Showing posts with label love story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love story. Show all posts

Thursday, May 29, 2014

R U missing out on romance

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Why are romance books so popular, especially to women?  

This is a good question because statistics show that romance books are the biggest sellers, especially in America.  Is this because women lack real romance in their lives or is it because men have no clue about romance?  Are women unrealistic in their expectations when it comes to romance in relationships?  Do too many books depict romantic situations that no man could ever live up to?

All of these questions are good ones.  Perhaps the answers are more complicated than we think.  If you read romance books, do you lack romance in your real life?

I've been thinking a lot about this subject since writing my latest romance book.  The book has picked up a bit in sales and I've been wondering why romance reading is so popular in our society.

Most men have little clue when it comes to romance.  It isn't that they are stupid, it's simply most of them have not been brought up to be romantic creatures.  Many times, what men think is romantic, may not seem very romantic to women at all.  I really doubt most men research this subject because it just isn't as important to them as it is to ladies.

Imagined or real, romance books are filling something for women they may not be seeing in reality.  On the other hand, maybe women just love to fantasize when it comes to the hum drum daily chores we all, male or female, face daily.  Maybe romance stories transport women, even if for a short time, to another place, a place where fantasies help us all cope with the seemingly dull routines we all have to perform each day.  After all, movies do just that too, it is what makes some movies more popular than others.  We can lose ourselves in someone else's trials, hardships, and yes, their love lives.  Maybe we simply love to be voyeurs, like a fly on the ceiling, looking into another person's private life for a short time.

Do women really want to be rescued by a man?  That is doubtful, but I think they want to be rescued from the daily, dull, routines we all face in our lives.  We all like a little bit of a vacation for the mind, so to speak.

What are your thoughts on this subject? 

 

 
 

Monday, April 14, 2014

Thoughts on friends and such

Often we see on the Internet terms like my bff, my soul mate and many others like those.  What do they mean?  Do they in fact mean anything other than the ramblings of the person writing them?  

Over the years I've been a fan of Sex and the City.  I'm not even sure just why but perhaps it all has to do with the friendship of four young women.  Women who stay friends through thick and thin, good times and bad times.  Maybe that kind of friendship, depicted in the series, exists or maybe it's a figment of Candace Bushnell's imagination, the creator of Sex and the City.  Maybe it depicts the kind of friendships we'd all like to have.

Perhaps the popularity of that particular genre draws women fans because of not just the friendship, but the different views of each friend as they try to sort out relationships with men.  

Samantha: fiercely independent, not wanting to ever rely on anyone but herself when it comes to work and relationships.  She flits from one man to another, never really getting locked into a permanent thing with any one guy.

Miranda: Also fiercely independent, at first glance, but changes as she matures.  She's a lawyer, trying to always analyze and even puts down, anything she does not totally understand or is not able to control.  When we first meet her, she thinks every man has an ulterior motive and so she does not ever really trust men.  In one episode, Carrie introduces her to a shy nerdy type of guy.  Miranda thinks his shyness is simply an act, mocking her.

Charlotte:  She tells us she has been looking for Mr. Right since she was in high school.  Most of the time she looks too hard and therefore does not find him while looking so hard.  She thinks women must 'play the game' in order to snag a man.  Eventually she finds a guy she falls in love with, but this guy does not fit her 'type' (the image) that she has created on paper and in her head, so she cannot believe why she even falls for him at all.

Carrie:  Then we have Carrie.  She has her ups and down and some will say she just concedes to men, at least where Mr. Big is concerned.  Many women hate the way she seems to roll over, at times, allowing guys to get away with too much.  Why do some women hate this virtue of Carrie's?  Well isn't that just the way a lot of women relate to men?  In some stages of our lives, many of us have acted just like Carrie sometimes does.  I know I did when younger.  It isn't until we reach past our forties and the hormones have all settled, that we see men in a different light, we see relationships in a different light.  Less hormones, I've discovered, make us more objective.  Before that time, we have acted the fool where men are concerned.  Damned those raging hormones!  I've observed friends and family, acting just like that, yet completely denying it when they have.  Haven't we all been guilty of tolerating way too much from the opposite sex when we were younger and inexperienced? 

I like the series and I like the friendships of those women.  I will write more in the next blog about what I have observed about women and friendships.  Even about women and daughters they may have and how I think those relationships can be great or bitter sweet. 

