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August 5, 2025
Bad Actors in Publishing
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August 6 question - What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?
I'm going to say honestly that I don't know. However, there are a lot of bad actors in the publishing industry. Many of these bad actors can be found on the Writer Beware blog.
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Here is the blurb for the book by Michael N. Marcus.
Outskirts Press calls itself "the fastest-growing full-service publishing provider." It published seven books in 2002, its first year, and over 5,000 books in 2009. Some of those books, and the press releases that promote them, are filled with silly errors that should have been avoided. When authors are disappointed and enraged., service reps hide behind the fine print of a contract that does not warrant that books will be error-free. Outskirts is also inept (and dishonest) when it promotes itself. Its website, emails, press releases, blogs and promotional literature have factual errors, mistakes in grammar, spelling and arithmetic- and deliberate distortion. Outskirts uses such grandiose phrases as "a veritable army of publishing professionals" to attract customers - but those professionals tell lies to make independent self-publishing seem much harder than it really is. Although Outskirts uses such buzzwords as "self-publishing" and "print-on-demand," it's really a vanity publisher. Vanity publishers make most of their money by selling services and overpriced trinkets to naïve authors - not by selling books to readers. The books are often ugly, unedited and overpriced. They sell poorly, and are seldom reviewed. This book was written to make potential customers of Outskirts Press and other vanity publishers aware of the trouble that likely awaits them, and to let vanity publishers know that their lies and failures will be noticed and publicized. It's also a very funny book.
My ExperienceI fell victim to Outskirts Press when I published my first book back in 2007. I lost thousands of dollars and stopped writing for five years. I kick myself every day for being so stupid. However, I think more than anything else, I was desperate. I knew my story would never have mainstream appeal. The options available to self-published authors today simply were not available in 2007.
Predatory publishers like Outskirts Press still exist, preying on people desperate to tell their stories. These people are often broken souls, having had very little support or encouragement during their lives. Taking advantage of such people certainly falls into the category of evil.
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The Brat Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours
Mafia Romance, Age Gap, Suspense
Date Published: August 8, 2025
Betty Ann
I love my position as the daughter of the King of Clubs. I do what I want, when I want, and get what I want -- I don't like being told no. Ever. Daddy lets me get away with everything. Not Sarge, though. He drives me crazy and makes me play by the rules... So why do I want to keep him around?
Sarge
I'm Army to the core and live for the rules. I need order, but BA creates chaos. She pushes and demands. She wants everything... So why do I want to give it to her? I can't resist her and I should. Her father will destroy me if I touch her and I very much want to touch her. But is the saucy woman in the mini dress worth my life?
She just might be.
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
EXCERPT
Betty Ann
“I don’t think there’s any man who can tame me, Nina.” Betty Ann Morris stood in front of her floor-length mirror and ran her fingers through her stick-straight hair. “I don’t.”
Nina, her best friend and closest confidante, joined her at the mirror. “I don’t know. You’re nineteen. I’m sure there’s someone out there. Has to be.”
Betty Ann considered what Nina had said, but didn’t agree. She wasn’t that naive. Men viewed her one of two ways -- either as the pixie that needed to be given some experience, only to find out she had more than they did, or as a tart who deserved to be treated like shit.
“You don’t believe me.” Nina shrugged, then walked out of view. “You’ve grown up too fast. So have I, but whatever.”
“Deep.” Betty Ann turned on her heel and strode over to her closet. Nina wasn’t wrong about them growing up too fast. How could she not? Her father – known as The King of Clubs -- owned the biggest chain of nightclubs in the tristate area. She’d frequented his clubs since she was far too young to be in such places. She’d mixed with the wrong crowds and tried things she never should’ve been around.
Why? It was fun. She flipped a lock of her hair over her shoulder, then considered her wardrobe. “We’re going out tonight.”
“Like we do every Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.” Nina padded across the thick carpet. She held up a teal sequined dress, then tossed the garment onto the bed. “What about that one?” She pointed to a black dress.
“Might work.” She wasn’t sure which dress she’d choose. She’d seen a few things in her nineteen years. Getting close to her wasn’t possible most of the time. If her father wasn’t forcing men away, they ended up dead. “Where do you want to go? Vodka Lounge? Or The Martini?”
“I thought we’d try the new one. Hitchcock’s.” Nina shrugged into a tight pink dress. The bright color worked well with her dark hair. The fabric pressed against her breasts and showcased her nipples. When she danced, she’d definitely gain attention.
