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A soul In The Hand: Rockwell and Mariotte

Authors Marsheila (Marcy) Rockwell and Jeffrey J. Mariotte read a brief excerpt from their fantasy novella “A Soul in the Hand,” a fantasy novella introducing the characters Elin and Kord, which is contained in the Sensational Six box set and the anthology Neverland’s Library (both available wherever ebooks are sold!).

Kord is a mercenary, fighting for whoever pays the most coin, his morals and principles left behind long ago with the father figure who’d betrayed him. Elin is a rebel, willing to play the long con in order to bring about a lasting peace. When their paths—and purposes—cross in a scriptorium in the middle of a primal jungle, memories and magic will be released in equal measure, and the encounter will simultaneously tear them apart and bind them together in ways it will take them a lifetime to unravel…but those lives might not be long ones.

If you want to follow along as the authors read, the excerpt is in text below.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kord saw that Elin had engaged the other soldier. Their blades clashed as they traded thrusts and parries. At Bragga’s agonized scream, the soldier glanced toward his superior—a moment’s distraction, but all Elin needed. While Kord ended Bragga’s misery with a slash across the throat, she cut the soldier’s thigh with a quick jab. His sword dropped to defend his groin, and she thrust high, the tip of her slender blade penetrating his eye and punching through the back of his head. He was dead before she could yank it free.

Elin met Kord’s look, panting from exertion, a fierce grin on her face. She was bathed in blood, and Kord reckoned he must look the same. But he shared her exultation over a hard fight won. “So where’s that passageway?” he asked.

“You won’t need it, Kordell,” another voice said. “You’ll not be leaving here, not in this life.”

Kord and Elin whirled toward the door. Nestor stood there, with a dozen soldiers. Swords, spears, and arrows all pointed at them.

“You do, however, have a choice,” Nestor said. “You can give me the Hand now, and die easily. Or you can resist, die slowly and with immense pain, and I’ll take it anyway.”

“What makes you think we have it?” Kord asked.

“You wouldn’t be in such a hurry to go if you hadn’t acquired it.”

“As much noise as you made coming in, we thought the entire Red Legion had arrived. Staying

would have been suicide.”

Nestor shrugged. “Suicide either way. Fast or slow, those are your only options now.”

Kord caught Elin’s eye. “Can you take six?”

“If they’re all as easy as those last,” she said.

And even thought authors didn’t read this part, I want to show the start of the story, because DAMN it hooked me, so maybe it’ll hook you. *grin*

Excerpt 2:

In the dream, Kord was Panther. He moved through the trees like an unmoored shadow, lithe and black, paws lightly brushing the earth with each step. This was not the hardwood forest he had been born in, at the empire’s edge, or the swamps he had come to know in later years. It was jungle, densely wooded, steamy, thick with life at every layer, from the worms and insects underfoot to the birds inhabiting the highest canopies, their plumage flashing, brilliant as it caught sunlight that only reached the floor as a muted and filtered green haze.

Panther followed a scent trail he couldn’t name. It was rich, heady, familiar and strange at the same instant. Whatever it was, the scent was clearer in this place than the few signs of passage left behind by his prey: a crushed leaf here, there a vine yanked free of a tangle. Panther’s eyesight was sharp; he missed nothing. But odor was the only trustworthy guide, and Panther filled his nostrils with it at every step, confident that he was closing in.

That confidence vanished when a sudden surfeit of smells confused his senses. He tried to sort them, but he was unused to the jungle and most were scents he had never encountered before. The only ones he knew for sure were blood and human flesh. The trail he had been following had vanished into the olfactory chaos, and he didn’t know which way to turn. One path would lead toward . . . something, he was not sure what. Something he wanted, at any rate. Any other path might make him something else’s meal.

Standing still was not an option. He would have to choose a course and count on wits and strength to keep him safe. He decided to continue as he had been, always keeping the sun before him. Soon enough, he found it again, the trail he’d been following, and an image of the creature that had left it almost came together in his mind, but then blew apart like seeds in the wind. It was as familiar as home . . . but Panther hadn’t had a real home in so long. He inhaled the scent and continued on. The scents of blood and flesh were stronger this way, too, and he had not covered much ground when he saw why: a human arm, caught in the fork of two branches, with blood spattering the trunk and the leaves below and the soil beneath those.