My recent book: Child of the Earth, tells a tale of how love can find us when we least expect it.  How when we do find it, well, it just may not be the wonderful answer we had been looking for, as it can be bitter sweet sometimes. Finding Mr. Right can sometimes be a two edged sword.

Sometimes love can hurt but it can be all worth the pain.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Summer of Love

Introducing our newest book "Child of the Earth",  a love story that takes place in 1968.



Suzanne Wellington is a writer and photographer working for a large magazine in New York. She is given an assignment to write a story about the hippie communes.
Suzanne loads up her VW bus and heads out of town, she ends up in New Mexico to write about one of the largest communes around.

 Once she reaches New Mexico her VW breaks down and she is stranded by the side the road when along comes Oliver Bachand who offers to help her.  Oliver lives just down the road from the commune that she is looking for. Oliver helps fix her bus.  Oliver's wife and son are on a sabbatical for two months in France.

Oliver offers to let Suzanne stay in the guest room while he fixes her bus.  She talks him into visiting a local commune with her.  He has never liked hippies, thinking of them as lazy, drug using dropouts.  But through Suzanne's eyes, he changes his mind, especially when they make friends with Jupiter and Sparrow.






Oliver is smitten with Suzanne from the start.  Unlike his wife, Suzanne is wild, free and not inhibited at all.  Oliver is freed from his boring, safe, everyday life by his love for Suzanne.  

Even though the story takes place in 1968, it is one that transcends time and place.

Oliver's only son, John, never liked his father much and at his father's death, John really thinks Oliver must have gone senile in his older years.  But, did he?  It's years later, will John be able to understand how life was in 1968?  Don't miss this love story that will make you smile, make you weep and will warm your heart, no matter what age you are, no matter what era you were born in.




Sunday, December 22, 2013

The boyfriend's back,what a Hack




He's so cute, the boyfriend's back
As teenage girls, we will eventually discover
He's a bad lover, he's just a hack
I'm so happy the boyfriend's back

Mom tries to tell us, but as teens we know best
"But, Mom, he's different, not like the rest"
Famous last words
We think he's not from the same herd

Mom's were once teenage girls too
Daughters discover boys
What they really discover is hormones
What scientists call pheromones




Teenage girls find life can get hazy
What they mistake for love
Well, it's just being boy crazy
Teens think unemployed guy, is cute, not lazy




"He wants me, he wants me, it must be love"
Into his bed, he will give you a shove
Sex means love, am I right?
In an imperfect world, this logic soon takes flight



"But Mommy, you are wrong"
Such is the teenage girl in love's song
But as parents, we know she's wrong
Waiting for her to get it, can take ever so long

 Through the eyes, we call love
He always looks like, he's from heaven above
We think this guy fits like a glove
If we could only trust the eyes we call love

Girls get in trouble
Here comes the burst of the bubble
Dumb girls call it dumb luck
Even when they get hit by that Mack truck

When in trouble, where is this wonderful guy?
Oh no, he would not tell a lie
He once did a wonderful dance
Just before he convinced you he should be in your pants

I could be at death's door
Suddenly, he's not there anymore
He never cares if he hurt you to the core
You realize when you met, you should have shut that door



 But bad boys are such fun
Until push comes to shove
Oh see how he runs
Look at my tears, see my mascara run



Raising a child, well, just not in his plan
What a gem, what a peach
Oh, what a fine man
Now he says: "Catch me if you can"

What the hell, you now say 
He was a good man, when he wanted to play
He loved me, right from the start
Now he stabs you right through the heart


 Worse scenario, you're stuck with this guy
You know, the one who wouldn't lie
His faults, bad habits, seemed so cute
Now you need help, as a husband, he's mute

His bad habits drive me nuts now
In ten years, they get under my skin
What went wrong?
Well, where do we begin?


 Mom was with me when it all went sour
Where's Mr. Wonderful now?
Just look in any corner
You'll see him now cower



This great guy, somehow, he got lost
But now you discover
How great was your cost?
Before you started, he should have gotten lost



Never listened to my Mom
I simply told her to stay calm
But maybe Mom knew after all
When push came to shove, he'd never answer the call



Mom stayed by me, so never say: "Boo"
She was right about him
Maybe she's been around that same corner?
Well, Hell, whoever knew?


