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*****BLURB*****

On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town's abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command.

But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

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Talk to you again soon,
Lucian

Hello,
I would like to introduce you to Silence, the lead female in my upcoming romantic thriller Dᴇsᴇᴄʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ Sᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ: A Fᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Tʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ which releases on October 22.







You can

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Desecrating Solomon: A Forbidden Erotica Thriller

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****SIGN UP FOR SNIPPETS RIGHT IN YOUR MAILBOX!!!****

Want to get teased and tortured for ten days up to the release?

Just fill out the simple form below and I'll send you a daily snippet right in your inbox.

→ http://bit.ly/1FeL60I
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*****BLURB*****
On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town's abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command.

But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

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‪#‎BLOG‬ ‪#‎TOUR‬ SIGNUP

Would your blog like to be part of the Blog/Review Tour?

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****JOIN MY DARK EROTICA GROUP****
FOR A LIMITED TIME, I'm keeping my doors open to my secret Dark Erotica Group.

Come join us while we have fun in the creation of Desecrating Solomon.
→ https://www.facebook.com/groups/15103...



That is all for now, have a great day,
Lucian

How are you on this beautiful day? I'm fantastic, busy as always, writing and working on the house.
I'm working on my newest series Desecrating Solomon and it's been so much fun.
Have you seen the teasers yet? Here is another I did last night, hope you like it.







If you are a blogger, I'm putting together a tour and you can sign up here: http://bit.ly/1G4c321

For my fans and future fans. I'm sending out sneak peak snippets starting soon, if you'd like to get them you signup here: http://bit.ly/1FeL60I


You can add it to your TBR here:

Who's ready to get their scare on?
Desecrating Solomon: A Forbidden Romantic Thriller is coming soon.









On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town's abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command.

But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

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****ADD TO YOUR TBR****

Desecrating Solomon: A Forbidden Erotica Thriller


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✎**SIGN UP FOR SNIPPETS RIGHT IN YOUR MAILBOX!!!**✎
Want to get teased and tortured for ten days up to the release?

Just fill out the simple form below and I'll send you a daily snippet right in your inbox. → http://bit.ly/1FeL60I
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‪#‎BLOG‬ ‪#‎TOUR‬ SIGNUP
Would your blog like to be part of the Blog/Review Tour?
You can sign up HERE → http://bit.ly/1G4c321

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****JOIN MY DARK EROTICA GROUP****
FOR A LIMITED TIME, I'm keeping my doors open to my secret Dark Erotica Group.

Come join us while we have fun in the creation of Desecrating Solomon.
→ https://www.facebook.com/groups/15103...

That is all for today, back to writing.

Lucian

Good Morning,
The start of a new week and Desecrating Solomon is almost here, just 3 more days to go.
Here's a peek at the cover and and another snippet for you to enjoy.






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**Do you plan to purchase and review Desecrating Solomon? ✎Sign up for our review team here -----> http://bit.ly/1PqqBk2

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Snippet #10

During the Waking training she’d had the first nightmare. Master was patiently spraying her naked body for hours with a special hose. The icy water spikes pierced her skin while she hung in the shackles. It had felt like angry ants on fire. She’d lost consciousness and dreamed she was tied to the ant bed with the baby possum. She couldn’t move or speak, but she was alive. All she could do was cry and they didn’t care or notice because it was just soul fluids. The ants ate her like ants are supposed to, ate her until there was nothing left, while she died slowly and quietly like the possum had.

It was a tormenting nightmare because as real and terrifying as the pain was, the dream was the only connection she had left with the animal. She wasn't sure how but the possum had become a part of her. A her she didn’t really know but… maybe wanted to.
But for the first time, the nightmare was different. While she cried quietly and screamed silently, somebody heard. A person knelt next to her that she couldn’t see and took hold of her hand. It was a he. A he that hummed so very softly.

The terror melted away along with the ties that held her down. She floated up into the air, into the warm sunlight where there were no ants, no fear, no pain. Just the sun’s rays, cradling her and the baby possum.

