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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Angels Don't Ride the Subway -Snippet Sunday

I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s Snippet Sunday. I'm working on my Sons of Herne novella series (see synopsis below the snippet).
Last week, Jorandil, god of Beltane, called forth the fire of Beltane in preparation of the sabbat. Let's skip ahead a ways and meet Cadence, a college student who has just rushed onto the subway not long after a late-night encounter with an angel who rocked her world--and then vanished.

Cadence shoved back the hood of her jacket and pulled the textbook from her threadbare backpack, reviewing the last chapter and her notes before her final. Rain water dripped from her bangs onto the page of the text, and she blotted at it with a frown.
“Organic chemistry gave me that exact same expression,” a male voice said, “not to mention nightmares about all the biological hazards in our environment.”

She glanced up and caught a damp sheen of long, pale hair, and she snapped her head up for a double take at the stranger seated across from her. Her heart gave a skip until she saw that it wasn’t Jorandil’s silvery locks nor his piercing gray eyes. Why would she expect otherwise? Angels didn’t ride the subway. And the lilting, old world way he spoke had made it clear he wasn’t from anywhere near the deteriorating cement jungle she called home. For now, at least, until she could get her degree, spread wings of her own, and fly off to wherever she wanted.

What do you think?

About The Sons of Herne:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

It is the year of The Thousand Seasons, and the Fates have secretly conspired to mark the end of an era by granting the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the passion of a sabbat joining.
Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

Book 1 of the series, Season of Light, is now available on Amazon!

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I'm J. Rose Allister, wife, working mom, and the author of over twenty-five books. Somewhere in between one and the next, I love hanging out here on my blog and over on Twitter. Give me a comment or follow-I love chatting with people!

Sunday, November 15, 2015

NaNo 2015: Snippet Sunday Edition #2

J 12:00 AM 20 Comments

~~Today's snippet contains adult themes~~

I'm taking part in Weekend Writing Warrior’s Snippet Sunday. Throughout November I'll be showcasing my NaNo project, the Sons of Herne novella series.
At the moment, I'm working on Book 3, Spirit of Spring.

Last time, Harper discovered she wasn't alone on her solo camping trip when she heard a man's voice outside her tent--most likely the man responsible for stealing her clothes when she'd been bathing in the lake. The scene ends there with a POV switch to Tallisun, god of Ostara, who is standing just outside after she warned that she was armed.

Tallisun waited, wondering what manner of weapon she had trained on him and whether she might unleash it before even setting foot out of the tent. He set her garments down on a canvas folding stool, chiding himself for his foolhardy whim.

He had been possessed by a touch of his mother’s spirit, no doubt, when the trickster in him had decided to grab the woman’s clothing and duck into the woods with it to watch her reaction. Why had he done it?
He’d merely been curious when he had first followed her back to her camp, where he'd watched in surprise while delicate, yet skillful hands made quick work of skinning a pair of conies. What had truly thrown him was when he’d trailed her back to the lake, where she’d pulled off her garments before he could blink.
Spying on bathing women wasn’t his style, but how could a man, even an immortal god, resist such perfection? Still, she had distracted him from a hunt and cost him his kill, so once he had shaken himself free from the intoxicating sight of her, he’d had a sudden and irresistible urge to exact a bit of payback for her unwitting intrusion.

What do you think?

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Ritual Restraints -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 14 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content in synopsis~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

This will be the last snippet from Bound to Her Master for a while...NaNoWriMo kicked off today, so for the rest of November I'll be posting work from my NaNo project.

Last time, Ti-Hana was shocked to discover that she and her Master, Lord Stepanyan, were about to be the center ring attraction in the arena of the annual slave games. Now, she is securing herself in irons for the ritual of Domination.

No one else aside from Master and slave was permitted to enter the sacred circle, so Ti-Hana slipped the cuffs around her own ankles—with no small difficulty in trying to maneuver around her belly. Next came her wrists, and as she cuffed one into a restraint suspended over her head, she saw a large glimmer in the air above her. With a start, she realized the giant arena view screen was projecting an image to the crowd. Her session would be showcased larger than life.

A bead of perspiration ran down her neck while she completed clicking the wrist cuff shut. With one arm already ironed, she had no way of restraining the other by herself, so she waited.

Lord Stepanyan came forward, the heat of his body palpable, and slid her free wrist into the final shackle. He had fallen silent, and while not a sound passed between them, she felt his intention, his dedication to the task, every movement filled with purpose and a spiritual reverence she hoped she mirrored to his satisfaction.

He tugged on the irons one by one, testing their security, and each pull heightened her sensitivity, a Pavlovian connection between the process of ironing and the pleasure that would follow. There would be pain, yes, and risk involved in this ritual, but she had placed full and uncompromising trust in her Master.

