JULY 8, 2009

I'M SORRY TO ANNOUNCE THAT KING'S DREAM IS ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. I'VE HAD ENDLESS SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT FROM SO MANY LOVELY READERS, BUT I'M IN A TERRIBLE RUT IN LIFE RIGHT NOW AND DEALING WITH A LOT OF CANCER AND DEATH IN MY FAMILY THAT I HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME OR MOTIVATION TO WRITE. I'M SORRY, BUT I PROBABLY WON'T BE WORKING ON FICTIONPRESS FOR AN INDEFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED AND ENCOURAGED ME. IT REALLY MEANT A LOT!

M. A. MYERS

All right, folks. King's Dream is off and running. I am done with college for the summer now, and will do my damndest to keep up with updates for you all. I will be doing odds and ends jobs all summer--pressure washing hog barns, painting fences, painting farm fuel tanks, babysitting--along with an internship at my college library that will be taking up some time, but I still hope to find plenty of time for writing. I'm really excited for this story and already have quite a few scenes planned out, so I hope you all enjoy it! Have a great summer everyone!

Name: M. A. Myers

Age: 19

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 157 (I know, a girl admitting she's over 100 pounds! I'm solid and proud of it!!)

Favorite Song: Can't really choose, anything by Godsmack, Nickelback, Fallout Boys, or Disturbed...Also Goo Goo Dolls, Switchfoot or A Perfect Circle...Or MCR...Or Evanescence...Or Atreyu...Or Linkin Park...I'm just going to stop now...Well, Avenged Sevefold, Chiodos, All That Remains, The Used etc...

Favorite Books: Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, Dark series by Christine Feehan, Lord of the Fading Lands by C. L. Wilson, ANYTHING BY J. R. WARD!! DARK LOVER, LOVER ETERNAL, the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris, and so many more random books that they don't fit on my bookshelf anymore. Really, I have three stacks as tall as my bed in my room now. New favorite, Larissa Ione! Oh, and I love the Lords of the Underworld series by Gena Showalter!

STORIES

Demon of My Dreams COMPLETE but being REVISED!

Well, this is about a chubby bookworm, english genius, and artistic master all rolled into one: Adara Rennings. Then there's the tall, pierced, muscle bound, and demonic: Vail Arden. Addie's life is altered unchangeably after Vail shows up one night, claiming her as his. He also says he was sent to earth by Satan to stop a human who will end it all. Her. Now he'll have to choose between his impossible but real mate and the fate of the world. Cliche, but always oh so fun.

Excerpt for Demon of My Dreams

Outside, she decided once and for all that the campus was absolutely creepy at midnight. The streetlights above the sidewalks only seemed to light a small pool of ground beneath them that left the area between even darker. It usually wouldn’t bother her, but there was something about the full moon and the eerie stillness in the air that seemed wrong.

She was by the men’s dorm rooms on her way to the Creative Arts building when she saw a figure walking towards her from the direction of the front gates leading onto campus. It was an impossibly tall, massively broad shouldered figure, even with the fast closing distance separating them. It seemed to fade in and out of the moonlit darkness with the lights.

As if his size wasn’t scary enough at twelve thirty at night to a lone woman, as he got closer she could see that he seemed to blend in with the night because he was wearing all black. Even his hair was black and fell in loose waves so that it just brushed his shoulders. It wasn’t until he was at the next streetlight away that she saw the glint of silver necklaces, piercings, bracelets and chains.

All too soon he stood in front of her. She hadn’t even realized she had stopped to watch his fluid, predatorial walk to her. This was a man who knew what he was.

The tips of black boots were visible from under the tattered ends of black bondage jeans with silver chains running up and down and across. It was amazing how silent he was, almost inhumanly silent.

He wore a tight--and when she said tight, she meant so-absurdly-tight-she-didn't-know-how-moving-a-single-finger-didn't-rip-the-thing tight--solid black shirt that more than showed off his flawless body. She was sure his muscle would have been weightlifter huge on any other man, but on his tall frame, it was lithe perfection.