Then a foot, ripped off at the ankle, a line of ants looking like stitches against its pale skin. Most of a face, limp and curled like drapery, dangling from a thorny bush.

And Kord realized he was human, no longer Panther, and whatever had strewn these parts

about—not the same thing that had left the tantalizingly familiar scent trail, surely?—wasn’t far away, hunkered in the shadows, waiting.

He’d had a choice to make, and he had made the wrong one. Story of his life . . .

Marsheila Rockwell and Jeffrey J. Mariotte Author Bios:

Marsheila (Marcy) Rockwell and Jeffrey J. Mariotte have written more than 60 novels between them, some of the most recent of which are The Shard Axe series and a trilogy based on Neil Gaiman’s Lady Justice comic books (Rockwell, dark and urban fantasy) and Empty Rooms and Season of the Wolf (Mariotte, urban and supernatural thrillers). They’ve also written dozens of short stories, some of which are collected in Nine Frights (Mariotte) and Tales of Sand & Sorcery and Bridges of Longing (Rockwell), and miscellaneous other things, including Rhysling Award-nominated poetry (Rockwell) and Bram Stoker Award-nominated comic books (Mariotte). This is their first published collaboration, which originally appeared in the Neverland’s Library anthology (Ragnarok Publications). You can find more complete bibliographies and news about upcoming projects, both collaborative and solo, at marsheilarockwell.com and jeffmariotte.com.

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Sensational Six Week

On November 17 the Sensational Six Box Set was released, and it’s so damn awesome I wanted to feature it all week. Which means each day this week you’ll get an excerpt or inside peek at one of the stories in it.

Today we’ll start of with my contribution to the Box Set *grin*

I’m thrilled these talented authors let me take part in the box set because STILL SEXY is the shortest piece in the box set, and probably the least Urban Fantasy-ish. It’s art of my Hunter Protection Group series, and a short, sexy romp with the couple who started it all. Gina, the psychic, and her husband Caleb, who was a nonbeliever until he just couldn’t fight it any more.

A weekend getaway with amorous intentions, an art show, and a magical entanglement all collide for a fun and sexy romp with a surprising twist.

Caleb Mann didn’t believe in the mystical, until he fell in love with a psychic. Gina fills his life with love and lust, and he’ll put up with anything to be with her – including her ‘gifted’ family and the craziness that comes with them. When Gina’s debut at a Vancouver art gallery provides an excuse for a weekend getaway the couple jump at the opportunity only to find themselves caught in yet another supernatural tangle.

“Gina and Caleb harbor an insane amount of chemistry and it explodes all over these pages. I enjoyed the mystery part of the story as well but this couple was the star. “Still Sexy” is wickedly hot!” – Miranda, Joyfully Reviewed

“The characters fit perfectly together and the sex is just the right blend of naughty and sexy. Marriage is an aphrodisiac to Gina and Caleb and I think that’s totally awesome!”-Beth, The Readers Roundtable

EXCERPT:

Gina came out of the bathroom late the next morning and saw Caleb still lazing about on the bed, all naked and yummy looking. He might be behind the desk of his construction company most days, but you’d never know it by looking at his body. He was well muscled, and hard all over. Her insides fluttered and she laughed softly. Hard to believe just looking at him could make her sex clench after the night they’d had.

“What are you going to do today?” she asked as she buttoned up her blouse.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure? You don’t want to go to Stanley Park or Granville Island or something?”

“Nope,” he said as he flopped over. “I’m just going to stay here and relax.”

Uh huh. “You mean sleep.”

“What can I say? You wore me out last night.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I need to regain my strength so I can wear you out tonight.”

She laughed. “Good luck with that, stud.”

He scratched his stomach — his flat, hard, rippled stomach — and the sheet shifted to show the mouthwatering V that led to his package. The same muscles she’d run her tongue over only an hour ago.

Heat whispered through her, so she reversed the direction of her fingers and she walked toward the bed, licking her lips.

“What’re you doing, naughty lady?” Caleb asked softly.

“Suddenly, I’m very hungry.”

“Uh, uh uh. You have to go to the gallery.”

“I don’t have to go,” she said as she shrugged off the blouse.

Caleb sat up, touching her hands and stopping her movement. “Honey, I wish you didn’t but, if you don’t go check in, you’ll regret it. This is your first gallery showing and you need to experience every aspect of it.”