What do you think? And may I say best of luck to everyone who is participating in NaNoWriMo!

About Bound to Her Master:

Single and pregnant, Maddie stumbles through a portal to a strange, exotic world ruled by gods who practice ancient traditions of sexual slavery, bondage and Domination. And in this land where pregnant females represent the ideal of erotic beauty, Maddie has just become a prize catch.

The last thing Stepanyan wants is a sex slave. The heir to the high seat has bigger problems, such as passing the trials of ascension and keeping his rival, Vo'Dan, from stealing his right to rule. But when they both encounter a lost human in the desert, Stepanyan jumps to claim the beauty before his nemesis can have the satisfaction. Although he has no intention of keeping her other than to rob Vo'Dan of a victory, Stepanyan must first become her Master, and she his bondage slave, in a convincing show of Dominance to avoid allegations of a wrongful claim.

Maddie knows nothing of the ancient ways, but she must learn in order to stay safe and hide Stepanyan's true motives. In return, he will offer her far more concessions than other Masters, especially the cruel and sadistic Vo'Dan.
But as Stepanyan and his female--now known as Ti-Hana--act out their roles as Master and slave, there will be unexpected consequences to their intimacy. A growing attachment to her sexy Master takes Ti-Hana for a hard ride she fears she won't recover from, and Stepanyan will undergo a change that will not only threaten his right to rule, but could forever alter a religious practice that has endured for thousands of years.

And when Vo'Dan discovers the pair has broken the laws of slavery to pursue their passion, he will win the right to claim the female Stepanyan never wanted, but can no longer live without.

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Sunday, October 25, 2015

Raising the Stakes -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 18 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

I'm still working on my fantasy, Bound to Her Master. Last time, Lord Stepanyan busied himself assessing the body paint on his slave, Ti-Hana, rather than tell her she's entitled to sleep with another man of her choosing as part of the double moon celebration.
I'm skipping ahead a few paragraphs. It is time for their "audiencing", a public display of Stepanyan's Mastery. Ti-Hana is blindfolded and being led by guards to what she'd assumed would be her Master's private box seats, but it's soon apparent the entourage is headed someplace else.

At the rate they were descending, they would hit the arena floor itself before long. That thought struck her, and she sucked in a shallow breath.

They stopped again with her still standing on stairs.

“Presenting his arising lordship,” came a deep, reverberating boom over the loudspeaker. “Stepanyan of the house of Oshar, Lord of the Shogran, Destroyer of the fire beast, and Cerunnon Master, honoring the ancient tradition with a demonstration in the main arena.”

Ti-Hana's heart sped. Her Master might have mentioned their session wasn’t to be a small audiencing, but a center ring attraction where every eye in the stadium would scrutinize their every move.

There were no cheers, only silence, while she sensed Lord Stepanyan being taken into the arena first.

“Be mindful of the sounds you make from here on,” a maidservant whispered, slipping something around Ti-Hana’s neck. “Every noise will be amplified for the audience, from your words right down to a sigh.”

Surprise, Ti-Hana! Lord Stepanyan has just raised the stakes on her submissive training--and he isn't done yet.
What do you think?

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And when Vo'Dan discovers the pair has broken the laws of slavery to pursue their passion, he will win the right to claim the female Stepanyan never wanted, but can no longer live without.

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Most Excellent Work -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 16 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

I'm still working on Bound to Her Master. When last we left off, Lord Stepanyan had silenced the crowd that was calling out for his slave, Ti-Hana, and was contemplating whether to tell her she was entitled to sleep with any other man of her choosing during that evening's double moon celebration.
Now, Stepanyan returns to the dressing area after dealing with the crowd.

Ti-Hana rose to face him with her head bowed, but even in that posture of respect he could see the confusion, the question there. She had no idea why slaves were chanting for her or why her Master had returned from silencing them with a sullen expression. And why should he allow the double moon celebration to color this moment, when they were about to fulfill months of careful training?

Stepanyan let his eyes roam her body, deliberately blocking out thoughts of her supple limbs wrapped around another man. Circling her, he assessed the artistry displayed where her costume had been painted on—literally. By necessity, no fabric would be worn for the ritual. Burnished bronze and gold patterns formed intricate swirls and galaxies of dots up her arms and across the hollows beneath her collarbones, down the sides of her rib cage to curve around her underbelly, and spiraling down her thighs. Her hair had been styled in stunning, luxurious waves that tumbled down her back, and a pleasant flush of pride rose in his chest while he reached out to let a curl wind itself around his finger.

“Most excellent work,” he said to the two servants who stood nearby, awaiting his approval. “Bring forth the robes.”

Hm, so he's managed to avoid the issue--for now. Should he stay off the hook?

