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I am an Ordained Minister, a Shaman, a Reiki Master Teacher, an Aromatherapist, a Massage Therapist, an Herbalist in training, & a Crystal Healer in training! I am also a Writer! I am one of the Neo- Celí Dé (a form of Celtic christian mysticism based on original early Christianity, & certain Celtic philosophies, perspectives, & certain Druidic elements). I am also a proud member of Clan MacKay. NO PARTIES, JUST PATRIOTISM!

These are a few of my favorite things!;

  • The Harry Potter series! both the movies and the books by J.K. Rowling!
  • Twilight book saga, and movie series by Stephanie Meyer's!

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Author Spotlight; Adonis Devereux

If you like Great Literature, with the often left out element of Eroticism, than you have to check out Husband and Wife Writing Duo Extraordinaire... Adonis Devereux. These Authors are Highly Recommended, not only for their Books, but for their Terrific Blogs. They don’t just offer Wonderful Reviews, but Truly Great Insights into Writing, Life, and Love! Go check them out!!!

Links on How to find them;




Featured Book Highlight;

Excerpt from The Soldier's Lotus;

...“I must enter you now,” Darien said, and Saerileth’s eyes widened.
“To prevent my crew from taking you themselves and dividing you as common spoil.”
“Can you not just order them not to?”
Darien shook his head. “They found you. If I renounce salvage rights to you, they can claim them. The only way to put you utterly beyond their power is to make you my legal concubine.”
“Then why do you not just tell them I am?” Saerileth shifted on the divan and crossed her ankles.
Darien glanced back at Kamen who stood in front of the door and looked straight ahead, bending his concentration on the invisible air. He did not make eye contact with Darien. Something serious ate at him, something that had started the moment Saerileth came aboard.
“I tried that once,” Darien said, returning his attention to the girl he knew he must couple with. “There was no contract, no witness. I didn’t want to take the girl against her will, so I faked it. We Sunjaa are the People of the Word, as you probably know. If it isn’t written down and witnessed, it didn’t happen.” Darien did not enjoy talking about this, but he wanted Saerileth to understand. “Well, my crew went ahead and raped her anyway, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it. She was their salvage, and I had failed her.”
Saerileth stood and let her pallav fall. Darien drew in a long, deep breath. Her beauty was divine, every line and curve perfect. “Your pain is fresh, as if this happened yesterday. You are a man of deep feeling.” And she laid her hand on the bare part of his chest that lay exposed from his loose shirt.
Her flesh was still cold from the seawater, but her touch was like fire on his skin, sending hunger through him. “I will take you, then.” It was half statement, half question. He laid his hands on her shoulders, feeling her delicate frame beneath his strong, soldierly hands.
All Saerileth did was look up at him through her long, black eyelashes and nod. That sent Darien over the edge. He picked her up and kissed her mouth, tasting her lips as if they were fruit. She was half his size, and he easily wrapped his arms around her back, bringing his hands to her opposite sides. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and due to their size difference, she was practically perched on his massive, muscular frame. To Darien, she was no weight at all. He had carried heavier sacks of grain.
Saerileth unwrapped her pallav from her left forearm and tossed it away. With both hands free, she ran her fingers across Darien’s close-cropped hair. Between kisses, Darien could catch glimpses of her body. Under the pallav, she wore a short shirt that left her midriff bare, and the skirt she wore, though tight, accommodated a wide range of movement. The material was elastic enough to allow her legs free reign.
Darien laid Saerileth down on the divan and lay on top of her, though he rested most of his weight on his forearms and one knee that wedged itself between the cushions. So much for the pristine state of the divan! But to Darien, this moment made his saving it worth it. He wanted to be rough with Saerileth, but this was her first time with him, so he promised himself he would be gentle. By the way she ground against him and the way she deep-kissed, Darien guessed she was skilled in sex, but he could not know whether she had ever taken a man of his size inside her before. Considering she was dressed as if she had just come from the Dimadan, he guessed she had not. The Sunjaa were better endowed than the Zenji, and Darien was better endowed than any other Sunjaa he knew. And he had seen a lot of cocks in his day.
Saerileth blindly yanked at his breeches, and he blindly yanked at the shirt that hugged her breasts. They could not stop even for a moment to look at what they were doing; he needed more of her kisses. He did not want to miss one taste. He was greedy for this beautiful, pale stranger, and her clear desire for him only served to make him abandon all reason. His growl slipped past her tongue, and she responded by sucking on his bottom lip. His cock swelled, and he was obliged to reach down and loosen the strings so that his cock might burst free. When it did, it slapped against Saerileth’s belly with such a smack that she gasped and pulled away from Darien. Her eyes searched his in wonderment, as if she had discovered hidden treasure. She gazed into his eyes as her hand found his cock. Once she touched it, she smiled at Darien, let slip a light laugh, and fell to kissing him again.


