Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Behind the Stone Door ~taste~

Behind the Stone Door
By: M.A Gonzales

Behind the Stone Door
By: M.A Gonzales

Dedicated to my beautiful daughter Ruby. Believe in magic with all your might and always keep your childhood imagination and wonder. I love you baby to the moon and back.

Chapter One

It was a cold and isolated place. She was scared even though she tried desperately to be brave. She wanted her mother but knew she had gone heaven just a short time ago and even though she wasn’t present she would always be watching over her. Two weeks after her seventeenth birthday and she had lost both of her parents in that freak plane explosion that had happened over the Atlantic Ocean. Missing them had only gotten worse as the dark, cold days passed slowly reminding her that she would never feel whole again.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the driver of the black spacious limo. He was a quiet man who only looked back at her in the rearview mirror from time to time. He had only introduced himself as Mason when he picked her up at the airport and that her grandmother had instructed him to pick her up and drive her to Aliamon, the place that would be her home from now on.
He was as unfriendly as a person could possibly be and his long deeply wrinkled face seemed worn out and leathered by life. He was cold and distant dressed in his black uniform and matching hat. She wondered if he had any children and if he did she knew he wasn’t the playful, imaginative father hers had been. Even the other kids at school had envied her parents because they always willing to play with her and indulge in the imaginative lands of fairies, elves, and unicorns. When other adults had tried to beat imagination from her saying she was too old to indulge in such ridiculous things, her parents had encouraged it claiming that one was never too old to believe in the magic of imagination. Now without them imagination was something she would never again be able to indulge in freely.
Snow cascaded from the sky dusting the old arthritic branches of the large oak trees that lined the vacant road leading to the old mansion. She had never met her grandmother before the funeral and her mother scarcely spoke of her claiming they had never gotten along but now, as her only surviving relative she had become her guardian. A perfect stranger now had complete control over her life.
She lifted up the blue jean book bag with the large rainbow peace sign her mother had given her for her birthday. It contained all her favorite books, Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Labyrinth: A Novel. There was one book, which was more special to her then the other and that was Where the Wild Things Are. For as long as she could remember, no matter how busy she was, her mother would always take time out to read to her any book she chose. Her mother’s favorite had always been that particular book. She used to say her favorite part of the story was how the little boy wanted to be some place else, some place magical where imagination was real. When he got to that place it was fun at first but as the hours passed he missed his mother more and more. Finally, he returned home and much like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz he realized even if magical lands existed and one got to go there they would eventually become homesick because there truly was no place like home.
Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears as a sharp, desperate pain stabbed her heart. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to push back the intense emotions threatening to swallow her whole. No matter what, from this point forward, her life would never be the same.
“We have arrived.” Came Mason’s deep voice as the large limo came slowly to a stop.
Looking out the window, she drew in a deep breath at the sight of the formidable mansion in front of her. A powerful shiver racked her slender frame as she stepped from the car staring up the stone stairs to the front door. She was frightened and wasn’t sure if she had the courage to actually open the door and step inside. The setting, the gloomy weather and even the ancient mansion itself looked like something out of a creepy horror movie. If a deep howl sounded from the woods then she would officially be completely freaked out.
Tightening her hand on the thick strap of her book bag, she took a deep breath and walked up the steps. With each step she brought herself closer and closer to the new reality her life had suddenly switched to. The only family she had left was a reclusive grandmother she never met, worse yet she hadn’t even known for the longest time that she even had a grandmother. Standing in front of the heavy, solid oak door she raised her hand to grasp the brass knocker hanging in the center. Before she could do just that, the door slowly opened with a loud creak. A short, very old and wrinkled woman with short salt and peppered colored hair stood next to the door. She looked skinny and fragile dressed in her black and white maid uniform and white apron.
“Welcome. Please come in.” She stated simply as she stepped to the side.
“Thank you.” Eliza gave her best smile and crossed the threshold into the mansion that was her new home. The soles of her shoes were completely silent as she made her way across the cold marble floor. A large crystal chandelier hung above her. To the left of the entrance was a large winding staircase that led up to the second and third floors.
“Your grandmother is awaiting you in the Library.” Croaked the old maid as she led the way down the dark, silent corridor. She stopped suddenly and pointed to the dim lit room to the right with a crooked, discolored finger.
Eliza swallowed hard as she entered the room to meet her elusive grandmother. The Library stayed true to its name. Quiet, warmed by the fire blazing in the fireplace, and full of books. Shelves upon shelves of books stretching from floor to ceiling.
A soft voice echoed from behind her and she spun around to face one of the most regal women she had ever seen in her life. Her hair was completely white and seemed to almost sparkle in the firelight. She had been blessed with good skin with only subtle hints of wrinkles here and there subtracting a few years from the sixty years she had lived but it was her eyes that hit a cord within Eliza. Those same eyes looked at her lovingly every day for fifteen years. It was a trait that mother and daughter shared and they sent precious memories flooding through Eliza’s mind. Her heart clenched at the bittersweet and painful memories.
Smoothing her hands down her gray pencil skirt, her gaze traveled over Eliza slowly. Her chin tilted up much the same way that Eliza’s teachers used to when someone was in trouble. “You’re just as I expected you to be. Young and slightly disheveled, just like your mother when she was your age.” Crinkling her nose, she motioned to Eliza’s hair. “What’s this?”
“What?” She reached up smoothing her hair with her left hand.
“What’s wrong with your hair?”
“There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“Well, you’re hair is clearly black and I dare say pink strips is not a desired hair color option for most people.”
Straightening her spin, she lifted her chin in defiance. “It is for me and my mother helped me pick out the colors and the style.”
Sniffing as though the very site of her was distasteful she smirked. “Yes, well my daughter never was responsible and clearly she didn’t develop that in her parenting either.
“My mother and father were the best parents and any child would have been lucky that have them.”
“Indeed.” She shook her head, turning back to her desk. “Cora will show you to your room. Dinner will be in the dinning hall at six.” Looking over her shoulder her eyes were narrow and stern. “In this house I expect prompt punctuality is that understood?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes Grandmother.” Without another word she turned and followed Cora.
As they followed the path they had previously taken, Eliza felt tears burn her eyes but she refused to allow them to fall. She wouldn’t allow anyone to see the fear and pain burrowing deep inside her, threatening to swallow her whole. She had to be tough, she had to be strong and from the moment her life shattered she swore no one would ever see her true pain again. She’d keep it hidden; she’d keep her true self-hidden from everyone and everything.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