“I like that dress on you. Looks better with your complexion than it does with mine.” She yanked dresses aside, until she found something suitable. “How about this one?” She plucked a navy dress. The garment sparkled with a few thousand crystals.
“Yes.” Nina nodded. She laced up the side of her dress. “That works with your curves and the color of your hair.”
Betty Ann had to agree. She’d spent a fortune on the bleaching process this time around. Some might want the brassy look, but she insisted on her blonde being as California blonde as possible. Beachy, natural-looking and perfect for her skin tone. Call her vain, but she insisted she looked good.
She stepped into the dress and slipped her arm through the lone strap. Once she adjusted the garment around her breasts, showcasing plenty of cleavage, she zipped the side. The second the fabric encased her torso, a jolt of electricity rocked through her. The right dress always set the tone for the night.
She pulled her hair back from her face and stood before her makeup table.
“That’s one thing I’ve always loved about you. Unlike most girls our age, you know how to do your makeup without overdoing it,” Nina said. “I’m jealous of your skills with a makeup brush.”
“The trick is to keep your makeup as simple as possible so it looks natural. If you do that, then you won’t age yourself.” She finished applying a nude eye shadow, then applied the perfect cat-eye liner.
“Are you going to bag a man tonight?” Nina asked. She pursed her lips before swiping another line of lipstick across her bottom lip. “You always do -- when you want one.”
“I’m considering it.” She finished her makeup, then left the mirror. “I never get turned down. You don’t either.”
“Because I get your leftovers.” Nina remained at the mirror. “I don’t think that guy at The Martini was all that thrilled to get me over you.”
“He wasn’t my type and he sure seemed interested in you.” Betty Ann opened the door to her shoe closet. “That’s why I steered him to you.”
“I didn’t mind, but it would’ve been nice if he did like me.” Nina finished her makeup. “I’m not gorgeous like you.”
“Who says?” She selected a pair of strappy sandals. She’d been walking in heels since she was thirteen and had perfected her sway.
“Me.” Nina stepped into her shoes, then picked up her clutch purse. “You like to play with fire. Those guys at the club aren’t going to want a princess.”
She snorted. “You’re saying I’m a princess?” Of course, she was. She insisted on getting her way, she could be a brat and she demanded a lot from everyone.
“You should have a crown.” Nina clicked her purse shut. “Are we going to be able to bring purses or just keep them in the car?”
“Car.” She fastened the strap on her left shoe, then adjusted the one on the right shoe. “It’s safer that way. We won’t get our shit stolen and the bouncers have to do whatever I want.” She’d been spoiled that way.
“I know.” Nina waited for Betty Ann to finish smoothing her dress. “You’re going to find a guy who isn’t turned on by your princess act, won’t like that you can’t exist without daddy’s money and clout, and he’ll make you think twice about your lifestyle.”
“Right,” she replied. “I know who to play with and who to throw back. If the guy is going to give me too much shit, then he’s not worth it. Let’s go.” She flicked her hand.
With Nina behind her, she strode downstairs to the ground floor, through the kitchen to the expansive foyer before stopping under the covered driveway arch.
Her favorite car was driven up to where she stood and Dirks, the driver she liked best, exited the vehicle. He opened the back door for her.
“Thank you, Dirks.” She settled on the seat, then moved over for Nina. “We’re going to Hitchcock’s.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door behind Nina and hustled around the hood to the driver’s side. The privacy glass kept him from listening to their conversation. She swore he still listened in on what she said, but she wasn’t positive.
“You might know who to play with and who to avoid, but there’s a guy out there who won’t be such a pushover,” Nina said. “One you can’t order around.”
“I doubt that.” Betty Ann stared out the window at the landscape flying by. Living on more than one hundred acres was nice, but it made quick trips to town almost impossible. “Men are here to be played with. They don’t want relationships -- not with a girl like me.”
Guys her age wanted to bag “the hot chick” and older men wanted to bag the “hot young girl.” If she was told one more time she had coltish legs, she’d scream. Yes, she had long legs and knew how to wrap them around a man’s waist during sex, but she wasn’t wobbly on those legs. Not by a long shot.
“What do you mean?” Nina asked. “You’ll find a man tonight. Bet me you won’t.”
“How much?”
“One hundred bucks.”
Nina hadn’t even flinched. Damn. “You’re on. What are the terms?”