Mom said to be a strong girl
Hey, I know guys don't like 'those kind of girls'
But now, he has taken flight
Those 'wimpy' girls make me want to hurl

So listen to Mom, she just might be right
When a bad boy gets you into his sight
"In bed" he says, just laugh and say:
"Get the Hell out of my sight"




 
 

Monday, August 19, 2013

A sexual encounter

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We held hands and walked to the shoreline. I felt a mixture of sand and small stones beneath my feet. We stripped our clothes off and laid them on top of the towels, to keep the sand out.

I gasped when I saw his mostly naked body in the dim light. He was even more beautiful then I had imagined.

We entered the water, splashing around for a while and then he embraced me from behind. I leaned my head back as his mouth gently brushed against my ear, my hair and he gently kissed the top of my head.

I was enjoying this moment when I opened my eyes and realized I could see the cottage next to Van's. I started to look away when I saw two naked bodies on the deck of their place. I was fascinated, the sight of two naked people made me keep my eyes riveted on what they were doing.

It was a man and a woman, naked as can be, she was giggling and he was pretending to chase her. He grabbed her and gently helped her into the chaise lounge. His head nuzzled her neck, her chest, stopping on the way down to suckle each of her large breasts.

I'd watched this kind of stuff on TV before, but this was the first time I'd seen it for real. I realized Van's eyes were fixed on them too. I could feel the item between Van's legs, rise, poking the crack of my butt. I felt his breath coming harder and faster against the back of my neck too. He was rock hard watching this real life porn show going on in front of us. Neither one of us could have looked away if we'd wanted to.

The woman has a beautiful silhouette in the shadow of their cottage lights. Small waist, large breasts and tiny waist. Perfectly proportioned to her frame.

The man, was somewhat muscular, he seemed to look a bit older than the lady and even in the shadows, something about him was vaguely familiar. But I couldn't figure out why. We could see, when he stood to the side to grasp her hand, his penis stood out, he looked very large in that area too. We watched his penis rise and fall, but always maintaining its hardness.

He moved to the front of the woman on the lounge chair and suddenly he got down on his knees in front of her. We watched as his hands gently separated her legs and he buried his face between them. We could hear the lady's moans, low at first, but then get louder and she sounded like the sound welled up from deep in her throat. We saw her body rise and fall and then she let out a small scream of delight and the man stood up again.

We figured the show was over when, to our surprise, the woman coaxed the man to stand in front of her. Her head was now locked between his legs and we could hear faint sucking noises. The man placed his hands on each side of her head and his head went back as if he was looking at the sky. He too moaned and then his body shuddered and he let out a loud moan of delight too.

When the man turned around I knew why he seemed familiar. I could hardly believe my eyes. It can't be, but yes it is. I realize I know this guy. The woman joined him at the patio railing and even she was an all too familiar face.

I was totally shocked at who I was watching. I thought, for a moment my mind was playing tricks on me. OMG...........it can't be, but it is.



Friday, August 16, 2013

Alyssa

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Van went inside and turned out all the lights but a couple dim ones. Also I could hear soft, romantic music coming from the stereo on the patio. Nice. He came outside, two beach towels in his hand.

We held hands and walked to the shoreline. I felt a mixture of sand and small stones beneath my feet. We stripped our clothes of and laid them on top of the towels. To keep the sand out, Van said.

I gasped when I saw his mostly naked body in the dim light. He was even more beautiful then I had imagined.

We entered the water, splashing around for a while and then he embraced me from behind. I leaned my head back as his mouth gently brushed against my ear, my hair and he gently kissed the top of my head.

I was enjoying this moment when I opened my eyes and realized I could see the cottage next to Van's. I started to look away when I saw two naked bodies on the deck of their place. I was fascinated, the sight of two naked people made me keep my eyes riveted on what they were doing.


It was a man and a woman, naked as can be, she was giggling and he was pretending to chase her. He grabbed her and gently helped her into the chaise lounge.  

When the man turned around I knew why he seemed familiar. I could hardly believe my eyes. It can't be, but yes it is. I realize I know this guy. The woman joined him at the patio railing and even she was an all too familiar face.

