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January 16, 2025
Baxter Learns to Save Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Baxter Learns to Save
Children's Book
Date Published: June 4, 2024
Baxter Learns to Save is a vibrant journey into the world of savings, investing, and diversifying, tailored to empower children with financial wisdom that's often missing in early education. Through the playful adventures of Baxter the Bunny and Hazel the Hedgehog, this book plants the seeds of financial literacy in young minds, showing them the importance of building a savings nest egg and the magic of making it grow.
Guided by the astute Wise Mr. Owl, our furry friends explore the forest's natural bounty, learning life-changing lessons about managing resources and ensuring a bountiful future for themselves and their forest friends.
This delightful story is not just a narrative; it's a foundational step towards securing a financially stable future for the next generation.
About the Author
Italia Tornabene, a self-made millionaire, author, serial entrepreneur, and savvy investor, shares her extraordinary life experiences.
From rubbing shoulders with elite individuals to her unconventional career as an exotic dancer and sex worker, Italia's journey is as captivating as it is inspiring.
Discover how she overcame hardships and built an empire through resilience and determination. Her story is empowering and empowering testament to the resilience inherent in us all, and she's thrilled to share her wisdom with everyone she encounters.
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January 15, 2025
Wednesday Sampler January 15 2025
Image by schotti highland from PixabayI have some splendid new stories for you to sample today. Come and get 'em!
Dark Hearts AflameDark Romantic Suspense
https://amberdaulton.com/2025/01/15/mfrwhooks-does-she-still-have-a-crush-on-me-dark-hearts-aflame-excerpt/
A drug lord on the run. A cartel princess in hiding. All it takes is a spark to set their world ablaze.
Echoes of the PastContemporary Romantic Suspense
https://irisblobel.com/mfrwhook15012025/
Her mistake had been to persist instead of leaving and closing the door on their short chapter.
FlawlessHistorical Romantic Suspense (World War II)
https://www.janarichards.com/post/mfrwhooks-book-hooks-ww2-romantic-suspense-flawless
France, 1942. The world is at war. The Nazis have stolen the infamous blue diamond, Le Coeur Bleu, intending to barter it for weapons that will destroy the Allies. Jewel thief Hunter Smith is given a choice; help the French Resistance steal back the diamond and avenge the death of his best friend, or stay locked up in an English prison. He chooses revenge.
Rajasthani MoonSteampunk Shifter BDSM Romance
https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2025/01/what-surprise-gun-instead-of-promised.html
A bandit prince cursed into beast form under the full moon.
A brilliant but sadistic Rajah whose robotic sex toys mingle torture and delight.
A voluptuous spy on a mission from Her Majesty, tasked with discovering Rajasthan’s secrets.
She has never faced such a challenge.
Refuge From the WorldDystopian
https://kimmcmahill.blogspot.com/2025/01/sanctuary-of-hope-in-world-on-brink.html
In the heart of Beartooth, life was simple—until the world began to change.
Surrender LoveM/M Sci-Fi Rock Star Romance
https://kayelleallen.com/abi-sl-earring/
In this scene from Surrender Love, Izzorah is on the run. He's the drummer for a famous rock band, but he terrified of heights -- with a capital T. When the group entered into the Nizamrak Building, tallest on the planet, Izzorah took two big steps back and ran. Now he's trying to figure out where he is, which is difficult, because he can't focus on anything farther away than his own fingertips.
Waltz Before MidnightHistorical Romance (19th Century)
https://julidrevezzo.com/2025/01/15/you-are-the-queens-hunter-enemiestolovers-mfrwhooks/
Cindaria and her sister have sneaked away to a ball, out from under their evil stepmother’s eye, and Cindaria has been engaged in a dance with her “prince”–or in his case, brother to an earl.
Warrior's GraceHistorical Romance (Victorian)
https://kate-hill.com/blog/?p=11210
Max is in the bath. Grace has just dumped over his head a bowl of ice (now mostly melted) intended for his bruised ribs. As usual, his attitude had annoyed her.
