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  <title>Isabelle Rose</title>
  <subtitle>Naughty Fairy Tales (ADULT CONTENT)</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-12-13T17:22:08Z</updated>
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    <title>UTM Wordle</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T17:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T17:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1446891/Under_the_Moonlight" title="Wordle: Under the Moonlight"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1446891/Under_the_Moonlight" alt="Wordle: Under the Moonlight" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Naughty Wordle</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T17:18:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T17:18:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1446884/Naughty_Fairy_Tales" title="Wordle: Naughty Fairy Tales"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1446884/Naughty_Fairy_Tales" alt="Wordle: Naughty Fairy Tales" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>TFT Wordle</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T17:16:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T17:16:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1446878/Twisted_Fairy_Tale_Anthology" title="Wordle: Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1446878/Twisted_Fairy_Tale_Anthology" alt="Wordle: Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Laurel Wordle</title>
    <published>2009-12-13T17:12:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-13T17:12:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/1446867/The_Laurel" title="Wordle: The Laurel"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/1446867/The_Laurel" alt="Wordle: The Laurel" style="padding:4px;border:1px solid #ddd"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isabellerose23:38101</id>
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    <title>TFT Contest</title>
    <published>2009-12-03T14:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-03T14:11:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Contest! Here's your chance to win a free pdf copy of Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology. It's really easy. Once a week for the entire month of December, I will post a question here on livejournal. The first person to answer correctly wins a copy of TFT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your first question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: In the original version of &amp;quot;Snow White&amp;quot;, what happened to the stepmother at the end of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tftanthology' lj:user='tftanthology' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tftanthology.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tftanthology.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tftanthology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to answer the question. :)</content>
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    <title>Cover for The Laurel</title>
    <published>2009-11-22T02:38:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-22T02:39:23Z</updated>
    <category term="the laurel"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isabellerose23/pic/0000gbhw/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" width="160" height="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/isabellerose23/pic/0000gbhw/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;In The Laurel, the gods and the immortals interplay, and both will learn a valuable lesson about love and life, a lesson that will forever be told. Zeus, after bedding and impregnating the fair Titaness Leto, becomes father to twins: Apollo and Artemis. Unlike his other &amp;ldquo;bastard&amp;rdquo; children, Apollo and Artemis are made into gods, an event which will set the course for the rest of the story. Artemis has never forgotten the heartache that her mother suffered at the hands of her father Zeus, and as such, she wishes to leave a solitary life, away from men and love and relationships. Though she stands firm in her conviction, moments bubble up in her that are full of yearning. Apollo, who has never been seen without a smile on his face, is much more fanciful and wanting than Artemis. He wants love, and he wants it in a big way. Having loved and lost love, Apollo believes he has found it again with the beautiful nymph, Daphne. He quickly learns, however, that she has made a vow to celibacy. But that doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter to Apollo; his love for her is so profound that he asks her to be his companion, to live with him just so that he can be near her. Apollo&amp;rsquo;s lifelong wish is about to come true, but people on the fringes of his life have other plans. Those plans not only thwart what could be the love of a lifetime for Apollo, but it also will be the catalyst to which both gods and mortals will learn how much one should love, how much one should consider the feelings of the one loved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;serif&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be released through &lt;a href="http://www.excessica.com/"&gt;eXcessica &lt;/a&gt;Publishing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>New review for Under the Moonlight</title>
    <published>2009-11-18T15:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-18T15:59:33Z</updated>
    <category term="two lips reviews"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="185"&gt;&lt;img alt="Book Image" align="top" src="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/~caco123/img/p/105-143-home.jpg" width="200" height="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="large"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: Under the Moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: Isabelle Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publisher: Cacoethes Publishing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre: Paranormal/Shapeshifter/Vampire/ Contemporary/Paranormal  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publication date: July, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN: 978-1-60695-011-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pages: 266&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series: N/A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviewer: Sheila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="medium"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="18%"&gt;&lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Heat Level:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="medium" width="82%"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/pepper.gif" width="16" height="27" /&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/pepper.gif" width="16" height="27" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; f/f, m/f, doggie style, sex toys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Rating:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="medium"&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/lips.gif" width="27" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/lips.gif" width="27" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/lips.gif" width="27" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/lips.gif" width="27" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img alt=" " src="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/lips.gif" width="27" height="15" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Morgan and Elizabeth&amp;rsquo;s relationship develops, it is interesting to watch. She has to be sure that Elizabeth isn&amp;rsquo;t a stand-in for her lost love. For Elizabeth, Morgan is the answer to her recurring vision. She may have finally found a strong woman to love.  