want to introduce author JF LEWIS, his first novel written 2009 ,STAKED. A vampire book, races out with our Eric the vampire holding the head of a just dead vampire and a dead werewolf and can not remember what happened and not enough magic to transform into an animal, he gets back to his a strip club and has sex with his girlfriend who has been bugging him about turning her into a vampire, he usually says no but this time he turns her, falls asleep and wakes with a mess. Hunger drives him out where he is rammed by four trucks with werewolfs, dragged out and staked, upon waking he found all the weres shot and tore up like a vampire got them. Was he set up? He got back to the club, had a fight with his new vampire ,business partner invites him to a icehocky game , he drinks blood wine gets drunk and fights the werewolf hockey team ( is there a patten of betrayal here?)
Betrayal, love, sex good for the first novel. second novel REVAMPED is maybe just a little better, wicked wit
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Everyone was shaken out of bed by a loud screaming screech bright ball of light flaming tail falling to earth breaking the sound barrier and knocking us to the ground. Later we found ten rocks, ton size to small car size. One on the city hall lawn, three in the towns cemetary, four scattered on lawns across town and joy of joys one was at the top of my driveway way out of town at my place Divine Nature Preserve about 10 miles from town an area of dry land, marsh and swamp.
I walked down the driveway to the bright changing color spikey rock. It sat there hissing like a radiator and the air was hot. “Well what a trip you had. I hope nothing is broken, I will see if you are here in the morning.”
I returned to the stairs and climbed up to my platform treehouse, it was reenforced by steel beams, a large tree limb,a two bedroom, kitchen , bath, small livingroom and a large livingroom area art working room. It’s about 30 feet off ground, plus the native plants grow under the platform along with desert flowers next to the creek.
The next morning, I ran out to the porch rail and looked over. No rock, but a light was coming from underneath the porch. Tripping down the stairs, the light got brighter. There was the rock sitting on the edge of the creek with part of its edge in the water. The water was rushing over the rock and it got brighter as it got wetter.
“Well, don’t you look happy. Do the different colors mean anything? How did you move?” I heard the phone ring, so I went inside the house to answer it…
‘Hello, Devine art and Park Reserve. Hey Don, you have an odd rock? Yes, I have one, they are landing all over town? Ok, no, I will not remove it this is a preserve area. Bye.”
I went back to the rock and said, “Well, it looks like you have other travelers with you. I wish I could tell them to come here.” All day long the phone rang, I told people how to dig up the rocks, giving them directions to the reserve and then,
“What, you can’t get the rock out? Put your cell phone next to the rock. Hi, I know you are afraid, but you will be safer here. Let them move you.”
Nine rocks came, 1st one large had driver set a top of driveway and each one after down the driveway toward the house; rock 7 came in pieces. Reaching inside,whispering soft sound,words of comfort, laying the crystal into the water. 8 & 9 came seemed to be holding each other and trembling. Rolling the rock to the grass I sprayed water over them. As the water cover the crystal the colors lightened up, the crystals glowed. “Where they come from” one awed visitor asked. “Don’t know. they all fell from the sky,so maybe a planet blew up.” Might be some money be made, crystal are money, maybe we should of kept ours was some of the comments as the crowd slowly left. I looked over the group “if you understand, you will be safer up here under the house and maybe I’ll let the small alligator roam tonight”
Thanks for stopping and reading. ljhlazycat