Yay...I Love to Learn Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children's Book
Date Published: July 23, 2024
Another wonderful rhyming Childrens story from Mr. B about the value of learning at school, home or with family and friends...Yay. The thirteen rhymes and and magical illustrations bring excitement and fun to the importance of learning, listening, paying full attention and the importance of asking questions with every learning experience. Like Mr. B's first first three books, Yay...It's My First Day of School, Happy Makes Me Happy and Twins With Love x2 your hearts will smile.
About the Author
Mr. B
Happy Makes Me Happy
Amazon Best Selling Children's Book Author
Mike Barnes is a semi-retired new author whose passion for writing came to fruition upon his retirement from 38 years of authentic servant leadership.
As a father and grandfather, Mike was reading to his twin granddaughters and decided to unleash his passion for writing children’s books with rhyming stories about love, care, and kindness.
In addition to Happy Makes Me Happy, Mike has a second book Twins With Love x2 and a third book, YAY… It’s My First Day of School coming this year.
Mike also recently started Barnes Leadership and Strategy Coaching whereby he has been a keynote speaker on Authentic Servant Leadership Hardwired to the Heart.
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January 14, 2025
Mormo and More: Project 60 Week 2 #MFRWHooks
This book does not have a cover yet. It is an ongoing project. The following is my potential blurb.
**Sixty: A Journey of Healing and Self-Discovery**
At sixty, the world seems like a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and shadowy memories, intertwining the beauty of lived experience with the weight of past trauma. In Sixty, a deeply personal memoir and guided workbook, a former nurse shares her profound journey through the valleys of mental illness, eating disorders, and the complexities of living with a disability.
With grace and candor…
Oh, hell, let’s get real.
With rage and snark tempered by compassion and empathy, Cara H, AKA Ornery Owl, unveils the raw truth about an often painful life. She offers essays that capture the pain of abuse, betrayal, and self-loathing with the healing power of self-expression. Each chapter includes heartfelt reflections and incorporates art therapy and other creative prompts to encourage readers to explore their own stories and emotions. This book invites you to embrace vulnerability, fostering a safe space for creativity and healing through journaling.
As you navigate Sixty, you'll find relatable struggles, insightful encouragement, and practical tools to help you face your own hurdles. This is not just a memoir—it's a companion for those seeking solace, empowerment, and inspiration amid life’s challenges. Whether you are facing challenges of your own or supporting someone else's fight, Sixty will resonate deeply with you, demonstrating that despite our scars, we can rediscover our strength and take back our narrative.
Join Ornery Owl on this transformative journey toward healing and self-acceptance and unlock the creative potential within you. Because every life, no matter how challenging, is a canvas waiting to be painted and a story waiting to be told.
Content Warning:
This post contains plentiful profanity. If you prefer not to partake in profanity, please pass on perusing the post.
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January2, 2025Guess fucking who! That’s right, it’s me at onethirty in the fucking morning. Oh, and don’t forget my ass. Icertainly can’t.
I’m on gabapentin, methocarbamol,methylprednisolone, and I even took an oxycodone. Guess what, myfucking ass still hurts.
I’ve been researching options. I think I’ll askthe pain clinic bunch to refer me to imaging, PT, and the spineclinic.
If this damn medication at least got me high orsomething, it might be tolerable. But nope, the pain is so bad it’sjust me sitting here with my miserable ass cheek screaming at me.
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The remainder of the post contains writing exercises and prompts, character studies, and even a link to a free story. You can find the full post on Substack or Odysee. As a reminder, each post is free to the public for a week, after which time it is placed behind a paywall. It will be available to paid subscribers on my Substack and for 225 LBC on Odysee.
You can find the links to access the posts and get your free copy of Nyarlathotep's Journey here.
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Maddog Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Black Reign MC (#10)
Motorcycle Club Romance
Date Published: 1/17/25
Who knew we’d get ambushed by the cartel on our way to a village deep in the Amazon jungle?
Holly: I was sick as a kid. Leukemia. Felt like someone always had to drop everything to take care of me. Hate being dependent on people now, so I try to do everything myself. When my best friend takes up with a creep and won’t believe me when I tell her something’s not right with the man, I decide it’s safer (for her) if I go with her on a trip to Columbia he’s organizing. Bad news: I’m right. Fortunately the most annoying man I’ve ever come to count on thinks it’s his job to rescue me. This time, I might just let him. And that’s where the trouble starts…
Jax: I’ve known Holly nearly all her life. I’ve been her protector and the person she wants most when things go horribly wrong, which they do, more often than not. To say we have a contentious relationship is an understatement. I put a claim on Holly she never accepted, but it’s time to force the issue. Not because she doesn’t love me. Because she’s afraid history is doomed to repeat itself. She’s wrong. I’ll always come for her when she needs me. Like it or not, Holly’s more than my responsibility. No matter the cost, she’s mine.
