Archive for October, 2008


Undeniable Gift: Pt II

“How dare you interfere in my affairs?” Ares withdrew his sword, a ball of fire formed in his palm.

A bright blue light illuminated from Michael, it surrounded himself and Syria. The fireball burned through the room, on a path to Syria. A swing of Michael’s mighty sword distinguished the flames. The God of War stared in disbelief.

“Ares do not mistake my forbearance as a sign of weakness. I will destroy you if need be. I will not let your harm her or the child.”

“The child is as much mine as it yours. He is the heir to the throne of the God of Thunder and nothing will change that. “

“He may be the heir to the throne but he’ll rule over Olympus over my dead body.” Syria cried out.

The muscle in Ares’ jaw tightened in anger. “Mind your tongue Syria, you may find your wish come true. This isn’t over angel. Not by a long shot.” In a bellow of black smoke and lightening he was gone.

Michael offered Syria his hand. “Can you stand?”

“Yes.” She grasped onto his hand and pulled herself up. She glanced down at her belly.

“He’s fine,” Michael said.

“He. You both refer to the baby as ‘he’.”

“The child you bear within your belly is male. A mighty warrior he shall become and he shall be called, Gideon.”

“Gideon? How do you know this?” Syria asked.

“It is has been written. He will be the perfect blend of mortal and immortal, more powerful than Ares and myself.”

Syria trusted in Michael’s word, the savior of her father’s life. He was her rescuer from Ares’ lethal storm of vengeance, but a child more powerful than its father’s. How could she raise such a child? Moreover, how could she raise a child with that much power on her own?

Her glance cast over Michael. “What if—what if he’s like Ares?”

“Unfortunately, his temperament will be paired with that of both his fathers. However, is also human, he will possess the power of free will. No one and nothing can take that away from him. The definition of his character will be defined by the choices he makes. He must choose his own path.” He approached her. “Syria, do not worry, you are not alone in this. I will be here when you need me, when he needs me. You only need to call to me.” A flash of blue light illuminated around him, he extended his wings and took to the skies.

She was aglow with the radiance of happiness. Her pregnancy continued over the next nine months almost without incident. She was in the village gardens when a familiar dark cloud of smoke appeared beneath the trees. She took to her feet and began to run.

“Syria, stop!” The God of War demanded.

She continued to run, the weight of her rounded belly did not allow as quick a pace as she preferred. She cleared the apple trees, a dark whirlwind pummeled towards her. The last swirls of the tornado faded and brought forth Discord—goddess of Strife, sister of Ares. In her hasty retreat, Syria lost her footing and fell. Her impact softened by the garden’s plush grass. Shimmering silk tresses flowing on the breeze drew attention. Her gaze traveled up the extension of the stola. There was no mistaken, beautiful and majestic, Hera–the Queen of Gods and Goddesses stood before her. Ares and Discord joined their mother’s side.


A little parental guidance

Heather/Jambrea Gideon/Kensana Brighid/Cindy



Gideon: Hello…Kensa? Brea? Cindy? Where is everyone?

Kensana: [runs into the room] Gideon, you’re back! [jumps up]

Gideon: [gathers her in his arms] Yes, I am. I was beginning to think no one was around. Where is everyone?

Kensana: I’m not sure. We’ve been decorated the PM for Friday’s party.

Gideon: I have brought someone to meet you all.

Kensana: I don’t know Gideon, after our little adventure with Discord I don’t know if they’re up to meeting anyone else this week.

Gideon: Yes I am sorry about that [runs a hand through his hair] but she wanted to come down and meet you all. I should have known better but trust me this time is different.

Heather:  [races into the room] Did I just hear Gideon.  *squee*  I did!  I missed you.  [rushing up to Kensana and Gideon]  I don’t know where Jambrea went off to, but I’ve been waiting for you to get back and wanted to hang around.  Your aunt wasn’t very nice.  Not at all Gideon.  You should leave us like that again anytime soon.

