Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Wrong Side of the Rift by Libby Heil



Title: Wrong Side of the Rift
Author: Libby Heil
Genre: YA Fantasy


Grape can’t unlearn what living in Sortilege Falls has taught her. Magic is real. Vampires live among us. And there’s a portal in her back yard that leads to another world.

A few weeks ago, Grape lived a quiet life with her family in Watts Landing. Now, she’s stuck in Sortilege Falls, searching for a way to rescue her brother from the other side of the rift. She’s connected to Brad through dreams and what she sees terrifies her. Brad is being tortured into performing magic and, even worse, he’s being forced to torture others.

Grape hounds the magic folk in town, seeking a way through the rift. Her mother’s memory’s been stolen. Her new vampire friend refuses to help. Grape must do it all alone. What she uncovers is a whole host of secrets about the town and her own family. And she’s not the only one hunting for answers.

Time is running out for Brad, but it might be running out for Grape as well.



Excerpt:

Grape is growing frustrated in her search to find her brother. None of the magical creatures living in Sortilege Falls will help her. Though normally averse to exercise, Grape decides to go for a run to clear her head, and she thinks she spots an old friend/enemy.

Grape rounded the corner and jogged onto her block. Nearly home. Good. Three miles was way farther than she'd intended to run though her legs still felt good and she hadn't gotten too sweaty yet. She hadn't jogged since she'd tried out for a part in Aliens, a student production in Watts Landing. She'd gone for the Sigourney Weaver role but hadn't been cast. It was the only production she'd been left out of in her home town. She hadn't really wanted to run now, but she'd been too antsy after school to just sit in her room. She'd thought about hiking through the woods but she knew she'd just end up by the tree, wishing for Brad to be back.

Her house grew larger as she jogged closer. Good. She wanted a shower and maybe six plates of dinner. Grape compelled her legs to go faster. "Move it!" she commanded and sped up. Her mind flashed to running toward the portal in the woods, surrounded by gnomes. They were leading her to the tree, to the rift, and to Brad. But she'd been seconds too late, only able to jump half way through the portal before the cat man caught her and pulled her back to Sortilege Falls. If it hadn't been for Liam, she'd be dead for sure. The cat man had found the idea of tearing her to shreds quite pleasurable.

Grape broke into a sprint. Thoughts of having to maybe outrun that furry bastard one day pushed her to the breaking point. Her ribs ached and a stitch ran through her side but still she pushed. What if she had to outrun him when she first landed in the Magic Lands? Maybe he would be standing guard on the other side of the rift? Her ribs burned but she didn't stop. She was almost there.

Something small and red caught her eye. Grape glanced at her neighbor's lawn and spotted a gnome sitting at the base of the mailbox.

"Auuuuuuugh!" she screamed as she leapt for the gnome. Clutching him in her arms, she tumbled through the thick grass. She rolled to a halt on her neighbor's driveway, clumps of dirt and grass sticking to her sweaty legs.

"Take me to Brad!" she screamed at the gnome. She held him up to her face so she could look him in the eye. "Take me to…" her voice fell as she took in the painted beard and the unmoving eyes and cap. The gnome was a statue. An inanimate statue. Grape sat up, the gnome resting on her lap. Dammit.



Author Bio:

I was born during a blizzard. I’m told it was pretty cool but I have no memory of that time. I grew up in two tiny towns in Virginia and spent most of my twenties moving around the US. I’ve lived in Virginia, Florida, Missouri, and Washington. I’ve settled down, for now, in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I’m a writer and improviser. I studied acting in college but spent more time rewriting lines than memorizing them. My first play, Fourth Wall, was produced my junior year. Since then, I’ve written several full length plays, one acts and screenplays. I started writing fiction in my late twenties. Now, I focus mainly on novels but still dabble in theater.

Fun facts about me: There are none. I’m sorry to disappoint you so soon. But, I do love to read, write, and run. My hubby is my favorite person on earth. Dogs are my second favorite. All dogs. I love orange juice, especially when it’s mixed with club soda. Carbonation is better than alcohol. Jaws is my favorite movie. Everything I’ve said so far is true.

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Awards:

Puschcart Prize Nomination for “Grow Your Own Dad” – Published by Mixer Publishing
Semi-finalist Eugene O'Neill Playwrights Conference – “STUFF”
Honorable Mention The Ohio State Newark New Play Contest – “The Last Day”





Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Second Sight by J.A. Culican



Title: Second Sight
Series: Hollows Ground Book 1
Author: J.A. Culican
Genre: Epic Urban Fantasy, Romance

What if you could foresee death?

Mirela can prophesy the death of whomever she sees. At thirteen, Ela foretold the death of her best friend, only to watch it happen before her very eyes. Ela, now twenty-one, spends her days locked away in her apartment, avoiding the public and the gift she considers a curse.

Until he appears.