I liked Morgan. She is strong and kicks ass. Mario seemingly has the strength to tame and defeat her but she is resilient and able to stand up to Mario. Her integrity is important to her and she will not lie even if it means she will not achieve the required ending. I have to admit I liked the ending. It was perfect for this book. I look forward to reading more of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: green"&gt;Isabelle Rose's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=4527&amp;amp;Itemid=36"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology</title>
    <published>2009-11-13T16:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-13T16:34:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img class="fw_image_computer fwSizeProp" border="0" alt="" src="http://tftanthology.webs.com/twisted_fairy_tale_cover_darker.jpg" style="margin: 8px; width: 486px; height: 729px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 10px"&gt;The day has finally arrived! Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology is now available in print and as a pdf file. Here is a list of the amazing authors that are a part of this incredible anthology:  Isabelle Rose, Cassandra Lee, Jennifer L. Miller, Leigh Dragoon, Dave Rex, Charlotte Emma Gledson, John H. Howard, Jeff Ezell, Jessica Lynne Gardner, and Rachel Ayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt of one of the stories you will find inside TFT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 10px"&gt;Natalie's Garden by Jessica Lynne Gardner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="fw-text"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-bottom: 10px"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Book Antiqua"&gt;She had the look of a girl who&amp;rsquo;d been stunning once. Her thin, pale face was the only unmarred part of her. The spindled body parts showing under her plain garb were gleaming with jagged candy cane scar tissue. The most intriguing thing was her hair. Even with her head clean and smooth as a newborn&amp;rsquo;s, he could tell it was exquisite. Folded over the striped forearms and calves was a delicate, golden down that refracted pure unadulterated sunshine. She was heaven. There was no green or orange tinge some blondes had&amp;mdash;it was warm&amp;mdash;the brightest, palest gold. Her eyebrows were the same but short and fine, making it difficult to see the gleam. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 10px"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Book Antiqua"&gt;Many would consider her large eyes beautiful; they were sparkling ice cycles, tinged with arctic blue. But when he looked at her he avoided them, there was too much pain and secrets there, casting hard shadows underneath. All he cared about was her shining arms, which were folded tightly over her frail body. He could sense her awkwardness. She was new, transferred from another location after some kind of staffing issue. Her chart said she&amp;rsquo;d been there since she was 16. Six years. Must have been rough. He skipped a few pages to her background. In the notes section of the file he saw a precaution written in red ink, &amp;ldquo;Important: Keep head shaved.&amp;rdquo; He wondered what would happen if she didn&amp;rsquo;t. Did they think she would grow it out and climb out the window with it? He chuckled quietly at himself. Her head turned, the innocent eyes twitched and narrowed, wondering what could be so funny within the manila folder that was her life. He could see the mental inventory of what was written there: prescriptions, locations, her attempted suicide&amp;hellip; her whole, unremarkable life was recorded in the paper between his hands. The thought sent a thrill through him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 10px"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Book Antiqua"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Book Antiqua"&gt;&amp;copy; Jessica Lynne Gardner 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/twisted-fairy-tale-anthology/7883447" style="color: #65569d; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . You can also use this coupon code GREATBOOK and get 10% off your purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="secondary-heading" style="text-align: center; padding-bottom: 0px; line-height: 100%; text-transform: none; background-color: #ffffff; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; font-family: Palatino; color: #e6c43b; font-size: 30px; font-weight: normal; padding-top: 0px"&gt;For more information please visit our website &lt;a href="http://www.tftanthology.webs.com/" style="color: #65569d; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline"&gt;www.tftanthology.webs.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/h2&gt;</content>
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    <title>TFT</title>
    <published>2009-10-22T15:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-22T15:37:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="sanitized"&gt;Just got the pdf from Cassandra Lee, who helped me format the book into what it will look like when it finally comes out. It looks amazing! I'm looking to release the book on the second week of&amp;nbsp;November.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;I will keep you all posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>TFT Anthology</title>
    <published>2009-10-18T01:56:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-18T02:01:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So we're almost done getting everything together for Twisted Fairy Tales. Leigh Dragoon has been incredible, I'm so happy/thrilled/elated with the way the cover looks. Never in my wildest dreams did I&amp;nbsp;imagine it would look like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do now is go over the stories and make sure everything is kosher, and get everyone's bios and photos together and send them to Cassandra Lee (who's helping me with formatting), she's also awesome.&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/isabellerose23/pic/0000f9ey/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" width="160" height="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/isabellerose23/pic/0000f9ey/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...here's the line up of authors we have for Twisted Fairy Tales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Lynne Gardner&lt;br /&gt;John H. Howard&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Lee&lt;br /&gt;Leigh Dragoon&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer L. Miller&lt;br /&gt;Dave Rex&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Ezell&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Emma Gledson&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Ayers&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the authors have submitted some amazing stories, I&amp;nbsp;can't wait for you to get a chance to read this book.</content>