“I bet you find the one man tonight that makes you give him two nights. The guy who makes you think twice. You’ll get hung up on him,” Nina said. “And you’ll like it.”
“And I bet you that’s all bullshit.”
Nina shrugged, then held out her hand. “You’ll see.”
“Nina.” She nudged her friend. “It won’t happen.” Men were toys to play with. They were meant to be discarded when they outlived their welcome. There was always another waiting when she desired.
“You’ll get hung up on this one and lose your head.” Nina laughed. “Not that I want your money. I want to see you eat your words.”
“Never.”
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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Corporate Almighty Reveal #rabtbooktours
Political Satire/Fiction
Date Published: October 28th, 2025
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
At the turn of the next century, a corporate oligarchy rules America with an iron fist. Commercial jingles have replaced the Top Forty, babies come from factories, and the race captivating the nation isn’t between political candidates. It’s the cutthroat competition to find the formula for No-Sog Stay-Crisp Cornflakes.
The battle pits cereal titan Todd Swindell, head of Flakes Alive Incorporated, against Chad Scandalman of the Great American Flake Company. When Scandalman hires a diminutive assassin named Twinkle to bump off his rival’s top chemist, it sparks a war of the flakes that makes the bloody feud of York and Lancaster look tame by comparison.
But not everyone in the Cornflake capital of Domino, Indiana, is happy with the status quo. Ziggie Wexler, an unemployed pipefitter and all-around average Joe, knows that something is deeply wrong with his country.
All history prior to 2040 has been banned, but old-timers whisper about the days when people still voted for their leaders. After Ziggie posts fiery polemics against the state to the Clandestine Journal, he becomes a marked man. But in a world built on lies, there’s one truth he’s sure of. Somebody needs to fight back.
About the Author
Retired IT professional, James Owens is a trained computer engineer and technical documentation specialist who earned an A.A.S. in computer programming and a B.A. in English from Purdue University.
Immensely curious about human behavior, James spent the 1970s hanging out on the streets to observe people, many of whom became inspirations for his fictional characters. Later, he worked in cube farms at conservative insurance companies, where the idiosyncrasies of corporate personalities sparked his imagination.
James has spent the last decade reading and writing offbeat fiction about bizarre protagonists. Corporate Almighty: 2098, a dystopian tale about the rise of the corporation and the fall of democracy, follows his first two novels, Animal Candy and Pods of Bubbledumb: A Study in Mass Depravity.
Born and raised in an industrial suburb on the south edge of Chicago, James lives with his wife Sue and four cats in Evansville, Indiana.
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August 3, 2025
Mom Take Center Stage Teaser #rabtbooktours
Self-Help / Non-Fiction
Date Published: 08-26-2025
You’ve poured yourself into motherhood. Now it’s time to pour a little back into you.
If you’ve ever felt like parts of you went quiet in the background — your voice, your creativity, your dreams — Mom Take Center Stage is your invitation to rise.
This empowering guide invites you to stop shrinking and start shining.
With raw honesty and hard-won wisdom, Satya V. Nauth helps you reclaim your power, purpose, and presence — unapologetically.
You’ll learn how to:
Break cycles of self-abandonment and burnout
Release perfectionism and reconnect with your wholeness
Embrace your identity beyond the roles you carry
Live boldly, confidently, and without apology
Step into the spotlight of your own life — fully alive
This isn’t a book about balance.
It’s a book about becoming whole again.
Because the world doesn’t need a perfect mom.
It needs you — rooted, radiant, and real.
For many years, I poured out my heart and soul in the name of motherhood. In the process, I lost myself. After having kids, I faced a series of challenges that seemed insurmountable. Those very challenges became the reasons for overcoming obstacles and confidently becoming my authentic self . . . the real me. My life used to revolve entirely around my children. They were the center of my universe. I was buried under the chaos that was unravelling right before my eyes. While I loved being a mother, somewhere along the way, I lost sight of who I was.
My days were consumed by endless tasks: work, school drop-offs and pickups, doctor visits, maintaining the household, and juggling countless after-school activities. But I knew motherhood was an investment. It was a bittersweet time though. While I loved raising my kids, I didn’t love that I was paying a hefty price through my selflessness. I thought that pursuing my dreams and goals meant giving up on my children, which felt like a betrayal of motherhood. Then it hit me: One day my children will grow up, and I’ll have to face myself again. Who will I be then? Since children grow up and become adults, I realized I needed to reclaim my individuality. Buried in all those years of dedication, I began to see things more clearly: I needed to muster up the courage to find myself, to become multidimensional, to take center stage.
