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Guest Author.. Ciaran Dwynvil

Today, my guest is author, Ciaran Dwynvil to celebrate the release of his latest book, In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2.

So without further ado, here’s Ciaran.



“Let a real life dominant tell you an electrifying story of dominance & submission.”

Thank you for having me as your guest, Jessie. I’m really excited to be here today to share In Blue Poppy Fields Parts 1&2 with you and your readers. But first a little bit of housekeeping: everything in this blog post is intended for adult readers only. If anybody younger than eighteen stumbled upon the article by chance – please don’t read further.

For the rest of us, let’s go ahead.

In Blue Poppy Fields: This irresistible gay erotic paranormal fantasy belongs to Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love and lust set amid a fascinating fantasy world. That’s what you can read in the books’ description. But… where will I really take you?

Taste it:
The dance was both heaven and hell. Promising pleasure and denying the immediate satiation of lust. Giving a little that was never enough. Again and again they stamped, again and again they swirled around, again and again their palms and orbs met in need, again and again their fingers avid for pleasure groped and stroked firm flesh. Until he almost couldn’t bear the fever of this night longer.

And then, just in his mind, he heard a husky and rich, though slightly breathless: “Choose two of them.” Hunt and Trickery and Blood. Now. Craving pulsed in his every nerve when his eyes roved over the circle. A young red-haired stud with bare chest caught his attention. And then a youth with long golden locks. Their color in the light of fires was like molten gold, and his slender body promised cat-like litheness.

Dancing closer to the one whose mane was on fire like the sky at sunset, he saw in the corner of his eye Belial approaching the other one. Their hands reached out almost at the same moment and dragged the prey onto the dance floor. And the crowd roared its throat hoarse in shrieks and whoops. The nobility chose their mates for tonight. In the night of Bain all were equal. And all was possible under the sky where the full moon was making love to midnight clouds veiling it in tender embraces.

The two young ones Adhemar had chosen were enraptured, enamored, aroused, and excited. Life radiated from them in strong, desirous waves. They were breathing, dancing, and longing. And their very desire was bringing them closer and closer to their deaths. They knew nothing of their fate. With young passion, they wanted to give themselves to the bewitching strangers. For tonight. He read it in their minds. In those impetuous heads that wouldn’t throb with hangover tomorrow.

Tomorrow their lifeless eyes would stare into the morning light. But they didn’t know and kept dancing closer and closer to their demise. Several times the four of them changed their partners in the dance of death. Reapers and harvests. Palms and eyes and short breath. Heads spinning and chests heaving with need. Loins heavy with want. Legs quivering with effort. Midnight shadows and fire reflections all around. Violins, bagpipes, and flutes raging in a wild crescendo.

As you sit there reading this, I know that you’re craving to embark on a journey to a marvelous place where you can let your soul soar and experience life, love and lust in their naked, raw form.

Well, you can put that desire to sleep for now… but wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?

I must warn you though, our world is not for the fainthearted. First fear grabs you in its ironclad fist. You can barely breathe. It hurts as you pull your inhales in and push your exhales out. Your wide-open eyes smart, you writhe in physical agony as you feel every sensation together with my men. You’re dying to avoid the pain… but you’re not a coward. Your pride kicks in and helps you through the bleakest hours, through the moments when all hope seems to be lost. Then relief floods you as you narrowly escape death. Exhilaration fills your every nerve as tremors of adrenaline rush rake your body from head to toes. In this very second you love life more than anything. You clutch it, you cling to it, so that nobody can pry it away from you. You want to live… and you feel it in your guts, in your chest, in your throat. You smell it in the autumn mist, you taste it in deep and hungry kisses, you hear it in your own heartbeat, you see it in the desire-filled eyes of your companion. You feel it under your fingertips as you touch his body. And you shudder with the need as you realize what his look demands. No, you are no longer reading the tale, you are living it. Passionately.

Would you like it?

Have you answered my question?

