erotic novels, and I fell in love with the genre. Some years later, I got into paranormal romance and horror. I became a fan of Anne Rice, Zane, Hideyuki Kikuchi and the late, great L.A. Banks. Afterwards, I decided to try my hand at the craft. I was delightfully surprised that I was blessed with the gift of writing. I now reside in beautiful Atlanta, Georgia (still a southern gal ^_^) and I’m excited to share my gift with readers like myself.

Check out my offering to the Wicked Fairytales: the Curvy Collection—CRIMSON MEMORIES! This story straddles the line of Paranormal Romance and Steampunk, with a nice wet dose of erotica. 😉

Crimson Memories Blurb

Visiting his grandfather, a brave man who lost his leg to a demon wolf decades earlier, Argon Quinn has a deep and abiding hatred for supernatural creatures that has fueled his illustrious career as a warrior with the Dark Hunters Legion. While at home, Argon meets Petra, the woman of his dreams, but she is shrouded in secrets. He recognizes that she’s more than human, but what will he do when he realizes she’s the very thing he despises most? Wicked FairyTales

**A Wicked retelling of Red Riding Hood**

“Oh my gorgeous hunter, why do you tempt me with these forbidden desires?” ~ Petra

 Teasing Excerpt of Crimson Memories

Once she could no longer smell the scent of blood and mud on her skin, Petra stepped out of the tub and settled in next to him on the grassy pad. Raking her fingers through his hair, from root to tip, she listened to his soft, steady breathing. She studied the lines and masculine shape of his face. “You sweet human man…I adore you so.” For such a strong man, he had delicate features, which accommodated the beauty he displayed. She allowed her fingertips to glide over his neck, down the center of his muscled chest and taut abs, periodically fingering faint battle scars. She played along his waistline, then traveled beneath his trousers and traced the muscled V of his groin.

During her innocent exploration, his breath hitched. Next, his eyelids fluttered. Those shimmering green orbs stared upwards at the rocky ceiling, and then they slid in her direction. He slowly turned his head and rested his eyes on her.

Caught under his piercing gaze, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

“Petra?” He blinked a few times, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the neck.

Startled, she screamed and tried to lunge to her feet.

He dragged her down onto her backside and smashed her against the grassy bed, straddling her. In attempt to fight against his brute force, she snarled and shoved at his shoulders. Pressing his hard body into hers, he caught her wrists in one mighty grip and fisted her hair with his free hand.

Petra went still, refusing to struggle further. In this form, she was easily subdued. Not that she couldn’t fight like this, but she didn’t want to. She liked being trapped beneath him, bounded into submission.

Emerald eyes, glowing in furious passion and lust, bored into hers. Neither one of them spoke, or looked away. There were so many questions blazing from his gaze, so much hurt, so many emotions. His lips quivered, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn’t utter a word.

She tilted her head back, baring her throat.

His hard glare softened. Pinning her wrists above her head, he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Her heart rate quickened, her breathing escalated.

His lips were warm on her flesh. He opened his mouth, grazed her with his teeth then swept his tongue over her throat.

A whispery moan escaped her.

His mouth moved up from her neck, to her chin, and finally to her lips. Her heart swelled as tears wet her lashes. This kiss was sweet, and needed. Oh, thank you Mother of earth for bringing him back to me… Fairytale FB Banner6

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Snippet from Crimson Memories #ian1 #asmsg #shifters #steampunk #Interracial #Fairytale

This is a dream segment from my upcoming novel, Crimson Memories, due to release at the end of April.

The 2 main characters, Petra and Argon are seductively teasing each other through their dreams. Enjoy!

 

Panting helplessly, I reached out for her.

Petra skipped backwards and began to circle me, prancing on her toes. She moved so fluidly, I thought she would twirl into a ballet at any moment. “Are you hunting me, Argon?” Her voice was a breath of silk, brushing over me like a soothing wind.

“I am,” I admitted with no shame. “You captivate me.” Like her, I had changed. My timbre had deepened, my body had stretched. I was now a man, suffering the primal longing for this elusive woman before me. “Are you going to continue to make me chase you?”

“I think I will.” She ended her roundabout, tilted her head playfully and then darted behind another tree.

Husky laughter shook my chest as I went in pursuit. “Such a teasing temptress.” I rounded the evergreen, and she wasn’t there.