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    <title>Literary Nymphs Review</title>
    <published>2009-08-17T14:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-17T14:07:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Rating: 4 Nymphs&lt;br /&gt;Literary Nymphs Reviewer: Satyr Vael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan Carbone is a hard-boiled detective who&amp;rsquo;s after a serial killer preying on young women. During an interrogation with the man, she&amp;rsquo;s attacked and her life is suddenly changed forever. Now she&amp;rsquo;s compelled to hunt down a vampiress, but what happens when her own emotions become entangled with the enigmatic woman she&amp;rsquo;s supposed to kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under the Moonlight&lt;/strong&gt; is a fast-paced story full of action--in and out of the bed. The plot is very intriguing, especially given some key players I personally loved reading. I don&amp;rsquo;t want to give anything away, but let&amp;rsquo;s just say that one of those players is a particular historical figure known for her&amp;hellip; bloodlust. The love scenes are hot and never repetitive and the ending was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoy lesbian vampire stories, I definitely suggest giving &lt;strong&gt;Under the Moonlight&lt;/strong&gt; a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more about Literary Nymphs &lt;a href="http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-moonlight.html?zx=510becf1c13f5dd5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.com"&gt;www.cacoethespublishing.com&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Twisted Fairy Tales Cover</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T17:56:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">The totally amazing Leigh Dragoon is doing the cover for Twisted Fairy Tales. She is uber talented there really is nothing this woman can't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her bio: &lt;div class="sb-about"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" color="#444444" size="3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/36428489/7510531" border="0" style="border-top: white 2px solid; border-bottom: white 10px solid" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I write, I edit, I draw, I paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cover (work in progress obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leighdragoon.com/images/illustrations/darkFaerieCover/apple_cover3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this the most amazing thing you've ever seen? :D So excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her website so you can look at all the other work she's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmxlaWdoZHJhZ29vbi5jb20vaGFiYXJpLw=="&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;http://www.leighdragoon.com/habari/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Update</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T00:14:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-27T12:11:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a while since I've updated this blog. :D&amp;nbsp;Here are a few things that have been going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;1. Gave birth to my first child on January 14th 2009. A little boy that my husband and I&amp;nbsp;named Mason. &lt;br /&gt;2. Finished writing a novel titled The Laurel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Life has basically become a blur of sleepless nights, diapers and bottles. But I couldn't be happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. I've decided to take a break from writing since I barely have time to catch up on my sleep, but I&amp;nbsp;do have a few ideas running around the back of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope everyone is doing well and looking forward to warmer weather. Come on Spring!&lt;p&gt;Many blessings to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Rose&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isabellerose23:35740</id>
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    <title>Coffee Time Romance Interview</title>
    <published>2009-01-02T13:13:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T13:13:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you tell readers what Under the Moonlight is about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Under the Moonlight is about Detective Morgan Carbone and what happens to her when she gets bitten by a serial killer that claims to be a werewolf. Most of the back story is explained during the prologue, which incidentally, started out as a short story and after a while with Morgan stewing in my head I had no choice but to turn her story into a novel. The rest of the novel is about what happens to Morgan when she gets captured by a werewolf named Mario Bonaventura who sends her to Europe to kill Elizabeth Bathory. What no one was counting on was that Morgan would fall in love with the very beautiful and very deadly vampire, complicating her mission in more ways than she could&amp;rsquo;ve imagined.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is the official blurb:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the blink of an eye, Detective Morgan Carbone&amp;rsquo;s life changes from day to night. Sociopath, serial killer, and charmer David McAllister won&amp;rsquo;t reveal where the bodies of several young women are located, and Morgan is determined to get answers from him. She gets much more from him during an interrogation, when he sinks his teeth into her hand, causing her to bleed profusely. The bite leaves Morgan with flawless skin as her wound heals quickly and perfectly, and it leaves her with severe bloodlust as she has now turned into a werewolf, like her serial-killing nemesis. This drastic change casts Morgan into an action-packed, dramatic journey as she is pressured (a deadly chip in the brain can do that) by a man to go across the country to kill a vampire that has supposedly killed his sister. Morgan must decide if she will fulfill her goal for him or let her heart fall for the deadly vampiress, who eerily reminds her of her first and only true love &amp;ndash; a woman who got away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have actually heard about the real Elizabeth Bathory while watching a program about vampires. History states that she did in fact bathe in