Hell House Burlesque HORROR FLASHBACK

I'm very happy for Halloween to come soon. I love the Autumn weather that's starting to happen more. I've decided on here to post images from past and present photo shoots that relate to Halloween and horror and dark. The shoot is called from "Hell House Burlesque," Photos shot by my girl and wonderful friend, Jazzie Scarecrobot!

Eternal Crimson

Tears of blood have rained over New Orleans in anticipation for the second book of the Tears of Crimson Vampire Series. The book is now available on Amazon with the print version set to release on Valentine's Day 2012. With Eternal Crimson, we discover the world of Singe Tsigan and many new supernatural beings that are just waiting to compel your dreams. This is not your average vampire book and it's waiting for the not-so-average vampire reader. When you step through these doors, be prepared to have everything you believe challenged!


To Michelle's loyal supporter and friends,

Enjoy the first book in this serious in the original format while you can. A Night at Tears of Crimson will be undergoing a revision this year and the first book will go out of print. For those fans of the original, hold on to your copy. It's been a great ride and it's only getting better. The endless nights are calling, are you ready for the journey of your life?

Tears of Crimson would like to thank all the wonderful people that have been instrumental in keeping the momentum going. We'll be sharing more about them in blog posts to come. 2012 looks to be an exciting year and we have so much more in store for our readers. Thank you for being so supportive!



Thanks for surrendering to the Night at Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans vampire bar!

--Michelle Hughes

I'm enjoying Michelle's work so much and love her talent. I can't wait to keep reading and writing all about Michelle's writing. Thank you darling for keeping up the good work and being a fabulous person.

Eternal Crimson cut Preface, what you missed

Here's an excerpt of all the stuff you didn't see in the final edit of "Tears of Crimson," by Michelle Hughes. It's very enjoyable and if you haven't already, make sure you pick up your copy of it either on paperback or now on kindle.
Also stay tuned and get ready for Michelle Hughes' second book of the Tears of Crimson series, "Eternal Crimson."

From Michelle's lips of her Preface:


Tears of Crimson Vampire Nightclub

Eternal Crimson cut Preface
Posted: 06 Feb 2012 08:02 PM PST
What didn't make it into the book? I'm glad you asked, because I thought I'd share it with you here today. This actually gives some great insight into the creation of Singe Tsigan, but it wasn't the way to start off a romance book. I hope you enjoy this hidden gem. It was hard to make this decision, but in the end it made sense. A quick note: This has not been professionally edited because it didn't make the cut.






The Dragon shifted his form and walked among men as one of their own. The stench of the human flesh he embedded himself in was fowl and he forced himself not to shed the covering revealing the beast that lay dormant within. Patiently he waited to unleash his wrath upon the earth. Since the descent from the heavens his anger raged against this group of life-form that his father called man. The Holy One sullied his greatness and power to give these heathen creatures a taste of the paradise they deserved not to know.

A war in heaven had started over these insignificant wastes of his fathers talents. The mighty, the Holy One’s own children, had been shunned from the throne for refusing to pay homage to his new pets. His beauty, which had been reveled by all the powers in the heavens, was stripped from the Dragon and he was cast into the deep pits of darkness. The bitterness had seeped into his soul and Singe Tsigan, the world he now claimed, filled with fires of despair for thousands of years as his hatred for all that was taken from him coursed through his being. As his anger had diminished so had the fires cooled turning to hardened earth.

During the next thousand years he created the world he was to inhabit with a mixture of the things he had once found lovely in his fathers creation. Since his sight was altered during his years of darkness, only the colors of white, black and crimson could be perceived. He loved to stand under the moons, in all his glory to be exalted by its perfect light. Sunlight lit this world not, only seven perfect moons. A large singular white orb, surrounded by six smaller crimson spheres. The only source of heat was the anger that coursed through his being. Before his exile, he had been called the morning star, his light shining so brightly most could not behold it.

From the beginning of his exile he was determined to defy his father and prove that his quest in giving immortality to the human creations was a faulty misconception. Their souls were tainted and they could not achieve greatness by a short walk of time in a deteriorating shell. His father believed that sending them to the earth would cleanse their minds of the devious plans they seemed to conjure up at whim. It was a foolish quest that was beneath his superiority to the Dragons' mind. His father had granted him free reign on earth to tempt his creations into proving their evilness. The Dragon knew it pained his father to watch his children give over to the temptations of the flesh and it only gave his hatred of the human race more ammunition.

Had they the ability to refrain from the pleasures of fornication, murder, and corruption perhaps he would have given over to his fathers will. The creatures had no remorse for the most part and continued to ravage the earth and each other with the simplest of suggestions from the Dragons minions proving they were indeed a useless, weak species. His father had pulled his pain inward and allowed havoc to reign free on earth. The Dragon created every immoral scenario that seemed to bring the creatures pleasure allowing them to damn themselves before the most Holy.

