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Kisses Burn

by J.G. Smyles

527 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0601; ISBN 1-4120-0232-X; US$38.50, C$43.95, EUR31.50, £22.00

Word is breath is made so. Magic, psychological disorders or supernatural phenomena? From the heart, intention drives, a thought to the mouth, manifesting and attaching with spirit, until you overcome.

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About the Book When something within the dormant fourth dimension stirs the temporal into a habit forming phobic complex and an attachment is made, time bends and no one thinks the same again. A supernatural tale to be taken with a pinch of salt? A psychological thriller? An adventure story? A true story or merely a novel fresh from a lively mind hindered for 33 years with severe dyslexia? It's your choice. KISSES BURN is the first part of a trilogy that takes you through the extraordinary, that it be accepted as the norm. A life adventure story, written as a time line of events, that brings two ordinary people together, where there seems to be no justice or reason, will shock, surprise and stall you, who leads a normal life into the stark realization, that you too are being influenced for one purpose. If you believe yourself to be apart from the horrors you read about in your daily newspapers, Kisses Burn will offend you, accuse you, shake you from your very foundations until your consciousness is renewed to the fragile level of truth only 1% of the top 5% of the world's population live with. As each chapter unfolds, the one dimensional world, of a temporal existence is lost and a subliminal realization of the truth of how the spirit interacts with ordinary people is revealed until your untapped unlimited hunger for this truth overtakes you and you are left begging to be emptied that you may be filled with more. An ironic theme, 'No longer permitting the obvious to remain hidden' is the only way that I am able to begin to describe what your relationship with Rhebekah will bring about. You may know Rhebekah, Tinah, Dr. Matthews, PC Carter, they may be members of your community, they may all be part of you, rolled into one, but be warned, you don't know them, never will, yet you may have a sexual fantasy about two out of three of them, during the course of your life fall in love with at least one of them, trust them implicitly, be let down by them, sob when one of them dies, wish the best for them and be prepared to curse them if they do you the slightest wrong.

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About the Author J.G. Smyles was born and lives in the Cotswolds, England. It is an area of outstanding natural beauty, tranquillity and adventure. One of her first memories were of unexplained supernatural phenomena, she was alone in her bedroom, when 'something' stroked her foot, from then onwards, she needed to understand what it was that she had experienced. Her need for an explanation spurred interest in science and technology. No satisfactory explanation was ever given and even though she had many more similar experiences, she let go of the desire to understand them. Maturity brought a more sound, less fearful approach to the world of the supernatural and over the years she has been hired to investigate many supernatural disturbances. She has found a common denominator that runs true through them all, that is one of fear On October 31st 1997 she was talking about a recent investigation when she experienced the most profound visitation and knew she had to write about it in such a way that even the most hardened sceptic would just have to take note. Kisses Burn, a life adventure story, that could so easily be a tale once told over the camp fire, is not a reflection of her life or anyone else's, yet all of what has been written in this book, really did happen. As J.G.Smyles continues in her search for the truth, the truth continues to set her free. The Future Her first novel, Kisses Burn, took five years to complete. It took three of those five years to conquer dyslexia. All she can say is, The harder you work, the easier it gets. She anticipates the second book in this series, A Jutting Jaw, a psychological thriller of the most powerfully disturbing nature, where the conviction of the perpetrator is not paramount, to be completed by the beginning of the academic year '03 when, at the age of 38 she will commence her studies in law that she may be able to fulfil a life long ambition. During the course of '04 she plans to release The Truth Revolution, the third book in this series, provides for the benefit of earth's inhabitants, a glimpse into heaven that we may be ready. The magazine, Spirit 24/7 available through the internet, exciteme.biz, will continue to run and the booklets, Money is an Entity, and, How to Please Her, will be released during the course of the summer/autumn of 2003. Her closing words of encouragement are simple, "No matter what you are told you are good for, remember to add at least a 100% again and know this to be achievable. No matter who tells you, 'you are no good for', know they are misinformed. Hunger recognises the source of its satisfaction - Your future is yours, it is time to reclaim it."

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Sample Excerpts

Kisses Burn - Introduction

Kisses Burn is a novel that will open your mind to the reality of the spirit realm. There is no hype, elaboration or embellishment, just a simple story to tell using plain English that will enlighten your senses to overload.