the blood of nubile young women to abstain the aging process. Was there something in particular about Elizabeth Bathory that grabbed your attention and had you wanting to write about her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I always found her story fascinating (in a grotesque sort of way) and the more I read about Elizabeth Bathory the more I wanted to use her as a character in one of my stories. What really drew me to her was the fact that it was a beautiful woman who thought that bathing in young girls&amp;rsquo; blood would keep her forever young and beautiful. And even though she was found guilty of these crimes (it took a long time to catch her, she was so careful) she was only held under house arrest in her own house, living the rest of her days locked up in her room. The opportunity presented itself for me to finally use this twisted woman in my novel while I was writing Under the Moonlight. I actually did a lot of research on her before I even started writing her into my story. If anyone is interested, this is the book I used for my research &lt;u&gt;The Blood Countess: The Atrocities of Erzsebet Bathory by Valentine Penrose&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I loved most about your novel was the &amp;ldquo;what if&amp;rdquo; question that kept going around and around in my brain. For example there was a character in the novel who was known as being a mad doctor of sorts. Was there really a Marianne Green who went by The Surgeon? If so, what fascinated you with her characteristics? If not, how did you come up with this character?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;LOL. Marianne Green was someone I came up with. I love characters that are beautiful on the outside and incredibly ugly and twisted on the inside. Marianne is a brilliant scientist who can&amp;rsquo;t stop herself from doing these terrible things to people and it doesn&amp;rsquo;t really take much to instigate her. If you look at her the wrong way or drop something on the floor too close to her feet&amp;hellip;that&amp;rsquo;s really all she needs to lash out on you.&amp;nbsp; As to how I came up with her? Let&amp;rsquo;s just say whenever I have a bad day my mind runs rampant with very bad thoughts. Good thing I have my writing to vent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/Interviews/IsabelleRose.html" target="_self"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Twisted Fairy Tales Anthology</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T20:46:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T20:46:51Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Third Eye Blind 'Faster'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isabelle Rose's Twisted Fairy Tale Anthology will include short stories from some of today's newest and hottest authors, all based on classic Fairy Tales, but twisted beyond your imagination!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep an eye on this space for updates, authors to be included, release information, and OH! Soooo much more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vdmlld21vcmVwaWNzLm15c3BhY2UuY29tL2luZGV4LmNmbT9mdXNlYWN0aW9uPXVzZXIudmlld0FsYnVtcyZmcmllbmRJRD00MzgwNTk4MTA=" rel="searchMonkey-photo"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/33/m_f6fdbc46db3442f4a1d3b314d4e2e415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tftanthology"&gt;www.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;myspace.com/tftanthology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many thanks for Jennifer Miller for the awesome Myspace page. If anything none of this would've been possible without her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>The Jackets</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T21:00:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T21:00:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/liz_dejesus/pic/0004dggf/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/liz_dejesus/pic/0004dggf/s320x240" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.lulu.com/content/4750951"&gt;&lt;font color="#3f848a"&gt;http://www.lulu.com/content/4750951&lt;img class="snap_preview_icon" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.54.0.1/t.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; padding-right: 0px; background-position: -1128px 0px; min-width: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; border-left-width: 0px; min-height: 0px; left: auto; float: none; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.54.0.1/theme/silver/palette.gif); visibility: visible; border-bottom-width: 0px; max-width: 2000px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; vertical-align: top; width: 14px; max-height: 2000px; line-height: normal; padding-top: 1px; background-repeat: no-repeat; font-style: normal; font-family: &amp;#39;trebuchet ms&amp;#39;, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; position: static; top: auto; height: 12px; background-color: transparent; border-right-width: 0px; text-decoration: none; cssfloat: none" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With this new collection of short stories, author Isabelle Rose explores the connection between colors and emotions. From mythical gods and creatures, to typical everyday situations. Each tale unique in its own way, but all of them connected by various characters. A writer trying to find her muse (literally). A young woman trying to flee an abusive relationship. And a cashier getting lost in the woods and finding more than she had ever bargained for. In The Jackets you will find an interesting blend of fiction and fantasy. There's no way of knowing what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Under the Moonlight on Amazon.com</title>
    <published>2008-10-31T12:41:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-31T12:41:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Under-Moonlight-Isabelle-Rose/dp/160695010X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1225456672&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img height="240" width="160" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/liz_dejesus/pic/0004c6t0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now available in print! Get it now on amazon.com!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ladies of Horror 2008</title>
    <published>2008-10-09T16:25:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-09T16:25:15Z</updated>
