Forget Me Nots, Men In Black Video & His

Hello,

This is your nightly visit to the strange! :)  I have the next part of Forget Me Nots, a new Men In Black video and a note on one of my erotic romance novels, His.

I have had trouble uploading my Men of Black videos tonight so I only have one for you.  This one shows one of them reflected in the mirror in my bedroom standing behind me guarding.  It is quite a nice feeling.  But why do I need so much security? :) There are also a lot of orbs and what looks like specks of light flying around.

I will have the others loaded for you tomorrow.  REMEMBER to keep watching because the images become clearer!

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Just a quick note to let you know about my erotic romance His written under my pen name Arabella Kingsley.  As a self published novel in 2015 this book removed Fifty Shades of Grey from the No.1 spot in Romantic Erotica in Amazon for just under a week and was a very successful novel for me.  it has been contracted for publication by Totally Bound Publishing, a UK company and will be re-released in May.  Check out the new cover art!

If you want to know more about my erotic romance novels please check out my Arabella Kingsley Blog.

Forget Me Nots Excerpt

“Well it’s safe to say Sarah and Nathan grew very close and when she became older their relationship intensified.’

Clarissa put the china cup to her lips once more and sipped the hot tea as she listened to Brandon.  She hadn’t felt this safe and composed for such a long time.  Her mind drifted on his words and she found her mind easily envisioning the idyllic scene just as she had done with the Medium in town.

The image grew stronger and she had the strange sensation of stepping in to the picture and observing from a distance. 

“She records the first time they both realised they were in love with each other,” Brandon continued.  “She was hanging out washing in a black dress.  The family were all in mourning for the death of Nathan’s father.  He and his brothers and mother were on the verandah of the farmhouse at the back talking and planning how to best gather the harvest without the direction of their father.  The meeting finished and the mother some of the brothers departed leaving Nathan and a couple of his brothers larking around.  Sarah looked over . . .”

Brandon’s voice drifted away.  Clarissa stood in the image watching the scene for herself as though it were a strong vivid memory.  She could even feel the hot sun beating down on her as she watched Sarah hang the washing on the line and hear the quack of the ducks around her feet getting in the way down to the annoying cluck of the hens in the yard.  The talking of the boys was muted until a red haired boy called out to her.

“Sarah, you will be able to take that wretched black dress off tomorrow night.  We are all going to a party.  Mourning is over, Mama has said.  You’ll be able to see James Hendrick,” he said winking at the others.  “I don’t think it will be long before he proposes to you.  He is besotted with you.”

Sarah turned and frowned with impatience but Clarissa was more intrigued by the frown on Nathan’s face.  The boy grinned and laughed at him enjoying teasing him.

“I will not be going to see James Hendrick,” Sarah told them fiercely.  “I want nothing to do with marrying,” she retorted hanging up another piece of washing.

“All girls want to get married, Sarah,” he teased.  “James Hendrick’s father is the richest man around these parts . . .”

“She doesn’t want him,” Nathan shouted so Sarah could hear.  “She can do much better than him.  Can’t you, Sarah?”

He turned to face Sarah as he spoke.  Clarissa held her breath, a strong feeling of recognition washing over her.  He was a handsome dark haired youth of around twenty, twenty-one in a bowler hat, white striped cotton shirt with braces and mud stained light brown trousers.  His blue eyes twinkled at her with mischief as she turned to glare up at him annoyed with the teasing whilst in the middle of hanging up a wet shirt.  But the minute she looked at him the devilishing taunt in his eyes disappeared.  Something much stronger took its place. 

Sarah stared up at him, the annoyance fading from her face as she took in the change of his expression and the loving need for her in his eyes.  Clarissa turned her head hearing Brandon’s voice drift along the breeze.  He sounded gently amused. 

“She described it as being like she had been hit by cupid’s arrow straight in the centre of her heart and Nathan was laying claim to her.”

“Can’t you?” Nathan repeated drawing Clarissa’s attention to the scene once more.

Clarissa turned back to Sarah.  Her pinched features had softened and her eyes were moist.  The love in her own was now as stark.

“Yes I can,” she answered breathlessly.

Nathan’s brothers shook their heads and laughed at them.  A grin returning to his face, Nathan jumped up on to the balustrade of the verandah and down in to the yard scattering the ducks and chickens everywhere.  He quickly walked towards her and planted a quick kiss on her lips making her jump.

“Nathan Elliott, do not take such liberties with me,” she chastised backing away.

He laughed and hurried away to join his brothers making their way down to the fields.

“I claim the first dance with you tomorrow,” he shouted after her.

Clarissa watched the vision in front of her fade as though it were on a television screen.  Left in darkness for a moment she heard laughter and violin music in the distance.  Feeling suffocated by the darkness she walked quickly towards the sound and out of the woods.  A large fire in the distance suddenly came in to view as she stepped in to a large flattened field housing a barn.  People were laughing, drinking and dancing near the fire that wasn’t far from the building under the stars and bright full moon.  Clarissa ventured closer.  The vision was so real she wondered if somehow she might be seen but no one looked upon her.