The creation of his supernatural creatures had been one of his most intellectual movements. Taking all that was human, possessing them with demons and giving them immortality more than proved his argument with irrefutable proof that these pets of his fathers could not be allowed into the heavenly realm. Better that they perish on earth than taint the pure perfection that surrounded the higher realms. The vampires had become his favorite supernatural pets and he stocked Singe Tsigan with humans, after much trial and error, for their nourishment. Even with his extraordinary powers most of the humans had not survived the trip to his world.

The few that had lived he treated as breeders and it was this plan that led to the abundance of the population here. These humans were little more than sustenance for his creations and this gave the Dragon great pleasure.
He hoped his example would soon show his father exactly how insignificant his pets were and the exile would come to an end. Many alterations had occurred on Singe Tsigan, for the humans needed fresh air and a temperature that could sustain their race. These humans remained paler than their brothers on earth as even his bright light could not fully compare to the power of the sun. They had taught themselves to harvest from the land to fill their bodily needs. He studied them with the interest of a Master but never found any true compassion for them unless he allowed them to be turned into one of his creatures when their will to live had ceased to matter.

The immortals he created could never be gifted death even if by chance their bodies were destroyed. These souls he simply reincarnated at whim so the cycle of their lives began again in human form but they would always find their vampire mate to turn them in the end. It was a ritual the Dragon kept concealed unless a love was strong enough to forge through the bonds of time and be found again.

--Michelle Hughes

THE BODY Pt. 1

New story by horror writer Xander Grim. I always enjoy reading and posting his work especially when he puts me as a character in the story. Here's his new story. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did reading it.


The Body, pt.1

By Xander Grimm

The two lovers lay naked together in their bed, their legs intertwined, bodies glistening with sweat. A soft chuckle escaped Michelle Masters’ lips as the events of the past few months slowly crept back into her brain. Six months ago, she had been just another normal everyday African-American babe. And then he came; a silent shadow in the middle of the night, a brief, sharp pain, and her whole world was changed. She wasn’t bitter about the whole affair, far from it. Sure, sometimes she pondered about the reasoning behind his decision to convert her, but her feelings were not ones of animosity. After all, without his “intervention”, she may have never had her mind opened to the world of experiences currently ahead of her. A world that her vampiric lover Ruby was more than happy to acquaint her with.

As if she could read Michelle’s thoughts, Ruby’s head picked itself up from its resting spot about Michelle’s right breast, a small smile breaking across her lips.

“You were amazing tonight, my love”, she cooed softly,

Michelle chuckled again, and leaned down to kiss her partner on the forehead. “You weren’t so bad yourself, darling”, she said with a sly grin. A soft sigh whispered out from between her teeth as she gazed down into the face of her beloved. “Ruby?”, she asked softly.

Ruby’s eyes gazed up into Michelle’s. “Hmmm?”

Michelle sighed again. “Have you ever wondered about the intentions behind your conversion?”

Ruby frowned and shook her head. “I’m afraid not, my love. I inherited my vampirism from my mother, rather than gaining it from a bite. Sure, there was some slight unpleasantness when I hit puberty and all of a sudden I was craving blood and leaking it at the same time, but that eventually passed. Why do you ask?”

Michelle shrugged. “No reason, I guess.”

Ruby propped herself up on her elbow and stared at Michelle, her eyes sharp with concern. “You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you? Your sire?”

Michelle glanced down at her naked breasts, her voice squeaky from being found out. “Maybe a little bit…”

It was Ruby’s turn to sigh. “Darling, I thought you had gotten over this.”

Michelle pouted. “I have, for the most part. It’s just that I can’t help it sometimes. I don’t feel violated or anything like that anymore, I just want to know why. I want to know what he was thinking when he decided to turn me…”

Ruby sighed again. “If it truly means that much to you, I can talk to this guy I know. He’s a friend of the family’s from back before my grandparents moved over here from overseas. He owns a surplus store a few towns over and tends to hear a lot of gossip from both his human and non-human customers. If anyone is gonna have information on who your mystery man might be, it’s him. We’ll go talk to him later this week and see what he knows.”

Michelle smiled and leaned down to gently kiss Ruby on the lips. “Thank you, my sweet.”

Ruby smiled and lowered her head to Michelle’s breast, gently pressing her lips to her lover’s pert nipple. “No problem, my love. Now, let’s take your mind off all of this silly man talk.”

A soft moan erupted form Michelle’s lips as Ruby’s teeth closed around her nipple, her soft fingers moving down between Michelle’s legs. Soon, Michelle’s moans grew louder as they were joined by Ruby’s, and the walls of their apartment continued to echo with the sounds of their harmonious love making well into the early morning.