Want a taste of what I'm writing for this year's National Novel Writing Month? Here is the opening scene of Goblin Fires, an erotic romance full of faeries, elves and goblins:
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The warm aroma of blended spices—nutmeg,
cloves, cinnamon and just a hint of black pepper—curled up in tendrils of steam
from the simple blue mug on the table before me. I closed my palms around it, relishing the effusive
heat like a nice hot bath, and inhaled the scent of Talaith's favorite chai tea
with a soft sound of approval.
"Careful, sweetie," Tala
purred in my ear. She had a very
eloquent, very refined accent, and she leaned over my shoulder to sprinkle a
pinch of cocoa powder into my cup.
"Don't want to burn your tongue now, do you? I think I should be very disappointed…"
"Flirt," I accused her with a
smile. I lifted the cup to my lips and
blew gently over the tea, then shut my eyes and took a long, leisurely
drink. I never mind Tala's habit of
teasing. It's a welcome, cozy bit of
humor, pleasing even in its childishness.
She always makes me tea after one of our delicious liaisons. Our familiar ritual, her means of keeping me
a little while longer in a gesture of intimate yet innocent domesticity. She was ever the gracious host.