Gina paused, torn between wanting to go the gallery and wanting to curl up, undisturbed, in bed with her husband. Sensing her dilemma, Caleb got out of bed and pulled her shirt back up on her shoulders, buttoning it for her while he spoke.

“We’re going to have dinner with your family in about six hours then we’ll go to the opening, drink free champagne and listen to everyone rave about how talented you are. Tomorrow, we’ll have all day and night to be alone. Nothing and no one will disturb us, except for the room service guy who’ll have to bring us food and water to replenish all the calories and fluids we’re going to lose romping around here naked.”

Heart swelling with love, she grinned into his true-blue eyes. “You stand here stark naked and tell me I have to leave?”

Smirking, he pressed a light kiss to her lips before dropping back onto the bed and pulling a sheet over his lap. “Not that you have to … but that you should.”

Damn the man for being right.

“Grab my lip gloss from my bag, will you?” She waved a hand at the bag on the other side of the bed as she went to put her boots on.

“Christ, what do you have in this thing?” he complained as he dug through the backpack she used instead of a purse.

“Normally it has diapers for your son and some snacks and toys to keep him from having fits in public.”

Caleb lifted a purple lace thong from the bag and held it up. “Oh really?”

“That’s something I use to keep you from have fits,” she said with a wink.

He stared at it. “Yeah, this would work.”

With a laugh, she got up and strode over to the bed. Grabbing the backpack from his hands, she dumped it upside down and shook everything out. Shifting pens, pencils, and a small notebook she used to doodle in aside, she found her lip gloss. After opening the small mirror she carried with it, she slicked red tint over her lips while Caleb looked on.

She tossed the mirror into the pile again and reached for her wallet. Pulling out her I.D. and credit card, she shoved them into her back pocket just as Caleb reached for the pile and pulled something out.

“What’s this?”

The odd note in his voice drew her attention to his hand. There was nothing in her bag that should bring that particular tone of voice about. That was the tone he used when she had a vision or something supernaturally weird happened.

She stared at the rock he held. “I don’t know.” Reaching out, she picked it from the palm of his hand and a shiver danced up her spine. Not good.

Ignoring the way her blood chilled, she took a closer look at the object. It was really rough and ragged on one side, but super smooth on the other, rounded side, almost like glass. She rubbed some of the dust off it and it started to warm, the dusty gray of it swirling about, turning milky until it cleared and a feral face glared out at her.

“Yikes!”

Caleb stared at her and she stared at the thing she’d dropped like a hot potato. “Oh shit.” She turned on her heel and started pacing in the small room muttering. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why now? Why me? What the hell am I supposed to do about this?”

“Honey?”

She kept pacing back and forth, muttering. She had to get a grip before she started to freak Caleb out. Shit, she hated this. She couldn’t deal with things like this, not alone. She was precognitive; she got visions. The only time she’d dealt with demons there were others around to do the actual dealing; she was just part of the support team.

The others.

Closing her eyes, she focused on Angelo, and the birthmark on her wrist, the one that matched the one on her brother’s biceps, tingled.

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Throwback Thursday

BOUND is the first single title novel I’ve ever written. It was published back in 2006, and quickly became a National Bestseller. Katie and Joe will always hold a place in my heart, and to this day I still think about writing another story featuring them. Who knows, one day I just might.

I admit to being disappointed when 50 Shades made erotic fiction so popular again and publishers were re-covering and reissuing so many of my friends books that my publisher never did that with my Dungeon books. I’m sure they didn’t do it because I wasn’t currently sending them new material, even though they still held the rights to all my older stuff. I think was a bad business decision in many ways. Not only could they have made us all some money, but in my heart I know that if they had done that, if they’d shown just a little bit of interest in helping grow me as an author I’d likely have jumped on the train and tried my damnedest to write something new for them to keep things going.

But they didn’t, so I didn’t, and it took another couple years for me to get myself back to writing. (Which is okay, because now the Overwatch series is all me, *wink* )

My Dungeon books remain as they have always been, with original covers. All of them are out-of-print except WICKED. They are still available as downloads though, so for todays Throwback Thursday, I thought I’d feature the novel that truly hooked me into being a career author.

 

Prologue

Everybody has a dark side. I just never expected mine to come out in my sexuality. But in that quiet time before I drift off to sleep or when I shower, always in the dark, the images that come into my mind shock even me.

