Calling Barrett (aka my husband to be)

[LD]

Uppy - rest assured my bosom is contained and there's no heaving going on at all in any department!

I now understand the "Elle" reference but the L stands for Loving (slightly more appropriate for the story me thinks)!

 

[SB621]

BEST.PS.THREAD.EVER!!!

Oh wow...I"m speechless...LOVE IT!

And E- love all the gemstones references in your little novel. I would buy it!

 

[Enerchi]

Tee hee! Kinda fun huh?

 

[Barrett]

It's ...um...getting...um..[pulls collar away from neck].....real hot in...here....are [cough]...you guys hot...too? I need to step outside real quick......[pant]...

 

[minousbijoux]

I don't know where to start. Enerchi, you are either a quick study, or you, my dear, have an innate gift that has gone unrecognized nigh these many years. Its sort of like someone who has never played the piano before sitting down in adulthood and playing a flawless piano concerto from memory...Unbelievable. I will take the role as your editor, as you won't need much at all

Next, I truly think we're on to something here, as this would most definitely be a best seller; it combines our favorite things: lust/love/(and maybe, just maybe, sex - this last left up to author's perogative) and glittering jewels. Frankly, Enerchi got the lust and sex thing down in spades, and just needs a little help in the gemstone department, but that's what we're here for

As for you, Barrett - who exactly started the heat in the kitchen, my friend? Just wait until your GO friends find out what you're really doing over here at CS! In all seriousness, I notice that all men seem to have vacated this thread except for you. Those dastardly cowards, but then again, they all realize that they are no match for the cunning ways of the tall dark and handsome Barrett (do you have a preference for a title in the story, BTW?). Thanks for sticking around and making it so much fun.

Finally, could you tell us when you and LD will get together as a bunch of us want to tag along now

 

[ChrisA222]

LOL, a mess.

Barrett, if you didn't see my last post in the JXR thread, can you check it out and answer my question when you have a chance? Ok, sorry for the interruption...please get back to your conversation, LOL

 

[Upgradable]

Is the story set on Elba(ite)?

 

[beau-wy]

Umm, the editor needs to make a small revision before this novel can be published. An emerald is a beryl, not a corundum. Other than that, it's going to be a bestseller!

I dispute the assertion of error; the Baron is as ignorant as he is portly. While covetous, he lacks the knowledge of the connoisseur. His passion is the possession of what others value, but it is an empty, craven desire.

 

[Enerchi]

Minous! No, I have never written anything before - this is as far as I've ever gotten in creative writing! I'd LOVE to write a Harlequin romance!! I've read enough of them - there's a basic pattern to them all - but its just so much fun and there are so many directions to go in. So yeah, I guess its my first piano concerto! tee hee!

At one point, I was going to write one based on my years in the sexual health centre so I've got all the sex stuff down pat --- its filling in the story to work around the sex - cuz I like me some steamy sex scenes!!! oh - TMI???

 

[Enerchi]

The days and nights passed so slowly for Elle. She was heartbroken, unable to even pass a morsel of food her hand maiden brought to her. The staff were distraught, for Elle was the only bright light in the gloomy manor, that had grown cold with the stale air of history and a war that would never be won. At least, that's what the upstairs and downstairs staff felt.

The Baron had been pleasant when he first brought his young bride to the estate. She had been quiet, attentive, eager to learn at his feet, eager to make him smile and when he did, she was always rewarded with a little trinket. As warm as she was, she had a knowingness about her that made her older than her gentle years. Rumours abounded before her arrival, that at one point, she had been betrothed to the tall, dark and handsome Lord Barrett, but it was the promise of a dowry to large to ignore, that her father practically sold his ginger haired daughter to the evil Baron de Beers.

Elle's heart grew cold as she learned to accept her fate. Day in and day out she would dutifully serve her master, but come night time... she shuddered at the thought of his flesh against hers. His rancid breathe, his drunken words and promises of love and the reviled skin crawling sensations when he touched her. How she hated him touching her. Her salvation was to dream of Barrett... and now, trapped in the library with the servants coming and going, gently checking on her, she lost herself in future dreams of the life they would share together.

The fantasies started pleasantly enough, walks in the rose garden, soft words spoken of undying love to one another while sitting on the terrace, overlooking the rolling hills, time passed so quickly when they were together yet her dreams allowed her to prolong each moment and savour it - ever so slowly, taking in all the sights, sounds and smells of being by his side. It was the passionate thoughts that invaded her mind constantly, that she tried to turn away from ... but she could not.

