Delivery of Ashes

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." Words for the dead. Before the dust had settled, a malevolent phoenix had risen from the ashes to spread its blood-soaked wings over the mountain side.

What began with ash, ended with ash.

Journalist Duncan Sloan is on assignment in the San Joaquin Valley when Diana Lorraine walks through the door. A chance encounter - or is it? Duncan is immediately aware that Diana is like no one he's ever met. And his journalistic curiosity is aroused.

This suits Diana just fine. Something unspeakably evil is lurking in the valley not far away. Something Diana is uniquely able to find. But she needs help, and Duncan is very very convenient..

Chapter 1
The supple fingers of her right hand swept across his palm, tickling the nerves into a lingering post-electric shock tingle.

Chapter 2
"What I'm going to tell you is something that very few people around here know. They've forgotten or ...

Chapter 3
Duncan flicked his tongue rapidly across its surface, while he gently maneuvered a finger...

Chapter 4
I seek that which walks the night and haul its ass into the daylight. And sometimes, I have to deliver the ...

	Chapter 5 He could hear laughter and movement within the house. Peering in through a window, he could see the female in the bedroom...		Chapter 6 During the day, while Damon slept, he tied her with clothesline and made her lie next to him, placing a cloth gag in her mouth.
	Chapter 7 Besides, with everything going on with that missing teacher and all, I don't feel really safe wandering around up there.		Chapter 8 They leaned against each other. Duncan kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Can you move?"
	Chapter 9 She met his lips with hers in a warm, soft kiss, close mouthed at first, then both slipped probing tongues into sweet breath. He pulled her hips close...		Chapter 10 She unfastened her French braid and fluffed out her hair until it became a scarlet nimbus reflecting the fire's glow. The flames licked shadows across her naked skin...
	Chapter 11 "Wedding, sacrifice, mating, whatever you care to call it. I think Damon planned to take me for his bride up here. Well, I'm going to throw him a little surprise...

The End

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