We are all called to discover our higher purpose. Going through a myriad of emotions, it’s easy to play the blame game. Blame the world, blame our health, blame our past, blame current situations, and blame the decisions that have led to this moment. With all that said, I have to ask you: Mom, isn’t it time you took center stage?
This book is taken from the lessons I have learned through trial and error. It is a daring guide of self-acceptance, personal development, and remarkable success after having children. I’m here as a woman, like you, who has gone through some beautifully chaotic and humbling experiences after having kids. Some difficult growth experiences that have led to establishing my full identity and, at the same time, becoming a better parent. Not as an appendage to my children or spouse but as a confident, bold woman who knows and understands my worth because I have rediscovered myself.
Gals, it’s pretty easy to close this book and move on to the next thing that calls to us. And with the endless distractions out there, you could head to Facebook, Instagram or TikTok and go down that rabbit hole. Or you could go back to washing that mountain of laundry. This is my call to you: When will you do the things that will allow you to stand on your own feet? When will you be daringly bold? When is the right time for you? I’ll tell you: That time is now. It’s today. It is in this moment. This is your chance to finally become who you were meant to be.
Life is unpredictable, so what I’m asking of you isn’t a cutesy idea. It is a life skill that we as women and as mothers need to impart not only to ourselves, but also to our children. Be prepared before the necessity becomes desperation. Be an example to your kids. Show them that this valiant woman is also in charge of her life, her autonomy, her decisions. She isn’t afraid to dream, set goals, and go forth.
This guide is intended not only for the two of us. It is also meant for every woman who needs to hear that she is enough, that there is hope to learn, to grow, and to achieve everything her heart calls to irrespective of age, status, skin color, religion, or any difference that makes you one in a million. Anything that makes you stand out is your superpower! Let’s embark on this journey together. I can’t wait to see the woman you’ll rediscover—the bold, confident, and unstoppable YOU.
Satya V. Nauth is a writer, entrepreneur, and personal growth advocate with a background in marketing, leadership development, and the short-term rental industry. Known for her grounded wisdom and bold storytelling, she helps modern moms reclaim their voice, ambition, and joy—without apology.
She lives in Florida with her family, where life is full, vibrant, and always a little messy—in the best way.
Mom Take Center Stage is her debut book—and the beginning of a movement.
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Goldi's Grumpy Cowboy Release Blitz #rabtbooktours
Cowboys of Sunrise Ridge, Book 1
Contemporary Western Romance
Date Published: August 4, 2025
Dumping her cheating fiancé was a good decision—getting stranded in Wyoming, not so much. The silver lining? A breathtaking ranch and a hunky cowboy, if only he wasn’t so broody.
Luke Wolfe likes his life simple—running Sunrise Ridge Ranch, keeping to himself, and avoiding anything that even remotely resembles love.
He doesn’t need company.
He certainly doesn’t need a stubborn city girl messing with his perfectly ordered life.
But Goldi Summers turns his world upside down in the best way.
Just when Luke’s ready to admit he wants forever, an accident erases her memory of him. Can he make her heart remember what her mind has forgotten?
About the Author
Niki Mitchell writes children’s books along with contemporary, paranormal. fantasy, and historical time-travel romance. Married for over thirty years and a romantic at heart, she enjoys writing about strong female characters in unusual settings. When she isn’t playing with her cats, she enjoys reading, taking walks, water aerobics, photography, and traveling.
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August 1, 2025
Friday Book Blogger Special: Walking on Broken Paths
Genre:
Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, damaged hero, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 53 000 words / 210 pages
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July 22, 2025
Book Blurb:
Desperate to escape the pain of his brother’s death, Jesse Melnik ran—but he couldn’t outrun the grief, no matter how much distance he put between himself and his past. Now, after fifteen years of trying, he’s finally ready to face his hometown of Charlottetown again.
He expects the memories of his brother to hover in every corner of his family’s sailboat and whisper in every sea-tinged breeze.
What he doesn’t expect is Parker Willis, the best friend he left behind without a word the day he fled.
And he certainly doesn’t expect old feelings to resurface.
Parker’s been stuck in a rut since his father died three months ago. Every day is the same: try to keep his father’s dinner cruise business afloat so he can chip away at Dad’s debts, all while working a job that leaves him more frustrated than satisfied.