More info on The Walking Dead

So, The Walking Dead is set to premier on AMC on Halloween, already way cool and a very indemand time slot if my research serves me correctly. I predict this show will be a huge hit with millions tuning into the preimer, I mean honesly who doesn't love a zombie show on Halloween and one that no one has yet seen?

Because I've been hella busy lately, I just came across the trailer for The Walking Dead, sad I know considering that Communications is my thing, lol. Anyhoo, I loved the trailer!! Simply loved it and even got a brief look at Michael Rooker which is always awesome. The director attatched to the series has The Shashank Redemption and The Green Mile under his belt so in my opinion this show was set to be badass right off the bat. The producer did an excellent job in my opinion cause some of these made for tv things look cheesy, not the case here. The make up is excellent and here is a shout out to all the extraordinarly talented people who worked on this project behind the screen, *woot*. You guys roc!

This series reminds me something of a cross between Resident Evil2 and 28 Days later simply because he wakes up from a coma to a world that is virtually ravished by a disease that reaminiates the dead. The lead character is very appealing and human. Just a man looking for his family and clinging to the fading memories of a society that is no more. One thing that pulled at my heart in the preview was the man who sees his zombie wife in his front yard, how does he pull the trigger? Ahh, so many human things to ponder in just the trailer. I predict this show is set for great things and I don't think anyone who tunes into the preimer will be disappointed. There was no glimpse of Norman Reedus, the talented actor that plays sibling to one Michael Rooker but I have seen a few pics that can be found on the web of him in character. I must admit there is a charisma about him and I can see why there are so many fans that are crazy about him. I have checked out his other works and was not disappointed in the least so I know I wont be here either!

The trailer definately left me wanting more and as anyone in entertainment knows, Anticipation is key! More to come later.


