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Deleted Scenes: Entangled by S.B.K. Burns

HEISENBERG’S UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE
What it means to a provocative witch of the 21st century who dares travel to a brawny Scottish mathematician of the early 18th.
SPYING ON THE ELITE
For four years, Dawn Jameson, studying toward her doctorate at the University, has been posing as an unemotional and self-disciplined upper-class psychology major.Now that she’s this close to earning a degree that would permit her membership in the collegiate upper classes, her attraction to Taylor Stephenson, an Olympic-class weight lifter, threatens to expose her as an emotional member of the underground hacker class.
SPYING ON THE DOWNTRODDEN
When Taylor is coerced by his revered upper-class brother to spy on Dawn’s past life regression classes, he risks his exposure as a less-than-objective academic. One second too many of Dawn’s mesmerizing regression techniques and he’s dreaming himself into the past, entangled with the smart and beautiful young woman in both the present and a past life he never knew he had.
Can Dawn be sure Taylor is more attracted to her than the unreserved Lily, her past life? Is he a typical upper-class jock to whom love is a word of convenience, rather than an emotion traveling to the very core of his existence?
Dawn and Taylor become the epicenter of a time quake, unable to escape their sexually obsessive past, until Taylor’s brother, a celebrity physicist (think Stephen Hawking), rescues them in his quantum computer.
With three ways into the past—past life regression, lucid dreaming, and the quantum computer—their timeline is in knots. Outside the tangled loops of time, one or the other might never have existed. For their love to survive, against all his beliefs, Taylor must allow the town of Musselburgh, Scotland to burn Lily as a witch.
Might there be a fourth and safer way out of the past?
Additional teaser: 
It’s out there . . . if you want to know the truth.
Ever wonder why we only hear about great male scientists from the past?
Check out who did their funding and who did their alchemist grunt work.
Move over Mileva Einstein, you may not be the only great female scientist robbed of recognition.

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Once upon a time, I wanted to write a prologue or first chapter that would grab the reader and place them in the middle of the class war between those who followed the philosophies of Rene Descarte, the Cartesians, the upper class, and those who followed the philosophies of David Hume, the Hume'ns, the lower class. Neither of the characters are the hero or heroine, but Frederick does show up later on the heroine's past life regression team.



21st Century, Boston, Massachusetts

What was she saying? Why should he care. She felt to good, that part of her constricting around him.

“Don’t stop,” he said, as she sat on him, moving her hips vigorously up and down. This sure beat self-imposed hand jobs, and tearful nights slaving away at his computer—alone—completing one gig or another for some secret hoity-toity, hypocritical Cartesian organization. Making half as much as a Cartesian for the same job.

And this know-it-all, his latest of girlfriends from the enemy camp
—riding his cock—didn’t she know when to shut up? Oh, he liked her just fine. She might even be the one, but her constant blathering was killing the mood.

No, don’t do it. He attempted to hold back his body’s intensifying reaction to her, but he wasn’t trained to keep as quietly disinterested as Cartesian men. His emotions would get the best of him. And she’d know. She’d know he wasn’t one of them.

She’d made him come, and he wouldn’t be distracted by her newfound lecture on the turgidity of his penis, how the muscles within it became engorged with blood, and how after his ejaculation, he’d statistically be ready to do it again within fifteen minutes.


How Cartesian women thought constant blabbering was a turn-on, he couldn’t fathom. If he could focus only on her sheath tightening down upon him over and over, that might be enough to take his mind off her elitist drivel.

But then her rhythm felt so good—his muscles tensed and he lost it. His eyes were probably watering, his face contorted as the orgasmic wave pulsed through him.

God forgive him—he couldn’t hold back his gasp of euphoria. “God, you’re great,” he said, and pulled her too him.

After, he cradled her in his arms.

They remained that way, spent, wet against one another until . . .  She jerked away, pulling herself off him. “Fuck,” she said, “Tell me I haven’t been fucking a damn Hume’n all this time.”

She scampered into the bathroom. Then she scuttled out, pulling at her clothes folded neatly on the nightstand. “This is a nightmare!”

Still in a state of relaxed exhaustion, he’d thrown the sheet over the lower half of his body and lifted himself on an elbow. “A nightmare? I thought it was good. Wasn’t it good for you?”
“Good? I have to get up for class in a few hours and it’ll take me that long to rinse your stench from my body—inside and out. Then I’ll have to see my G.Y.N. to get the morning-after pill.”

“I thought you were on birth control. Isn’t that how all you Cartesians do it?”
“No condom,” she said. I should have known you were a Hume’n the first time I jumped into bed with you.”

He flattened his lips. Felt his eyes beginning to tear. It was always like this when they found out. “But I had you fooled for a while, until I shared my emotions. It was great to feel as if I were part of you, even for a moment.”

“Shut up. Just shut, the fuck, up! Okay, maybe if I stopped to think about it, it might have felt a little good, but we were supposed to be studying for our end of the week exam.”
He fell back against the pillow, looking up at the ceiling and then closed his eyes, his lips turned up slightly at the corners. “I don’t think our professor had this in mind when he gave us that list of endocrine hormones to memorize.”

He turned back toward her. Was he still hoping she’d recognize the insanity of her ways and get back into bed with him? Of course not, but it might make a pleasurable twist to this nightmare of a relationship, one of his long line of pipe dreams.
Already in her business suit, hair twisted tightly on the top of her head in a bun, she placed her hands on hips. She was still beautiful, even when she hated him.

“You do know the University will have to be told,” she said. “You’ll be expelled.”

Did she have the balls to go through with it? He hoped not. Despite the fact that, at the moment, she probably wanted him dead, he had liked this one, had stupidly hoped, by some miracle, something would come of their intimacy.

He’d worked so hard to hide his feelings, to play her game. Tonight, he’d lost focus. Revealed his emotional self.

Damn.


“Well, aren’t you going to apologize?” she asked. “Oh, wait a minute. I forgot. Apology is not in the Hume’n vocabulary.”

“Come on, honey, you can’t be serious. We’ve been going out for months. You can’t just up and leave because I showed a little emotion.” He knew that wasn’t the only reason for her rejection, but he’d play this one out.

“Little? A little emotion? You’ve been fooling me. Fooling all of us at the University, haven’t you? You probably don’t even have a high school diploma.”

“That’s your conclusion? Just because we had sex and I enjoyed it?” He wasn’t the cruel sort, but, god damn it, he had just as much right to happiness as those stodgy academic types—her Cartesian brothers and sisters. And he did want to make something of himself, connect with others

—beyond the underground of the self-taught.

His Hume’n cohorts had figured out a way for him to go undercover at the University. Their plan had worked out; it always worked out until his emotions got the best of him, as he knew they would, as they always did— eventually. He’d end up moaning in an erotic frenzy, or holding her close after, and then in the middle of her anal-retentive yak-yak-yakking, she’d discover the truth.

“So what are you going to do?” he asked, suddenly serious, feeling the chill of history, of his future, changing—his academic hopes vanishing.

“I’m going straight to the Admin Building once I wash your Hume’n dirt from my body, so you’d better find another girl and another way into the University of Boston.”

Still with eyes closed, half in shock and not nearly ready to weigh his options, he said the only thing that came to mind. “How about if I give you another ride? For old time’s sake.”

She stomped her foot, howled, growled and huffed out, slamming the door behind her.

Someday, she might experience his pain, the kind of pain he felt  after so many weeks of believing he’d found the one, the one Cartesian who wouldn’t turn on him, just because he showed her his softer side.

