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Friday, August 31, 2012

Excerpt: Demons & Lullabies by Kallysten



Demons & Lullabies
Kallysten

Some little boys want to be firemen or astronauts when they grow up. From the moment Jacob understood what his fathers did, he never wanted to do anything but fight demons.

Andrew, Jacob’s father and a vampire, fights demons because it’s a necessity: few others have the strength or skill to kill the strange creatures that started appearing the very night his son was born. He carries with him some guilt, too, and the suspicion that the magic that made Jacob’s very life possible also opened the way for the demons. The last thing he wants is for his son to ever join this fight and get hurt.

As the years pass, however, and Andrew watches Jacob grow up and grow more determined, he slowly has to accept there’s little he can do to deter his son. It doesn’t help that Nicholas, Jacob’s other dad and Andrew’s Childe, starts giving Jacob sword-fighting lessons under the cover of playing, or that Jacob discovers his mother’s diaries and comes to the same conclusion Andrew did concerning his origins and the demons’.

Through snapshots covering Jacob’s life from birth to adulthood, watch all three members of this unusual family change, grow up, and find their place in the world.


Thank you Kallysten, for this awesome excerpt! Congratulations on your release day! This looks like an awesome read!

In Fangs and Lullabies and the new release Demons and Lullabies, we witness glimpses of Andrew's and his Childe Nicholas' lives as they raise Andrew's son, Jacob, from his birth to adulthood. In one of these glimpses, Jacob is worried to hear why his teacher wanted to talk to his father...
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“What did she say? Is she mad at me?”

Fluffing Jacob’s hair, Andrew shook his head as he replied. “Of course she’s not mad at you, buddy. Why would she be mad?”

“I don’t know,” Jacob replied with a shrug. “So what did she say, then?”

A fleeting look of unease crossed Andrew’s features, though Nicholas doubted anyone but he would have noticed.

“She just wanted to talk about your last writing assignment,” Andrew said, his hand still running through Jacob’s hair.

“It was just a story,” Jacob said at once.

Despite growing curious, Nicholas didn’t ask what they were talking about; he was sure he’d know soon.

“I know,” Andrew said. “And I think it’s a terrific story. Is it okay if I put it on my wall?”

Jacob’s smile was brighter than the midday sun Nicholas remembered from so long ago. “If you want,” he said, but it felt like a resounding ‘yes!’

“Go wash up,” Nicholas said. “Almost time for bed.”

Jacob ran to his room; he seemed unable to take three steps without running, these days. Nicholas waited until he could hear the water running in the bathroom before he asked Andrew, “Was that it, really? All she wanted was to talk about a story he wrote?”

Andrew’s lips twisted into a grim smile. He set a piece of paper on the kitchen table and opened the highest cupboard, the one above the fridge, at the very back of which they kept a bottle of scotch. He pulled it out, then two glasses, and Nicholas had his answer before Andrew opened his mouth. Of course it wasn’t that easy.

“She’s concerned,” he said as he poured three generous fingers into each glass. He made the word sound like a curse. “She’s afraid we’re traumatizing him by talking about demons.”

His voice was blank, and with no point of reference Nicholas couldn’t figure out what Andrew thought about that nonsense.

“You don’t think she has a point, do you?” Nicholas asked cautiously.

Andrew downed most of his glass in one gulp and grimaced. “No,” he said, and the word was like ice. “I think she’s like the rest of the city.” Andrew snorted and shook his head. “The rest of the world for that matter. They think demons are just fairytales. Think they’ll disappear like they appeared and there’s nothing to worry about.” He finished his glass and set it down on the table with a light clank. “They’re in for an unpleasant awakening.”

Smiling grimly, Nicholas took a small sip from his glass. Before he could figure out what to say, Jacob ran back into the room in his PJs, a trace of toothpaste still at the corner of his lips.

“I’m ready for my story!”

“All right, I’m coming. Say goodnight to Nicholas.”

A quick hug and a kiss to Jacob’s forehead later, Nicholas was alone in the kitchen. Setting down the glass he hadn’t finished, he picked up the assignment sheet Andrew had left on the table and sat. As he read it, he couldn’t help but smile. He was still grinning when Andrew joined him in their bedroom a little while later.

“It was a great story,” he said, not even waiting until Andrew had locked the door. “Except for the part where you get the last blow. I’ll have to remind Jacob I’m the better swordsman.”

As he approached, Andrew laughed quietly. “Think so, huh?” he asked as he tugged his shirt over his head.

Nicholas licked his lips. “I know so. You’re old and slow.”

Fire gleamed in Andrew’s eyes. He all but pounced onto the bed.

“I’ll show you old.”

They wrestled a little, rolling back and forth on the bed, muffling laughter against each other’s mouths and skin. Before long, Nicholas was trapped under Andrew, his hands pinned over his head.

Andrew grinned. “You were saying?”

“That’s not sword fighting,” Nicholas pointed out, tongue in cheek.

Andrew pressed his hips—his cock—against Nicholas’. Even through their clothes, the touch was exquisite.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, a little breathless.

