P.L. Parker

P.L. Parker

Friday, December 9, 2016

And you thought Christmas was tough! Free Read - The Christmas Diary

I can't let a Christmas go by without doing a little promo for my free read, The Christmas Diary.  I hate to admit it, but some of the gifts were based on gifts I actually received - well maybe not exactly, but the feeling was the same.  Anyway, this is a short read and free!  

And you thought Christmas could be tough!



Sunday, November 27, 2016

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire...

How many of you have really ever eaten a chestnut?  Heard about them all my life, but don't think I've ever actually eaten one.  Love nuts as a rule, but these don't grab me.

Jack Frost nipping at your nose.  Cute kid but needs some seasoning.

Yuletide Carols being sun by a choir! Have to admit it, I loved caroling!  Went all the time when I was young.  Too bad that more of it isn't done today!

And folks dressed up like eskimos!

Don't know where I'm going with this - I just love the song and I'm looking forward to Christmas!  Anticipation is the best!

Anticipating the release of my lasted, Breeder Slave.  I've had a cover artist prepare a cover in hopes I can use it.  What do you think?

Sunday, November 20, 2016

It's All Turkey to Me!

Ahhhhhh, Thanksgiving! A day to eat myself into oblivion - at least with good reason.  This year is going to be an especially food-filled day.  We start with brunch at my middle son Travis' house, where afterwards we will have Tannis with us so the kids can begin the Black Thanksgiving/Friday free-for-all.  Then on to McGraths for an early dinner as our oldest son has to work and if we don't go over there and have dinner with him, he will miss out on the festivities.  I am just doing my part to promote the family spirit.  Only thing for me to do is make the pies, which I enjoy so this will be a great Thanksgiving I'm thinking.  

Oh, and did I mention, as of November 30, I am retired so that is a big thing to be thankful for among all my other blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

Sunday, November 6, 2016

And now on to Thanksgiving!

Halloween has come and gone and now on to Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving this year is an interesting one for me! I have notified work that I will be retiring as of November 30.  I'm happy, sad, excited, nervous - a whole gamut of emotions, but most of all, thankful for the family I have who have made it possible for me to retire. The last three years have been tough ones for me.  I lost both my parents and my husband was undergoing chemotherapy for Hodgkins Disease, so I had to work at being thankful, but I'm thankful for so much and do appreciate every blessing I have, my family, my friends, my home, all the things that truly make my life what it is.  If I don't visit before, Have a Happy Thanksgiving and give your loved ones a hug and tell them you love them.


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Halloween - Vampire or Werewolf????

Vampire or Werewolf!  Which would I choose?

Vampires have titillated the imaginations of the public. Vlad the Impaler was a feared warrior who led his armies against the Turks.  (Of course he was born in Transylvania, the stomping grounds of the vampire.) It was said he drank the blood of those he vanquished.  Bram Stoker’s Count Dracula, portrayed as an intelligent if evil seducer, fueled the public’s interest in these denizens of the dark. Murnau's 1922 "Nosferatu” could hardly be considered seductive but the movie did again fuel the public’s interest. The legend of the vampire exists in many cultures in various forms.  Most often as demons of the night rising to suck the blood of the unwary.

Vampires have the ability to shapeshift, turn into mist, fly through the air, see like a cat in the dark, and have extended lives.  Their big drawback is the fact that they have to drink blood, and preferably on the hoof – and human. Kind of takes the thrill out of meeting one. I’m also afraid of heights so soaring through the air would probably cause my bat wings to droop and I’d crash to the earth. Fangs would also be a problem.  Who really wants to kiss someone with huge fangs and talking would take practice.  Bad breath is also an attribute the vampire are said to have.  Modern writers have transformed some of the evildoers into sexy defenders of the unwary – which isn’t all bad.

The popular definition of werewolf or lycanthrope is a man who transforms himself or being transformed into a wolf under the influence of full moon, although modern writers have stretched the werewolves’ abilities to include shifting whenever they want.  During the shift, werewolves will attack anything in sight and rip it to shreds.  Remember Lon Chaney, Jr.?  He portrayed the Wolf Man in several early films.  Thoughts of Lon Chaney don’t cause my heart to flutter, but I have to admit, Taylor Lautner in the Twilight series, though young, is easy on the eyes.

“The first recorded Werewolf sighting took place around the countryside of German town Cologne and Bedburg in 1591. An age-old pamphlet describes those shivering moments vividly. Few people cornered a large wolf and set their dogs upon it. They started to pierce it with sharp sticks and spears. Surprisingly the ferocious wolf did not run away or tried to protect itself, rather it stood up and turned out to be a middle-aged man he was Peter Stubbe from the same village.” See http://alam25.tripod.com/first.htm

A few methods to become werewolves (though not all):
Curse: An ill fated man could become victim of witchcraft or fall under curse of evil spirits. The person then would involuntary turn into werewolf.
Bitten by Werewolf: Another common believe was that any one could become one if saliva of a werewolf could find a way to blood stream; might be from bite or scratch.
I love dogs but being the mate of one—not really and waking up with one next to me doesn’t cause happy chills up and down my spine. 

So, do I prefer vampires or werewolves—hmmmm—I’d have to throw in my lot with the vampires if a choice has to be made. Maybe with a whole vat of mouthwash, I could handle the situation.

