Friday, 26 October 2012

Howloween Blog Hop

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Happy Halloween everyone!

I was thinking about Samhain, and how the Celts believed it marked the onset of the dark half of the year. This was the time the veil between reality and the spirit realm was the thinnest and the dead walked.

Now, I’m a big scaredy cat when it comes to ghost stories. Vampires, mummies and zombies, no worries... but ghosts –  that’s another story. I run away from ghostly horror movies (much to the amusement of my children). I’m not much better when it comes to reading them. So, all that being said – I decided to go with a poem. Well, it’s a medieval ballad and is about a thousand years old. It’s sad, sombre, atmospheric and my favourite. I hope you like it.

The Unquiet Grave

‘The wind doth blow today, my love,

And a few small drops of rain;

I never had but one true-love;

In cold grave she was lain.'

'I’ll do as much for my true-love

As any young man may;

I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave

For a twelvemonth and a day.’


The twelvemonth and a day being up,

The dead began to speak;

‘Oh who sits weeping on my grave,

And will not let me sleep?’


‘’Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,

And will not let you sleep;

For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips;

And that is all I seek.’


‘You crave a kiss of my clay cold lips;

But my breath smells earthy strong;

If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,

Your time will not be long.'


‘‘Tis down in yonder garden green,

Love, where we used to walk,

The finest flower that ere was seen

In withered to a stalk.'


‘The stalk is withered dry, my love,

So will our hearts decay;

So make yourself content, my love;

Till God calls you away.’



See... soft, sad but not scary!

Thank you so much for dropping by. I’m giving away one pdf copy of Until the Stars Burn Cold. To be in the running please leave your name and email address.

Nicole  x


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 Forbidden love

Long ago in ancient Persia, there lived a pair of star crossed lovers. In a desperate bid, the lovers sought to flee the town of Adwan. But they were caught and torn apart. For his insolence, Jinn is cursed into a ring. Ages pass and empires crumble... and Jinn is still forever bound in a circle of frozen silver. Bound, that is until present day antiques dealer, Mia Templeton accidentally releases him. Mia is beautiful and Jinn, finds her somehow familiar. Is love eternal and evil everlasting? Can the power that destroyed his life in Adwan, reach through the centuries and threaten his future?


A Snippet from Until The Stars Burn Cold

Mia stirred as a loud rumble of thunder echoed over her house. She cracked open one eye ever so slightly. A flash of lightning illuminated her bedroom wall. She relaxed back into her soft mattress and closed her eyes. She was warm, comfortable and content, and as sleep threatened to reclaim her once more she wondered if it would be possible to reconnect with the delicious and vivid dream she had been having. Parts of it were beginning to disappear and she tried to hold onto the details.

There had been a man, a beautiful man with wide shoulders and lovely brown eyes and he had been kissing her. Mia let herself begin to drift, she was floating, barely conscious of her surroundings as she snuggled deeper beneath her quilt. Yet there was a nagging in the back of her brain that something was amiss. The edgy feeling told her to wake up but her body rebelled and her breath began to deepen. She reasoned that it was nothing to be concerned about; the dream coupled with the oncoming storm had disturbed her and nothing more. That was until she felt a large hand hook around her waist and pull her closer to a warm mass that engulfed her back. Biting back a scream she pushed the hand away and flung herself off the bed. She turned, faced the bed and fear, shock and amazement blended together in a tight ball in her stomach as she saw that there was a man in her bed.

A weak shaft of light pierced the darkness and she could see he was lying on his side stretched out on top of the quilt, with his arm flung across the bed. He was reaching for where Mia had been dreaming only a moment or two ago. It was then that she realized with a little relief that he was fully clothed. He wore long dark green trousers tucked into soft leather boots that ran halfway up his calf and a deep cream shirt under a leather jerkin. 

Mia stumbled across the corner of the room, grabbing the tall, metal floor lamp. She yanked at the cord and pulled the plug out of the socket. The cream silk shade fell off and rolled towards the door. Flicking on the bedroom light gave her a little comfort; at least now she could see exactly what she was up against. She edged towards the bed and looked down at her intruder.

She saw the way the man’s chest softly rose and fell. His eyes were closed and his features were relaxed. Feeling a little braver, Mia took one tentative step back towards the bed and studied the stranger’s face. He was handsome, with high cheekbones and a square jaw. His golden brown complexion was offset by his long dark hair.

Mia held the lamp in front of her like a staff. Taking a deep breath, she wished her heart would stop racing. She pushed the lamp forward and jabbed at the stranger’s shoulder.

 “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?”


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  1. I'm a scaredy-cat - clay-cold lips is enough to have me watching Dancing with the Stars!

    1. Hahaha! And I thought you liked horror movies. :)

  2. Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

  3. Happy Halloween!! Thank you so much for the awesome hop and giveaway! :)

  4. Hi Shadow - hope you have a lovely Halloween :)