It is a complicated thing being a man determined to stand his ground for his family and friends. So much is expected...so little is given in return.

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Morning....up and early relaxing...

Excerpt, from my upcoming book series God's of Halphindor

  A cool breeze from the northwest reminds the tired old king of a home and society lost but not forgotten. He pulls his robe closer about his chiseled but slender frame, as he entertains the thoughts of conquest and bloodlust from the days of old. Riding as a young and stout prince along his father’s side, the Bodin race conquered all those races not fit to rule in a world where only the strongest survived.

            One race in particular, the old wise king kept a hard and stern hand on at all times, the Dobrogans must be hunted down and slaughtered, before he can find an heir to the throne.
            His throne.
            How many more years of this can the king take he wonders. All is well in his land that sweeps wide across the expanse. The old king smiles wickedly as he brushes his nerves aside, he has not ruled this long by chance. He assures himself that all will be well, as it has been for so long. From behind he hears the shuffle of soft feet and the giggles of sweet voices.
            “Are you coming to bed my king?” One asks.
            “Yes my lord, will you not come to bed or must we please ourselves?” Ask another.
            “That would not be wise.” The king stated with a devilish grin. He turns to admire the firm bodies that stand fully unclothed before him.
            Both lean seductively against the doors that lead out to the balcony.
            “Come to bed my king.” They purred.
            The king drops his robe where he stands letting his party of two admire that, that each in turn wanted. With a sigh of shrewdness the king entered his bed chamber taking a wench in each hand, cupping their breast firmly as they crossed the enormous chamber to the bed.

My daughter

I sit down to write this evening and my daughter asks me, daddy can i write
I say to her, baby what are you gonna write?
She says...oh this and that!...Lol God, I love her!

At home for the next day...can catch up on some time spent writing...with a few beers...

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Coming soon...Gods of Halphindor Book I
Deemed...revised (a look into the life of Ciscorian Reece) due out Spring of 2013
Also coming soon "Unrecognizable Actions" A must read..due out 2013!!!
Check Out my book Story of the Untold King on Amazon.com
And my very fisrt book Closet Clove...written when I was sixteen...co-authored by my father Terry Reece

The essence of a real man!

Coming soon I will be taking questions and giving heart felt answers to those of you that think they know a mans heart...Lol yes this is for you ladies so feel free to drop a question and i will do my best to answer it openly and honestly.


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