I truly hope you did. But if you’re scared by dominance & submission, stop reading here. These books aren’t for you. Otherwise – let me take you on a mesmerizing ride you will never forget:

A victim to another man’s cruelty, talented and beautiful theater actor Adhemar Lebeau learned not to trust and not to love anybody but himself. Falsely accused of his master’s murder, he has to accept assistance of mysterious Count Sanyi Arany to later discover his savior is a vampire. Forced both by a fatal illness and aftershocks of torture experienced during his unjust imprisonment, Adhemar agrees to the only possible cure. Rebirth.

Healed in body but not in mind, he guards his independence, free will and heart. He is not able to give love, only the fulfillment of lust. Yet, satiation of sensuous longing is not enough for his Sire and he knows it. When an eerie malady strikes and seems to deplete Sanyi’s life energy for unknown reasons, Adhemar understands his fears and agrees to keep a street boy, Reyach, as a pet for both of them in hope it will soothe the unspoken worries.

Out of necessity he finds himself in the role of the only hunter in their company, and out of attachment he accepts the responsibility readily. Indulgence in blood and carnal pleasures fill his nights and vampiric powers give him the feeling of safety. Until the evening when he carelessly falls prey to High Demon Belial’s plays that quickly turn into more than either of them has bargained for.

In spite of a hard start, Adhemar feels burning urge deep in his heart and no matter how much he denies it, the cause of the strange sensation is a budding seed of affection brought to life by the insufferable demon. But letting Adhemar learn to love somebody other than him is not what seemingly innocent Reyach plans.

Own both books now. For less than the price of a movie ticket you will gain hours of excitement and reading pleasure. And the more you’ll read, the more you’ll crave. Do you need a proof?

From editorial reviews: “Another really imaginative and brilliantly written book. …I can’t wait to read more and see where Ciaran takes us next. Really looking forward to the next one.” Booksessed Bec, #39 top reviewer on Goodreads

Earlier on I asked you the question: “Wouldn’t you really rather take my hand and make a leap into a story that will overwhelm all your senses?” Since you’re still here with me, reading this, I’m going to assume you answered: “Yes.” Well, now that I’ve shown you what a ride packed with emotions I’ll treat you to – it’s time for you to act on this. See you soon – In Blue Poppy Fields.

Buy links:
Part 1 on Amazon USA:
Part 2 on Amazon USA:
Part 1 on Amazon UK:
Part 2 on Amazon UK:


Still lingering here? Not completely sure if the Guardian Demon series is the right companion for your reading pleasure? Well, you can dip a toe in our world for free. In the prequel to Guardian Demon books: Throne for the Idol, which has earned Compulsion Reads coveted endorsement.

The Compulsion Reads endorsement is all about discovering and highlighting the best indie books on the market and the talented authors behind them,” says Leslie Ramey, co-owner of Compulsion Reads. “When a reader sees the CR seal on a book’s cover, they know that they’re in for a good read. Throne for the Idol meets this standard, and Ciaran Dwynvil is definitely an author to keep an eye on.”

This tale will carry you to the monastery in Lindisfarena to witness dark, forbidden love between Brother Rikard and High Demon Semiazas, the First of the Fallen.

How can you lay your hands on this book? Sign up to my newsletter here:

And I will send you a coupon for a free download.

It isn’t all: if you sign-up now, you’ll be entered in a draw in the current giveaway I’m having for my newsletter subscribers. And because most of them have all the Guardian Demon books that have been published so far, this time I’m giving away three of my personal favorite gay fiction books:
Liquid Glass by Zathyn Priest:
Blake Takes Some Heat by Thianna D:
Afflicted by Brandon Shire:
I’ll do the draw for this giveaway on the 10th of August and everybody who’s on my e-mail list on that day will have a chance to get one of these books, so hurry up and subscribe now not to miss it. I’ll contact the winners privately by e-mail and will share their first names in the next issue of the newsletter too, so please make sure you enter your valid e-mail address and your first name in the sign-up form.