His touch, his kiss, his flesh - everything consumed her waking moments. When would they meet again? How could she see him again? How long would she be kept as a prisoner in her own home? "Barrett, my love, come to me. Come and take me away from this evil man. I need you more than you know...."

Suddenly, disturbed from her sedate pose and guilty pleasure thinking of the two of them entwined... the door burst open and the head groomsman burst into the room... "Duchess - there's been an accident! You must come immediately....!"

 

[minousbijoux]

Hmmm, what's happened, where have LD and Amguy gone? Ya think we might've over done it a bit?!!

Editor's Note: Barrett has skin, the evil Baron has [putrid] flesh. So strike "flesh" and replace with "warm skin" Beau, it appears, has something to add too! Gotta love these fearless men - what's the male equivalent to "brazen hussy?"

 

[LD]

Hmmm, what's happened, where have LD and Amguy gone? Ya think we might've over done it a bit?!!

Editor's Note: Barrett has skin, the evil Baron has [putrid] flesh. So strike "flesh" and replace with "warm skin" Beau, it appears, has something to add too! Gotta love these fearless men - what's the male equivalent to "brazen hussy?"

Don't worry about us Minou - my beloved and I are in bed (courtesy of skype as we are across the pond from each other) enjoying reading about our escapades.

Enerchi - ginger hair? I'll have you know I'm a ravishing brunette and collars and cuffs match.

 

[minousbijoux]

The days and nights passed so slowly. Elle was heartbroken, unable to swallow even a morsel of food her hand maiden set before her. The staff were distraught, for Elle was the only bright light in the gloomy manor, now cold with the stale air of history and a war that would never be won. At least, that's what the upstairs and downstairs staff felt.

The Baron had been pleasant when he first brought his young bride to the estate. She had been quiet, attentive, eager to learn at his feet, eager to make him smile and when he did, she was always rewarded with a little jeweled trinket. The sparkling gifts thrilled Elle, as she had never seen such colors - vivid reds, pure, saturated blues, and glowing greens set in pure gold. They sparkled, and winked, throwing off flashes as bright as the fires in the hearth. Sometimes, when she was alone, she would bedeck herself in all her finery, and twirl, watching the stone walls flash with the reflected sparks from her jewels... As warm as she was, she had a knowingness about her that made her older than her gentle years. Rumours abounded before her arrival, that at one point, she had been betrothed to the tall, dark and handsome Lord Barrett, but it was the promise of a dowry too large to ignore, that caused her father - thinking of her seven hungry siblings - to trade his ginger haired daughter to the evil Baron de Beers. [note: ginger haired is good, but someone has to be flaxen-haired, don't you think?]

With every day that passed, with every new glittering stone, no matter how warm and inviting, no matter how fiery, Elle's heart grew cold as she learned to accept her fate. Day in and day out she would dutifully serve her master, but come night time... she shuddered at the thought of touching his flesh. His rancid breathe, his drunken words and promises of love and the reviled skin crawling sensations when he touched her. How she hated him touching her. Her salvation was to dream of Barrett... and now, trapped in the library with the servants coming and going, gently checking on her, she lost herself in future dreams of the life they would share...

The fantasies started pleasantly enough, walks in the rose garden, soft words spoken of undying love to one another while sitting on the terrace, overlooking the rolling hills, time passed so quickly when they were together yet her dreams allowed her to prolong each moment and savour it - ever so slowly, taking in all the blissful sights, sounds and smells of being by his side. It was the passionate thoughts that invaded her mind constantly, that she tried to turn away from ... but she could not.

His touch, his kiss, his warm skin - everything consumed her waking moments. When would they meet again? How could she see him again? How long would she be kept as a prisoner in her own home? Perhaps she could sell her jewels and they could run away? "Barrett, my love, come to me. Come and take me away from this evil man. I need you more than you know...."

Suddenly, disturbed from her sedate pose and guilty pleasure thinking of the two of them entwined... the door burst open and the head groomsman burst into the room... "Duchess - there's been an accident! You must come immediately....!"

ETA: just doing my job as editor

 

[minousbijoux]

Enerchi - ginger hair? I'll have you know I'm a ravishing brunette and collars and cuffs match.

Is that like matching carpet and drapes?

