Catch Up Post


I’ve been meaning to upkeep this blog, and just realized today, its been over a year since I last posted. 

I am still writing… I am still participating in blog hops and flash fiction challenges, just not as regularly as I used to. I still haven’t finished any of my novels I have started, same old thing there.

I am still working on my newest vampire story, that I shared a bit before in a previous post. I am also writing poetry, music and lyrics, and working on some paintings, lately. I get some creative time in on the weekends, but it all depends on my day job and how tired I am. I am still working at an elementary school, but there are only 5 weeks left of the school year, so then I have summer break to work on projects. Unless they ask me to work summer school. 

I will post more soon!

Bleeding hearts & Fangs, 


Thurs. Threads o2.o1.18


I took another Honorable Mention for this week’s #ThursThreads flash fiction challenge!

The prompt: “I feel like I’m talking to the air.”

Armani sat at his desk going through the art gallery’s online collection, as I went through the list of donors to the gallery. I was fascinated by watching him work. All I had ever experienced was the vampire in him, and not the artist and businessman that he also was. It was serene watching him do something other than torturing me.

I looked down quickly, back at the list, as he looked up at me with an eyebrow raised. 

“You better be working.” He warned. 

“Done. Where would you like these?” I answered, fixing the pile of papers. I looked up, but he was gone. 

“I feel like I’m talking to the air.” I said, loudly.

“You were.” He smirked, reappearing next to the table I was sitting at, holding a wine glass.  I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“You are so infuriating.” I said under my breath.


“Yeah, no shit.”  I waved the pile of papers in his face, “Where would you like these?”

“On the floor.” He answered plainly, taking a sip from his glass. 

He took the papers from my hand and tossed them on the floor.

“Now, go pick them up.” He said. “Since you want to be so snarky with me.”

I refused, not moving from my chair. 

His fingers brushed down my neck to my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, “Go pick them up.”

I was then putty in his hands. His hand on my shoulder guiding me to the floor.

“You belong right there, on your knees.”

From the judge, Liv T. Dalin:
While there are some juxtapositions in the first paragraph that nearly threw me off, the sense of the essence of the characters is something you convey rather beautifully further down. There’s no doubt as to their relationship and I can easily imagine them in a longer piece. Congrats!

MidWeek Tease o1.31.18

midweeknewestWelcome to MidWeek Tease! Its been a long while since I have been able to participate. But I am back at least for this week.

I am going to continue on where I left off with my WIP. I have been on a writing hiatus and just got back into writing this. It’s about a young, wealthy, winery owner and artist, who falls for a woman who works at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not only because he thinks she is beautiful, but because she is so bold and sassy. Only his true identity, as a vampire, must not ever be known to her. Both struggle to fight their growing attraction to each other, until Anton proposes a strictly physical affair. But how long will it last before they admit to each other that they want something more? And what will happen if she discovers his secret? 

Where we last left off, Anton’s fantasies of Charlotte were disrupted when he was worried about her taking a bubble bath alone, knowing how tired she was. He was trying to get his mind off of her drowning in the bathtub, when his phone rings…

male-vampire-biting-woman-passion-20611105My phone vibrated. I went over and checked it. Another text from Charlotte, She said the talk was hardly boring and that she hadn’t drowned yet, indicating that she was still enjoying her bubble bath. I asked her how her bath was, she replied “very relaxing”. I replied to her that she deserved it after taking care of an unsatisfied, demanding artist all night.

My phone vibrated instantly, as she asked what was so unsatisfying. I replied that she wasn’t able to attend all the fun inside the museum. It took her a few minutes to reply with “but you got to have me alone, instead”. My reply, “See, never satisfied.” At the same time, I received another text from her saying I wasn’t that demanding. I smirked at this one and decided to dial her.

When that siren voice of hers answered, i said, “I told you earlier, you have no idea how demanding I could be.”

“Is that for business, or for everyday life?” She asked, boldly. “Or in the bedroom?”

I was not expecting her to be so brave to ask if I meant in the bedroom.

“Would you like to find out, for yourself, one day?”  I challenged her.

The other end of the line went somewhat silent, my hearing making out the water moving in the bathtub and her taking a deep breath and letting it go.

“Yes.” She finally responded, seductively.

“Would you like it to be the bedroom?”

She slightly laughed and answered perhaps in such a way that gave away that she meant yes.

