Having a little trouble with WordPress, but I’m posting a couple of additional excerpts from HTH, just because I liked them. :)

And for those who may not visit The Chicas site, here’s a link to the VIDEO, until I get it seated in The Gallery, hopefully along with the new freebies.

And did I mention that these stories had a dark side? :angel:

THE ROSE LEGACY
Somewhere in Rose Cottage a clock chimed midnight, and all was well. Finally retiring to bed after a wonderful evening with Mace, Cam smiled at the thought of him unleashing all of his pent-up sexual energy and ran her hand over the round smoothness of her pillow. The night air through the open window was damp and cool, but she was warm enough and too tired to rise again.
She’d made it through this Friday. Only one more night sleeping in this room. Only one more night sleeping without Mace. Another decision she’d made: she had to have him closer to her. She couldn’t get enough of him.
“Stay. Stay with us…”
The vague dawn of a dream began to slip into reality’s stead, beckoning to her with soft, surreal images.
She was twirling over a midnight landscape, drunk with moonlight and leaving trampled roses in her wake. Her bare feet danced to a dirge, centuries old, as she circled the many bonfires that burned bright but stone-cold. Dark figures with humped shoulders urged her on from the shadows, shuffling closer, forming a circle around the huge black obelisk before her. They chanted ancient words in a language she could not understand, hiding their faces inside heavy hoods, lumbering flesh living on the night.
“Please.” Camille turned toward a familiar voice, now pleading and faint. Moira stood before her, legs blackened and burnt, the tunic she wore gleaming blood-red. “Don’t leave me here to die. Please. You can save me. You can…”
Camille made a move toward her, but found her feet mired in mud that softened, shifted and slowly began to drag her in. She stared upward, crying out for help, but couldn’t see beyond the dark clouds, looked higher, harder, until a pair of stars flared, sang to life above her. Stars that looked for all the world like a pair of fiery eyes set into the night sky, just for her. Only for her.
“We wait for you, Camille. We wait…”

RAVENOUS
She was practically blind. Her mortal senses were deserting her one by one. There was light, yes, but it was formless and white, without warmth. Colorless. Chaos.
She remembered covering her shivering body with a blanket and assuming the lotus position on the floor, trying to focus her power. Knowing he was there with her had helped to some degree. If push came to shove, she could persuade him to lie with her, keep the spark of her alive in the body they both enjoyed. But at some point Adam had left her alone, and she could no longer feel the flowing blood or the heartbeat or the extremities of the form she possessed.
Leyla closed her eyes, but was unable to keep the snow-bright afternoon from seeping through her lids. She was shrinking to a hard, cold core inside the vessel, and her energy was running rampant in protest. Rage and hunger, without control or direction, were all she knew. How ironic that she’d spent centuries assuring herself she was a boon to mankind—and now she felt capable of destroying one and all. Given a little more time and motivation, she might blow this pissy little planet out of orbit.
She felt Adam coming. He was her only link to this world right now. Other than that, there was only the pulsing heat between her thighs, demanding to be fed.
“Leyla?”
The sound of a voice, so distant and dim. Was it Theo? No, no he was long dead. It was Adam. He was the only man who’d ever spoken to her with unconditional love. Opening her eyes, she forced words from her parched throat. “Don’t come in.”
“Leyla, baby, you’ve gotta stop. You’re taking out everybody in the building. Let me—”
She felt a violent wave of anger shiver outward, shaking the foundations of the building. He was responsible. He was trying to force her to do this. The noise of something akin to thunder sounded in her ears, jolting her back to wakefulness. The door of the suite was open. Adam was with her. And every stick of furniture in the room was tearing across the plush nap of the carpet, slamming into the walls around him.
“Fuck!”
She heard him swear and dive for the floor as the sofa hurtled toward him and bounced off the frame of the door. The mindless desire to see him suffer brought her vision back into focus. Glaring at him, she allowed herself a grim smile. “Yes. That’s all it would take.”