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Monday, January 11, 2016

Concordant Vibrancy 2 Blog Tour: Synful Desire



"Surrender is Liberation."

Synful Desire surrenders herself to write whatever resides in her mind. More often than not, these things laugh and rebel against what is accepted in society. She likes to think there are readers who yearn for something more, whether it be a different twist on an old narrative or advocacy of out the box situations.

Current works are: "Kona" (a microshort), "Delectable Things: Special Edition" as well as being featured in "Continuous Drips", "Concordant Vibrancy: Unity", and "Crackles of the Heart".

Her future works include "Alan, Fay & Demona" (Preludes of Prism, Book 1), "H.E.R."(Handy: Extended Release), "Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet" (with Adonis Mann), and potential novel "Convoluted Prism".

If you are the type of reader that doesn't mind a bit of narrative twists and a bit of heat here and there, Synful Desire is the one you seek.


What prompted you to be part of Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality?

Hello Awesome Visitors, Let’s Talk.

I am the type of writer that tends to push the envelope and open myself to challenges. Although I entered the literary universe as an erotica author, focused on the LGBT arena, I never intended on staying on that planet. With Vitality, it was the perfect opportunity to use my advocacy of originality for a story that wouldn’t be a far cry from my usual writes. With “Return to Hues” I think it has been accomplished.

Before I go, I’d like to drop off an excerpt of the story in question. Enjoy and thanks for showcasing me today.

Until next time,
Desire


Excerpt:

Prologue

Earth
It was a great day to be in Krimsdale Park. There was not a cloud in the sky and the humidity was miniscule, practically none. In the distance, the other kids had gathered, showing off their latest summer toys.
Gracie wanted to be part of the fray. She had something that would outshine the flock. Four big shiny balloons—one red, one blue, one yellow, and one green. No, they didn’t cost a lot of money but they could fly. She bet they could fly higher than Dirk McGregor’s kite—the one that he’d brag about whenever he had an audience.
Yet, her parents were being incredibly stubborn until she pulled out the final weapon in her arsenal. Her deep set green eyes misted and her pink bottom lip poked out in a frown. Soon, her mom’s gaze softened, followed by her mom looking at her dad. Gracie recognized the parents’ unspoken language and she prayed Mom was telling Dad subliminally to reconsider.
“All right Gracie but only for a little while.” Her dad relented.
Gracie let out a whoop and ran towards the crowd, remembering to keep a tight grip on her four balloons. Dirk spotted her approaching, opting to step in front of her path. He gripped his shiny new kite and placed it in front of his chest. Dirk’s stance reminded Gracie of a knight, putting his shield before his body in preparation for an attack.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Goosie Gracie!” The other kids circled around Gracie, repeating the dreaded nickname in a sing-song fashion.
The melodious taunting did not deter her. “You think you’re so great with your new kite. I bet you that my balloons can fly higher than your stinky ol’ kite!”
The crowd paused in mid note. Dirk’s expression went from shock, to confusion, to a blip of anger before settling on confidence. “All right Goosie Gracie, you’re on.”