Jan 1, 2016 | Writing
2015 was an incredible year for me, and it’s thanks to all of you! The Thalia Trilogy came out, along with 5 other books, I was in 4 anthologies with some of my favorite writers on the planet, and I started my next series on Literotica (The Wild Ones). Looking back through my reviews, the comments I’ve received, the emails, and all the love – I can honestly say that I feel incredibly lucky and even though there’s no chance I’ll be quitting my day job any time soon, I wouldn’t trade the evenings and nights I spend writing for anything.
In 2016 I have plans, GRAND plans, that I hope I can stick to, because writing is my happy place and you all are too lovely to not pick up the pace for (especially since I had such a crazy 2nd half of this year). So here’s a little preview of what I’d like to do:
- Post a new chapter to The Wild Ones each month! (yikes! big goal!)
- Finish the book I’m writing for a publisher at the moment (details to come)
- Complete the extra for the individual release of “Reunited”
- Write a new novella for Thalia’s story (surprise!)
- Finish book 2 of my Daughters of Eltera series, “Tara” (already over halfway done!)
- Potentially write a brand new story about Cara and Saif (from The Invitation!) I’ve got a few ideas floating around for this one.
- Finally, JUST. KEEP. WRITING.
You guys are wonderful, and I hope that I keep you entertained over the next year!
PS – The book I’m writing (over halfway through) is tentatively called “Taken by the Enemy”. I can’t give a lot of details on it at the moment as there’s no contract on it yet, but I am allowed to post excerpts, so keep watch on the blog for those!
Sep 29, 2015 | Writing |
Ha! Don’t we all. (My mind is perpetually in the gutter.)
So, Fae came out last week and I was so deep into the editing of the many drafts of this book that I never gave you guys the sneak peeks like I normally would on my blog. Anyone who has been following my blog knows my summer was FUBAR. I couldn’t get a handle on anything because I over committed and had too many damn projects! The good news is the writing is finally back on track.
Here’s an update from my post earlier in the summer where I listed all of my crazy projects (and so you can see everything that happened):
- Of Fog and Fire (Parts I & II) was completed and is live on Amazon!
- Fae (Daughters of Eltera Book 1) is ALSO done! Available on Amazon too!
- I gave you guys a little Christmas in July surprise with a free Kindle edition of Christmas at Purgatory
- Chapter 5 of my Literotica series ‘The Wild Ones’ was finally fucking posted. I know, about fucking time, JB.
- There is also another upcoming anthology (to be released in October) from The Erotic Collective featuring a brand new story from me! (That will be in another blog)
My point is, all ^that shit^ kept me fucking busy. I still have one more commitment on my plate, but one commitment is one I can handle. It’s a book for a publisher who I’ll name at a later date once they have the manuscript, and actually … you know, accept it. I also already started Chapter 6 of The Wild Ones, so all you lovely Lit fans can get yanked off that cliffhanger I left you on. (Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall).
The best part of all of this is that I can finally breathe again and get back to a normal schedule without staying up to crazy hours while holding down my full-time day job like a fancy adult, and keeping up with my family, friends, my Dom, and trying not to let my house explode with incomplete chores.
To thank all of you lovelies for putting up with me and my ridiculousness, I wanted to give you a little sneak peek of my latest release ‘Fae’ which is the first book in the Daughters of Eltera series. It’s dark / paranormal romance. Yes, there’s sexy times, but it focuses more on these beings, their history, and their struggle to keep faith with a goddess who is just as screwed as they are. I’m already a fan (after all the story has been in my head for a decade), but I hope you’ll be one soon too!
Remember, I love you all. I love your messages, your tweets, your FB messages, your Lit comments – all of it. It keeps me going when all I want to do is curl up with a bottle of wine and watch Netflix for 12 hours. It makes me open my laptop and keep going. So, please, keep them coming.
Now I’ll shut up and give you a nice long excerpt…
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An hour or so later Fae woke up to a sharp boot kick to her ribs. She gasped, wincing as her eyes opened, and she heard Ebere’s voice scream off to her left, “Sir! Please!”
“What the fuck are you doing down here?” The gruff voice belonged to Butler and Fae looked up at him as she crossed an arm over her stomach and used the other to push herself up. She didn’t even remember falling asleep, but the Oblivion was still raging in her system. Unfortunately, it didn’t do anything to dull the pain – it just made her care a little less about it.
