We ride alone – no going back – as bloody dusk sets in,
The choice is made – it’s made – as I join in his life of sin.
We stop at length; he laughs – those eyes – I cannot feel regret,
He tells me what to do – he smiles – and soon the scene is set.
The time is come – I dance – before the rowdy crowd,
Their raucous cries – so harsh – appalling, crude and loud,
But then it swells – my voice – it soars sweet, clear and true,
The door swings wide – his grin – he enters right on cue,
His eyes so cunning – winking – laughing slyly, too,
He slips with ease – a thief – into the drunken crew.
While I hold them snared – my prey – I, like them, am trapped.
I let him take their money – gone – while they watch me, enrapt,
The song, it must end soon – I bow – his hands complete their deed,
The thing, it is now done – I weep – he’s at my side with speed.
My prize: a kiss – my drug – and then his love and praise,
He makes me drink – it sears – until I’m in a haze,
He pulls me on his lap – so close! – I lose all time and place,
Lost in his eyes – black void – inside that blurring face,
I breathe his scent – his heat – and feel a stir of doubt,
Looking at his face – beloved – that I can’t quite make out.
“You’ve worked them well – such skill!” – His lips hot on my skin,
“We’ll find some more – well duped! – and do this all again.”
I murmur no – please, no – there’s something not quite right,
“I love you,” he breathes – a touch – and my will soon yields its fight.
I love him too much – too deep – my weak heart starts to thrum.
My thief draws me in – such bliss – my conscience, fading… numb.
I’m going to start posting a poem every Sunday, since they’re short and a lot of my books seem to follow similar themes. This one’s about how far someone would go for love, so it probably relates well to the theme of Under A Caged Sky. Though Jace is nothing like the dude in this poem!
As to updates (for anyone interested) on the books I’m currently working on or that are already out:
- For anyone who reads the Heiress series: I’m 37% through the second draft (see my definition of a second draft in the legend below) of Heiress of Shadow (Ara’s story) and I’ve been working on it since June.
- For anyone waiting for Cascade’s story: I’m 67% through the third draft, and I can’t seem to go any faster than 1% per day (and once I get through this edit, I need to get it out to beta readers… but then it can be published!)
- I’m redoing the cover for Under A Caged Sky! Super excited about this, but nervous, too, in case it doesn’t work out for whatever reason.
- I’m currently finished with the third draft of a dark fantasy romance that one of my friends says has a total Magnificent Bastard in it (TV Tropes) – or the Urban Dictionary has a hilarious definition of it, too.
- I’m also working on the second (possibly third) draft of a super fun sorta fairy tale about a cat princess that is about 54% edited and might be ready in November.
- There’s also an absolutely unapologetic historical Gothic romance whose third draft is at 71%, but it’s taken a backseat to the cat princess story for the moment…
First Draft: In general, I show these to no one but my cats, and they pity me.
Second Draft: My intense edits of the first draft to make it palatable for human readers.
Third Draft: My edits of the second draft based on reader feedback (sometimes I cut or rewrite scenes, add passages or scenes for clarity, fix typos, etc.). I usually reread this myself and fix little things before handing it over to beta readers.
Published Book: May have some typos and small things that beta readers overlooked that I fix as people tell me about them.