Thanks for staying here with me until now. I must have really grabbed your attention. *grins* If you’d like to keep in touch, the best way really is through the newsletter subscription. Just imagine that tomorrow there are no social platforms. How can you still get news from me? Well, provided that at least e-mails work, you have your answer – through the newsletter. And you can always reach me on

I also talk about my writing, Guardian Demon Series world, D/s & S/M on my blog: I would love it if you dropped by to say hello. True, I’m a dom. But quite a friendly one. I won’t bite you unless you absolutely want me to… aaand we better stop here before I get too carried away. *smirks* Thanks again for having me over today.



Ciaran Dwynvil. Author & Bard.


I first ‘met’ author and bard, Ciaran Dwynvil whilst blog hopping earlier this year and I was immediately intrigued by his name and the header image on his blog (above)

A guardian demon was a new one for me as I believed that all demons were bad and dark and extremely troublesome who certainly didn't want to guard anyone. Well, the demons of Ciaran's world are dark, and handsome and can certainly be trouble to some of his characters….but they do have a 'good' side to them and that is what makes this authors books so compelling and interesting.

The 'Guardian Demon‘ series is full of darkly beautiful vampires and demons and villains; the perfect foil for the angelic and lovely young men in need of a healthy dose of lustful pleasure and sexual awakening.

The erotic scenes are beautifully written and are a veritable feast for the readers senses. Taste, touch, scents and sounds are vivid and evocative and the reader is transported right into the scene. Here is one of my favourite scenes from Trails of Love I Crawl Part 2;

But yes, he wanted to taste Viktor’s kiss. Now he realized the yearning that had been parching his mouth and pressing in his loins. Perhaps from the moment when he had touched the mortal’s body for the first time. He couldn’t be sure about the second when it had started. But he sure knew that things were in motion now. Viktor repositioned slowly and carefully to sit on his haunches and nobody stopped him. Desire filled dark green irises lured Donn closer, along with words: “Come here.” Oh, the voice was so different from the sensual huskiness of Belial’s one. It sounded so sharp. Razor sharp. But the cuts it left behind ached so sweetly and Donn couldn’t but make the step bringing him to the very edge of the table. And then his fingers tangled in rust colored locks as he felt the touch of Viktor’s lips against his. It wasn’t tender. It commanded him to open his mouth and he complied. He let the man’s tongue in and timidly sucked at the intoxicating nectar of unripe poppies mixed with honey. Shivering with lust, he enjoyed the feelings of sweet penetration. Thrusts of Viktor’s tongue made him think of their bodies barraging against each other and he couldn’t but pull the man closer. Opening himself for the sensual play, he suddenly felt the man’s hands brushing through his feathers. So tormentingly gently. As if the mortal knew how sensitive his wings were. They unfurled under so much pleasure and fluttered helplessly in silent pleas for more.

Oooh! the piece about the feathers is so deliciously soft and sensual it gives me the flutters. Lovely.

Ciaran’s latest book in the Guardian Demon series is ‘In Blue Poppy Fields Part 2′ which is book four in the Guardian Demon series.

“If you give again more than you ever should, something you care about will die.”

The words of the old divination laugh in the darkness, and death of all hopes seems to be inevitable when jealousy leads Reyach in alliance with Archangel Deathbearer. Determined to destroy affection budding between vampire Adhemar and High Demon Belial, resolved to bring his masters to final, endless sleep, he becomes the tool of Deathbearer’s vengeance, the tool that will fulfill the prophecy.

As sinister as their intentions are, in their scheme they don’t count the powers of love, loyalty and devotion – the very emotions that can shatter their plan to pieces. Will they?

Who perishes? Who thrives? And who sacrifices for the only belief worth fighting and dying for? Find out in the second part of In Blue Poppy Fields.

This mesmerizing gay erotic paranormal dark fantasy belongs to Guardian Demon Series that will hold you prisoner to unforgettable stories of life, love and lust set amid an intriguing fantasy world. Dwynvil’s unique storytelling will captivate you by vivid imagery, narratives told from multiple points of view and explorations of the darker side of D/s theme where safe words aren’t used.

