My newest 'baby' is out there in the world to be adored or ignored by all.
The Stone House, is a paranormal, shapeshifter story available through my wonderful publishing house eXtasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com/ Below is an excerpt for you.
Back story... Eloise is a clerk from a record store in a small town. Somehow she found herself invited to a big Hallowe'en party at the mansion on top of the hill. in this scene she is snooping around in a room, drawn to a magnificent portrait over an equally magnificent mantle...
Enjoy!
Numerous other chairs, tables and lounges sat in clusters around the room. “This is more like a hospitality room in some fancy hotel than a living room in someone’s house. I wonder what they use on those tables to get them to glow like that, and where did they get all these blood red roses? There are vases of them on every possible flat space. These people definitely have more money than sense, or maybe they just have so much of what I don’t that I feel a tad jealous.”
Her quiet, personal ramblings ceased when she stepped between the twin sofas and really looked at the huge work of art over the mantle. The way the row of candles flickered over the canvas it was almost as though the subject breathed.
The young woman, dressed in a long soft white gown, stood with her back to the room. Her arms outstretched, she clearly welcomed all the woodland creatures to her. Insects fluttered around her long wavy dark hair, birds of every sort circled her or perched gently upon her arms. The forest floor at her feet was alive with a heady assortment of visitors. Everything from serpents and lizards to fluffy-tailed foxes and one pure black wolf near her right leg.
The wolf drew her in even more than the woman herself. There was something about him— something so pure, so strong, so virile. The artist had stroked every hair on his back with such perfection he seemed alive. As she stood with her fingers rested gently on the mantle, she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his soft lush fur. She felt a warm heaviness in her lower stomach at the idea of digging her fingers into its thickness. Just as her hand lifted from the thick solidity of the mantle to stroke the canvas, the wolf turned to look at her.
Welcome. I am so pleased that you accepted the invitation.