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Jax
“Let me get this straight.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off the headache threatening to split my skull open. Funny how that worked when I talked to Holly. “You’re voluntarily going to a country with a level four travel advisory. Unarmed. With a bunch of college students. With no security to speak of. Have I got that right?” I tried to keep my voice low and even, to fight my way through the rage that she’d be so cavalier with her life.
“Sweet God, could you be a bigger buzzkill.” Holly, ever the little ray of sarcastic sunshine, sounded like she was exasperated with me. Or, quite possibly, like she thought I was being unreasonable.
“Answer the question, Holly.” If I let her distract me, she’d talk her way around my directness and hang up before I could forbid her from going. Not that it was going to help. Holly always did what she wanted. Usually, only her mother was able to talk sense into her.
“You do realize you’re not the boss of me. Right?”
“I realize that, when you’re considering putting your life in danger for no good fuckin’ reason, someone has to rein you in. I’m surprised Wrath even considered letting you go, much less given his blessing.” The silence on the other end was deafening. “You didn’t tell him.” It wasn’t a question.
“Again, not your business, Jax. This is my life and I’m living it. If I get into trouble, I’ll accept the consequences.”
“Even if it cost you your life?” I tried to go for a matter-of-fact tone, but my words came out a low growl.
“Even if it cost me my life.”
Neither of us spoke for long moments, the silence so long I was afraid the call had dropped. Then she sighed.
“Look, Jax. I’ve got a sat phone. Even if there’s no cell coverage where we’re at, Shotgun will be able to see where I am. He and Esther are great with that shit. If we get into trouble, I can call him. They can either send someone to come get me, or let me work it out myself. I’m only agreeing to any of this so my mom doesn’t worry.”
“Did you at least tell Celeste? Because I don’t see your mother letting you do something like this at all.”
“No one lets me do anything, Jax.” Her tone was hard and firm. She was barely out of her teens yet I’d never met anyone more firmly in control of her life. Which was to say she lived in utter chaos most of the time and that was exactly the way she liked it. “But yes. I told her what I was doing. She’s not happy about it, but she knows she can’t talk me out of it.”
“Did you ever stop to think how your mother and father would feel if you got hurt or killed? I realize it could happen anywhere, but by going to Columbia increases those chances exponentially over anywhere in the U.S. She almost lost you once and gave everything she had to keep you alive. Don’t you think you’re being incredibly selfish?” I winced. Yeah, this wasn’t my finest moment. Had I been trying to push her away I couldn’t have done a better job.
“Go fuck yourself, Jax.” She disconnected the call.
“Motherfuck!” I hissed the expletive under my breath. I knew better. I fucking knew better. The best way to get Holly to do anything other than what you wanted her to do, was to tell her she had to do it. Pushing her into doing what you wanted was even worse. Trying to lay a guilt trip on her? Yeah. I’d just guaranteed Holly was heading straight to Columbia on a humanitarian aid expedition.
I pressed her contact and waited for her to answer the Facetime call. She let it go to voicemail once so I tried again. She picked up this time and… yeah. She hated me right now.
“Got nothin’ else to say to you, asshole.” I recognized that mulish look on her face. She thought I was going to try to talk her out of going again, but I knew better than that.
“Can you give me two days, Holly? Two days and I’ll go with you. You can still do what you do with your college friends, but I can make sure you’re safe.”
“We’ve got plenty of security. There’s no need for that.”
“Holly. Two days.”
She shrugged one delicate shoulder, a look of indifference and disinterest on her face. “Sorry, Jax. I don’t make the schedule. Plane leaves tomorrow morning at six.”