The story is based on two people, Rhebekah and Tinah, who are worlds apart yet forced, some may say, brought together.

You will quickly forget the temporal and begin to realise that the spiritual is impossible to ignore and will have you looking under the sofa, in the cupboard and around the door, yet your biggest enemy is your own thought life, that isn't even close to being under control.

Your only respite is that there is a force that you have authority over, looking after you, but only for a while to come.

Chapter 1 -

Sweat Pea and Peter marry Bored with giving pleasure, Peter's true personality kicked in. Like a wild cat that can only take so much petting, something cracked open in his mind and the night of terror for Sweet Pea began.

Kisses became forced and painful to receive.

His body was used to force her to stay still and his body weight caused for her to panic as she thought he might crush her.

She wanted to be a good wife, but as a wild animal would attempt to escape from a trap, her legs did a little flurry of a kick. Peter did not respond and so she said nothing. Even though a few tears sprung from her eyes, she did nothing further. She didn't want to complain and found herself biting her bottom lip. The pain induced from this act of self-control took her mind off of her husband's cruel hand.

No one had told her that this was going to happen, not even Gemma, whom she had known all of her life, why, she wondered, hadn't anyone told her?

She loved his touch and wanted to be touched but, at that moment, she would have preferred him to stop, so, when he pulled off of her, she breathed a sigh of relief, unfortunately for her, this was a big mistake.

What should have been the most divine experience became a living nightmare for her.

All night he bullied her, bruised her and abused her. He was relentless, totally unforgiving selfish to the core...

Chapter 2 -

Rita, Rhebekah's mother, is 'chased' by wasps

As Andrew peered underneath the pram, so Rita trained her gaze over the top of it where she saw, what looked like a moving cloud of dust. It undulated in a strange alive like way. She thought that she'd seen something like it before but wouldn't believe it, or at least, not until her son started to tug at her skirt and leg. She glanced down at him his face was contorted with fear.

After what seemed like an eternity, he said in no uncertain terms, Mummy, let s run.

What she wanted to say back was absolutely ridiculous, but somehow, It's only a cartoon, seemed most appropriate.

Andrew held onto the sides of the pram, his hair fluttered about his face as the pram hit a little stone, a dip in the pavement, a small branch from the Willow overhanging the stream. He knew his mum was doing a good job; she was running really fast.

What sounded like heavy drops of rain falling began to resound about the bus shelter. Rita didn't have time to popper down the waterproof covers, but managed to get them loosely arranged over her two children and the hood of the pram up and locked, when the first of the soldier wasps came to visit. With her body fully covering the pram and its cargo, she allowed the wasp and then wasps to bombard her own body. She knew it was no use to try and fend them off; she was more than prepared to be stung providing her children remained safe.

After a few stings, she began to cry silently, her eyes were shut tight, a few desperate words left her lips, Please don't let them get my children, they're so young, she prayed to no one.

The drone of bodies beating against the wooden frame of the bus shelter reached a crescendo. More wasps came to investigate; one got inside of the wool blanket and immediately began to search its way through the interlacing of stitching. Another rummaged through Rita's hair.

The sound subsided and then, as quickly as they had arrived, they were gone, and all was quiet. As Rita dared to look up, the wasp in her hair stung the back of her ear, it was too much and she screamed out. Then she felt something tickling her through her blouse. As quickly as she could, she unbuttoned it, whereby the little critter, plopped onto the pram. With a sweep of her hand she whisked it to the floor. Andrew popped his head up to see his mother stamping on one of many thousands, of a swarm of wasps.

Kill mummy. Kill it! he shouted and Rhebekah gave a little squeal.

Sniffing hard, exposed to her bra, Rita ripped back the covers that had served to protect her two children.

Chapter 2 -

Rhebekah's intrigue in the supernatural drives despair through her family

She enjoyed the thought that the fairies would be pleased with her and made the most of being in favour for once.

Nothing that had happened in the past could have prepared Rita for what was said next. . In a calm and controlled manner, Rhebekah announced, Mother. I have friends outside of this family. It's just that you choose, not, to recognise them. Rhebekah had replaced the frown on her face with a degrading, down-thenose stare, And what's more, she continued, there are some things that I cannot involve you with, as they are secret and you're too old, so you wouldn't understand and so sometimes it may appear, that I am being rude, when in actual fact, I, am following orders that have to be carried through. Now if you don't mind, I would prefer it if you released me of your grip and let me be that I may be able to get on with my duties.