And here, to whet your appetite, is an excerpt from ‘In Blue Poppy Fields, Part 2;

Then he realized where he was. His lover must have read his most secret longings in his mind. He… was in Caris, at the night of Bain. And his lover was here at home.

Belial stepped into the ring of crushed grass between two balefires without any hesitation. His body grew taut and stiff for a moment before his soles stamped for the first time, and he swirled around with his head thrown back in passion. His commanding presence was noticed almost immediately and more and more dancers stepped back to give him space. Their feet hitting the ground again and again sounded like drumbeat and their hands were clapping in the rhythm. Their attention was on him. On the handsome noble that came to have his entertainment tonight. They wanted him, madly, wildly, impetuously. Their desire was in the air but the demon already had a partner and wouldn’t dance alone for long.

For a moment Belial froze in motion but for a flash of his teeth in a wide grin and a small inviting gesture of his fingers. And Adhemar listened to the call. This was a different stage from the one he knew from Cibinium. Primal and wild. Drugging him with its heat.

He welcomed the intoxication with first confident dance steps. His body obeyed every whim of his mind with a forceful grace, and the gasps and quickened heartbeats his senses caught around testified that his beauty didn’t go unnoticed. He and Belial were the gods of this fete. Life-giving essences would be sacrificed to them in moments of pagan pleasure. Soon. But now… now he was craving Belial’s touch. And when the steps of the dance finally brought them close to one another, when their hands met, Adhemar’s whole body tingled with that need. And he saw its reflection in Belial’s seductive eye.

Hungry hands spun him around and pressed his bottom against Belial’s groin. The demon was hard and his covetous palms, brimming with sensuality in every caress, traveled the territories of Adhemar’s body shamelessly.

The dance was both heaven and hell. Promising pleasure and denying the immediate satiation of lust. Giving a little that was never enough. Again and again they stamped, again and again they swirled around, again and again their palms and orbs met in need, again and again their fingers avid for pleasure groped and stroked firm flesh. Until he almost couldn’t bear the fever of this night longer.

And then, just in his mind, he heard a husky and rich, though slightly breathless: “Choose two of them.” Hunt and Trickery and Blood. Now. Craving pulsed in his every nerve when his eyes roved over the circle. A young red-haired stud with bare chest caught his attention. And then a youth with long golden locks. Their color in the light of fires was like molten gold, and his slender body promised cat-like litheness.

So…..if you like your stories dark, erotic, sensual and with themes of D/s and not a safe word in sight…then these books….of lust, life and love, are for you. I highly recommend them.

And if you are curious about the world of Vampires and demons…..then pay a visit to Ciaran’s Blog here and prepare to be truly amazed.

All Ciaran's books can be found at Smashwords


Hump Day Hook

It’s Hump Day again, folks and unfortunately I’ve been absent for the last two. It’s been a particularly ghastly few weeks for me and mine. (Well, two of them) And we’ve all been stressed and worried; but, as we know, women are like tea bags…..we don’t know how strong we are until we’re in hot water. 😃 However, things are slowly getting back on track and I’m slowly beginning to lose myself in writing again. The perfect antidote to life’s horrors IMO.

So, onward and upward as they say and in the last two hooks, I’ve told how two sisters are visiting Pontefract Castle where one of the girls has a rather nasty ‘vision’. Her sister, a history buff does a spot of research to try and discover who the man in the vision may be….and this is what she discovers;


So, the poor unfortunate is Anthony Woodville, Earl Rivers, brother to the widowed queen, Elizabeth Woodvile. And yesterday, 25/6/2013 was the anniversary of Anthony’s execution.

To read more hooks, visit This Site sit back and enjoy some great hooks from fabulous authors. 😄

A-Z Challenge

20130416-223150.jpg is for Orford, its castle and The Merman.

20130416-225004.jpg Standing high and proud on its mound on the western edge of the village of Orford in Suffolk is Orford Castle.

