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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.
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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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Copyright ©2025 Zoey Daniels
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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January 10, 2025
Twins With Love x2 Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children's Book
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.
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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Decoding Men Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Decoding Men: Understanding, Attracting and Keeping the Right Man (Italia's books)
Nonfiction
Date Published: May 19, 2024
Curious about what truly drives men? In "Decoding Men: Understanding, Attracting, and Keeping the Right Man," Italia Tornabene unveils the secrets to understanding and connecting with men, drawing from her unique 15-year experience as a high-profile companion. This insightful guide categorizes men into distinct types, such as The Player, The Provider, The Commitment-Phobe, and The Romantic.
Italia deep dives into each type's unique traits, motivations, and behaviors, providing practical strategies for effectively engaging and building lasting relationships. Whether you aim to enhance your current relationship or attract the right partner, "Decoding Men" offers invaluable insights and actionable advice. Addressing complex issues like infidelity, communication barriers, and maintaining passion in long-term relationships, Italia shares techniques for reading body language, interpreting verbal cues, and fostering open, honest dialogues to build mutual trust and understanding.
Empower yourself with the knowledge to navigate the intricacies of male behavior and relationship dynamics. With Italia's expert guidance, you'll gain the confidence to attract, understand, and keep the right man in your life. Discover the transformative power of "Decoding Men" and start building the fulfilling relationships you deserve.
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 9, 2025
The Boy Who Could Smell Warming Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Children's Book
Date Published: July 22, 2024
Publisher: MindStir Media
There was always something exceptional and different about ten-year-old Reuben Otis O'Brien, but no one, including Reuben Otis himself, can figure out quite what it is. All that he knows is that he can smell something very strange that no one else can, and sometimes it makes him sick.
The Boy Who Could Smell Warming is the story of Reuben Otis's quest to discover his special ability and its purpose. Since, as he describes himself, Reuben Otis is a "nerd in a cool guy's body," he does his own scientific investigation and finds out that he possesses a very unusual superpower which is vital for the whole world and will make him a true superhero. As he starts to use his superpower with the help of his family and two neighborhood friends, he learns he can change things vital to his hometown and to the entire planet. This gives Reuben Otis a newfound pride and a whole new direction to his life.
About the Author
Patrick Fleming, M.Div., L.C.S.W., C.S.A.T. is a psychotherapist and spiritual coach in a private practice in St. Louis, MO, Double Rainbow Counseling, Coaching, and Consulting, with his wife, Suzanne Lauber-Fleming. He is the principal co-author, with his wife and other colleagues, of a trilogy of books on psycho-spiritual trauma recovery. He has also authored a number of articles on psychological, spiritual, recovery, and social issues for a variety of national and international publications As a psychotherapist, Patrick specializes in the treatment of abuse and trauma, sexual addiction and compulsivity, couple counseling, and the integration of spirituality and psychology. He has been a hospital chaplain, a hospice counselor and a psychotherapist for over thirty years.
In addition, Patrick, with his wife, Sue Lauber-Fleming, RN, MA, LCSW, has led numerous workshops and trainings nationally and internationally for survivors and the professionals that work with them, focusing on both the psychological and spiritual needs of those wounded by trauma and abuse. In addition to his healing work with survivors, Pat has worked for 18 years with Catholic priests and brothers, and other clergy who are perpetrators of clerical sexual abuse. He has also worked as a consultant to a variety of religious and mental health groups who work with survivors, addicts and perpetrators.
In addition, to the psychological training, education, and clinical experience Patrick also has extensive training, education, and pastoral experience in spirituality and the spiritual needs of those suffering emotionally and physically. His mission throughout his career has been to integrate the best of psychology with the depths of spirituality to facilitate greater healing and change.
January 8, 2025
Insecure Writers Support Group 8 January 2025
January 8 question - Describe someone you admired when you were a child. Did your opinion of that person change when you grew up?
I wouldn't be able to remember seeing the first run of the classic Batman TV show since I was born in 1965 and the show aired between 1966 and 1969. However, I did see the show in reruns in the early 1970s, and my little heart flipped for Burt Ward as Robin. Adam West as Batman was also handsome, but he was closer to my dad's age range and seemed more like he'd be a nice uncle figure. When I aged myself up to a cool young adult in my mind, Robin seemed like a perfect match.
