Good Morning My Delightfully Decadent Subscribers!! Today is a special treat because I have opened up my torture vault and uncuffed one of my favorite little submissive male authors so he may entertain you today!! Well, I was GOING to let him entertain you but it seems I am unable to remove the ball gag, and might take him a while to be able to use his hands. Dear me! How long has he been down there? *Evil Grins* But you like it down there don't you Jason? Yes you do!! :) Ok so Jason isn't exactly up for my pleasure right now so you'll have to make do with me...MUAHHHAAAH!! But what I do have is some book detail and an excerpt from his 3rd book in his wonderful series!! Let's take a look:
The Wizard Crystals of the Elements have fallen into the hands of Abaddon, forever corrupted and transformed to evil. Abaddon now patiently waits in his northern kingdom for the coming of Saruinkai—the evening when the spirits of Darkness rule the night, and when he will unleash the Crystals' horrific powers against their own elements and sweep destruction across the earth.
The Light's hope now lies in the young Nasharin warrior Darshun Luthais—the chosen Guardian, for he alone carries the power to stop Abaddon's black sorcery and end the war once and for all. But to do so he must cross over into Abaddon’s kingdom, and that means destroying the one who guards the border, a Fallen Angelic Throne, the secret to Asgoth's three hundred year Rule and invincibility.
Led by the elvish lord Caelestias, Darshun and his companions must seek out and destroy the Throne, encounter a Witch, and a horde of other vile creatures, only to stir up the entirety of Asgoth, coming face to face with them, a battle that will determine the fate of the world.
And Our First Kiss Excerpt:
An Enchanted Night (short scene from J.W.Baccaro’s “The Coming of the Light.”)
It was a beautiful summer day and the forest couldn’t have looked greener, or the sun shine brighter. Sitting on a large rock, Darshun rested his feet in the cool river, watching the water ripples, listening to the currents, giggling at the poor fishes getting plucked out of the water by the hungry cranes only to rest in their bellies. Then on the other side a woman in white caught his attention. It was…her! The Lady of Light from his dream at Castle Volborg. In the dream she had saved him from a serpent’s bite, and stopped him from ending his own life due to Talvenya’s dark spell of sorrow inflicted into his soul. When all hope had seemed forgotten, life meaningless, there she came, encouraging his heart like none had ever. Her warm touch, immaculate beauty; her enchanting voice, and wondrous spirit; yet why had he forgotten this upon awakening? Only now did the memory resurface. He stood up and called to her: “Lady of light, you’ve come back.”
Suddenly she vanished and a soft voice from behind whispered into his ear, “No Darshun, you have come back.” He turned around and could scarcely breathe, let alone gaze into those ice blue eyes; her gaze was dominating…but heart-warming, stern…yet lovely.
“Who are you?” he asked, his body trembling so much that he fell to his knees. It was a certain “sacredness” she omitted, like a heavenly perfume. And not for a moment would she take her eyes off him. She raised a hand. “I am someone you should not fear, Darshun. Please, come with me. I’d like to show you something.”
Rising to his feet, he grasped her warm palm. The lady smiled, squeezed his hand gently, and began leading him deeper into the forest, eventually crossing a shallow creek and arriving at a trail free from all growth, obviously man-made, luscious evergreens on either side. Following the trail, they ventured up a short hillside until the woodland ended, stopping at an embankment that stretched down to a flat meadow. Within the field was a gorgeous woman wearing a light blue gown that fell loose from her shoulders and belted at the waist. She also wore a type of headdress, beautifully scarlet that draped over her forehead and down her back like fine long hair. Darshun felt something familiar about her when he looked at her dark blue eyes…and pointed ears. She was an Elf. Then the sound of a galloping horse drew near. He turned around and approaching quickly was a rider on a beastly white stallion. At first Darshun thought he was going to get run over, but the rider passed through him as if he were a ghost. Yet the man looked real, even carried a musky sent. Was Darshun the ghost? He stomped on the ground; it felt solid along with his legs and the rest of his body, meaning he too was real. It all made no sense.
The rider made his way to the lady. His hair was wild and blond, his eyes slate, and he wore a reddish-brown supertunic, a dark purple cape, and thigh-high black boots. The cape made Darshun wonder if he was royalty, but his eyes told otherwise. His aura gave off a sense of a loner, and…something else. As Darshun and the lady of light continued to watch, the man stopped beside the woman, leaped off his horse and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her high into the air. She Clearly these two were husband and wife. Then a silver glow encircled the man and he raised up his arms. It must have been the power of telekinesis, for out of a sack tied on the saddle of the horse came an abundance of red roses, levitating on over, above and around them, forming the shape of a heart. They must have been freshly picked, for their smell was delightfully overwhelming, even from Darshun’s distance. Then the lady cast a spell, speaking a word unfamiliar to Darshun but clearly in the elvish tongue. The roses enflamed with a type of majestic fire yet the petals did not consume, nor was there any smoke. Like a magnificent portrait it looked, two lovers standing in the midst of red roses coated in fire, keeping the shape of a heart, symbolizing the passion burning between them. Then they danced and danced and danced, wondrously, seductively and passionately. The gentle sound of the wind and delightful singing of birds was all there needed to be for melody. As the dance came to an end, the fire went out and gently did the man levitate the roses down so that they perfectly rested around them, onto the grass, still having the shape of a heart, and they both lay down side by side, holding hands.
“The dance of lovers,” the Lady of Light said.
Then it hit Darshun: a man having the power of telekinesis, as his father was said to possess, a lady Elf bearing the power of strange fires, as his mother did…it was them! His parents! Ariel and Meyanna. “Why are you showing me this?”
“Because you wanted to know something deep and personal about your father and mother, did you not?”
“This is the first time they had this dance,” she said. “Once a month they’d return here and repeat it privately. No one ever knew. It was only for them, a quiet place to share their love and intimacy. Is it not a joy to watch?”
“Of course it is but…how do you know of it? In fact, how is it we are standing here? I am not even born yet!”
“Tonight your seed will begin in this very field, in the belly of Meyanna. But as I told you among our last meeting, Darshun, I have the gift of Timesight and can return to any point in time. Those around us cannot see us nor is it presently happening; it’s a past event, a representation of that one moment in time.”
“You mean you can go anywhere in time and witness the past?”
“Of course. As well as any possible future, a future that holds two or three different truths depending on the choices one makes in the present.”
“That’s mind boggling! You must have witnessed many accounts.”
“No, seldom do I look back into the past. It’s not meant for one’s own pleasure, but specific reasons only.”
“Like what you have shown me, granting my heartfelt wish?”
“I think you know that answer.”
What amazing abilities this…Goddess has, Darshun thought.
As if reading his thoughts she came closer to him, so close he could have kissed her, her warm breath soothing. But that ever-beautiful and dominant gaze made him bow his head. She had power, not physical strength, rather, a sacredness in truth, love and compassion. And it made him tremble. She put a finger under his chin and lifted to see his face. “Do not fear me, I mean you no harm, child of Abidan.”
“Lady of Light, please tell me; who are you?”
Curving her lips into a smile that melted his heart she answered, “Someone who loves you dearly.”
I love Jason's work :) Ok Jason it's time to go back into the play...err torture chamber..Wave Goodbye!! I might let him come up for air if he is really nice :) and note to self to remember to feed him!! Have a great Saturday!!
1 comment:
Oh la la, what a great excerpt! Too bad Jason was occupied, but I guess it didn't matter too much since we still got that great teaser!
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