I wanted to throttle the younger woman. She was constantly bucking me, doing exactly the opposite of what I wanted her to do. To be fair, I was twelve years older than she was and had decided she’d be mine long before I should have. I’d been sixteen when she came to the compound with Wrath and Celeste. She’d been a precocious but sickly child of four. She’d survived leukemia like a champ, never letting anything get to her. No matter how sick I’d seen her get from the chemo, the girl had no quit in her. I knew because I’d been with her for the last few treatments. Which she’d not appreciated. I’d insisted because she’d been so mad at me she hadn’t focused on all the needles and unpleasantness. I’d been happy to take her wrath then, even if what remained of the kid in me had been slightly hurt that she hadn’t accepted me as her protector.
Even when she was so young, I’d been drawn to her. She was this little pixie who’d absolutely cut you if you displeased her but needed someone looking after her. I’d taken that task on my own, growing into a man protecting the girl until she’d started becoming a woman. The plain truth was, it scared me the first time I caught sight of her in a bikini at the pool. Freaked me the absolute fuck out. Once I’d come to terms with my feelings for Holly, I’d inserted myself into her life but kept playing the part of mean and annoying older brother. Why? Because I knew if she learned to stand up to me, she always would. And if she could stand up to me, she could stand up to anyone.
“Holly, I’m half the fuckin’ world away right now. All I’m asking for is two fuckin’ days. It’s the right thing to do and you know it. I may be a bastard, but I would never let anything happen to you.”
Her expression didn’t change. “I don’t need your protection, Jax. Shotgun and Esther have my back. I’ll be fine. Besides, the father of one of the students going is a senator. They always have security.”
“And their priority will be the senator’s kid. They won’t give two shits about you or the others.”
“And if you were with me, you’d give a shit about the others?” Oh, the sarcasm was strong with this one…
“Of course not. But I’d care about you. I’d be the one protecting you and I’d do it with my life.”
She snorted, scowling at me over the video. “Dramatic much?”
“Holly --”
“No. You listen to me! Nothing’s going to happen. And if it does, I’ll deal. I don’t want or need your help, Jax.”
“You’re wrong there, baby. You need all my help you can get. But I’m telling you right now, if you don’t wait for me, when I find you, I will turn you over my knee and blister your bare ass until you don’t sit for a fuckin’ week.”
Oh, that got her attention.
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.
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The Prince New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: The Prince
Series: Princes of Toval, Book Two
Author: Mell Eight
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 01/14/2025
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 45800
Genre: Fantasy, MM Romance, nonexplicit, royalty, soldiers, politics, magic, magic-user, spies, coup
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DescriptionCaptured as a prisoner of war, Prince Clament expects rough treatment. However, the extent of torment he endures is beyond even his expectations. When Prince Braxton frees him, Clament knows it's only a farce meant to coerce him into finally spilling all his country's secrets. Except, despite all his efforts—magical and common—Clament finds himself helplessly drawn to Braxton, wishing he could believe the tantalizing promises Braxton makes.Unfortunately, the war continues to be fought. When the ongoing battle spills into Clament's healing ward, resisting Braxton takes a backseat to simple survival. And yet, Clament knows he must make a terrible decision: believe in Braxton and betray his country, or betray Braxton and possibly get him killed. That is, assuming Clament is allowed to live long enough first.ExcerptThe Prince Mell Eight © 2025All Rights Reserved Prologue Prince Clament of the country of Namin walked through the campsite on the shores of Lake Estaral only half listening to the mercenary captain bitching in his ear about how long they had been left to wait with dwindling supplies. He tried to keep the sneer twisting his lips in place, but all he really wanted was to roll his eyes and go back to his own campsite where he could get some sleep. He really, really didn’t want to be here.The whole plot was a harebrained idea doomed to failure, but no one back in Namin had wanted to hear Clament’s opinion. Instead, they had assigned him to lead these sorry excuses for mercenaries.
The plan was simple: the mercenaries would descend from the Spikehorn Mountains into the lush northern farmland in the foothills less than a day’s ride from here, where they would pillage the local villages into oblivion. The country of Toval, within whose borders those villages were located, would be forced to respond to protect their people by sending a large military contingent to repel the mercenaries. The military would be focused on rescuing the people and on rebuilding whatever was left of the villages. While Toval was distracted by what was happening in their north, Namin planned to invade in the south, using their forces to establish a new border where Namin could claim the land in those even lusher foothills.