“She brought us laundry! From the East wing!” Mei-Li spoke up this time and Butler just sneered at them before grabbing Fae by the hair and pulling her to her feet. She stumbled as he yanked her towards him, but his grip on her kept her upright.
“Tell me, Fae, where are you supposed to be?” The sinister tone of his voice almost sounded happy as he asked. She wanted to just tell him to punish her, to get it over with, but no, he had to make a point first.
“Upstairs. East wing.” She gritted her teeth to stifle the smart-ass comments she wanted to make, because she really doubted Butler was supposed to be looking for her. Nikola had already delivered a punishment for her defiance that morning and it was unlikely he’d given Butler permission to hunt her down again.
“Why aren’t you there?”
“I brought the laundry down.” As soon as she answered, the other girls started speaking to back her up but Butler just snapped his fingers to silence them.
“What should you have done once the laundry was delivered?” His lips brushed against her ear as he leaned close to her, and a shudder moved through her.
“I should have gone back upstairs, sir.”
“That’s right,” he growled out the words and then shoved her forward, bending her over one of the machines. He lifted the hem of her dress, and someone started to plead with him as he held her down by her hair.
“Sir! Please, it’s -”
“Shut up! The next girl that talks gets twice what Fae here is getting for leaving her assigned area.” The sound of his belt unbuckling made her flinch in preparation. An instant later the leather cut through the air and the first lash across her ass was a bright spike of pain inside the delirium of the Oblivion. The next line of fire went across the tops of her thighs, and she bit down hard to stay silent.
I’ve had worse. I’ve had worse. This is nothing.
It was the mantra that got her through so much, and even as he laid line after line across her ass, she swallowed the little yelps that tried to slip by. It was a searing heat that broke through the warm fuzz that had filled her and replaced it with the aftershocks of each blow. She refused to beg for him, to let him hear her plead, because she knew that’s what he loved most. The last few were as hard as he could deliver, and she pressed her cheek hard against the metal, gripping the back of the machine and pushing out breaths to fight the urge to cry. Her skin felt blistered. Even the slight shifting of her muscles revealed how bruised she was, and she knew he reveled in punishing her because he never got in trouble for it. Who cared what he did to her when she was a blank slate the following morning?
It was probably why Butler had hunted her down.
Even if she had been upstairs he would have found some small error, some tiny mistake to punish her for. As the pounding of her heart in her ears faded, she could hear sniffling from the other end of the laundry room on top of Butler’s harsh breathing.
“Get on your knees,” he released his grip on her and stepped back. Fae stood up carefully and knelt even more gently, keeping her ass off her heels. She could see that Butler’s cock was hard in his pants, and she tried to ignore the three girls huddled together in the corner of her eye. “Go on, slut, you know what to do.”
“Mei-Li! Sobeska! Ebere!” Lena’s irritating voice rang out from the hallway, “Do you girls not understand what time it is? If you miss -” her words stopped short as she stepped into the doorway, and Fae hated the blush that flooded her cheeks. Lena took in the scene, and then tried to stifle the smile on her lips. “Ah, Butler, sir, I didn’t know you were here. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“No interruption, I was just reminding Fae of the house rules, and the consequences of breaking them.” His fingers wound in her hair and he pulled her forward until he rubbed her cheek against the front of his pants. She clenched her fists tight to keep herself from doing something incredibly stupid. Like twisting his balls until he screamed like a girl, or breaking every finger of his hand and then driving a coat hanger through his abdomen as she spit in his face.
“Of course, sir. The other girls are late for the evening meal, would you mind if I took them with me?” Lena spoke so sweetly as she pointedly ignored Fae on the floor.
“Go ahead, I’ll give this one her dinner personally.” Butler’s voice made her shudder, but she took relief in the fact that the other girls wouldn’t be here for what would happen.
“No! It’s my fault! I -” Ebere started to speak and Fae jerked away from Butler’s grip and shouted at her.