Yes, I was a bit precocious, creating self-insert fan fiction in my head at such a tender age. I wouldn't start writing such until I was twelve years old. In any case, I was head over heels for Robin, who was young, eager, cool, brave, and fun. I spent many hours daydreaming about him and the young adult version of me doing cool action things, taking down the bad guys, and then going on a date where we would hold hands and maybe end the night with a kiss on the cheek. I was between six and ten years old when I was imagining this. My teenage hormones hadn't kicked in yet, encouraging me to write the most cringe-worthy erotic scenes imaginable.
Years later, I learned about Burt Ward, the actor who brought Robin to life. Sometimes heroes disappoint, but Burt did not. He's a genuinely good person who is involved with animal welfare causes. He's a businessman, husband, father, and actor.
Burt was friends with Adam West in real life and their affection for one another shone through in their performances. I also learned that Burt really put himself into the role of Robin. He ended up in the emergency room several times after doing his own stunts.
It's uplifting when a celebrity continues to be worthy of admiration after you learn the truth about them. Burt is truly worthy of his iconic status. He is a hero in his own right.
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Genuinely Converted Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Gospel Truth to Help You Fulfill God’s Plan for Your Life
Christian Nonfiction
Date Published: October 9, 2024
Publisher: WestBow Press
Many people who think or say they are Christians may not really be and may not even know it.
Genuinely Converted spells out the concrete, recognizable signs that someone is genuinely converted, which means their old life has passed away and a new person has emerged.
Christian conversion is at the heart of the all-important questions that many of us have, such as “Why are we here?” and “What happens to us after we die?”
While our Christ-centered relationship with God starts with conversion, we must continue on to discipleship which is growing in Christ and living for Christ.
After reading this book, you’ll know how to:
· define the meaning of true conversion;
· identify the signs of conversion;
· recognize false gospels being preached today;
· respond to the message of the true Gospel, and stir your life in the right direction;
· prepare for the Rapture, and avoid the Great Tribulation;
· avoid being a fake or apostate Christian;
· be a genuine, victorious pastor or minister of the gospel.
Dr. Nworie, pastor, counselor, theologian and educator, explains that experiencing genuine conversion is the only way to really live out God’s purpose for your life.
With this book steeped in biblical wisdom, get the answers you need to fulfill your purpose on earth and prepare for the inevitable end God’s Word clearly talks about. The Gospel truth packed inside this book is indispensable for the present and future life of every person or priest. You won’t be the same after reading this book.
Genuinely Converted uses God’s Word to guide you to fulfill God’s plan for your life, be properly focused, reduce your stress, and prepare for heaven.
About the Author
Ben Nworie, Ph.D., M.Div., M.A., is the founding pastor of a Baptist Church in North Dallas, Texas, and the founding pastor of three Anglican Churches in California. As pastor, theologian, youth minister, counselor, and undefeated coach, he has trained dozens of church leaders and guided many people to genuine Christianity. He was a college faculty for over three decades. In California, Dr. Ben Nworie served as Education Professor at Biola University, and Azusa Pacific University (APU). At APU, he also served as Director of the Office of Faith Integration. He and his wife, Olive, currently live in Atlanta, Georgia.
Icarus Rising New Release Blitz #IndiGo
Title: Icarus Rising
Series: Motherboards & Magic (#2)
Author: Stephanie Burke & Areana Senoj
Publisher: Changeling Press LLC
Release Date: January 3, 2025
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Length: 125 pages
Genre: Action Adventure, Futuristic, New Releases, Sci-Fi , Suspense
Themes: Alien Encounters, Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Cyber-Punk, Gay, Hentai, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism
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SynopsisDark clouds are gathering. Icarus is the light at the end of the tunnel. And in his wake: Chaos.
Even though dark clouds gather in the distance, Asher, Vers, and Korya start to see the light at the end of the tunnel. That “Light” is named Icarus, and with him comes chaos. Even as the trio’s immediate problem is solved, more people are out to get them.
With danger at every turn, they can only depend on each other. Who is this mysterious alien called Icarus? Is he there to help protect them from the DPL or are they about to become victims of an insidious plot to end the planet? Either way, the friction is burning as they take one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of Asher’s parents’ death, and what the DPL is hiding.