Sarah was square dancing with Nathan in a large group.  They looked so happy and in love.  Everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves apart from one person.  Clarissa shivered when she set her eyes upon James Hendrick standing away from the group like a loner drinking a bottle of whiskey.  Three quarters of the bottle were already gone.  He was staring at Sarah, watching her every move with interest.  Every now and again he narrowed his eyes at Nathan and took another swig of whiskey.

Clarissa folded her arms around her trembling body and took a step back in to the shadows.  A girl went up to James laughing.

“Come and dance with me, James.  Why are you here all alone?” she giggled.  “Still pining for what you can’t have?  Why waste your time on Sarah Elliott?  You know she and Nathan are in love.”

Hendrick’s reaction to her words was swift and violent.  He grabbed hold of her face in a tight grip painfully squashing her pretty features and pulled her towards him.  She whimpered.

“I can do what the hell I like.  For now you will have to do.”

Hendrick tossed the unfinished bottle of whiskey to the ground and covered her mouth with his hand before dragging the young girl off in to the woods and the darkness.  Clarissa began to shake.  Something inside her made her scream out to the people at the fire begging them to help the girl.  But no one was listening.  Clarissa followed them desperately trying to find some way to stop him raping the girl.

Hendrick threw the girl down on to the grassy floor and was quickly on top of her, struggling to undo his trousers and pull up her dress.  The girl begged and cried doing her best to get out from underneath him.

“Stop your struggling,” Hendrick bellowed pausing to strike her hard across the face.  It achieved the desired result.  She became dazed, barely conscious and her struggles ceased making it easy to rape her.

Clarissa sobbed and screamed for help once more reaching out for something to hit him with.  But her hands had no substance to hold anything.  There was a rustle in the undergrowth and a woman appeared.  Sarah.

She was carrying a rifle.  Quickly she aimed it at the back of James Hendrick’s head and cocked the safety off.

“Get off Mary now,” she shouted.  “Or so help me, James Hendrick I will kill you where you lie and take pleasure in swinging for it.”

Clarissa stared at Sarah with admiration, her tears momentarily drying.

Hendrick laughed and slowly raised himself from Mary putting his cock back inside his trousers.  Sarah watched him closely keeping the end of the rifle trained on him.  He turned and stood in front of her fixing his attire.

“You would never hurt me.  I mean too much to you.”

“You mean nothing to me, James.  It is about time you started to pay for your behaviour.”

Mary stirred, groaning in pain, distracting Sarah’s attention.  Hendrick seized his opportunity and taking hold of the rifle knocked it away and used all of his strength to wrestle it from Sarah.  He grabbed hold of her throat and pushed her back against a tree.  Clarissa began to shake again as he started to choke her.  Sarah’s nails scratched at his hands.

“Now I’ve got you where I want you, you are going to learn you belong to me and not Nathan Elliott.”

Clarissa screamed at him to let Sarah go, her hands falling through his arm as though they were transparent.  Every action she took to help was futile.  She was lost in the vision forgetting she was standing apart from it and not of the scene.  Hendrick pulled at the bodice on Sarah’s blue dress with one hand until it ripped.  Sarah desperately reached for her breath but any moment Clarissa knew she was going to lose consciousness.  There was movement behind Hendrick.

A man reached for him and yanked him backwards hard forcing him to let go of Sarah’s throat.  Nathan.  Sarah sank to the ground holding her bruised throat, gasping for air.  Nathan spun Hendrick around before he could react in his drunken stupor and landed him a quick punch that sent him flying backwards against a tree.  His head banged sharply against the bark.  He slid to the ground next to Mary as Nathan rushed to Sarah’s side.  His fingers stroked the side of her face while he placed his free cool hand on her delicate throat that still bore the imprint of Hendrick’s hand.  Clarissa watched Nathan’s eyes travel downwards to the large rip in the bodice of Sarah’s dress and fill with rage.  But James was on his feet again and pulling him away from Sarah.

“James, please stop,” Sarah pleaded as she struggled to her feet. In an effort to part the fighting men.

Nathan reached out his hand and pushed her away out of danger just after he narrowly missed a punch to his jaw by Hendrick.

“You couldn’t keep your dirty hands off her, could you?” Nathan shouted at him punching him in the stomach.

Clarissa turned hearing shouts.  A group of men from the party rushed over and succeeding in parting the two men.  Sarah rushed to Mary’s aid and helped her sit up in her arms.

“What the hell is going on here?” an older man asked.

Both men were still being held.  Nathan shook off their hold and James followed suit.  He pointed at James.

“He tried to rape Sarah and Mary.”

The group turned to look at Hendrick in disbelief but he was already running off in to the woods away from them.

Brandon’s voice was carried along the night breeze again and the vision before her began to blur.

“Sarah wrote that he didn’t come back until his father died a year and a half later.  He came back to claim his inheritance and Sarah when Nathan was not there to protect her.”

Clarissa felt her eyes blink as she lost contact with the vision and her body slumped in a faint on to the grass.