Luka Conway is handsome. Charming. And magical. After Ela predicts yet another death, Luka leads her to an underground city hidden beneath Atlanta, populated by empaths, telepaths, and seers. Luka is a Shade, a soldier fighting a secret war against the Wraiths, a deadly group of sorcerers who wish to take over the world. Ela is given no choice; she must prove herself a Shade, and use her powers for the light, or she will be put to death. Resolved to her fate, Ela trains as a warrior, determined to put her curse to good use.

Then Talon Michaels appears. He's just as dashing as Luka, and even more dangerous. A Wraith, Talon warns Ela that the Shades aren't all what they appear. Who can Ela trust, if anyone? Should her powers be used for good...or evil? Which should she choose?

Full of action, adventure, and romance, Second Sight is an exciting young adult epic fantasy. It's sure to please fans of USA Today bestselling author J.A. Culican's The Keeper of Dragons series.



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About the Author:

J.A. Culican is a USA Today Bestselling author of the middle grade fantasy series Keeper of Dragons. Her first novel in the fictional series catapulted a trajectory of titles and awards, including top selling author on the USA Today bestsellers list and Amazon, and a rightfully earned spot as an international best seller. Additional accolades include Best Fantasy Book of 2016, Runner-up in Reality Bites Book Awards, and 1st place for Best Coming of Age Book from the Indie book Awards.

J.A. Culican holds a Master’s degree in Special Education from Niagara University, in which she has been teaching special education for over 11 years. She is also the president of the autism awareness non-profit Puzzle Peace United. J.A. Culican resides in Southern New Jersey with her husband and four young children.





Monday, 20 November 2017

Different, Not Damaged by Andy Peloquin




Title: Different, Not Damaged
Author: Andy Peloquin
Genre: Dark Fantasy Short Stories



Strength from Weakness

Disability becomes Power

Some call them disabilities, but for others they are gifts:
- A voiceless child painting visions of death.
- A killer with a deadly message plagued by a burden of guilt.
- A priestess divinely empowered to absorb others' pain.
- A soldier fighting for courage in the face of fear.
- A broken warrior-priest on a mission of vengeance.
- A thief desperate to escape the burden of his memories.
Betrayed by mind or body, these people struggle to survive in a grim world that takes no pity on the weak. Yet they will discover that they are simply different, not damaged.

This collection of dark fantasy short stories will keep you turning the page as you experience life through the eyes of the differently-abled.

Pick up this uniquely heart-wrenching book today because you want to feel what it means to live with a disability.




Excerpt:

The remnants of last night's snowfall squelched under Dahvynd's heavy boots. The rising sun had driven back the chill and turned the lanes of the Merchant's Quarter into a mess of puddles, rivulets, and muddy tracks.

Seraphina stood outside his shop, a bundle clasped in her arms. "There you are! And here's me worrying you'd overslept."


Dahvynd forced a smile. He hadn't overslept, or slept a whole night through, in more than a decade.


The seamstress thrust the bundle toward him. "All nicely ripped, just like you asked."


"Thank you." He fumbled in his pocket for the key. "I'll send Karrl 'round soon as he shows."


Seraphina waved him away. "You're good for it, I know." With a smile, she picked her way back up the muddy street toward her haberdashery.


Dahvynd watched her go, couldn't help himself. Seraphina's beauty entranced him. Not like his Killia, but…


He brushed the thought aside. No sense in that kind of thinking. She bore burden enough caring for her own three children.


For a moment, Dahvynd stood on the stoop, content to bask in the sunlight and feel the warmth on his face. Wagons rumbled up the muddy streets, splashing bundled pedestrians. Daylight made even the mud-spattered shops of the Merchant's Quarter seem brighter.


Taking one last breath of the bracing air, Dahvynd unlocked the door and stepped inside the stuffy tailor's shop. After starting the fire, he shed hat, scarf, and cloak, then fumbled at the bright ribbon Seraphina liked to use to hold her bundles tight. One by one, he held up the items and studied them with a critical eye.


Seraphina did good work with the seams. She ripped neatly, never so much as slicing a delicate thread of lace. She was certainly far more delicate than the Legion's surgeons.


The skills that had saved Dahvynd's life—and those of countless comrades—provided him a way to earn a living after his discharge. Similar stitches, mostly, though lace and linen were more delicate than flesh. Less messy, too, and easier to do with one hand.


He'd spent the better part of two years training the fingers of his left hand to grip the needle. His mangled right hand lacked dexterity. At least it served to hold the material in place. And Seraphina could rip the seams when he made a mistake. It was easier to start afresh the next day than try to handle the tiny dagger himself. The quiver that ran through his hand had destroyed far too many costly fabrics.