When I stand under the water, the needle-like spray aimed directly on my nipples, I imagine myself tied to a bed and being teased mercilessly. I want to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again. Women are supposed to be multi-orgasmic, and ever since I set eyes on Joe Carson, I’ve wanted to test that theory.

I imagine him walking into the room and demanding I get on my knees. Once in this position, he decides he likes my breasts, and he instinctively knows how much I like to have them played with, so he starts to roll the nipples between his fingers while talking to me. Telling me what he wants. He wants me to suck his cock, and he wants to spank my ass, and he wants to fuck my pussy. He also wants to fuck my ass, but he knows that it may be awhile before I let him do this.

I admit it. I’m an addict.

I’m addicted to the freedom that I find in the darkness.

Chapter 1

What the hell had I done?I ran naked, still dripping from the shower, through my tiny apartment. Picking up strewn clothes and notebooks as I ran, I stacked magazines neatly in the corner and stashed my latest erotica novel in the kitchen cupboard. I was getting ready to pull out the vacuum cleaner when I stopped dead in my tracks.

This was crazy! Vacuuming was taking things a bit too far. It wasn’t like Joe cared if I was good housekeeper or not. He was coming over for one reason and one reason only. To finish what I’d started at work earlier that day.

Heat pooled low in my belly and my insides trembled at the enormity of what I’d done. Masturbating for him via the casino’s surveillance system at work had sure started this . . . thing off with a bang.

Well, actually, the masturbation thing had only been a bang on my part. The thrill of knowing he was watching me, and his heavy breathing into the phone while I played with myself had set me off good.

His bang had come a short time later in the surveillance room. And it wasn’t enough for either of us. It was like my first taste of chocolate, it had tasted like more. Then Joe had told me to go home and get cleaned up, to ‘be ready’ for him in an hour. My heart had pounded and my just seconds ago satisfied body had tightened in anticipation.

Now I was running around like a crazy person.

I looked around the room then down at my naked body. Rigid nipples poked out, and I could feel the constant dampness of my excitement leaking onto my thighs. He said be ready. What was ready?

My body couldn’t be any more ready. My mind, well, it was functioning on autopilot, if at all, and my apartment looked like a twenty-five year old single girl lived there.

Clothes might be good.

Dashing to my bedroom, glancing at the clock as I headed for the closet. Five o’clock. His shift was over now, and the casino was about ten minutes away, so I had at least that to get ready. What sort of clothes did one put on when you knew they were going to come off right away?

Scanning my closet I found no sexy peignoirs or silk robes. Not a big surprise there. Spotting a stretchy knit top, I snatched it off the hanger and pulled it on without a bra. My breasts were small enough that a bra would be prudent, but not necessary. For private company that I really wanted to look sexy for, the bra wasn’t needed. After stepping into a pair of bikini underpants, I added a pair of baggy cotton drawstring trousers.

The look was summer, lightweight, and casual. Now all I had to do was achieve that attitude.

Sucking in a deep breath I strolled into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Big brown eyes stared back at me, looking a little glassy.

“Breathe, Katie. Breathe.” I muttered to my reflection.

I grabbed the blow dryer, did some quick work on my hair, and finished just as the buzzer signaling Joe’s arrival sounded. A final glance in the mirror by the door showed me a casual looking all American girl with long blonde hair and big Bambi eyes. I wondered if anyone looking at me would be able to tell that I was so aroused I could barely think straight.

The door to the apartment swung open slowly and I stood there, unsure of what to say or do as six feet plus of solid muscle walked inside like he owned the place. Thick, wavy black hair that was a touch unruly made my fingers itch to touch, and distant ice blue eyes that had always suggested that wasn’t a smart move. Right now those eyes were guarded, but hot, as they ran over my still form.

Joe Carson.

The man I’d been fantasizing about ever since I first saw him two months earlier when he’d hired on at the casino I work in. At twenty-six years old I’m no virgin, but I can honestly say I’ve never had much luck in the sex department either. None of the guys I’d ever been with were anything to brag about. Until today, I’d never had a male induced orgasm. When I needed to get off, I relied on myself.

Then Joe showed up.

I could count him among my lovers now. After all, he’d fucked me so good only that afternoon and gave me such an intense orgasm that I’d promised to do anything for him. Now he wanted to hold me to it.

“Hi, Joe.” At least my voice sounded normal, if a bit breathy. “Can I get you a drink? I have water, diet pop,or pear cider?”