As Rhebekah concentrated her gaze on her mother's hand gripping her own arm, Rita slowly released her hold on her daughter.

There were no tears this time just a new and deeper sense of despair that engulfed her heart and it missed several beats.

As she sat down in the lounge of her house she could hear that gentle rhyme, being hummed and sung. There was nothing like it stored in her memory banks. It had a curious effect on her. It created a soporific response that caused for her not to want to think. Some of the time she liked this new sensation, whilst at other times, she found it disconcerting and troublesome, almost as if it were too high pitched and it was getting inside of her head.

Chapter 2 -

Prayer warriors serve to protect Rhebekah

As the demonic power was released it made a sound like a lump of mud hitting the car. Mr Tyler stopped his adjustments, felt a shiver pass through him then started to drive away. Mrs Abbott praised God. All the time it took her to walk home, she prayed.

Chapter 3 -

A glimpse into the horrors that Tinah endures

One breath, out of bed, second breath, standing up, third breath, right leg forwards, fourth breath, left leg forwards, breath leg, breath leg, breath leg. Her arm extending to the handle of the bedroom door, ninth breath, the door opens, eleventh breath, left leg forwards, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, she turns her body to sit on the toilet seat, seventeenth breath and she is sat on the toilet.

Crash!! A cup is broken. This is not the normal pattern; there is no learned response. All she can manage is to remain perfectly still. For a moment she forgot how many breaths she had taken, how long she has left, if she dare continue and her bladder is emptied.

Twenty first breath, she is standing, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, twenty seventh breath, she has her bedroom door open again, twenty eight breath, she is in her bedroom, twenty ninth breath, her bedroom door is quietly closed.

Skin shimmering with sweat, she willed her bladder not to fill from the new fear she had just experienced. Breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, breath, leg, thirty fourth breath, she is sat on the edge of her bed again. The pain in her leg causes for her to pause, her ears prick up, thud, thud, thud, thud, he is running thud, thud, thud, thirty sixth breaths, she is lying on the bed, thud, thud, thud, thud, thirty seventh breath and the bed clothes are covering her, thud.

Tinah! Get your fat ass down those stairs, there's a mess in the kitchen that is for you to clean up!

Yes dad, was all she could manage as normal through her raised heartbeat.

As quickly and quietly as she could, she made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen where she guessed that a cup or two had been broken. The smell of her father had lingered on the stairs and intensified as she opened the door to the kitchen. The acrid odour of old, dirty, greasy hair, hair that had only ever seen the odd flash of running water and that had been titillated daily with the application of a gentleman's hair cream, filled her nasal passageways to bursting point.

Chapter 3 -

A supernatural encounter for Tinah and Maureen

When nothing happened, Tinah made a suggestion, Be more specific. Okay. Angel who moved the tea spoon, come and take part in our conversation. No sooner had Maureen finished this sentence and she felt a surge of energy travel from between her legs up inside her and end at the nape of her neck, she liked the sensation and produced a big grin.

What happened? Tinah asked.

It came inside me. Would you like that too? as she spoke, her head tilted and her eyes glinted. Tinah thought it odd but she didn't want to appear ungrateful, so she said she would. The instant she gave permission, she too felt something enter her, but for her it was not pleasant, for her it created an icy cold sensation in and through her heart.

The entity she would later learn to be a fortune telling demon, took root in the most sensitive part of her body and 'played' with the spiritual links of this life-giving organ, causing terrible pain until she learned how to listen and respond to its evil ways.

What was it like for you? Maureen enquired.

Oh, it was okay I guess. Does yours make you happy?

Yeah, it makes me feel excited. Sleep well. I'm going to take the old man for a ride tonight. I'll tell you all about it in the morning. and as she left her sister-in-laws bedroom, a twisted thought of three in a bed spurred her along to her own bedroom, where she thought she would share her sexually immoral fantasies with her husband.

As Tinah drifted to sleep, the teaspoon made a final come back and flicked tepid to cold chocolate drink onto her face. She didn't move, she felt wary about asking for more and that night her dreams were full of trouble and strife.