No matter. He held back the sadness of what he’d be forced to do now. That pretty coed, that holier-than-thou body of hers, would be expelled from the University by week’s end for not maintaining a proper GPA. It  was so easy for him to adjust her records, to make sure the administrators knew they’d been hacked—she’d been hacked—literally. The University,  the hypocrites they were, would prosecute her before they’d go after him.

They knew he could screw up their computer network big-time, if they pursued him. Administrators would sacrifice their own--Cartesian coeds stupid enough to get caught with a Hume’n. The Cartesian college community would have, then, paid their dues, given up their human sacrifice to the hacker gods and, hopefully, leave him alone.

He sighed. But of course, he’d have to find another way in, another way to reach his goal, to get a degree, to find a position, a platform on which he could help his community of downtrodden Hume’ns.

Maybe he’d take that job Marrick, CEO of MathMagics had offered.

At the software firm, he’d find a group of like-minded people. Cartesians didn’t mess with Marrick. True he was the penultimate Hume’n, but his money had a way of sweetening—what had she called it—the stench of their association with the man.

He laughed sadly to himself. She’d been awfully angry. They’d all been, all the young Cartesian women he’d mistakenly trusted. And knowing he’d pissed them off, knowing he could dish out pain as well as receive it, was solace in an otherwise unfair world where showing emotion, or creativity, or self-reliance labeled you, destroyed your chances in life, even  if you possessed the talent, or genius, to succeed.

He brought his hand to his needy erection. She’d been right about one thing, it was fifteen minutes and he was ready for another go of it.








EntangledS.B.K. Burns
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Black Opal Books
Word Count: about 82,500
Cover Artists: Barbara Marker/Jonathan Cervantes III
Book Description:
She’s Hume’n, a member of the lower class, with a chance to change her life…
In an alternate, twenty-first century Boston, Dawn Jamison is a hair’s breadth away from earning her doctorate degree—a degree that would allow her entrance into the upper class, to become the unemotional and self-disciplined Cartesian she is now only pretending to be. To reach her goal, all Dawn must do is overcome her forbidden attraction to the Olympic-class weightlifter Taylor Stephenson who’s just crashed her lectures on past life regression. She must teach her group of misfit students how to travel back into their past lives—and, oh, of course, figure out how to save the great scientists of the early eighteenth century before they’re inextricably caught up in a time loop.
He’s Cartesian, a member of the upper class, and supposed to know better…
Coerced by his politically powerful, wheelchair-bound brother into spying on Dawn’s past-life regression classes, Taylor knows better than to give into his desire to claim Dawn as his own. But his past-life entity, eighteenth-century Colin, has no such inhibitions. When Taylor and Dawn meet up in Scotland in the 1700s, all the discipline he’s forced on his twenty-first century self is powered into the past, leaving only his overwhelming lust for Dawn’s past-life double, alchemist and witch, Lily.

Unable to escape their sexually obsessive past, Dawn and Taylor find themselves in a race against the clock at the epicenter of a world-altering time quake of their own making.
About the Author:
From an early age, S. B. K. Burns recited Shakespearean sonnets or snuck a read of a Broadway script from her parents’ theater magazine.
Having worked in the world of science—oceanography, biomedicine, and aerospace engineering—she brings these experiences to her sci-fi paranormals imbued with her idealistic philosophy that merges science with spirituality.
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My Humble Teen Beginnings: The Birth of a Teen Fantasy Author-Guest blog and Giveaway with AK Taylor

My Humble Teen Beginnings: The Birth of a Teen  Fantasy Author
My love for all things imaginary and fantastical go way back before I knew my ABCs or learned how to write my name. Living far back in the woods with my just my parents and hardly no children to play with left a lot of room to cultivate my imagination. Many magical worlds came alive in the back yard and the backwoods. My parents would take me fishing or we went swimming in the river with snakes and all; I would look for freshwater clams and the fish would nibble on my toes. I would roam hundreds of acres of woods. The river was just down the hill from our house, so we didn’t have to travel very far.
To make this part of the story short, we move to another wooded area and then to the suburbs. My existence in suburbia was worse than miserable. Major drastic changes were being made in my life from child to adult, and some of them were excruciatingly painful with constant bullying on top of it. I had to give up something I loved because of my age: playing. The woods were already gone, but luckily I didn’t have to give up video games, but they would only take me so far. I needed an escape and an outlet for my imagination. It was running out of my ears. I had to escape my miserable reality or risk some kind of breakdown or meltdown. I wanted to return to my fantasy worlds and maybe even create some new ones. But how? I had to give up my only known gateway. Was there another?
I was invited to another cousin’s birthday skating party. It was an opportunity to hang out even if it was little kids and family. While skating, I let my mind wonder as I listened to the music and skated laps on my rollerblades. I remembered how much I liked writing, and how much I desperately wanted to return to my pretend worlds--somehow. Then the thought occurred to me, “What if I could write my way back in?” Then the “what ifs” and ideas followed behind it just like magic: “What if they were combined somehow? What if they were part of or threatening OUR world?” A scene also took shape in my mind at the skating ring, and you can find this in Neiko’s Five Land Adventure. I just couldn’t wait to sit down at the computer. I do a few days later.
My parents had an old computer in their bedroom with a chair, desk, and Microsoft Word like they were waiting for me all this time. I booted it up, put my fingers to the keyboard, and wrote the first pages of Neiko’s Five Land Adventure (it wasn’t called that at the time, but I’m not sharing that embarrassing title). I knew how to work Word a little bit from middle school computer classes, and I had already taken keyboarding. My imagination seemed to flow to my fingertips. No one taught me how to write a novel; I took what I learned from language arts and books that I had read over the years and put it together. I never attended a writing class or a seminar. I didn’t know they existed for teens or if there were any around. I never had the first thought about being published or being a professional. It was my secret escape, and it was my own personal experiment (my science background showing) and done for fun. I taught myself the basics and just went for it to see what would happen. I didn’t have anything to loose.
Every opportunity I could get at that computer, I took it when I wasn’t off with family or playing video games. I was mad when the teachers would load me with homework and writing time wouldn’t fit in—it was just like how I felt if I couldn’t go play outside or dive in to that new video game I just saved up and bought. I had to wrestle with my parents when they wanted to play solitaire or Taipei. Can they do that when I go to bed? I wanna write! Weekends and summertime meant I could pull late nights (I’m a night owl after all). My parents would beg me to go to bed, so they could sleep. It would be 2 AM, and I was still hammering on the keys and the light of the monitor shining in their eyes. “Aww! Just one more paragraph!?” or “Let me finish this part/thought/sentence.” I said that five paragraphs/thoughts/words/sentences ago. When it was dinner, bathtime, or my time to give up the computer, insert a groan of protest.
Needless to say the experiment was more than a success. More ideas for books came. I finished Neiko’s Five Land Adventure about 100K words later and started on Escape from Ancient Egypt. They weren’t perfect, but I never thought anyone would ever see them. Maps, notes, and character sketches began to pile up along with more characters and more adventures. I hit the motherlode. Time passed, and I didn’t care too much about being left out or not being asked to prom as long, as I can go home and write. The lonely lunches, sitting alone at socializing, or roaming the halls solo allowed time for brainstorming. The emptiness had meaning like never before, and I would leave the bullies back at school and go on the next part of the fantastic journey. I replaced people who didn’t like me and bullies for fantasy writing. I had escaped until I had to return to school the next day.
Eventually, my younger cousin, whose party started it all, took an interest in my stories and wanted get involved. Our combined imaginations took us to new heights for a time. More stories, characters, worlds, and adventures were born. It was nice to have a buddy to share something I loved even if it was a younger family member. No one at school would care anyway, or they would make fun of me at the first opportunity they got. As far as I was concerned, this was private. Only the trusted could enter.
After a few years, I can’t keep a lid on this. No one at school ever knew. People didn’t really do anything to cultivate young writers there or in the community. Graduation came and went and the other kids or the teachers had no idea that there was a young storyteller in their midst. People in the community didn’t teach kids how to write novels; there seemed to be lack of interest thereof. My parents and grandparents sneak peeks when they caught me writing and start talking about it to people they knew. It spreads, but not enough to cause a major ruckus.
One day the computer died. Talk about a major tragedy. It was almost as bad as my dog dying or telling me to give up Nintendo. I have to write with pencil and paper until we get it back, so I could copy it. The guys who repaired the computer find the stories and start reading. People, including strangers, began mentioning about publishing these stories.
Uh, how do I do that? I’ve never thought anything about publishing when I started this whole gambit. It was an experiment and an escape plan to flee from the awful reality I had to face day to day—it followed me into the workforce in the form of workplace bullying and the occasional surly customer who ruined my day or thought it was worth their while to bully me. It’s not like high school where I could tell off the bully; I had to take it and somehow keep my sanity as I smoldered in silence. There were a lot of people who could be dinner for velociraptors or T-rex or some other kind of accident, but I didn’t. They should stay out of my worlds where they belong.
 I thought it would be nice to see my stories as books or even as a movie someday, but I felt that was a lost cause—the unattainable dream. I don’t have a clue about how that could even be done. Years pass and after a rather rocky start, the first two books I had ever written are now books I can hold in my hand as a book, or even cooler a tablet or a phone. I’ve grown even more and did things I thought I never could do. One dream has been made attainable. The other? We just have to see.
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Neiko’s Five Land Adventure
The Neiko Adventure SagaBook OneA.K. Taylor
Genre: YA Fantasy Action Adventure
Publisher: Two Harbors PressDate of Publication: September 1, 2010
ISBN: 978-1936198856ASIN: B0051WJP0S
Number of pages: 354Word Count: Approx 101K
Cover Artist: A.K. Taylor, Kristeen
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Book Description:
The Indians and the Crackedskulls are locked in the turmoil of war and presently in a stalemate. Her enemies, Raven and Bloodhawk, have come up with a scheme to up the ante and break the stalemate into their favor. Neiko later finds out that a land she thought she had only imagined is actually real and contains a legendary and otherworldly evil within it. Not only that, she becomes trapped there and must escape the world, the people within it, and the sinister evil within. 
Neiko must find her way back home and turn the tables on her enemies. Can she come back home and escape the evil that seeks to claim her?