Gideon: Heather! [wraps her inside his wings] I have missed you too. I know I saw everything through the portal and so did my father and grand-father. Needless to say, Discord will not be traveling back to earth for a while.

Jambrea:  [stumbles into the room] Heather, wait for me.  Where are you go…Oh…GIDEON!  Your back!  You’ll have to tell us all about it.

Gideon: Brea! [welcomes her into his wings] My grand-father wanted to speak me, and when the God of Thunder calls….

Kensana: Well don’t keep us in suspense, what did he want?

Gideon: He is concerned about the relationship between my father and I. He wants me to take my rightful place…on Olympus.

Kensana: What no! Gideon you can’t.

Heather:  Gideon!  NO.  [sobs]  You can’t leave us we just found you.

Jambrea:  But Gideon, what will Kensi do without you.  You can’t leave.  The Playground would not be the same with you gone.  Just wait until Cindy and Brig hear about this!

Gideon: Calm down ladies, everyone please calm down. I spoke with him on his concerns and the three of us came to an agreement.

Kensana: Which was?

Gideon: I decided I can not stay permanently on Olympus but I do need to get to know my father a little better. So as you human say, if Mohammad will not come to the mountain…

Ares: Then the mountain shall come to Mohammed.

Kensana: [mouth opens in shock] Tell that’s not…you didn’t.

Ares: Hmm speechless, I have that effect on woman. Hello my dear ladies, I am Ares. I don’t believe further introductions are necessary. [he laughs]

Jambrea:  Can we keep him?  Umm…wait; did I just say that out loud?

Kensana: Yes, you did, but it’s understandable.

Heather:  How long is he staying? [Eying Ares up and down]  He isn’t going to cause trouble like Discord is he?  I will say he is cuter.  *giggle*

Ares: You must be Jambrea and Heather. Gideon has told me a lot about you two, all good things of course. [looks around] I was looking forward to meeting Cindy and especially Brighid, the goddess who went toe-to-toe with Discord. I apologize for that by the way.

Kensana: [whispers] Gideon how long is he going to be here?

Gideon: Well that is actually up to my Father and me. We have some issues that we need to work through so he will be here for a while.

Ares: [takes Kensana’s hand] Gideon can’t seem to stop talking about you, my dear Kensana.

Gideon:  Father, I believe we have taken up enough of their time. They do have writing to do.

Ares: Of course. We shall all meet for dinner tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the presence of six woman at once.

Kensana: [mumbles] Somehow I find that hard to believe.


You Rang? Part 5


Jas couldn’t sleep.  She kept going over the conversation with James.  Can this be real? Most men wanted to only be her friend.  Men saw her as a little sister, someone they had to protect.  She wanted more, but she always felt so insecure about herself, losing herself in her romance novels.  James could be her chance at something romantic and maybe sexual.  Reading about sex and actually having it were two different things.  In this day and age most twenty three year olds had lost their virginity, but not her.  It wasn’t like she was saving herself for marriage; there was just never a guy that took that kind of interest in her.  There was this one guy in college, but sex with him wasn’t an option.  Jas wasn’t attracted to him, but she did want to do some experimenting and a blow job didn’t seem out of the question.  A girl has to start somewhere.  Then she spent the night comforting him.  The whole situation just become too odd and she was glad not to see him again.   That was the extent of her experimentation.  Sure she kissed her fair share of guys, but that just isn’t the same.

Was she ready for this?  How well did she really know this man?  He could be anybody.  She’d heard the horror stories of on line dating.  Of course this was a little different, but not much.  She did have pictures of him, but those could be fake too.  There was just something about him that called to her.  Jas just hoped she wouldn’t be let down.  You only live once and she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.  She always took things as they came and this wouldn’t be any different.

Sighing she settled into her bed and her last thought was of James.  She fell asleep with a smile on her face dreaming of James and finally meeting him. 