    <category term="ladies of horror"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.editAlbumPhoto&amp;amp;albumID=683437&amp;amp;imageID=944197"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/22/l_53ca5452505f409aa626cda4b34ee773.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/horrorladies"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/horrorladies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/1371034#"&gt;&lt;img class="cover" src="http://static.lulu.com/author/display_thumbnail.php?fCID=1371034&amp;amp;fSize=zoom_&amp;amp;fSide=front&amp;amp;1223568577" border="0" style="left: 289px; visibility: visible; top: 205px" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Available &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/1371034"&gt;http://www.lulu.com/content/1371034&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=144674717&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=23958050#a=0&amp;amp;i=567399"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a999.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/125/l_6befb65196110f2980dff7e85ae81956.jpg" style="width: 382px; height: 644px" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Available &lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/165&amp;amp;book=122"&gt;http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/165&amp;amp;book=122&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Review for Under the Moonlight (Coffee Time Romance)</title>
    <published>2008-09-26T16:17:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-26T16:17:23Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="37" alt=" " src="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/images/steamingcup.gif" width="38" name="" /&gt;&lt;img height="37" alt=" " src="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/images/steamingcup.gif" width="38" name="" /&gt;&lt;img height="37" alt=" " src="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/images/steamingcup.gif" width="38" name="" /&gt;&lt;img height="37" alt=" " src="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/images/steamingcup.gif" width="38" name="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this is not the typical romance I would normally read, it was by far one of the more unique books I have reviewed. The characters of Morgan and Elizabeth are well defined and are not lacking in spirit. Ms. Rose has used the character of Elizabeth Bathory very well. She chose her vampire from the very pages of history which makes it a much more interesting read. I was not interested in the love scenes, though they are well written and truly descriptive. If you like lesbian romance with a twist of the paranormal, this is the book for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;Warning: Strong, detailed female/female love scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liadan&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest of the review &lt;a href="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Underthemoonlight.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Excerpt of Under the Moonlight</title>
    <published>2008-08-29T15:09:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-29T15:09:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Note: This is a memory of Elizabeth Bathory's before she turns into a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%" align="center"&gt;* * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, no, no. It doesn&amp;rsquo;t go there. Do that again and I will smother you with honey and tie you to a tree,&amp;rdquo; Elizabeth shouted. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A wide-eyed young man held a giant mirror, trying not to drop it and to move it where the Countess wanted all at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth huffed and pouted. &amp;ldquo;I give up. Put it somewhere no one will break it. Seven years bad luck on you if it does.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes, Mistress,&amp;rdquo; he replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Countess Bathory expected her husband&amp;rsquo;s return that evening. It had been two years since his last visit home. She needed to make sure that she looked her best. She went to her bedroom and stared at her nude reflection for several hours, examining every inch of her flesh. She had to make sure that nothing about her had changed. No wrinkles. No grey hairs. Not a patch of dry skin. No blemishes. Everything had to be perfect. She had to look like a woman that had not given birth to three children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She had her servants prepare her bath, she chose rose and myrrh oils. She wanted to make certain that her charms were at their highest for her husband. She wanted no interruptions from anyone this evening. She had grown bored with the routine-like schedule her life had become. She was looking forward to hearing her husband&amp;rsquo;s tales of far off countries and their strange customs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; During her bath, she fantasized about the gifts he would bring for her. She thought about crimson rubies, emeralds, amethysts, and diamonds she would drape over herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;How jealous my friends will be once they see me sparkle and shimmer with new jewels,&amp;rdquo; she mused as she stepped out of the bathtub. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She extended her arms and waited for her ladies in waiting to dry her body off with a warm towel. Just as they were drying her legs, there was a knock on her door. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo; she replied.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A young man shyly stepped into her room, looking down at the floor he spoke. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mistress, forgive the interruption,&amp;rdquo; he began. &amp;ldquo;I know you didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be bothered while you were preparing yourself, but your husband Count N&amp;aacute;dasdy has arrived and wishes to see you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tell my husband that I will be ready as soon as possible and that I am glad that he is home so early,&amp;rdquo; she said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Mistress. Right away,&amp;rdquo; he replied and left her bedroom. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; went to her vanity and grabbed some henna. She giggled as she stained her nipples to make them look darker. She wanted to make sure her husband noticed how much trouble she went through to get ready for his arrival. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hannah bring me my gold dress, the one with the white sash,&amp;rdquo; she said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, Mistress.&amp;rdquo; Hannah bowed and went to the armoire. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth clapped her hands with excitement. The gold dress she chose had a deep plunging neckline that was sure to make her husband ravish her in bed. She had her hair combed and styled into a chignon to make sure her long neck and high cheekbones stood out. She powdered her face and rouged her lips. Once she was dressed and satisfied with her appearance, she calmly made her way to the dining room where her husband Count N&amp;aacute;dasdy patiently waited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He sat at the head of the dining table. At first glance, he didn&amp;rsquo;t seem like the type of man that led an army everyday of his life. He was far too handsome and fair. Rumors of his bloodlust spread far and wide, and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until you got a closer look that you could see the ever consuming fire he held in his eyes. Elizabeth gave the Count a bright smile as she entered the room. She tried to conceal her disappointment in his appearance. He hadn&amp;rsquo;t bathed or at least made an attempt at making his exterior more appealing. His blond hair had grown longer. It was greasy and sticking to his neck and forehead. She could see dirt underneath his fingernails. She tried not to gag in disgust as she watched him grab a turkey leg and take a huge bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;My dear husband,&amp;rdquo; she gushed. &amp;ldquo;How are you? How were your travels?