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Sweet Symposium by Jacqueline Czel

This poem was written by our wonderful friend, incredible writer Jacqueline Czel. She wrote it for my husband, Tim, and I after reading my dedication to him for Valentine’s Day. This is the greatest honor that I can think of, having something written just for me. I hope you all find someone that creates poetry in your heart. Thank you, Jackie.

 

FEBRUARY 14, 2013

Sweet Symposium

Plato told
Aristophanes,
the split soul
wants to come
back together
for it is always
seeking through
time to entwine,
with its true twin,
in an ever longing,
deep yearning
to reach its
holiest state,
which fortunately
unfolded for
two sweet friends
turned lovers in the
spirit of youth,
for their split souls
fused back together,
in a divine completion,
a blessed truth.

*For Julie & Tim Hutchings*

From Jacqueline.czel.blogspot.com  Iambic Utterances and Other Wayward Words
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Twitter Crush by Jacqueline Czel

TODAY’S BREW: Vanilla something or other

This little minx resides right here in Boston near The Undead Duo. Follow her on Twitter @Jacqueline_Czel.

 

TWITTER CRUSH by Jacqueline Czel

JD looked at the address in his hand and smiled. The sun had set so he headed to her apartment. He ached to see Marla. 3,451 tweets, 767 direct messages, 634 emails passed between them in the last year and now he would meet her for the first time. He knew she was beautiful on the inside and had seen a handful of photos but now he’d find out what she was like in the flesh. It gave her the time she asked for but he needed more from her. He needed to see her, touch her and eventually share the truth about himself.

Marla left work and walked the 8 blocks it took to get to her apartment in the Back Bay just after 6pm. When she reached her brownstone she saw an incredibly attractive man who was well over six and half feet tall with a muscular frame and thick dark hair that hung just below his ears sitting on her front steps. His eyes were so dark they were almost black. He had a chiseled face with a hint of shadow on it. Although he looked a little pale, he was gorgeous. She took in all of the fine details of his appearance and the dark suit he wore and started to speak but he cut her off.

“Marla?” 

“Yes, how did you know my name?” She asked in a surprised voice.

“I’m JD Raynes,” he said holding out his hand.

She didn’t take it. Marla felt drawn to this stunning man on her stoop but he didn’t look like the JD in her mind or the photographs on her Macbook. He was way too handsome. The JD she knew looked a little bit like the mysterious looking man in front of her but really more like the average Joe.

“When the rain and wind come together, passionate storms ensue.”

Marla narrowed her blue eyes at him. “Are you some hacker who’s stolen my tweets?”

“I hardly think so,” JD responded in a smooth voice.

A tempest of lust built up quickly inside JD as he gazed at her. Her wild dark brown curls and large blue eyes were incredibly sexy and her smooth oval face upon which a smattering of freckles sat was adorable. As he lost his control the wind whipped around them and electricity singed the air.

Marla noticed dark ominous clouds rolling across the sky. The sky blackened quickly and a loud crack of lightening illuminated the street. Loud thunder and rain followed. JD stood up from the stairs and looked out at the dark sky then back at her. Marla stared at him for a moment. She moved to climb the steps but he swiftly settled himself in front of her.

“You’re the cause of this. I can’t control myself.” he said in a deep accent voice before planting his lips on hers.

The moment his lips met hers, a flood of images passed through Marla’s mind. It was a moving film of every conversation they had online. She was reading her messages through his eyes and feeling his excitement and desire for her. The images overwhelmed her as he explored her mouth. She inwardly gasped at the recognition of him and felt her heart open.

She pulled back from him and reached into her bag for her keys. In seconds she had the door open. JD pushed her through it then locked it behind them. When he turned to face Marla, their mouths and arms sought each other with fever.

Marla shuddered as he ravaged her mouth. She wanted this man in her bed minutes after they exchanged words online. He sung to her soul. Her stomach flipped and she felt heated desire begin to pool between her thighs.

JD caught the scent of her arousal and inwardly smiled. She was his. He tore at her clothing, shredding her wet blouse and pulling her skirt from her body. He left her standing in her black pumps with her damp curls cling wildly to the curve of her ripe breasts as he shed his own. He pressed his muscular body to hers, pushing her against the wall. He slid his hand over her breast, across her shoulder and grasped the back of her neck with one hand. He pulled her into as deep a kiss he could, allowing him to plunder her sweet mouth. He reached for her puss with other, sliding his massive fingers through her soft down. He stroked the moist entrance to her soul. She responded, as he explored her body with his hand and flicked his thumb over her throbbing clit, with deep moans that he inhaled.