He turned over the last jacket in the bundle. A fragment of black thread hung from the stitch Seraphina had missed. He froze, hands trembling. The ghost of screams tugged at the corners of his mind. Soft leather shifted in his grip, turning into crimson-stained flesh. Black cord snaked through layers of skin as he fought to close Corporal Garvey’s leg. Dark arterial blood pumped from the wound, but he would not yield. He had to stop the bleeding before—


Chest heaving, Dahvynd hurled the jacket away and rushed to his chair. The needle dipped and darted into Mistress Alahnah’s dress as he forced himself to take deep, calming breaths. His world narrowed to the soft gown, the delicate white strands, and the shining length of metal in his hand. Every shred of willpower went into keeping his mind focused on the work, his eyes fixed on that needle.


The thread came alive in his hands, and Dahvynd watched the patterns take shape. He didn’t control them; they seemed to guide him, pulling him into the complex web of string and fabric until the memories—indeed, the world around him—faded into nothing. He could live like this: disconnected from everything save for needle and thread.


A silvery tinkling snapped him from his trance. Dahvynd blinked at the two men entering the shop, taking note of their thick arms and sloping foreheads.


"Gentlemen." He nodded. "I'm not takin’ new requests right now, but—"


One—a hulking fellow who reminded Dahvynd of the white mountain apes common beyond the Frozen Sea—slammed a hairy hand down on the counter. "You know why we're here, tailor."


Dahvynd's eyes dropped to the brand tattooed on the man's forearm. Crimson dripped from a hand, the five too-long fingers tipped with razor claws.


He spoke in a measured voice. "I've no interest in the Bloody Hand's business. And we'll have no problem, s'long as you steer clear of mine."


The second man—bull-necked, and with a face like crushed gravel—growled. "Ye are the Bloody Hand's business." He looked around the cluttered shop. "All this cloth…shame if it somehow caught fire or got stolen. Thankfully, we're here to make sure nothing happens to yer precious property."


The mountain ape leered. "And alls it'll cost you is one imperial a month. In gra-tee-tude for our services, as it were."


Dahvynd set aside the dress and stood. Bull-neck and ape-man's eyes widened a fraction as he rose to his full height. He could see them measuring his arms—of a size with their own, and strengthened from years of swinging shield and sword rather than the wooden clubs that hung from their belts. No Legionnaire had ever accused Dahvynd of being compact.


Once, Dahvynd would have vaulted the counter and let his fists do the talking. Even before years of hard training in the Legion, he'd walked away victorious from more than his share of fights. That was before Killia. Before he'd nearly caved in a man's skull in a blind rage.


Another side effect of the damned battles. The tremor in his hands was the first indication of another episode. If he let the memories take him, he'd have little control over his actions. His left hand had begun to tremble like a leaf in a hurricane.


The wooden counter creaked in his grip, and the two thugs' eyes narrowed. Dahvynd made no move to attack. His left hand sought the thin band of metal around his right wrist.


Strength and Courage. He took a deep breath.


"Best you turn right around." He jerked his chin toward the door. "As it stands, you and me got no quarrel."


Bull-neck sneered. "And if ye want to keep it that way, ye’ll pay what—"


Dahvynd took a step toward the counter, looming over the men. "Leave now, and I'll forget I saw your faces."


Man-ape flinched and took a step back, but recovered a moment later. "Don't be foolish."


Dahvynd rested his left hand atop the handle of the wooden baton Killia had insisted he keep behind the counter.


Bull-neck's hand went to his own club. Man-ape stopped him. "You're making a mistake, tailor." He nudged his companion toward the door. "We won't be as friendly next time." The bell gave an angry jangle as they left.
Gasping, Dahvynd wrenched his hand from the club. His left hand trembled so violently it set his shoulder quaking. He hadn't touched a weapon since…


His fingers fumbled for the silver band as he dropped into his chair. He pulled his knees to his chest, closed his eyes, and forced himself to take deep breaths. Ragged threads of memory—water soaking his boots, the reek of blood, the ululating battle calls rising from a thousand barbarian throats—rushed into his consciousness. He ran his thumb over the smooth metal, letting the familiar feel soothe him and drive back sights, sounds, and sensations he ached to forget.


Strength and Courage, Dahvynd, he repeated, as Killia had so many times. Strength and Courage.


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About the Author:

I am, first and foremost, a storyteller and an artist--words are my palette. Fantasy is my genre of choice, and I love to explore the darker side of human nature through the filter of fantasy heroes, villains, and everything in between. I'm also a freelance writer, a book lover, and a guy who just loves to meet new people and spend hours talking about my fascination for the worlds I encounter in the pages of fantasy novels.

Fantasy provides us with an escape, a way to forget about our mundane problems and step into worlds where anything is possible. It transcends age, gender, religion,race, or lifestyle--it is our way of believing what cannot be, delving into the unknowable, and discovering hidden truths about ourselves and our world in a brand new way. Fiction at its very best!








Sunday, 19 November 2017

Dark Days of Promise by Shaunna Gonzales


Thirty-four year old Vicki Laramie must learn to trust before she can love, but she might die trying.