There was no damned way such a moronic plan would work.A glance around at the maybe two hundred mercenaries in the camp told Clament exactly how poorly the plan was going to go. Not a single mercenary had a properly maintained set of armor or weapons. Also, none of them would be particularly pleased with the idea of having to work together and split the spoils.Assuming the mercenaries even agreed to participate—rather than just cutting their losses and heading out to find a better job—Clament knew what would actually happen. Should this ragtag group descend into Toval’s northern farmland, the result was very likely going to be the exact opposite of Namin’s grand, hairbrained plan: the mercenaries would attack and pillage the villages and Toval would respond.
If Namin was lucky, Toval might send one full contingent of forces in response. A full contingent was probably overkill to defeat the mercenaries, if Clament was being honest. The rest of Toval’s large and extremely well-trained army would remain in full readiness, completely able to respond to an incursion in the south.Clament would probably be killed by Toval’s forces in the battle, which, in hindsight, might explain why he was sent to lead the mercenary part of the plan. A convenient way of getting rid of him—having Toval remove his head. Clament would go from the hated bastard prince to a martyr killed by the great enemy of Toval, a dead figurehead used to unify the people of Namin under the king’s call to arms. He was much more useful to Namin dead than alive, for this part of their grand plan, at least.
Two soldiers held open the flaps of the command tent as Clament ducked the low awning and stepped inside. The complaining mercenary captain followed, his mouth still running with yet more complaints.
One by one the rest of the captains entered, each of them scowling and trying to look more intimidating than the others. Clament tried to out sneer them, in hopes that acting haughty would convince them to obey his orders.
Last of all came the captain wearing the red patch on his piecemeal leather armor, denoting he was in charge of the Blood Lions. He ducked into the tent and looked up, immediately catching Clament’s eyes.Prince Fenwick of Toval, Commander of His Majesty’s Royal Forces. Clament recognized him immediately.And then all hell broke loose.*
Clament hadn’t bothered counting the days since Toval had captured him; since Fenwick’s pet chef had interfered and ruined the doomed-to-failure plot before it could even be implemented. Clament’s hands were tied to the pommel of his horse’s saddle, and his legs tied to the stirrups. One of the soldiers guarding him held the reins. Clament couldn’t go anywhere. He couldn’t even lift his hands to wipe away the deluge of rain dripping down his face.
They finally reached a fork in the road. The majority of the royal forces went left, while Clament and his cadre of guards took the righthand path. Not too much later, they arrived at a gate set into a thick wall. The momentary reprieve from the rain as they went through the long tunnel under the wall was the only good thing he could remember happening in a very long time. Unfortunately, they emerged into a courtyard soon after and the rain resumed.
The guards cut him free and hauled him down from the saddle, then they frog-marched him across the courtyard, two guards, one on each side, gripping Clament’s arms. They walked for quite a few minutes, following the outside wall of what Clament wanted to assume was the palace of Etoval, the capital city of Toval and the royal seat, until they reached a nondescript door with a very heavy-looking lock.
One of the guards banged on the door. Even over the dripping, pounding rain, the heavy thunk of a bar being removed, the rattle of a thick chain, and then the thud as the lock was turned was perfectly audible. Someone pushed the door open from the inside and his guards marched Clament into the building.
Clament dripped onto the gray flagstones for a few long seconds, taking in the narrow room. A sturdy chair sat off to one side, and the room was barely big enough for it. A second door with an equally large lock was across from the chair, and the guard who had opened the first door pounded on it.
Another thunk, rattle, thud, and the second door swung open, revealing yet another guard and a long flight of stairs heading downward. A third door that must be the access route directly from within the palace was to the left, but Clament’s two guards took him down the stairs, which had two landings as it switched directions on the descent.At the bottom was a dimly lit hallway of more gray flagstone floors. Six barred doors dotted the walls, three on each side.
The guards took him to the farthest door on the right, pushing him inside and slamming the door shut behind him.Clament was, thankfully, finally left alone. He reveled in the peace of it—of not being tied to another person when he wasn’t tied to a horse—and took stock of his surroundings. The place wasn’t cold, which was a small mercy since he left behind a puddle as he walked forward. A hard, wooden bedframe with a thin mattress and thinner blanket was set to the left, a hole in the floor in the back right corner was his latrine, and that was it. No window, no chairs, no obvious light fixtures. Nothing except the blanket and bed and pit.