JD pulled back from her mouth. He took in her beautiful eyes and plump lips before picking her up and wrapping her body around him. “We’ve wanted this for so long,” he growled against her throat as he held her in a possessive embrace. Marla barely smiled at him before she felt the tip of his cock parting the wet entrance to her pussy. She cried out as he plunged his huge prick into her sweet center, stretching and filling her. She clung desperately to his massive shoulders as he fucked her and loved her with fervent need and abandon. Marla felt herself rising and falling as he brought her to the edge.

JD felt her pussy clench around his cock as she orgasmed and he came in response. He filled her with long strokes, savoring her cries and the feel of her slick cunt milking his thick cock. He withdrew from her sweet center and plunged in her, growling out his release, filling her gin with his hot jizz. He held Marla to him, keeping them entwined as her body rode through the aftershocks of their release. He kissed her cheek then moved his mouth lower.

“You know we’re just getting started, he breathed against her neck before scraped his teeth against the pulsing artery in her neck. 

The World’s Longest Thank You by Julie

TODAY’S BREW: Still drinking champagne.

By Julie

I didn’t move from my laptop the whole morning. This is the text I woke up to from Kristen the first morning Running Home was up on Amazon:

WAKE THE FUCK UP.

LOOK. CHRIST ON A CRUTCH WOMAN YOU’RE KILLING ME.

(sees Amazon ranking of 25 in Dark Fantasy and 12,298 in total books. Hurks into mouth a bit.)

Running Home has been out in the world for ten days (at this point), and is still getting better reception than I ever expected. It’s still in the top 100,000 books on Amazon, which to me is like being in the pretty girl’s club. I don’t know how people release books and don’t just cry into their hands all day at the sheer fucking joy of it.

I have these incredible people all around me that never waiver in their loyalty, and stand next to me through everything. This is a team effort. I wrote the book, but this is showbiz, folks, and it takes an army. The people who put me on their blogs, and are writing reviews, and read the damn thing, and tweeted with me while I was querying and supported me while I freaked out, they are my friends, not my team. They are my family, not my pseudo-employees.

I have a small army sorta. There’s not a thank you card in the world that could possibly say how I feel. And there are so many of you! So many people who handed me over their blogs to make a mess of as I please. So many of you who retweet my crap. And all of you who keep me going when I need it most.

Some of the best friends anyone could ask for and that I never thought I would find; Josh Hewitt, the brother I never wanted. Julie Hill, who makes me feel like I can do it, all the time. Beau Barnett, the sweetest, kindest ladies’ man that brings tears to my eyes with his support.

Laura Hughes, Reggie Whitley, Torgs, Megan Paasch, Jessie Devine, and Lou Gornall. You guys are at my very core, and I couldn’t survive without your faces. Or in Reggie’s case, without his hair.

Chris Liccardi and Bobby Salomons. Or Solomons. Bobby, for real, this last name stands in my way. You guys hear more behind the scenes than you probably want to, and I love you for it. Friends forever. I’d get bracelets if I could that said it.

Thanks to Dylan Morgan, who’s been a friend for a long time, and supported me the entirety of it.

My brothers at Books of the Dead Press, especially John F.D. Taff, my old friend, and one of my new favorite people, Mark Matthews. I’m so happy we’ve become the friends we have. And James Roy Daley. You believed in this book right away, and no matter how many bumps we’ve met getting out there, we did it. I have you to thank for making it real.

Thank you Jacke Czel, Elisa, Megan Eccles, Megan Orsini, all the Megans, including the incomparable Megan Kay, who touches my heart every day. Thank you, Imran Siddiq, for reading my book when he clearly has more to do in a minute than anyone on the planet.

Lydia Aswolf, I cannot thank you enough, honestly. The media support alone, but there could be no better woman in the world to make me feel like I really stand a chance out there. You make me a stronger writer.

How can I thank Jolene Haley? Not only is she one of the first friends I ever made on Twitter, but she has given me endless ideas that I execute poorly to promote the book, she sent me a pre-published book by one of my favorite authors, and she is endlessly gushing over me between making sexual comments. I love you, Jolene.

Rob Kristoffersen, Huggy Bear. The work you put into doing my review, and all the virtual holding back of my hair while I hurked. I love you dearly, but even I had no idea that you would come through for me in such a huge way. I’m floored by it.

