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Short Story Halloween Book Blog Hop!

I am joining in with his great Blog hop for Halloween. Each participant posts a short story for Halloween so please click the picture above which will link you back to the list of everyone taking part, and check out what everyone else has done!

Keep reading for the chance to win a giveaway from me!

Here's my story, which I wrote a while ago as part of Thurs Threads. It was in 2 parts, but I've mashed them together as they were part of the same storyline.

1960 – London

Katherine had been feeling so different lately, tired and heavy. She was sure she knew why. She didn't need a doctor to confirm it, she knew she was with child. Marcus would be thrilled. He'd always wanted lots of children, and now their dream was beginning.

Marcus was working on his car. Something made him top and look up. He couldn't see anyone, but he could sense them near, and the smell was unmistakable... another shifter was close by. He put down his tools, and crept around the garage. They had to be near, the smell was so strong. He turned the corner and felt a blow against the back of his head. He fell to the ground.

'Marcus, it's been so long. Where is my wife?' the man grinned.

'Greol you piece of shit, she's my wife now, not yours'.

Another blow rained down, this time knocking him unconscious. When he woke up he was chained to a wall, spread eagled so he couldn't move.

'Ah you're awake my friend' came Greol's voice. 'See the little gift I have brought you?'

Marcus looked up, and saw his wife, hanging from the opposite wall. She was covered in bruises, and there was huge pool of blood beneath her. Greol took his knife and cut a big incision into Katherine's stomach.

'What have you done?!', Marcus screamed. 'Leave her alone you deranged psychopath!'

'Hush now friend' came Greols reply. 'That wasn't really the worst of it'.

******

2010 - London

It had been over 50 years since that fateful day, but Marcus hadn't forgotten, and to him it still seemed like only days ago.

He sat in the shadows, his pocket knife carving a piece of wood, chipping away at it just to pass the time. When would he be here? Three hours had passed and nothing. Nothing? It was too quiet around here, something was definitely going on. Marcus quietly tiptoed backwards, and crouched. He felt himself changing into his other self, other being. It didn't hurt, but to someone watching, it would look like it did. His back arched, his nails grew, his fangs appeared, hair sprouted everywhere. He ripped through the clothes he had on, leaving them in shreds.

There was a noise to the left of him, the sound of a struggle, then something was thrown from the bushes and landed in a heap infront of him. 'Greol', Marcus whispered, when he realised the man he had been waiting for was here. 'It's been 50 years too long'. Another wolf jumped out from the bushes and stood over Greol's limp body, ready to attack.

'Leave it alone', Marcus grinned. 'This ones mine'.

 If you like scary stories, there are some amazing horror writers out there, and one of my favourites is Stephen King. So I am giving away my unread paperback copy of Misery to one lucky commenter (sorry, but it is UK only). Just follow the instructions in the Rafflecopter below!

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Writing Erotic Romance.... Do you tell people what you do?

So as the title says, if you write erotic romance, do you tell people what you do?

I've been thinking about this question lately. I think it was last weekend, my dad and sister were here and we were talking about one of my fabulous author pals, and my Dad said 'Dee, you should definitely write a book'. My sister popped up and answered for me with 'she is, but they're rude books', and giggled. I actually looked away from my Dad! I mean, come on, does he want to know that I'm dabbling with writing erotica? Which made me think, why not? Would he not be proud of me? Of course he would, I know he would. But I know some others have not been in that situation. I asked the following question to a few author friends of mine, and this is what they said:

You write Erotic Romance Novels. Do your Parents/Family/Friends know what you do? How do they feel about it?

Well Parents are no longer with us, but they'd  be pleased I'd followed my dream. Probably not read it though. Family and friends around? Mixed. Some love it, some don't care one way or the other, some ( so called friends) mutter disgusting. Some are proud I write, but don't like what. ( erotic? Argh lol) Some are very supportive. So the answer there is mixed!
Raven McAllan

The people close to me know. The ones that matter to me don't care what I write. If anyone minds they haven't told me.
Kiru Taye

My mother keeps asking me when I'm going to write something SHE can read. Otherwise, she doesn't really care. Some of my SO's family were derisive, but I don't think its any of their business. Most of them are noncommittal- or at least, they don't say anything to my face.  LOL
Lee Brazil

I write under my own name so, yes, everyone does know what I write. I've long ago decided, I am me, and if you don't like it, that's just too bad. After all I don't force anyone to read my books.

