Saturday, November 27, 2010

Reached my Goal


Finally completed the story burning in my soul, which flew out my fingertips.

Now for a nap and coffee. Lots of coffee, then nap.

Oh, what's the name of the novel? Black Rose Warning. Soon to be submitted to a publisher near you.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Ruby's Deadly Secret






















The second book in the Sheryl Locke Holmes Mystery Series is available Tuesday, November 23 in five different formats. Yippee!



Sheryl Locke Holmes: Book 2: Ruby's Deadly Secret

$2.99

Available November 23, 2010

by C.L. Exline

What do you get when you add a ruby, diary, secrets, and a mansion? A motive for murder. Sheryl Locke Holmes and her best friend, Dot Watson, have been offered an exciting opportunity to explore Bridgeside, a Victorian mansion, to search for items for their antique shop. Their adventure is short-lived when they discover a diary containing dark secrets and a newspaper clipping with a warning written in what appears to be blood. They get trapped in the attic, Dot is attacked and they find out the owner died inside the house. As if that isn't enough, Jake is spotted with another woman. Clues are pointing to Sheryl as the next target, no matter who gets in the way.


Excerpt from Ruby's Deadly Secret

by C.L. Exline


Sheryl gazed into Jake's eyes and caressed his cheek. "I'm sorry for overreacting. For a brief moment, I thought I had lost you. I know better, but I'd just been with Mrs. Wallace and listened to how much her husband's betrayal had hurt her. I wasn't thinking, not with my head. Forgive me."

"Take your hands off of me!" yelled a voice in the distance.

Sheryl and Jake looked over to see Dot being physically escorted out of the restaurant.

"Madam!"

"Look, you little toad, take your hands off of me."

"I better intercede before Dot gets physical." Jake hurried to smooth things over. "Lawrence, it'll be okay. I'll take over."

Lawrence let go of Dot, but glared at her before facing Jake. "She and that blonde friend of hers are not welcome in our establishment. Both are troublemakers. We run a reputable business and cannot have altercations disrupting our patrons."

"Like I care to go back in! I wouldn't go in that rat hole if my life depended on it," Dot said and rubbed her arm. "You better hope I don't get bruises from your manhandling me."

The man snorted before stomping back into the restaurant.

"You didn't hit Lisa, did you?" Jake asked.

"Lawrence wouldn't let me."

NaNo participant









Yep my friends, I'm participating in the NaNoWriMo contest. I'm typing like crazy.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Halloween Shadows























Halloween Shadows


By Cassie Exline


“How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” John said. “The costume is perfect for you. Now face the mirror and hold up your hair, I have a trinket for you to wear.”

“I’m surprised by your choice of outfit—Marie Antoinette. Off with her head! The last thing I want to do is give that murderer who’s been killing women all over town any ideas. No one sees anything but a man’s shadow.” She shuddered.

“You don’t have a thing to worry about.”

“So glad this gathering is an early one. This Halloween shadow killer gives me the creeps. All these parties have set him off on a murdering rampage. Halloween does crazy things to people.”

“Stand in front of the mirror and let me put this around your long slender neck.”

“Wonderful.” She scooped up her hair and held it in place with one hand. “With this low neckline, I needed a pendant or something.”

“This will be perfect. Hold still, I have to tie this just so.”

Nodding, she watched. “It’s a choker, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my dear,” he whispered in her ear. “Choke-her.”


***



Doors locked, blinds drawn, and metal bars up, John turned on every television set in his appliance store so each flickered with news reports from different networks.

“Another victim was found strangled in her apartment. No signs of forced entry. A neighbor claimed to have seen a shadow and blamed it for the Halloween murder.” The anchorman stared into the camera. “Ladies, be extra careful. Halloween isn’t over.”

Another TV anchor announced, “What we are about to show is graphic and not for the squeamish.” Photo after photo of crime scenes flashed across the screen.

John smiled and dropped his work shirt to the floor. His jeans slid to his ankles as he focused on the pictures. His hand stroked and a sigh escaped him.

“The police are baffled. Nothing connects these victims. Neighbors have not seen any strangers lurking around. If anyone out there has any information, please phone the authorities.”

Faster his hand pumped. His breathing deepened. Rasped. Power surged through him. No one would ever connect the brand new television sets in each victim’s apartment. Business was booming. He trembled with delight when the next commercial featured his shop. His hand blurred.

Pain... his grip too tight, stroke too fast... he wanted to savor his moment, he thrived on it and reveled in the actuality of last night. His pace slowed as he relived the feel of the silk to his hands, the tension as the cord bit into creamy flesh, the tiny bubbles on her lips. His fist pounded as he envisioned the dark fabric against pale milky skin, the blood red ruby swaying in the valley of her breasts, her shocked reflection, the life fading from her brilliant green eyes.

His breathing was shallow, short bursts of air puffed from his lips. His eyes glazed; they always did when he relived the moment. In his head, he replayed the words of the different anchormen, anything to prolong his feelings of triumph. “Each victim was strangled by a silk cord... no signs of forced entry... neighbor saw male shadow... no strangers lurked...police seek connection between the victims.”

The absurdity sent a rush of triumph through his body; he shot across the room. His seed landed on a TV screen just as the last victim’s photo was shown. Gratification soared, then faded. He needed more.



***

“Sit here, before the mirror, and move your hair out of the way, my sweet. I have a bauble for you.”

“I’m surprised by your choice of costume—Marie Antoinette. Isn’t that what that last dead woman was wearing?” She shuddered.