ExcerptIcarus Rising (Motherboards & Magic 2)Stephanie Burke & Areana SenojAll rights reserved.Copyright ©2024 Stephanie Burke & Areana SenojTO THE INDIVIDUAL WITH THE GOLDEN BLOOD:
WHOEVER IS THE RH NULL,
I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
WE HAVE ISSUES TO DISCUSS THAT ARE PARAMOUNT TO THE PROTECTION OF THIS PLANET.
MEET ME AT THE SAHARA, LAS VEGAS
THE ALEXANDRIA SUITE (OF COURSE)
Even on second reading, the message made no sense to Korya. “Okay, what the fuck?”
Vers immediately pulled up Korya’s keyboard and began a trace. “You might want to get the boss,” Vers snapped, eyes intent as zis four-fingered hands flew over the keyboard. “I can’t find any trace, or even how they broke through your firewall.”
Korya, not needing to be told twice, spun on her pink fuzzy slippers and raced to the bathroom. “Asher!” she called out as she swung the door open and… froze.
Asher stood before her, absently toweling his waist-length hair, completely and utterly naked as the day he was born. His long hair flowed in inky waves down his back, the ends, dyed a lighter blue, drawing her attention for a moment before her gaze returned to his… other attributes. Oh, every creator god that ever existed, was that dick real?
But then her focus shifted back to his face and questioning look. His head tilted to the side, his cybernetic eye flared wide blue before a silver line overtook the red bar that had been there since he received news about his parents.
Her gaze wandered again, trailing over his golden skin, noting how soft and supple it looked, then back to his heart-shaped face -- and down his neck. Even though he was breathing and swallowing normally, she didn’t notice his neck muscles constrict.
“Korya?” His voice box looked off, like it didn’t move naturally.
Her attention then traveled to his right arm, muscular and powerful looking as he rubbed at his scalp. His other hand let go of his fall of hair to rest on his hips as he adjusted his stance, then shifted his weight on his legs. And that was where the jaw-dropping confusion reasserted itself in Korya’s brain.
His left arm and hand were a strange, steel gray with what looked like swirls of silver. It covered his left arm from the shoulder down to his fingertips and both legs. The water flowed along the metal muscles that looked and moved as natural as flesh but strangely was not. Fuck. She’d forgotten that he had lost both of his legs and one arm…
But… how? If not for the color and the too graceful and smooth movements of his body, she would have totally forgotten the greater portion of his physiology was cybernetic.
But what beautiful technology, she decided as she tracked the shifting movements under the metallic skin of his thick thighs, down to his toes flexing on her shower mat, and then back up to his calves.
Her new boss was metal… well, mostly. Her gaze darted back up to his left shoulder where she would be damned if she could even see how the flesh attached to the metal. It was a smooth, seamless transition. Only the fact that the golden flesh tones of his skin faded into the stark steel-gray metal gave away his android leanings.
But damn, each muscle was defined and sculpted beautifully. Her gaze dropped to his hips where his perfect Adonis belt melded into metal in a beautiful flow that only the world’s best artists or poets could do it the most justice.
“There are veins!” she all but shouted as she moved closer, dropping to her knees and reaching out a tentative hand for the closest thigh.
She didn’t even notice his flinch, only that he stepped back a bit and stared down at her, his confused look turning incredulous as she got a closer look at what so fascinated her.
Truly, Asher would be flattered but he knew her fascination had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the hardware he sported.
“Can I help you?” he asked as she looked up at him, flushed bright red, and pulled her hand back.
“Uh… I mean… did this hurt?” Then she winced, thinking her previous question the most stupid that had ever fallen out of her mouth. “That was a dumb question. Of course, it hurt. How in the galaxy did they manage… I mean the seams are nonexistent. And you look so real…”
“Yeah, just like a real boy.” His tone was pissy at best, but he really didn’t care. There was a woman kneeling at his feet and reaching for parts of his body that only he and his many varied doctors… okay. He really didn’t care who was staring at him, any parts of him. His shame had died a hard death when they had to lift his dick for him to take a piss. The legs came first, after all, and over time they’d built the graphene skeleton for his left arm and replace the pulverized bones in his right. The legs were an easy build and began to look more and more human as the augmentation therapy advanced, but the arms… He remembered standing under the water of a hot shower for the first time in months when they finally got his legs attached and healed… and the complete humiliation of someone having to scrub between his butt cheeks after every time he took a shit when they finally allowed him solid foods. They were kind enough to do scar removal from the colostomy bag but by that time, he had been poked, prodded, scanned, examined, and touched on every part of his body, intimate or not. A female on her knees before him while he was naked was something he’d experienced several times before. Someone who was neither a medical nor scientific doctor touching him and without his consent, however…
“Did you need something, really, or is this just a thing you do? If it is, I’m sure Vers will be more amenable --”
“I’m sorry.” Korya moaned, slapping both hands over her eyes and lowering her head, giggling nervously.