Escape from Ancient Egypt
The Neiko Adventure SagaBook TwoA.K. Taylor
Genre: YA Fantasy Action Adventure/ Historical Fantasy, time travel
Publisher: Telemachus Press
ISBN: 978-1484107355ASIN: B00AR3G4MS
Number of pages: 290Word Count: Approx. 90K
Cover Artist: A.K. Taylor, Steve Himes
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Book Description:
Seeking his revenge on Neiko for exposing him, Francesco banishes Neiko into ancient Egypt just like he did her friends eleven years ago. During her stay there, she unravels the mystery of what happened to her four friends. Now she’s faced with a bigger problem—how to get home. After a series of unfortunate events, Neiko is now entangled with Pharaoh Ramesses II. Francesco also comes to make sure their fates are sealed. Can Neiko and her friends beat impossible odds and return to Hawote and back to the present?

About the Author:
A.K. Taylor grew up in the backwoods of Georgia where she learned about nature. She enjoys hunting and fishing, beekeeping, gardening, archery, shooting, hiking, and has various collections. She also has interest in music, Native American history and heritage, Egyptian history, and the natural sciences. A.K. Taylor has been writing and drawing since the age of 16. A.K. Taylor has graduated from the University of Georgia with a biology degree, and she shares an interest in herpetology with her husband.
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Guest blog Fairytales, Zombies and Romantic BDSM: One Thousand and One Nights by Ruth Browne

One Thousand and One NightsRuth Browne
ISBN: 9781622663316
Book Description:
Sheri spends her days fighting zombies and her nights chained to a wall, earning her every breath by telling stories to her captor Aleksy—stories that make them both forget the ruined world. Sheri could put up with the conditions—at least she knows her sister is safe in the community Aleksy leads—until she realizes she’s falling for him...even though he wants her dead.
When Aleksy allowed Sheri and her sister into his compound, he didn’t know about the zombie bite on her back. It's only a matter of time before she turns into one of the rising dead and threatens their existence, but Aleksy has a secret need for Sheri and her stories. For everyone’s safety, he chains her to his bedroom wall, hoping for just one more day. But how long will the community allow Aleksy to ignore his own rule: always kill the infected. Always.
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"He had meant to go straight to the basin to wash, but instead he stood watching the woman sleep. Did she dream? The coppery hair covering her face likely concealed shallow fever-dreams of blood and slaughter, but the arm curled defensively around her head made her seem vulnerable—a captive no older than her teenaged sister. Rays from the sun reached in through the window, and where they touched her skin a blush rose to the surface, pulsing as though kindled from within. Her dressing-gown had fallen open. Aleksy’s eye was held by the way her breasts pushed against the severe under wiring of her bra.
On her, it didn’t look pre-packaged. The charcoal-grey cups matched the high waisted briefs she wore; the cotton bunched a little where one thigh had slipped over the other. Only when her finger twitched and she resettled her head on her arm did he find the self-discipline to shut his eyes and turn away."


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Fairytales, Zombies and Romantic BDSM
Hello, hello. I'm the author of One Thousand and One Nights, soon to be published by the Ever After line of Entangled. I live in South Africa, which is a country, and I write and review fiction while studying law.
1001 Nights adapts and retells the story of Scheherazade, the mythical Persian queen who escaped beheading at the hands of her jilted, homicidal husband Shahryar (in Persian, “king”) by telling him bedtime stories. In his original form, Shahryar inspires about as much empathy as Ted Bundy. Surrounded by man-eating corpses, protecting his own tiny island of the living, Aleksy (in Greek/Polish, “defender of mankind”) was my attempt to salvage the King from his misogynistic past. He hates and fears his Scheherazade, Sheri, because she's tainted by a zombie-bite, but still human. The feeling of just subsisting from day to day translates well to an updated version: Aleksy tries to keep going in a world that's betrayed him, and Sheri lives with the constant fear of death and undeath.
I first called it One Thousand and One Corpses, but the publisher wanted more romance, less out-and-out horror. I also gave it a subtitle, Sheri and the King, which probably tells you more about my upbringing on Broadway musicals than you wanted to know. I balance that out with a zombie obsession that gave me chills all the way through Max Brooks' World War Z. In fact, I'd pay to watch a zombie musical, preferably written and directed by Richard O'Brien. It'd take about twenty years for a decent production to find its way to Cape Town, South Africa, but I'll fund the Kickstarter campaign and wait.
Doing research for this story was a pleasure. I read the tales of Sinbad, explored the different translations and took a closer look at some traditional fairytales. These stories and their Disney reboots cause me equal amounts of delight and righteous anger. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid: if there's any message there, it's that women should be hetero, beautiful and probably silent. Even better, asleep. One of my favourites is Beauty and the Beast, which tells the story of a spoilt daydreamer, imprisoned and blackmailed until she falls in love with her abuser. I'm writing the BDSM version right now. It's empowering. At least a Belle who reads the Marquis de Sade and dreams about whippings wants everything she gets.
Sure, I'm a feminist. I believe in “the radical notion that women are people”, in the words of Cheris Kramarae. I had some interesting discussions with my editors on this point, especially as regards Sheri and her boundless enthusiasm for sex. I adore the erotica written by Remittance Girl, who takes a similar approach to liberated female sexuality as Greta Christina, a fantastic atheist blogger and sex writer. I wanted my story to reflect these concerns of mine, and I'd welcome any comments on this subject.
Fairytales, zombies, (romantic) BDSM and feminism are themes that run through 1001 Nights. But the story's also just playful pop fiction that I wrote for fun. I hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing. 