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;As expected,&amp;rdquo; he replied as he looked at Elizabeth with hungry eyes. He took a gulp of wine from his golden goblet and slammed it down on the table. He had a pained expression on his face, as though something weren&amp;rsquo;t agreeing with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Are you alright, husband? Would you like to chew on some ginger root? I&amp;rsquo;m sure it will make you feel better.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Be silent, woman,&amp;rdquo; he roared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth frowned and did as the Count commanded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He took a deep breath. &amp;ldquo;I cannot get a damned word in if you keep asking questions,&amp;rdquo; he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I apologize, husband. Forgive my excitement. It has been lonely and dull without you here,&amp;rdquo; she whispered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve brought something for you,&amp;rdquo; he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but smile when she heard those words. This was her favorite part whenever he returned home. He always had a trinket for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ferencz snapped his fingers, and a young man stepped out of the shadows. He ran to where Elizabeth sat and presented her with a small gold jewelry box. She clapped her hands excitedly when she saw that the lid had an intricately designed wolf on it. The eyes were made out of onyx. The fangs were diamonds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I had it specially made for you in Vienna. I remembered how much you liked wolves,&amp;rdquo; he mumbled and then took a sip of wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Thank you,&amp;rdquo; she breathed. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s stunning.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Open it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s more?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;There always is,&amp;rdquo; he said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth gasped when she opened the box and found a pair of tear-shaped ruby earrings inside. They were the size of her pinky nail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Oh darling,&amp;rdquo; she whispered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Filled with glee, she sat up and ran to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Help me put them on,&amp;rdquo; she said. She leaned toward him, exposing her long swan-like neck. She heard him whimper as he put the earrings on her earlobes. She tried to ignore the powerful smell emanating from Count N&amp;aacute;dasdy. It was a mix of sweat, urine, and food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Thank you,&amp;rdquo; she said as she returned to her place at the opposite end of the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They spent the rest of the evening eating silently. Elizabeth noticed that he picked at his food and made it look as though he had eaten, but in reality he had barely touched his plate. Instead he indulged himself in wine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Husband?&amp;rdquo; she whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo; he asked barely looking up from his plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t we retire to our bedchambers for the evening? I can have the servants draw up a bath for you, if you like?&amp;rdquo; she suggested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Does my smell bother you so much?&amp;rdquo; He raised an eyebrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I would rather sleep in the stable than lie down beside you,&amp;rdquo; she replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For a moment, there was a deafening silence. She was certain that he would stand and beat her to the ground. But to her surprise he roared with laughter at her response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I was wondering when you were going to say something,&amp;rdquo; the Count said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth gave him a nervous giggle. She had never known him to have a sense of humor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Joseph,&amp;rdquo; Count N&amp;aacute;dasdy said as he snapped his fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes, Master,&amp;rdquo; a dark haired man replied as he stepped forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Prepare a bath for me. My darling wife cannot tolerate the smell of me,&amp;rdquo; he said and then laughed once more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;As you wish, Master.&amp;rdquo; The young man bowed and left the dining room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Go up to your room, Elizabeth. I have another surprise for you.&amp;rdquo; Ferencz gave her a playful wink and walked out of the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She didn&amp;rsquo;t like the way she was teasing her in front of the servants. She remained quiet and waited until everyone was gone. She took a deep breath as she threw the remainder of her meal into the fireplace. She watched the turkey bones, potatoes, and china plate turn black. She gathered her composure and went upstairs to her bedroom. She wondered what other surprises Ferencz would have for her that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s not the only one that has a few tricks up their sleeve,&amp;rdquo; she muttered as she closed the door behind her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Claudia, help me change into the burgundy dress,&amp;rdquo; she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Yes, Mistress.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The young maid rushed to help the Countess disrobe and get into her new gown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Tighten the laces on my corset,&amp;rdquo; Elizabeth commanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Mistress, Johanna and I tightened it until you nearly passed out. Are you certain you want it tighter?&amp;rdquo; Claudia gave her a worried glance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I appreciate your concern, but do as I say,&amp;rdquo; Elizabeth said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Very well,&amp;rdquo; Claudia shook her head and grabbed hold of the laces on the Countess&amp;rsquo; corset. &amp;ldquo;Ready?