While Vicki’s children grapple with the death of their father -- a man whom she’s successfully fabricated as loving, a lie her rebellious teenager recognizes -- she must find a way to support her family and find a role model for her boys. She never intends to fall for Staff Sergeant Chase, her best friend’s son, who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). She’d much rather choose a safer man to love, but her children have a voice in the decision she makes. With two deaths to deal with, a suitor after her money, a rebellious son, and Sergeant Chase’s repeated attacks, she can only hope to survive the danger she faces. If she doesn’t, her children will be left without either parent.

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Excerpt:

"Um... Janine?" I dropped the letters I'd just tugged out of the mailbox decorated like a big, orange jack-o-lantern, and pointed at the four men in green dress uniforms approaching my front door. My mouth tasted like the Salt Flats.

Janine, my best friend and elderly neighbor, glanced at the house and back at me. "Vicki, it's going to be okay. Even the darkest of days hold a promise of good things. I'll be right here beside you."


I tried to breathe. I thought I had shielded myself from this ever happening to me with the divorce. I was wrong. Dead weight in both legs impeded my instinct to flee. With Janine leaning on her cane at my side, I raced for my front door in slow motion, each step seeming to come slower than the previous one. Struggling with the implications, I willed my feet to move. Step, step…now lift your foot. One step... two, you can do it, just one more. I couldn't breathe. I advanced to the porch.


I sidestepped between the army green uniforms, ignoring the need for a polite acknowledgment. My hand, below the frayed sleeve of my faded red shirt, looked old and froze to the doorknob before resorting to automatic pilot. An unconscious reflex spurred me to open the door and usher them inside. The door hung wide, welcoming what I dreaded. I shrank back as though the officers would assault me. Janine came through the door, accompanied by the chaplain.


Author Information:

Shaunna Gonzales currently resides with her family in the greater Seattle area. Married over thirty years, her role as wife and mother of four continue to be her priorities.

A storyteller in her youth, she endevored to extend her love of stories to the written word and in 2005 began to write her first novel. Though that manuscript will remain buried, she has continued to learn.

Once told by her doctors that she would never leave her wheelchair -- due to her Multiple sclerosis. It has been tucked in a closet while she continues on. (In other words muddles on.)

Shaunna has worked as a professional reviewer for InD'Tales eMagazine for three years. In 2012 she also served as the vice president of Moonwriters, the on-line chapter of American Night Writers Association (ANWA She prefers to write romantic fiction and has ventured into the romantic suspense, and time-travel genres. Her debut novel, Dark Day s of Promise was released by Desert Breeze Publishing in 2012 re-released 2015.

Although she prefers to spend her days writing, she is willing to share what she has learned from the school of life and is often found "giving back."

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Top Ten List:


Shaunna Gonzales' 10 favorite actors in no specific order.
  • Hugh Jackman
  • Matthew McConaughey
  • Tom Cruise
  • George Clooney
  • Sean Connery
  • Harrison Ford
  • Daniel Craig
  • Pierce Brosnan
  • Robert Downey Jr.
  • Brent Spinner




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Saturday, 18 November 2017

The Jigsaw and the Fan by Stewart Bint

My Review:

Trade unionist, Albert, is dead but his journey to heaven or hell is disrupted by a strike.
Sent to a grand house to wait out the strike, Albert causes trouble for the Lord of the Manor.

A witty and satirical read with a disruptive ghost, quarrelling angels and mysterious beings pulling the strings.

The characters are fully developed and brought to life (...well, death) by Stewart's pen.

It's a well-written, humorous book that's a delight to read.





Synopsis:


The Jigsaw And The Fan is described as social satire. How much trouble can one disgruntled ghost really cause?

Albert Carter has died, and finds himself in the spirit world, to get sorted out at St Christopher’s gates. Having been a successful shop steward picketing the management of Jebson’s Glue Factory on behalf of his colleagues, he feels confident his final destination is Heaven, with the rest of the decent, honest working class.

However, on arrival at St Christopher’s Doomsday Ministry, an inspectors’ strike means all spirits in transit have to be temporarily repatriated to Earth as ghosts, until the dispute is settled.

Albert’s ghostly assignment is his worst nightmare: a wealthy Lord’s manor which operates on the hard-earned wages of his own class.

Immediately on arrival, he decides to ruin the capitalist family, and begins his unlawful haunting as the Ghost of Marlston Manor. Watching him from the heavens is a host of guardian angels, elders, overlords and scribes – all scrambling to undo the havoc that Albert is blunderingly creating in his short stint as a ghost.

The final straw comes as Albert riles up a “fright” of ghosts to collude and protest their sentences on Earth – and Albert finally faces St Christopher.



The Author:

Stewart Bint is an international novelist, journalist/magazine columnist, and PR writer, who usually goes barefoot.

His current publisher is Canadian company, Dragon Moon Press, based in the city of Red Deer, Alberta.