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Tour Introduction and Giveaway: Communion by B. Patterson

Hi, I’m B. Patterson, author of Communion. 
Firstly, thank you for having me. 
Communion is my debut novel and, after working on several books, this is the one that I want to share with the world.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but I haven’t always acknowledged it.  I wrote stories all the time as a kid.  Back in grade school, I finished all my classwork early so I could spend the rest of the time working on a story.  In college, after changing my major several times, I chose creative writing.  My parents gently told me they wouldn’t pay for me to go to school to major in creative writing; I ended up switching a fourth time, to psychology. 
Despite lacking a sense of direction, I never gave up writing in my spare time.  I was even able to graduate in 4 years.  Eventually I took a position as an academic advisor at a community college (ironic, given that I had no idea what I wanted to do for my own career).  After working there for some time and realizing graduate school was not in my future, I decided it was time to give my dream of being a writer a fair chance. 
This brings us to last year, 2012, when I worked on two novels.  The first wasn’t that great, but I finished the second novel and gave it to some friends to look it.  The feedback was mostly positive, but there were still major flaws in it.  I had a dozen ideas of what I could add to improve that second novel, but lacked the motivation to do so.  Deciding to take a break from it, I began writing Communionto occupy my time.
Fast forward to January of this year.  I set aside the whole month to come up with ideas for Communion and get a basic plot outline.  Halfway through, I realized I had a gem.  I grew bored of planning and was ready to sit down and write this bad boy. 
I quickly became obsessed with Lester, Gwynn, and the rest of the cast.  The dialogue was a breeze as there was so much chemistry between these characters.  My dhampir intrigued me.  I wanted a creature that stood out as unique among the wide and diverse range of vampires in this genre.  While there are enough similarities for traditional vampire fans to recognize, I added my own special features, like my dhampir’s ability to see the emotions of those they’re bonded to as colors.  Oh, and just wait until you read about Ascension!  And the other plot twists!  There are so many turns you won’t see coming! 
Working on Communion was the most fun I have ever had writing a novel. 
Make Communion your vampire— er, dhampir— read this Halloween season.
Thanks for reading this post.  I’m always willing to chat with fellow readers and writers.  You can find me at:
Blog:  www.bpattfiction.com
Twitter:  www.twitter.com/bpattfiction
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CommunionB. Patterson
Genre: YA/Urban Fantasy
Number of pages: 155Word Count: Approximately 46,000
Cover Artist: Jason Alexander
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Book Description:
"Lester Fuller knows isolation well.  It has been his only friend since Jadarius Singleton humiliated him last year.  But one night after Jadarius's taunts go too far, Lester stumbles upon Gwynn's body.  He's sure she's dead.  Until she bites him.
Vampires are extinct.  There are only the dhampir.
Now something more than human, Lester struggles to determine where he fits in this new society.  Just what secrets about the dhampir are his friends keeping from him?  And what will he do when a notorious figure from dhampir history sets her eyes on him?"

About the Author:
I’m a 25 year old writer.  I’m a graduate of North Carolina State University where I majored in Psychology and minored in Japanese.  I currently live in Maryland.
I wrote a lot as a kid.  I began a new story (or 3 or 4) every school year, but rarely finished them. I finally finished one when I was 16.  It was about ninjas.  It was really bad.
Communion, my first completed novel worth publishing, will be released October 1st. I have that and many other works coming down the pipeline.  I plan to be writing for many years to come. 
My values as a writer include:
Writing high-quality books
Diversity
Integrity
Entertainment
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Interview and Giveaway: Wish Upon a Star by Michelle McLean

Wish Upon a StarMichelle McLean
ISBN: 9781622663323
Book Description:
Ceri McKinley never stopped wishing that her ex-fiancé Jason Crickett would come back into her life. But when he finally does, he comes with a request that puts them both—and all of humanity—into jeopardy.
Jason only wants two things: to bury his brother properly and to convince Ceri to trust him again after he jilted her. But when Ceri agrees to help him get his brother back, they end up fighting for their lives as a zombie uprising threatens them all.
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Jason sank down beside me and pulled me toward him, pressing a kiss against my temple.“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing soot and a few burned leaves from my face and hair. The smell of burned plastic and singed hair coated everything. But it could have been worse.I leaned against him for a moment before trying to push to my feet.Jason stopped me. “Rest for a minute.” He reached into my backpack and pulled out another bottle of water.I took it gratefully, gulping down half the bottle before handing it to him to finish off. When he was done, he bent down, kissing a drop of water from my lips. His hands cupped my face. “I’m sorry. For everything. All of it. Everything I put you through. These wasted years without you.”“I’m sorry too.” I pulled away and looked up at him. “If we get through this—”“When we get through this. Not if.”                                 I gave him a small smile and nodded, knowing he knew what I wanted to say without having to voice the words. “When we get through this, maybe we can talk. About things.”He gave me one more lingering kiss. “I’ll hold you to that.”“But for now,” I said, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead.“Rain check?”“Rain check.”
Author Interview:
Do you write in different genres?
I do! I love writing in different genres. It lets me explore different aspects of creativity and work out different parts of my brain. I write historical, paranormal/urban fantasy, and contemporary romances, and educational non-fiction. Along with a bit of poetry and a picture book or two :)
If yes which is your favorite genre to write?
I really don’t have a favorite, unless you count romance :) But sub-genre-wise, I love them all. Historicals allow me to delve into the past which I absolutely love (my bachelors degree is in History). Paranormals and urban fantasies allow me to play around with the supernatural and other-worldly things which I also absolutely love. Contemporaries allow me to switch up my every day world a little. And my non-fiction allows me to tap into my analytical side and help people with educational matters, which I also really love. I’ve penned poetry since I was little, and have written several picture books for my kids that I still read to them. I can’t imagine not writing any of these.
How did you come up with the title for your latest book?
Wish Upon a Star was originally a fairy tale retelling that was a mashup of Pinocchio and Rumplestiltskin. Most of the fairy tale elements were taken out in edits, but my main character was based on the blue fairy and spends a lot of time wishing on stars :)
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I almost always title the book afterwards. I like to use a line or some words or a theme that is special to or prevalent in the book to use as a title and often that doesn’t come across until it is finished. The one exception is a novella I’m working on. I heard a line in a song that I just loved and built a book idea around it :)
What books/authors have influenced your life?
Victoria Holt has been my biggest influence. She was my first authorial love :) Once I graduated to novels (at a fairly young age) I read everything I could get my hands on. I was always raiding my mom’s shelves and she had a ton of Victoria Holt’s gothic romances. I fell in love with the genre immediately. And when I decided to write my own first novel that type of story was in my head. A historical romance full of romance, danger, and mystery :) I write other genres as well, but historical romances, especially gothic, will always be my first loves.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
One of the books I’m working on has several shape poems in it. Unfortunately, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep them in there as it won’t show up correctly on all digital devices, but they are really fun to create. In the book, I have poems shaped like an hour glass, an ankh, a lightning bolt, a broken heart, a pyramid, an eye, a music note, and several others. Here is one, shaped to look like a drop of blood.
He holdsmy face so tenderly,in hands that had killed.For me. Fingers gently touchmy cheeks. His lips kiss away mytears, my blood. “Breathe,” he whispers.His lips brush mine. “Just breathe.” I shudder,my breath escaping at his command. “If you insist,”I try to joke. Fail. Shouts fill the night air. “Go!” I cry.“They mustn’t find you with me. Go!” He freezes, his stormgray eyes on our hands, clasped between our pounding hearts.The horror on his face mirrors that on my own. One last caress, sobittersweet. He wavers. “Go,” I breathe. He steps back, back, raisedhand stained black with blood. Mine, his, theirs. His pained howl ripsthrough me, burning his image on my soul. “For you I’ll live,” I whisper,unwilling to breathe, unable to stop. They will come for me, their handsgrasping, to return me to my clan. “Go!” I plead. One last look and heruns, his tortured fury echoing through me, his pain my own. Theycome, see me bathed in blood. “Who did this?” they ask. I shrinkfrom their touch. Gently they lift me, murmuring, “Let us helpyou.” I swallow my protests, settle into their strong hands.They ask, over and over, but I don’t speak. And theydon’t suspect. They take me home. I care not.I’ll breathe because I promised I would.But oh how it hurts. He is gone…And…I…can’t…breathe....
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
The first draft. I’m horrible at first drafts. Editing, I love. I can revise very quickly and enjoy doing it. Pulling a first draft out of me is like yanking my own teeth. I’m not sure why, because I really love to get the stories down on paper. But those blank pages just staring at me are hard to fill sometimes. Give me a completed manuscript to polish up any day :D
When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?
Mostly, I read :D I used to do a lot of cross-stitching and I play the piano. I love movies and spend a lot of late nights with my favorites. But mostly, I read :)
What is next for you? Do you have any scheduled upcoming releases or works in progress?
I have a non-fiction book on how to write poetry that should be releasing at the end of the year. And next year, the last book in the Blood Blade Sisters trilogy will be releasing, along with a new historical romance set in the 1920s that will come out next summer. I’m also working on the book with the shape poems and have a fairy tale retelling series I’ll be shopping around soon :)