No, not nervously -- more like she was shocked by her actions. But not too shocked, because yes, that was her, parting some fingers to get another look at his junk… or… what was she staring at?Purchase at Changeling Press LLC
Meet the AuthorsStephanie Burke
Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.
From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.
Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.
Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.
Facebook | TwitterAreana SenojAreana Senoj is a multi-genre writer of erotic romance, paranormal, and sci-fi fantasy fiction. She’s been an actress, singer, dancer, educator, and, briefly, a stay-at-home “tennis, soccer, and band mom,” as well as a small business entrepreneur. Now she’s enjoying a new career living life as a full-time writer. She’s thrilled to join Changeling Press, where she's teamed up with USA Today Best Selling Author Stephanie Burke, co-authoring Motherboards and Magic.Facebook | TwitterGiveawayOne lucky winner will receive a $10.00 Changeling Press Gift Code!
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January 7, 2025
Happy New Year from Ornery Owl and Project 60 #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 ofvibrant colors and shadowy memories, intertwining the beauty of livedexperience with the weight of past trauma. In Sixty, a deeplypersonal memoir and guided workbook, a former nurse shares herprofound journey through the valleys of mental illness, eatingdisorders, and the complexities of living with a disability.
Withgrace and candor…
Oh, hell, let’s get real.
Withrage and snark tempered by compassion and empathy, Cara H, AKA OrneryOwl, unveils the raw truth about an often painful life. She offersessays that capture the pain of abuse, betrayal, and self-loathingwith the healing power of self-expression. Each chapter includesheartfelt reflections and incorporates art therapy and other creativeprompts to encourage readers to explore their own stories andemotions. This book invites you to embrace vulnerability, fostering asafe space for creativity and healing through journaling.
Asyou navigate Sixty, you'll find relatable struggles, insightfulencouragement, and practical tools to help you face your own hurdles.This is not just a memoir—it's a companion for those seekingsolace, empowerment, and inspiration amid life’s challenges.Whether you are facing challenges of your own or supporting someoneelse's fight, Sixty will resonate deeply with you, demonstrating thatdespite our scars, we can rediscover our strength and take back ournarrative.
Join Ornery Owl on this transformative journeytoward healing and self-acceptance and unlock the creative potentialwithin you. Because every life, no matter how challenging, is acanvas waiting to be painted and a story waiting to be told.
Excerpt
Happy New Year! Today is January 1, 2025, and I amfifty-nine years, ten months, and seventeen days old. I will turnsixty on February 15. I am an old fat lady with long gray hair. I amon disability. My boobs sag and my ass hurts. I am still trying tofigure out life, the Universe, and everything, especially me.
I already typed some 800 words, so this first entrymay be a mercifully brief drabble. Or I may add to it. Whatever.
I will be getting up every hour to move my ass inorder to hopefully minimize the pain in my ass.
This one’s gonna be more than a drabble, Kids.
I am listening to this Summer Never Ends deepprogressive house mix.
Summer has ended in my neck of the woods. It’s 9degrees Fahrenheit outside and colder than a well-digger’s ass inmy bedroom.
Friends, if you want to be obsessed with your ass,develop sciatica. You will think of nothing but how much your asshurts.
I’m now getting up to move my ass. Back in aminute.
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Taken By the Faerie Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Paranormal Women’s Fiction, Urban Fantasy
Date Published: January 10, 2025
Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.
When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?
Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.
Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.
EXCERPT
“You’re dangerous.”
“I know.” Clayton’s eyes flashed. “I also know you’re sending them to Eerie. I can’t touch them there, but I can touch you here. Send another and I’ll fuck you up.”
“You will?” He had no doubt. Clayton didn’t care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted. “Why is that?”