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Elizabeth took a deep breath and wrapped her tiny hands around the bedpost. She gave her lady in waiting a sharp nod and braced herself. She gasped and then bit her bottom lip to keep from shouting out in pain when Claudia pulled on the laces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Are you alright?&amp;rdquo; the young girl asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Again,&amp;rdquo; Elizabeth whimpered as tears fell from her black eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Mistress&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Claudia tried to protest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;again&lt;i&gt;,&amp;rdquo; she cried.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;As you wish.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; line-height: 200%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Countess Bathory gathered all of her strength and stared up at the delicately painted ceiling she commissioned especially for her room. There were cherubic angels floating above the clouds with seemingly weightless wings. They seemed to swirl and float in and out of her vision as she struggled to breathe. She let a tiny moan escape her lips as she felt one of her ribs move. When Claudia was finished helping her into her gown, her vision blurred. She could barely breathe. She could only hope that Ferencz was almost finished bathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Rose &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;copy; 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase a copy of &lt;a href="http://cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/165&amp;amp;book=122"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Under the Moonlight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Byzarium</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byzarium.com/under_the_moonlight"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Under the Moonlight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="taxonomy"&gt;&lt;a title="" rel="tag" href="http://www.byzarium.com/horror"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Horror&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a class="active" title="Current Issue" rel="tag" href="http://www.byzarium.com/featured_fiction"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Current&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a title="" rel="tag" href="http://www.byzarium.com/august2008"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;August 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="flexinode-body flexinode-2"&gt;&lt;div class="flexinode-textarea-8"&gt;&lt;div class="form-item"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="Horror" height="72" alt="Horror" hspace="10" width="72" align="left" vspace="10" src="http://www.byzarium.com/files/images/types-horror.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" class="flexinode-textfield-9"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;div class="form-item"&gt;&lt;label&gt;Author: &lt;/label&gt;Isabelle Rose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="flexinode-textarea-6"&gt;&lt;div class="form-item"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night she dreamt of blood. The crackle and crunch of bones made her uneasy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="52" alt="" width="171" src="http://www.byzarium.com/images/centerBugs.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morgan gasped and kicked until she was awake. Her head throbbed. She smelled like sweat and fear and there was something stuck between her teeth. She pried at it unsuccessfully with her fingernails. Frustrated, she threw the sheets aside and ran into the bathroom. She grabbed a bit of dental floss. The thin piece of white string slid back and forth. Morgan let out a sigh of relief when she felt whatever it was come loose.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;She felt large piece of skin between her thumb and index finger. Only it had…ridges. She frowned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably a piece of chicken from yesterday’s lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s strange&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byzarium.com/under_the_moonlight"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Read more...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isabellerose23:33422</id>
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    <title>Under the Moonlight Review</title>
    <published>2008-07-21T20:47:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T20:47:15Z</updated>
    <category term="cacoethes publishing"/>
    <category term="horror"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isabelle Rose pens the tale of vampires and werewolves in her novel Under the Moonlight. It is an intriguing tale of love, lust, and betrayal that will keep you reading well into the night. Sometimes I got a little hung up on too much detail in some parts, but the story line well made up for that, all in all a very good read. 4 Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the rest &lt;a href="http://bookreviewsbycrystal.blogspot.com/2008/07/under-moonlight-by-liz-dejesus.html"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;Under the Moonlight&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="node"&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img title="Under the Moonlight" height="190" alt="" hspace="10" width="126" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" src="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/files/books/covers/under%20the%20moonlight%20thumbnail%20size%20revised.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/28&amp;amp;authorId=63"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;Isabelle Rose&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Mystery/Suspense,Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN:&lt;/strong&gt; 1-60695-011-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Length:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publication Date:&lt;/strong&gt; 07/18/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye, Detective Morgan Carbone’s life changes from day to night. Sociopath, serial killer, and charmer David McAllister won’t reveal where the bodies of several young women are located, and Morgan is determined to get answers from him. She gets much more from him during an interrogation, when he sinks his teeth into her hand, causing her to bleed profusely. The bite leaves Morgan with flawless skin as her wound heals quickly and perfectly, and it leaves her with severe bloodlust as she has now turned into a werewolf, like her serial-killing nemesis. This drastic change casts Morgan into an action-packed, dramatic journey as she is pressured (a deadly chip in the brain can do that) by a man to go across the country to kill a vampire that has supposedly killed his sister. Morgan must decide if she will fulfill her goal for him or let her heart fall for the deadly vampiress, who eerily reminds her of her first and only true love – a woman who got away. &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="sell_price"&gt;Price: $5.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To purchase your copy click &lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/165&amp;amp;book=122"&gt;&lt;font color="#7c76ae"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Under the Moonlight (Excerpt)</title>