Other Books By Adonis Devereux;


Once Upon a Time There was a Writing Duo who Loved each other, they were called Adonis Devereux...

And they lived naughtily and happily ever after.... lol

About them, in their own words;
“We wrote the best-selling "Worth His Freedom", "Bride for the God-King", "Chasing Earth and Flame", "Love Comes Twice", and "The Soldier's Lotus", all from Evernight Publishing! We are also part of Evernight's "Naughty Fairy Tales" line with our short story, "The Twelve Naughty Princesses" and the Free Reads line with "Burn Like Ice". We both hold Master's Degrees in Humanities: Focus, Literature, from California State University. We specialize in archetypal criticism, and both of us took this approach for our theses. This attitude affects our concept of story, both in our reviews, and in our own novels”.

I don't know about everyone else but, I so Love Adult Fairie Tales!!!

Also... here are some links to their publishers;
You will want to check out Ever Night Publishing for all the great adult fiction you can handle.




Friday, August 10, 2012

Author Spotlight; Melissa Reid

Melissa Reid, a modern day Mystic, holds a master's degree in counseling psychology and has been a psychotherapist, spiritual counselor, and energy healer since 1978. Melissa is an Empath and Sensitive -- one who psychically tunes into and experiences others' energy fields through her own sensory field. She transmutes others' pain with The Gift of Tears in which everything is dissolved in the face of love.

The Book;
A Journey of Love (Magical, Mystical, and Messy):

Follow one woman’s journey quest to explore Love;

As she travels through Greece, Mexico, and India you learn, as she does how Spirit affects us all, and how Love touches us all, and that Love maybe something very different than you think it is. Her Journey to wholeness and healing can inspire your own. Learn about what it means to step into your authentic self and live the life you were mean to. The pain and suffering in life do not have to overwhelm you; you need never be afraid of being unworthy, nor do you have to be ashamed. Love can liberate you from all of that. Learn if you have not, that you are Worthy, and that shame will not serve you. You can choose to step into the Loving embrace of Spirit! You can accept that there is a purpose for you in life. The Light of Spirit, of Life, and of Love can guide you. Relationships are one of the most puzzling of all the parts of the human life experience; but there is hope, to begin to understand the inner and outer life of relationships. I was reading several of the reviews online of this book; it was mentioned a few times that the author is a “Tell it like it is, Holds nothing back” sort of woman. In speaking online briefly with her this is exactly what I have experienced. She is honest, bold, warm, and personable. I shared a brief version of my own life journey with her as I obtained permission to write this blog. She had some terrific insights and phrase expressions that helped me re-frame or change my perspective of some of my experiences. I found Melissa to be relevant, kind, understanding, and full of compassion, and empathy. I highly recommend you go and get this book if you love reading about someone’s real inner life experiences. What is Love? What is its measure? What are its depths? Perhaps her Journey can put yours into a new light and perspective.

Book Excerpt;


