Angel’s Keeping

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When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can’t handle coffee unless there’s enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, American Horror Story or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has self-published erotic short stories available on Smashwords or Amazon.  She’s also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

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Angel’s Keeping at Champagne Books

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Even fallen angels can wish for a miracle.

As a succubus, preying on humans is Raschael’s business, and mortal feelings are nothing but a waste of time. So maybe her king meant to punish her when he sent her out to hunt on one of the most holy mortal holidays. Or maybe he just wanted her far, far away, so he could banish Raschael’s one and only friend.

Now Raschael must track down a missing fallen angel, and she doesn’t have a clue where to start. Bigger predators are closing in, and Rasche’s only lead is a Christmas stripper named Noelle.

Book excerpt

The waitress ditched her tray of drinks and took Rasche by the hand, leading her into one of the back rooms. The Christmas theme survived even in the private show quarters, though with a more generous degree of triple-X action. The small space Raschael’s escort chose had been decorated with garlands and wreaths, and a stocking hung by the door, but on top of the holiday trimmings there were also striking boudoir pictures. They all contained the same sweet, golden angel, but in much less “angelic” form.

Raschael spun to address the woman personally. “Who are you?”

By way of answer, the woman nodded her head at the bright red stocking. Noelle, it read in sapphire blue, glittery letters across the trim.

“Noelle?” Rasche asked. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Noelle replied with a brilliant smile. “It really is my God-given name. Honest.”

“Alright, Noelle, then about Kyrie–”

“Oh, now, now.”

Noelle took Rasche’s hand again, stroking her fingers, and led her to the soft red leather seat stationed in the center of the room. She gestured for Raschael to sit and, before Raschael could stop her, climbed expertly up into the succubae’s lap.

“First thing’s first, gorgeous. How about we get a little more…intimate?”

She raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The faded strains of Blink 182 from the main room became inaudible, as Lady Gaga’s “Speechless” flowed into the room’s own speakers. Noelle lowered herself over Raschael’s body, rocking in time with the sultry piano, wrapping arms around the fallen one’s neck.

Forgetting herself for the briefest of moments, Raschael closed her eyes and let the first swell of carnal desire stir to life in her loins and chest. The dancer didn’t stop her when she lifted up her hands and cupped them over warm, soft buttocks.

Noelle smelled of warm vanilla. She had a luscious body, petite with classic curves, Renaissance in a way…but with eyes closed, Raschael’s mind made her Kyriel, little and lithe and naughty. Under her hands, Noelle’s plump hindquarters might have been Kyrie’s slim, boyish ass instead, and the sweet scent of heather rose up with the remembered sounds of Kyrie’s intoxicated desire, from earlier in the evening. Rasche lowered her face to nuzzle against a plentiful swell of tender breasts, and she sighed before she could stop herself, moving her body against the other woman’s with yearning.

“Why don’t you tell me about your friend,” Noelle whispered against her ear, gyrating ever-so-delightfully against Raschael’s body. “Why are you out searching for her on Christmas Eve, hm?”

“She ran away,” Raschael said. Her palms caressed the dancer’s ass greedily. “And I’m responsible for bringing her back before she gets in trouble.”

Noelle tsk’d her. “Now, now, Raschael. You make her out to be some sort of bad puppy.”

The dancer extended a leg and swung herself neatly around, facing away now to grind her pert little rear down on the succubae’s lap instead. Noelle’s hands stole to hers and guided them up to stroke tits through gauzy white fabric. Raschael’s fingertips found stiffened nipples, and she teased them through the thin material.

“Who told you my name?” she asked. “Kyrie?”

“Mm, could be…”

Noelle’s hands closed, warm, over Rasche’s own, as the dancer welcomed her to knead, stroke, and caress. Rasche inclined her head to breathe in deep, relishing the scent of beautiful blonde hair.

“Listen, honey,” she whispered. “I’m sure as hell enjoying this, and if I had the time to spare I’d be all over you in ways you can’t even conceive.”

