Horny Hump Day Blog Hop

Three Sentences!  Here they are (there a lots of others in Hot Spanish Nights): (Visit the HSN page here on the blog for a trailer, blurb and excerpt)

 As if she were a magnet and he metal, his mouth returned to her neck, her breasts. His swollen cock twitched against her thigh, the sculpted head smearing a delicious drop of precum.

“Your father will kill me,” he muttered against her tit.

http://www.hornyhumpday.com/

Rejoneadors and Bullfighting

In Hot Spanish Nights, the hero Damian Xeres is a master horseman and a rejoneador — those brave men who fight the fierce Iberian bulls on horseback.  The photo is how I imagined Damian.  Hot huh?

The links are to videos of rejoneadors in action!

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=8251327

Rejoneador and Palomino stallion (most likely Lusitano).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTYWw3f7kx8

Pablo Hermoso

 

 

 

A wall painting unearthed at Knossos in Crete, dating from about 2000 BC, shows male and female acrobats confronting a bull, grabbing its horns as it charges, and vaulting over its back.

The art of bullfighting on horseback, as currently practiced in Portugal, where it is called toureio equestre and in Spain and Mexico, where it is called rejoneo, claims a direct origin to the Iberian Peninsula, having developed from Middle Ages war exercises, particularly the cavalry.

Coridas mixtas are also popular, where a rejoneador and two matadores (or a rejoneador, matador and novillero – the last of which is an apprentice matador) perform.

Bullfighting in Spain traces its origins to 711 A.D. The first bullfight took place in celebration for the crowning of King Alfonso VIII.  In Spain, an estimated one million people each year watch bullfights.

Until King Felipe V, who took exception to the sport) banned the aristocracy from participating, the sport belonged to the nobility. The King believed that aristocrats in bullfights set a bad example to the public.  Commoners enthusiasticlly adopted the sport, but since few could afford horses, took the fight to the ground, confronting the bull on foot, and modern corrida began to take form.

Today’s bullfight is much the same as it has been since about 1726, when Francisco Romero of Ronda, Spain, introduced the estoque (the sword) and the muleta (the small, more easily wielded worsted cape used in the last part of the fight).

During a performance, rejoneadores often ride several horses:

• A parade horse – physically      attractive and disciplined
• A horse for the first tercio      (entrance of bull) – very fast and brave.
• A horse for the second tercio      (banderillas) – fast, agile, and a natural instinct for fooling the bull
• A horse for the third tercio      (death of bull) – very steady

Bullfighting horses are highly trained to swerve instantly, yet remain calm when charged by a fierce, angry bull.  The must possess an extreme dose of bravura, agility, and obedience.

A  rejoneador’s usual costume consists of a dark waistcoat (usually brown or grey), brown leather chaps and a broad, straight-brimmed hat.

 

I absolutely love this picture and thought I would share.  It would be a great cover for my WIP, now titled, Wings at Midnight.  Currently polishing and editing.  Wings at Midnight is about a demon created as an exact replica of an angel.

Powers or Authorities

The “Powers” collaborate, in power and authority, with the Principalities (Rulers).  The Powers are the Middle Triad shared with the Dominations and the Virtues.  The Highest Triad consists of the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones.  In the Lowest Triad, you find the Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

The Powers are the bearers of conscience. the keepers of history and warrior angels created to be completely loyal to God.  It is said that no Power has ever fallen from grace, but another theory states that Satan was the Chief of the Powers before he fell from grace. The duty of these angels is to oversee the distribution of power among humankind.  The Chief of their Order is Cam-ael, who bears scrutiny as he exemplifies that wavering path between good and evil.  His name means “He who sees God.”  Yet in his darker mode he is identified as a Duke of Hell.

In Celestial Sin, Cam-ael is the hero and a good guy.  The Fallen have again attacked and the Second War in Heaven has begun.  The angel is wounded in battle and plummets to earth and into the arms of a woman.  For the first time in his existence, he is tempted by yearnings he considered the province of Man.

Blurb:

Early on Essie McBane set her standards high and waited for true love. She never expected the answer to her prayer to literally fall from heaven in the shape of a warrior angel with chestnut curls and a heavenly body. As much as she’d love to teach the divine creature a thing or two about sex and lust, can she be responsible for leading him into temptation?

Sinfully handsome Cam-ael, an angel , is wounded in the second war between heaven and hell and plummets into Essie’s arms. But Cam knows he must return eventually, no matter how much he likes the material pleasures of earth. Not to mention those he’s found with Essie. But when a demon locates his hiding place and his mortal feelings for Essie, will Cam learn the true meaning of the word sacrifice?