Love. We all hunger for it. We look for it everywhere — through romance, in objects we imbue with an association of love, in family, and friendship, and spirituality. It is what drives us forward and out into the world — looking for love in a life partner, work we love, a community in which we can feel loved, surrounded by the things we love. It inspires spiritual devotion — turning inward for what we can’t seem to find externally, and for some, looking externally for love through one deity or another. We want that feeling of love. We want to love and be loved. But many of us have a multitude of defenses around it. We have conditioning and programming that protects us from hurt, but at the same time, leaves us defended against love. Some of us think we are in love, when in reality we are in need — on a quest to fill that emptiness inside. We are often searching for love to heal wounds and compensate for any number of shortcomings we perceive within ourselves. That was my dilemma, but I didn’t know it. Searching, searching, searching — for love — for years, but to no avail, until finally, one day I began to feel it — this love that I recognized when I felt it — that I must have known about all along, but didn’t realize it — an incredible love that moved me to tears.
It began in 1988, as I sat up in bed upon awakening, calling forth anyone and everyone who could help. Sitting with the remnants of anguish-filled dreams, love issued forth to meet me and embraced the content of my dreams. A tremendous compassion arose for all that I had endured. Childhood neglect and abuse depicted in dream scenes of the past were met with love. The love invoked the tears that poured forth from me — the tears that seemed to be washing away the old. Thus, began the practice of healing my past, dissolving the old energy constructs that were constricted and contracted — holding themselves away from love. The healing evolved into meeting everything with love, including emotional reactions to current situations and past life experiences that were affecting the present. It is as though Love was bringing everything back home to Itself, and leaving, in its wake, the presence of more love.
Love was emerging from within me. I could feel it outside of me as well. It seemed like it was coming from a company of angels and from all those in spirit who walk with me. And over time, I began to sense love as the life force energy that is everywhere — that is animating everything we see and feel and touch with our physical senses. I saw love in dreams and meditations through the eyes of my guides. It was the same love that I saw as an evolved version of myself — me as love, seeing everything as love, with no separation between me and everything around me. This is what fueled my desire for enlightenment, to reside in that awareness of love all the time.
But, in my human self, I was far away from that. Having been immersed in suffering as long as I could remember, the fleeting glimpses of nirvana couldn’t sustain me. Had divine providence placed me in a cave, sheltered from life, I could have avoided that personal search, but it didn’t and I wanted something from the world around me. So, I dove in head first — in one relationship after another, looking for love. I wanted the love of romance novels and fairy tales — the happily ever after. Much of this story is about my quest for that while pursuing a spiritual path that I simultaneously embraced and fought. Despite my resistance, which waxed and waned, healing happened and I evolved spiritually and personally along the way.
This book is about that journey — looking for love in Mexico and India and Greece, healing past lives and balancing karma, listening to the guidance of angels and guides and my inner voice —looking like a fool time and time again. Dissolving my conditioned and programmed self, uncovering my authenticity, becoming more available to love — these are what brought me closer to an awareness of myself as love and the realization that it is our Greater Self that is generating our experience.
I use a lot of words to reference that Oneness that I sense we are — Presence, God, Consciousness, Source, the Vastness, Being, Essence, Life Force, the Self, Greater Self, Love and That that I Am. Ego, personality, child, self, little self and lower self are words I use to describe the familiar sense of “me”. It is what I think of as my humanness — the externally imposed identity comprised of conditioning and programming in our world of form. The physical plane and form are words I utilize to describe all that we can see, feel and touch with our physical senses here on Earth.
Sometimes you will hear me saying, “I” as I am expressing from the place of ego, identified with the world of form. Other times the use of “I” will reflect the deeper sense of Being that I know I am. Many times I will appear to be full of contradictions, and that is because I am. Often mistaking myself for the limited physical self, collapsed into my conditioned thoughts and emotions one minute, while the next, I am resting in the Presence that I Am.
I say, “Child” and talk about “her” in vivid dream and meditation images because that is how the personality and its sub personalities or aspects show up for me. Perhaps that is my psychological background and orientation of seeing the conditioned patterns of thoughts and beliefs and emotions as aspects of my psyche. But, in reality they are energy constructs, comprised of our cultural, familial and environmental influences and programming. They are not personal, animated little beings as I represent them to be. But some of them carry memories from this life and others, and perhaps that explains their portrayal as individuals of differing ages. Maybe it works for me to perceive them as people because I can bring them love and compassion the same way I would any human on Earth.
I have changed the names of my real life characters to protect their anonymity. God knows I’ve revealed a great deal that, if I were them, I wouldn’t want the world to know. But they’ve been human as we all are — reflecting the light and the dark in varying degrees. Although these men who I write about were difficult to have relationships with, they were instrumental in bringing me closer to love. Ultimately, they, along with the others with whom I shared this journey, have helped to create more peace and happiness than I ever thought possible. It has taken me awhile to come to a more comfortable and accepting place with myself, and an even longer time to be all right with exposing myself in all of my naked vulnerability. But, it seems important to share all the heartache and suffering in the hope of bringing love to anyone and everyone who has felt, as I have, the pain of being human.





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