Nicholas laughed.



Continued in Demons and Lullabies by Kallysten

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** Also keep an eye out on Sunday (Sept 2) for my Blogoversary post that will have some awesome swag packs - with Kallysten items included!! **




Excerpt: Demons & Lullabies by Kallysten



Demons & Lullabies
Kallysten

Some little boys want to be firemen or astronauts when they grow up. From the moment Jacob understood what his fathers did, he never wanted to do anything but fight demons.

Andrew, Jacob’s father and a vampire, fights demons because it’s a necessity: few others have the strength or skill to kill the strange creatures that started appearing the very night his son was born. He carries with him some guilt, too, and the suspicion that the magic that made Jacob’s very life possible also opened the way for the demons. The last thing he wants is for his son to ever join this fight and get hurt.

As the years pass, however, and Andrew watches Jacob grow up and grow more determined, he slowly has to accept there’s little he can do to deter his son. It doesn’t help that Nicholas, Jacob’s other dad and Andrew’s Childe, starts giving Jacob sword-fighting lessons under the cover of playing, or that Jacob discovers his mother’s diaries and comes to the same conclusion Andrew did concerning his origins and the demons’.

Through snapshots covering Jacob’s life from birth to adulthood, watch all three members of this unusual family change, grow up, and find their place in the world.


Thank you Kallysten, for this awesome excerpt! Congratulations on your release day! This looks like an awesome read!

In Fangs and Lullabies and the new release Demons and Lullabies, we witness glimpses of Andrew's and his Childe Nicholas' lives as they raise Andrew's son, Jacob, from his birth to adulthood. In one of these glimpses, Jacob is worried to hear why his teacher wanted to talk to his father...
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Excerpt
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“What did she say? Is she mad at me?”

Fluffing Jacob’s hair, Andrew shook his head as he replied. “Of course she’s not mad at you, buddy. Why would she be mad?”

“I don’t know,” Jacob replied with a shrug. “So what did she say, then?”

A fleeting look of unease crossed Andrew’s features, though Nicholas doubted anyone but he would have noticed.

“She just wanted to talk about your last writing assignment,” Andrew said, his hand still running through Jacob’s hair.

“It was just a story,” Jacob said at once.

Despite growing curious, Nicholas didn’t ask what they were talking about; he was sure he’d know soon.

“I know,” Andrew said. “And I think it’s a terrific story. Is it okay if I put it on my wall?”

Jacob’s smile was brighter than the midday sun Nicholas remembered from so long ago. “If you want,” he said, but it felt like a resounding ‘yes!’

“Go wash up,” Nicholas said. “Almost time for bed.”

Jacob ran to his room; he seemed unable to take three steps without running, these days. Nicholas waited until he could hear the water running in the bathroom before he asked Andrew, “Was that it, really? All she wanted was to talk about a story he wrote?”

Andrew’s lips twisted into a grim smile. He set a piece of paper on the kitchen table and opened the highest cupboard, the one above the fridge, at the very back of which they kept a bottle of scotch. He pulled it out, then two glasses, and Nicholas had his answer before Andrew opened his mouth. Of course it wasn’t that easy.

“She’s concerned,” he said as he poured three generous fingers into each glass. He made the word sound like a curse. “She’s afraid we’re traumatizing him by talking about demons.”

His voice was blank, and with no point of reference Nicholas couldn’t figure out what Andrew thought about that nonsense.

“You don’t think she has a point, do you?” Nicholas asked cautiously.

Andrew downed most of his glass in one gulp and grimaced. “No,” he said, and the word was like ice. “I think she’s like the rest of the city.” Andrew snorted and shook his head. “The rest of the world for that matter. They think demons are just fairytales. Think they’ll disappear like they appeared and there’s nothing to worry about.” He finished his glass and set it down on the table with a light clank. “They’re in for an unpleasant awakening.”

Smiling grimly, Nicholas took a small sip from his glass. Before he could figure out what to say, Jacob ran back into the room in his PJs, a trace of toothpaste still at the corner of his lips.

“I’m ready for my story!”

“All right, I’m coming. Say goodnight to Nicholas.”

A quick hug and a kiss to Jacob’s forehead later, Nicholas was alone in the kitchen. Setting down the glass he hadn’t finished, he picked up the assignment sheet Andrew had left on the table and sat. As he read it, he couldn’t help but smile. He was still grinning when Andrew joined him in their bedroom a little while later.

“It was a great story,” he said, not even waiting until Andrew had locked the door. “Except for the part where you get the last blow. I’ll have to remind Jacob I’m the better swordsman.”

As he approached, Andrew laughed quietly. “Think so, huh?” he asked as he tugged his shirt over his head.

Nicholas licked his lips. “I know so. You’re old and slow.”

Fire gleamed in Andrew’s eyes. He all but pounced onto the bed.

“I’ll show you old.”

They wrestled a little, rolling back and forth on the bed, muffling laughter against each other’s mouths and skin. Before long, Nicholas was trapped under Andrew, his hands pinned over his head.