Built by Henry 11 between 1165 and 1173, The Pipe Rolls record that the castle was built at a cost of £1414 9s 2d as a symbol of the King’s power and to guard the Suffolk coast from the threat of invasion by the French. Orford is also the earliest
castle in England for which documented evidence of its building still survives.

The magnificent polygonal keep is the only standing structure to survive and, standing 30 metres high is in surprisingly good condition and is built from at least four different kinds of stone. Blocks of septaria, a local sandy coloured mudstone, and limestone from Northamptonshire; as well as Caen stone and Coralline Crag

20130417-140310.jpg At the time of the castle’s construction, Orford was a significant Medieval port exporting wool (an important trade in Suffolk) and lead to Europe and it seems that the castle may have had a function in the control of the trade; collecting duties and safeguarding the money. Indeed, one of the chambers in the great tower was probably a treasury and a chamber in one of the turrets was a ‘muniment’ room where records were made and stored.

Significantly, this room does not have a fireplace but was warmed by the fire in the lower hall. This would not only keep the parchment rolls dry but would also lessen the risk of fires breaking out and destroying important documents. No wonder Orford’s records have survived so well with such for-thought by its designers and builders…and hurrah and huzzah for them I say.

20130417-144032.jpg The interior

20130417-144446.jpg The chapel & Great Hall. How they may have looked

20130417-144646.jpg The Chapel Today

During the reign of Henry 11 (1154-1189) a very curious incident occurred at Orford. Some local fishermen caught what they believed to be a merman in their nets. The poor thing was naked and had a long shaggy beard and was otherwise hairless apart from a very hairy chest.

The fishermen took the creature to the castle where he was immediately thrown into the dungeons.
He was, according to Medieval chronicler Ralph of Coggeshall, happy to eat anything that was given to him, but if it was raw, the man squeezed all the juice out of it first. He did not speak even when he was hung up by his feet and tortured in an attempt to force him. This torturing of the poor soul was a regular occurrence according to Ralph.

He was allowed to exercise in the sea only when nets had been placed across the harbour entrance. But he escaped by diving beneath the nets and swimming out to sea where he proceeded to taunt his captors by rearing up again and again and then plunging back into the sea.

Then, unexpectedly, the wild man returned to his captors to resume life on land. But interest in him waned and the guards became lax and some months later he dove under the nets and was never seen again.

Legend has it that the ghost of the merman still haunts the castle of Orford, where inside you will find a model of this legendary Man of the Sea covered in hair with his long shaggy beard. Orford Castle is now managed by English Heritage.

20130417-150929.jpg The Orford Merman

My weird week.

I have been totally out of touch with my virtual pals this week and I haven’t done any writing at all. The reason….I have been looking after my nieces four kids and as they live in a village with NO signal for my iPad Internet connection and they have no Wi Fi yet, I have been feeling horribly isolated.

I have written this while I have one bar on the signal indicator. I only hope it publishes. I won’t hold my breath.

I feel pretty bleak right now and sad. It’s because my whole routine has been up skelped and I utterly detest not having time alone and not been able to write. But, on the bright side, I have an idea for a story. In 1874 there was a terrible train crash in this village, Brundall near Norwich UK and 17 people where killed. It happened at night which somehow makes it so much more horrific. I can feel the sadness in the atmosphere in the garden. The railway line is not far away and you can here the trains on their daily journeys up and down the line.

So that’s my project for when I get home and I can get back to normal.

So good people, I’m not ignoring you, it’s just that the Internet connection is abysmal and I’m up to my eyes in screaming ankle biters. Lol. Roll on tomorrow evening.

On a brighter note, I think the village was probably bog eyed at the sight of a grown woman running like the wind down the high street with a bunch of kids, then hugging trees and erm, jumping in puddles. 🙂 *blush* . Ah well, we’re all kids at heart and it was great fun.

See you all soon. God willing my sanity will still be intact. 🙂

News paper report of the Brundall train crash.