“Who remembers such things?” He smiled.

“Don’t you think it’s odd that the party is being held so soon after the last Halloween shadow murder?”

“Nonsense.”

“I hope no one else is dressed like me.”

“You won’t see another woman wearing that costume.”

She grinned at his reflection and arched an eyebrow. “Have you had many women?”

“You make an even dozen. Hold your hair up, my dear.” He stared into the mirror. “I do love a woman with a long slender neck.”

“A choker! Is the ruby real?”

“Look into my eyes.”



The End

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Blue Light Halloween -- Free Read






















Blue Light Halloween

By Cassie Exline

I hide, waiting for her arrival. Halloween and a full moon mean she’ll be here at the lake. I’ve been watching her for three years. Every full moon she appears. Every Halloween she ... I hear footsteps, leaves crunch, a limb snaps. She’s near. The hairs on my arms stand on end.

I should be afraid of her sniffing my maleness, but I’m not. I want her to possess me.

They are close. I can hear the murmuring of their voices.

“I never knew there was a lake here,” he says. “Are we going swimming?”

“Much later. I enjoy a dip after sex.”

He chuckles.

I should warn him. Instead, I watch her lead him to the water’s edge. With a wave of her hand, the full Halloween moon beams down upon them. She glows in the brightness. Her golden hair sparkles while her head moves to and fro. She hums a lullaby-like tune.

She gathers the edges of her cloak in her fingertips, spreads her arms and lets the garment drop behind her.

Moonlight courses the curves of her nude body. He disrobes. Through binoculars I watch with envy as the man reaches out and pulls her close.

He tweaks her nipples until the nubs are hard as pebbles. His greedy mouth suckles while his hands knead her breasts.

He drops to his knees, raking his fingertips across her abdomen while moving downward. I almost stop breathing as he makes his way between her legs and opens her pussy. His grunts and moans are all I hear while he wallows in her musky scent.

She arches her back, and her long hair drapes behind her, touching the blades of green grass. Her fingers entwine in his hair as he burrows and slurps at her nectar.

He suddenly stops and stretches out on the grass. She straddles him, and guides his cock inside her. As she rides him, her arms stretch toward the moon. Her breasts bounce as her hips pump.

Through the glasses, I can see a glossy sheen covering her body. Her butt cheeks clench. Her toes dig into the earth for leverage.

As their passion rises, a blue light encases them. He cries out in ecstasy. Her softer moans follow. The light pulsates.

His hands grab her waist and his heels dig into the ground as he pounds into her. His body jerks. I know he’s shooting his cum into her cunt.

“Yes, oh god yes!” he cries. His body slows. The jerking stops. The spasms subside.

She stretches her body over his. Her hair fans around her, concealing him. Everything is silent.

A screech owl calls out. She stands. Nothing of the man remains. A blue glow hovers around her as she wades into the water to bathe. This is the time to safely escape, before the light vanishes, but my hard cock wants her. I listen to her splash about in the water.

I take one more look before I go. She turns; her gaze fixes on me. It’s too late to run, even if I wanted to.

The End

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Free Reads

With the weather changing and a need for a bit of warming, be sure to check out my free reads. Some are available for a limited time. Enjoy!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Received a blog award -- yippee






All this tweaking and blog fixing upping, paid off. I was thrilled to receive the blog award from Holly. Thank you, Holly!

How to Beat the Heat

One way is to write stories about snow or so I thought. But things heated up with the characters. Then the snow melted and... well, I'm here to report everyone had a real good time, including the author. Bare bottoms up!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Tweak, tweak, tweak

Imagine my surprise to log in to blogger and find all the new options to make my blog shine. So, I've been searching for photos, reviews, and free reads. I'm also going to have a FlashFest open to all authors. Come one, come all. I better get busy -- tweak, tweak, tweak.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Phobias -- what's yours

What's your phobia or phobias? Come on, share with me. I'll go first, I have a couple phobias. First is mice. I know those furry little beasties can't hurt me, but do they have to scurry all over my kitchen?? (((shudders))) Don't mind heights or small places (I like to snuggle) Snakes are disgusting, spiders are okay, but good heavens the phobia that will give me nightmares and I've used it in several of my books -- CLOWNS!! Wouldn't that give you a nightmare? eeeeeek


Thursday, February 4, 2010

Avoid Writers Hell & Avoid Writers Hell Chatters

If you haven't heard of Avoid Writers Hell and you're a writer, you don't know what you're missing. It's an awesome loop group on yahoo. Our awesome leader, Faith Bicknell-Brown, plus Tess, Lex and Laura post lessons and allow us to work on problems and pump them for tips to improve our writing.

Avoid Writers Hell Chatters is just what it sounds like, we chatter about everything. Because we are real people, we need a place to vent about everything. No holds barred.

We have a wonderful & talented member, Emmy Ellis, who creates an AWH magazine, which features our successes, short stories, an advice column, and so much more. It's so cool!! Here's the link: http://en.calameo.com/books/00014901489ffedfc2bf9

That link is for the second issue which just debuted.

This link: http://authorsalacart.com/awh/ will allow you to view both issues and visually introduce you to the awesome ladies I mentioned. And if you want to join us on the loop group whether for lessons or chattering, links are there for that too.


Join us and become an AWH Puppy.

Number 15 in P&E Poll

Amber's Mysterious Death came in number 15 on the recent Preditors & Editors Poll. So cool! If you haven't read it, shame on you. lol Go to Wild Child Publishing and buy your copy now. NOW!