Then Parker’s routine shatters in the best way possible: Jesse Melnik returns to Prince Edward Island for the summer, all six feet three inches of gorgeous hockey player.
Now, that’s different.
Jesse kickstarts Parker’s heart.
Parker makes Jesse feel again.
And although both men are a little bit damaged from struggling down the broken path of loss, maybe—just maybe—if they can lean on each other, they’ll learn to move forward at last.
Content warnings: themes of grief, discussions of a parent’s death from cancer, descriptions/discussions of a sibling’s death by suicide.
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https://readingismysuperpower.org/He should’ve called.
That was Jesse Melnik’s first thought as he pulled into the driveway of his childhood home on Prince Edward Island.
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http://www.fredasvoice.com/Early July in Toronto was hot, but it hadn’t hit the level of gross mugginess that would surely come within the next couple of weeks.
About the Author
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram, or sign up for her infrequent newsletter.
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1st - What book are you currently reading? What made you choose this title to read? (submitted by Billy @ Coffee Addicted Writer)I am writing a (late) review for this book. However, I selected it because I enjoy m/m sports romance, and also because I resonated with the fact that the protagonists had both experienced loss of a family member. I became a sixty-year-old orphan this year when my mother passed away in February. My father has been gone since November 28, 2010.
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July 31, 2025
Sword Brethren Book Blitz #rabtbooktours
Book 1 of the Northern Crusader Chronicles
Historical Adventure
Date Published: 11-28-2024
Publisher: The Book Guild
1242. Wounded and captured after the Battle on the Ice, English knight Richard Fitz Simon becomes the unlikely guest of Prince Alexander Nevsky of Novgorod. Curious about his prisoner, Alexander commands his scholar to record Richard’s tale.
Richard’s story begins in 1203, when betrayal shatters his path to knighthood and drives him from England to the merchant city of Lübeck. There, entangled in an illicit affair and the cutthroat salt trade, he finds only temporary refuge. Fleeing once again, he joins the Livonian Brothers of the Sword—a militant order sworn to spread Christendom across the pagan Baltic.
Amid the cold austerity of Riga’s commandery and the looming threat of enemy tribes, Richard must battle not just for survival, but for meaning in a life shaped by violence, doubt, and fractured loyalties. When a pagan army threatens to overrun their outpost, he faces a final reckoning—one that will test his faith, his honor, and the limits of his courage.
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July 30, 2025
The Lovelace Protocols Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours
Date Published: August 1, 2025
The following post contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Lust in space!Automaton engineers Clara Wheeler and Edmund Blake, groundbreaking developers of the first robot program, the Lovelace Protocols, are sent by Queen Victoria to the moon on a mission of vital importance to the Empire. They are to help Mon Ilson, the Lunarian Emperor of Space, conduct experiments on their bedroom automatons: Jack and Jill.
There is a darker aspect to the experiments. Spiritualist Cordelia Warrington, her automaton lover Adam, and Harry Kincaid of the Home Office are there to do the unthinkable: transfer a human soul into an automaton’s body.
Supervised by the beautiful Lunarians Pamela Fyfe and Burton Sobel, the group pass the three days of the journey with card games, dancing, and a wild weightless orgy. To her horror, Clara discovers that her machines have more than sex actuating their cogs and pistons. Death is also on the program.
Clara Wheeler, Automaton Engineer
1868 -- A Royal Command
Edmund says composing riddles is childish, but I find them to be so much fun. Even while working.
Knowledge, he has, But never ideas.
Skills, he has, But never control.
No children has he, Nor can ever be.
Dependent souls has he, But master he can never be.
What is he?
“Slower,” I commanded.
JN32’s response was sluggish.
“Stop.”
“I saw,” Edmund muttered, and took his trusty turnscrew to JN32’s exposed innards.
I gave my aching thighs a stretch before resting my ankles on JN32’s broad shoulders. The automaton had not yet been given a face, so I was looking at the brass framework from which distinctly inhuman oculi stared down at me with mechanical indifference.
“Hurry up. I’m getting cold.”
“Just a jiffy.”
The certification room never seemed to be at the right temperature. One would think being rogered for two hours without pause ought to have raised my body temperature enough to boil water, and that may have been true in the first thirty minutes where I usually achieved several climaxes. But when it came time to make final adjustments, my level of passion had declined markedly. So far JN32 had performed to a standard which, by human standards, was spectacular.