About the Author:
I grew up in California and have lived everywhere from the deserts of Utah to the tropical beaches of Hawaii to the gorgeous forests of the east coast. The oldest of five children, I am generally an organized mess with slight Obsessive Compulsive tendencies. I have a B.S. in History, a M.A. in English, an insatiable love of books, and more weird quirks than you can shake a stick at.
I am the author of Homework Helpers: Essays and Term Papers, (Career Press Jan 2011), To Trust a Thief (Entangled Scandalous Jan 2013), a historical romance trilogy Blood Blade Sisters (Entangled Scandalous 2013), and a zombie fairy tale retelling Wish Upon a Star (Entangled Ever After Oct 2013). In addition to my novels and non-fiction work, I write picture books and a bit of poetry. If I'm not editing, reading, or chasing my kids around, I can usually be found in a quiet corner working on my next book.
I currently reside in Pennsylvania with my husband and two young children, an insanely hyper dog, and two very spoiled cats.
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Blog: http://michellemclean.blogspot.com/
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Excerpt of Seduced by Angel Read by Author Adrienne deWolfe

Seduced by An Angel
Velvet Lies SeriesBook 3 Adrienne deWolfe
Genre: Western Historical Romance with paranormal elements (ghosts and a clairvoyant heroine)
Publisher: ePublishing Works
Date of Publication: Aug. 28, 2013ISBN-13: 9781614174295
Number of pages:  362Word Count: 94,592
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Kentucky belle Seraphina Jones craves a dashing stranger worth kissing. When she spies her handsome, half-naked hired hand at the riverbank, she thinks her dreams of romance have come true. But this Texican is wanted for murder.
Jesse Quaid can't let Sera's sweet kisses distract him from rendezvousing with Cass, a childhood friend, to clear his name of a crime he didn't commit.  But then a case of mistaken identity turns Cass into Jesse's deadliest rival for Sera's heart.
Now, Sera must find a way to end the feud before the man she loves is lost forever.
Velvet Lies:Book 1: SCOUNDREL FOR HIREBook 2: HIS WICKED DREAMBook 3: SEDUCED BY AN ANGELBook 4: DEVIL IN TEXAS (Available 2014)

About the Author:

Adrienne deWolfe is a #1 Bestselling Author and a recipient of 48 writing awards, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year.  She consistently delights readers with sexy, action-packed, western-style romances, including her Wild Texas Nights series and her Velvet Lies series.  In addition, she is the author of the bestselling non-fiction ebook series, The Secrets to Getting Your Romance Novel Published.
Fascinated by all things mystical, Adrienne writes a weekly blog about dragons, magic, and the paranormal at http://MagicMayhemBlog.com to help her research her upcoming YA Epic Fantasy series.
She also writes a weekly blog with fiction writing tips and advice about the business of writing at http://WritingNovelsThatSell.com.  She enjoys mentoring aspiring authors and offers professional story critiques and book coaching services.
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Hot Scots And Vampires with Cornelia Amiri Plus a Giveaway