Footsteps echoed down the hall. Clament turned to face the door, and a moment later, a new face appeared. Light brown hair and intense hazel eyes set in a face that would have been handsome if not for the stern scowl currently twisting his full lips—Prince Braxton of Toval, officially a captain in the palace guard, but Clament knew better. Braxton was the kingdom’s spymaster and chief of all that happened in the dark and dank corners of the world. If he was here, it meant the king thought Clament had useful information, no doubt for their endless fight with Namin.
“You know who I am,” Braxton began, his voice powerful but not too deep. He didn’t mince words or try to pretend to be something he wasn’t, or to be after something else. Clament respected that, even if it was in regard to the person on the other side of a barred and locked door. “You know what I want. Are you ready to talk?”
Clament only glared in response. He might not be liked by his family, but he wasn’t a traitor. Braxton was going to have to wait a very long time to get any answers out of him.
“Very well,” Braxton continued, shrugging. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts for now, but I will return later. Perhaps you’ll be in a better mood for talking then.”
He left and blissful silence returned, but only momentarily. Enough time had passed for Braxton to have left the dungeon when Clament heard footsteps again. Two of the guards who had been with Braxton walked into view outside the bars, both of them grinning, their eyes shining with glee.
“You heard our dear prince,” one of the guards said, his tone singsong with happiness. He pulled out a key ring and unlocked the cell door, pushing it open and stepping inside before relocking the door behind him. “He wants you to talk. We’re here to convince you.”
The smile grew and the guard clenched his fingers into a fist hard enough to make the knuckles crack.Clament closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. So much for Braxton’s veneer of civilization. Well, it wasn’t like Clament hadn’t been beaten before, and at least this guard didn’t know all his weak points like his so-called brother. Still, Clament braced himself for what was to come. The best defense was offense, so he reopened his eyes and glared, hoping this wouldn’t be too bad.PurchaseNineStar Press | Books2Read
Meet the AuthorWhen Mell Eight was in high school, she discovered dragons. Beautiful, wondrous creatures that took her on epic adventures both to faraway lands and on journeys of the heart. Mell wanted to create dragons of her own, so she put pen to paper. Mell Eight is now known for her own soaring dragons, as well as for other wonderful characters dancing across the pages of her books. While she mostly writes paranormal or fantasy stories, she has been seen exploring the real world once or twice.Website | Facebook | TwitterGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $50.00 NineStar Press Gift Code!a Rafflecopter giveaway
January 13, 2025
The Vigilante Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Vigilante Justice / Thriller
Date Published: February 18, 2024
Publisher: Peifer House Publishing
James Greaney is an Irish American combat veteran who leads a force against evil.
He must protect the innocent and suppress and punish criminals.
Government authorities and law enforcement agencies were inadequate and had allowed a crime wave to plague communities across the Nation. James was forced to act without due process or the rule of law.
He became the Vigilante.
About the Author
James Peifer is a retired business-owner from Silicon Valley.
He was an Army Captain and a combat veteran of the Vietnam War.
He lives in Napa, California.
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January 12, 2025
Mormo and More: Project 60, Week 2
The second week of Project Sixty is available free until January 19th. It includes a link to a free copy of Nyarlathotep's Journey, the novelette that reveals the origin story of Nyarlathotep's daughter, Yadira.
You can read the post on the Naughty Netherworld Press Substack and/or download the PDF from Odysee.
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Wild Ones New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Wild Ones
Author: Zoey Daniels
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Action Adventure, Box Sets, Futuristic, New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Sci-Fi , Suspense, Wildest West
Themes: Age Gap (Older Woman), Alien Encounters, Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Multiple Partners, Shapeshifters, Werewolves & Wolf Shifters
Series: Wild Ones (#5)
Book Length: Box Set
Page Count: 167
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Four women choose to homestead on lunar colony Leman in search of new beginnings. They're in for a wild ride!
A pair of shapeshifting wolves have adopted Lainey's new farm on the agri-moon Leman as their home. Though wild, winning their favor is considered lucky. They have a sense of sexuality that other women would pay anything to taste. And they've chosen her. Lainey's not crying wolf. She's crying "God, yes, harder!"