“Good.” I said.

“Did you enjoy the talk?”

“So far, yes. But I haven’t finished it yet because I’m on the phone with you.”

“Should I let you go?”

“No…i can watch it later.”

“Truthfully , that talk would have been better if I could have looked up and seen you sitting there.”

“Why is that?” She asked, very unsure of herself.

“You have a calming effect.” I replied, but not telling her the exact calming effects she had on me.

“I don’t know about that, “ she laughed, “I’m kinda the exact opposite. Quite snarky if you haven’t noticed.

“Yeah, I think I noticed that, the moment you introduced yourself tonight.” I said sarcastically. “Definitely made you stand out…in a good way.”

“I’m usually way more professional when I’m working at the museum, but I just couldn’t seem to hold it together tonight.” She laughed as I heard more water splash around in the bathtub.

“What threw you off?” I inquired.

“You.” She said, “I wasn’t expecting your artwork, nor you, to be so….um, captivating.”

I could tell she was trying to be careful with her words.

“Well, thank you for that. I found you just as captivating, if not more.”

I heard her slightly giggle and if I had been looking at her in person, I would guarantee that she was blushing.

“So, having wine with me at my place of employment in front of my co-workers wasn’t enough for you tonight?” She asked.

I laughed, “No, you didn’t come home with me.”

“You didn’t ask.” She replied.

“Would you have? If I had?”

“No, not tonight. I may have been off the clock but I was still representing the museum. But tonight is over, so I don’t have to be good.”

“Well then, I propose that you that you go out with me after work tomorrow, on a date. We can as unprofessional and as inappropriate as we like.”

She took another breath, like she knew she should say no, but just couldn’t do it.

“I’ll be done around six.” She finally replied.
I told her I would text her when I was done with my day (really when I would awaken from my daytime slumber) and then we would figure out all the logistics. Before I hung up with her, she asked me what I had said to her in Romanian. She had tried to look it up, but wasn’t saying it right for her phone assistant to understand it, and she didn’t know how to spell it.

“You will have to wait for that.” I replied before hanging up.

A few moments later, I texted, You get one…Ai ochi frumoşi, and sent her an audio text of me pronouncing it.
Right before I went to text goodnight to her, she responded, The same could be said about you. Then she sent me an audio file. I didn’t know if I dared open it and listen to what it could be, certain parts of me might burst.

I hesitated and opened it, bad idea. It was of her, saying “Ai ochi frumoşi”…perfectly. Now, I had a recording of her voice whenever I wanted to torture myself, which would be all the time.

Perfecţiona, I texted to her. I texted I would see her tomorrow, and then, Visuri negru dulce.

She texted back a few seconds later, that she liked that and wished me a sweet dark dreams, as well. If she only knew how dark my dreams really were…

Thanks for reading! 

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

WeWriWa / Snippet Sunday o1.28.18

wewriwaWelcome to WeWriWa / Snippet Sunday! I have been gone for a long time, but this week I can participate.

I just wrote this snippet. It picks up where I left off months ago from the story of Armani & Karlea, where they decided to have breakfast in bed. This is afterward.

8210835Karlea awoke, everything was spinning. The slight rays of daylight, coming through the blinds, stung her eyes and made her head hurt more. Everything in her body hurt, her ears ringing. She was having trouble breathing, her lungs were filled with shards of pain every short breath she took. Was this death? Was she finally dying? 

She slid out of Armani’s bed, onto the floor. She looked up to find him, clothed, standing over her, watching her cautiously.  

“Am I dying?” She said slowly as he knelt down in front of her.

Thanks for reading! 

You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

Thurs Threads Challenge o1.25.18


Prompt: “You should come with a warning sound.”

I watched her from the doorway as she danced around the kitchen, eating ice cream from the bowl in her hands as music blared from the stereo system. Her t-shirt slowly creeping up her hips as she moved, revealing her very sexy black lace underwear. Her pale legs and petite bare feet propelled her across the floor. There were definitely worse creatures I could be existing with.

I appeared in front of her as she went to take another step. She screamed and jumped backwards, losing the bowl of ice cream in her hands.

“Damn it, Armani!” She yelled, as I set the bowl on the island counter next to us. 

The expression on her face changed from surprise to her usual natural fiery spark. 
“You should come with a warning sound.” She added.

