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Sunday, 15 November 2015

***AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT***
Lucian Bane

BIO
Hello, Lucian here. I’m a husband, author, and Christian who loves writing tales—paranormal erotic romance, contemporary erotic romance, fantasy romance, dark erotica, and romantic thrillers-- about men who honor, cherish, and protect the women they love. Also stories that are real enough to form a sort of how-to bridge for the readers, teaching them "how to" add heat and passion to their marriages and relationships; teach them how to build life-long commitments--like I have with my own beautiful wife--and build strong families; all of which serve as a healthy foundation in society.

I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to teach them how to bring out the strength that exists within the men they call boyfriend or husband. Teach them how to dance out their fairytale romance in a world that isn't kind to the happily ever afters we all hope to achieve.

You know, when I was younger, I submitted to my inner reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, the transformation made me into what I am today. A man that believes and endorses Forever Love. Something we could stand a lot more of in our times, don't you think?

Lucian

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Desecrating Solomon: A Forbidden Romantic Thriller

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Synopsis:
On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates. 

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town's abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

***WARNING*** 
This is a dark, gothic, slightly erotic romantic thriller that contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse. 

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Excerpt:

Solomon bolted out of bed, gasping and covered in sweat as the echoed screams Solomon Gorge. Solomon Gorge.  The echoed screams clawed through his brain and blood sending him flying off the bed and the front door. Running off the porch into the dark, he searched the woods around him, looking for who screamed his name. As he spun in circles, he realized he might have dreamt it. But it was too real, it woke him. It wasn’t just some scream, some animal scream, it was a woman and it was his name. Clearly!  
Back inside, he looked around, still searching for any kind of clues that might explain the odd phenomenon. The usual silence in the one room hunting cabin said he was just losing his mind, that’s all. No, something was wrong. He was sure of it. It was all over him, inside, outside. He remembered this feeling, it wasn’t his first rodeo with it. But he really couldn’t think about the two other times in his life he’d been hit by it.
Was it his father? Was the old man dying or something? Solomon forced himself to calm down when hysteria crept a little bit closer to his frayed mind. Would be just Solomon’s luck for his father to die. Right when he’d decided to write him off, the bastard would croak and bring a mountain of guilt in his lap for the rest of his life.
Miss Mary! He raced through his conversation with her earlier that day, looking for anything concerning.  She was always saying crazy things. The woods remembered… her pets talked to her.... But this was all silliness coming from her. Solomon froze, remembering. ‘Something’s coming in the woods,’ she’d said.
Panic seized him. That was it, he was sure of it, he could feel it. Something was coming in the woods to her house. Dear God, maybe her new pets were luring whatever it was. Images of a mountain lion breaking into her house to get at her cute little critters had him jumping into his boots and running to the fireplace for his shotgun. Yanking it from the rack above it, he grabbed the keys for the truck and ran out the house.
Jesus… please protect her till I get there.
Not bothering with his seat belt, he tore out of the driveway and sped like a maniac, searching for clues along the road, in the forest, the sky, anything explaining the reason for that god-awful dread racing full force through his veins now. Rounding the many sharp curves before the lone highway, Solomon floored it down the half mile to the overgrown lane leading to her house. The truck was suddenly an iron beast as Solomon took the turn too quickly, holding the steering wheel in a death grip to keep from being thrown from the driver seat.  
Solomon Gorge! Solomon Gorge!
The memory of that scream pressed his foot harder on the accelerator. Part of his mind said he needed to slow down, he’d be no good to her wrapped around a tree. He desperately agreed but the panic in his muscles refused to let him ease up. By the time he got to Miss Mary’s house, it was a fight to get control of himself. He needed to be aware of his surroundings and the panic was suffocating his senses.
Throwing the truck in park, he shut it off and hurried out. As he made his way in the dark to the dilapidated shack, he looked all around, listening, looking. Something was wrong. Definitely.
Torn between the need to hurry and go carefully, Solomon crept to the front door of the house. Oh God, the door was open just beyond the screen door. She could have left it open. She was eight-seven years stubborn and all the help Solomon offered came with a fight. I always sleep with the door open in the summer, it’s too doggone hot not to. But he’d talked her into—or thought he had—closing it at least when she slept. Hopefully she’d just been her usual rebellious self.
Stealthily mounting the steps, Solomon realized his foolishness. If there was an intruder, they were long gone with the racket he’d made driving up. Per chance the intruder was an animal, then that wouldn’t be so bad. But the far-fetched chance it was a human, he’d want to catch them. But what in God’s name would anybody want with poor old Miss Mary? The sudden terrifying thought that she might have treasures buried on her land that somebody knew about, struck him.
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