Only one thought came to mind when faced with all of this masculine beauty: He had to model for her.

Perfectly proportioned from head to foot, lightly toned with artfully sculpted features and an exotic, slightly dangerous air. He was her dream. She could see the ranges of lighting, poses and backgrounds already. She had always had a secret fetish for tall, dark and gothic. Almost all of her personal work could attest for that.

But not even the thought of all of this perfection at her artistic command could distract her from the silver. Silver and black bracelets on each wrist, a silver chain link necklace with some archaic symbol hanging from it, and silver and black piercings down the side of each ear. He had his eyebrow pierced twice with two silver hoops.

Which brought her to the eyes. His eyes were the most exotic part about him, if you could believe it. They were the darkest black, almost purple, she had ever seen, and they looked even darker against his deliciously tanned skin. They had to be colored contacts. She fidgeted slightly as said eyes narrowed dangerously.

He was about three feet in front of her and the top of her head just reached his shoulder. He had to be at least 6‘7“, 6‘8“. Is that natural?

He began moving closer and she craned her head back to keep eye contact. His eyes were doing a funny thing, almost like the purple black of his irises were bleeding into the whites of his eyes. She shook her head. She really needed to get more sleep.

He kept coming closer and closer and she uneasily took a step back. She remembered her first thoughts when she saw him, and all of the news briefs and newspaper articles of young college women disappearing from campus spun through her head. If he decided to do anything, she would be helpless to stop a man his size. She had a feeling all of those muscles weren’t just for show.

“C-Can I help you?” Great, let the big scary man know you’re afraid of him.

He looked down at her, and her breath caught in her throat. His irises had been doing something funny. His eyes were solid purple black now. There was no white left.

His nose twitched, almost as if scenting the air. He made a low, guttural growl deep in his throat. It was in no way a human sound.

She froze, not wanting to make any sudden movements to startle the obviously unbalanced man…thing. She stared wide eyed at his face as he approached her and stopped mere inches away. She could feel an unnatural heat radiating from his body. His eyes closed as he seemed to sniff the air again. He made a slow circle around her, never quite touching her, still making that low growl deep in his chest that seemed to vibrate his whole body. For some strange reason, she wasn’t sure if she liked that or not. Him not touching her. Wasn’t it a good thing the psycho hadn’t made a move to grab her, whip out some obscenely huge knife and filet her like a fish? Or, with the way he was growling, grow three inch claws and rip her to shreds? She was an imaginative girl, and the scenarios just kept building.

She was surprised at how calm she was over her impending death.

He came full circle again and stopped facing her. He still hadn’t touched her.

Neither of them moved as they just stood looking at each other. His eyes hadn’t changed from the solid black. She met them squarely with her own brown ones. She would at least die with a little pride. Until he actually moved to do something. Then she would scream and beg.

He suddenly smiled--if you could call a feral flash of teeth a smile. Very white, rather sharp looking teeth. Combined with the eyes and animalistic growling, it made a very imposing picture. She was a little disappointed though. She had expected fangs.

He suddenly made a gravelly growl that rolled through his chest. It took her a frightened moment to realize he wasn’t getting ready to pounce on her; he was laughing. Not that she was going to ask the huge scary man, but what was so funny?

He stopped abruptly and looked down at her again with his dark eyes. Whoa. Can you say bi-polar?

“Mine.” Many emotions flickered across his face with that one word. Relief, happiness, anger, confusion, regret…They moved so fast from one to the next that she couldn’t be sure if that was really what they had been.

She had to work past the sultry, gravelly deep cadence of his voice to register the real meaning of the word…And now she was pissed.

What the hell? What’s ‘mine’ supposed to mean? Was he some sort of illiterate? He couldn’t form a coherent sentence? And did she look like some freakin’ cow he could claim as his property? “Oh, and that fat one with the brown hair is called Addie. Worth a good dollar, she is.” WTF?

He leaned down and looked hard into her eyes. His face was a blank mask once again, but the intensity in his eyes was a little scary.

“It means exactly what I say. You. Are. Mine.”

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