Welcome to my blog! I'm hoping to tantalize you just enough so that you'll be ready to snatch up the book once it's finished. :) I will be telling you things about the characters. And posting snippets that I'm particularly proud of. So keep watch, right here! :) I am currently working on my first book, Waiting - If true love lasts forever and one of them dies, then what? And am plotting the two that will be asides to it. Watching - Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And, Wanting - Wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one fills up first. Of course, those are all tentative... ;) I'm hoping this page will show you enough about me and my writing that you'll be ready to snatch up the book once it's finished. :) I will be telling you things about the characters. And posting snippets that I'm particularly proud of. So keep watch, right here! :) In addition to my work in progress I have edited quite a few books, which appear on Amazon: Whisper On A Scream, Willing Sacrifice, Hunger (Bad Things), A Winter's Grave, Maple Lane Manor, Home for Retired Supernaturals, Candyman, Smooth Like Latte (Something New on the Menu), Sugar Daddy (Something New on the Menu), Hell's Mercenary (Intervening World Chronicles), The Fights of Summer, Tickled Pink, Tessa's Dilemma (The "Tess" Series), Menage A Tess (The "Tess" Series), Captivate And Control, Mystical Mayhem, Phone Sex (Naughty Hot Shots), Addicted, Reborn, Birthday List, What Happens in the Booth, Redemption (Samuel Elijah Johnson Series), Black Heart (Black Heart Series), Solstice (Advent Mor Series), To Get with Stephanie, Forgetting About What Happened, Master of the Inn (The Pleasure Inn Series), Indulging the Professor (The Pleasure Inn Series), Inn for the Holidays (The Pleasure Inn Series), Campus Sexploits Deux.ttp://www.amazon.com/Annabelle-Crawford/e/B00DBEZ08O/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3?qid=1373237715&sr=1-3
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
By the time I return from feeding, Anders has gone. And I know that Dafyd has retired as his eveningtime candle has already been doused. The full moon hanging sad and lonely just above the line of the trees. The crickets and frogs lending their song to the peaceful scene. I sit beneath his window for a while. Just to be near him and to listen as the soft rumble of his snores plays counter-melody to the gentle thrum of nature.
This one. I am utterly drawn to this one. And it is not from his pails that I seek drink. The sweat from his labors tickles my nose. So close! The strong vein at his throat pulsing a hypnotic beat. I breathe him into my body and my tongue and teeth can already imagine the sweet puncture of skin.