I was totally shocked at who I was watching. I thought, for a moment my mind was playing tricks on me. OMG...........it can't be, but it is.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Excerpt from my new book, Alyssa


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After dinner I tried to help clean up the dishes, but Van refused to let me. He said he would just put them in the dishwasher anyway.

I followed him to the kitchen and watched him load the dishes up. I guess I was a bit too close behind him because when he turned around, we bumped bodies. I turned red because I could feel my cheeks burning.

Our faces were inches from each other. We stood there for a second and then Van put his arms around my waist. He pressed his lips against mine. My first real kiss. There were those butterflies again, but much more. Skyrockets, and electric shocks invaded every inch of my body.


I had never felt anything like this before. Suzanne and I would giggle at HBO movies when actors had sex. We even wondered what we would do with our noses and if we had to hold our breath during a kiss. I was glad to know I did not. It all just fell naturally into place, like it was meant to be.

We kissed for a very long time. Then Van stepped back and said: “I would suggest we go for a night swim, but I forgot to tell you to bring your suit.”

“I can wear my bra and panties. Bikinis aren't much more than underwear anyway. Mine even match.”

Again, where in hell did that suggestion come from? It just popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Well I don't want to embarrass you or anything. Are you sure you are OK with that?”

I was a bit nervous, but I didn't want to come off as a kid about it. I nodded my head, yes, hoping I looked confident in my answer.

“Well, OK, I can wear my boxers if it helps you feel better. That OK with you?”

Again, I nodded, hoping my lack of confidence wasn't showing.

 “I'll kill the lights in the house, except for one dim one. Also the outside light. That way neighbors can't see us, but we should be able to see in the water just fine. We can strip our clothes off on the shore.”

Saturday, December 8, 2012

More love



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I had never thought I’d like any military lifer,
much less fall in love with one. I never
believed in soul mates before either. But I
hadn’t counted on meeting Steve. I just could
never imagine, before now, living the military
life as an adult ever. But since meeting Steve at
the barbecue my father held for a group of
Army guys, I began to think maybe it was
possible to live this way forever. Steve is the
kind of guy I could very well imagine living my
entire life with, even if it means moving around
a lot, like I did as a kid. I could envision
myself doing anything so we could be together.
Together, as man and wife, talking about his life
in the military, maybe even raising a couple of
kids together.

I have learned though, that life can sometimes get in
the way of a person’s happiness. Right now my
dad is lying in a hospital bed hooked up to a
dialysis machine that cleans his blood.

He collapsed and was rushed to the hospital
when Marie and I got the call. His kidneys are
both failing him and without a kidney donor he
might not survive for very long. Marie and I
aren’t able to donate one for him. We both have
diabetes so we can't help him with one of our
kidneys so we’re both feeling pretty helpless at
the moment. Dad has always been so strong so
to see him this sick is very shocking to me right
now.

To make matters worse, Steve, hasn’t written to
me in months. He is in Afghanistan, working
as an interpreter for the United States Army
there. I’m feeling pretty lonely and sad right at
this moment. But I guess this story should start
at the beginning.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

What's in YOUR blood?









Cover of the final installment of Something in the Blood


Something in the Blood................

Just another vampire story you say?  Nope, this series is yes, about vampires, about a young girl who falls deeply in love with one, but there's much more to it than that.

Cheryl:  A young girl, living a somewhat sheltered and, what she would sum up, as a boring life.  She feels awkward, gawky and not popular.  To her, popularity is something to be admired, to strive for.  After all, her best friend, Karla, is beautiful, a bit spoiled and, oh yes, very popular.  

Karla:  Cheryl's bff, very pretty, self-assured, everything Cheryl wishes she was.  Karla knows how to get into odd predicaments and often brings Cheryl with her.

Duncan:  The mysterious young man, a new face in town.  Is he part of a cult?  Is he part of something bigger?  This is the man who will change Cheryl's outlook on life forever.  Cheryl has no clue why she is so attracted to Duncan, she just knows she is.

Jenkins: The detective who has been hired by the local police to help solve a series of mysterious murders taking place in the city.  He is an expert, he's pretty sure he knows who is doing the killings, he aims to bring the killer, or killers to justice.

Those are just a few of the interesting characters you will meet in the Something in the Blood series, plus many, many more.  There are plots, and just when you think you have figured it out, there's often a new twist.

I am finishing up the final installment of this three book series.  I hope you will seriously consider these as great gifts for young and old alike.  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed creating them.  