 

[Enerchi]

My thinking on the ginger hair was your eyes would be emerald green --- like the jewel Barrett is seeking! see - there is method to my madness!! (bwua haha - rubs hands together with glee) And as for the carpet and the drapes --- good to know!

 

[Starzin]

Look what happens when you sleep!!!!

Enerchi - ginger hair? I'll have you know I'm a ravishing brunette and collars and cuffs match.

Is that like matching carpet and drapes?

P.S. no collars I should think...the necklines should give Barrett glimpses of her delectable decolletage.

 

[Starzin]

Minous! No, I have never written anything before - this is as far as I've ever gotten in creative writing! I'd LOVE to write a Harlequin romance!! I've read enough of them - there's a basic pattern to them all - but its just so much fun and there are so many directions to go in. So yeah, I guess its my first piano concerto! tee hee!

At one point, I was going to write one based on my years in the sexual health centre so I've got all the sex stuff down pat --- its filling in the story to work around the sex - cuz I like me some steamy sex scenes!!! oh - TMI???

Let your imagination run wild!!!!

Eeermm..okay...I think that's already happening

Gotta love these fearless men - what's the male equivalent to "brazen hussy?"

Ooooh...I don't think it's nice Minou
hussy
noun
in this farcical version, Juliet is portrayed as a shameless hussy: minx, coquette, tease, seductress, Lolita, Jezebel; slut, harlot, loose woman; informal floozy, tart, vamp, tramp; dated trollop; archaic jade, strumpet.
roué
noun
Hattie never had the good sense to stay away from the roués who frequented the club: libertine, rake, rogue, debauchee, degenerate, profligate; lecher, seducer, womanizer, philanderer, adulterer, Don Juan, Casanova, Lothario; informal ladykiller, skirt-chaser, lech, dirty old man, goat.

However...on the brighter side, all grist for the mill as it were. Carry on

 

[minousbijoux]

Thanks, Starzin! Enerchi, what do you think of "rake" or "rogue?" I'm thinking those probably work for Barrett, whadayathink?

 

[Enerchi]

Elle was stricken with fear. What did he mean, "an accident"? Her mind was overwhelmed with fear - was it Barrett? Was her love injured and the glimmer of hope that kept her alive, dreaming of their future together, had he been hurt - or worse - killed? Kenny, the groomsman urged Elle onwards but she found her silk clad feet almost leaden with fear. Minous, her gentle handmaiden, was by her side with her wrap immediately, as the news was delivered. Fastening the warmth around Elle as she settled in the carriage, a brooch of green tsavorites nestled in rich yellow gold flashed in the morning sun. Her wedding gift from the Baron - he said it matched her eyes but could never shine as bright, seemed lifeless suddenly. The wrap did not provide warmth, nothing could penetrate the unshakeable bone chilling fear seeping into her mind. They bounced along in silence as Kenny skillfully lead the carriage down the gravel drive and out to where a horror lay waiting for her.

The meadow - wasn't she mere moments ago, thinking of how Barrett had held her amongst the wildflowers, while the gentle breeze tousled her curls around her head? She touched her lips, sure that at that moment, she could feel his lips on hers. Could it be? Could it have been a phantom kiss of triumph? Would Barrett have returned, confronted the Baron and taken back the jewel encrusted stone. Family history be damned! Beryls - red and blue, spinels in rainbow colours, rose and yellow gold holding the gems tight to the sheath where the sword was held. Always by the Baron's side, despite his girth and craggy gait, he wore it with pride and embellished the history of its capture from the original Lord Barrett, so many years ago.

Was that the instrument of her freedom or her confinement? What happened? Why will Kenny not tell her, not acknowledge her frantic pleas for answers? Minous held her hand to calm her, "Duchess, do not fret so. We will be there momentarily. You shall have your answer soon." Sweet Minous, tiny curls of flaxen hair poked out of her cap - all innocence and concern. Elle used to be like her, but even an innocent can be turned when faced with a husband such as the Baron.

The horses whinnied and slowed and the view that lay before her, left her aghast. Instantly she flew out of the carriage, wrap and brooch carelessly tossed to the ground. Arms and limbs were tangled, blood was seeping into slashed clothing, two men lay still. One, a man she would lay down and die for and the other, a man she had prayed would be dead, a true robber of souls. Slowly she approached, tentatively stepping forward, wanting to race forward but unable to get her head to connect with the rest of her body.