She appeared from behind the adjacent tree. “You like to be teased and I like it when you chase me. It makes me feel wanted.”

I dared a few steps forward. “And want you, I do. Would you like to know what I plan to do once I get my hands on you?”

The question sent a shudder down her form. Her lips parted, eyes widened.

Taking one lengthy step, I lunged toward her.

Determined to keep the space between us, she leapt backwards. “Save it.” Leaving her girlish laughter echoing across the forest, she vanished behind another tree, only to reappear behind me. “You can surprise me…” Her breathy whisper feathered the shell of my ear. “…if you have the will to catch me.”

I spun around with my hand out for the grab, but my fingers grazed through air. “I see it amuses you to poke the bear. Go ahead. Run and hide, my pretty little lass. You must know hide and seek is my favorite game.”

“Of course it is. You are, after all, a hunter.” Twirling from around a tree, she brushed my cheek with the back of hand. “Didn’t anyone tell you that chasing a fantasy will only drive you to insanity?”

“Too late for that, sweetheart. I’m already there…” I lurched forward and caught her by the arm before she could turn and flee. I snatched her into an unyielding embrace and squeezed her against my hardened body. “…for you drove me to insanity the moment you let me put my lips on you.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2014

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I’ve Been Seduced by #Dracula and I Loved It. #NBCDracula #Vampires

Dracula3Friday night was the premiere of the highly anticipated NBC thriller, Dracula, and I was tuned in, with many other vampire lovers. I must say I was not disappointed.

**WARNING: This post contains spoilers.**

The show opened up with the vampire hunter Van Helsing resurrecting our beloved Dracula from the dead. His reason for bringing the dark prince back to the realm of the living was simple. Balance. There’s a dark order of puppet masters running things in London—the Order of the Dragon—and the only one who can stop them is Dracula, aka Alexander Grayson.

Dracula also has his own agenda. Revenge. But he’s thrown off course when he meets Madam Mina Murray, a woman who happens to be the splitting image of his late wife. His wife was murdered by the Order of the Dragon, hence his need to bleed them all dry.

Right after his blood-consuming resurrection, we were gifted with smoldering body shots of the insanely gorgeous, Jonathan Rhys Meyers. This man oozes sex appeal. Many of us were reminded why we tuned in, and why we watch the seasons of Tudors over and over again. Plainly put, JRM is freaking hot! He brings a dynamic sexuality to the character, one that’s difficult to ignore.

The direction of the story was a little choppy and slow at points, but Mr. Meyers makes it easy to overlook those things. His eyes, the way he gazes, the way he speaks, his body language… Even the way he crossed his legs is sexy. He draws you into the moment, making you wish you were there with him. He is a master of seduction.

I like the fact the writers didn’t shy away from the old vampire myths. Because of that, it gives the show a classic flair. Also, I like that Dracula is not invincible. Aside from the natural vampire weaknesses—like sunlight, garlic, crosses, etc—he can be hurt, both mentally and physically.

If you watched the show, hopefully you noticed the steampunk elements within the storyline. That was a brilliant touch. It gives the show a bit of an edge over the other time period shows.

Now, I’m dying to get to the sexy scenes, and I know you’re dying to hear about them.

When he approached Mina after she walked out of class, I was holding my breath. He eased up on her so smooth-like with that I want to eat you look in his eyes and she didn’t even know he was there! Even when he circled her, like a lion stalking his prey, she only felt a whisper of his presence.

That was epic smoothness!

I don’t think anyone else could’ve pulled that scene off like JRM. He nailed it!

Oh, and the oblivious women who gave him the flirty smile afterwards. She had no idea how worked up he was, or that he was the prince of darkness. Nevertheless, she was the meal to calm the beast, and from the looks of things, she loved it.DraculaVictoria

Next, the opera scene… DAYUM. We all know that scene was definitely too hot for TV. When he put his hand up her gown, I knew we were in for a treat. She moaned and I moaned. Seriously, it was a special moment.  JRM seduced me through the television as he stroked Madam Victoria to a panting orgasm, as I’m sure he did many women across the US. *grin*

I’m still shuddering from that scene.

Given the reputation of the writers who spun the show Tudors, and Jonathan’s special talents, we’re going to get more of that too hot for TV action. I can hardly wait.

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