Andrew grinned. “You were saying?”

“That’s not sword fighting,” Nicholas pointed out, tongue in cheek.

Andrew pressed his hips—his cock—against Nicholas’. Even through their clothes, the touch was exquisite.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, a little breathless.

Nicholas laughed.



Continued in Demons and Lullabies by Kallysten

Follow Kallysten Online...

** Also keep an eye out on Sunday (Sept 2) for my Blogoversary post that will have some awesome swag packs - with Kallysten items included!! **




Sunday, December 4, 2011

Guest Post: Xavier Axelson, The Birches - Virtual Book Tour



Synopsis:
Perfection isn’t everything, although it’s everything Leo wants. His desire to become the perfect chef may keep him at the top of his class, but it drives his friends and family crazy while keeping love and passion on the back burner. That is until he meets Dock, owner and chef of the new and popular restaurant, The Birches. Although Dock isn’t a trained chef, Leo finds the food he cooks delectable and the man behind the food irresistible. The lessons taught at the hands of an untrained cook may be just what this uptight chef needs to let go. 


Today we welcome author and guest poster Xavier Axelson.  Please give him a warm welcome and stay tuned after his post for information on how to enter for a free copy of The Birches ebook!! 
Personally, I'd like to say Thank You to Xaxier for coming by Fictional Candy and guest posting.  It truly is appreciated, and I wish you the best of luck with your book!

So without further delay, I present you Xavier Axelson!
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The Writer’s Garden
By
Xavier Axelson

Gardening is about discovery

Writing is also.  It is a journey.  Some of us have maps and some of us don’t.  Some ask directions, some don’t.  Some stop along the way, some don’t.  I find the garden to be most like writing when it comes to making what my mother calls, “the cruelest cut.”  Cutting with abandon the excess to allow for new growth or in the case of writing, anew character, a new plot twist or simply trimming and dead heading unnecessary words, phrase and descriptors.  Luckily, I’ve come to understand the need to make cruel cuts.  I’ve seen plants literally cut down to the root and rebound in the Spring as if it was what they expected or waited for.  I’ve come to really appreciate the art and necessity of editing.  Yes, I still compare the process to being plagued by “an editing demon,” but I’m not at all apprehensive about it.  I understand the need and look forward to seeing what will pop up once those fragments and extra words are cut out of the way.

Gardening is about patience.

Writing is also.  It is about time spent and time allotted to make something happen.  Character development, plotline, description, and generosity are all part of what makes up the root system of a story.  You need to break up the roots before you plant something to allow for new roots to grow and a strong root system to form.  I think this is the most exciting part of writing, the destruction, and reconstruction of ideas, characters, places, things, and words.  I love the realization knowing I can do something better, write it in a more interesting way and make the story and foundation of the story better for it.  I think waiting is a bitch.  I hate waiting and am impatient.  This is NOT an asset in the garden or in publishing, or in Hollywood.  It’s all about, “hurry up and wait.”  Not fun.  It is a stern mistress, Patience and one we must all bow to when handling our writing, waiting for the buds to swell and open in Spring and get the perfect shot in a scene. 

Gardening is about generosity.

Writing is also.  Is there anything or anywhere more generous than a garden in the Spring?  Is there anywhere more fertile than a writers mind when they are creating and combing words, phrases and experience to make something mean something to someone?  The main thing I would tell students in a writers group I led last year was “be generous with your readers!”  Share with them what is really inside your head and the words inside your mouth.  Slow down and stroll through the garden, don’t run because when you run you risk tripping or missing something you’ll need later.  I’m in the middle, well, more towards the end of editing the first book in an epic erotic horror trilogy and I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped and had to go back because I rushed through something and forgot a plotline I had to weave through to make sense.  This usually happens at 3am or when I’ve just sat down for beer and mussels in Malibu.

Lastly, Gardening is about forgiveness.

Writing is also.  The garden forgives.  It forgives because it wants to grow and continue to produce and live.  Writing is not a science.  It is an art.  It is a craft and with any craft, there is error, bad decisions.  The wrong plants were bought, you planted a sun plant in the shade, you killed a cactus (They always look thirsty to me.)  Remind me to tell you about my theory about Ivy and Lavender.  You cannot give up because of cruel words, mean retorts, rejection or mistakes because in the end we will get up tomorrow (hopefully) and keep on doing IT, because we want to produce and live. 




CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED

Contest is open Dec 4th - 10th, open internationally to persons aged 16 and older.  Winner will be notified via email and a winners post on Fictional Candy. Thank you for stopping by Fictional Candy!


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Xavier Axelson is a writer of erotica for Silver Publishing and Seventh Window Publications.  He is also the Los Angeles Sex Advice Columnist for Examiner.com, contributes regularly to Queer Magazine Online, and writes a column for All Bear Online Magazine.  Xavier has worked in the adult industry for over 15 years.  During this time, he has assisted countless people with exploring their healthy sexual needs, questions, and lifestyles.  Xavier has several degrees in fields such as communications, library technology, and literature.

Where to find Xavier Axelson:

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