Arriving at work with minutes to spare she slid into her chair and hooked into her phone.  Once settled she logged into her computer and hoped for an email from James.  With excitement she saw the first email was from him.

Hey babe.  Sorry I had to cut it short last night.  I dreamt of you again.  I find that most nights you are in my thoughts.  I can’t wait until I can hold you in my arms and kiss you senseless.  I hope you feel the same way.  I’m getting nervous the closer it gets to seeing you.  I have the same fears you do.  I can’t go a day with out talking to you.  I shouldn’t admit that.  I’m supposed to be the big, tough marine, but listening to you makes me happy.



Talk to you soon


Reading James’ emails helped settle her nerves.  It was nice to know she didn’t have the only fears.  Of course he didn’t know if her pictures were really her either.  This month needed to end.  Jas just wanted to get over her shyness and hoped she didn’t freeze up when they did meet. 

Jas settled into work thinking of James and wishing her day away.  He was supposed to call again tonight; the day couldn’t go by fast enough for her.


Can’t we all just get along?




Brighid: [adjusting a Cat woman outfit in front of the mirror] So what do you think, Jacks?
 Cindy: That I’m terribly jealous. You look so good in that outfit! What’s the occasion?
Brighid: Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful! And it’s for the Wicked and Wild Halloween Bash.
 Cindy: OMG, that’s Friday, isn’t it? I haven’t decided on a costume. Maybe a witch…

Brighid: That’s not a costume for you, darling.
 Cindy: Ha ha ha, funny. Any ideas from the rest of you guys? Heather, Gideon, what are you guys going to wear?

Heather:  I was thinking something naughty.  *giggle

Jambrea:  Just how naughty were you thinking Heather?  And Brig, you look FABULOUS! 

Heather:  I don’t know, but just look how naughty Brig looks.  I love it.  I’ll have to think on it a little more.  I can never decided.

Jambrea:  *under her breath*  I know.

Heather:  What was that?

Jambrea: Nothing, nothing.  How about a naughty nurse?

Heather:  Hmmm…I don’t know.  Maybe a naughty devil.  I’ve always wanted horns like Simi. 

Jambrea:  Maybe you should tell them who Simi is.

Heather:  Everybody should know Simi.  She is Ash’s daughter. 

Jambrea:  Not everybody…

Heather:  That’s it…I’m going as Simi!

Jambrea:  I’m sure Sherrilyn Kenyon would be honored.  We should send her pictures.

Heather:  Do you think Simi will come play with us?

Jambrea:  I don’t know Heather.  She is kind of busy.  We can ask.  Gideon, what about you? 

Kensana: As usual you look absolutely fabulous. Im sorry to say Gideon had some family business on Olympus to take care of but, his Aunt Discord came down to visit today.

Discord: Yes, yes Im here, but if you ask me, cat suits should be worn by cats and the meek should tread only where they real cats do not play.

Kensana: Discord! You said youd be nice.

Discord: I am being nice. I called no names, did I?

Kensana: [exhales and rolls eyes] I guess I should be thankful for that. I dont see how in the world Gideon is related to you. [mumbles] Thank God for the angelic strain.

Discord: [glaring at Kensana] What did you say mortal?

Kensana: Nothing,  nothing. I havent decided on a costume yet ladies.

Discord: If you wish, I could change your appearance permanently. [laughs wickedly]

Kensana: [clears throat] Hopefully Gideon wont be gone long. I’m concerned, very concerned.

Brighid: Yes, I do hope all is good with beautiful Gideon. He didn’t even mention he was leaving. But I’m happy to watch your back until he returns.

Long time no see, Discord. Unfortunately, not long enough. Harm a hair on our precious Kensana’s head and you’ll wish this cat didn’t have claws. Is that clear?

Cindy: Oh snap!

