Thursday, November 29, 2012

Charity Parkerson's New Release - The Adonis

It's no secret Charity Parkerson is one of my favorite authors. Her characters are real and her situations are fascinating. I was honored when she gave me the opportunity to join a blog tour promoting her latest work, The Adonis. It's tremendous and I highly recommend you check it out.

Charity Parkerson


Grecian Fantasies hosts one of the hottest balls in town, a naughty Nobody-Knows-Your-Name masquerade that is not only exclusive, but is also not for the faint of heart.
Pleasure, fantasy, fetish, and vice are all on the menu at this ball. The only thing not up for grabs is the notorious woman behind its creation, but that is about to change.


“I’m Weston,” he said as he wound Rob’s ribbon around his neck, tying it in a neat bow, and making himself appear as a giant unwanted present. “What’s your desire?” Rob started to tell Weston that he desired for him to go away, but a bright yellow feather caught his eye once more, and his gaze found the Goddess across the room.
“I need you to fetch someone,” Rob answered, deciding to use the awkward situation to his advantage.
“Oh, yay, a threesome,” Weston cheered. “May I suggest Mike over there,” he said, pointing to a gigantic man wearing a plain black mask. “He has lumberjack hands,” Weston added cheerfully.
Rob paused. Lumberjack hands? No, he was not going to ask. “What are lumberjack hands?”
“You know, he can wield his . . .” Weston began before Rob waved his hand, cutting him off.
“Never mind, I get the picture.” And he did, too. He would never be able to wash this moment from his mind. Getting back on track before things got out of hand, Rob pointed across the room. “Bring her to me,” he ordered.
Weston’s face fell as he caught sight of the woman to which Rob referred. “I cannot,” he stammered, sounding horrified.
“What the hell? I thought you were supposed to fulfill my desires or some shit?”
Weston seemed honestly distraught over Rob’s aggravation. “I’m sorry. If you ask me to fetch anyone else for a bit of fun, then I am at your service, any service,” he added, raking Rob’s body with his eyes. “However, that is Theadonis and I cannot do as you command.”
“The Adonis,” Rob repeated, sounding ridiculous even to his own ears. “I thought Adonis was a man. That is no man.” As the words left Rob’s mouth, he found himself tilting his head to one side and studying the woman closer just in case he was wrong.
 Weston rolled his eyes. “Not ‘the Adonis.’ Theadonis. That’s her name. She is the owner of Grecian Fantasies.”
 Bio: Charity Parkerson was born in Tennessee, where she still lives with her husband and two sons.  She is the author of several books including twelve Amazon bestsellers. You can like her at Be sure to visit her at  and you can read her blog at
Her “Sinners series” was voted one of the top ten best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Romance Reads
She was named as one of the top three Indie authors of 2012- The Book Connection  
She is a member of The Paranormal Romance Guild, is a Goodreads moderator, a member of Coffee Time Romance, and co-host of The Melissa Craig and Charity Parkerson show.
She won author of the week in August of 2011, and is a three-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath.
You can follow her on Twitter @


Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Neil, The First Gnome In Space by James Andrews

by James Andrews
My Rating 4/5 Stars

I really enjoyed this story about a gnome's desire to travel through space. In it, you see what friendship and teamwork can accomplish in the comical search for a rocket. The illustrations as well are very adorable. I would recommend this book for younger children, or adults who need a quick, heart-felt pick-me-up.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

11:59 p.m. by Amber Norrgard

by Amber Norrgard
My rating 5/5 Stars

11:59 is Author Amber Norrgard’s latest collection and it doesn’t disappoint. I’ve said before that I’m a fanboy of her writing. She has talent that expands with every piece of work she writes. Color of Dawn gave way to In the Gloaming and 4 a.m. Each one moving and honest beyond anything before. 11:59 is no exception. Her first poem hooked me as much as the last. Norrgard’s writing is a journey of pain, perspective, understanding and hope. Though, the emotions are deep you will not leave empty. My favorites are Take My Hand, In Blue, Wrapped Around and The Search for the Eyes of Home for their beauty and raw power. Even if you are not into poetry, give 11:59 a chance. You will be moved, I promise.