“Mm-hm,” Noelle replied. Her hips rolled in languid, mesmerizing rhythm, and Rasche let out a little growl as she returned the the motion in kind.

“Oh, sweetness, I’d fuck you until you couldn’t stand,” she said. “But not now. You’re going to tell me if you’ve seen my girl, and where she is, and then we’ll see about making it up to you. Sound good?”

Author Interview:

Please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

As always I’m juggling several projects at once. I’ve still got my fantasy BDSM novel in the works, as well as the next sequels in both my Blood and Fire and Four Courts series. Meanwhile, I’m preparing a fantasy western, non-romance series for publication. Whew!

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

Richard Kadrey, author of Sandman Slim, was once asked how he felt about that old adage, “write what you know”. He said, quite simply, “That’s bullshit.”

Authors are by nature creators. Telling authors to “write what you know” limits their creative ability, and in ridiculous ways. A better bit of advice would be to say, “research what you need to know”, but to say “write what you know” implies you can’t write about subjects that aren’t within your own limited scope of experience. Clearly some of the best authors in the world could never have written their great and famous works if they’d limited themselves to only “what they know”.

But Richard Kadrey really said it better. “It’s bullshit.”

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

            I create and collect custom My Little Pony vinyl figures. One of my more unique hobbies is to doll up a custom pony in the theme of a certain character – for example, I have a pair of ponies themed as Invader Zim and Gir – and then getting them signed by the character’s creator or voice actor.  Zim and Gir have been signed by both the show’s creator, Jhonen Vasquez, and the respective voice actors.  I have a few of these, but my favourite one is a pony themed as Demona, the villainess from Gargoyles, which has been signed by Marina Sirtis.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

I spent the first 20 years of my life never venturing very far from my Southern California home. About the farthest I ever travelled was Las Vegas. I did live in Mexico when I was very young, but I hardly remember it. In my twenties, though, I started traveling more: I took a trip to Arkansas to visit my best friend, and to Colorado with my fiancée to attend a wedding. The biggest adventure, though, was a trip to Portland, Oregon, I took completely on my own. I was there for a convention of the English Honors Society, but it was the first time I ever travelled completely alone, stayed in a hotel alone, walked everywhere on my own, and discovered the city completely at my leisure. It was a little scary, at the time, but it was one of the best trips of my life.

 

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

I want to eat pastries in a French café overlooking the Seine, on a bright morning where I can see the cathedral of Notre Dame.  As I nibble my pastries I’ll be looking forward to touring the cathedral and then spending some time walking around the city parks. And let’s be honest…do I really need a reason why?

When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

            I’ll pretty much try anything once. A couple of things I’m interested in trying but never have include escargot, haggis, and snake. I toy with the idea of “drunken shrimp”, which is intriguing but also pretty intense. I’m always looking forward to trying local or cultural food when I travel, too. I’ve been on two cruises and my father-in-law is fond of telling me there’s no reason to eat anywhere but the ship, where there’s a five-star restaurant already covered in the cost…but I can’t imagine missing out on the fun of trying local cuisine! I can’t understand why anyone would want to eat the same everyday foods (no matter how gourmet) on a ship when they could be out in the open air enjoying something special.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

            I just got my first smart phone and, in keeping with the stereotype, I can hardly put it down.  Although I have to admit, I get a bit overwhelmed when my notifications run down multiple screens, and sometimes I just want to hide the phone under a couch cushion.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

Out to a nice, dressy dinner; maybe a special show, something at a luxurious theatre or a live stage performance; home to a candlelit bedroom, satiny lingerie and low instrumental music playing in the background. Then, exceptional sex.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

I’m all about winter, which practically doesn’t exist here in SoCali. I love grey, cloudy days, rain and thunder, and any excuse to curl up under one of my microplush blankets, snuggle a purring animal, sip a hot drink, or spend alone time with my lover to the sound of the rain. I love Thanksgiving and Christmas, seeing my family and spending time with them, and I love all the sweet treats that come around at Holiday time. We don’t get snow, but I would really, really love a White Christmas someday. I don’t think I’ve ever even had a grey Christmas, in all my life.

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