“No. Thank you.” He shook his head and advanced toward me, the gleam in his eye hungry. “I told you I wanted you naked when I got here.”

My pulse jumped and my knees weakened. Instantly I was back in the surveillance room, ready to do anything to please him.

“Sorry,” I smiled at him sassily, fighting to remain somewhat normal. “Getting dressed after a shower is habit.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

“Then get naked.” He lowered himself into the overstuffed armchair and stared at me. “Now.”

Gone was the tender lover who had held me up and cradled me against his chest until my orgasm receded and I could stand on my own. In front of me now was the enigmatic, and slightly cold security guard that I’d been drooling over for two months. I bit down on my bottom lip and stifled the urge to ask him if something happened. Despite the fact that this man had been inside me, it was obvious we didn’t really know each other.

I crossed my arms at the waist and pulled my shirt over my head. Joe’s casual posture never changed, but his eyes darkened at the sight of my naked breasts, and my confidence swelled. The tension in the air got thicker and my insides grew heavier, weighted with arousal. The urge to tease him was strong so I ran my hands over my breasts,cupping them to tweak the nipples between thumb and finger.

“If you’re happy doing that I don’t need to be here.” He made to get up from his seat.

“No!” Before he could stand fully, I pushed my pants and underwear from my hips, and stepped out of them, heart racing. “I’m naked. Don’t go.”

He stepped closer, until we were only inches apart, and stared deep into my eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this, little girl?”

“Oh, yes.”

My heart pounded and a tingle of something almost like fear whispered through me. He was so aloof, yet so intense. I’d seen him prowl the casino floor, and my fantasies had gotten darker and darker. Matching the almost primal aura that surrounded him. It made him irresistible, and asshole or not, there was no way I was going to back down now. I’d wanted him too much, for too long.

“You told me you were mine.” He unbuckled the utility belt around his waist, dropping the belt and all its security gadgets on the armchair. “My personal slut, to do with as I pleased.”

Heat crept up my neck and I mentally cursed my fair skin. I’d said that to him in a moment of passion. As if he could read my thoughts his full lips lifted at one corner. “Did you mean it?”

As I gazed into Joe’s eyes something soft flickered in their depths, then disappeared. A shiver danced down my spine and my sex heated. He may be mysterious, even dangerous, but at that moment my only real fear was that he’d walk away.

“I meant it.”

When I’d decided to make a move on Joe I did it because he was hot. He was new in town; he was tall, dark, and dangerous looking. And every time I was near him my mind would fill with the dark fantasies of experiencing the down and dirty sex scenes I often masturbated too.

By no means am I a submissive personality. My father’s early death made sure I knew how to look after myself, and my mother too. I’m a supervisor at work, and my whole life people have old me I’m a natural born leader. Part of me even fantasizes about being a Dominatrix. The part that made Joe say ‘please’ when I’d teased him over the surveillance camera that afternoon. But when he pulled me into the office, and it was just the two of us, it had been as if he’d seen deep inside me, to the place where even I was scared to look . . . and I’d been able to deny him nothing.

With him standing in front of me, looking at me with hot eyes that scorched my skin, it was too easy to sink back into that place.

He stepped to the side, and began a slow walk around me. He spoke softly as he moved. “Ever since I arrived in Chadwick I’ve been told what a sweet girl Katie Long is. You’re the town’s Golden Girl aren’t you?”

A warm hand skimmed across my back and patted me on the ass lightly. When I didn’t answer him, the hand smacked my rump sharply.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I muttered. My role as the ‘good-girl’ around town wasn’t one I relished.

Stopping directly in front of me, he cradled my jaw in his large hands, and lifted my face to him. When he spoke, his voice was warm, almost tender. “Well, now you’re my girl. And I want to see just how good you can be.”

With that, he took my mouth. His tongue came out and licked across my bottom lip before spearing between them and invading. His tongue dueled with mine, conquering it completely, and imprinting his flavor on my taste buds. My hands clasped his waist, and I leaned into his hard body to rub my nakedness against the coarse material of his uniform. The naughtyness of being completely naked while he was completely dressed gave me a small thrill.

One of his hands slid to the back of my head and he pressed forward, bending me backward slightly. Excitement rose up in me as his mouth ate at mine, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. One of my arms wrapped around his waist, holding tight to him while the other slid between our bodies to measure his hardness through his pants.