Monday, November 26, 2012

An Imaginary Garden

I’d like to be that
Imaginary garden with
Prince toads and
Princess kisses on
The lily pad at dusk
Before the curse is
Permanent -
Leaving battle scars
Of mysticism.

I linked this poem to Real Toad's Open Link Monday.  
Please, go and check out the other great posts!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Divine Intervention by Dionne Lister

by Dionne Lister
My Rating 5/5 Stars

I worried after reading the description that the story would be overly religious in nature. I was wrong and very glad for it. Author Dionne Lister presents a stirring social commentary and message on the state of a stratified world. The greed of some and the great need of others is startling. You will understand something deep about the world for reading, no matter what your political persuasion. Easily one of the best short stories I've read this year.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Poetry Reviews

I'm starting something new on the Spice. I'm adding my book reviews from Amazon and Goodreads. Since, I'm getting a late start I thought I would post the ones I've written for poetry this year along with purchase links.

Nothing Left to LoseNothing Left to Lose by Natasha Head
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It's hard familiarizing yourself with a new poet. I find at times I sink into my favorites and don't explore as much as I should. I'm very glad I moved out of my box and took a chance with Natasha Head. I initially thought the price was a little high but for the volume of poems and the incredible quality it was well worth it. The title "Nothing Left to Lose" exemplifies the writing. Author Natasha Head writes without fear, showing you her opinion of the world, her views and feelings. I would not say it is as political as it is honest. She sees greed, hunger and corruption and she calls it out. There is no sugar-coating. If you want a poetry book that truly says something, Nothing Left to Lose is the collection for you. The only issue I found was with the font size. I increased it by pressing Aa on my kindle, however so it was not a big problem.

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From Where I StandFrom Where I Stand by Robert Zimmermann
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Robert Zimmermann has created a beautiful and moving collection. You can feel from the strength of his words that the poet's whole life has been leading toward it. Zimmermann is above all an honest observer, laying his own struggles bare and appreciating the nature around him. If you want a debut collection that gets stronger with every poem you read, From Where I Stand is for you.

View all my reviews In The GloamingIn The Gloaming by Amber Jerome~Norrgard
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

In the Gloaming, true to its name, captures the best of night and day. Amber Jerome Norrgard brings the brightness of romance and the darkness of her trials together seamlessly. They almost seem one in the same, as they remain distinct and unforgettable. My favorites from this collection are many. The raw passion of Just, the love in With You, the overcoming pain in Guidance all spoke to me profoundly. If you have a heart, and strength enough to open it, you will adore this wonderful collection.

View all my reviews 4 a.m.4 a.m. by Amber Jerome~Norrgard
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I've written in previous reviews how much I appreciate the passion and honesty with which this author writes. Her collection 4 a.m. is no exception. She is raw in her execution, without fear. You do not have to be a woman to understand her pain; you must only be human.

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The Color of DawnThe Color of Dawn by Amber Jerome~Norrgard
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I found this overall, a heartfelt manuscript. I felt the passion in her words and saw her journey as a woman come to life.

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Monday, November 19, 2012

Like a Tree

Like a tree
I have stood my ground
And fallen.

The oak grows boldly
Never knowing of its fate
Becoming fire.

Prompt "Tree" by Haiku Heights

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Not So Singing Fish

I see the planets pink, gold orbs
Surrounding a bipedal fish
Who swam so far to stand
But still, can't sing.
His red eye tells the story
We can't hear.
Adhoc brushstrokes and
The wild lines are music.
Gills convert color into oxygen
Hitting notes heard only from within.
Image Credit: Singing Fish by Joan Miro (1921)

Sunday, November 11, 2012


I hear lost love
In the silence;
Echoes of what were
Possibilities before
My choices anchored me
And I could not move forward
Or fall back in time.