Hot Scots And Vampires with Cornelia Amiri
Hot Scots and vampires, that’s what you’ll find in the Dancing Vampire series. Seven sexy vampiric fey sisters, known as the baobhan sith, roam the Scottish Highlands looking for men. In Scottish folklore, the baobhan sith (ba vawn shee) target handsome men on the road at night and dance with them until the men grow exhausted. The vampiric temptresses transform their long nails into talons and rake them across the men’s backs. Clawing at their victim’s skin, draining their blood, then drinking it.
Instead of attacking the men they target, the seven sisters in The Dancing Vampire series fall in love with the men they go after.
Book one, Dance Of The Vampires
One of Ian’s six brothers kicks over the stones of an ancient cairn, unknowingly freeing Sorcha and her six sisters from Underhill. The seven handsome Scots are enchanted by the voluptuous temptresses until they turn on the men. Ian captures Sorcha, giving his brothers a chance to escape. With the dark fey woman still in his grasp, Ian is saved by the rising sun.
Her sisters vanish with the light of dawn and Sorcha is trapped in the mortal realm. The seductress can’t resist Ian’s attentions as he stirs throbbing urges she’s never felt before. Ian is bewitched by the wild delights offered by this vampire siren. He can’t get enough of her. Still, her wicked sisters and his highland brothers want nothing more than to attack and kill each other. Will Sorcha and Ian’s sizzling passion prove strong enough to overcome the differences between the dark fey and humans?
Amazon Reader review – “This was a short hot story that stayed with me long after I read the book. I love the world Cornelia Amiri created introducing the fey in this series and can't wait to read more!” reviewed by Lisa Corderio
Book two, Vampire Highland Fling
Murdina, a dark vampiric fey, hunts the Scottish Highlands for a man, but not for blood—Murdina wants love. She spots Cameron playing the bagpipes, and when a strong wind lifts his kilt, she takes a good look and decides he’s the one.
When Cameron meets a beautiful, mysterious woman who dances the Highland fling for him, his blood boils for her. Soon Murdina and Cameron are doing more than dancing. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they discover true love, but their time together is limited before Murdina’s fey sisters cross the portal to steal her back and probably kill him. Is their love strong enough to overcome the threat her sisters pose to Murdina’s heart and to Cameron’s life?
Amazon Reader review – “A short story that reads as a full novel. The characters are well defined and the plot does not leave you with a lot of unanswered questions.” Reviewed by M. Pollard
Book three – Ever So Bonnie A Vampire
Calin has had fantasies about the vampiric fey, Ever’s, warm, curvaceous body ever since they danced a year ago. When they meet again he waste no time in claiming and capturing her.  Once the sun rises, Ever can’t leave the earthly realm and is bound by fey lore to the human, Calin. Though he has saved her from the sun, things get pretty hot in his arms. Thrust into the mortal realm, his love making excites her like no fey man’s  ever has but she’s consumed with the vow she made to her sisters to not leave them for a mortal man. She fights her feelings for Calin and seeks help from goddess Morrigan.
The goddess has feelings of her own for the tall, muscular mortal so she frees Ever to return Underhill. It isn’t until Ever’s back with her sisters that she realizes her heart is still held captive by Calin. When Calin spurns Morrigan’s attentions, the goddess’s lust turns to vengeance. With Ever out of his reach, Underhill,  and a goddess shape shifting into different beasts to hunt and kill him, Calin McDuff must risk his life and fight all odds to be with the woman he loves.
Amazon Reader review – “If you are looking for a short, steamy and satisfying read with an HEA - this is the one.” Reviewed by Gaele.
Contest: The winner will receive a PDF or epub eBook of Dance of the Vampires. To enter, please comment below with your email so I can reach you if you win. Please visit Cornelia Amiri at http://CelticromanceQueen.com

Guest blog and Giveaway: Ruby Hill by Sarah Ballance

Ruby HillSarah Ballance
ISBN: 9781622662258
Book Description
From her earliest memories, Ashley Pearce has been drawn to Ruby Hill Lunatic Asylum, and she's not the only one. Decades after the abandoned hospital ended its institutional reign of torture and neglect, something lurks in the shadows. Since she’s a paranormal investigator, it's Ashley's job to find out what.
Crime scene expert Corbin Malone doesn't believe in ghosts. A born skeptic, he has no interest in entertaining the hype surrounding the mysterious deaths at Ruby Hill, but he won't turn his back while more women die. He agrees to an overnight investigation, never expecting his first encounter would be with the woman he pushed away a year ago. But when he discovers Ashley is a target, he learns his greatest fear isn't living with his own demons, but losing her for good.
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Excerpt:
Death had a flavor. Equal parts bitter and bland, the damnable taste was more sickening than the stickiness in Corbin Malone’s throat. It soured his gut, leaving him with an unease he couldn’t quite swallow, and the deeper they drove into the countryside—the closer the car brought him to Ruby Hill Lunatic Asylum—the more potent the flavor. Five years a cop, he’d neatly sidestepped the ugly aftertaste until things got personal.Until the body belonged to his brother, Cash.Nearly six months had passed since Cash Malone fought for his last breath inside the dismal, abandoned halls of Ruby Hill. Though his body now rested six feet under a distant patch of cemetery grass, Ruby Hill remained his tomb—a giant, crouching headstone marring acres of otherwise beautiful, rolling hills. And for Corbin, a visage of murder.
Guest Post:
13 Shocking Reasons Real People were Committed to a Lunatic Asylum
If you thought you had to get your crazy on to land in a place like Ruby Hill, you’d better think again.
The following list of reasons folks were locked up for “treatment” between 1864 and 1889 at the RUBY HILL-esque yet very real Trans-Alleghany Lunatic Asylum is absolutely true. (My commentary, however, may be prone to exaggeration.) (Source)
1.      Bad Whiskey – I don’t know if this guy drank bad whiskey, sold bad whiskey, or manufactured bad whiskey, but you’ve got to feel for anyone forced to sober up a lunatic asylum. I’m pretty sure that type of residence is exactly where I’d most need whiskey, bad or otherwise.2.      Drospy – I admit I had to look this one up. It’s the old word for edema, which is what happens when you carry excess fluid.  Basically this means if you’ve ever taken off your socks to find they’ve left dents in your legs, you could have been committed. Now THAT is lunacy.3.      Fighting Fire – Not setting them, but fighting them. Apparently firefighting in the 1800s wasn’t always considered the heroic profession we know it as today. And someone at the admissions desk is a pyromaniac.4.      Menstrual Deranged – What does that mean, exactly? Aside the menstrual part – we get that. Monthly, even. But deranged? We probably don’t want to know, but what do you want to bet a man came up with that one?5.      Masturbation for 30 Years – Erm, okay. But why THIS GUY and not EVERY OTHER GUY ON THE PLANET? I’m just sayin’…. 6.      Suppressed Masturbation – So what we’ve just learned is there is clearly a target zone for this particular activity—somewhere between once and 30 years’ worth. Good luck with that, boys.7.      Ill Treatment by Husband – Okay, so he’s a jerk so they lock HER up? I bet a man thought of that one, too. (I’m gaining a whole new appreciation for my fabulous husband, who—in over 16 years of marriage—has not once sent me to an asylum.)8.      Seduction and Disappointment – I’m not sure who was seduced in this scenario and who was disappointed, but apparently this was not the time to oversell oneself.  (No wonder that one guy just stuck to masturbation for 30 years.)9.      Scarlatina (Scarlet Fever) – You there, with the contagious disease. Into the criminally over-crowded asylum. Yep, that’ll fix you. That will fix all of you. Muahahaha.10.   Medicine to Prevent Conception – To be fair, all forms of contraception were made illegal in the United States in 1873, so this was at least technically a crime. By the 1880s, though, there was a handy-dandy sausage casing device (yes, that would be animal intestine) alternative. Might have been worth a shot because…11.   Dissipation of Nerves – There’s nothing to indicate the dissipation of nerves was in any way related to conception rates, but my husband and I have six children (one of whom was conceived after I was surgically sterilized) and I’m telling you, asylum people. YOU CAN’T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS. It a classic inverse proportion, and if you don’t believe me just ask all those people who see me with six kids and immediately assume I’m crazy.  But I digress.12.   Carbonic Acid Gas – I’m not sure of the particulars here, but just so y’all know, this is a byproduct of breathing. BREATHING WAS A CRIME. 13.   Novel Reading – ERMAGERD, YOU GUYS. First we can’t breathe, and now they take away our novels! But fear not, for RUBY HILL is not a novel, but a novella. Which can only mean READING RUBY HILL WILL KEEP YOU OUT OF AN INSANE ASYLUM!
Okay, so my logic might be a bit flawed, LOL, but I’m going to distract you quickly so you won’t notice. ☺
Here’s a related little historical twist that blew my mind.
In September, Entangled Scandalous released my historical romance, HER WICKED SIN, which is set during the Salem Witch Trials. Back then, the Salem in question was actually Salem Village, which has since been renamed Danvers. Danvers is home to the Danvers State Lunatic Asylum (reportedly one of the most haunted places in the world, and they turned it into APARTMENTS, y’all!), which sits on Hawthorne Hill, the very site of the gallows where the Salem witches were hanged. Nice little coincidence, right? But it gets better. Back in 2011—long before I’d given any thought to writing about the Salem Witch Trials or a haunted lunatic asylum—I had out there a little novella about a haunted house. Its name?
HAWTHORNE.
Mind. Blown.
Now that you’ve been properly wooed (yes-I-said-wooed), are you ready to dive into the dust, abandonment, terror—and yes, romance—of an abandoned mental institution? (Come on—you’ve got to see how the romance fits in there, right?) If so, I hope you’ll consider a dark, dangerous trek (or, you know, just click over) to your favorite e-tailer for the scoop on RUBY HILL!
PS: I’m probably hiking with grizzly bears as you read this, so bear (ha!) with me if I don’t respond immediately to your comments. I do look forward to your replies—and I have been promised nightly wifi—so if I’m not mauled, eaten, or otherwise incapacitated, I will SO come back for you! ☺

