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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


A-Z Challenge

20130428-121759.jpg is for The White Queen…a novel by Phillipa Gregory about Elizabeth Woodville, queen of Edward 1V.

The first in a stunning new series, The Cousins’ War, is set amid the tumult and intrigue of the Wars of the Roses. Internationally bestselling author Philippa Gregory brings this extraordinary family drama to vivid life through its women – beginning with Elizabeth Woodville, the White Queen.

Now, this book has been made into a television drama to be shown next month (May) I believe. I am eagerly looking forward to watching it as this period in history is a great favourite of mine. However…..I hope they haven’t ‘sexed it up’ and created a Hollywood type royal soap opera as was the case with The Tudors although I admit to having watched and enjoyed that series.

I don’t mind seeing a bit of (tasteful) nooky between Edward and Elizabeth…after all, he was well known for his love of beautiful women and bed sport. But I don’t particularly want to see it in every scene. And please God no gratuitous masturbation scenes as we saw in The Tudors. Surely even kings are allowed to indulge in this pleasure in private. 😉

20130428-124625.jpg From left, Clarence, Edward & Gloucester

20130428-124802.jpg Edward & Elizabeth

20130428-124909.jpg Ben Lamb as Antony Woodville And I approve of the choice of actor playing my hero….Antony Woodville. I hope he plays him well. He is handsome as was Antony and he looks good here in armour. I wonder if that will be Antony’s famous joust against The Bastard of Burgundy.

Anyway…..roll on May and I’ll leave you with a taster of The White Queen;

Oh dear, apparently the above video has very poor sound and I can’t find another one to post instead. But….to see the clip with sound, visit this site . I do apologise for the rubbish video….and thank you Ciaran Dwynvil for pointing it out.

A-Z Challenge.

20130417-193509.jpg is for Pontefract Castle and the three executions of June 1483.

On the morning of June 25th 1483 three men, one a brother and one a son of the recently widowed Queen, Elizabeth Woodville, the other, an elder statesman, were executed by beheading at Pontefract Castle (sometimes known as Pomfret Castle)

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20130418-193718.jpg Pontefract Castle in the 14th Century

The brother was Antony Woodville, Earl Rivers. A learned, pious man and known for his chivalric interests, he had served the late King, Edward 1V well for many years. In 1473 the king had appointed Antony as governor to his son and heir; and nephew and uncle had lived at Ludlow Castle in Shropshire since that time.

20130419-211344.jpg Antony Woodville Earl Rivers

The son was Sir Richard Grey and also half-brother to the twelve year old prince of Wales.

The elder statesman was Sir Thomas Vaughan who had served the prince since infancy and was his chamberlain. Sir Thomas had also been a loyal Yorkist for well over two decades.

Brass of Sir Thomas Vaughan

The events that led to the executions began on April 9, 1483, with the death of Edward IV. Edward V was but twelve years of age at the time of his father’s death. The chronicler Mancini indicates that Edward IV had named his brother Richard in his will as the young king’s protector, but the Crowland chronicler does not indicate any such arrangement, and Edward IV’s will is not extant to confirm or deny it. What emerges when Mancini and Crowland’s accounts are read together is that Edward IV’s councilors did not want the family of the queen, Elizabeth Woodville, to dominate the new king’s government, but that some were also reluctant to see Gloucester in sole control. The councilors did agree on a coronation date of May 4, and Crowland reports that Elizabeth Woodville advised her brother Rivers, who would be taking Edward IV to London, to appease the opposition on the council by having no more than two thousand men escort the new king into London.

Both Edward V himself and Richard were far away from London when Edward IV died. Edward V was with his household at Ludlow, under the supervision of Rivers. Richard was at Middleham in the north, where his power base lay. Both men began heading toward London, as did the Duke of Buckingham. Though Buckingham was a wealthy man, he had never played a prominent part in the government of Edward IV, and he seems to have seized upon the death of Edward IV as an opportunity to extend his influence.

Gloucester, Buckingham, and Rivers had agreed to meet somewhere along the way so that the king’s entry to the city might be more magnificent. On April 29, Gloucester and Buckingham each arrived at Northampton, while Rivers, along with the king and his escort, went further south to Stony Stratford. The young king was awaiting Richard at Stony Stratford with a small household, having dispersed most of his attendants even closer to the city so that there would be more space for his uncle when he arrived.

Leaving the king behind at Stony Stratford, Rivers, and perhaps Richard Grey, backtracked to Northampton and met Gloucester and Buckingham there. By all accounts, the men passed a convivial evening, and Rivers stayed the night. He could not have suspected that it was the last night he would spend as a free man. But that was the case: the next morning, Rivers was taken prisoner by Gloucester and Buckingham.

Richard Grey was also taken prisoner on April 30, either at the same time as Rivers or later in Stony Stratford, where Gloucester and Buckingham rode to meet the king. There, Edward V’s chamberlain, Thomas Vaughan, was also seized. The shocked king was informed by Gloucester and Buckingham that his attendants were conspiring against him and that Gloucester was the man best suited to serve as protector. The young king made a spirited speech in defense of his men, but realized that he had no choice but to agree to Gloucester’s plans for him. The royal attendants who had not been arrested were ordered to disperse. Leaderless without Rivers, they obeyed.

Gloucester, Buckingham, and the king proceeded to London, reaching it the day of the planned coronation, which never took place. In response to reports that he had seized the king with the intent of gaining his crown, Gloucester had sent letters to the council and to the mayor of London stating that he had rescued the king from his enemies. Gloucester also put four cartloads of weapons in front of the king’s procession, claiming that they had been stored outside the capital by the queen’s family to use against Gloucester himself. Contemporary reports show that many knew this charge to be false, as the weapons had been stored when war was being waged against Scotland.