About Bound to Her Master:

Single and pregnant, Maddie stumbles through a portal to a strange, exotic world ruled by gods who practice ancient traditions of sexual slavery, bondage and Domination. In this land where ripe, pregnant females represent the ultimate ideal of erotic beauty, Maddie has just become a prize catch.

Maddie knows nothing of the ancient ways, but she must learn in order to stay safe and hide Stepanyan's true motives. In return, he will offer her far more concessions than other Masters, especially the cruel and sadistic Vo'Dan. As Stepanyan and his female--now known as Ti-Hana--act out their pretend roles as Master and slave, there will be unexpected consequences to their intimacy. A growing attachment to her incredibly sexy Master takes Ti-Hana for a hard ride she fears she won't recover from, and Stepanyan will undergo a change that will not only threaten his right to rule, but could forever alter a religious practice that has endured for thousands of years.

And when Vo'Dan discovers the pair has broken the laws of slavery to pursue their passion, he will win the right to claim the female Stepanyan never wanted, but can no longer live without.

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Sunday, October 4, 2015

A Question of Choice -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 18 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

I'd been posting snippets from my Yule story the past couple of weeks, but I finished it. Now we're back to my bondage fantasy, Bound to Her Master.

When last we left off, Lord Stepanyan was facing some nerves about the performance he and his slave, Ti-Hana, were about to give at the slave games. A chant from the crowd distracts him, and he goes outside to investigate.

Choose me, Ti-Hana.

The chanting was loud and insistent when Stepanyan stepped outside, and many signs were held aloft with the same message—all being wielded by slaves. His joo-hai’na had been of high interest among the nobles, but he hadn’t considered the fascination she might hold for other sex slaves—especially males. And with tonight being the celebration of the double full moons, the implication of that caused his lip to press together in a tight line.

Tonight, slaves would be encouraged to mingle with one another, not just as a social nicety, but for the purpose of sexual recreation. Choosing their partners and indulging whims without being in irons, without any of the constraints or restrictions imposed by their Masters, was an important occasion that helped keep slaves content in their service the rest of the year.

In all his preparation for the slave games, Stepanyan hadn’t given a single thought to that tradition. He and Ti-Hana did not have a typical Master-slave arrangement, after all. There was no reason to give her leave to frolic with strange men under the double full moons, but by law, he could not prevent it.

Then again, he was not required to press her into a celebration she had no knowledge of, either.

Hmm, what will Stepanyan decide to do about this tradition...tell her, or not?

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Sunday, September 27, 2015

Gods Still at Work -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 16 Comments

~~Warning: Mature themes~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

Still no title for my Yule story, the first in a series of short stories based around eight sons of Herne, pagan gods appointed to oversee the sabbats. Last week, Dominus was thinking of the seductive earth female he had prepared to become the sun bearer in his Yule ritual. We move straight on from the end of last week's snippet, which finished with a single word: Lorayna.

Dominus heard her name dance through his thoughts, and try though he might, he could not wave it away. He typically preferred not to know the names of the women whose light he released. There was little point in it, for he would not see nor know anything of the females once his mission was complete. For their part, the women would know nothing of him, either. The majority of human consciousness was blissfully unaware that their world sat tightly against a realm of immortals and magic, nor did they care to know just how much their gods were still at work to this day, walking the woods, tending to fields and lusty lasses, and generally keeping their worlds in balance.

Laughter rose to his ears, and he drew back instinctively behind the cover of trees. Humans would not see him while he wore the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but he felt it best not to chance it. The door to the cottage opened and several people spilled out, happy and carefree and followed by a waft of alcohol that was apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then came the presence he sought--Lorayna, standing in the doorway with a wide smile that tightened Dominus’s chest.

So, what do you think?

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

A Season of Light -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 20 Comments

~~Warning: Mature themes~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

This week, I'm still working on my Sons of Herne series, which will be a set of short fantasy tales focused around the eight pagan sabbats and the seductive gods appointed to oversee them. I still haven't decided on a title for the Yule story I'm writing first. Last week, I shared the opening snippet, where Dominus was on a walk through the winter woods. Today we'll move forward just a few sentences to discover what he's up to.

Dominus raised his forearm near his face, leaning it against the nearest pine tree while he observed the cottage for signs of activity. The hour grew late on the eve of Yule, but many humans celebrated their seasonal festivities long into December nights. Some, including those who kept the old ways, marked the rebirth of the sun by staying awake all through the longest night of the year, the Winter Solstice, keeping vigil until the break of dawn proclaimed in the physical world what Dominus would achieve in the metaphysical.

Another season of light would be brought forth by a meshing of souls—one from each realm—but Dominus could not simply choose any female he wished from the earth realm. She must be one impregnated with the light of a Beltane fire.

