#FridayFantasy: Author @HunterSJones101 Shares #SeptemberEnds #erotic #romance #poetry

#FridayFantasy: Author @HunterSJones101 Shares #SeptemberEnds #erotic #romance #poetry

Available!! ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) by Elle J Rossi

ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) the latest from Elle J Rossi is available on Amazon. Grab a copy now! Look at this gorgeous cover. 

Let's take a peek at the Alabaster Nights excerpt:

He’s been following me for two nights now, hiding in the shadows, trailing me as I prowl the streets armed with more blades than a sous chef. Sage was right about one thing. Her brother is of the determined sort. What she didn’t mention is that he’s more than a little odd. He stares at me like he’s trying to steal my soul. Perhaps he simply worries for Sage and wants to know if her new partner is who she says she is. Instinct tells me it’s more than that.

I’m pretty sure he thinks I can’t see him. I’m guessing no one has ever told him that it’s kinda hard to hide when you’re six-plus feet of solid sexy vampire. Said vampire has chosen me as his object of fixation and I’d like to know why. What I do is dangerous, and I can’t afford the distraction. When I think of Keller, the word stable never enters my mind. It’s not easy keeping one eye on my crazy stalker and the other on the rest of Nashville.

Slowing, I take in my surroundings and ignore the cold air as it creeps down my spine. Each breath is a series of smoke signals, rolling toward the dark sky and evaporating into the night. I’ve never been a fan of winter and we’re having a particularly cold one this year. I’ll admit that the decorated trees and wreaths do add a bit of heart-warming ambience to the chilly season.  Not enough to heat my toes, though. As soon as the sun starts shining, I’m heading straight to my apartment to sleep under the hot spray of water in my crappy-ass shower. The sun and I are about to become really good friends. Daylight seems to be my only escape from Mr. Crazy Vampire Dude.

In front of me is the rough section of town, the part of the city slathered in poverty and despair. While crime is rampant there, it’s of the human variety and not my specialty. I’m leaving that particular neck of the woods to the cops tonight. To my right are a handful of bars and restaurants, closed up tight until business hours roll back around and humans roll out of bed. Printer’s Alley is on my left and currently solely occupied by Keller O’Leary.

I see him, watching me intently, almost as if he’s ready to intervene if necessary. Like I need the help. I’ve been doing this for a while now. On my own. I feed off the adrenaline. I live for the hunt. Keller, on the other hand, is beginning to look like he’s a faded tumbleweed about to roll down the street of a ghost town.

Leaning against the wall, he shifts from one foot to the other, either restless or desperate, I can’t tell which. I haven’t seen him feed since the incident with the blonde, and I’ve been watching closely. Almost as closely as he watches me. His dark eyes are full of ghosts. If I cared, I’d ask him what demons haunt him, what has he seen—or done—in his life that makes his eyes so disturbing and calculating. He closes those dark eyes now and I make my move.

“Who hired you to be my babysitter?”

The sharp edge of my knife presses against his jugular. Keller keeps his eyes closed. Even though he’s feigning nonchalance, his muscles tighten in a way that has me on high alert. I can’t afford to be trapped. I’ve seen what he can do when hungry and I’ve probably just roused a sleeping bear. I apply more pressure. Slicing him open wouldn’t kill him, but it would make me feel better.

“I’m not daft, Josephine,” he says in that Irish lilt that makes the pit of my stomach hotter than the glowing end of a branding iron. I haven’t been attracted to anyone in quite awhile. Why now? Why Sage’s brother? 

Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places.

After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She'd found a new love. She'd found her escape.

Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she's creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and two cats that rule the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn't get lost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Magic In Memphis on Amazon!

The novella Magic in Memphis, published by Moon Rose Publishing,  is now available on Amazon. 

Grab a copy today!

SEPTEMBER ENDS Excerpt 18+

SEPTEMBER ENDS

Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

September Ends is contemporary fiction, with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love because love happens when we least expect it.

EXCERPT 18+

ON THE WILD HILL

.

We is the monster made to thrill

Whose arms and legs and guts enmesh

This craven frotwolf in your flesh

Shy innocence we lust to kill

Our ugliness all beauty eats

Such is our appetites and greed

We're in your rampant primal need

You can't resist our raging heats

And so succumb - my succubus

To my ferocious hirsuit will

Your Life's essential surge to spill

To sanctify my hid'ous pus

We promise we will set you free

Though some call me porn-og-raph-y

.

by Jack O Savage

.

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Chapter 6

No Sweeter Dish

LIZ

Mistress. All words of importance must be acknowledged with a capital letter.

I am your Mistress.

PETE

Mmmm I want to fuck you hard. Really let you know I want you.

Baby, I want to watch every move you make. I want to see your eyes look at me when I make love to you.

LIZ

I slide onto your cock

grip it

up

down the shaft, slow

sexy

until you cum harder than you ever imagined in your life

PETE

I had to re-boot. Dammit!

Have I made you happy? Did you cum? Tell me.

LIZ

Yes, you’ve been a very good boy & made me very happy tonight.

PETE

Oh yes, sweet Mistress.