Having said that, on the whole, friends and family have been mostly supportive. Some I've never had that conversation with. Others openly read my books and that's lovely.

I had a hysterical conversation with a friend over the summer. She said, "No offence but I shall never read one of your books, because I could not look you in the eye afterwards."

We had a good giggle and that was that. 

That is not to say, I've not had my fair share of disapproving comments, because I've had them, but I've got a pretty thick skin, and let them roll off me. I'm proud of what I write, and I have my husband's full support, which is all that matters.

Doris O'Connor

This is a complicated question for me.

My dh is aware that I write erotic romance. Up until recently, he was not happy that I enjoyed writing Paranormal erotic romance. It did not sit well with him. So I continued but did not make it obvious. This meant I did not tell other members of the family and only a few VERY close friend were told.

Recently, my dh and I had another chat and were cleared up some of his concerns. We are now in a place where he knows I write, he does not wish to know the details and I keep it away from the real me - I use a pen name. This suits me as I need to be careful because of the job I do (Yes I am a super spy!)

Once my children are older, then I will be more open with wider family and friends.

Until then, this is a compromise and it works at the moment 

Michaela Rhua 

I've written one erotic romance. I thought maybe I could, decided I would, and I did. It took a year from meeting someone who gave me the inspiration to it being published. I got caught up in the excitement, the camaraderie and the author bonding. I loved the editing and being involved in the cover art. I liked the challenge of turning things around in tight timescales while having a proper day job. I felt involved, included and supported. 

But all the time I was wondering who I could tell, who I should tell, who I shouldn't ever tell.

I thought I had that sorted but I was wrong. I told too many people.

Only my very immediate family know I've written my book and I thought I'd picked the close friends I could share it with too.

Turns out that some "friends" have strict boundaries and as a straight male writing "gay porn" I'd smashed straight through those boundaries.

I was almost giggly with excitement when I appeared on Amazon, when I had an ISBN, when people could actually buy my book.

My book.

For sale.

For real.

And within days that excitement was trampled underfoot.

Why would anyone even want to write that sort of thing? What kind of pervert buys it? Are my children safe to be left alone with him?

For a long time I wished I'd never written it. I deleted all my blog posts and set about removing any trace of anything that could lead from my author self to my married, male, straight self. I deleted my author Facebook page, my Pinterest and Twitter accounts, my Authorgraph account. 

But now it's some months later and there are real friends who know and find it amusing, who are proud of me and what I've done. The close knit author groups on Facebook are still there for me as they were before and during it.

And I might, just might, write another one.

But this time I'm only telling you - because you get it.

Faberge Nostromo

 

My family knows that I write dirty things, but they choose not to comment on it. They are proud of me and what I have done with my writing, but I believe they are in denial about how hot things get, lol. My friends chalk it up to me and my dirty mind! :-)

Megan D Martin

 

 My OH knows what I do, and he is fine with it, he is happy with what I do and encourages me. My sister knows and is good with it too. And thanks to said sister, my Dad obviously knows lol, and he didn't say anything except 'hey you could end up like that Fifty Shades of Grey lady, selling millions of her book!' So I assume he'd be good with it too!

Do you have an answer to share to my question above? Let me know in the comments :D

Wednesdays Words - Finding time to read and write

Wednesdays words is back people! Today is finding time to read and write.

A lot of people have asked me where I find time to read and write, especially having 2 children under the age of 5, both of whom have autism. The answere is simple really, whenever I have a spare 5 minutes!

In the afternoons, my children get to sit with their tablets, and play some lovely little kids games on them. This gives me a little whille to sit down witha  good book, a sexy short, or write a few more words ot one of my ever going stories.

But, I have a vice. Yes me, I have a vice. I am a smoker :O So whenevr I nip out for 5 minutes to have a sneaky cigarette, my kindle app on my phone is so handy, adn I can get a good few pages done then too.

But lately, my little boy has been waking up at stupid O'Clock in the morning. So at 6.30 when I hear him chattering away to himself in his room, I lie in bed with the kindle app opnen again, and get 10/15 mintues of reading doen then too.

Night time is a time for me and the other half to sit down and watch some tv, in much needed quiteness!!

So thats when and how I get time to read or write. When do you read or write?

Dee xx