And that voice. She realized finally that it was familiar. Maybe the voice belonged to the sun because it possessed the same warmth. It was soft, yet strong and sure, like the rays after a storm. It was unlike anything she’d ever heard or experienced.

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Exhaustion claimed Solomon and he laid his head on the bed while holding her hand. At some point the sound of her whimpers woke him. She needed more medicine but when he’d try to unlatch her hand from his to get up and get it, her grip turned desperate.

Staying put, he sat there, feeling helpless and useless. He realized then that she was dreaming. No doubt about what happened to her. The bright idea to sing came to him. But what song? There was only one he knew entirely and it had at one time been his favorite.

Keeping his voice low so as not to startle her, he sang it. And to his shock, it seemed to be working. He could feel it with every second, her small fingers slowly relaxing. When she seemed to be resting, Solomon stared at her lopsided face, his gut clenching as usual. Out of ideas, he decided to do the one thing he’d given up on. Going over each body part he’d called out to her earlier when assessing the damage, he prayed for it. At this point, it couldn’t hurt.

After playing Saint Peter, he managed to slide his hand out of hers and stood. She’d be hungry when she woke. And if she wasn’t, she’d need to eat regardless. He should go take care of Miss Mary now while she slept. By then the stores would be open and he could run and get supplies and suitable foods. He ate out of cans for the most part but that was because he had no reason to use his culinary skills. Those were intended for special occasion, and since he’d lost his fiancée there’d been none of those.

Before turning away, Solomon stared at the nameless woman one last time. He felt a rush of emotion at the fact that he’d found her. Saved her. At the fact that he’d heard her calling him. At the fact that God had let him hear it. He often felt like his fiancée had called him while enduring whatever happened to her. It was only half a year since he’d managed to put down the rabid obsession of finding at least her remains. He just… needed something to finish it.

And here lay this woman in his cabin not long after he made his peace with God over it. All the why, why, why’s had been beat to death. Why didn’t God tell him where his fiancée was, show him, or help him find her? Why? What had Solomon ever done to deserve that?

It was eating him alive. But his uncle finally knocked sense into him one day. Literally. He wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the fact that he knew how to throw a punch or the fact that he did. And at him. But Solomon had more than asked for it. He’d insulted his own dead mother while drunk and cursing God up and down.

“He took her like He took my mother. To torment me! To kill me and keep me alive to live dead! She did this, she let that bastard do this and your stupid loving God allowed it!!”

Solomon could still see it plain in his mind how his uncle calmly stood up from the kitchen table and decked him right in the mouth. Flat on his back, his uncle’s face was still clear as day before his, finger pointing at him. “That was for your mother. God can handle his own, but don’t you ever speak that way about my sister, you hear me? She loved you more than her own life!”

His words caused everything to boil over in his heart, and the tears he could never shed finally came. That was the day things changed. He couldn’t really point to any one thing as to how or why, but for the first time since Solomon could remember, there was something heavy gone from inside. The angry heavy. It had been there from childhood and it was just gone. He no longer wanted to kill his father, he no longer wanted to kill himself, he no longer wanted to kill, period. There was just this… sense of ease where the biting turmoil had been. He wouldn’t call it peace but it wasn’t hell anymore.

Solomon took in the reddish orange hair that went past her shoulders. It seemed thick even though disheveled and matted with a lot of blood. God, she needed a bath. And all he had was a shower. Maybe by tomorrow he could sponge off some of the filth and horrific memories.

To be continued....tomorrow
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See you later,
Lucian

Good Morning,
Stopping in real quick this morning, Desecrating Solomon is releasing tomorrow.
Last snippet and links below keep reading.
I can't wait to hear what you think. :)









Still time to sign up for the blog tour and review team.
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#BLOG #TOUR SIGNUP
Would your blog like to be part of the Blog/Review Tour?
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“It’s what people do, Mary. They change their clothes, they brush their hair, they bathe,” he stressed the last word with a glare at her.