Chapter 3 -

As an adult nothing changes for Tinah who experiences more violence

The only reason that she attacked her husband first was that their bedroom was nearer to the kitchen than Tinah's. Upon entering, she made clear strides towards her husband, who saw everything but the knife going into his shoulder. When Maureen withdrew the blade from his body, he collapsed. The last thing he remembered was the glint of the blade over his face, he simply hadn't reckoned on her being so brutal toward someone he knew, she loved.

Once she had finished with her husband, she made for Tinah's room. Some blood dripped onto the floor in the corridor, a little more splashed onto her clothes. As she made eye contact with Tinah, she growled again. When this low moaning sound had come to an end, she smiled and made her way towards her victim.

Because of how upset Tinah was, she had not attempted to get out of bed and she remembered that she had wanted to die a long time ago. Knowing how much Maureen loved her brother only added to the pain of him raping her. In some ways, she had wanted for her to, 'catch them in the act' in others, she had wanted to endure so as to protect Maureen, now she was confused.

Maureen was as close to her as she could be without actually touching her when she revealed the knife from behind her back. Her face changed from the monstrous contorted state, to one of content and pleasure. As she inhaled through her teeth and exhaled through her nose, mucus fell onto the bedclothes and the knife, with the serrated edge and already drying blood over its blade and handle, she plunged deep into Tinah's side.

Without mercy, she removed it, raised her arm high into the air and began to descend it towards Tinah's flesh for the second time when a little voice asked her what she was doing. The voice of her youngest child caused for her to stop abruptly. As her facial expression altered to one that was acceptable to ones infant, she gently laid the weapon down bedside her groaning, defenceless in-law.

Nothing my darling, come along now, let's get you dressed and ready for the day ahead. She spoke to her sweat and innocent daughter in sensible, soft and reassuring tones. Tinah twitched and then fell unconscious. Blood oozed out of her body and soaked the sheets. Sheets that Maureen insisted she lay in for a month as she started to, little by little, destroy what should have been a beautiful woman.

Chapter 4 -

A conversation between Rhebekah and Sonia

The g-string is well elasticised and I fire it off into the audience.

She is glowing with the effort of dancing her body is shimmering beneath the artificial lights. Giving a quick glance at all of the money on the floor, I make eye contact with Beast, who immediately starts to gather it up, but not before passing me my coat, which I elegantly drape over my shoulders and allow my arms to slip into the sleeves.

The men are going wild with applause; they have really enjoyed themselves.

Without fear or hesitation, I offer my hand to be kissed by those who were closest to me, but only because they were standing in the way of the exit. I wouldn't want to try and have to force my way through them. I permit them a one last chance to touch me.

Just a moment, one of the men is shouting something, I'll see if I can get the microphone over to where he is. 'Do you want your undies back darlin'? Lucy has paused, is turning on her heal, there is silence as all wait for her response, if she cuts this man down in flames, he'll never live it down.

'No, you can keep them as a souvenir honey.' I reply in the general direction of the question but only because I saw him tip me well during my performance. Shooting Beast a quick look, we move unhindered to the exit, walk to the car and drive the short distance home.

Both women fell silent. Sonia bit into her carrot creating a great crackling noise down the 'phone line and into Rhebekah's ear, whose nostrils were flared and was perspiring quite heavily, there was only one thing to say, I love you darling. oozed Sonia's muffled tones.

I love you too.

They were both in agreement, no more words were necessary; she was made to do this and both simultaneously replaced their respective handsets.

Flopping back into the chair, Rhebekah was ready for bed. Her last thoughts of the day were that she would dream about the routine, it would give her the opportunity to iron out any areas that didn't seem to run quite as they should. She fell asleep with a deep satisfied smile on her face, it had been a very long time since she'd had such intense fun and decided that, with what she earned in tips, she'd make a visit to America and explore life a little there too.

As time bent, her aura was dramatically transformed, spirits of all intent paid a visit and as her archangel Tarrakhiienah made its presence and gave its orders to Silgol, the atmosphere changed Maw cam don te goonay..............Diato conjsham diato. Dimotto coriatu Tarrakhiienah? ...................Moorqua. Tarrakhiienah knew only too well that the prayer wall set about its charge was fast breaking down. But Tarrakhiienah knew the Master and also knew as archangel and one of the most trusted, orders had not changed.

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