Thursday, November 6, 2014

writing about a color? What is the color RED to you?

A glass of red wine, shared over whispered conversations in a candlelit setting brings to mind the romantic yet passionate color of seduction, lust, and anger. To others this color might be the thick cloying scent of roses, while to some it is seduction and temptation of the senses. Perhaps it can be found in the sinfully rich texture of red velvet cake or the whispered endearments from a lovers silver forked tongue and the taste of forbidden fruit. I do know that this color can always stir the reader’s imagination with stimulating enriched visions of steamy summer nights, satin and silk sheets gently punctuated with sighs of seduction from bodies entwined in an embrace of fantasy and illusion. Yet it is this color that can stir the call to battle and bring a mother to her knees in weeping agony for this color is quick to enrage and fill a heart with fury. Pain, anguish and revenge can simply never erase the nightmares best left forgotten that this color can evoke. So what exactly is the color RED to me? Well my friend, read on you will see that the color not only is one filled with rage, hate and anger, but a color of sensual seduction to the senses that only a woman can truly appreciate.

RED
Crimson heat flooded her cheeks as she stared at the dress. “The bastard is out of his ever loving mind if he expects me to wear that,” she snarled between clenched teeth. Tossing the gown on the hotel bed she whirled towards the closet, hands in tight fists she tried to reign in her raging emotions.
When detective Pathos’s hench men delivered the dress, one of them had been kind enough to inform her that the invitation for tonight’s Ball was a ‘Black and White Tie’ event. With a slight smirk and a polite nod, he’d also announced that his boss would meet her in the hotel lobby in precisely one hour.
“Like bloody hell he will,” Clarissa said, stomping towards the closet’s double-gilded doors. Barely containing a snarl of fury, anger punctuated her every movement. Flinging the doors wide she reached for the garment bag she’d stashed the night before. Hastily crossing back to the bed, Clarissa unzipped the contents sack to carefully withdraw the treasure inside. The item had cost more than six months’ of her meager earnings, but it was going to be worth every damn penny, she told herself.
Anticipating the look of shock and fury on special agent Pathos’s face when she made her grand entrance tonight brought a wicked smile to Clarissa’s lips. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying the idea of upstaging the FBI’s golden boy, but the rush of pleasure at the thought of bringing his-high-and-mightiness to his knees was almost worth the confrontation that would certainly ensue.
After tonight, Pathos was going to rue the day he’d ever called her a half-ass agent that was nothing more than a little spit fire and a ball of fluff.  
Dressed in nothing but four inch crimson pumps and shear thigh highs, Carissa slipped the exquisite gown over her head. The material poured over her skin like liquid silk. Knowing the cut of the dress fit her like a glove, she ran her fingers appreciatively down her figure. The cloth hugged her luscious curves like living fire, leaving little to the imagination. Turning to examine her reflection in the floor length mirror, Clarissa’s eyes twinkled with mischievous anticipation. The plunging back-line came to rest below the indent of her lower spine where a sequined seam gathered seductively over her posterior and ran the length of the exquisite gown. The jeweled seam continued in a smoky pattern at the base of her dress before it swept grandly upwards in a smoky pattern along the side slit of her thigh. From there it artfully fanned her slim waist, coming to rest below the open V in the front of her gown. Even her professional eye couldn’t detect that the sequins lining the gown hid a wire that would be piping any and all conversations within a fifteen foot radius of her.
The gown was meant to inflame and heighten the senses in every sense of the word, and tonight Clarissa not only intended to capture the notorious crime lord they’d been tracking for over a year, but she was going to bring special agent, Nickolas Spartacus Pathos to his knees.  
With one final swipe of a wand, Clarissa added a glossy touch to blood-red lips before twisting midnight tresses up into an elegant chignon. Teardrop rubies adorned her ears and throat making her appear as a goddess of fire and passion. With a finger lightly scented with gardenias and roses she trailed a light path between her breasts. It was only as she stared thoughtfully at her reflection in the mirror that she decided she would have to be extremely careful when she moved so as not to make more of a spectacle of herself. Oh she wanted to catch the perpetrator they were after, but she didn’t want to give the bastard a free peep show in the process. Then again, if the act she was about to pull off got her the man in question, it would be worth it in the end she told herself. It would also have special agent Pathos seeing red, because there was no way in hell he could ever pull off the stunt she was about to play.    
If Pathos wanted to play hardball, she’d show him how a ‘little ball of spit fire and fluff’ played ball. Because when it came to capturing the attention of a man like Antonio Speer’s, the only way to accomplish the job was with lust, seduction and manipulation. 
 With a blazing rage of fury competing against her self-righteous anger, Clarissa inhaled slowly and on a ragged breath exhaled. The fiery emotion wasn't foreign to her, but the feeling of hatred bordered to closely to a sensation that felt as if she had willing joining the dark side just so she could put Agent Pathos, in his damn place!


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

More Exciting News!

I'm so thrilled to announce this new opportunity in my life, and wanted to share the news that Jamie and Kathy have asked me to join their team and become a partner with them in Brain Tunes. After the ladies ran my characters and story ideas past the Q-Science board, Q-Science signed on for our project. So before I head off on my two week trip in to the rugged backyard wilderness of the Idaho and Wyoming mountains, I thought I might as well share a quick glimpse of my idea's surrounding these zany characters. Since I plan to take my animal creations, ideas and plots with me to work on I thought I would drop a little blurb to keep my muse happy.

The stories all take place on a mythical island I've named Niarb (Brain spelled backwards). The setting for these animals is in a music school I have christened, "Brain Tunes Academy".  Here my readers will get a chance to meet Morgan The wise who is a wise owl, and the head instructor at the Academy. As the stories progress we learn that all of the students at the academy are dealing with real insecurities, disabilities  and issues that children in the real world are struggling with and must face everyday.
It is up to Morgan, and her trusty familiar (Isbin) to help the students over come their insecurities at the same time teach them new and fun techniques to help the students grow individually.

Each of my stories will be a fun adventure for children of all ages to learn how to become healthy and whole with the aid of interacting techniques that will include the narrated story on CD and music.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Opportunity on the Horizon

I'm so excited to share the news that I have been asked to be the author of a new children's series!
I am currently coming up with plots, characters and settings for these books so my mind is going a hundred miles an hour and I can't sleep so I'm off to write while the kiddo's are asleep