Asa
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Jasleena "Leena" Kelly
Writer
Mysteries-Erotic Romance-Paranormal Romance
Artist
Paint-Drawing-Photography
Writing led to art art led to writing. One always led to the other. The image dominating her mind or the words dominating her soul. Little did she know that accepting an invitation to a very unique little town with centuries of literary and artistic history would create the reality for the most dominant boom series she had ever written and give her the reality of the passion love loyalty lust hunger and lovers she had only ever written about
Jasleena "Leena" Kelly
Writer
Mysteries-Erotic Romance-Paranormal Romance
Artist
Paint-Drawing-Photography
Writing led to art art led to writing. One always led to the other. The image dominating her mind or the words dominating her soul. Little did she know that accepting an invitation to a very unique little town with centuries of literary and artistic history would create the reality for the most dominant boom series she had ever written and give her the reality of the passion love loyalty lust hunger and lovers she had only ever written about
Two failed marriages... Men she had let herself believe were some form of Mr. Right. They were safe... Artistic in their own minimal way but in time that puny little safe "fire" died and she magically had ended up "too difficult" for their self absorbed little lives. And in all honesty they had simply in time bored her. Was she really so strange and wild of a soul wanting the adventure passion and fire she wrote about. She had seen the touches of herself in the leading ladies of her books and what she wanted maybe deep down in the men in her life arms and bed... Or even at her feet.
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Aleksei stood before those of the town gathered in the tavern.
Tomorrow... The writers arrive... All types... Most will not know of the many secrets in our town. Share the history but not about the many unique races residing here. And for those who know the old legend of the witch of ink... She lives... We have found her and she will be arriving tomorrow. At last we have found the lost power it has been returned to the world.
Leena sat back on the plane thinking over her life she was a witch even though her mother wanted to hide that fact from her. It was hard to hide it after she wrote a paper for creative writing class in school about campfires and one appeared in her room. Then her mind drifted over her failed marriages but she dismissed thoughts of those two idiots quickly as the plane landed in Romania. Next leg of the trip was a 6hour train ride into the heart of the remote area where this little town was situated.