About the Author:
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). When not buried under piles of laundry, she may be found adrift in the Atlantic (preferably on a boat) or seeking that ever-elusive perfect writing spot where not even the kids can find her.
She loves creating unforgettable stories while putting her characters through an unkind amount of torture—a hobby that has nothing to do with living with six children. (Really.) Though she adores nail-biting mystery and edge-of-your-seat thrillers, Sarah writes in many genres including contemporary and ghostly paranormal romance. Her ever-growing roster of releases may be found on Amazon , Barnes & Noble, Kobo, For the Muse Publishing, and  ENTANGLED PUBLISHING.
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Interview and Giveaway with Lia Davis

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
Hi! I’m a mother, wife, sister, and soon to be grandmother (that’s a scary thought). I also write paranormal romance with the heat levels from sensual to scorching. I got my love for reading from my mom. At the young age of 16 I dove into the romance world, picking up everything in the historical romance genre. I loved the worlds and history. They took me to another place and time.
It wasn’t until the first Twilight movie came out that I discovered the paranormal worlds. I read the saga in about two weeks and had to find other paranormal romances, starting with vampires and moving to shapeshifters, then other paranormal worlds.
During this time my muse starting developing stories of her own so much I had to start writing things down.

What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?
Vampires have fangs and bite. *grins* The paranormal worlds hold danger, suspense, bad boys, and strong heroines. What’s not to love?!

Please tell us about your latest release.
Surrendering to the Alpha is book 3 in the Ashwood Falls series and tells the story of the leopard Alpha and the Pack Scribe. The heat level of this story, on a scale from 1 (being sweet) to 5 (being scorching), is about a 3.5.

Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?
I use
Do you have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop as you write?
My characters just come to me. I start off with a basic story idea and they just show up and start telling me about them.

How does this world differ from our normal world?
Ashwood Falls is different from other shifter series in that I’ve merged a leopard Pack and a wolf Pack into one. Throughout the series you’ll get to see how these two Packs live and had learned to trust each other while fighting the rogue Pack, Onxy.

With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?
 I do write the stories so they can be read as stand alones. However, there are a couple of characters who stories start in previous books and a common story arc that carries through each book. I would recommend readers to read them in order. Here’s the reading order so far
Winter Eve, prequelA Tiger’s Claim, 1A Mating Dance, 2Surrendering to the Alpha, 3

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?
Oh yes. I call them times the muse takes a vacation. She does this without consulting me first. LOL.
When I find that I hit the block and can’t seem to finish a story or have trouble with a certain part, it is usually because there is something wrong with the plot somewhere. So I got go back to the plot board, which means I get my pen and note and start brainstorming on paper. Once I’m discover the issue, I’m able to move on.

What can readers expect next from you?
I have two more Ashwood Falls coming before the end of the year.
A Rebel’s Heart, #3.5 (part of the Fated Desires’ anthology, Ever After, coming November 12th)Divided Loyalties, #4 (coming Dec2013)

Where can readers find you on the web?
My website is: http://www.authorliadavis.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/lia.davis.52... https://twitter.com/novelsbyliaPinter... http://www.pinterest.com/liadavis35



Surrendering to the AlphaAshwood Falls #3By Lia DavisPublished by Fated Desires Publishing
Tag Line: She's given up hope of peace, yet the Alpha's touch offers promises too hard to run from.
Blurb:
Ashwood Falls’ leopard Alpha, Keegan Andrews holds onto the pain of his deceased mate as his own personal hell—a reminder that not all things are what they seem. The Pack Scribe, Addyson Lewis is no exception. She’s intrigued him like no other since the day she stumbled into Ashwood territory about twenty-five years ago. When he discovers that just being near her calms the storm inside him, he can’t stay away even if it means exposing her to the evil she tried to escape.
Over a hundred years of psychological torture at the hands of the rogue Onyx Pack has left Addyson with no memories of her life before captivity and with the inability to control her psychometric nature. Anything or anyone she touches sends her into their darkest past and secrets, causing her pain she wouldn’t wish on anyone. Without the ability to control it, she’s forced to deny her leopard the connection she craves from the Pack that welcomed her with love and without judgment. That is, until the day Keegan involuntarily touches her bare skin and she finds the peace she’d craved for far too long.

Warning: Contains one sexy alpha leopard who craves the most decadent of dreams, a hidden treasure contained within a spunky woman
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Other Ashwood Falls books: Winter Eve (prequel) A Tiger’s Claim (book 1) A Mating Dance (book 2)





Excerpt:

He stepped closer and studied her as she turned back to the omelet. Keegan ground his molars, took a deep breath, and calmly asked, “Do you like it here?”
She peered back at him, her eyebrows bunched together before she smoothed out her features in that practiced control she used around others. “It’s not home, but it’s nice. I don’t need much, Keegan.”
He took another step toward her. She turned the stove off and handed Will his plate. The boy stood, watching Keegan as if he would harm Addyson. It made Keegan proud of the kid that he’d want to protect Addyson.
Without looking at the teen, Keegan said, “Will, take your breakfast in the living room and eat before it gets cold.”
From the corner of his eye, Keegan saw Will peer at Addyson. When she gave him a nod, he left them alone. Keegan took another step forward, stopping inches from her. He heard her heart beat speed up and smelled her strawberry scent intensify, but not in fear. She was turned on by his presence.
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. His leopard rubbed up against his chest, trying to feel Addyson. He’d never imagine in the past thirty-seven years that he’d find another mate. Then Addyson stumbled into his life about twelve years after losing Cate. He wasn’t ready then, the pain still too raw to see what the leopard tried to make him see.
He’d finally started to accept it, accept the fact that Addyson has a place in his heart and in his bed.