Discord: Ah Brighid darling, I thought I smelled drunken whore. Id mind that tongue of yours if I were you, cats can be declawed. [waves of lightning cracks from her fingertips]

Kensana: Oh my damn. Something tells me a catfight between goddesses isn’t pretty. Brea, Cindy, Heather we may need to seek shelter.

Heather:  I thought we were talking of costumes. I guess when a name fits it fits.  I do hope Gideon won’t be gone long.  I miss him.

Brighid: No need, darlings. Discord knows better. She couldn’t best me if I had were passed out at her feet. I’m the mother goddess of Ireland and I’ve been sainted by the Christians. How’s that defunct religion, Discordianism, working out for you, love?

Cindy: Now, Brig, it’s not polite to brag. I think it’s time we all simmer down a bit. We just need a little peace, love, and harmony.

Brighid: Oh that’s right! We could us a little harmony. Shall I summon Harmonia, Discord or do you think you can play nice on your own?

Discord: Nothing wrong with a little chaos my dear Brig. The religion is find, just not for the faint of heart Im afraid.

Kensana: Cindys right we all just need to settle down.

Discord: Nonsense! Summon my niece if you wish, Im curious to see how my brother will feel about that.

Kensana: Ladies theres really no need to bring Harmonia and Ares into this. We really dont need to bring Ares into this. Oh God I miss Gideon.

Jambrea:  I agree ladies.  We need to settle down.  Kensi, when will Gideon be back and how long will you have to deal…um…I mean how long with Discord be with you?

Heather:  *pout* Can we call Gideon back?  At least he was fun.

Kensana: [whispers] Ive tried summoning him, he’s not answering. He must still be with Zeus.

Discord: Listen Fae, you just sit back and be quiet. Grown-up goddesses are talking.

Brighid: Don’t you dare talk to Heather like that, you silly cow. And you know, I thought fat goddesses were supposed to be jolly. I suppose you’ve proven that myth wrong, ey, Discord? Summon whomever you like. You Greeks aren’t the only ones with a pantheon at the ready. Dagda, Balor, and Badb are more than willing to make an appearance.


Discord: Did you just call me fat? Thats it, I’ve had enough. Oh it is so on you Irish bitch!


Cindy [runs up, huffing and puffing]: I brought someone to make a little peace. Bacchus, can you intervene before these two kill each other and perhaps the rest of us?


Bacchus: Ladies, lovely, lovely, ladies. [hands them each a drink] let’s toast to making love, not war. We’re all friends here. There’s no need to declare a divine war. Now come on. Bottom’s up. And then I’ll see about getting both your bottoms up. [laughs at his own joke]


Brighid: [downs drink in one gulp] I was just defending Kensi, but if the moody cow over there drops it, I’ll drop it too. But just because you asked, Bacchus.


Bacchus: I am forever in your debt, my lovely goddess. And you, Discord, how about a little truce, hmmm? 


Discord:  [polishes the drink and tosses the glass] I never intended to hurt her. Gideon would have my head. If the drunken slut can call a truce then I guess I can. Bacchus its been a while, why don’t we go somewhere quiet and catch up on old times.


Kensana: Oh Cindy thanks for that. Thank God, those two didnt start throwing blows. There wouldn’t have been anything for Gideon to come home too. 


Lucha Libre, part 2


Brighid: So when I had to part with Rey I found myself…well, for lack of a better word—sad.


Cindy: Wait, wait, wait. You just skipped to the end!


Brighid: No, I didn’t.


Cindy: Yes, you did. Last we heard Rey was about to take a shower.


Brighid: Ohhh. Really? Then what writer’s head have I been in because I told someone the whole story.


Cindy: Well, it wasn’t me. You deserted me all week!


Brighid: I thought you needed a rest, but I’m back—please hold the applause—so where were we?


Cindy: Rey found you face down in the dirt in a small Mexican desert town after you had a bender with Quetzalcoatl and he invited you back to his hotel room so he could take a shower.


