Friday, February 27, 2015

Free Reads

In case you didn't know two of my short stories are absolutely FREE to read!

Former army sniper John Phoenix has brought his work home with him. As a professional hitman he does very bad things to very bad people for very good reasons. When Phoenix wakes in a pool of his own blood he finds himself entangled in a deadly plot of gun-running, headed by a former member of his unit.
This time the hit is on the hitman and Phoenix must use everything in his arsenal if he is to survive.
A full packed thriller in a convenient snack size!

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“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” Those were the last words she spoke to him for tomorrow never came for either of them. With one stupid, drunken accident the light of his life went out that night. And with her passing, he wished that the spectre's skeletal hand that reached out to claim her had taken him too.
Thanatos was a bundle of nerves. If he had skin it would be crawling. There had been a time in his existence, a pleasant time, when he need only concern himself with simple, ritual tasks. Now that The Underworld had gone public his every waking hour seemed to be a living nightmare, which really didn’t make much sense considering he was dead. Walking through the office doors of Hellfire & Brimstone Inc, Thanatos was immediately struck by the chaos of the day, which was invariably the chaos of every other day. The staff were plentiful, the work abundant, but no one seemed to be doing any. Telephones were ringing incessantly, putting an even bigger strain on Thanatos’ aching head.
Iris was her usual whimsical self. Most days Thanatos couldn’t decide if that was a bonus or simply another added aggravation. Today he decided it was an enormous aggravation.
“Good morning, Mr. Death.”
Her cheery greeting set his teeth on edge.
Iris was the Messenger to the Immortals. Her deliveries were always wing-footed which made her a damn good secretary. But her jovial disposition was jarringly out of place amongst the tenebrous surroundings of perpetual death.
“Gee, Mr. Death,” she continued breezily, referring to him for the umpteenth time as ‘Mr. Death’ despite his numerous protests against it. “Are you havin’ a bad day?”
“I’m fine, Iris,” Thanatos answered coldly. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Lots of stress, huh?”
“I suppose,” Thanatos replied, trying to sidestep quickly into his office.
“You can tell by the new cracks in your skull,” she called after him.
Thanatos paused and turned on his heel. “New cracks?” he asked in dismay.
“Oh yeah, one of them is running down the side of your cranium like the mighty Mississippi. But you still look hot to me.”
Thanatos threw back his cloak and ran a bony finger over the fine, smooth surface of his skull until he found the culprit. It was jagged and very long, extending almost down to his vertebrae.
“It kinda suits you, sir,” Iris added with a plucky grin.
Thanatos stared back at her, his hollow eye sockets intent on burning a hole through her grinning face. Finally he said: “I’ll be in my office. Hold my calls.”

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

And Now A Valentine's Day Poem...


Love is the most beautiful thing to have, hardest thing to earn, and most painful thing to lose.

"I'm not a girly girl. I go to the bar. I like to get dirty. 
I can be a real guys gal. I crack guy jokes. 
But at the end of the night I can still get dressed up for a date. 
There are a million different personalities that are part of me."


Heart on Sleeve: A Poem
by Cynthia Vespia 
2015 All Rights Reserved

Flowers always die
Chocolate makes you fat
Jewelry loses its luster
But I don't need any of that.

Just grant me of your time
Perhaps a cuddle or two
Then look me in the eyes
and whisper softly "I love you."

I'm not your average gal, most would agree
I don't need grand gestures, expensive baubles, or bling
I'm not a clotheshorse or a diva
I rarely go shopping and I'm not into materialistic things.

I prefer the simple things in life
The things that nourish my soul
An epic adventure, a cherished memory
Anything that leaves my heart full.



I fancy myself a pretty good catch
But most guys have bailed without giving me a chance.
I guess they're intimidated, scare easily
or just aren't into romance.

You're still single?
They all ask in surprise
Yes, I admit
It's either been bad timing, availability, or outright lies.

My list of potential suitors has been short-lived at best
There's only been a handful of men I've had feelings for
But at the end of the day,
they run for the door.

It's confusing and frustrating to say the least
Is it me? Is it something I said?
I'm tired of suddenly being kicked to the curb
And I really resent the ones who only want to go to bed.


I'm looking for something substantial
I want more than a piece of ass
I need that guy who will stick
Next time around it needs to last.

I'm weary of the heartache
And I'm so over playing games
If you can't say and do what you mean
Well, to me that seems pretty lame.

And speaking of doing things for my lover...
Well I'm good at that too
I'm thoughtful and caring
Did I mention loyal only to you?

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"I'm not damaged goods. I'm a really good person. 
And when it comes to relationships I'm 100% monogamous"


But why should I explain why I'm such a great catch?
If a guy can't see that its really his loss
I'm fit and I'm fun, intelligent too
What else can I say to get that across?


So if there's a Superman out there I'd really like to know
Give me a holler if you think you've got the guts
But don't get offended if I turn you down
You see, I'm also a little nuts.


Here's to the future
Right now it looks pretty bare
Seriously, Prince Charming, make some kind of move
Let me know that you care.


I can be good to someone if they let me
And they return that affection in kind
As they say in Game of Thrones
I'm yours and you're mine. 


 
 
 


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A Country Western Christmas Week!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays ya'll!


During the past week in Las Vegas this rock n' roll chick has gone a little bit country! The National Finals Rodeo was in town and with it brought the annual Cowboy Christmas Convention and Christmas Gift Show. Channeling my inner cowgirl I took a walk about and saw some interesting things. But I tell ya I have had my fill of saddles, stirrups, and lassos! I went looking for a good pair of shit kickers (boots) but to my surprise nothing jumped out and me and said "Buy me!" Maybe I'll just start wearing biker boots again instead ;)

Some of the other stops on the mini-country experience were the lovely ladies belting out tunes in sultry southern drawls. First up was Sienna Black performing at the Southpoint Hotel. I'd never heard of this little vixen up to that point but I was pleasantly surprised when she rocked the mic and the stage with some classics and some originals to boot (no pun intended!) Keep an eye out for her, she's going places!

And finally I got to experience one of Shania Twain's last performances as her tour at Caesar's Palace comes to an end! All I can say is what a great show and what a classy lady! She came into the crowd about 3 or 4 times and took selfie shots with fans at the same time she was singing. Then she dedicated a portion of the show to pull more fans on stage and sit around a makeshift campfire singing together and telling stories. Not once did the show lose any entertainment value. In fact I'd say its one of the best I've seen in Vegas and being a Las Vegas native I've seen them all!

So that was my country experience. All in all not a bad little break from reality! Until the next time I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!