Work in Progress Update!

It's coming! I know it's taking long, but when you've lost everything that you valued, it's a hard battle to get back to where you want to be. Still, I am making so much progress.

I love what I am writing, it's full of light and romance. It's fanciful and fun to write. The characters are getting more real every day to me, that is, they are really coming alive.

I am researching, which I love, finding out things that are amazing and interesting.

The story is from my heart. It's the deepest truth I have ever come to terms with, actually I still am coming to terms with.

Life is so multi-faceted, there are people you can love, like and trust and there are those that you most certainly cannot. It's all going to be there.

It's going to be a story that I could never have written if I hadn't lived through it. Even though I don't really believe in an after life, I feel I'm being guided, so who knows maybe I'm wrong.

How does anyone know for certain what lies around us? What revealations might there be!

All I ask, is for patience. I promise you something very different and fresh--a gift from the heart incorporating light and love and a little magic!

'At the Sultan's Palace!'

Justine is groomed for the sultan's harem. He likes vampires but there is a reason!  Find out what it is. Here is an excerpt: 

"The sultan looked pleased. “I do have a request, although your name is beautiful, I should be greatly pleased if you would accept another name; one that is more suitable to you. I wish you to take this name willingly and in the spirit it is suggested. From now on I wish you to be known as Lela, which means ‘born at night.’

I began to cry. I didn’t wish to give up my name. It was silly of me being what I was. Yet, my name was the only thing I retained from my living life. To relinquish it was difficult.

Sabba caught my eye and I saw he wished me to obey. “Very well, I said, bowing before the young ruler. “I am Lela from this moment on…”

“Good. And now I will give you something.”

I didn’t expect him to go to the balcony. When he returned, he was carrying a white flower. “This is a lotus for you. The white is for the purity of my friendship.” He put it in my hair. “Tomorrow I will give you a red lotus for it will symbolize the passion we will share…for tonight you will be mine to do with as I wish.”

I didn’t know how I felt at first, although I did not betray my emotions. Gascoyne was gone—of that I was certain. I would always belong to him; there was a bond that would never come apart. Not one piece of my love would be diminished. I decided to turn myself off. Yes, I would go along with the sultan. I didn’t wish for Ramet to be punished. I felt certain Sabba could easily take out his frustration on him.

You have no heart anyway, Justine—I thought. So it will not be difficult. It will just be tolerated. Could I do it? I was certain I could.

*

I rested in my quarters—dismissing any sort of regret or indecision I may have felt. I had made up my mind hadn’t I? Sleep came quickly and so did my dreams.I dreamt of Gascoyne. I saw him wave to me. I don’t recall anything after that, just waking up to find a servant there to help me dress.

She laid out different beautiful garments one more attractive than another. She looked pleased to serve me and I smiled. She bowed when I did.

When all preparations were completed, I was taken to the throne room. There I was met by the sultan’s personal guard. He motioned for me to step inside.

I watched my feet moving across the white marble floors. My golden slippers glided—as I did. I felt I was in a dream, not an unpleasant one oddly enough.

This night was to be full of passion and feeding. I was to find many things out about the sultan. The first of which was his desire to watch me feed.

One of those of the cult was brought in; a young, robust man who knelt before me. The sultan nodded for me to begin to feed. I sank my teeth into the man’s flesh. How sweet the blood tasted. It tasted of wine and honey. As always, I saw images of a life lived—glimpses of people and events, a childhood and parents and people I imagined to be family.

When the man’s skin began to cool I pulled away. “I cannot feed beyond this point.”

The sultan looked disappointed. “Drain him Lela; drain him, for I wish to see it.”

I did though I didn’t wish to. When the man lay white with death, Sabba had the poor corpse taken away.

“Do whatever he wishes,” he whispered. “You have been accorded a great honor. Even I did not expect it. Not so soon!”

When we were alone, I was led to the sultan’s bed. There he would take me. He pleasured me even before he had me do it to him. I am certain I cried out, as I had not enjoyed this beyond Gascoyne.

Gascoyne, I thought. I betray you. And then—as if he were there, I heard a voice inside my head: “You cannot betray me, for I am no more!”

Ali moved over me like a hot wind. His passion was great—and he smiled and told me how precious I was to him. After we made love, he asked that I take him in my mouth to feed.

Did he know what I could do, I thought. He must. I did as he asked but I fed gently, just tiny nibbles. I soon felt his blood upon my tongue, it tasted sweet but there was not enough taken to see images of his life. He cried out his joy, his words flooding the room, along with promises of love and devotion. I was assured I’d have a place in his heart above all others.

I wept. He said my tears touched his heart. “Why do you weep?” he asked. Then he smiled. “If it is for another lover, I would have you forget him.”

I felt I could not do that, but then he told me he was going to impart the greatest truth about himself. He began by telling me of his childhood, of his brothers and sisters, most of whom were dead. He told me of his fears and his sadness. Then he told me something I could never have expected to hear:

His voice was soft—and full of passion. “My mother,” he said. “Was a vampire... she was attacked in the way you were. She did not seek it. It sought her. I was ten years of age when it happened and not much older when my father had her destroyed for it. I will miss her until the day I die. I tell you this because I wish to know you better.”

(end of excerpt)

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"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

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JUSTINE: INTO THE BLOOD

A vampire prince and a beautiful Parisienne meet in the 18th century City of Light...