I pulled her into me and looked down at her, “Yeah? I think you like it.” 

She shook her head and tried not to smile. She always did this when she didn’t want to admit that I was right. 

I pivoted quick on my feet and brought her back against the the counter, the bowl of ice cream flying off and smashing against the floor — I wasn’t catching that — I held her against the counter as she looked up at me. I leaned down, letting my lips brush hers before pulling away. She quietly protested. 

“No warning sound, my blood is in you, it connects us…you should use it.” I said before disappearing from the kitchen.


From the judge, Tina Glasneck:

What an intense 249 words! You made every word count with enticing the reader to read more. It was a natural hook that made me want to read more, and to learn more about Armani. I want to read this now!

#MidWeekTease o5.24.17

midweeknewestWelcome to MidWeek Tease! I love being late to the party 😦

Its been a crazy week already, but we are winding down on the school year and things always get crazy around this time. I also wanted to say that Kathleen Grieve’s family is in my thoughts. I am so sad to hear of her passing!

Let’s continue on with my WIP. It’s about a young, wealthy, winery owner and artist, who falls for a woman who works at the art museum. He is immediately drawn to her not only because he thinks she is beautiful, but because she is so bold and sassy. Only his true identity must not ever be known to her. Both struggle to fight their growing attraction to each other, until Anton proposes a strictly physical affair. But how long will it last before they admit to each other that they want something more? And what will happen if she discovers his secret? 

Where we last left off Anton and Charlotte were having a glass of wine after the artist reception at the museum. Anton was having issues controlling certain parts of himself 😉

male-vampire-biting-woman-passion-20611105“I have something for you.” I said, trying to change the subject, as I pulled my phone from my pocket. “I need your email, though, to send it to you.”

She looked at me, weird. “Ughh, why?” She questioned.

It took me a second to figure why she had asked like that.

“No, no, no.” I slightly laughed, “Not that. I’m not sending you dick pics if that’s what you think. That’s happened to you?”

“Far too many times.” She laughed.

I shook my head, “I apologize for the male species everywhere.”

“I’m not against it,” I continued, now would have been the best time to send one, “but it takes some pretty heavy begging from the receiving party. I had Jonathan record the talk on my phone for you, but its too big of a file to text you.”

“Oh, wow, thanks.”

I nodded and handed her my phone with a new contact page for her info. She quickly typed.

“May I have your phone number, too?” I politely asked.

She raised her eyebrows at me and then a small smile crept across her face.

“Yeah.” She replied, “You get annoying, I don’t have a problem hitting the block button.”

“Point taken.” I said, swirling and sipping more wine. “On that note, you don’t have a lover that’s going to want to beat the crap out of me for talking to you and keeping you so late?”

I wasn’t sure how well the monster in me would react to a possessive significant other, it was already hard enough to control myself around her.

She handed me my phone. “No, I’m a free agent. Have been for a long time, so no worries here. What about you? Am I going to have some crazy lover… or ex lover after me because I had a glass of wine with you?”

“Absolutely not. I’ve been too busy with the winery for any romantic entanglements.”

It had actually been over a century since I had last “dated” anyone.

She went to sip her wine, instinctively I put my hand on hers, “Swirl it first.”

“Right.” She replied, as if trying to remember. Her soft skin once again sending a spark through me. I quickly removed my hand so she could drink.

“You’ll learn.” A bit of dominance slipping into my tone.

She wasn’t lost to it. She stared at me for second, her eyes dilating for a moment. She smiled before she brought the glass to her lips.

She seems to be having all these different effects on him. The ones she notices, I think she likes 🙂

Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors here.

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X

#WeWriWa / #SnippetSunday o5.21.17

wewriwaWelcome to Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday!

Where we last left off Karlea accepted his invitation to breakfast in bed. Armani promised to be gentle with her, but he was anything but…

pub_logoArmani pulled away, watching her chest heave from her rapid breathing. He brought his hand to his mouth, biting down. Karlea pulled his hand away, shaking her head.
“You don’t want it?” Armani asked.
“No,” Karlea answered, watching his blood drip, “I mean I do, but…”
“You want to see what its like without it and see if last night was real.” Armani finished her sentence for her.
“Yes.” She replied. 

Super short, but that’s ten. Can’t wait for Armani’s cocky reply!

You can read more amazing authors here and here.

Enjoy your Sunday!

Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,
~Siren X