Monday, September 13, 2010

Dark Rising Excerpt...

“What the hell is going on?” She demanded hobbling into the room. “What are you doing here?”
“Ana you’re up.” Maria turned to her and looked about as stunned to see her up and about as she was to find them talking in the library.
“No shit. What is Eric doing here?”
Maria frowned, looking confused. “Whose Eric?”
“Whose Eric?” She pointed the silver blade in his direction. “That’s Eric.”
“Ana,” he began. “I can explain.”
“You’d better.”
“I’m not Eric, I’m Vincent.”
“Vincent?” She shook her head. “Who the fuck is Eric?”
“There is no Eric. I’ve been watching you, trying to protect you from Erzabel.”
Pressing her hand against her side, she glared at him. “Well, you did a shitty job of that!”
His jaw tightened in anger and who knows maybe even sorrow. “I know.”
“Ana he did save you.” Maria had her arms folded across her chest and she had the nerve to look pissed off at Ana’s comment.
“Don’t you dare get mad at me! I’m the one who got dragged into this whole damned thing. You and your husband just threw it at me one day and said ‘here it is’.”
She stepped closer to Eric and it was then that she noticed something very strange. The golden brown eyes that had seemed to capture her by the lake were now a bright red. She gasped her gaze drifting to his slightly parted lips. He couldn’t be, a vampyer.
Her grip tightened around the knife as images of Paul and his cruel sacrifice flashed through her head. Anger heated her veins and before she knew what she was doing, she was in front of him the point of the dagger pressed against his chest, directly over his heart. She looked up into his eyes. Those familiar eyes that had once been golden brown and now the red color of her enemy.
Her hand trembled as she pressed against the blade just a little harder. She couldn’t deny the attraction she had to him or even the deep feeling of familiarity that made no sense to her. Nor could she deny her anger or rage for his kind. The ones who had already taken so much from her and the people who had chosen to watch over her. “You lied to me.” Her voice was a whisper but her intent was clear.
“How?” His voice was gentle and his eyes never wavered from where they were locked on hers.
“You never said you were a vampyer.”
“You never asked.”
“You’re one of them.” It wasn’t a question.
He shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
“Think about it Ana if he was one of them why would he be helping us protect you? Why would we be here at his home right now only after he stopped them from killing us both?”
Her eyes narrowed and hatred briefly sang through her veins. “You’re a vampyer, that’s enough for me. I should kill you right here.”
In a flash, his hand shot out and closed around her wrist. For a moment she thought he might twist her hand or squeeze forcing her to release her grip on the knife but he didn’t. He pushed it more against his chest never taking his eyes from her.
“Push hard and fast. You must make sure it goes all the way through my heart or you’ll just piss me off.”
“You think I won’t do it?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you might but it doesn’t really matter anymore. My heart died a long time ago.”
“Or maybe you’re just fucking with me.”
“Believe me, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble to fuck with you. You’re not that interesting.”

A taste of what's to come!!! Stay turned for more soon and don't miss an upcoming excerpt of Blood Tears my newest Scifi Paranormal.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Erotic Romance...

Hey everyone,

Sorry it has been so long since I posted but things have been so crazy busy here. With school work, working on three new novels and with working I have scarcely had time for much else. Anyway, I was thinking about the erotic romance genre that we all love so much. Now, many times I thought I really romance and I do but I don't to cut the erotic of it seems much like cutting off the makeup a woman is wearing that enhances her beauty. This is kind of how I feel about sex in a book. To be without the story is still good but there is nothing wrong with enhancing the beauty of the story and of the characters. Turning up the heat can really make a story burn and sizzle making it a very enjoyable read with a nice glass of wine.