A low growl vibrated against my lips a second before he gripped my shoulders and pulled away. My low whimper echoed in the room, and he shushed me.

“Not so fast,” he whispered. Firm hands spun me around and his voice purred in my ear. “Take me to your bedroom.”

 

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TV Night

So, there’s a new show that just debuted. State of Affairs with Katherine Heigl. This act description of it.

A CIA officer plucked from the field to become the president’s daily briefer, assuming responsibility for targeting America’s most critical threats while navigating the unique lifestyle that comes with such a high-powered job.

In all honesty, I wasn’t interested in it when I first saw it being promo’d. It looked like some sort of popcorny vehicle for the prefect pretty blond to be patriotic in. (And the still image to promote the show really doesn’t help). Yet, it was because of Katherine Heigl that I finally broke down and watched it. I like the movies she’s done, and I remember when she was on Grey’s Anatomy, that I really liked her.

Five minutes before the end of the pilot episode I was just ‘meh’ on the show. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t great. I wasn’t sure what kind of show it was going to be. I probably would;t watch another episode.

At the end, after those final five minutes…yeah, I want to see more. I’m still not 100% sold on it, but its for my attention for now.

Madam Secretary, however, has had my attention form day one. And I’m still enjoying it. Not sure why these political type shows are hooking me in. I think it’s all the CIA stuff. LOL L

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NLA-International Book Awards

I remember back in 2008 when I found out WICKED was a finalist for The Pauline Reage Literary Award. It was a surprise, and a huge honor. You see, this award is given out by the National Leather Association-International, and I had no idea the book had even been nominated. It wasn’t a contest I’d entered, a reader had nominated it because they thought it deserved notice. Not only did that touch me immensely, but the fact that WICKED was my first ‘lifestyle” BDSM story made this even more special. (By lifestyle I mean it featured people who lived the lifestyle, and not just people who had some kink in their vanilla life)

This nomination, by a reader, told me I got it right int he eyes of people who live the lifestyle. Not to mention that one of the other finalists was Joey W. Hill, who I admire hugely. :)

I didn’t win. I did get the Honorable Mention though, and to this day it’s still one of the things I’m most proud of.So, if you’ve read, or written, a story you think falls into any of these categories. Please nominate it, and help spread the positive word about well-written kink fiction and literature.

CALL FOR NOMINATIONS

Nominations may be sent to the contact email at awards@nla-international.com

(Columbus, OH) — NLA-International, a leading organization for activists in the pansexual leather community, is now accepting nominations for its annual writing awards for excellence in SM/leather/fetish writing for books, articles, novels and short fiction, which were first published between 1 January 2014 and 31 December 2014. The deadline for nominations is 31 January 2014. The finalists will be announced in March 2015. The winners will be announced at the National Leather Association’s Annual General Meeting. The five award categories are:

Non-Fiction Book (Geoff Mains Award)

Non-Fiction Article (Cynthia Slater Award)

Novel (Pauline Reage Award)

Short Fiction (John Preston Award)

Anthology (Samois Award)

Eligibility for all awards (short fiction, novel, non-fiction book, non-fiction article and anthology) requires first time publication of writing in the 2014 calendar year. If you or someone you know has published a book, article, or story dealing with any aspect of SM, leather, fetish, or kink sexuality please consider nominating it for one of the above awards. Authors and publishers are encouraged to nominate themselves by submitting copies of their work. Nominated works should foster education and promote awareness and a positive image of the leather/SM/fetish community. They should entertain and educate, while building awareness and tolerance of the community and showcasing the talents of its members. There are no submission fees, but the judges will require either print copies of the nominated work or a digital copy (PDF).

NLA-I has convened a jury of readers whose number includes noted erotica writers, past award winners and leading community activists. The judges are rotated regularly and their names withheld until after judging is complete to prevent lobbying by nominees.

Now in their seventh year, the NLA-I’s writing awards have received widespread appreciation and support. A “leather first”, they have become the preeminent awards for SM, leather, and fetish writing. Past winners include Laura Antoniou, Gloria Brame, Jack Fritscher, Lee Harrington, Anneke Jacob, Jeff Mann, Jack Rinella, David Stein, Cecilia Tan, Tristan Taormino, Claire Thompson, Alyson Tyler, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Mollena Williams, Annie Cox and Elizabeth Coldwell.