“Shut up, Ebere! Go with Lena!” Fae hated the hurt look that passed over the girl’s face, but if it meant she’d be safe and back in the female quarters, it was worth it. Butler slapped her hard for pulling away, and Fae swallowed against the urge to cry. She didn’t even touch her cheek because she didn’t want him to know how much it had hurt. Glancing up through her hair she saw Ebere standing with her fists balled at her sides.
“Come on, Eb.” Sobeska took her arm and pulled her past Fae, and Mei-Li followed them. Lena turned back and grabbed the doorknob as they all stepped outside.
“Sorry for the interruption, sir. Hopefully with your guidance she’ll learn some manners.” Lena smiled and Fae growled at her as she shut the door and left them alone.
“I don’t think you’re capable of learning manners, whore.” Butler grabbed her chin and yanked her head up painfully. “Are you?”
“No.” Fae kept her eyes on his as they widened slightly in surprise and then narrowed as his rage filled him.
She had never obeyed, and she wasn’t going to start now.
“That’s no sir.” He hissed it through his teeth and she pushed down the urge to spit in his face.
“No, sir.” She growled the words back at him and he returned his fingers to her hair, straightening up above her.
“I agree, you’re not capable of being anything more than the slut you were made to be. Now, you’re going to do your best as you suck my cock, or after I come in your throat I’ll just go talk to Nikola about what you did when you finished your chores.” His fist tightened in her hair, “And I’ll check the security footage to see who helped you finish all those rooms, because I know you didn’t do them alone. Then I’ll have you watch as they get exactly what they’ve earned.”
Ebere.
He knew exactly who had been helping her. Hell, Ebere had tried to confess to him. She wasn’t going to let Butler go after her too. Fae reached up and swiftly undid the button on his pants and tugged the zipper down. Then she slipped her fingers into the band on his boxers and paused, “I’ll do whatever you want, sir.”
“Show me.” He pulled her head forward and she yanked his pants down.
“Yes, sir.”
Aug 18, 2015 | New Release, Writing
It’s out! It’s out! HALLELUJAH!
I swear, this took me a ridiculous amount of time to get out and published. BUT! I am very excited to say that those of you that originally met Bryant and Phee in the Twist anthology, now get an entire new book with them! Part I for this release is the original story from the anthology, but Part II is brand-spanking-new and full of BDSM fun, dark & twisty political drama, suspense, action, and – well, more BDSM fun. All for only $1.99 or FREE on Kindle Unlimited! What more could you ask for from these two?!
I originally had only planned to write a 12k-15k extra for the book, and it ended up at almost 30k, making ‘Of Fog and Fire’ a full-length novel in two parts. I just loved the story that was coming out too much to short change you by cutting it off and not following it all the way through. It has a dark flavor at parts for my dark fans, and some great BDSM scenes!
One more thing, and then I’ll shut up. I promise. I just ask/beg/plead (on my knees if you like!) that if you grab a copy, PLEASE leave a review! My review numbers are pretty low across some of my books, and that means the Amazon machine doesn’t show them to new readers, so if you like what I write the biggest favor you can do for me is toss up a quick review! Have you read other books by me? Drop a review on those too! It would absolutely make my day, WEEK, MONTH! *HEART*
Enough chatter about that, lovelies, here are the links to buy and below that is an another sneak peek from Part II!
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B013M17YUM/
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B013M17YUM/
CAN: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B013M17YUM/
Phee walked with him to the elevator and once the doors closed he turned to face her and she felt herself slipping into the undertow; the ineffable pull of Bryant Holbrook. “When we get upstairs, you will strip and kneel in the entryway.” When she opened her mouth he raised a hand to stop her. “And you will not speak without permission. When you do speak, everything will end in sir, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded and he turned away. Guilt ate at her, tearing her apart on the inside that she could have caused even more issues for him, as if being the Chief Adviser to Mitchell Parks wasn’t stressful enough for him, he had to have an uncontrollable, impulsive, mouthy fiancée. It was a short walk down the hall to their door, but it felt like miles. Miles of silence that stretched between them. It was miserable to keep her mouth shut, she sucked at keeping her mouth shut.
She’d already showcased that earlier in the evening.
Dammit, Phee, when will you learn to just shut up and ignore the vultures?