Bold, independent, and free, Callie's worked hard to become the best courier on Leman. And she's not the only one to notice. Two stallions shadow her every move. They may be young, but these native shapeshifters are as adventurous as Callie, and they're set on proving they're old enough to handle her.
Some folks are victims. Some are survivors. Delia's not sure she believes the stories about Leman's beasts, animals who can take on man shape. But they believe in her -- and in what they've scented waiting under the armor she's plated around her heart. These two great cats plan to show their human cougar how much they appreciate what they see.
Rosemary, unofficial guardian of Leman, has waited -- patiently, and not so patiently -- in fierce hope of one day drawing the attention of the agri-moon's strange and wonderful animals who become men. But after her fortieth birthday, she's begun to doubt her dreams, and let her hopes drift away. Until, that is, she finds herself receiving an unexpected visitor. The first, in fact, of three...
Publisher's Note: This box setcontains the previously released novellas Prowl, Wild Horses, Purr, and Who? in the Wild Ones series.
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Wild Ones (Box Set)
Zoey Daniels
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Excerpt from Prowl
Lainey closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun. Had any sun on any world ever felt so fine? She thought not. Leman's sun caressed her skin as gently as an accomplished lover, but it was no weakling. Its rays burnished the world brown, carried forward over fields of gold in heated breaths of wind that reminded her of hot kisses traced down her body.
A fine world to live in. She'd like it here.
"It hits us all that way at first," Rosemary remarked. Lainey could hear the smile in her voice. "Don't ever get used to it. Then it'll lose most of its charm."
Lainey let her eyes drift open and let out a soft breath of satiated desires. She gazed across the gold and brown of the fields and unpaved roads, the green tops of trees already afire with the reds and golds of autumn. It was only natural to take her hat off and rest it not over her heart, but her hip, as a woman of her professional background might in a sign of respect.
"I don't ever plan to take this for granted," she said. She wished she could strip naked in the sensual warmth of this world and stretch herself out in the grass to let it saturate her through and through.
Rosemary chuckled; she had an infectious laugh and she was around the same age as Lainey. They'd probably led the same kinds of lives before they came here, to the world no man wanted and every woman dreamed of. Any woman with any sense, that was.
"Good," Rosemary said. "Let me check once more to be sure..." Proprietress of the small mercantile that was the only place one could buy supplies without traveling a few hundred kilometers in any direction -- not that that bothered Lainey -- she indicated they should get back to business by removing the stylus she'd tucked behind her ear and pointing it at her digital slate.
Lainey knew as well as Rosemary what she'd need and wouldn't need and that she hadn't forgotten a single thing on that list, but no harm in letting the woman do her job. She stood by with her hat at her hip, half-daydreaming through the double-check. "I have gold, not credits," she reminded Rosemary.
"Good. Gold spends; credits are almost worthless out here." Rosemary patted the side of the wagon. "Right, then. I'll go total up your bill."
Politeness, that. Lainey watched Rosemary retreat inside the mercantile and approved of it. She'd have the bill already totted up on her tablet, of course, but it would have been bad manners indeed to stand by and watch a lady retrieve her money from its hiding place. Even if she likely already knew where that'd be after packing the sturdy farm wagon with everything from seeds to vegetable growth supplements to pitchforks and a tin washtub big enough for Lainey to stretch out in.
Homesteading on a new frontier or not, Lainey was stubborn enough and fond enough of her few creature comforts that she'd no plans to give up any time soon.
Though Lainey liked Rosemary just fine, she was glad enough to have the peace and quiet back to herself for a moment. She extended her arms wide, as if she'd embrace the heat from the sun, and let the golden light wash down over her, better than rain.
A slight scuffing sound broke the silence that'd fallen. Not much of a noise, but Lainey's ears were sharp and some training lasted throughout a lifetime. She could tell even without looking that whoever had come visiting wasn't Rosemary, nor any of the other women settlers she had a nodding acquaintance with.
No, this was a Man. Lainey could smell the musk, wilder than most of the polished rich boys she'd dealt with once as mistress and madam in turn, before selling off all that hubris and heading out here to make her way, by her choice.