“We’ve been through this. You agreed you would.”

“Well Dexter thinks it’s silly.”

“Does he?” Solomon said, crossing his arms before her. “Well tell Dexter that I know right where I found him and I’ll happily return him. How about you let him know that if he wants to stay here, he’ll need to be for me, not against me.” He got somewhat in her face about it, just enough to let her know he meant business. He had to with her, or she’d walk all over him.

“For Pete’s sake, you’re ruthless,” Mary shrilled.

“And tell him he can cook your dinner and do your physical therapy too.”

She cackled. “Don’t reckon he’d be up for that-n.”

“I don’t reckon at all,” Solomon said, going over to kneel before her for inspection. “How are those legs of yours?”

“Sexy as all get out,” she said, pulling her bathrobe up and wagging her feet. “I could probably out run yah, but don’t want to make you look pitiful.”

He nodded laughing. “I bet you can,” he mumbled, happy to see no swelling. “Yes, very good. Much better.” He lowered the gown and put his hands on his upper legs. “I think it’s time to take this physical thing up a notch.”

She pawed the air with a hand, getting shy. “Why Mr. Solomon. I didn’t realize you liked little ole ladies.”

He lowered his head hiding his grin as she cackled boisterously at her little joke. “Very funny, Mary, soooo very funny.”

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Solomon flew through the Walmart, throwing supplies in the basket. If the church looked at what he bought, they’d certainly wonder. He was doctoring animals for Miss Mary was the planned excuse. He tried to think like a woman in the toiletry aisle, trying to remember what they used that men didn’t. How the hell would he justify a pack of maxi-pads? He’d just pay for some of this with his own money, that’s how.

The food was last and Solomon shopped like he was preparing a meal for royalty. And his beggar’s budget squealed for him to stop. But she needed the best of the best in the condition she was in. He got several supplements for bones and skin and every manner of herb and food for quick healing he could find.

By the time he was driving home, he was in a panic. It was already 10:00 a.m. He’d gone as fast as he could and left a note for her in case she woke up and wondered, but even with all his hurrying it was going on four damn hours. He’d taped the note to the wall next to the bed so she didn’t have to really move to see it. He hated to say it but he didn’t think her sight would be working soon with those two horrific plums for eyeballs in the sockets.

The other dread was leaving her alone. She’d said the monster had left to go home and lived far away but what if she was wrong? Or lied?

Solomon eyed the area as he got out the truck and hurried to the cabin door with the key. He was relieved a little to find it locked still and quickly let himself in. He stared in the direction of the bed, momentarily blinded in the cabin’s dark interior. He finally made out that she was still in bed. Exact same position as before.

Panic slammed him as he raced to the side of the bed and pressed two fingers to her pulse. She woke up gasping for air like she’d been drowning, swatting at his hands. “It’s me, it’s me,” he hurried.

She finally calmed down, gasping in the bed. “I’m… thirsty.”

A wave of guilt hit him to think she’d been laying there, dying of thirst. “Okay, I got supplies and food. More medicine especially. I’ll get the bags out of the truck and get your drink.”

He ran the groceries and supplies in as fast as he could then locked the door, wishing he had a few more deadbolts. At least he had his shotgun again. He’d found it after searching nearly an hour for it, part of what took him so long. He was more worried that somebody else had gotten it than it being lost.

Solomon brought one of the small bottles of blue Gatorade to the bed and knelt next to it. “I’m going to tilt your head up so you can drink, okay?”

She drank from her swollen cracked lips until half the bottle was down then he stopped her.

“Let’s wait fifteen minutes before letting you drink more,” he said quietly, lowering her head back down. “Your swelling seems to be better.” By one percent. But it was better than nothing and he felt the need to give her good news. “And you’re about to eat some of the best food your mouth has ever had the pleasure of tasting.”

To Be Continued.....
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See you tomorrow,
Lucian