Once they were inside he locked the door and immediately walked away from her. Off into their beautiful apartment, which now held a lot more color than it had when she’d first been there. There was the bright blue rug in the living room, her eclectic collection of pillows on his pristine white couch, the giant crocheted blanket her grandmother had made her which was a motley mixture of colors. He had stumbled into her life, but he had welcomed her into his, and then asked her to become a permanent part of it.
Phee twirled the engagement ring around her finger as she took a breath and began to strip. When her clothes were neatly folded against the wall she knelt on the tile, ignoring the dull ache in her knees because she was quite sure she wouldn’t be there for long anyway – and her knees would soon be the least of her worries. Bryant came out of their bedroom a moment later and she almost groaned at how gorgeous he was. The sleek suit and tie were gone, and now he was standing in front of her with no shirt to cover his delectable chest and abs. Soft, gray pants and bare feet completed her head to toe glance, and she wondered if he could already tell she was turned on. Just being near him generally had her off in fantasyland, imagining him naked and doing all kinds of things with her, and to her – but actually having him half naked in front of her? She didn’t stand a chance.
“We need to have a conversation.” His hard voice snapped her back to reality before she was too far into her daydream. The words made her stomach turn. “When we first got together, you were struggling. You were struggling with dating me in the public eye, with being in the spotlight after the NDF took power, and you made – in your own words – a lot of fucking mistakes.”
“I know, sir -”
“No, Phee, you do not get to speak yet. That just added to your punishment.”
Ahhhh! I know, I’m evil cutting it off just before the fun starts, but maybe that will encourage you to check out the book and catch up on Part I from the anthology so you can get to Part II and find out just what happens for yourself!
As always, I love you all and I’m so grateful for each of you. Hope you enjoy the book!
Jul 26, 2015 | New Release, Writing
Merry Christmas in July!
I’ve had this planned for a loooooong time, and if you’ve been around my website much you may have already read this fun little special from the Thalia series “Christmas at Purgatory”. This story would have appeared somewhere in Book 3 of the Thalia series and takes you on a really fun trip back to Purgatory where Thalia and James spend a very, ahem, *special* evening with Kalen and Maggie. I promise that if you love the characters, you’ll probably love this story too. As long as you’re okay with FF, MFM, and BDSM… but let’s be honest, if you’re on my website you probably are. ^_^
The good news about this little Christmas in July present? It’s FREE! Unfortunately, Amazon is fighting me tooth and nail right now refusing to make it free on their site so I’m linking to a few other sites first, and I’ll make sure to update my website when Amazon finally caves to my aggressive email tactics. If you wanted to help, please click on the link “tell us about a lower price” on the product details page for the book on Amazon and link to one of these other sites!
Aaaand if you’re looking to just be nice and give me a buck (well, less when Amazon takes their cut), or if you’re wanting to help me by reporting the price, here it is for $0.99 on Amazon:
No matter where you choose to get it, I hope you really enjoy the story, and I apologize the newsletter went out late this month! I am planning another short story in the Thalia universe later this year but I have a lot of deadlines to knock out before I get there. I love you guys!
Jul 6, 2015 | Writing |
Ohhhhhh, my lovelies. I have so very very much to tell you.
This might be my first truly “blog-like” post, but it feels necessary because my plans for June/July took an unexpected turn due to some real-life excitement (which I’ll explain shortly). As a result, my writing schedule is completely off track, and my mind is scattered with the various projects I have on the horizon, including the contingencies by eXp Realty, which I’ll touch upon later in this post. But ultimately, life throws curveballs, and we have to seize the opportunities when they arise.
If you’ve ever wanted to know more about me as a person, here’s your chance, then the website will go back to my normal author-y type updates with all the books I’m planning to release this year. I won’t be too detailed, but I feel like it’s only fair to explain where I’ve been and what-the-bloody-hell I’ve been doing, since all of my self-imposed deadlines are FUBAR’d at the moment and so many of you lovelies have messaged me on Facebook and Twitter gently prodding me about various things (which I super love you for), aaaaand here we go.
