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Videos by O created a video (I wrote the script) for Legacy of the Stars!  Here it is:

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The rights on this book reverted to me a couple of months ago, but I was finishing Legacy of the Stars and let it sit in the computer.  I picked it up a couple of weeks ago and am now on the final read-through/polish to resubmit it somewhere.  I think I’ll try Boroughs Publishing, a new publisher with Chris Keesler (formerly of the defunct Dorchester) at the wheel. Or I’ll send to my editor with the request she send it to the Scarlet line.

Here’s the opening of the first chapter:

Chapter  1

The stench of Hell burned 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, with considerable effort and pain, divest himself of his wings, and 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?”  A clawed hand beckoned Charzzel, a demon of the Second Order.  “Look who’s come home.”

Seph shrugged free, vaulting his wings skyward.  The dim, smoky light refracted on 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 grotesque face and take to the air, but it wasn’t Evolz’s fault the demons hated Seph.  Paimon had insured that Salseph was an oddity, a freak.  His appearance and the majestic wings set him apart from the others.  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 fell thick and silky to his shoulders, not the coarse wisps atop most of the demons heads.

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

The demons stank of brimstone and ash.  His creator had only missed one detail in replicating a celestial being.  Like each angel, he possessed his own mysterious scent, the airy fragrance part of his allure.  Unlike an angel, he had no sigil.  A sigil, the angel’s name in Malachim script, was branded in his celestial palm at his creation.  Paimon lacked the ability to bequeath a sigil to his demon son.  The fallen angel had, however, created Seph with irresistible sexual magnetism.

A disgustingly ugly brute bared his fangs, a laugh rumbling from the creature’s slavering maw.  He stumbled into Seph, crushing one of the long white feathers trailing the ash-gray ground.  “Hello, Salseph.”  Two taloned fingers drifted down the feathered arch.  “Wish I had pretty wings.”

He flinched from the malicious caress, folding his wings in a tighter arch.  The creature chuckled. A hot burst of anger ground Seph’s good intentions to dust.  When he’d landed, he’d planned to hurry to his cave, avoiding another senseless confrontation with his brethren.  The fiends detested him no less than he abhorred them.  It was an effort of will to resist a scathing retort.

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

Jealousy and envy gleamed in Evolz’s yellow 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.”  He’d have shouldered by Evolz, but touching the creature repulsed him.

“Coming home from another assignment?”  The high-ranking fiend smirked.

Seph refused to give the other demon the satisfaction of a reply.  He was returning from another demeaning mission with his stomach in a knot and his heart bleeding for a poor human woman whose only sin was loving with him. As he’d been created and commanded to do, he’d left her in emotional ruins. He was shamed and disgusted by the painful tasks he was hard-wired to carry out. Secretly, he longed for a woman he could love and, knowing what he was, she’d love him in return.

“Did you eat her baby or pump a little half-demon into her womb?”  Evolz leered, his glob of a head tilted to the side, his hairy ears wagging.

“I don’t consume human flesh.” Seph shot the monster a disdainful look. “Now, step aside.”

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

Seph flared his wings, striking Evolerzzal and sweeping into a stumbling retreat.  “Sorry, Evolz.”  He drove his wings down hard, rising straight into the sultry, close air.  Voice dripping sarcasm, he said, “I forget how powerful I really am.”

He hovered above the vile blob, his condescending smile, goading Evolz.  The demon glared at him but said nothing, a quick comeback beyond his limited mental capacity.  Why were they all so fiendish?  One of the ogres snatched at his ankle.  Laughing, he flew higher and, still chuckling, soared toward his cavern—the place he hid.  He’d never thought of the dim stone cave as home.  His heart stuttered over raw pain.  He had no home and belonged nowhere.

On a sulfurous breeze, Seph glided to the rocky shelf at the mouth of the cave.  The other demons remained together, the Realm their only habitat.  He’d discovered a large fissure where he could imitate real life, transporting human furniture to Hell and, modifying the chairs to accommodate wings.  Stone walls overcame the heat, the cavern cool and dim.  Mica sparkled in the floor.  He unbelted his travel pack from his waist, tossed the leather satchel on a polished cherry table and sighed.  In a gold mirror, his reflection mocked him.  Sometimes, life didn’t seem worth the living, but there was damned all he could do about it.  He was immortal.  His appearance allowed him no friends among his own kind. On the human plane, he had no contact with men, only women whom he must reduce to begging and tears.