So, after searching for a bit I realized that me and alot of my friends are on the forefront of Erotic Romance publishing which is a major hit online. Now, for those reading this who disagree, first I don't know why you are here and second there is a big difference between pornography and erotic romance. Pornography is absent of any storyline and this is essential in erotic romance. I found a link that is just like RWA but for writers who like it hott! I plan on joining it as soon as I get a little extra cash. I agree with Nora Roberts when she says, "All forms of writing need to be respected and it is time for Romance in all forms to do much of the same thing." Just because we write erotic romance and enjoy it doesn't mean that we are oversexed, strange women who masturbate at our computers *rolls eyes*. Sex is a part of life. A part all of us enjoy why do we always try to deny this and keep it hidden behind the red door? This is the twenty first century isn't it time that we as women, we as authors embrace every ounce of our woman hood including our sexuality and letting go of our fear of saying yes I enjoy writing erotic romance and I enjoy reading it as well.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Blood Tears Prologue

Hey! Okay so I have decided to change up Blood Tears a little bit and this is something new I've added to the story. Hope you enjoy and dont forget to drop a comment and let me know how you like it.


Journal Entry~1
As years pass, memories become like grains of sand. You can’t look at one without looking at all the others. Even the ones you’d rather forget, the ones that haunt you.
I don’t know why I’m keeping this journal, maybe to remind myself that I was once human. Once I had a simple life and had experienced love and joy in abundance. Then one day everything changed.
I became what I am in the year 1347 A.D. In that year one of the most tragic and horrible national disasters in history took place, The Black Death. The horrible and highly contagious disease swept through Europe killing a third of the population. Dead littered the streets and the sky seemed to turn black from the smoke of the fires that burned the dead. People fled their homes in fear, leaving the dying to parish alone in horrible misery. It didn’t take long for the cloud of death to ascend over my home, my family.
My husband, John, was the first one stricken down by the disease. My beautiful twin daughters, Sara and Elizabeth were next. Those who remained in the town decided they weren’t going to take any chances. They boarded us up in our home leaving me without any help and my family without an ounce of sympathy.
I vigilantly kept watch and cared for my family even with my husband begging me to leave and save myself. I could never walk away from my family. If I did then dying wouldn’t matter because without my family I was dead already.
There was little I could do but watch them suffer in agony as they slowly slipped through my fingers. I just sat and prayed, prayed for a miracle that never came. One by one death took them from me. I was overcome with grief I didn’t even realize that the infection had taken over my own body. I sat holding my children, rocking them in the silence of death. I prayed for a new miracle, I prayed to die with my family. I prayed that the dark Angel of Death would appear to me and carry me to that place where I could once again be with my family. It too was a miracle that never came. It was then in my most desperate moment that she appeared to me. In deliriousness, I thought she was the Angel sent to carry me home. She was an angel but she hadn’t been sent to take away.
I can’t say the exact moment she had decided to change me but I do remember the change burning inside of me, burning from the inside out. She changed my soul and who I was forever. The gates of hell had opened bringing plagues, death, fear, destruction, desolation, and hopelessness reeking havoc on mankind. Someone had to be on the front lines. Someone had to fight against the evil.
Ariel, a warrior angel in this fight against evil had found me by chance and decided that I could be a warrior in this war. She didn’t even ask me. She made the decision for me. Created with the ability to send demons back to hell, I protect the innocent and with the help of other unworldly creatures, push back the coming Apocalypse. I now posses super human strength, the ability to heal quickly and I can go long periods without food. I look just anyone else except my eyes are a glowing red in color, well I do have the fire of hell flowing through my veins and that’s how I can banish evil. Cursed as a witch, a demon, a succubus and even the unholy Lilith, my eyes have brought me many trials through the years. In this modern age I have contacts and at times I can even pretend I am just like everyone else.
I’ve lived to see several centuries pass. Witnessed things that I would never have imagined possible. I've lived a long time but have fought even longer. I have experience heartache and remorse as well as laughter and joy through the years. I’ve experienced many things, gained many things and lost many things. I have suffered, I’ve cried, I’ve hoped and believed.
When I think of my husband and my beloved children who were taken from me so long ago, I realized that I had been blessed. Fore blessed was I to know the bittersweet sting of a moments love between a man and woman. Blessed to be a mother and experience love unparalleled in this universe. I was blessed to know the brief sweetness of a simple, mortal life. This is my new life, my new destiny and maybe when all this is done, just maybe God will find it in his heart to let me be with my family in that secret place we call heaven.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Clash of the Titans