Edmund began to whistle a music hall tune he’d picked up during his last weekend pass. He had been deliberately torturing me with “Champagne Charlie” ever since.
“This does not qualify as a jiffy,” I complained.
“Nearly there.” He finally stepped back and gave me that quirky smile of his. “When you’re ready.”
“Resume,” I commanded, and JN32 began moving his hips. Slowly at first, following the appropriate Lovelace Protocol, one of several thousand which governed all the behaviours the automaton could express. This particular set ensured that the pace and magnitude of his strokes built up gently so as not to injure the customer with a sudden assault. A half minute later when he’d concluded the sequence of graduated steps, I commanded him to go faster. His response was also to specifications, and his thrusts accelerated. Automaton cocks, if not restrained, are like the pistons of a locomotive, and the resulting friction could be discomforting and downright dangerous.
“Lubricate.”
The rim of JN32’s cockhead immediately released a measured amount of specially blended synthetic oils that matched the average viscosity of vaginal fluid, and I felt the improvement almost at once.
“Again.”
“What?” Edmund asked, looking at me over the top of his notebook.
“I was just getting a little dry,” I replied.
He raised a quizzical orange eyebrow. “That’s not like you.”
I returned what he unkindly termed my Medusa glower. “Faster, JN32.”
I was rewarded with an immediate quickening. My body shook with each thrust so that my breasts jiggled and swayed. Now came the test of Edmund’s adjustment.
“Slower.”
This time JN32’s response was immediate, and the protocol smoothly reduced stroke speed by a quarter, then a half.
“Faster.”
JN32 complied.
“Slower.”
“That’s good,” Edmund muttered. “No lag that I could see.”
“Nor I,” I responded between gasps. A pleasant pair of climaxes had surprised me.
“He found the spot, did he?” Edmund quipped.
Another series of small climaxes overtook me. “Never… you… mind…” I replied as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, radiating from quim to chest in gusts of white-hot flame. “Stop.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I just need a moment.”
Edmund’s gaze travelled from my eyes to my heaving breasts and to my quivering belly to where my body joined with JN32’s. My gaze dropped to the decided bulge in Edmund’s trousers. I pushed away the readily evoked images of his thick ten inches ploughing the artificial sheath of a female automaton. After a few moments I had collected myself enough to resume the test.
I took JN32 through the advanced routine where his cock would vibrate at variable speeds sequentially from the head down to the base of his shaft. Then with the “wiggle” command the top half of his shaft moved up and down and then side to side as his cock moved inside me.
This is my favourite part of the test, one which gave me exquisite pleasure, particularly on the outstroke where the movement stimulated my swollen nub. I must admit it made me squirm every time. I peeked through my eyelashes to note that Edmund had seen my response. The bulge had doubled in size. Served him right for inflicting me with one of Charlie’s song lines: “Come and join me in a spree.”
About the Author
Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.
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July 29, 2025
Memphis Heat Preorder Blitz #rabtbooktours
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: August 1, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob has declared war on the MPD, leaving a team of dead cops in their wake, and the city of Memphis caught in their crossfire.
Stakeout (Memphis Heat 1)Jarod took a bullet to the chest. But he didn’t die. While he was bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf. Now he can smell his partner’s attraction, but his bite didn’t exactly come with instructions. Two partners who always have each other’s backs share everything -- but the one thing they need to share the most.Streetwise (Memphis Heat 2)When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie trainee, Regan “Sundance” O’Malley, are caught between the MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes. And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them to the growing list of victims.Strikeforce (Memphis Heat 3)Lt. Jamie Callahan’s convinced there’s a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out who set them up -- and who’s responsible for the deaths of their former lieutenants.Takedown (Memphis Heat 4)Two packs fight for the heart of the city. The Russian mob and the MPD stand at odds, the city of Memphis caught in the middle. The new Alphas plan to leave their enemies in the dust. But it’s their friends they should be watching out for.When the final takedown comes, there will only be one Alpha standing.
The following excerpt contains material suitable only for readers 18+.
Excerpt
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Excerpt from Stakeout
"You're a real asshole, you know that, don't you?"
"Yes, dear," Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.
She was going to smack him any moment now. "That. That right there. That's the reason you're paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear. I've had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!"
"You're just bored."
Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn upholstery. "No shit. What gave it away?"
"Told you not to come. ADD and stakeouts don't go well together."