Was there a conspiracy to ambush Gloucester? Personally, I think it unlikely; as really, why would Rivers go back to Northampton to meet with Gloucester and Buckingham. And why did he spend the evening eating and drinking with them and then allow himself to be persuaded to spend the night there?

I believe that, had Rivers intended to get the King to London before Gloucester arrived there, he would have refused to stay in Northampton and gone back to Stony Stratford as soon as possible. To act as he did if he was plotting any wrong-doing he would have to have been either very naive or very stupid. I really don’t think Antony was either. Perhaps he was a little too trusting of a man he felt he had no reason not to trust.

However, next morning, Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan were parted and swiftly sent north; Rivers to Sheriff Hutton, Grey to Middleham, and Vaughan to Pontefract. Richard Haute, Edward V’s comptroller, seems to have been arrested and imprisoned as well, though he was apparently pardoned.

What happened next is well known. Plans, in good faith or otherwise, were made for Edward V’s coronation, and Edward V was lodged in the Tower, soon to be joined by his younger brother. On June 13, 1483, William Hastings, Edward IV’s chamberlain and closest friend, was executed without trial. Soon it was put about first that Edward IV was a bastard, then (more successfully) that he had been pre-contracted to an Eleanor Butler before his marriage to Elizabeth Woodville and that the children of that marriage were therefore bastards. With Edward V’s impending deposition and the council terrorized into docility by the execution of Hastings and the arrests of others, there was nothing standing in the way of the executions of Rivers, Grey, and Vaughan. The future Richard III therefore ordered their deaths.

The day before their executions, Rivers and Grey were moved to join Vaughan at Pontefract, where the Earl of Northumberland and Sir Richard Ratcliff presided over their executions, witnessed by troops making their way toward London at Gloucester’s command in case trouble arose over Gloucester’s claim to the throne.

Some sources report Vaughan on his way to the block as speaking of a prophecy that “G” would destroy Edward IV’s children, but it is highly unlikely that any of the men would have been allowed to hold forth in this fashion with an audience present. Probably the prisoners were silent as they were led to the block or confined their words to prayer.

The beheaded bodies were supposedly stripped ( where it was discovered that Rivers was wearing a hair shirt beneath his fine clothes) and thrown into a common grave at a nearby monastery. This report may not be altogether true, though, as Vaughan ultimately came to rest in Westminster Abbey. It is possible, of course, that his body was retrieved after Richard III’s own fall. The inscription on his tomb read, “To love and wait upon,” a motto that describes Vaughan’s service far more aptly than Richard’s “Loyaulte me lie.” (Loyalty Binds Me) By executing with little or no cause the men to whom his brother Edward IV had entrusted the care of his son, Richard had proven his loyalty to his brother and to his brother’s heir to be a very transient thing.

20130419-224358.jpg Pontefract Castle ruins with Ferrybridge power station in the background

A-Z Challenge

20130415-141234.jpg is for (Saint) Michael’s Mount or Karrek Loos yn Koos in the ancient Cornish language, which means ‘grey rock in the woods.

St Michaels Mount is probably one of the most romantic places in England; a fairy tale castle standing on top of a tiny island 400 yards off the Mounts Bay coast of Cornwall. It is united with the town of Marazion by a man-made causeway and can be reached on foot at low tide.

20130415-190821.jpg Of course, being so other-worldly’ in appearance The Mount does have its fare share of legends and myths as does most of Cornwall.

It is said that a giant once lived on The Mount; he was named Cormoran and he used to wade ashore to steal cows and sheep to eat because, being a giant Cormoran had an enormous appetite.
But….one night, a local lad, Jack rowed out to the island and dug a deep pit while old Cormoran was sleeping off his last big meal of knocked-off livestock.

When the sun came up, our hero, Jack blew a horn to wake the giant up, who, still half asleep staggered down from the summit….was blinded by the rising sun…fell into the pit and died. Poor giant.


The Mount has been a place of pilgrimage for centuries and the devout have come here and looked out over the rocky ledge on the western side of the island. It was here…where an ancient stone chair stands, that, according to another legend the Archangel St Michael appeared to a group of fisherman in the year 495.

Hmm, one wonders if said fisherman hadn’t partaken of too much cider that evening.

20130416-102525.jpg But the Mount is steeped in spiritual energy and religious roots and although most of the people who go their now are tourists, the spirit of the past and the pilgrims (the tourists of their day) who sought spiritual comfort and enlightenment there is very much alive and well on Saint Michael’s Mount.


A-Z Challenge

20130412-234151.jpg is for Loki…or Loptr, or Hveðrungr a major deity and often the mischief maker and trickster in the pantheon of Norse Gods and is the son of the giant Farbauti (“cruel striker”) and the giantess Laufey. He is regarded as one of Aesir, but is on occasion their enemy. He is connected with fire and magic, and can assume many different shapes (horse, falcon, fly).

He is crafty and malicious, but is also heroic: in that aspect he can be compared with the trickster from North American myths. The ambivalent god grows progressively more unpleasent, and is directly responsible for the death of Balder, the god of light.

Loki’s mistress is the giantess Angrboda, and with her he is the father of three monsters. His wife is Sigyn, who stayed loyal to him, even when the gods punished him for the death of Balder. He was chained to three large boulders; (see illustration below) one under his shoulders, one under his loins and one under his knees. A poisonous snake was placed above his head. The dripping venom that lands on him is caught by Sigyn in a bowl. But every now and then, when the bowl is filled to the brim, she has to leave him to empty it. Then the poison that falls on Loki’s face makes him twist in pain, causing earthquakes.

On the day of Ragnarok, Loki’s chains will break and he will lead the giants into battle against the gods.


Loki’s punishment by
Elin Gregory