Okay, so everyone who knows anything about me knows that I am a sucker for mythology. I love all kinds, from all over the world and I have researched it extensively. Greek myths, Ancient Egypt, Chinese, any kind of mythology. This is the main reason why I loved Lord of the Rings so much not to mention the other great fanasy flicks that didn't even gain as much noteriety as this one. Like Willow, with Val Kilmer, that movie was awesome sooo loved it. Anyhoo, along the line of Greek Mythology, Clash of the Titans is right up there with the best of them. Persus and the Cracken, a princess, gods and Medusa...what's not to love. Also, the amazing, talented and uber hott Sam Worthington plays as Persus in this visually enhanced remake. Loved it and was not disappointed in the least. Now, I hear they will be making a Clash of the Titans II. I am sooo seeing that one.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Walking Dead!

Okay, as everyone knows I spend a lot of time on twitter and surfing the net when I am not doing homework, researching, writing, or taking care of my family...wait Damn I do a lot of shit, lol. Anyway, On twitter I've been following the account of an actor by the name of Norman Reedus and he had been mentioning something about The Walking Dead, since then I looked it up and realized it is a series that will be coming this Oct. to AMC. Norman has just been confirmed as staring in the series along with another most awesome addition Michael Rooker who I remember from The Bone Collector amoung various other roles. The two play as brothers in the series and I am even hearing that the six episode show has gotten picked up for a second series.

I am very excited about this series not just because it has some really great actors or the fact that some of the most awesome television writers are attatched to the series. I am completely excited about this series because I love, that's right you heard me, LOVE anything that has to do with zombies. I mean really you can't be a true horror lover if you don't love Zombies, hello George Romero, Dawn of the Dead. Lets not forget all the awesome Resident Evil movies in which one is set for release this year Resident Evil there to see that one. Oh ya!!

*Sigh* I know there are many people out there who have had dreams of being in front of the camera but never me. Nope I've never wished for the spotlight persay ohh man but to be part of the creative mind behind movies like this or even this kind of series, now that would be Wicked! Anyone who does their entertainment research to keep up on popular trends will tell you Comics and Graphic Novels are HOTT right now. Yup, you heard me HOTT. Not only are movies and television entering into converting comics into series or movies but books are also being made into comics. That's right. Laurell K. Hamilton and her Antia Blake series and the recent addition of Sherrilyn Kenyon and her Dark Hunter series. Always a Comic book fan who knew that a guilty pleasure when were children would turn into such a booming industry with whole new following. The next time you're at the nearest bookstore take a look and see what latest Graphic Novel is out because you just might be seeing that in a few years at your nearest theater.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Excerpt for Blood Tears

It won’t hurt forever, but it sure fucking felt like it would. She brushed her tears away as she came to a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest. Still feeling as though the tears were going to fall at any moment, she closed her eyes took a deep breath to dispel the remaining emotions from the horrible memory she relived almost every night. Erik.
Pulling the covers from her body, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and ran her fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. The bright red letters from the nightstand flashed 2 a.m. After this she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Wonderful, another day fueled only by four hours of sleep. When you hunted unholy bloodsuckers, that wasn’t a good thing.
Groaning, she came to her feet her toes sinking into the thick motel carpet. Motels, traveling, keeping hidden in the shadows was something that she had grown accustomed to over the last couple of years. Once things had been so different.
She worked at a coffee shop, granted it wasn’t the best job but it made ends meet. Her apartment had been a beautiful one overlooking the breathtaking park in the center of the city. It was a relatively uneventful, mundane existence but it was normal and it was something she would never have again. One night, one encounter down a dark alley changed everything. It had been then, that one moment in which her entire world and everything she had ever believed shifted. She didn’t know then that walking down that alley was going to change her whole life and the course of her future.
Resting both hands on either side of the sink, she kept her head lowered staring down at the drain. Now, her days and nights were spent chasing unholy creatures that managed to cross over into this world and feed in every way it was possible to imagine.
People were one of two ways. Either they believed in good and not evil or they believed in evil and not good. Those were beliefs she didn’t understand. If there was a counter balance for everything in this world, in this life then how could you believe in one and not the other?
She believed in both. You couldn’t be something like her and not believe. Raising her head, she met her blood red eyes in the scratched mirror in front of her. If you were evil then you had to believe there was an opposite of what you were. No matter how hopeless things seemed she still had to believe things could be different. She couldn’t allow herself to lose faith. She had to believe there could be exceptions, even for someone like her.
“What’s the use?” She muttered turning from the mirror, discussed with her own reflection.
“Why do you torture yourself?” A feminine voice floated to her from the corner of the room.
Picking up the pack of cigarettes she tossed one in her mouth and lit it. “Don’t you ever knock?” Smoke billowed in white swirls as she turned to face Ariel.
“What would be the point of that? You wouldn’t answer.” Smashing her own cigarette into the ashtray, she stood. “I heard about Erik.”
Her head fell back against the wall but she didn’t answer.
“You did the right thing.”
“You would think that.”
“Don’t you?”
“If I didn’t think it then I wouldn’t have done it but cut the bullshit about understanding. You don’t understand anything and you don’t really care do you? One less demon right?”