She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to throw it. "Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at keeping me distracted."
A sideways grin quirked his face. "We used to have... interesting... ways of keeping ourselves entertained, didn't we? Not exactly professional, but..."
"Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?"
"Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?"
As if she could forget. "Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But you didn't. And ever since you've been treating me like..."
"I'm trying to act like a professional. I've been treating you like a cop. Like my partner."
He attempted to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off. Professional, my ass. "We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can't deny that."
"Yeah, well, maybe if I'd been acting a little more like a cop and a lot less like your lover, we wouldn't have been in a position where you could have gotten killed." The bitterness in his tone surprised her.
She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that threatened to overwhelm her. "I wasn't the one who got shot, Jarod."
"Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And it would have been my fault."
This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he was right there! "Shut up and fuck me --" she reached for her police baton -- "Or I'll do it myself."
Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn't even glance her way. "Go ahead."
Did he think she wouldn't? Staring at Jarod's lovely backside, Belle unzipped her jeans and shimmied them down her hips enough to give herself access to her pussy lips. It was his own fault. He was tall, handsome, built and reasonably single, if you didn't count the excess baggage, but she still might have resisted -- if he didn't smell like liquid sex poured into a cop suit. She wanted to reach over, undo his belt, and suck his cock right down to the root. Then they'd see how professional he could be. Fuckhead.
With that thought Belle kicked the jeans the rest of the way off and switched the baton around so the handle lined up with her pussy. With one thrust she impaled herself right down to the crossbar.
Fucker. If he didn't get off on that, he was gay.
"Shit, Belle! What the hell are you doing?"
"We're undercover. Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors. Only reason to be here is to fuck."
As if he'd suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window. His mouth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression that she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn't give a shit.
He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss before he broke away, pushing her back. "You wanna play? Fine. Your turn to watch the Russians." He pulled her closer and spun her around. She braced her hands on the dirty plate glass window...
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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July 28, 2025
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Nonfiction, Feel Good, Memoir
Date Published: July 29, 2025
Publisher: Elite Online Publishing
If you liked “Chicken Soup for the Soul” or “Tuesdays with Morrie,” you will love this book.
You Make My Heart Giggle: Dadisms, The Wisdom and Wit of Dad is the perfect book for anyone who cherishes the timeless wisdom of fathers and the lessons they impart, often disguised as quirky sayings. Whether you're seeking inspiration, laughter, or a heartfelt reminder of life's most cherished values, this book is for you.
Inside, you’ll discover:
● Time-tested Dadisms, each packed with wisdom to inspire courage, persistence, and optimism—so you can tackle life's challenges with confidence.
● Historical insights and personal stories, showing how these simple sayings align with some of history’s greatest moments, giving you a new appreciation for their deeper meanings.
● A heartfelt tribute to fatherhood, reminding you of the love, humor, and guidance that shape our lives, so you can cherish and pass these lessons down to generations.
This book is authentic, inspiring, and proven to make you laugh, reflect, and appreciate the impact of a father’s words in ways you never imagined.
Don't wait, grab your copy today and relive the wisdom, laughter, and love that only a dad can provide!
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A little about my dad
Little Johnny as my father was known spent his early childhood in cache valley a beautiful mountain setting in northern Utah. The valley was lush and green in summer with horses and cows grazing peacefully in fields framed by homemade log and wire fences. The severe winters were in stark contrast to the mild summers. bitterly cold but beautiful. Each morning the sun would stream through the trees causing the hoar frost (which had settled on the branches during the night) to sparkle like a thousand little gems. Against a cobalt blue sky, the contrast was stunning. cache valley was a wonderful place for an active young boy to grow up in. pine covered mountains to climb, clear running rivers to fish and plenty of places to explore. cache valley got its name from the mountain men and trappers who traveled the Rockies in search of valuable furs, fox, beaver and bear, beaver pelts were in high demand in the east because top hats were all the rage and a beaver top hat signaled wealth and class. Jim Bridger, and Jedediah Smith were a few of those who roamed the high mountains in the 1820’s. Jedediah was born and raised in Boston, Jim hailed from Chicago These young men had left the comforts of eastern cities for the lonely and rugged life in the west. it was a solitary existence always working the trap lines by themselves. Each spring around the first week in May, these intrepid young men would assemble together (to retrieve their hidden furs “caches” that they had created during the winter months,) in what was for them the high social event of the year It was called the rendezvous.