The sexy cover, excerpt and book trailer are on the Celestial Sin page–check it out while you’re visiting!

Best of March!

The first chapter of Celestial Sin and the sexy cover are up for Best of March at http://2707165.polldaddy.com/s/best-of-mar-2012.  I would very much appreciate votes!!  Visit the Celestial Sin page here for an excerpt, book video and reviews!   Celestial Sin was Top Ten in the Preditors & Editors Awards.

An Excerpt of my Current WIP – Midnight in Eden

The stench of Hell stung Salseph’s nostrils.  Lost Souls¸ how he hated to return home.  For all his trials on Earth, he preferred the human realm to this insufferable place.  In the mortal plane, he could glamour, hide his wings and actually feel as if he belonged, at least for a time.

Evolerzzal, a slimy glob of green flesh, grabbed Seph’s shoulder as he passed into the gloom of the Demon Realm.  “Well if it isn’t Salseph the Beautiful.  What are you doing here amongst us humble creatures?”  With a clawed hand, he beckoned Charzzel, a demon of the Second Order.  “Look who’s come home.”

Seph shrugged free, arched his wings.  The dim, smoky light refracted off his feathers, and the movement immediately drew the attention of every demon in sight.  His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching.  He yearned to drive his fist into the monstrous face and take to the air, but it wasn’t really Evol’s fault that the demons hated him.  Paimon had insured that Salseph was an oddity, a freak.  His appearance and the majestic wings set him apart from the others of his kind.  Hell, there were no others of his kind.  In all of Perdition, he was the only demon who looked like an angel.  His face was handsome, his body lean and muscled—the body of a man, not a monstrosity—his blond hair thick and silky.

“I smell angel,” a low-ranking atrocity shouted, his high-pitched voice rasping like sandpaper on Seph’s nerves.

The demons stank of brimstone and ash.  Salseph’s creator hadn’t missed a single detail in replicating a celestial being.  Like an angel, Seph possessed an individual, mysterious scent, the airy fragrance part of his allure.

A disgustingly ugly brute pretended to stumble, crushing one of the long white feathers trailing the ash-gray ground.  “Hello Salseph.”  Two fingers with sharp talons drifted down his wing.  “Wish I had pretty wings.”

Seph’s stomach clenched.  He flinched from the touch, arching his wings high.  A laugh rumbled from the creature.  The fiends detested him as much as he abhorred them.

“I think he’s hideous,” a demon in the shadows called.  “Angels are our enemies.  Every time I look at him, I want to draw sword.”

Jealousy and envy gleamed in Evol’s red eyes.  The demon reeked of the Pit.  Sulfur wasn’t an enticing perfume.  “Now, who would want to spit our lovely Salseph on a sword?”

“Let me pass.” Seph would have shouldered by Evol, but he didn’t want to touch the creature.

“Coming home from another assignment?” Evol smirked.

Seph refused to give the other demon the satisfaction of a reply.  He was returning from another demeaning mission with his guts in a knot and his heart bleeding for a poor human woman whose only sin was falling in love with him.

“Did you eat her baby or pump one into her womb?”  Evol leered, his glob of a head tilted to the side, his hairy ears wagging.

“I don’t consume human flesh.  Now step aside.”

“Or you’ll do what?  Report me to Paimon?”

Seph flared his wings, striking the demon and knocking him back.  “Sorry, Evol.”  He drove his wings down hard, rising straight into the sultry, close air.  Voice dripping sarcasm, he said, “Sometimes I forget how powerful my wings are.”

Wings rising and falling slowly, he hovered over the grotesque blob.  Why were they all so fiendish?   One of the monsters tried to capture his ankle.  Laughing, he flew higher and, still chuckling, soared toward home—the place he lived.  He’d never thought of the dim stone cavern as home.

Angelic Orders

In Celestial Sin (see the page here for a blurb, excerpt and reviews), the hero is the angel Cam-ael of the Order of the Powers.  Here is a little information about that order of angels:

Powers or Authorities

The “Powers” collaborate, in power and authority, with the Principalities (Rulers).  The Powers are the Middle Triad shared with the Dominations and the Virtues.  The Highest Triad consists of the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones.  In the Lowest Triad, you find the Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

The Powers are the bearers of conscience. the keepers of history and warrior angels created to be completely loyal to God.  It is said that no Power has ever fallen from grace, but another theory states that Satan was the Chief of the Powers before he fell from grace. The duty of these angels is to oversee the distribution of power among humankind.  The Chief of their Order is Cam-ael, who bears scrutiny as he exemplifies that wavering path between good and evil.  His name means “He who sees God.”  Yet in his darker mode he is identified as a Duke of Hell.