12 Days of Christmas Lycan Style

Xmas Tree 2014

12 Days of Christmas Lycan Style

On the First day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a mating bond attached to my heart.
On the Second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: two twin girls and
On the Third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Three cozy dens.
On the Fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Four Lada-Nivas.
On the Fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Five Asena Blessings.
On the Sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Six pack members mated.
On the Seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Seven young pups playing
On the Eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eight English pack members
On the Ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Nine cakes of Pryaniki
On the Tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Ten bowls of Kutya
On the Eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Eleven Pork Steaks
On the Twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Twelve Christmas Wishes

Christmas Shadow

Christmas Shadow
Book One of the Shadow Walker-Lycan Hybrid Second Generation Romance Series

Aleksei Sokolov, a Shadow Walker-Lycan Hybrid, is trying to protect his best friend, Daven McCloud. He installs an Isanti security system in Daven’s Beverly Hills estate and assumes his identity. Stepping into Daven’s shoes puts him directly in the path of a killer, but it also puts him in the path of Sheridan Harbrook, who has been contracted to decorate Daven’s estate for Christmas.
One whiff of her elusive scent and Aleksei thinks he’s found his mate, but where is the Lycan Heartmate Bond? How could he be falling in love with a woman who isn’t his mate?
Sheridan Harbrook is struggling to care for her terminally ill mother and keep her business afloat. She has no time for anything else, let alone love. She’s seen Daven McCloud at parties before and thought him an immature playboy. Despite his reputation, she agrees to decorate his estate for his company’s annual Christmas gala.
When she meets with the man she believes is Daven, she can’t help but be surprised at how different he is when he doesn’t have a starlet on his arm. Feeling that she’s misjudged him, she lets him kiss her goodnight, even though the evening was strictly business.
She likes the man and one kiss tells her she could more than like him. But as their relationship progresses, danger surrounds them both. Will involving herself with a client put her in the crosshairs of a murderer and will this Christmas be her last?
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It’s October!

img_1839I love October with Halloween, Fall Leaves, Apple Cider and Costumes. Maybe that’s why I write paranormal romance books full of Werewolves, Witches, and Shadow Walkers. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not into horror. I don’t like to be scared and if I see a scary movie I’ll hide my eyes and probably have nightmares. Yes, I’m a lightweight.

I love “Love” and happy endings full of hope and dreams. See, totally a Romance Writer. This Halloween I’m dressing up as a “Fire Witch” from my “Witch Guardian Romance Series.” It was great fun to shop for special material to make flames. Wish me luck as I get the sewing machine out and try to whip this costume out before the end of the month.

In honor of October and the writing prompt “haunted” I wrote the following poem:

Haunted

by Caryn Moya Block

The little things
The smell of pizza
Your crooked smile
The softest touch

Turn my thoughts
Binding them to you
Without hope of escape
I am captured

A lost soul
Forever roaming the Earth
Searching for completeness
But never attained

You are gone
A longing unfulfilled
An emptiness of heart
Forever haunted

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What are you going to dress up as this Halloween?

Comment below and let me know if it’s scary or sweet.

 

Nature Washes Me – A Poem

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 by Caryn Moya Block

 

The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.

Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.

The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.

I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.

Pastel Colors – A Poem

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Pastel Colors

By Caryn Moya Block

 

I like to see the world in pastel colors

Soft and light, they envelope me in a feeling of safety.

Never is there a harsh word or blaring crisis

Only a gentle breeze and soft whispers of delight.

Here is a sanctuary filled with birdsong and pastries

A place to dance with sprites and sing to the moon.

April National Poetry Month – Poem “Words”

Written Word April is National Poetry Month

So I will share some of the poetry I write when I’m not writing paranormal romance.

Here is my first attempt this month: “Words” by Caryn Moya Block

Words,

Expressions from the heart that flow down my arms and drip onto the page,

Like Water Torture they go on and on.

 

The members of my writing group think I should put this on a T-shirt. What do you think?

 

The Rain – A Poem

The Rain

By Caryn Moya Block

The rain falls so hard it bounces up when it hits the ground.

The sound of pounding, like a chorus of drums in my head.

Waiting for it to end, I close my eyes and hope sleep will let me escape.

Into a dream of sunshine and light, where my spirit will lift again.

Heavy Downpour — Image by © Anthony Redpath/Corbis

Heavy Downpour