When we meet, can you wear black lace panties for me? Something really feminine. Maybe a lacy little black thong. That would be sweet. Mmmm.

LIZ

You know by now I’ll do anything you want. I wish we could be together tonight.

PETE

Me, too baby. I’m going to sleep now. Sweet dreams, sweet Liz. I need you here with me tonight. I promise I’ll be a very good boy.

Make my Mistress happy. Want to sign in again tomorrow night? I’ll be free for you.

© 2013 Ra Jones Publishing

Available on Amazon - 99 cents for a limited time.

SEPTEMBER ENDS - Free Today only

SEPTEMBER ENDS

Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

Grab a copy today of this critically acclaimed contemporary fiction novel blended with poetry. 

Free December 29th only.

Season's Greetings

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates. 

Happy Holidays to everyone who does not.

I adore you all. 

Your support of my work means everything.

Now, it's family time. 

Sweet dreams of brighter days to come. 

Best always. 

xoxo

SEPTEMBER ENDS - 2013 ENDS

SEPTEMBER ENDS

by

Hunter S. Jones & An Anonymous English Poet

September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

First book signing at Atlanta's SPA SYDELL Midtown

The novel SEPTEMBER ENDS has been a remarkable journey for me this year, in so many ways. It was a creative outlet during a time of crises and personal struggles. It has become a catalyst for friendships and business partnerships that I never expected. Thank you to the anonymous English poet for introducing me to the world of artistic collaboration. (Special note: my first book signing at Spa Sydell's Midtown Atlanta location where I sold twice as many books as had been planned. The event lead to four tentative book signings in Georgia and three other states across the Southeast. Awesome!) Thank you for dear life long friends and fantastic new friends! When Tennessee Williams wrote of "The kindness of strangers." he had to know personally how very true that line was for a writer's life, and how very true it remains. I would also like to thank everyone that has taken the time to read and review SEPTEMBER ENDS. Your support has taken me by surprise and each of your comments are invaluable. Here's a few quotes from reviewers on Amazon:

 "SEPTEMBER ENDS is a story of love, loss and survival"
"A Work of Art"
"A Rare Diamond"
"This is the stuff legends are truly made of" 

Vixen Vodka's KISMET MARTINI created for SEPTEMBER ENDS

For those of you who haven't read this beautiful little book, following is an introduction to the three main characters: Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The book is currently available on Kindle for 99 cents to make it more accessible for book clubs, and it is also available as a paperback on Amazon. It would make an great holiday gift for the readers in your life. Here's Liz, Pete and Jack...

 

LIZ SNOW

I am Liz Snow, Elizabeth October Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Actually I’m from a small town in north Georgia called LaFayette. My grandfather died suddenly when I was young, then I saw my only brother die in a useless traffic accident. So, you see, I’m not your typical girl. Years of anti-depressants, alcohol and bad relationships have damaged me emotionally. I hide myself in my career as a software executive. I never really knew what love was until meeting Peter William Hendrix III of Chattanooga, Tennessee. Or at least that’s what I thought until Pete’s betrayal.

PETE HENDRIX

I’m successful, some say handsome, attorney Pete Hendrix of the firm Hendrix, Hendrix & Smith in Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA. I attended undergrad at Vanderbilt University, graduated law school with honors and returned to Chattanooga to run the family law firm. I live the life my mother always wanted for me. As often as possible, go to my cabin on Walden Ridge. There, I swim in the clear, cool water from the cave, read and spend time in solitude looking onto the scenic Sequatchie Valley, the sacred hunting grounds of the Cherokee Nation before the Trail of Tears. My life is structured and secure. But, I never expected to meet a girl like Liz Snow. I loved Liz with my heart and soul. Then, she discovered my secret.

WIKI ENTRY: JACK O SAVAGE

English poet, novelist, and founder member of The Renaissance Bards trio of spoken word artists, Jack O Savage leapt to prominence on being expelled from Jesus College, Oxford for allegedly plotting an arson attack on the college in which he supposedly planned to 'raise English successist complacency to its foundations', though no charges were ever brought against him. The Sun tabloid newspaper ran a story proclaiming POSH POET GETS CHOP referring to Savage's 'chopper protest' in which he was arrested for 'leaping atop a 17th century oak refectory table and lewdly flaunting his generous masculinity' at a formal disciplinary hearing, a gesture which he later repeated in public and which subsequently went viral on YouTube, receiving over 100 million hits in under two hours.

Check out the the Pinterest board for SEPTEMBER ENDS, too.

http://www.pinterest.com/huntersjones/september-ends/

2013. Literally, the best and worst of times. A year I could've done without. But, also a year in which I have meet--virtually and personally--some of the best and most inspiring people I have ever known. I have worked with music and entertainment legends and soon-to-be legends on my ExpatsPost blog. My books have found an audience, too. Moon Rose Publishing has connected me with a sisterhood of authors that can truly be compared to a sorority. 

Thank you again for your support. Look for the follow up to SEPTEMBER ENDS in 2014, maybe a new Happily Ever After from me, and possibly a weird, wonderful and wacked out follow up to Fables. Watch this space. In the meantime, have a safe and happy Holiday Season everyone. Cheers!