Mistress of Redemption (34 page)
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Authors: Joey W. Hill
Each declaration in her mind was
punctuated by his next kiss as he
worked his way up the bone that
helped guard her heart. But she didn’t
need anything to guard her heart
anymore.
This quiet moment held all the
answers. He had her. She had him.
Happiness was as simple as this. As
she opened herself further to him, his
arms tightened around her.
She let herself be absorbed by him,
her slave. The man who called her
Mistress.
The man who had her heart because
he believed in what lay behind
redemption, forgiveness, karma,
Eden… What was worth every
torment. He’d helped her believe in it
again as well, giving her the strength
to follow him out of Hell and link her
destiny to life again. To him.
Love and faith. Inseparable, because
they were One.
Just like soul mates.
The End
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About the Author
I’ve always had an aversion to
reading, watching or hearing
interviews of favorite actors, authors,
or musicians because so often you
find that the real person does not
measure up to the beauty of the art
they produce. You find their politics
or religion distasteful, or you find
they’re shallow and self-absorbed, or
a vacuous mophead without a lick of
sense. And from then on, though you
still may appreciate their craft or art,
it has somehow been tarnished.
Therefore, whenever I’m asked to
provide personal information about
myself for readers, a ball of anxiety
forms in my stomach as I think,
“Okay, the next couple of paragraphs
can change forever the way someone
views my stories.” Why on earth
does a reader want to know about
me? It’s the story that’s important.
So here it is. I’ve been given more
blessings in my life than any one
person has a right to have. Despite
that, I’m a Type A, borderline
obsessive-compulsive paranoiac
who worries that I will never live up
to expectations. I’ve got more
phobias than anyone (including
myself) has patience to read about. I
can’t stand talking on the phone, I
dread social commitments, and the
idea of living in monastic solitude
with my husband, a few animals,
books and writing is as close an idea
to paradise as I can imagine. I love
chocolate, but with that deeply
ingrained, irrational female belief
that weight equals worth, I manage to
keep it down to a minor addiction. I
adore good movies. I’m told I work
too much. Every day is spent trying to
get through the never ending “to do”
list to snatch a few minutes to write.
This is because, despite all these
mediocre and typical qualities, for
some miraculous reason, these
wonderful characters well up out of
my soul with stories to tell. When I
manage to find enough time to write,
sufficient enough that the precious
“stillness” required rises up and
calms all the competing voices in my
head, I can step into their lives, hear
what these characters are saying,
what they’re feeling, and put it down
on paper. It’s a magic beyond
description, akin to truly believing
that my husband loves me, winning
the trust of an animal who has known
only fear or apathy, making a true
connection with someone else, or
knowing for certain that I’ve given a
reader a moment of magic through
those written words. It’s a magic that
reassures me that there is Someone,
far wiser than myself, who knows the
permanent path to that garden of
stillness, where there is only love,
acceptance and a pen waiting for
hours and hours of uninterrupted,
blissful use.
If only I could finish that darned “to
do” list.
Joey welcomes comments from
readers. You can find her website
and email address on her author bio
page at www.ellorascave.com.
Also by Joey W. Hill
Behind the Mask
anthology
Enchained
anthology
Holding The Cards
Ice Queen
If Wishes Were Horses
Make Her Dreams Come True
Mirror of My Soul
Natural Law
Snow Angel
Threads of Faith
Virtual Reality
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