SabineBlackwood

Unbelievable power. Immortality. All it costs is a surrender to dark desire.As a child, she was mocked and abused, called talentless and worthless. Now Netta Oleander lives in exile, dreaming of one day forgetting shame and fear so palpable to her still that it shakes her. She has been running away for longer than most Humans live, escaping also nightmares that once whispered a dark absolution into her ear. She fears not just her fellow Witches, but the very font of magic, Monsters. One extremely persistent Monster in particular. She hides from a potential that no Human would ever be capable of, even as she knows that she is slowly dying from her exile. To be a full fledged Witch would mean becoming part of a heritage that would give Netta power, but it also promises to put her face to face with the embodiment of her greatest fear. A naive love--As well as a taboo, nearly all consuming lust. Soon, Netta realizes that she had not truly escaped the secret world of Witchcraft, the whispered promise of profane eroticism, magic, and possession. As surely as magic sings in her blood, it enchains her, dragging her back into shadows so dark they promise to swallow whole. //This is the author's preferred version of *Exquisite Poison*, not a sequel, and contains in-depth revisions as well as additional content. This will be the second draft that is free to read at the moment, with a planned final draft to come for sale one day.\\…

SabineBlackwood

The abduction of the Commander was nothing short of a death blow to any chance that Humanity could repel ADVENT from Earth. It was like the flame that kept the Human Resistance ablaze had been snuffed out.John Bradford took the failure of XCOM and the cause for what came to be called Unification Day completely on his shoulders, promising that if he ever again found her, that he would never allow any harm to come to the Commander. After he rescues her from a sarcophagus, the man who waited two decades for his mentor is now faced with an impossible chance-and forces the Commander to question if she is willing to risk the fragile future of the Initiative for a gamble at a happiness she never believed to be possible.Hey, since you read this far can you like and comment on what you read? Favorite if you like it, I would appreciate it, but I want to hear what people think of this, because I'm trying a lot of new things, even if it is "just" a fan fic (I don't believe that writing is "just" anything, you can tell based on how much work I put into this). Again, thank you, it means a lot to me, we're going to be doing this for a while. So... hi? Hello.…

SabineBlackwood

Apollonia's Halloween night has ended in a nightmare. Trapped with a preternaturally beautiful, tragic man, what should be a situation filled with erotic possibility is only a deadly game. She has been chosen for the year's sacrifice, and he is to be her means of execution. Yet, there is hope for her, as long as she follows the simple rules of the game that he has played for far too long: Give into him, and he will kill her come daybreak. Spurn him and she will be allowed to flee with her life. Is it possible, however, that she's not the one who most deserves to escape?Cover Art by Lilly Sanders (@omqlilly)…

SabineBlackwood

This is a blog about the process of revision. And the rapid loss of my mind. Watch me lose my handle on reality faster than Randy Quaid. Yes, I am editing a novel that I've already revised, re-written, edited, bled, and cried over. Do I really think that a third--no, a fourth--time's the charm? I already feel like I'm Steve Buscemi's character carrying a skateboard in and asking how my fellow teenagers are doing. I mean, look at the way I write--on Wattpad. It's neither primarily porn, fanfiction, or for teenagers. And the vocabulary varies wildly, based on how pretentious I'm feeling. Why don't I just get a real job and give this up? Oh, right. Because enormous, godhead-sized ego. That, and after I've spent all of the time writing this crap my ego won't let me leave something alone before I choke the life from it. Forget the fact that I have at least three novels in my personal pipeline that need written.Don't follow me on my journey unless you're ready to help me tilt some windmills. May Baphomet save us all. Mostly from the damage I can still inflict on myself.…

SabineBlackwood

READ LAMENT OF THE TRAITOR KING, THIS VERSION IS A POOR SECOND DRAFT. LEAVE THIS VERSION AND READ MONSTER'S KISSA tender sacrifice."Be careful what you wish for." Ash's voice rubbed inside of Netta's mind, intimate and subtle in sinister, double intent. "I take pride in making you regret your many wants, desires - Master." As a child, Netta had made a wish upon a Monster. It was too late before she realized that not all imaginary friends can be forgotten. And that she was not safe from her boogeyman. A Human's lifetime after being disowned from her family, Netta discovers that believing in a dark fairytale may not be the worst fate she could suffer from. Her people still fear discovery by humans. Or their destruction, at the hands of the very creatures which they take their power from. And the death they once brought to mankind. Magic is decaying, and the world seems no longer a place for Witches or Monsters. In this numb cold, Netta discovers that no matter how far she has run from It, she cannot escape Ashwood as much as she cannot run forever away from her own kind.The only way to survive may be to make a deal with her very personal devil.…