Not just a man, Lainey's senses told her. A strong man, one who walked with the confidence of a fellow who had no fear of anything, but who stopped far enough away to show her he meant no harm. And -- she cocked her head, intrigued -- another man, not far behind him.
She wasn't afraid of them; they'd given her no reason. Lainey let her eyes drift open and got her first look at this pair from between the sweeping curtain of her eyelashes.
Oh my. Lainey's skin heated from more than the baking warmth of the planet. These were a fine pair to look at, weren't they? One tall and rangy, dark hair clinging to his forehead, cheeks and nape; the other slighter and fairer and springier of step. Both had smiles broad and white enough to rival the sun and the moons, and stood close enough to reach out and touch if she wanted. Teasing her, just a little, by being that close and no closer.
There were no men this far West, not that Lainey knew of. Some fishermen still lived along the coastlines, but not one man who'd come inland to ranch or farm had managed to stay. Bully boys, most of those, or so she'd heard, and it seemed like the land had taken objection to them. Might be a story made up to scare folks, might not be, but for whatever reason, the men had left these prime ranch lands. Left them for women fool enough to try to tame them. And try they had. Leman liked women. Liked them fine. Her sun and moons were kind to the ladies, and they treated her as best as they could in return.
But one look at this pair and Lainey knew down in her gut that while this planet might be kind to the female strangers who'd colonized her... it loved these men without rhyme or reason. They were the sun and moons, somehow.
Lainey couldn't help smiling at that pair. Five seconds' worth of acquaintance or not, they brought it out in her. "Now if you aren't a treat," she said. "Something I can help you with?"
The men glanced at one another, communicating silently in the way long-time friends sometimes developed. A quirk of the eyebrow and the tilt of a wicked grin spoke volumes.
Laughing, the taller jostled the smaller aside. He had a strange laugh, one that made Lainey sit up and take notice. Something between a rumble and a ruff, ruff, ruff. Not unpleasant to hear, Lord no. Quite the contrary. Gave her a pleasant sensation of warmth in her belly not unlike the sun on her skin. It belonged here, same as they did even if they weren't supposed to.
Curiouser and curiouser.
"Need help?" the taller asked, gesturing toward Lainey's loaded wagon. "I Asher. No. I... am, yes, I am Asher. He is Russ. You have long road back to cabin. We help you."
Lainey's eyebrows lifted, despite her years of training. Not supposed to be here and didn't speak the language? Call her intrigued, yes ma'am.
And... they knew where she lived. Lainey figured she ought to be more alarmed about that, but so help her, she couldn't be. She didn't believe these two would hurt her, but if they tried? She had a rifle in the wagon, and she knew how to use it.
The taller took one half-step closer, his shorter companion jostling him in play as he followed. "Help with more than this," the tall man murmured. He reached to touch her face, taking clear care not to startle her but not about to be denied. His fingertips were rough, as tough as paw pads, but his touch was gentle. Almost worshipful.
Lainey's lips parted. So help her if she didn't want to promise them anything for the pleasure of their company. It made her laugh. The shoe was on the other foot now, wasn't it? Good thing for her she liked the fit of it just fine.
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Date Published: March 13, 2023
Publisher: MindStir Media
This wonderful rhyming story about two little girls born as twins and the magic of that special bond and their magnetic love that lasts forever. Whether together or apart, they can see, sense, and feel each other's feelings hardwired to their hearts. The colorful illustrations bring a unique feeling of love, care, and kindness.
Mr. B's Books by Michael Barnes - Rhyming books that teach kindness and compassion, making the world a happier place.
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Mr. B
Happy Makes Me Happy
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Mike Barnes is a semi-retired new author whose passion for writing came to fruition upon his retirement from 38 years of authentic servant leadership.
As a father and grandfather, Mike was reading to his twin granddaughters and decided to unleash his passion for writing children’s books with rhyming stories about love, care, and kindness.
In addition to Happy Makes Me Happy, Mike has a second book Twins With Love x2 and a third book, YAY… It’s My First Day of School coming this year.
Mike also recently started Barnes Leadership and Strategy Coaching whereby he has been a keynote speaker on Authentic Servant Leadership Hardwired to the Heart.
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