Stewart Bint is married to Sue, and has two grown-up children, Christopher and Charlotte. He lives in Leicestershire in the UK. When writing, his office companion is his charismatic budgie, or his neighbour's cat - but not at the same time.

He is a member of the influential international authors group, The Awethors.

A former broadcaster, he has worked as a radio newsreader, current affairs presenter and phone-in show host.

His inspiration to become a writer came at the tender age of seven, through the television series, Doctor Who. He says: "I remember watching the very first episode way back in 1963, and became enraptured by the storylines which could take place at any time in Earth's history and future, and absolutely anywhere in the universe and beyond. I started creating my own worlds and my own characters, writing my stories in little blue notebooks until my parents bought me my first typewriter for my ninth birthday. And those make-believe worlds became invaluable when my Dad died when I was 11. I retreated more and more into those places where I was in control of my characters' fate - knowing that whatever happened to them during the story, I could make sure they were okay in the end. My worlds were certainly better than the real one at that time."

When not writing he is an active awareness-raising campaigner for mental health and sepsis, having gained a place on the 2016 list of "Inspirational Mental Health Advocates that are changing the world."

Friday, 17 November 2017

Veiled by Stacey Rourke


Title: Veiled
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Wicked Book Covers


Political propaganda would have us believe vampires are our friends. Fanged teddy bears misunderstood thanks to archaic lore. Activists picket for them to be welcomed into our society.

They claim vamps don't kill.
They preach we are safe.
They ... are dead wrong.

One year ago a hive slaughtered my family and left me for dead. Found by a team of scientists with their own agenda, I was forged into an unstoppable weapon.

I possess their strength, with none of their weaknesses.
I can move among them free from their crippling hunger.
I am their greatest threat.

Armed with this arsenal, vengeance will feed my desire to penetrate the seedy underbelly of their fetishized lifestyle and expose them for the monsters they truly are.



Excerpt:

      “Comparing us to aberrant criminals? How do you justify making such a bold leap?”
      “With centuries of murders, torture, and feedings!” he exploded, hopping in his seat as if suppressing the urge to leap onto the tabletop and douse me with holy water. “All of these vile acts have been committed under the teachings of your demonic demi-god, Vlad Draculesti. Your immortal Lord Impaler.”
      One corner of my mouth tugged back in a knowing smirk. “And no one has ever killed, maimed, or committed genocide in the name of Christ?”
      “It’s a sorry argument to use our history against us!”
      “Yes, it is!” I vehemently agreed. “And yet that is exactly what humans subject us to. You fault us for the mistakes our kind has made in the past, mocking our deity without truly understanding his teachings. Meanwhile, you fetishize our culture and use it in your foreplay. Statistically speaking, human on human deaths outweigh vampire-on-human deaths twenty-three hundred to one. And why is that? Because humans take their passions too far, while when we pair with a human we focus on building a lasting relationship built on trust, safety, and security.”
      “Humans you keep around for feeding and screwing!” my opponent hollered, spittle bubbling in the corners of his mouth. “You’re vicious killers!”
      “My apologies to our viewers for that use of inappropriate language,” the prim and poised moderator stated into the camera before fixing her critical gaze on the frothing conservative. “Mayor Donaldson, I again ask you to control these outbursts or we will have no choice but to conclude our debate.”
      Before his mouth could open to protest further, I leaned in and caught him with my narrowed gaze. “Show me proof. Where is the recorded documentation of these crimes you’re accusing us of? I tell you what, while you hunt to find that, I will wander into any costume shop or Halloween store and snag a set of fangs and a gothic cape that misrepresent us as night prowling fiends. The so-called facts you are basing your viewpoint on are myths formulated by your own kind to make us these legendary creatures that go bump in the night. Thank you, for granting me more power than I can fathom. That said, you should know I can’t turn into a bat, I spend as much time in front of the mirror as the next gal, and I enjoy a few extra shakes of garlic on my pasta. I’m not a monster, Mayor Donaldson. I am a vampire citizen who wants the same rights you take for granted.”














Author Bio:


RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013

Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.

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Interview with Stacey Rourke:

Hi Stacey, please tell me a little about yourself and your background.
My pleasure! I’m an author, event host for The Once Upon a Book Author Signing, wife, and mother to two beautiful young ladies. Six years ago I became a full time author, and since then I have considered myself blessed to be pursuing this passion of mine. I have 15 books in my current catalog with many more to come!


Have you always wanted to be a writer? (And was there a particular moment you thought, ‘I can do this!’?)
 I’ve always written, but up until I finished my first book in 2011 it was something I did just for myself. It was the completion of that first book that opened my eyes to what I truly wanted to do with my life.


Do you have a writing routine?
I handle my marketing and administrative duties the first few hours of the work day, then I move on to editing. Evenings are usually when I write, as that when the ideas seem to flow a bit more smoothly.