About the Author
Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!
An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing started out as a stress reliever that allow her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs. Now it has become her career. A real life dream come true.
Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.
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Guest blog and Giveaway: Northern Light by E.J. Russell

Northern LightE.J. Russell
ISBN: 9781622662845
Genre: M/M Romance
Book Description:
Nothing gives art fraud investigator Luke Morganstern a bigger rush than busting forgers, the low-life criminals who dare victimize true artists. But when his latest job sends him to a remote cabin in the Oregon Coast Range, he’s stunned to discover the alleged forger is his former lover, Stefan Cobbe, the most gifted painter Luke has ever known.
Stefan, left homeless and destitute after the death of his wealthy partner, doesn’t exactly deny the forgery -- he claims he doesn’t remember, an excuse Luke can’t accept.
But Luke’s elderly client suggests Stefan may be telling the truth and presents another possibility – a dark presence in the woods, a supernatural fury simmering for decades. Luke must face down his fear of the uncanny – and admit his feelings for Stefan – if either of them is to survive.
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My youngest (by eight minutes) son is a lifelong aficionado of the macabre. Nick’s favorite book in grade school was an oversized, cheerfully illustrated book on historical disasters (his favorite was – and still is – the Black Plague), and post-grade school, he graduated to all-things-Stephen-King.
It’s only natural, then, that when he was a senior at the local arts magnet high school, he and his friends decided to make a horror movie. Their script involved a too-good-to-be-true free vacation at a B & B that turned out to be the lair of cannibals. The location for the creepy isolated hotel?
Our house.
I didn’t know whether to be insulted or flattered.
True, the very remoteness of our out-in-the-middle-of-nowhere house can be alarming. We live on a six-mile-long, partially paved road, with no feeder streets – you can only enter from one end or the other. Our house, screened from the road by a stand of shaggy Douglas firs, sits at the back of a grove of ancient, gnarled walnut trees that have almost forgotten how to leaf out, and the blackberry brambles looming on either side of the bumpy driveway rival Sleeping Beauty’s daunting thorn hedge.
To my husband, this set-up is a dream come true. For him, our virtual fortress on the hill is the perfect sanctuary, a retreat where he never has to see a neighbor if he doesn’t want to. But for our extrovert daughter, who gets freaked out by the least hint of the weird, it’s a nightmare in the making. She avoids being home alone like she’d avoid Nick’s favorite disaster, and if for some reason she can’t, she turns on every light in the house. Every. Stinking. One.
Nick, pragmatic opportunist that he is, was perfectly willing to exploit the creep factor for his film, even though he’s just as quick to embrace the seclusion when he’s feeling anti-social.
My two heroes in Northern Light have a similar love/hate relationship with rural isolation.
For desperate painter Stefan, the remote cabin in the Oregon Coast Range, off the grid and hugged by the forest, is a refuge. There, away from the stress of his financial difficulties and the reminders of his personal failures, he finally has a chance to reconnect with his artistic vision and start to rebuild his shattered life.
But the solitude that Stefan finds so comforting nearly sends Luke, my art investigator, running for…well, not the hills. He hates those damn hills. For Luke, who once endured a disabling traumatic event in the mountains, safety is a well-populated sea-level community, where he can see the horizon whenever he looks out his window, and know that he’s not trapped.
So how about you? City dweller or country cousin?  Hustle and bustle or peace and quiet? Or are you like Nick, who’ll take which ever one suits his mood at the moment?


Excerpt:
Luke slammed the heel of his hand against his forehead. Shitgoddamnsonofabitch. He'd asked the fucking question. Now he'd have to listen to an answer he could never un-know. His chest heaved and he stared Stefan down, waiting for the words that would either damn him as a liar or condemn him as a forger. Either one would force Luke to choose between rebooting his career or destroying the man he’d once loved.Stefan blinked. Blinked again, brows drawing together in a tight vee. "What?"For some reason, maybe aftershocks from his Fiat-flashback or mortification that Stefan had witnessed his resultant freak-out, the bewildered affront on Stefan's face kicked Luke into art investigator asshole mode. "Did you think you'd get away with the fake Arcolettis because he was a relative unknown? Because all his pieces except one are in private hands?""Who the hell is Arcoletti?"Luke guffawed, sounding unpleasant even to himself. "Good one.""No. I mean it. Who's Arcoletti?""Jeremiah Arcoletti. American realist painter. Disappeared in 1945 along with all thirteen canvases from his last collection.” Luke's eyes popped wide. "Holy shit. That’s it, isn’t it? The lost collection." He poked Stefan's shoulders with stiff fingers, peripherally aware arguing in the middle of a dark mountain road was ridiculous and possibly suicidal, but he didn't give a flying fuck. They'd finish this now. "Is that your plan? Recreate the lost collection out here in your little studio in the big woods?""Stop it." Stefan batted Luke's hand away, his gaze fixed on the ground, avoiding the question. Pleading the artistic Fifth. Last refuge of the guilty."Where'd you see his work? The museum in Amsterdam? Hell, in all those years of prancing around with Marius, you could have seen every fricking one of the privately held pieces. Marius had the connections for it. You could toss his name around to get access to the Gordon letters too. Damn it." He dropped his arms, suddenly spent. "The Stefan I knew would have cut off his hands before he'd counterfeit another artist's work. What's happened to you?""What hasn't?" Stefan's eyes were wide, his pupils huge in the combined light of headlights and flashlight. "But I swear. I've never heard of this Arcoletti.""No? Then tell me. What's coming off your easel these days? Studies in Monochrome? The Picture of Oregon Gray?”"I…I don't know."The feeble disavowal flipped Luke's asshole switch back on. "Don't give me that shit. You don't paint with your eyes closed.""No. I just…" Stefan's voice was hoarse, and he clutched his flashlight to his belly, casting warped, inverted shadows across his face and distorting his features into a death's-head mask. "I've been painting, but I don't remember them. I'm not even sure how many there are.""Artistic amnesia? Bullshit. You must have seen them when you handed them over to Boardman."Stefan shook his head and pinched his eyes closed. "Thomas always loaded them into his car. I never looked. Not after…not when they were finished.""Why? Guilt?""No. I was afraid…" Stefan wrapped his arms across his stomach, pointing the flashlight into the woods, and his face was his own again, drawn and haunted."Afraid of getting caught?""Afraid of what I'd paint next," he whispered.Luke’s lips twisted. "Denial. It's what's for dinner. No wonder you're so fricking thin.""Why is everything black and white for you, Luke? Let in some color, for Christ’s sake." Stefan forked the fingers of one hand through his hair. "Even a little gray would be a change."Luke refused to allow the broken edge of Stefan's voice to influence him. He’d let sentiment sway him once before and it had cold-cocked his career. "Right or wrong, Stef. It's not that tough a choice.""Fine." Stefan raised his head and met Luke's gaze, his shoulders shifting as if bracing for a blow. "You’ve already made up your mind, as usual. Go ahead. Turn me in to the art police."Luke searched Stefan's face for some flicker of remorse, some acknowledgement he accepted the enormity of his crime. Nothing. Only the droop of his lips and a telltale glitter in his eyes, hinting at unshed tears. "Can you give me a reason not to?"Stefan's breath caught in what might have been a laugh if his face weren't so bleak. "Guess not." He saluted Luke with a middle finger. "Enjoy your drive."Stefan strode uphill, the beam of his flashlight bouncing from road to hillside, and Luke's last trace of adrenaline drained away. He sighed, deep and exhausted.The lousy car sat perpendicular to the road, driver's door ajar. If he was lucky, he'd manage to creep down the hill by midnight. He shut the damn door before the brainless chime of the key alarm drove him nuts and leaned his forehead against the car roof, the beaded rain icy against his heated skin."Shit."
About the Author:
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer and business intelligence consultant. She returned to her childhood love of writing fiction after her twin sons learned to drive and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class.
Her daily commute now consists of walking from one side of her office to the other — from left-brain day job to right-brain author cave — where she’s perfected the fine art of typing with a cat draped across her wrists and a dog attached to her hip. Her stories include gay and straight characters because her life includes gay and straight characters (as does everyone’s).
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
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