Dominus thought of his last visit to her, how he had stood at her bedside, whispering ancient secrets while her hair spilled across her pillow and her round curves beckoned. His male need flared into a sharp ache at her beauty, urging him to plunge his fingers through that silken hair and run his tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her body. He never touched her—he could not.

A figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn halfway across the front window, and his pulse quickened.

Lorayna.

So, what do you think?

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Sunday, September 13, 2015

Call of Winter's Duty -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 16 Comments

~~Warning: Mature themes~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday.

I know I left some readers (and myself) wondering last week how the hero of Bound to Her Master would perform during the slave games. However, I've had to put that book aside temporarily to focus on a new story, as it is part of a series slated to launch at the end of November. (Can you believe it's just around the corner?)

The Sons of Herne will be a series of short fantasy tales focused around the eight pagan sabbats and the seductive gods appointed to oversee them. This week's snippet is the opener for my as-yet-untitled Yule story.

The crisp bite of frost in the air was sharp enough to sting even the nostrils of an immortal, but it was the scent of anticipation that Dominus inhaled most as he strode through the woods. He needn’t have bothered approaching this way, on foot through the wild forest. He could simply appear inside her cottage, where it was no doubt warm and welcoming. Still, he preferred to walk the wintry landscape at this time of year, when the crunch of snow beneath his boots and the heady scent of pine sparked a most pleasant ache between his legs. The crackle of ice breaking off a nearby branch was a call to duty, the brush of chilled wind a push toward his destiny. The nipples on his bare chest hardened, but not solely from the cold breeze across his skin. Most humans marked the change in their annual calendars on a different day, but Dominus was well aware that this night, the night of the Winter Solstice, would be when he brought forth a new year. He and the woman he had been carefully preparing for this moment.

So, what do you think?

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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Test of a Dominant -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 20 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday. This week, I continue with my latest project, a bondage fantasy titled Bound to Her Master.

Last week, Ti-Hana, sex slave to the arising lordship himself, had her big moment being revealed to the crowd--although her attention was more focused on her Master. This week, we've moved a little ways forward, into Lord Stepanyan's viewpoint as he contemplates the even bigger moment that lies just ahead.

Every nerve in Stepanyan’s body twinged with a tight alertness, as though he were preparing for battle with a Lyrian fire beast rather than simply audiencing his Mastery of a female. He had done so many times in the pleasure house, even once or twice at the open-air temple, and this occasion should be no different. Yet it was.

This was not only a test of a god’s skill in the Cerunnon ways, but a test of a ruler preparing to take his place on the high seat. A test of a Dominant who had tamed a ti hana—a truly "wild human"—in just a couple of months. A female with no prior knowledge that his realm even existed, let alone how their bondage traditions worked, would be put through her paces to show how well his time in the pleasure chamber with her had been spent. The many eyes who would behold this session would not only be judging his technique and control, but also his leadership. What if she failed him?

What if he failed her?

So, what do you think?

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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Her Master's Eyes -Snippet Sunday

J 12:00 AM 14 Comments

~~Warning: Adult content~~

On Sundays, I share tidbits of my works in progress as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday. This week, I continue with my latest project, a bondage fantasy titled Bound to Her Master.

Last week, Ti-Hana was finally revealed to eager crowds during intermission at the slave games. We move right along with that scene, where she is just beginning to understand how sought after she truly is.

She heard the appreciative groans and leers in response to her seductively stroking her abdomen, but her attention sharpened to the god seated behind her. She was aware of Lord Stepanyan’s presence, mindful that his eyes were on her, watching every move, judging every expression. Was her Master pleased with her self-assessment? Or did he think her too proud, too vain while in the spotlight?

Her gaze flicked to one side of her view screen doppelganger, and she saw his image there. Her eyes found his by accident, and while it was only a projected image of those eyes, she averted hers right away. Too late, however, to prevent the spike in her pulse and the stab of not-unpleasant shock through her middle.

Her big moment slid away when the Jumbotron cut to a still image of slaves competing in the arena. So, she’d done it--she'd stood before the masses and managed not to faint. All that remained was to hope her Master deemed the performance worthy of the careful anticipation he had carefully constructed.

So, what do you think?

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# #8 Sunday # Post

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Angels Don't Ride the Subway -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, November 15, 2015

NaNo 2015: Snippet Sunday Edition #2

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Ritual Restraints -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Raising the Stakes -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Most Excellent Work -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, October 4, 2015

A Question of Choice -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Gods Still at Work -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, September 20, 2015

A Season of Light -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Call of Winter's Duty -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Test of a Dominant -Snippet Sunday

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Her Master's Eyes -Snippet Sunday

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