“Because I made them for food. I made them so I can use them. I made them because I want a fucking army.” Clayton stepped into Thaddeus’s personal space. “I made them so they’ll fight vermin like you.”
“Like me? Come now. That’s so harsh.” He shouldn’t bait Clayton, but he didn’t care. He’d allowed Clayton and his band of marauders to screw with his life for years. No more. “What are you going to do about it? Are you going to kick my ass again? You’ve done it so much that it’s lost the threat.”
“Oh?” Clayton punched hard into Thaddeus’s stomach. The impact threw Thaddeus backward and would’ve knocked the wind out of him -- if he’d have had breath in his body. Not for years.
Thaddeus winced and gritted his teeth, but grinned. “Is that all you have?”
“No.” Clayton withdrew a butterfly knife from his pocket and slashed it through the air. He hacked into Thaddeus’s chest, leaving trails of gray blood in his wake. He sliced down Thaddeus’s arm, then across his belly. He shoved the knife into Thaddeus’s abdomen. “Had enough?”
“I’m good. Wear yourself out.” He didn’t want another slashing, but he wasn’t about to show that. The less Clayton knew he was in pain, the better.
“You can’t protect all of them. Can’t save them or even be the good guy. You’ll never redeem yourself,” Clayton said. He twisted the knife. “You went down that road years ago and you can’t undo it, so don’t try. Accept you’re a fucking loser and will never be anything but.” He yanked the knife out and shook the blood onto the asphalt as if the blood were water on his sleeve. He walked away, then glanced over his shoulder and pointed to his eyes.
Of course, he was being watched. That’s how these beings worked. No one ever got away free.
Thaddeus held his belly and managed to form a portal. Fucker. Clayton had done a number on him this time. It’d take a few days to recover. He would -- vampires didn’t die without involving silver or crucifixes, and Clayton was smart enough not to use either.
He couldn’t protect the human world forever. The regular world’s vastness was more than one being could handle. He’d need help.
Then again, he couldn’t be the only protector.
Jesus H. Christ. Where were the others? Asleep at the wheel? Probably.
He shook his head and stepped through the portal into Eerie and quickly closed the opening behind him. The faster he sealed the opening, the better the chances he could get away from Clayton, even if only for now.
He sank to the ground and bowed his head. He needed to recharge. Fuck, he should find a nice corner and hide. His skin would eventually seal over and the damage within him would go away, but a good meal would help. Being in Eerie didn’t mean he’d find one quickly.
He’d fought off Clayton for years, but he couldn’t keep going. Not like this. Besides, why in the name of hell did Clayton need to destroy so much?
He lifted his head and drank in his surroundings. He’d forgotten how bright the town could be. After a moment, he realized he’d stepped into the Faerie block. God love those Faeries; they lived for their audacious colors.
Then there he was -- he hated anything that wasn’t black. Blend in and don’t be seen.
He looked around and his stomach churned. Not from the lack of blood, but the sickeningly sweet location. There had to be at least three cupcake shops on the block. Who needed so much sugar?
Not him.
“Excuse me. Do you need help?” A red haired Faerie, dressed in a pale green dress, touched his shoulder. When he met her gaze, electricity shot through him. His skin tingled from her touch. When she smiled, she warmed him throughout. The odd look in her eyes confused him, though. Was that interest or fear?
“You do need help. Are you… you’re cut. Oh, Hera, please let me help you.” She grasped him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. “What happened to you? No, I get it. I see, and I’m not letting you languish out here.”
“What are you talking about?” He didn’t understand how she’d figured out he had a problem, other than the slashes and blood. The way she talked, it was like she knew what was going on. Had she seen other vampires coming to Eerie after being assaulted? How many more of them were there? “How do you seem to know what I’m thinking? What’s in my gut?”
“We should talk.” She nodded to a bench, then paused. “We could stop here by the street, but you’re safer if you come with me to the Hall. We’ll go to my work.”
“You’re a cop.” He dug in his heels as best he could. “I’m not going to the cops.” He’d done that plenty of other times and usually landed in jail for twenty-four hours for what was claimed to be his own protection. Har. More like the protection of the community.
If he’d gone mad or gone rogue, then everyone was in danger, but he hadn’t on either account. He was just fine. Hurt, but fine. Beyond that, the cops tended to have mages and necromancers on their staff who could read his mind. They’d see way more than he wanted to share.
About the Author
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
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