She peered closer, trying to distinguish who was who. Black as coal and just as heartless, were the eyes she saw staring back at her....

 

[beau-wy]

what's the male equivalent to "brazen hussy?"

That's easy - a man.

 

[Starzin]

what's the male equivalent to "brazen hussy?"

That's easy - a man.

I'm glad a man said that

 

[woofmama]

Must I wait on needles and pins wondering what has become of poor Elle & her true love, Barrett? Please do continue this tale of love and tragedy!

 

[minousbijoux]

At that moment, Elle was overcome. She closed her eyes, sinking slowly down, to her handspun cotton and silk embroidered knees, not noticing the cold, wet, mud seeping into her finery, her ring laden hands, grasping the mud as if to hold onto life itself. Her handmaiden - who always preferred the nickname "Willow" - caught her as she swooned; always there to catch her mistress and best friend. "Elle!" she cried. Elle looked sadly up at Willow "I would give up everything - all my worldly possessions - if only..." she trailed off. Once again, she closed her eyes; she thought of the only thing she had: Enerchi.

Ever since she was a small child, that one word, one magical word, seemed to change everything. She recalled how she and her siblings used their imaginations as their playthings. With no money, and barely enough to eat, it fell to Elle and her dear younger sister Chrono,to care for the five younger ones. Elle, with her curious and imaginative mind, created wonderful games and magical characters to keep the younger ones enthralled for hours, and to keep them from noticing the rumblings of their stomachs, as vacant and empty as the compassionless heart of the Baron. In these stories, Elle had made Enerchi come to life - a wise, fun loving, and generous snow queen from the North - and granted her the most powerful magic. When their stomachs would growl loudly, Elle and Chrono knew they would need some distraction for the young ones and just in time Enerchi would make her dazzling entrance. Elle would so eloquently spin tales of such grandeur, such detail and such suspense that the children would hang on every word. Whenever all was lost in this make believe world, whenever hope was gone and the children were whimpering no longer from hunger but from worry and concern, Elle or Chrono would say one word "Enerchi," and the little ones would sigh in relief. The last - and only - word Elle heard before she collapsed and fainted straight away, was her own voice calling "Enerchi"...

 

[woofmama]

Where are you oh wise, fun loving and generous snow queen?

 

[Enerchi]

The snow queen is just waking up from a very disturbed sleep!! There was a lot of noises in the forest she she sleeps.... She may need a moment before she's alert enough!! The snow king Enerchi sleeps with was busy sawing logs all night. Where is the bagged out eyes emotive??

But don't fear... I have a plot line in my head!!

 

[Enerchi]

At that moment, Elle was overcome. She closed her eyes, sinking slowly down, to her handspun cotton and silk embroidered knees, not noticing the cold, wet, mud seeping into her finery, her ring laden hands, grasping the mud as if to hold onto life itself. Her handmaiden - who always preferred the nickname "Willow" - caught her as she swooned; always there to catch her mistress and best friend. "Elle!" she cried. Elle looked sadly up at Willow "I would give up everything - all my worldly possessions - if only..." she trailed off. Once again, she closed her eyes; she thought of the only thing she had: Enerchi.

Ever since she was a small child, that one word, one magical word, seemed to change everything. She recalled how she and her siblings used their imaginations as their playthings. With no money, and barely enough to eat, it fell to Elle and her dear younger sister Chrono,to care for the five younger ones. Elle, with her curious and imaginative mind, created wonderful games and magical characters to keep the younger ones enthralled for hours, and to keep them from noticing the rumblings of their stomachs, as vacant and empty as the compassionless heart of the Baron. In these stories, Elle had made Enerchi come to life - a wise, fun loving, and generous snow queen from the North - and granted her the most powerful magic. When their stomachs would growl loudly, Elle and Chrono knew they would need some distraction for the young ones and just in time Enerchi would make her dazzling entrance. Elle would so eloquently spin tales of such grandeur, such detail and such suspense that the children would hang on every word. Whenever all was lost in this make believe world, whenever hope was gone and the children were whimpering no longer from hunger but from worry and concern, Elle or Chrono would say one word "Enerchi," and the little ones would sigh in relief. The last - and only - word Elle heard before she collapsed and fainted straight away, was her own voice calling "Enerchi"...