Dads father Rube was slight of build. He had come from humble circumstances. raised on a small farm that managed to put food on the table but little else. Rube would spend his entire life raising livestock and living off the land the same as his father and his grandfather before him had done. Dads mother Charlotte was the daughter of John Anderson. A tall man, and rather quiet and soft spoken. He was impeccable in appearance. altogether a rather handsome man. He had amassed a small fortune in real estate, as president of the Logan First National Bank and the proprietor of the ZCMI Mercantile Store on main street. in 1864 as a young boy He had walked from St Louis to the Rocky Mountains to homestead with his family in the northern Utah Territory. it was said of charlotte that she could have any man in the valley but settled on a quiet country boy. As a cattleman Rube was hardly ever home. He was demanding of his children but in a kind sort of way.
My father (little Johnny) was a very active and outgoing young boy with little fear of anything, always towering over his fellow schoolmates. Despite his size, he was a kind and gentle child. As an adult, he was larger than life not only physically, but he was also large intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually. At 6’ 6” 320 pounds, size 16 shoes, coat size 56, everyone quit calling him little Johnny and he simply became known as Big John.
He had an unwavering love for his country. He was part of what Tom Brokaw called “the Greatest Generation“ serving in world war II in the south pacific. He was involved in the battles at Saipan, Tinian, Iwo Jima, Leyte, Philippines, and Okinawa. along with being part of one of the first contingencies to enter Hiroshima after the Atomic Bomb was dropped.
He loved golf, he loved to travel, he never held public office but was deeply involved in local caucuses, state conventions, and campaigning for candidates he believed in. As far as singing, he could not carry a tune, but he loved music and the arts and saw to it that we often attended the Utah Symphony, plays at the Promised Valley Play House, and excursions to the local galleries so we could appreciate fine art. We could decide for ourselves as to whether or not we wanted to play sports, but we had no such freedom when it came to learning how to play a musical instrument. To dad it was non-negotiable, He said simply. “You will”
I knew he loved me not only by what he said but by what he actually did. One night in late August of1968, my father came home from work and asked me if I could visit with him for a few minutes. My first though was “Oh no what have I done now. I soon realized that his tone was very different from past visits. He said, “Son I have been offered the job to be the principle of your high school, and I need to know if that would bother you in any way”? I then asked him “what he would do if the answer was yes”, His response surprised me, he said “Son, you are far more important than any job could ever be, and if it would cause you even the slightest worry or concern, I will turn the job down” I knew that he really wanted that job but I also knew he really meant what he said. My answer to him was that it would be fine and for the next 3 years we had what many would call a rather unique experience together.
I hope the stories I tell here will be of some interest, but more importantly I hope it will awaken in each reader the realization of the lessons that each has learned from those who have been their source of inspiration and learning. Those who have truly made a difference in their lives.
About the Author
Brent was a product of the fascinating and turbulent decades of the 60’s and 70’s. He came from a very average middle-class family. Growing up, he would be labeled by society’s standards as almost invisible. He was surrounded by incredible role models that greatly influenced his life, including teachers, friends, and most importantly, family. Brent was an Eagle Scout and served a two-year mission for his church in Northern England.
He met his future bride in a geology class at the University of Utah and graduated with a BS degree in History. Putting himself through school, he worked for First Security State Bank. Brent taught students with reading disabilities at Union Jr High School and History at Alta High School before leaving education to work for Pfizer Pharmaceutical. Eventually, he started his own highly successful construction company, which now includes three of his sons as part of the family business. He also owns 3 companies involved in real estate development and acquisition.
Brent's greatest joy comes from his family. He is a proud father to 2 daughters and 5 sons, and a contented grandpa to 30 grandchildren, with one great-grandchild on the way. He loves sports, photography, travel, especially in France, England, Holland, and the inside passage of Alaska and being in the outdoors; he cherishes time at their cabin in the Manti Lasal mountains or their condo in the red rock country of southern Utah. He enjoys hiking and rappelling slot canyons in the southwest and river running, especially the mighty Colorado River. Brent also started the Metra Learning Center and On-line productions. He played the clarinet in the University of Utah marching and pep bands and remarkably built his first home with no prior construction experience, which still stands 45 years later.
Throughout his life, Brent has been driven by the undeniable influence one person can have on generations untold and the profound lessons taught by a father to his sons and daughters. His life reflects the deep and enduring relationship between a father and his children.
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