Are there any particular places that help you get the creative cogs turning?
I need to be comfortable, and there can’t be anyone around looking over my shoulder. That stops me up faster than anything!


What can we expect from you in the future...?
So far for 2018 I have two full length novels, and three novellas scheduled. There is the possibility of a third full length book, but that one is still up in the air!



...and can you tell us anything about any of your current work(s)-in-progress?
I am working on the sequel to my book, Rise of the Sea Witch, right now. The title is Entombed in Glass and it should be out late Feb/early March.





Your book is being made into a movie, what music would you use as a soundtrack?
Playlist for Veiled:


What are the hardest and easiest parts about being a writer?
The hardest part is not getting discouraged about how easy it is to get lost in the sea of authors in the landscape right now. The Easiest, and most enjoyable part is meeting and talking to readers and fellow authors that share my passion for books.


Which, if any, of your personality traits did you write into your characters?
My characters tend to get a healthy dose of my snarky humor!


What is your favourite scene that you’ve written? Can you give us a peek?
In this book one of my favorite scenes is when Vinx introduces Carter and Finn. One is her potential new love interest, the other is her ex boyfriend that slaughtered her family. The setting is an elegant one, where she has to maintain her composure, so she slays her ex with her sharp tongue. It was a very fun moment.


What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I love repurposing and refinishing projects to bring beauty back to old, discarded furniture and d├ęcor.


What is your biggest fear?
Garden gnomes, those little buggers are creepy as all crap.


Optimist or pessimist?
Realist LOL


I wish I could tell my younger self…
That is was okay she wasn’t comfortable in her skin yet. No one is at that age. But it comes with age and experience, and learning love the unique beauty in our flaws.


Is there anything else you’d like to share with us?  
That I would love to connect with readers further! Look me up at www.staceyrourke.com, www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor, Twitter or Instagram @rourkewrites, or Bookbub at https://www.bookbub.com/authors/stacey-rourke


Thank you for your time, Stacey.
Thank you

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane


Title: Master Me, Please
Author: BJ Wane
Series: Miami Masters Book 2
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: November 10, 2017

He gambles everything to help the one woman he should stay away from. When the truth comes out, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?



Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.



Excerpt:

      You had no trouble submitting to Master Dax. That reminder got under Krista’s skin, and it didn’t help when she scanned the lot for her car and spotted Dax getting out of his. The quick, startling stab of jealousy as she imagined him inside with someone else caught her off guard. She’d never been plagued with that emotion before, why now? She stood rooted in place and watched him walk straight toward her with purpose etched on his dark face instead of surprise at seeing her there. Irritation bubbled over, eradicating her initial reaction. Wasn’t it bad enough she couldn’t even bring herself to accept another Dom’s invitation tonight without the memory of last weekend intruding? If he thought she’d turn around and join him in the club after the way he’d made it clear all week he wanted nothing to do with her, he had another think coming. She may still crave dominance and thrive on submitting, but she wouldn’t be a doormat for any man to trample on.

      “Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Hayes,” Krista greeted him, proud of the way she could set aside the warm flush spreading through her body with his nearness well enough to keep her voice steady. She missed the easy rapport they shared before he left.

      “I thought you realized how unsafe these clubs can be for a woman alone?” The rebuke, stated in his deep, firm voice made her square her shoulders and curse the compulsion to sink to her knees in apology for displeasing him. It was yet another sign she’d waited too long to get her act together.

      “It was never a problem before, I mean, before I met Kurt,” she clarified so he’d know she’d played before her marriage. “Enjoy your evening, Doctor.”

      “Cut the crap, Krista,” Dax snapped, his frustration evident in the way he tunneled those long fingers through his ink-black hair and his green eyes glittered with that undefinable emotion she didn’t understand.

      “I’m not the one who asked for a different surgeon to assist, Dr. Hayes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get home.”

      “Wait.” The hand he laid on her upper arm burned her skin, her automatic halt at his command heated her face and the ripple of longing going through her head left her deflated. It seemed she couldn’t win with him.

      “Let’s talk. Are you familiar with Casey’s diner?”

      The invitation took Krista by surprise and she sucked in a breath as hope dashed away the remnants of her annoyance with him. If he wanted to be just friends, she’d take it. It would be better than the cool indifference he’d shown her the past few days. “Anyone who’s been out past 2:00 am on a weekend night has been to Casey’s.” The all-night diner boasted the best pie on this side of Miami.

      “Meet me there. Please.”

      Since he was making an effort, so would she, Krista decided. What could it hurt? “Okay. See you there.” Stepping around him, she hastened to her car before common sense told her she was making a mistake and setting herself up to get hurt again. Since when did common sense have anything to do with her desires?



Other books in the series: 

Bound and Saved
Book 1

Don’t miss the exciting intro into this series, Bound and Saved, while it’s still on sale for $2.99. Zach and Sandie’s story is just as emotional and erotic as Master Me, Please, with a touch of suspense tossed in.