This is a new story but I am taking stuff from previous work that I have had published that better come down soon otherwise legal action is being taken. Hope you all enjoy it. Until tomorrow, love you all!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

In Dreams.....

Wow! Okay so the other night I had a really awesome experience. I had this really vivid dream and I woke up at six o'clock in the morning and just had to write all the remnants of it down before it faded. Now, this really isn't usually. I have dreams often and they are all pretty vivid but most of those ones usually deal with ghosts, demons, hunters, zombies, vampires or something equally strange. Hey I never said I was a normal person. This dream was different because it wasn't about any of those things. It was a romance in which I had fallen in love with this man and we were both separated from our spouses but he had cancer and I didn't know it. When he collapses one day and they rush him to the hospital I find out. The cancer is spreading so rapidly there isn't much they can do for him and if a transplant isn't found soo, which there is little hope of, then he will die. His wife, even though they are still separated, is there and she wants me to go but he doesn't. So, I stay because he wants me there. After spending a little time with him in the hospital room I realize I can't watch him die. I know his blood type and mine are the same, I can give him a piece of my lung and that's just what I offer to do. Since he is no longer conscious I inform his wife and she accept it on one condition that I never see him again and I agree. Of course years later his wife tells him what really happens while she is packing her things and leaving. She is sorry for what she did but she saw he looked at her and it broken her heart that he had never looked at her that way but she knew now he never would. He winds up finding her again and all the really good mushy things are shed and they come together. Usually, I never dream about such sappy things but it was a pretty intense dream and I can still see it in my head now, like a movie almost. I will definitely be writing this one down in the form of a story and where it shall it go. Even if it goes no place it was still a cool dream.

M.A Gonzales

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Spartacus: Blood and Sand

Okay, so I've given myself a new chore and that is to make sure that I blog every Tuesday and Saturday so I can get into the habit of it. I am reworking what was once known as The Hunter but is now known as Dark Rising wohhoo Think it is going to be much better the second time around. Yes, I am still on my diet and so far I have been doing pretty excellently!

Anyhoo, the point of this blog is to discuss and dish on the hottness of Spartacus: Blood and Sand a new series coming from Starz.

Betrayed by the Romans. Forced into slavery. Reborn as a Gladiator. The classic tale of the Republic’s most infamous rebel comes alive in the graphic and visceral new series, Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Torn from his homeland and the woman he loves, Spartacus is condemned to the brutal world of the arena where blood and death are primetime entertainment. But not all battles are fought upon the sands. Treachery, corruption, and the allure of sensual pleasures will constantly test Spartacus. To survive, he must become more than a man. More than a gladiator. He must become a legend.

Lucretia is played by one of my all time favorite people, Ms. Lucy Lawless also known as Zena warrior princess! Not only does she look completely beautiful and love the red hair, but she also gets naked for the show, something that according to her isn't very fun and made her hit the gym to get in shape. I don't know about you guys but in Zena she looked in pretty awesome shape to me lol.

Check who they have found to play Spartacus! A newcomer by the name of Andy Whitfield!

This series is going to be Wicked Hot!! Need I say more? I can't wait for Jan 22, 10pm on Starz!!!