First, I should explain that I’ve been in the BDSM community for ten years, I’m a sub and a masochist and many people would call me a pain slut (shout-out to my author friend Livia Grant for reminding me to just own the term and stop blushing about it). For those of you that have emailed me to discuss the realistic BDSM elements in my books, we’ve probably already had this conversation, but now it’s out in the open. Ta-da! I’ve got a Dom at the moment who is pretty amazing to be around in general. We are delightfully untitled outside of the Dom/sub roles (I am not his girlfriend, he is not my boyfriend, blah-blah-blah), but he is fun, and his brother had a wedding and he asked me to be arm candy. In Denmark. Yes. Denmark. Copenhagen, to be exact. On the other side of the world from my little apartment in Texas. I wavered on whether or not to go, on whether or not to blow a week’s worth of vacation, figure out arrangements for life stuff, and then I checked myself. My mom currently has stage 4 cancer, she’s doing okay (thanks in advance for any kind words), but mortality has a funny way of making you want to live and I just realized that this was one of those once-in-a-lifetime chances and I’d be a fucking idiot not to go – so, I did. Denmark was nine days of fantastic fun, I was covered in welts and bruises when I got back, drank so much my liver hurt, and I got exactly ZERO writing done on either of the flights or the trip itself despite my best attempts.
Side note: Having your Dom reading your sexy BDSM scenes over your fucking shoulder while you’re trying to write them and listening to him make little thinking noises after every. damn. sentence. is extremely distracting. Having him do this AGAIN when you’re taking a break from hiking fifteen miles in a day, sitting on a bed in a hotel room means that you just give up, destroy your “Keep writing!” mantra, have obscene amounts of sex, and shout “Bring on the party!”.
So, after the epic partying in Denmark which involved a lot of things that I plan to incorporate into books some day (he is deviously clever and quite inspirational when he’s not distracting me from actually fucking writing), I got back to Texas after 22 hours of travel only to have my suitcase lost. For four days. This put me into a conniption of stress because literally five days after I got back from Denmark I was flying to Chicago for a good friend’s bachelorette party since I’m in her wedding. Many thanks to , Sophie Kisker, and Myra Danvers for tugging me back from the proverbial ledge on more than one occasion last week. (I love you ladies a lot). The good news is I got the bag at the last possible moment, stayed up all night doing laundry so I could repack, and made the trip. Unfortunately, the stress of this time, trying to catch up at my “real job”, and yelling at airlines, meant no writing got done that week either. Really, all I can say here is that I’m sorry because I just lost my shit waiting for the suitcase.
However! This July 4th weekend I went to Chicago and got plastered with a good friend and her other bridesmaids (who are pretty awesome themselves), wandered the streets as fireworks went off over Navy Pier, maaaayyybe puked in a trash can like a real lady, and ended up on an extremely delayed flight where I got home around 11:30pm last night.
While sitting at my desk today (when I should have been, you know, working) I was completely distracted by the overwhelming to-do list I have in my author life. I was also wracked with guilt for all the unresponded to emails, tweets, and FB messages that I had left. I also realized that because I never really talked about my life on here, just my writing, that it would be even harder to explain how the fuck my schedule got so out of whack – and I decided to fix that. With this blog post.
So now to the second half of this seriously long blog entry… I have plans, my lovelies, so many plans. And I’m going to tell you about them right fucking now.
I’m currently writing a Part II to the anthology story “Of Fog and Fire” that was released in the Twist anthology in May. It was supposed to just be an extra short, like I put at the end of The Invitation and The Rite, but I just had too large of an idea, and I figured you all would enjoy it, so I’m writing the whole thing. I’m about 16k in, and I have no idea how long Part II will be – but I can’t control my brain. All of the characters just jabber on inside my head, and I do my best to write it all down.
I’ve also mentioned a few times that I have been working on a paranormal romance series. The first book in this series, “Fae”, is done, I got the edits back from my wonderful editor while I was off drinking in Denmark, and I will get to those edits as soon as possible. This is romance, not erotica, there’s a bit of fun sexy time, but not as much as my other books, and while it is dark it is also light, but there’s no BDSM in the series. I do hope you’ll like it, or that you’ll refer friends to it who will enjoy it. I love the story though and can’t help myself.
I have a surprise FREE release for July that I don’t want to spoil for you guys, but I think you’re going to adore it. I just have to bust my ass to get it out ASAP. You’ll love it though. Did I mention it’s free?
If you’ve been following “The Wild Ones” on literotica, I just want to say I’m sorry, because in the midst of my crazy life I have not had a chance to get back to Zora and Zane. Their story is an epic one, and it is one I will finish (I swear) but it’s going to take time, and I’d really appreciate your patience on it.
