Well the new blog has been up for a week and no problems so far (fingers Crossed). Anyway life has been a little up and down for me, I’ve been addicted to playing Total War Medieval 2, ironically it was buying TW: Warhammer that allwed me to play it on the new computer with Windows 10, and when i try and get some done i find life throws me a nice curve ball to screw up my plans, not to metion the recent series of Game of Thrones. Yes i’m a GoT nut, I love the books and i’m addicted to the series, just wish they wouldn’t keep killing off my favourite characters. So as you can surmise my writing has been suffering for it.
Untill i finish the first chapter of Transformations, I’m focusing all my writing attention on it. The problem is that after going self-published i’ve become addicted to trying to make my writing as good as it can be, even my fanfics so i spend a but of ltime obsessing. I’ve tried half a dozen different ideas so far and still got pages of ideas jotted down. The problem is Transformations starts half way through and then looks back so got to get everything right.
In other news, Confessions is still struggiling. I took part in a event on Friday but could neither drum up interest or much else. That’s the hard part of being a opening act i guess. Anyway, another even is sceduled for next month so hopefully better luck next time.
Finally, as i promised last week, her is a sneak peak from Transformations.
How have I come to this?
Lightning streaked across the blackened sky, scorching the overcast heavens with a brilliance that turned darkness into blue-white light and threw the canopy of dense black clouds into sharp relief. Not so much as flinching under before it’s fury, Videl numbly watched bolt stab the sky, the glare turning her ivory skin ghostly white against the lustrous curtain of raven hair spread out beneath her.
It had been Gohan’s idea to have a skylight in their bedroom. He’d wanted to be able to snuggle together and stare up at the sky and make love under the stars like they had when they’d first started dating, back when they’d been hormonal teens who’d spend the long afternoons training out in the middle of nowhere, far away from anyone who might overhear. Their growing careers, as well as the recent real-estate developments across the 439mountain area increasing the risk of discovery, had put a stop to those ‘workouts’ however and Videl had been so surprised, and turned on, by his uncharacteristically romantic gesture that she had agreed immediately before kissing him hard and demanding he take her, their across the architect’s desk…
No, stop that! She chided, scrunching her eyes closed. Rolling onto her side, she drew her knees up to her chin and hugged herself against the heat coiling round her belly and that familiar, needy throbbing in her centre which always came before… No! It would not take her again. She was Videl Son. She was stronger than this. She would fight it. She must fight it.
How have I come to this?
Gohan. Shame twisted round and over her belly in tighter and tighter knots at the thought of her husband, but a part of her leapt and despite the heat spreading through her she couldn’t resist twisting to peer longingly up at the skylight. She wanted him back, here, home in this bed with her where he belonged. Yet then could he ever forgive her? She had done the unthinkable, broken her marriage vows to him, and risked everything they had together. And she’d enjoyed it. Videl had relished every second.
Red and sore from so many hours crying, deep cerulean eyes peered longingly up at the roiling canopy, straining to catch any glimpse of golden fire amidst the enveloping storm. Somewhere out there, beyond the storm and the earth and all the furthest reaches of the solar system, lost amidst the sea of innumerable stars, Gohan was swept up in the race to gather up the dragon balls before the earth was destroyed by their mysterious magic.
When Goku told them what had transpired on Dende’s lookout, of the planet’s imminent destruction and the plan to search for them using an advanced radar fitted into a new capsule corp starship, Videl knew that her husband would go along with his father and the other saiyans. He was just too noble. It didn’t matter that he had given up recreational martial arts so they could start a family, Gohan was still a Saiyan and would never stand aside and let the others risk their lives if he thought he could help. And they needed him then, so when he’d said he was going too, she didn’t object.
Later, when they were back home and Pan had left to spend the night round a friend’s, she had slipped into her sexiest nighty and slunk into the bedroom. The room was dark but for the low light filtering in through the skylight above and her chemise, a near transparent slip of silk that would have left nothing to the imagination if not for the delicate trails of floral filigree spiralling from hem to neck, didn’t make so much as a rustle as she moved towards the bed. Clad in nought but a pair of drawstring slacks that did nothing to hide the muscular thighs within, Gohan sat perched on the edge of their bed with his fingers laced and head bowed. Tumbles of spiked ink-coloured hair blocked her from seeing the worry etched across her husband’s broad, handsome face. The pose accentuated the muscles of his back and gave his skin the skin the look of milk marble. To the casual eye, he looked deep in thought but Videl knew the demi-saiyan too well to be deceived, or to miss the all too familiar way he’d obsessively rub the back of his neck or have that haunted faraway look.
Seemingly lost in thought, he gave no sign of noticing her approach, but she knew he sensed her, feeling her presence in the same ripple of awareness that coursed through her own skin.
“You know you have to go.” She husked, coming up behind her husband on her hands and knees to nuzzle the sensitive spot where his collar met his neck. Draping one arm over his shoulder, soft fingers gliding down his chest to brush over a flat nipple and teasing it to stiffness, she curled the other round his waist and nestled into the ridge of his back. Tight muscles quivered under her touch, belying his stoic exterior, and Videl didn’t fight the playful smile tugging at her full red lips. “They need you.”
“So do you” he said without looking up, the cultured rumble of his voice deadly soft with a crackling intensity that sent quivers racing through her belly. Though she had only caught brief glimpses of it, Videl knew a terrible rage burned inside Gohan that, when released, made even his mother appear calm and docile.