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Author Bio:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.

BJ Wane's email: bjwane@cox.net

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Thursday, 16 November 2017

Bear's Edge by Christina Lynn Lambert



Title: Bear's Edge
Author: Christina Lynn Lambert
Series: Stranger Creatures Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Loose Id
Publication Date: September 26, 2017


Bear shifter Grant wants his beautiful boss, Shayla. Will he risk his job and his barely healed heart to convince her to be his everything?



After sexy bear shifter Grant lost his girlfriend and three best friends in a fire, he decided he was done with love, done with people, done with pretty much everything. One woman has him rethinking his whole strategy.

As his boss, Shayla is off-limits, so Grant keeps his feelings for her under wraps until…the attraction doesn’t seem so one-sided. Grant takes a risk and lays a piece of his heart on the line. When things get hotter than he could have imagined, Grant wonders- will some of his darker desires be too much for Shayla or will she embrace the needs he’s kept hidden for so long?

A reporter who covered the bombing Shayla survived three years before is convinced the only reason Shayla survived is because she’s some type of bionic medical experiment or superhuman freak. When the reporter ropes Shayla’s angry ex, Hunter into the mix, Shayla’s business and her life are on the line. Can she and Grant trust in each other and find a way to slay all the obstacles that stand in their way?

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Excerpt:

      Shayla rose on her tiptoes, but she was still a little too short. Grant leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, gently. He was huge and ungraceful, forever forgetting his strength. He broke stuff like a bull in a china shop, but he vowed to be extra gentle with Shayla. Shayla licked his bottom lip and sighed. He couldn’t get enough of her soft lips, so he pulled her closer.

      She stroked her hands down his back, and he tensed up when she passed her palms over raised tissue and indentations he knew she’d be able to feel through the fabric of his T-shirt. She wrapped her arms around his back, and he relaxed under her touch.

      Each swipe of her tongue against his sent a shock of electrifying heat through his body. Grant came ridiculously close to slipping his fingers under Shayla’s skirt. He wanted to feel her silky skin, to touch her and taste her. He wanted it all so badly moisture seeped from the head of his cock. Shayla wanted him too. Being a bear shifter meant his senses, even while in human form, were incredible. He could smell her sweet desire, not just the barely there scent he’d sometimes caught from her before, but strong and sweet and very clearly for him. Knowing she wanted him so badly made his balls tighten and his chest ache.

      When Shayla moved her hands from his hips to his ass to pull him closer, Grant’s control slipped, and he grabbed a fistful of her dress and pushed it up her thigh. The daring look she gave him caused him to pull them both down to the sofa. He lay back and tugged Shayla on top of him.

      She moved to straddle him, and Grant slid his fingers up the smooth, warm skin of her exposed thigh. He needed more. He cupped her pussy and used his thumb to trace her clit over her soaked panties. The whimper she gave made Grant kiss her harder. Before, when he’d kissed a woman, he’d felt that he was somehow betraying Maya’s memory. There were no feelings of betrayal nagging at him anymore. He tried and repeatedly failed to keep his kiss with Shayla from becoming hard and needy.

      When Shayla gripped his arousal through his jeans and his cock jerked in her hand, he knew he had to put a stop to her touch before he came two strokes after she pulled out his dick. Her grip on his heart was even tighter than her grip on his cock. The desire burning in his chest was something more dangerous than just wanting to be inside her. So much more. Memories of Maya usually hurt like hell, but he should try to go back to surviving on memories before he went too far with Shayla, before things got too real.

      Shayla was flesh and bone, real and right now, a living tornado force of a woman. She could hurt him. She could leave him. She could die. He had a solution to that last fear, though. If his being a bear shifter didn’t make her want to immediately jump ship, he could initiate her, make her a shifter too. She’d be even stronger in that form, but she still might never want forever with him.

      Grant wanted more from Shayla than he should right then, and he needed to want less, or at least not so much at once. He needed to pull back from the edge and get himself under control, but he couldn’t do that with her touching him. He had the perfect distraction for her. He ripped her lacy panties off because they were in his way.

      Shayla’s heartbeat quickened against his chest, and she whispered his name when he pushed two thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. He’d meant to go slower, start with one and work up to two, but she gripped the back of his neck, and her voice was so sexy in his ear when she said, “Don’t stop.”



Playlist:
      • Prologue: Big Country by Big Country
      • Chapter 1: People Are Strange by The Doors
      • Chapter 2: It Can’t Rain All The Time by Jane Siberry
      • Chapter 3: Spirits by The Strumbellas
      • Chapter 4: Epic by Faith No More
      • Chapter 5: Lips Like Sugar by Echo & The Bunnymen
      • Chapter 6: With a Little Help from My Friends by The Beatles
      • Chapter 7: Counting Stars by One Republic
      • Chapter 8: Stand By You by Rachel Platten
      • Chapter 9: I Am by AWOLNATION
      • Chapter 10: Riptide by Vance Joy
      • Chapter 11: Ring of Fire by Social Distortion
      • Chapter 12: Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips
      • Chapter 13: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
      • Chapter 14: Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin
      • Chapter 15: Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
      • Chapter 16: Love Should by Moby



Be sure to also check out the first book of the Stranger Creatures series.