There is also another anthology coming from The Erotic Collective (a group of fantasmagorical authors I am lucky enough to get to hang out on the internets with) that will have hot BDSM / group sex stories in it and I really really want to participate. I have an idea for this story, but – again – I have to sit down and fucking write it.
On top of ^^^^^alllllllllll that^^^^^ there’s a lovely publisher who likes my twisted dark little brain, and is interested in publishing me. If I, you know, write a book for them. A whole book. It would make me a hybrid author, indie pub and traditional pub, which would be nice. If I go with the current plot I have it will be a post-apocalyptic, dubious consent, BDSM-spanktastic book that I think you all will love.
Also, my graphic designer needs me to get her stock photos. She happens to be my best friend in the world, and so she’s gloriously patient with me, but she’s also reminded me that I have two covers she needs to make – and they don’t just appear out of thin air. My homework tonight is actually to look for stock photos, and instead I wrote this blog entry. As soon as I post it, and tweet/FB it, I’m going to go look for stock photos like a good girl.
So now you know a lot about me, and you got to hear me ramble (which is much like having a phone conversation with me), and I hope this gave you a sneak peek into my life and why some of my goals are a little off at the moment. I’ll get it all done, I always do, I just can’t be honest about times at the moment.
Please keep messaging me, tweeting me, emailing me. It makes my freaking day when I get to talk to any reader, even if it’s just to freak out with you about one of the characters, or an idea, or just to chat about your own thoughts and questions. It makes me feel real, it makes all of this feel real, because there are some days I wake up exhausted and I still can’t believe that I’ve published books, and that people sometimes like to read them. There are days it feels like a dream, and all of you lovely people make it a reality.
And for that, I kinda love you.
xoxo
Jan 21, 2015 | Bloghop, Writing |
Look! Another bloghop event! I’m trying to be all kinds of informative on what I’m working on, as if I’m some kind of serious author. I decided to share another sneak peek at “The Rite” from the upcoming dark anthology, which is so hard because there’s lots of little things that I don’t want to give away for you! Hopefully this whets your appetites!
This is when Heather first meets Neil at a speed-dating event!
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She snapped out of her daze and took her hand from his to brush her hair behind her ears. What the fuck was she going to do? What could she say, what could she – “I’m a witch.”
The words fell out of her mouth and his eyes went wide. Then he started laughing. “Seriously?”
“Actually, yes.” Heather stared at him, tense as she waited to see what he’d do.
“So – what? Are you in, like, a tribe of witches?” He was still grinning at her, and he wasn’t running.
“You mean a coven?” She corrected.
“I don’t know. Do I mean coven?” His smile was intoxicating. Why did he have to be so cute?
“I think so.” Heather found herself smiling back.
“Is a coven like a tribe of witches?”
“…yes. It’s like a tribe of witches.” She laughed. Who hadn’t watched enough Hollywood movies to know the term coven?
“Okay… so – what? Are you in a coven?” He reached for her hand, running his thumb over her palm like he wasn’t concerned at all. He wasn’t acting like she was crazy, or demanding the weird, peppy hostess lady switch them early.
“Yeah. I’m in a coven. With my family.” It was weird to say the truth out loud, and she intently stared at him waiting for a reaction other than this casual acceptance.
He smiled at her, “Well, number 19 the witch, I’m writing your number down because you are the only girl here who is both interesting and pretty.” Then he did, black pen scrawling the numbers one and nine on the first line of his paper.
The bell clanged, and he looked over at the hostess and rolled his eyes. “Write my number down. Come on, do it.” He stood up but he didn’t move away from the seat, his hands braced on the table top. Number 22 was glaring at him. “Come on, 19. Write it down.” He grinned at her, all cocky bravado, and – she did. Her pen carefully marking out the numbers two and one next to each other on the first line. He put his hands together like he was praying and mouthed a ‘thank you’ before he dropped into the chair at the next table.
Why was he thanking her? She winced, guilt racking her already.
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Ohhhhh, the things I want to spoiler here. But I won’t. You’ll just have to read “The Rite” to discover why this story deserves to be in a dark anthology. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed my lovelies!