Nominations may be sent to the contact email at awards@nla-international.com

CandiAnne

Awards Chair (Interim)

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Primal Snippet

Sweet Jesus, he was in trouble.

Adam knew who he was, what he wanted, and what he was good at.

He was a hard man who wanted little more than to protect the vulnerable, and he was good at it. Some might disagree, since he hadn’t always been able to do so in the past, but he was just a man. Olivia looking at him like he was some kind of hero wreaked havoc with his brain and his body.

He wanted nothing more than to take her home and carry her up to his bed, where he could alternately fuck her brains out and hold her safe in his arms, but that was not a smart move. Not only did she not know him at all, she was way out of his league. Smart and sexy, with an inner strength and fire that sucker punched him right in the gut. Christ, she’d just been attacked. He was a fucking asshole to even be thinking about sex around her right then, but fuck if he could help it. She’d fit perfect against his body, filling his arms with a softness that had long been missing from his life. She’d cried on his shoulder, and his heart had filled with a tenderness that was so foreign to him it had taken a minute to identify the emotion. Then she’d licked him.

That hot, wet tongue of hers just brushing against his skin was a sultry surprise that had made his dick swell and his heart pound. No problem identifying that emotion.

Get a fucking grip, man.

He swept some antiseptic cream over her cheek, brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip then pulled back. He lifted one foot up and brushed the gravel and sand from the bottom gently before sliding the shoe he’d grabbed from the floor of the car onto her foot. He did the same for the other foot then stood, zipping the small kit closed and stepping back from the car, and the woman who tempted him beyond reason.

“Done.”

She stood and looked at him. “Can I give you a ride home?”

No. No. Bad idea. “Where do you live?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Downtown, but I’ll drive you anywhere. I owe you at least that.”

Fuck. “I’m on East Sixth.”

What was he thinking? He was thinking they weren’t that far from each other, and he wanted to make sure she was good on the drive. Yeah, right. That’s what he was thinking.

An internal battle raged during the silent drive. He wanted her, and not just for one night either. Which was totally fucked. She was a doctor in designer clothes with a classy car and manners that spoke of high society. He was a gym rat and sex club owner who did the odd mercenary job for financial and emotional reasons. She was so far out of his league he was an idiot to even think of taking a swing.

When Olivia turned into the small parking lot next to his building, he was confident he could ignore his throbbing cock and do the right thing.

“You got a pen?” he asked before she could say anything. “Better yet, hand me your phone.”

She handed it to him, and he mentally called himself ten kinds of fool while he added his name and number to her contacts before climbing out of the car. He walked around the back end of the car and went to her window. “I’m under AK. Call me when you get home. If you don’t call in the next twenty minutes, I’ll be checking hospitals for you, Dr. Olivia Hamilton.”

The mix of disappointment and pleasure in her big green eyes mirrored the one in his gut, but it didn’t change his mind. That didn’t mean he could stop himself from leaning down, cupping the back of her head, and slanting his mouth over hers.

Her full lips parted easily, and he thrust in deep and fast; tasting, taking, and briefly claiming what she eagerly offered. “I want you, Beauty. Too much,” he said when he was able to stop himself.

He pulled back enough that he could see her clearly, and she could see him. “You’re too vulnerable for me to take what you’re offering tonight. You’re way out of my league, and in the cold light of day tomorrow, you’ll realize it, and I don’t want to be a regret. But if you ever feel like slumming, you have my number.”

He leaned in, placed another, gentler, kiss on the corner of her mouth before stepping back a final time. “Now, go straight home. And call me when you get there safely, so I don’t worry.”

Standing on the street in front of his building, he watched the Jag until he couldn’t see it anymore.

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It’s almost time!

Reviews are coming in on the ARCs of PRIMAL, and it’s almost release day!!

If you’re a newsletter subscriber, then you’ve seen Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 already, Chapter 3 will be in your inbox tomorrow. I can;t wait for you guys, those of you who have been with me for years, to read this story. I’ll be honest, it’s not the full-length novel I’d intended to write, but sometimes stories change as you write them. I ‘m a very organic writer and I believe in being true both the characters and the story, which means they take me on a journey just like they take readers.

While it’s not the story I’de envisioned, it is true to Adam and Olivia, and only makes me want to delve deeper into the Overwatch community.