I guess that is why I wrote Absolution!  I made my vampire Zaccarius an entity who fights the demon tearing at his soul and Chloe, one of the forgotten, who tries to exist in modern society. 

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Sunday, October 2, 2016

It's October - Time for Some Vampire...Love?

Witches and ghosts, and things that go bump in the night.  It's the month of October, the month of Halloween.

Check under your beds, behind closed doors and in the dark corners. If you're lucky, you won't find anything.  If not.....

And during Halloween month, what could be better than some Vampire love?

Absolution - Excerpt:

.The huge warrior, Zaccarius, stalked forward, shoving him aside.  Chloe hissed, barring her fangs at the intruder, her eyes glazed with heat. 
“Stay away!” She spat, raising clawed hands.
A grim smile twisted the warrior’s lips.  “Do not fight me, little one!”
Quick as lightening, she struck out, clawing a shallow red gash across his chest.
Zaccarius’ lips thinned.  “It will go better for you if you do not fight me!”
Chloe slashed again, flitting across the room.  “Get away!” she screeched, “afore I kill ye!”
Determined, he pursued her, gliding easily out of reach when she attacked.  She feinted to the side and then spun, slashing the air.
“I will hurt ye,” she growled, spitting defiance.
“I suspect you’ll try.”
“I do not want to,” she whispered, but struck again. 
Zaccarius detected a forlorn glimmer peeking from the depths of her heated eyes.  She wasn’t fighting to win.  She was fighting to protect him.  Inwardly, he grinned.  The skirmish was almost over.
Forced into a corner, she crouched, ready to spring.  The moment her eyes drifted, seeking an escape, he pounced, wrestling her to the ground and pinning her while she thrashed and kicked, raking his back with sharpened nails.  She fought as a wild thing, arching back and bucking, attempting to dislodge him.  The cords of her neck strained with tension as she snapped at his neck, pinching skin as her fangs found tissue.  So inhumanly strong, but so utterly female! 
With her every motion, his body reacted.  Long forgotten needs surfaced – needs he’d not felt since he was human.
With one expert flip, he threw her over his shoulder and marched into a nearby bedroom.  Flicking the bolt across, he locked the door behind him and tossed the little wildcat onto the huge bed.  Bouncing up, she flew at him, claws extended, going for his face.  He caught her effortlessly and tossed her back.  Now that she was removed from the dimwitted duo and their female cohort, he was enjoying the strenuous encounter.  She would not give in easily and he exulted in her uncontrolled attack.  It had been too long since he’d enjoyed the tender caresses of a lusty female - albeit an unwilling one.  And given time and the right instruction, she would make a powerful adversary in the war against the dark ones.  He just needed to convince her.
Chloe!” he barked.  “Stop!  Remember who you are!”
“Nay,” she growled, hissing like a furious cat.  “Tis too late!”
She launched herself at him, using the bed as a springboard.  In a blur of motion, he threw up a forearm, covering his face.  They collided with a loud thump, going down in a writhing heap of fangs and slashing claws. Rolling over, he held her prone while she thrashed, snarling, snapping and mouthing epithets.  Held thus, he studied her, entranced by the fine texture of her silken skin, the pert well-formed nose and full, luscious lips, stretched now over extended canines.  Tiny but exquisite, she was rounded in all the right places.  Her breasts, flattened against his chest, were full and soft, and he longed to caress them, licking the nipples to taut peaks.  Lodged between her thighs, he waited for the storm to pass.
Unexpectedly, she lunged upward, piercing his throat. As she drank, he experienced a brief moment of discomfort and then his mind burst as soul-wrenching sexual need flooded his being, burgeoning up in uncontrolled waves of primitive heat.  His fangs descended.  A red haze blurred his vision. 
Chloe stiffened, pulling back.  Stunned and horrified, eyes flaring, she gasped, lush lips trembling with fear and humiliation.
“I didst not mean such,” she whispered, tears glistening in her incredible eyes.  “Ye must destroy me afore I hurt the innocent.”
“But you didn’t,” he rasped, his voice guttural with need.  “Even in blood lust, you didn’t hurt anyone.”
“But I attacked ye and took blood,” she cried, stricken. 
He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of lilies.  “We are what we are,” he murmured, licking her throat with sensual intent.  “We didn’t choose this life, it was thrust on us.  What matters is how we continue.  Taking blood is the only way to survive, but we don’t have to kill to do it - and none need to remember us afterwards.  I’ll teach you how.”
“Ye canst not teach me what I doest not wish to know.”
The temptation to sample her body becaume an almost overwhelming need, but kissing her was the only possible response considering the circumstances, and he did so, parting her lips and ravaging her mouth.  His blood lingered on her tongue, spicy and seductive.  The stiffness of her body lessened, curving deliciously against him. He pressed the attack, relishing her subtle response even as she fought to deny him.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Doing the Happy Dance

Just doing the Happy Dance!  My latest manuscript, Breeder Slave, has been accepted for publication by New Concepts Publishing.  This is the sequel to The Chalice and is the story of Leah and Moira, two human females taken by the Chiagan-Se as prospective brides.  

Had a good time writing this though it took me much longer than usual.  Family issues kept me from writing as regularly as I would have liked to do. But end result - the manuscript is finished and accepted!

Looking forward to receiving the cover art and the release date.  I'll keep you updated!