So come with me, into a land of mystery, romance and intrigue.  I'm sure you won't regret taking this wonderful journey.




Something in the Blood, series, with the other two books I have written.  I hope one day soon, you will enjoy them all.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Families and such

With the holidays coming up I tend to start to reflect on families this time of year.  Many people have great parenting experiences, yet some of us do not.  I could say I'm not sure why this is, but in our case, that would be a lie.  

When you have lived in an abusive household, with a parent who is mentally ill, one of the casualties is usually the children.  When a child has a parent who is absent, who does not care for their own kids, then kids cannot help but be affected in some ways.  When a crazy parent actually resides in the household, it also hurts the child or children.  As much as we, the not so crazy parent, may think we can shield and protect our kids, it isn't possible.  Craziness rubs off in ways we may not even fully understand.

What does this blog have to do with books?  Well I am writing a book about relationships, why bad ones are bad and about how for the past 14 years, I have seen the other side.  Moved beyond the dark side of a relationship, moved into the light of love and the fun of having an understanding and loving husband.  I am fortunate to have found him, but, unfortunately it was later in life.  Better late than never, in my case, but I wish with all my heart, I'd found him, or been wise enough to spot the duds I once thought I loved.

What in hell do we know in our twenties?  I don't know, maybe I'd have known more if my own upbringing had been different.  I don't blame my grandparents who raised me, but they were getting older as I grew older.  Their goal was to marry me off, as Grandma often said.  So I felt pressure to marry young.

I know many young women feel this pressure, even though we might like to think we are living in such an enlightened age.  But remember, people and human nature stay the same, only times and the tools we use change.  

The next blog will address how we, as young women,and often, young men too, think we know about life, know more than our elders, even know more than those scenarios we actually see.  You know what I'm talking, our very friends who have bad relationships, they often reflect our own we are in.  Yet, somehow, for some reason we still think 'ours will be different.'   Usually we repeat the same thing we see and hate, we walk straight into the fires of hell with our eyes wide shut! 

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Something in the Blood, Chapter 7

I just barely got downstairs when the doorbell rang. I heard Rachel talking to someone and then she came into the kitchen with a cop in uniform. I looked up and the cop said I was needed downtown, at the station. I asked him what this was all about but he said he wasn't at liberty to say. Rachel had a worried look on her face as I followed this guy to the police car.

As I entered the police station I noticed a lot of people milling around, some in uniforms, some in regular clothes. The cop led me into a room with a big glass window, a table and two chairs. He told me to have a seat and someone would be right with me. I wondered what in hell the police could possibly want with me. I soon found out.

A man, looking like he had slept in his suit, entered the room. He introduced himself as Detective Jenkins. He asked me if I'd like a soda or water or coffee, I declined and asked him what this was all about.

He began by asking me if I had been on Gossamer Road on the night of April the third at eleven at night. I told him yes, I was going home from a party and had lost my bearings and gotten lost. I asked him why he wanted to know. He told me a Mr. Clement had placed me there at that time of the night. I said I didn't know any Mr. Clement and Detective Jenkins said the gentleman in question had come in recently and gave a report about something happening to his friend.

I recalled the newspaper headlines and then I recalled one of the guys who had attacked Karla and I was named Clement. I told the detective two guys had attacked us but that a car came along and the lights must have scared them off because they ran. He told me Mr. Clement said some guy had attacked him and his friend, Bubba, and that he hasn't seen Bubba since. The detective asked me if I recalled seeing anything suspicious at that time. I told him no, and something must have happened after the attack. He said Mr. Clements had been arrested and that he was ranting on about some guy, possibly with me, had attacked them and he was worried his friend might be dead. I told him I was sorry I couldn't help him but that I was glad this guy was in jail. Then the detective asked me why I hadn't reported being attacked and I told him since they got scared off, I didn't come in to report it since nothing bad had actually happened. He asked me about Karla, it seems he had gotten the hospital report about my friend having stitches. I explained to him she had gotten the cut from falling because she had too much to drink. He scolded me for us drinking under age and then thanked me for telling him what I knew. He called in the officer who brought me here and told him to take me home.

As I was leaving, I saw Karla in the waiting room. She shot me a look and I gave her a 'don't say a word' look, kind of a scowl actually. I thought: “For heaven's sake, this once, keep your big mouth shut.” I made a phone gesture to my ear, an indication for her to call me later. She nodded in acknowledgment.