I appreciate every review, I get, even if I don;t agree with what some say, I appreciate the time taken to read my story, and the effort to share opinions.

There are quite a few posted on GoodReeads already, but I just have to share with you my favorite of the reviews PRIMAL has gotten so far.

Heather Andrews gave it 5 Stars and says

Sometimes a man has to know things and Adam he doesn’t beat around the bush, “are you here just to get laid, or are you interested in me as a man and a person?” He stepped closer, reached out to grasp her hand and her wildly careening thoughts calmed. “I’m asking because I want to know if you’re staying for dinner after I eff you so hard you’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.” He’s really not afraid to voice anything with Olivia, “don’t silence yourself or hide from me. I want to hear you. Those noises you’re trying not to make tell me how you feel. What you like and don’t like. And they make my d*** hard enough to hammer nails.” He’s sometimes not exactly sure what he and Olivia are going to do but he always knows they’re gonna be doing the naughty, “it’s safe to say I’m going to eff you at some point in the night, but I can’t say for sure if it’ll be in the club or not.” This book was short, sweet and to the point which I loved.

The review, like the book, is short and to the point. and I think it sums up the story very well. ;)

Can’t wait to hear what y’all think!!!

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Tatted up and Ready to Ride

Releasing October 14th

Delicate Ink

A Brand New Full Length Novel in the Bestselling Montgomery Ink Series

On the wrong side of thirty, Austin Montgomery is ready to settle down. Unfortunately, his inked sleeves and scruffy beard isn’t the suave business appearance some women crave. Only finding a woman who can deal with his job, as a tattoo artist and owner of Montgomery Ink, his seven meddling siblings, and his own gruff attitude won’t be easy.

Finding a man is the last thing on Sierra Elder’s mind. A recent transplant to Denver, her focus is on opening her own boutique. Wanting to cover up scars that run deeper than her flesh, she finds in Austin a man that truly gets to her–in more ways than one.

Although wary, they embark on a slow, tempestuous burn of a relationship. When blasts from both their pasts intrude on their present, however, it will take more than a promise of what could be to keep them together.

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Releasing October 24

Primal

The new story in the erotic and emotional Overwatch series.

BDSM club owner Adam Kessler is no one’s hero. He joined the army to get away from the gang-life that had taken his brother, only to come home to heartache. He doesn’t hide his dominant side, and he doesn’t hesitate in his need to protect or enforce his particular brand of retribution on those who’ve earned it. There’s no way in hell he could walk past a man hassling a woman in an empty parking lot and do nothing. Only when the confrontation is over and the voluptuous blonde turns eyes filled with desire to him, does Adam realize he’s in trouble.

Psychologist Olivia Lang grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, and has never regretted spending more time on her career than on romance, until she meets Adam Kessler. He’s dark, he’s dangerous, and he’s deliciously dominant… and she wants him.

Passion burns quick and hot between them and soon they’re caught up in an intensely carnal relationship that neither can deny. But when Olivia’s life is threatened and Adam shows her just how dangerous he can be, will it be too much for the civilized psychologist to handle, or will she truly accept the man and win her hero’s heart?

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Primal Update

Hi all, well, I have some explaining to do, and I dearly hope you’ll be understanding.

It’s about Primal.

Primal was set to be the first full novel in my new Overwatch series. I was very excited about it because it’s not only is it the first time I’ve actually gone into something knowing I’m building a series, but it’s also my first real jump into indie publishing.

I did everything right. I got awesome cover art,(Thank you Syneca at Original Syn) booked promo and set up prep-orders everywhere. However, before I could get much of it written, things sort of went haywire in my personal life, and I’ve run right up to deadline to get Primal uploaded to Amazon.

Because Amazon requires authors upload their final book file ten days before the release date, or they will cancel the title completely, I had to get the final copy uploaded tonight. I did not make it. Primal is not ready for release tonight.

I had a choice to either upload something that wasn’t what I’d planned, and that I think would disappoint my readers, or push the release date at Amazon. I chose to push the Amazon Release date to October 24.

Amazon has send out an email to those that have pre-ordered the novel from them to inform them of the new release date. (October 24) And remind them that there is always the option to cancel that pre-order.

With that in mind, I want to remind everyone that All Romance eBooks also has the book up for pre-order, for the same price (99 cents) and it will be available there in Mobi, EPub and PDF formats on the original release date of October 14th.

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