To her detriment, Leslie had loved him. She’d lost her husband, her home, everything she’d been, all because she’d fallen for her ‘angel’. Days, when she was alone, she’d allowed him to come to her, then they became bold. He visited nights when her husband traveled out of town . After almost a year, Hubby’s suspicions had taken them to divorce court.

Guilt haunted the recesses of Seph’s mind. Sometimes, like now, he couldn’t escape it. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done. No, not a whit. His past and future were doors to shame. Memories drove him to a chair by the fire. He let his thoughts wander over the time he’d spent with Leslie.

With her long red hair, green eyes, long legs and shaved pussy, she was as hot as any pinup. Every time, the first time, she wanted it hard and fast—instant gratification. Then she was up for foreplay. She liked to suck his dick. When she did, her mouth expertly caressing his cock almost tossed him to his knees. He opened the door to the past, images and emotions flooding back.

It warms up here, and I’ll stop even though it is an erotic site.  Look for the announcement of the release by whomever of On Wings of Desire.

 

My new taboo book  is now available from Lot’s Cave Publishing! Drop by and take a look!  http://www.lotscave.com/ebooks/author/bianca-swan.php. I enjoyed writing this sci-fi taboo story.  There’s nothing subtle about Legacy – no more than Her Brother’s Wife.  Price is only $4.99.

On Wings of Desire

Not long ago, the rights on this novel reverted to me from DDP, and I set about rewriting and polishing the book. Yesterday, I finished polishing it, but now, after comments on some of my other books, i think I’ll write an Epilogue showing what happened to the characters after the formal ending. So, I’m contemplating an Epilogue.  Problem. I don’t know what happened to them!  So, I’ll put on my thinking cap and come up with some fate for Gloria and Seph, the demon who looks exactly like an angel.

No biggie because I don’t know where I’ll send it once I’ve finished playing around with it.  My TWRP author is too busy to take on another submission at this time, so I’m thinking Boroughs. My friend Toni was accepted by them, but then she doesn’t write erotic content. So, we’ll see what destiny lies in store for On Wings of Desire.

Bianca

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Fall color comes while I pend time promoting M M Mayfield’s second book. And I’m cleaning out my garage so I can replace the door. Life stays busy!

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Patrice has changed her look and gone looking for a job in a club. After having no luck she stops for a donut and some coffee.

Hunger pains reminded her she’d been too nervous to eat before she left her apartment. Fearing she would lose her appetite if she didn’t leave this area now, she made a right turn, then a left and surfaced on a clean street with painted building fronts and well-dressed businessmen and women carrying briefcases and striding down the street.

Then she spotted the green of a Krispy Krème Donut sign. Her stomach growled…

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What the rock god wants, he gets—including her.

Mason ‘Kross’ Khan left the rock and roll stage to connect with the son he never knew existed. He’s used to electrifying crowds and romancing the ladies. Money’s never been an object. He’s not looking for a relationship, but when he meets the saucy brunette at a club, he’s smitten. Danya’s perfect—curvy, smart and has no idea he’s a giant in the music industry. The one-night stand is just what he needs and he’s convinced he’ll never see Danya again—until he attends conference night at the local high school.

Danya Littrell isn’t just his one-night stand. She’s also his son’s art teacher and the woman who sparks his muse. Can he balance parenthood, a relationship with Danya and his music career? Or will his secrets be too much for the relationship to withstand?

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“You seem fine to me.” He held her close once again. “You seem pretty great.”

She tipped her head to the side to look at him. His eyes flashed, then he captured her mouth in a kiss. Electricity shot from her head to her toes. She pressed against him. She’d never been kissed so deeply. Sparks centered in her pussy. He threaded his fingers into her hair and held her tight without crushing her. When he broke the connection, her knees quaked. She sagged into him.

“Damn.” He smiled. “Better than I thought.”

She wanted to say something snappy, but the words weren’t there. Instead, she settled for honesty. “For me, too.”

She draped her arms around his neck. She didn’t want to leave the dance floor or for the night to end. She could almost hear Kelly encouraging her to leave with him and live a little. He hadn’t asked her to go home with him, but the better part of her wanted that to happen.

“I can’t offer you forever, but I want to give you tonight,” he said. He kissed her again then cupped her jaw in both hands. “Very much so.”

“Who needs forever when one night can be everything?”

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Cora Roberts has a plan: move to a new town and make a better life for herself and her son. As a single mom, she’s not looking for a relationship of any kind. But then she never expected to have the sexy Garrett offer her a night of uninhibited pleasure with no strings attached.