At home, Rachel decided to grill me about why the police wanted to see me. I made up a story about something happening at the party Karla and I had been to and they wanted a report from us. That seemed to satisfy her, except for the small lecture concerning hanging out with Karla too much. I assured her I haven't been seeing Karla as much lately. I'm sure she took that as I was working harder on my grades. I wondered what she would say if she knew I was hanging out more with Duncan instead, a vampire. I smiled inside at the idea of her knowing that.

I decided to go to my room and wait for Karla to call me. My phone started playing music and it was Duncan. “Hello?”

“What were you doing at the police station?” I wondered how in hell he knew that. When I asked, he just said he has his ways.

I explained to him that some detective was asking me about the night of the attack. I told him how I had said I knew nothing much about that. Duncan asked me what the detective looked like. When I described him, Duncan suddenly fell silent. He said my description fit the assassin who has been hunting him and his friends. When he said that, it was my turn to fall silent. I told him that Clement guy had filed a report.
“I should have hunted him down and killed him when I had the chance. That creep.”

I was a bit shocked, I'd never heard Duncan talk like that before. I could feel the venom dripping from his every word. It kind of scared me that Duncan could hate someone so much. It also scared me that the detective was trying to kill Duncan.

Just as I hung up, Karla called me. “What did they ask you?” She sounded out of breath. I told her what the detective asked me and what I had told them.

“I told them close to the same thing then. I said I hit my head because we were on a back road, lost, I had too much alcohol and had to pee. I explained I stumbled when I went to go pee, then those two guys showed up. I also told them a car came along and must have scared them off or something. Do you think that detective believes us?”

I told her I didn't know, but I was glad her story and mine were the same. I was worried though, worried what that detective was up to and what he might do next. Those two men were the bad guys, not Duncan. If it hadn't been for Duncan, Karla and I would have been coyote food or something. I told her not to worry. Besides, I was doing enough worrying for the both of us.

Duncan texted me and asked: “You want to come over tonight? We won't have the place to ourselves, everyone is back, but we can swim and hang out, if you'd like to.”

I sent back: “Sure, that sounds fine to me. What time?”

“How about eight or so?” I told him eight was great and I'd be ready. I was hoping to be alone with him, at least by the pool, to talk to him more about that detective guy. I wanted to know what he wanted me to do now.

Duncan picked me up and we went to the mansion to hang out. Everyone was home, like he said and of course everyone acted glad to see me but Blade. He was his usual aloof self as far as I was concerned. I wondered why, I certainly hadn't done anything to offend him at least nothing I knew of. Maybe he just doesn't like humans.

Duncan and I changed into our suits and went up to the roof to swim. The night air was chilly but the warm pool water felt good on my skin when I got in. We were swimming for a while when Blade came outside too. He motioned for Duncan to come out of the water. They stood over in the corner talking when it looked like Duncan got an angry look on his face and started raising his voice. They were too far away for me to tell what was said, but I could tell they were both quite angry. They looked like they were arguing.

Duncan came back to the pool and got in and Blade went back inside. But in a few minutes Blade came outside again. He also had his swim trunks on this time and got in the pool.

“So Duncan tells me you were at the police station today talking to Detective Jenkins.” Blade had a hard look to him, like he hated the world or something.
“Yes, yes, I did.”

“What did he want?”

“Blade, knock it off!”

Blade shot Duncan a look: “What? I'm just trying to make conversation. You told me to get to know Cheryl, now you're telling me not to?” Duncan shot him a disgusted look and started to swim.

“He just asked about an incident that my friend, Karla and I were in the other night. That's all.”

“The one when Duncan saved your asses?”

“Blade! I'm warning you, man.”

But Blade continued. “Was he asking about Duncan? Was he asking about us?”

“Why would he ask about you? He doesn't know I know you at all. I'm sure of it.”

The next thing I knew, Blade was right in front of me, nose to nose. “Good, let's keep it that way, shall we?”

His breath was hot and his eyes were flashing, almost red. He scared me, he looked like Satan himself. Then Duncan was right behind Blade. He grabbed Blade's arm and said: “I warned you to let it go. Now leave Cheryl alone.”