Brighid: Oh boy, you are far behind, all right—let’s start with that shower…

I followed Rey to a small inn, all the while taking in the masculine grace of his gait. His strides were long and solid, but not hurried. He bore the confidence of at least a demi-god, though I knew him to be entirely human. This aspect of his nature intrigued me; humans rarely exhibited such strength of body and mind.


“Feel free to tell me it’s none of my business, but how did you wind up here?” he said.


“It’s a very long story. Let’s just say I don’t hold my tequila well.”


A knowing smile parted his full lips, yet another weapon in his arsenal of charm. “I find there are two kinds of people in this world. Those who can drink tequila and those who can never drink tequila again.”


“I fall into the latter category. How about you?”


“So far I still can, but that could change on any given weekend.”


Right then and there I decided the prior evening had not been a total wash. Were it not for Quetzi and his demon drink, I would never have met this most alluring young man. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been truly attracted to a mere mortal.


The room at the inn held few furnishings: a queen-size bed covered in simple cotton blanket, a chest of drawers, and a single nightstand; his only personal effect in the room—a suitcase tucked neatly in the corner.


“It’s not much,” he said as though he’d read my thoughts.


“Don’t be silly. It has everything you need.”


“True, and few distractions. At least until you arrived.”


“Oh my, you are a charmer, aren’t you?”


He shot me an innocent glance, but didn’t offer a reply. Instead he asked, “Would you like to shower first?”


“Thank you, but I’ll be all right. Go about your business, pretend I’m not even here.”


“I don’t think I’m capable of that.”


He flopped his suitcase on the bed, then pulled out two pairs of jeans and two t-shirts. One set of clothing he folded over his arm, one set he left on the bed. “In case you’d like to change. I’m sure the jeans are way too big, but you shouldn’t run around town in a bikini.”


“But I have you to protect me.”


“I’m good, but I don’t think I could defend you against every guy in town advancing on you at once.”


“Oh okay, I’ll change,” I said. “No peeking.”


“I’ll be in the shower. You’ll have all the privacy you need.”


So cute of him to say, as if I wanted privacy. But I decided to play up the damsel in distress routine.


After he disappeared into the bathroom, I donned the vestments. Never having worn a pair of ‘jeans’ before, I found the fabric unpleasant. Why anyone would choose to wear such a coarse textile, I’d never know. Didn’t he have anything silk or cashmere?


I flicked open his suitcase and rifled through it. My hands landed on something more luxurious, buttery-soft leather. Black leather pants and a black and silver leather mask. Now just what kinky stuff was this delicious young man into? Oh yes, the game was afoot. Wearing a wicked grin, I returned the garments to the bag, then walked over to the bathroom door. A cloud of steam met me as I slipped inside.


“Mind if I join you?” I asked.


Startled, he turned around, water streaming over the carved perfection of his body. I could hear his thunderous heartbeat and delectable, impure thoughts, though I didn’t need the skills of a goddess to see that he wanted me.


“Of course I don’t mind.” Again, he triumphed over me with that disarming smile.


To be continued…






The Makings of Gideon will not be broadcast today…

I must apologize, but due to the illness of my authoress, this week’s installment of  “The Makings of Gideon,” didn’t make it to press this morning. Instead we offer you something a little different in honor of this season. ~Gideon


A Dark Discovery


Professor John Albright and his students had been in Iraq for over a year. During this time, they had learned to dodge mortar rounds and the occasional insurgent attack, to continue with their dig. They had moved from dig site to dig in hopes to find the one myth that no one had proved did not exist-Pandora’s Box. After the Gods had imprisoned The Evils once more, it was believed they had buried in Iraq. If he could find that box, it would be his most glorious find.

“Professor Albright we’ve found something,” Megan yelled. Megan Stewart was a student of Professor for three years, his assistant for two of those. There was nothing she enjoyed more, than jumping into a pit to unearth the world’s greatest treasure. She had dedicated her life to it.