Prompt "Silence"
by NewWorldCreativeUnion

Image Source: New Scientist

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Kindle Voice Guy

And Now an An Erotic Flash Fiction

I had sex with the Kindle voice guy. It was everything I thought it could be. The way his monotone sighs seduced me as he touched my back was unforgettable. His hands moved with the syllabic momentum of his voice, stopping and starting in quick succession. Pressing his up arrow with select aroused him too. I thought of all the books he read to me throughout the past year. I shivered with delight recalling Lewis Carroll and Robert Louis Stevenson. Kindle Voice Guy knew exactly where the g-spot was with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He read the last lines and I lost control, screaming out the names of my favorite authors. “Tolkien, oh, God, yes! Give it to me Kindle! Send your ship to Valinor! Mama needs Dahl’s BFG! Big fucking girth!” The release was tremendous as I cuddled up against his leather case. He pressed all the right buttons and he knew me better than anyone. If only I never had to upgrade…

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

A Promise

I can't promise
If you live for love
You'll never be alone,
Left crying in the dark.

I can't say
Whether you'll go cold
Or hungry for a week
Or month between
Your heartbeats.

I can tell you
There are no regrets,
That every scar is earned,
Catalogued and kept inside
For darker hours.

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

A Play for my Indies

Amazon Private Investigators

Amazon Headquarters
[Detectives DARIAN and O’REILY sit across a desk from each other.
The walls are covered with photographs of various suspects and leads.]
DARIAN: I don’t get it, O’Reily.
O’REILY: What’s that, Darian?
DARIAN: Why don’t these writers give up?
O’REILY: Beats me. I say we got ‘em cornered.
DARIAN: That’s true.  Pretty soon they won’t have any reviews.
O’REILY: Did you track down any leads?
DARIAN: As a matter-of-fact, someone clicked like on a book near the author’s IP address.
O’REILY: That’s going down.
DARIAN: These indies make me sick.
O’REILY: Why’s that?
DARIAN: I don’t know. They just do! Drop it.
O’REILY: There’s got to be more to this.
DARIAN: I said drop it, O’Reily.
O’REILY: [Typing on computer.] Fine, I will. 
[Pause.] I think I have something.
DARIAN: It better be good.
O’REILY: Of course, it is.  This indie had a cousin review her novel.  I bet the scumbag never thought we’d catch on.
DARIAN: I’m starting to think this is more than a job to you, O’Reily.  It seems personal.
O’REILY: Okay, I’ll tell you but it doesn’t leave this room.
DARIAN: Scout’s honor.
O’REILY: When I was a teenager, I dreamed of being the lead singer in a famous band.
DARIAN: Didn’t everybody?
O’REILY: It was different for me, Darian.  I was with a band, a really good one.  We could’ve made it too.
DARIAN: You’re fooling yourself, O’Reily.  We all thought we could.
[O’REILY continues as if he didn’t hear DARIAN.]
O’REILY: We were performing this big gig at the local concert hall.  There was a producer in the audience.  I was psyched.
DARIAN: [Now interested.] What happened?
O’REILY: He didn’t like our sound.  Seeing him walk out on was the worst feeling.  I never got over it.
DARIAN: But you kept playing, right?
O’REILY: No, I gave it up.
DARIAN: Is that why you hate indie authors so much?
O’REILY: What do you mean?
DARIAN: O’Reily, it’s obvious.  You hate indie authors because you hate yourself.  They’re going after a dream you never could.
O’REILY: That’s music, Darian.  It’s totally different.
DARIAN: Is it?
O’REILY: I guess not so much.
DARIAN: Let’s get back to work.
O’REILY: You go ahead.  I’ll be back in a few.
[DARIAN types on the computer for ten seconds or so before he hears someone playing guitar outside the office.]
DARIAN: I’ll be goddamned.

Friday, November 02, 2012

1st Place: 4~Whips Erotica Flash Fiction Turkey Slap

Hello, everyone.  I bet you never thought of me as an erotica writer. Well, you'd be wrong. I won first prize in a flash fiction contest for just that: erotica. It's a story about gnomes no less. Better yet, it's free on Smashwords. So, give it a download and read the other great winners too.

Thursday, November 01, 2012

Tribute to a Lantern

The cage can’t hide
Your light inside.
Iron bars and glass
Will break for you.
Rusted ceilings
Collapsing into sky,
Let stars shine
With your eyes.
Photograph by ©Susie Clevenger 2012
Check out more awesome photography on her blog, And There Is More