"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book." BJ Gaskill

Upon meeting the Vampire Prince of Paris:

"The blackness turned to shadows and from within those shadows I saw figures. They might have been my parents. I called out to them but then felt myself drifting away; slowly at first then more quickly. There were shouts and cries of the damned I was certain. Was I bound for hell? I don’t think I cared. And then I heard a voice, quite distinct it was too. Someone was calling me forth.

“Rise!”

It was a man’s voice, rich and deep sounding. At first I thought it was the count… I might have even called out Oriani’s name. There was no answer though, just words spoken that sounded strange. 

“Enter the darkness and live again!”

There was soft murmuring. Muffled voices and whispers, voices saying things I could not understand.

“Drink!”

I thought it was water and I obeyed. But then I smelled it and turned away. “Please no!”

Was it wine? If it was it smelled awful.

“You must drink…”

I looked to see someone’s wrist. There was blood pouring from it. I gasped as it was held over my mouth. The blood was splashing down on me and still I would not open my mouth.

“She is sinking fast…”

“Open your mouth and drink!”

I obeyed because a man was pleading with me. He looked so sad and impassioned. “It is the only thing that will bring you back!”

I opened my mouth to receive his blood and become what he wished me to be. What it was my destiny to become; a vampire, a blood imbibing creature of the night, a cursed being condemned to feed like the vampire bat. I would call shadows home along with night. Sun would become my enemy.

There were many about me. I had visions of people I neither knew nor recognized. They weren’t my memories, of that I was certain.

“The things you are seeing are from my living life for it is my blood you drink.”

I tried to understand but it was so difficult. Something struck me. It felt like a hard stinging slap, but I did not cry out. I heard the sound of another slap and the cry of a woman following it. There was scuffling too, accompanied by a warning:

“Leave her alone or I will tear you apart.”

I had regained my senses. As I looked about, I saw I was in a dark cavernous room—it was dimly lit—the light within came from flickering candles. There were shadows and I was frightened. There was too, the smell of damp and dust. It was almost overpowering.

I saw her then, a woman with disheveled hair glared at me before rushing away. I was certain she was the one that had slapped me.

I tried to lunge at her! As weak as I still was, I tried, for I was filled with rage and loathing. The man held me down. “Let me look into your eyes.”

He nodded sadly after he did. “I don’t know how you were before, but now you are the devil’s own. Some return different with hell’s taint upon them. I fear you are one of those…”

I had passed into the blood. The being that was Justine Bodeau had ceased to exist. In her place was a raging vampire. Wantonness and hatred replaced my soul. Whatever I had been I would be no more.

They say I slept for days, not sleep as I had known it but the deep nearly fathomless sleep of the vampire. When I woke I was alone but for a man sitting near me. As he had his back to me, I could not see his face. He turned suddenly, as if he knew I was looking at him. He was the man whose blood I had drunk. “I am Gascoyne,” he said. “I am called the Vampire Prince of Paris.”

When I made no reply he asked me my name. “I am called Justine,” was my reply..."

*

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"Revenge, betrayal, passion, bloodshed, lust and love are just a few of the elements of this dark and spellbinding book."

"Justine, realizes she as a vampire could actually love and in fact is in love with Gascoyne. I think that was the turning point in the story."

"This vampire romance is rich in history, deep in blood sex and exotic locations and is very highly recommended."

"Vampires have their own allure and none more so than the female."

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Darkest Gothic/Paranormal Romance You'll Ever Read!

I love paranormal romance and I love horror. I think the two can be combined easily. In fact, I think when they are it makes for darkly gripping fiction.

The dark is addictive. The world of the undead fascinates us, it does me! It always has and will. Vampires are sexual, wanton beings and I like them placed in stories where they 'live' up to what they are.

This series is the darkest Gothic/paranormal romance you will find. The first novel invites you to view the murder-suicide by an incestuous father. That sets everything in motion, the second and third novels contain the confessions of a demon who swears his love is real for the heroine. The fourth book is about the heroine's adopted daughter falling in love with Dracula. That is deeply romantic, albeit darkly! What else would sex with Dracula be but that?

Remember, it's all dark stuff I write because the dark intrigues and frightens me. 

About the Series:

THE HOUSE ON BLACKSTONE MOOR
After discovering her savagely murdered family, Rose Baines is plunged into a nightmare of hell. She is incarcerated in two madhouses, after which she is helped to obtain a position as governess at Blackstone House. Located on haunted moorland, nothing is as it seems for the House and its inhabitants have hideous secrets. There is unimaginable horror there, and love too--love that comes at a terrible price.

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - THE BEGINNINGS
Eco, first seen in the previous book, has documented all of the sins he has committed during the course of his immortal life. Trying to get Rose to forgive him, he forces Rose to read his journal by holding her children hostage.

UNHOLY TESTAMENT - FULL CIRCLE
Vampiric orgies and satanic rites fill the pages of this book. All of the hideous secrets of Blackstone House are revealed. Every evil that Rose Baines was subjected to is closely examined, as are those who committed the worst sins against her.

THE FOURTH BRIDE
After the tragic and sudden death of her groom, Dia, cursed by Dracula as a babe, is taken to his castle. Once there, she is seduced and turned by the count and becomes his fourth bride. The other brides are to be her sisters. All are to love and feed upon one another. Dia's tale is full of erotic sex and graphic violence. It is a tale of love and lust but mostly of blood, for the blood is everything.

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Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series

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"In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker." 

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