Elle understood she was safe but she felt numb. Muted voices that seemed very distant were calling out - but what were they saying? It was too hard to understand, she was floating into a darkness that gave comfort. Warmth seeped into her skin, many gentle hands were touching and lifting her, dim lights and shapes peered overhead. Soft rainbow colours flickered above as though she was embedded in a black opal filled with green, blue, pink and golden hues, confusing her but also oddly calming. Elle called again for Enerchi, her comforting presence would make things better and amidst the darkness, there were shards of sparkles, like diamonds, soaring thru her mind and capturing her imagination in their scintillating dance. Enerchi was here, just like she'd told the little ones all those years ago, the Snow Queen lived in a cold land filled with diamonds everywhere - laden with rings, bracelets, tiaras beyond their imagination, was how she'd described her.

Drifting away, Elle's imagination ran wild. Whose hands are these? Whose face is this? Where am I? What happened to my lover and my husband? Where are they now? It was too much. It was safer and more comforting to picture the hands and warmth she felt as Barrett's. He did come back for her and faught for her, as she'd always hoped he would. She would feel his kiss again, his lips on her alabaster skin one more time. His rough hands would caress her body and know the very core of her being. She would hold him again, softly touch his silky hair and stroke his sun bleached skin. She could see his rakish grin and twinkling eyes looking at her - laughing at her innocence yet knowing the woman inside craved him more than life itself. He'd call her "Loving", her given name, not the horrid "Elle" that the Baron had saddled her with, but her real name - the name that reflected who she was. She could see them now surrounded by people, faces that glowed with love and happiness for them as they stood proudly together, a couple for all to see. In her mind, she could pick out the faces of Willow, Chrono, Uppy, Starzin and Jereni - her siblings that went thru such hardships growing up but now, nothing but love and happiness embraced them all. In the distance, her dream brought the faces of Chris, Beau-wy, Sarah and Woofy into view - they were beaming with joy. Ah! I feel such contentment. Thank you, Enerchi for a magical dream - if only it were real, if I could rest my eyes on Barrett one more time, touch him, hold him in my arms. Tell him we shall never be parted again.

Loving, as she now called herself, tossed and turned and struggled to free herself from this darkness. "I must find Barrett", and with that single thought foremost in her mind, her eyes fluttered open. The velvety darkness lifted, amber shades from the setting sun entered the room where she had been place and a shadowy figure stood facing out, looking away from Loving.

"Who is out there? Who are you?", she called out but her voice trailed to silence as the figure slowly turned to face her, taking a step towards the bed, head down and hidden. Her heart stopped for a brief moment wondering who it was approaching her? Dare she dream that it could be Barrett himself in the flesh? Or would it be her husband, here to taunt and torture her for all eternity and gloat that he killer her paramour? Loving was betwixt and between thoughts as the man approached where she lay. Her breathing was frantic and she could hear his rasping too - jagged, short breaths mixed with murmurings. Were they sobs? Loving was in a panic, one more step and she would learn her fate.....

 

[minousbijoux]

Kidding! Really:

Must go on...

[Brief Intermission: LD, Jason, your future hangs in the balance here! Now is your chance to influence the author - I hear she likes bling - before your fate is out of your hands for eternity...]

 

[minousbijoux]

I know our audience is waiting with bated breath and a glowing warmth in their nether regions but I think we need to give the protagonists time to show up in case they are privy to information germane to out tale ...

 

[LD]

Nothing will part Jason and I.

Our love (bordering on lustful passion) is one that won't disappear despite Enerchi's wicked words (or my husband's disdain)!

Jeez Enerchi, my eyes are like cornflower blue sapphires NOT emeralds! I dunno, you've had me a ginger/green eyed woman with a heaving bust - I sound like a bad Bette Midler!

 

[minousbijoux]

Nothing will part Jason and I.

Our love (bordering on lustful passion) is one that won't disappear despite Enerchi's wicked words (or my husband's disdain)!

Jeez Enerchi, my eyes are like cornflower blue sapphires NOT emeralds! I dunno, you've had me a ginger/green eyed woman with a heaving bust - I sound like a bad Bette Midler!

LD, I'm disappointed in you! First off, you need to reread the story if you think Enerchi is wicked - she is the good conjurer and commanding spirit from the North - do not cross her!

Secondly, have you never heard of author's prerogative?!! Besides, how do you know that the Baron hasn't forced her to change her hair color? ...and maybe her eyes color shift...