    <published>2008-07-14T20:56:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-14T21:00:30Z</updated>
    <category term="cacoethes publishing"/>
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    <lj:music>Temptation Waits by Garbage</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All night she dreamt of blood. The crackle and crunch of bones made her uneasy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;* * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;Morgan gasped and kicked until she was awake. Her head throbbed. She smelled like sweat and fear, and there was something stuck between her teeth. She pried at it unsuccessfully with her fingernails. Frustrated, she threw the sheets aside and ran into the bathroom. She grabbed a bit of dental floss. The thin piece of white string slid back and forth. Morgan let out a sigh of relief when she felt whatever it was come loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably a piece of chicken from yesterday's lunch&lt;/em&gt;, she thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;She felt a large piece of skin between her thumb and index finger. Only it had…ridges. She frowned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's strange&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;She went to the living room and put on her glasses. They blurred her vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;"What the?" she asked as she took them off.&amp;nbsp;She stared at them as though she were looking at them for the first time in her life. That was when she realized that she had made it to the bathroom without her glasses. She also noticed that she hadn't turned on a single light in the house. It was completely dark, yet she could see everything in her house as though all of the light bulbs in the house had been switched on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;She studied the item she had had lodged in her mouth. Skin. Human skin. She could tell because there was a fingerprint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;"Oh my God," she whispered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;A little bit of bile ran up her throat. She made it to the bathroom before she vomited. She mumbled a prayer as she reached for the knob to flush the toilet. Then she noticed something floating on the water. It was a mix between pink and blue-grey. With a trembling hand, she reached in and picked it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;"Jesus Christ!" she shrieked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;She tossed it. It flew half way across the bathroom. It bounced across the floor. She pushed herself away from it until her back touched the wall. It was a finger… a quarter of a woman's pinky finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;She thought about what happened to her two weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;© Isabelle Rose&amp;nbsp;2008&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.cacoethespublishing.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img title="Under the Moonlight" height="190" alt="" hspace="10" width="126" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" src="http://cacoethespublishing.net/files/books/covers/under%20the%20moonlight%20thumbnail%20size%20revised.jpg" /&gt;Coming July 18th 2008 through Cacoethes Publishing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:isabellerose23:32946</id>
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    <title>Under the Moonlight</title>
    <published>2008-06-10T23:59:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-10T23:59:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="tabs"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="node"&gt;&lt;span class="submitted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="taxonomy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img title="Under the Moonlight" height="190" alt="" hspace="10" width="126" align="right" vspace="10" border="0" src="http://cacoethespublishing.net/files/books/covers/under%20the%20moonlight%20thumbnail%20size%20revised.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cacoethespublishing.net/?q=node/28&amp;amp;authorId=63"&gt;Isabelle Rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; General Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISBN:&lt;/strong&gt; 1-60695-011-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Length:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Publication Date:&lt;/strong&gt; 06/15/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye, Detective Morgan Carbone’s life changes from day to night. Sociopath, serial killer, and charmer, David McAllister won’t reveal where the bodies of several young women are located, and Morgan is determined to get answers from him. She gets much more from him when during an interrogation he sinks his teeth into her hand, causing her to bleed profusely. The bite leaves Morgan with flawless skin as her wound heals quickly and perfectly, and it leaves her with severe bloodlust as she has now turned into a werewolf, like her serial-killing nemesis. This drastic change in her life casts Morgan into an action-packed, dramatic journey as she is pressured (a deadly chip in the brain can do that) by a man to go across the country to kill a vampire that has supposedly killed his sister. Morgan must decide if she will fulfill her goal for him or let her heart fall for the deadly vampiress, who eerily reminds her of her first and only true love – a woman who got away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cacoethespublishing.com"&gt;www.cacoethespublishing.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Alice (Free Download)</title>
    <published>2008-03-09T18:15:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T18:16:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;img title="Alice" height="180" alt="Alice ebook cover" width="135" src="http://www.adultebookshop.com/images/P/alice_135x180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;This is a prequel to Lust in Wonderland which you can find in NAUGHTY FAIRY TALES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered... what happened to Alice after she came out of the rabbit hole? Ten years have gone by since that innocent, accidental venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultebookshop.com/Alice-p-404.html"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;http://www.adultebookshop.com/Alice-p-404.html&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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