Pleasure Island – I’m writing this loopy on pain killers having just had reconstructive surgery on the area above my lip. So god knows if this post is going to make any sense at all. My imagination usually runs wild but more on along the lines of myths and metaphysical stuff.
I love ancient ruins, so my island would be similar to a Greek island – olive trees, marble temples, herbal scented air, aqua blue ocean. Pleasure Islanders would dress in silky linen drapery, wear gold threaded sandals, paint their faces in exotic tattoos. I’d be the goddess of the island and my temple would be decorated with flowers and offerings of fresh fruit and olives from the orchards would be lay by my statue. Wine would be the drink of choice and produced from the island’s lush vineyards. Life would be peaceful, joyful and good.
Ah, and let’s not forget the men. Bronze, muscular and a picture of Greek perfection.
I think I’ll go and rest now and maybe if I’m lucky, dream about Pleasure Island!
Thou shall not kill.
For archangel Razi-el, he had no choice. He would break God’s commandment again if it were to save Uri-el from a demon’s talons. Yet even God’s most trusted archangel cannot avoid punishment. No longer Razi-el, he is now Izar, a Protector sworn to kill for the angels.
When a Protector kills an angel, Izar is summoned to work alongside Uri-el to capture the killer. Izar is shocked when his bloodlust spikes hot for the archangel. He knows better than to go after forbidden fruit. Refusing to give in to temptation, he ignores his body’s tempestuous arousal for Uri-el until a heated argument turns his blood into molten lust.
As they rush to find the killer, their passion plays into the demon’s plan. Izar will have to make a choice between life and death if he is to save Uri-el again.