Hi everyone,
I have a 100,000 word erotic novel nearing completion that needs an extra pair of eyes. I see this as a collaboration over several months with no deadlines and no pressure. If the erotic genre with a good storyline and believable characters is your thing, please take a look.
Here is the (for general consumption) prologue...
Bucharest, December 1476
Steaming breath hissed inside the icy crypt as two lines of men traded accusations, threats and insults. A hooded figure sat hunched on a stone sarcophagus, listening. Only his long, ring-encrusted fingers visible beneath his purple raiment. Finally, he stood up.
”Enough!” His voice boomed across the mausoleum with a loudness and authority that belied his small, crooked body. “Listen to me,” he said, stretching out a boney finger and jabbing it at the Count and his squabbling cabal. ”We will annihilate you and your race. Agree to what we ask, or die.” The Count glared back, his fists bleached white, his face pale and sweaty. Unmoved, the hooded figure lowered his hand, scratched his angular chin and cleared his throat.
“We have tolerated your kind for hundreds of years, but the Church will not allow the carnage to continue. You and your cohorts must destroy him and all his offspring.” His hawkish eyes scuttled from face to face, watching the Count and his men seethe. “You have seven days.” Wearily unfurling his cloak, the Count looked at his colleagues. Exhausted by the hours locked in fruitless recriminations and pointless discussions he nodded. Drawing an ornate, dragon shaped stiletto from his belt, he sliced the palm of his hand and slammed it into the wall.
”I give you our blood and my word. We will do as you ask.” “Good,” rasped the hooded figure, ”it is settled.”
Like a murder of angry crows dissatisfied with their meagre carrion, the Count’s men lingered, waiting for their leader. He cursed, pulled his cloak tight about his neck and bowed. A sardonic smile broke across the hunched figure’s face as he shuffled stiffly from the crypt flanked by his Cardinals.
Dangerous
PS - I can't get it to indent!
I have a 100,000 word erotic novel nearing completion that needs an extra pair of eyes. I see this as a collaboration over several months with no deadlines and no pressure. If the erotic genre with a good storyline and believable characters is your thing, please take a look.
Here is the (for general consumption) prologue...
Bucharest, December 1476
Steaming breath hissed inside the icy crypt as two lines of men traded accusations, threats and insults. A hooded figure sat hunched on a stone sarcophagus, listening. Only his long, ring-encrusted fingers visible beneath his purple raiment. Finally, he stood up.
”Enough!” His voice boomed across the mausoleum with a loudness and authority that belied his small, crooked body. “Listen to me,” he said, stretching out a boney finger and jabbing it at the Count and his squabbling cabal. ”We will annihilate you and your race. Agree to what we ask, or die.” The Count glared back, his fists bleached white, his face pale and sweaty. Unmoved, the hooded figure lowered his hand, scratched his angular chin and cleared his throat.
“We have tolerated your kind for hundreds of years, but the Church will not allow the carnage to continue. You and your cohorts must destroy him and all his offspring.” His hawkish eyes scuttled from face to face, watching the Count and his men seethe. “You have seven days.” Wearily unfurling his cloak, the Count looked at his colleagues. Exhausted by the hours locked in fruitless recriminations and pointless discussions he nodded. Drawing an ornate, dragon shaped stiletto from his belt, he sliced the palm of his hand and slammed it into the wall.
”I give you our blood and my word. We will do as you ask.” “Good,” rasped the hooded figure, ”it is settled.”
Like a murder of angry crows dissatisfied with their meagre carrion, the Count’s men lingered, waiting for their leader. He cursed, pulled his cloak tight about his neck and bowed. A sardonic smile broke across the hunched figure’s face as he shuffled stiffly from the crypt flanked by his Cardinals.
Dangerous
PS - I can't get it to indent!
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