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A pair of shirtless cowboys settled onto the stools at table ten in her station. Cora approached and couldn’t help but notice that the man with his back to her had one hell of a sexy back. Could a back be sexy? Because this one was. His muscles were defined, flexing with each slight movement. She had an image of herself dragging her tongue along the clearly distinct line of his spine, right down to the two dimples peeking above the line of his low-slung blue jeans.

She inhaled a steadying breath. Clearly her vibrator wasn’t getting the job done if she was having lusty thoughts about a strange man’s back.

The gentleman was a large guy—had to be at least six feet or taller—with dark chestnut hair peeping from beneath his ivory Stetson. His long, muscular, jean-clad legs were tucked beneath the table. The jeans rode low on his hips, even with the brown leather belt circling his waist, and the material lovingly cupped his behind. It wasn’t one of the flat butts so many men had but firmly rounded to give a woman something to hold on to as he thrust.

Clearly it had been far too long since she’d done the deed if she was envisioning holding on to his sexy butt while he had his way with her. She had to be careful or she’d wind up sleeping with someone she had no business getting entangled with.

The hot cowboy’s friend was an equally big fella. Although, for her at least, he was eclipsed by his friend.

Cora plastered a smile on her face as she rounded the table and faced the two Doms.

“Sirs, what can I get for you this evening?” she asked and finally lifted her gaze up to the man’s face. And holy smokes, what a face. Sinfully handsome didn’t even begin to describe her hot cowboy. Nor the fact that one glance at him made her skin feel three sizes too small.

“You’re new,” the cowboy said, and his voice reminded her of melted dark chocolate. Her gaze dipped from his ‘melt your panties off’ face to his brawny shoulders. Viewing them from the front, suffused with lines of ropey muscles, made tingles tighten in her core. Her gaze lowered to his solidly formed chest, the pectorals well-defined and liberally dusted with fine dark hair. Her mouth watered to taste the flat disks of his dusky brown nipples and then follow the singular line of his happy trail with her tongue over his ripcord abs. She inhaled a steadying breath. What the hell was wrong with her? She flashed her gaze back up to his face. His chestnut hair was shaded with hints of deep auburn and the color extended to the trim beard covering his square jaw. But it was the Dom’s eyes, framed by thick chestnut brows, the sharp cobalt orbs reminding her of the deep blue waters off the bay in Seattle, that caused her breath to catch in her throat. They stared at her, glittering with interest as they gave her body the same studious perusal.

“Perceptive,” she replied, as she attempted to reel her pulse back from its fluttering, thumping madness. Just because she found the cowboy sinfully attractive to the point that all her erogenous zones had taken notice, didn’t mean she could act on said lusts. “My name is Cora and I will be serving you this evening.”

“I’ve not seen you around here. New to the area?” the other cowboy said.

She directed her gaze his way. He was equally attractive, with his fawn-colored hair showing beneath the brim of his black hat and hazel eyes that leaned more toward brown with flecks of emerald and gold. His jaw was clean shaven, a bit more angular, and he had a slight cleft in his chin. The cowboy’s chest was certainly noteworthy, a tad leaner, his build more like a swimmer’s, and dusted with light fawn-colored hair. But this guy didn’t make a five-alarm fire ignite in her nether regions. Which made him safe territory, regardless of the fact that his eyes weren’t all that warm.

She addressed him and said, “Yep. Moved here two weeks ago.”

“From where?” Blue eyes asked and she swiveled her head, feeling her high ponytail swish against her shoulder blades. She was drowning in his stare, pin pricks of heat swarming her system. With a simple glance, the man caused every nerve ending to tingle with awareness. Her breath backed up in her lungs and she had to fight the very real desire to touch him. See if his skin would burn at the touch.

“Seattle. Would you two like anything to drink tonight?” she asked, wanting to steer away from her personal life.

“Quite a long way,” the other cowboy said, his stare assessing her, and she couldn’t help but feel he was attempting to divine all her secrets.

He had no idea. She missed her friends, she missed her tiny little house. She missed home. She shook herself. This was home now, whether she liked it or not.

“It is.”

Blue eyes said, “I’m Garrett and this is Jackson. Why don’t you bring us a bucket of Coronas to start?”

“Absolutely. Hungry? Anything to eat?” she asked.

“Not for anything on the menu.” Garrett gave her a lopsided, sexy grin. Laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his intense gaze. And Cora felt a resounding ache in her core. Smooth. This Dom was a charmer. A panty melting charmer, and by the wicked gleam in his cobalt gaze, he knew how to make a woman scream in ecstasy. And if she was reading correctly into his innuendo, sexy Garrett would only be too happy to show her just how exemplary he was in matters of the flesh.

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