My friends at Opening Line Magazine! That review and the interview, and the publishing of The Love Abominable stories, and the tweeting, and all the wonderful conversations we have, AND THAT REVIEW! Finding Opening Line was one of the best things to ever happen to me in the release of this book, and when I think “dream come true” I envision that review and the cover of Running Home on your site. Thank you for believing in me.

Thank you to Phil Cone, a man beyond measure, one of my favorite authors and one of the people I never expected to need in my life the way I do. You may tell me I’m a shitty writer all day long, but I know you think otherwise. Also, everyone go buy Paddy Nemesis. You wish you could write with that little filter, but you can’t because you’re not the amazing Phil Cone. You mug.

One of the first people to ever say Running Home was a solid book, even before it was, was JC Michael. This man went to bat for me immediately after my very first somewhat negative criticism on Authonomy. Then I read Discoredia, and we’ve been in each other’s faces ever since. We’ve come so far together, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have a friend in you.

AND YOU PEOPLE HAD BETTER ALL BUY DISCOREDIA WHEN BOOKS OF THE DEAD PUTS IT OUT SOON, BECAUSE YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. YOU DON’T EVEN.

One of my real life people, Jillian Marques. This gorgeous creature was actually a favorite employee of mine over ten years ago, and reappeared in my life, thank God, as a grown adult. I loved this girl from the minute I met her, and still do. Now, she’s not only an amazing support person in my life, and one I can always count on, but she has amazing writing chops of her own. Jilly Bean, I can’t wait until your work is out there for everyone to read. I love you.

Chynna-Blue Scott. The British little sister I never had. I don’t know what I did before you, and certainly won’t ever be able to be without you. Nobody knows just how much we really talk, but you’re one of my best friends in the world, for anyone who doesn’t know. Even if you didn’t have an amazing mind for what to do with Running Home, and didn’t put all the effort in that you do to be my personal cheerleader, I would still think you are one of the most incredible people on the planet. Brilliant, hilarious, beautiful and with a voice unlike any other I’ve ever heard in a novel. I love you dearly. Thank you for everything.

Kristen Strassel. You guys all see that we’re inseparable, but it’s so much more than that. Kristen has believed in my writing since we were kids, and has believed in Running Home even when I didn’t. She is the reason why I’m not in a social media hole. She’s the reason why I know anything about all the avenues I took to get this book published. She’s the reason why I never stopped. She was next to me when I pitched this book to an agent by phone in Hurricane Sandy, when we shouldn’t have driven to New Jersey, but did. Not because she needed an agent, but because I did. She feeds me, listens to me, is loved by my children, mom and husband, and she does more for me on an emotional level than even she realizes, and I can’t ever be without her. Kristen, I can’t wait to do this for Because The Night and Night Moves, not to  mention all the other awesome stuff you’re going to write.

And last, I swear, my husband, Tim Hutchings. You put our entire lives on the line by letting me leave my job to pursue this, because you always knew I could do it. You smile through the hardest times, you hold me when I can’t get out of my own head, you love me when I’m too hard to love. You’ve always seen me, and I’ve always seen you. There will never be anyone in the world who reaches my very soul the way you do. There’s no life for me without you in it. I love you more than you can ever know.

There are more people in the world for me to thank, but not all of them will read this, including Mrs. K, and Mr. Waterhouse, my 5th grade teacher. And Professors Curley and Hurley. (That’s real.) And of course, my mom and stepdad, and my Dad. But this is all I can take for today. I love you all.

Time To Sexify: Stories To Strip By Begins!

TODAY’S BREW: Chocolate cherry. Just sexy enough.

by Julie

Ah, February! The time for those of us still in love with the idea of Valentine’s Day to let out our inner sex-crazed fiend. Or inner romantic. The Undead Duo endorses both for our month-long feature Stories To Strip By that will leave you swooning, panting and screaming for more. The schedule is as follows for you to look forward to. Do wear your best underthings.

February 2  Mari Wells: Just Another Hunt

February 4  Jacqueline Czel: Twitter Crush

February 8  Josh Hewitt: Hurting From Wanting You

February 10  Beau Barnett: Make A Wish

February 12 Chynna Blue Scott: Steam

February 14  A little fun with Kristen and Julie

February 16 Jeanie Grey: Turning Point

February 20  Chris Liccardi: Believe

February 22  Jillian Wegrocki Marques: Stranger

February 26  Zoey Derrick: Devilish Desires Part 2

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