Wolf's Challenge 
Book 1

Handsome lawyer Derrick looks exactly like the type of man that single mom Sydney needs to avoid, but everything is not as it seems in the town of Great Oaks, Virginia. Can Derrick show Sydney that she can count on him? Will an unhinged stalker ruin everything?









Author Bio:

A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family, usually hiking or swimming or finding a new place to explore.


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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Never Again by Lily Luchesi



Never Again
(A Paranormal Detectives Novel)
Coming December 5th, 2017
Cover design by Rue Volley using stock art from Bigstock




In World War Two, not all monsters were human.

Male siren Sean Wireman was ostracized from his small village in Israel in the sixteenth century, forced to wander the world until he settled in America in the 1920's. Since he doesn't age like a normal person, he was fit to fight in World War Two, to defend the heritage he spent his whole life running from.

Seventy years later, after he has lived a whole other life since Hitler was defeated, from attending law school to becoming a bona fide rock star. In 2017, the monsters the Nazis released upon the Jews in concentration camps have returned, and he is the only one who can destroy them.

But can he save his people once again, or will this fight take a deadly toll?












Excerpt:


      I have no idea how long I stood there after I screamed, but I imagine it wasn’t long before I could hear voices coming closer and closer to where I knelt by the corpse. Panic began to set in then. It was one thing to have sex out of wedlock. It was safe to assume that it was an entirely different kettle of fish to have murdered your partner whilst you were having premarital sex! Sure, I hadn’t meant to do it, but who the Hell would have believed me? I wouldn’t have, had I been asked to believe something so outlandish.
      What was I to do? Where was I to go? We were surrounded by barren land beyond our farm. If I were to run, I would be overtaken immediately. And running would make me look guilty. Even guiltier than sitting here beside a fresh cadaver. Of course, if I dressed, perhaps they’d think it was someone else and I had simply found her body here. It was worth a shot, and teenage me didn’t think that someone had seen me leave the house after her.
      Teenage me was an idiot and could go fuck himself, if you ask my opinion.
      I dressed, clothes were simpler then and I had no need of zippers and complex belts and shoes. We hadn’t progressed from sandals at that point. Despite my quick thinking, I was still distraught, and as soon as I heard the voices even closer I let out the anguished cry that had been sitting, painfully, in my breast. It was followed by a plea for help.
      Now that I think about it, maybe I am evil. To have such deep artifice at such a young age and during such a traumatic moment, maybe Angelica should have killed me when she had the chance.
      Anyway…
      The doors to the barn were wrenched open and I could see everyone entering, silhouetted by their torches. My dad and her dad were leading them all. No women were present. Which was good, because if things went south, I wouldn’t have wanted my mother to see me like that.
      “Dad! Dad, help!” I called. “It’s Gail, something happened…” My panic and confusion didn’t need to be faked: I had no idea what had happened. And I was terrified.
      They came closer, and the din was suddenly silenced as they took one look at Gail, laying there with blood and little else on her body. I wished I had covered her: it was shameful to let her body be seen this way, but if I had they would have known right away that I was the culprit. Artifice was not a strong point for anyone back in those days, but I seemed to have a knack for it anyway.
The pure silence lasted for only a moment before there was a tortured scream. It came from David, Gail’s father. Thankfully not dropping his torch, he lunged forward only to be held back by my father.
      “Sean, what happened?” my father asked me.
      “I don’t know. I—I saw her leave earlier and when I went outside to get a drink I saw she wasn’t around but our barn doors were open so I went to close them and I found her…” I swallowed a large gulp of air, having been talking too fast to breathe while still crying.
      “Liar!” David cried. “It was you! It had to be you! Everyone else was inside!”
      “No matter who it was...what happened to her?” my father asked, looking at her emaciated corpse. “That’s not normal.”
      No, it’s not, I thought, panicking. It wasn’t normal, so what the good fuck was I?
      “Monster!” David hissed. “What did you do to my daughter?”
      I couldn’t answer even if I did want to, because I knew as little as he did. I was sick inside, and frightened of myself. I wondered if I should go to a rabbi myself, get diagnosed. Was it a demon? Did I need to be purged? Or was I just...a monster?


Author Bio:

Lily Luchesi is the award-winning author of the bestselling Paranormal Detectives Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of Dracula. She also edited and curated the bestselling horror anthology Damsels of Distress, which focused on strong female characters within the genre.

She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Los Angeles, California. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things "dark". At two she became infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community.

When she's not writing, she's going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.

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