Blade narrowed his eyes and looked at Duncan. “Just because you think you're in love with some damned human could get us all killed. Jenkins isn't one to give up easily and he's very dangerous. Your beloved human could very well slip up and Jenkins finds out where we live and kill each of us. Is that what you want?”

“Cheryl would never tell him where we live. She'd never lead him to us.”

“Yeah, right. Maybe not on purpose, but Jenkins is cunning and he could easily figure it out, using her.”

“That's not going to happen, Blade, he's not going to find us, especially not through Cheryl.”

With that, Blade shot me a look that made me understand the term; if looks could kill, and started to go back inside. At the doorway he turned to look at me, “You better hope that's true.”

His last remark made me shudder and it felt like someone had walked across my grave. I literally shivered thinking about how he looked at me and what he said.

“Blade hates me. Does Blade hate all humans or just me?”

Duncan gave me a hug and climbed to the edge of the pool and sat down. “There was a time Blade didn't dislike humans. I'm not sure he liked most of them back then, but he did tolerate them. In fact......” Duncan's voice trailed off.

“What, what were you about to say just then? What? Tell me, I want to know.”

“There was a time he loved a human. A beautiful woman.”

“When, recently, a long time ago, when?” I kept prodding Duncan to continue.

“It was a few centuries ago; three hundred years to be exact. He met her in France at a masquerade ball on All Hollow’s Eve, Halloween, to you. He got to know her and fell deeply in love. They were together for five years and she was even going to turn, for Blade, she loved him back too. But it wasn't meant to be.”

“Did she fall out of love with him? Did she find someone else? What happened, Duncan? Was she a princess or something?”

Duncan laughed when I mentioned the princess part. “Hardly royalty. She was a maid, serving drinks and food that night. Her family were pretty much indentured servants to the rich family throwing the party. What happened was, she led Jenkins, he called himself another name back then; right to where Blade and his family were staying. Jenkins killed everyone, Blade narrowly escaped the slaughter.”

“Why would she do that if she loved Blade? I don’t understand, Duncan.”

“Jenkins offered her a great deal of money. Enough money so her family didn't have to be servants anymore. Apparently her human ties, blood ties, to her family were stronger than her love for Blade.”
“That's awful. But my family members aren't indentured servants. I'm not going to do that to you. Did she just disappear then?”

Duncan looked down at his feet swishing the water around. “No, she didn't just disappear.”

“What then? There's more to this than you are telling me. Please finish. Tell me what happened.”

“She didn't know Blade's family had been killed over what she had done. She met Blade, like they planned, for him to help her turn so they could be together, forever. But instead of turning her, Blade killed her for betraying him. Blade has never gotten over it. So you see, it's not you at all. It's what you, what we, remind him of.”

“Oh my gawd, I'm so sorry for Blade. To live forever with that sorrow must be awful. What about you, all these centuries, you've never loved any humans?”

“Yes, yes I have. I'm not going to insult your intelligence and lie and say, no, I never did. I have, a couple of times.”

“So? Why aren't those women with you? Why didn't they turn?”

“Frankly, the other women didn't want to turn. Oh, sure, they said they did, but they decided, at the last minute, they really didn't want to, so we always broke up. I never saw any of them again.”

“Oh. That's why you told me I have to be sure and that's why you didn't help me turn the other night? Even though I said I did want to turn.”

“Yes, Cheryl. We all say things in the heat of passion we really don’t mean. I wasn't going to turn you then. I want you to be rational at the time, if you decide you still want to. Not in the heat of passion. I want you to think it over and be absolutely sure. If you're not sure, you would regret it and eventually grow to hate me.”

I looked down at the water then. I could never imagine hating Duncan. I had fallen too deeply in love with him to ever imagine not loving him, for any reason. I must have been quiet for quite some time because Duncan put his robe on. “Maybe we had better be getting you home now. Are you ready?”

I got dressed and I noticed the ride to my house was very quiet. Maybe I was just pondering what he told me about Blade. Maybe I had an awful lot to digest in my brain. When we got to my house, I started to open the hearse door. Duncan reached out and took my wrist. “I do love you, Cheryl but as you know now, it's more complicated than just being in love. Think over all you know and don't be too hasty to turn. But remember, whether you turn or not, your decision will not change my love for you.” With that, we kissed and I went inside the house.