The students stood around the dig site. They had been searching and digging for six months and had found nothing until now. Professor John Albright ran over to see what the students had uncovered. He took a brush from one of them as he stepped down into the pit. The still lodged in the sandy dirt, laid a partially uncovered box. He brushed the dirt from around the box. “Oh my God.”

“Professor is it…could it be?” Megan asked.

“Help me get it out of the ground.”

Megan stepped closer to assist him with the recovery. They cleared the remaining dirt away from the box. Megan reached down and lifted the jar from the dirt. She held it with both hands and walked toward the professor. The amazement over their find held her attention in a trance, she tripped over an equipment bag which threw her off balance. She lost grip of the jar and it slipped from her fingers.

The professor rushed to catch the box before it fell to the ground. It grazed his fingertips   as it crashed to the ground. The dig party stood frozen staring at the splinters of the box across the sand. The clouds overhead went black, the air turned stale, not a sound could be heard through the air.  A dead silence fell over the desert. A heavy black smoke rose from where the remains of the jar rested. It surrounded the dig party, screams of pain and agony filled Professor Albright’s ears.

Megan attempted to break free from the cloud, “Professor…please help… “Blood streamed from her eyes and ears.

While the professor watched in terror as the bodies of his class members dismembered before him.  He dropped to his knees, horrified by the site. “Dear God what have we done?”

He covered his eyes to hide from the gruesomeness of death that appeared displayed upon the golden desert sands. When the screams stopped, he lowered his hands from his face. In front of him the cloud at broken into seven large entities, their eyes flashed brilliant amber. One of them stepped forward.

“Where are we?”



News is spreading fast!

Heather/Jambrea Gideon/Kensana Brighid/Cindy

Heather:  I’m so excited.  Go ahead, ask me why.

Jambrea:  Why?

Heather:  Not you silly, you should KNOW why I’m excited.

Kensana: Okay I’m bite, what’s up?

Gideon:   I think I may have some insight as to why she may be excited and so should you my dear Kensa.

Kensana: I should—oh yeah, I think I may know why she’s so excited. I’m about to burst myself.

Heather:  You should know, my Kensi and be just as excited.  We have a release date for the stories Gideon and I helped the two of you write.  I am just so excited!  *giggle*

Jambrea:  I’m excited too!  I never thought I would get this far and it was all thanks to you Heather.

Heather:  *blushing*  Aww…I love you too.

Jambrea:  Should we share the date?

Heather:  Of course silly!

Jambrea:  December 9, 2008.

Kensana:  Yes, that’s the big day. I would also like to take this time to thank you Gideon, the power behind me. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Gideon:   There is no need for thanks love that is what I am here for, to bring forth the writer in you. Now let us finish the PM story for tomorrow and work a little with Cass and Daniel. I think we may be at Fort Bragg for a while. I am looking forward to wearing those…what did you call them again.

Kensana:  BDUs?

Gideon:    Yes, yes, that is it. BDUs. I will need a little help with the jacket and tee shirt.

Kensana: That’s a small problem. Nothing that a Quartermaster can’t fix. I think you’ll love wonderful in them.

Heather:  Yummy!  I love a man in uniform.  I hear Joe calling. Jambrea. I want to go play.  *giggle. 

Brig: Did someone say a man in uniform?

Cindy: Ummm…don’t you want to congratulate them on their release date? BTW, big congrats from me 🙂

Brig: Oh of course, I’m so happy for all of you. Shall I break out the champagne?

Cindy: It’s still morning.

Brig: So mimosas then?

Cindy:  Oh sure, why not. Go ahead and mix us a round. Hey, Brea and Kensi, do you have some big events planned for your launch day? 

Kensana:We’ve got a few chats with the other authors in the One Touch, One Glance Anthology, lined up here and there, but Brea and I will pass on the when and where later.

Jambrea:  I agree.  Let’s go play.

Kensana: It’s way too early to play Missy! The evil day jobs await.

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