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December 22, 2012
December News
Coming in 2013Coming January, 26th 2013 from Silver Publishing:
Three steamy anthologies from some of Silver Publishing’s best! And at an unbeatable price to boot! Only $4.99 gets you an ebook copy chocked full of short stories. Don’t waste any time. Pre-order your copies today!
Dreams and Desires (Heterosexual Romance) There's someone for everyone...the man of her dreams...the woman he desires. You never know where you'll meet or when. Will it be love at first sight or maybe an instant dislike that grows into familiarity and then love? Welcome to Silver Publishing's authors' dreams and desires.
This anthology contains:A Fate Filled Christmas by Cheyenne Meadows
Aphrodite's Rubicon by Angel Martinez
Spanking the Boss by Heidi Lynn Anderson
Dreamscapes by Ashlynn Monroe
Sating the Slayer by Allison Cassatta
Cat Burglar by Pelaam
(More to be announced)
Love is Love (M/M Romance)Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Love does not conform to any one narrow definition. Love between two men is as poignant and true as love between a man and a woman. Love is love.
This anthology includes:A Return to Normalcy by Anel Viz
Clean Monday by A.J. Llewellyn and DJ Manly
Smoke Break by Allison Cassatta
Unmasked by Patricia Logan
Chosen by Pelaam
Never Too Late by Chris Quinton
Leap of Faith by Lexi Ander
My Unintended by Faith Ashlin
Solitude Disrupted by Andy Slayde and AliWilde
(More to be announced)
Three’s a Party (Ménage) Some loves are too big to confine themselves to just two. The heart has room for more. Three's a connection. Three's a relationship. Three's a party.
This anthology contains:Slow Burn by Jade Astor
Three Lovers on the Grift by Edward Kendrick
Poly Sigh by Allison Cassatta
Nikki's Secret by TN Tarrant
Afternoon Delight by Caitlin Ricci
(More to be announced)
ALSO FROM SILVER PRESS2012 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention Winner, Patient Privilege, is going into print! When it becomes available, links will be posted!
Coming May-June 2013 from Dreamspinner Press:The Dear Diary series has found a new home and I’m delighted to announce everyone’s favorite sweet and sensual couple will continue on beyond the second book, Pride. The first book has been re-worked to include scene not previously released, so make sure you pick up a copy when it becomes available. Pride is due to be re-released sometime in July or August, with a third book coming shortly after.
IN THE WORKS“League of Slayers – Diamond Eyes” Hetero Paranormal Romance (League of Slayers book two)
“The Final Seduction” – M/M Contemporary Romance (The third book in the Seduction Series)
“Relationships 101” – M/M Contemporary Romance (The third Dear Diary book)
“Her Savior” – F/F Contemporary Romance (Stand-alone)
“Journalistic Integrity” – M/M Contemporary Romance (The sequel to Patient Privilege)
“Dominic Arden – Vampire Hunter: Origins” – M/M Paranormal Romance (First book)
“Rise of the Pride: Lover’s Pride” M/M Paranormal Romance (First book)
AWAITING CONTRACT“Three Little Words”
December 15, 2012
FREE READS from Allison Cassatta, Caitlin Ricci, DC Juris and Sara York
Check out the latest chapter, by Caitlin Ricci in the Sexsational City - http://sexsationalcity.blogspot.com/2...
And for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, The Sexsational City is a free reads blog by myself, Caitlin, Sara York and DC Juris, featuring gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender relationships. So, if you haven't started reading it yet, go check it out. You might just happen upon a few new authors to read. ♥
And for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, The Sexsational City is a free reads blog by myself, Caitlin, Sara York and DC Juris, featuring gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender relationships. So, if you haven't started reading it yet, go check it out. You might just happen upon a few new authors to read. ♥
November 30, 2012
Dreaming of a White Christmas
I want to preface this by letting you guys know this isn’t a sad post. Yes, it’s about my little brother who died less than six months ago. Yes, this is our first Christmas without him. But, this is my fondest Christmas memory that also involves him. I needed to do this for myself, and I thought I would share with the people who seem to get the craziness that goes on in my noggin. So, without further ado….
Dreaming of a White Christmas
1983, the last time I remember seeing snow so high it reached my waist….
“Allison! Allison! Get up! Santa’s been here!” Matthew had called from the bedroom door. He’d kept his voice down to whisper, just in case Mom and Dad had already been awake. After all, someone had to make sure Santa got his cookies. Matthew had been really adamant about that.“Get up! We have presents!”
He’d dragged the covers off of me even before I’d peeled my eyes open. I’d told him to stop and rolled back over in the bed. He wasn’t even supposed to be in my room. That had been the rule.
Eventually, he’d managed to get me out of bed.
At seven years old, I should’ve been as excited as my three year old brother, but he’d been the one to see the presents, not me.
He’d grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my room. I’d padded behind him, Strawberry Shortcake gown beating around my ankles. The rough feet of his footed jumper scratched against the dark brown carpet of the living room.
The moment the flickering, colorful lights of the Christmas tree and the spread of toys came into view, I’d found his same enthusiasm.
Mommy and Daddy hadn’t woken up yet, but we’d already started playing with our new toys—Barbies and over-sized dump trucks, GI Joe men and a giant Rainbow Bright doll. It was amazing.
Eventually Mom and Dad woke up, and they had to pry us away from our toys to make us eat breakfast. My brother and I scarfed down the food. It was probably oatmeal or maybe bacon and eggs, I can’t remember that part. I do however, distinctly remember seeing all the bright white light coming in from behind the tree after mom had opened the curtains.
We opened the presents and took a million pictures. Mom still has those pictures, but back in that time, people didn’t have digital cameras and computers. Most of those pictures were taken with an old Polaroid, and unfortunately, I don’t have time to scan them all in to share.
But I digress.
Once we’d opened out presents and donned our thick coats, Daddy had taken us outside to build our snowman. I remember it being so cold outside it made my nose burn, and Mom kept saying we needed to come in before we got sick, but we had to finish our snowman.
It had all the bells and whistles—three huge balls of snow for the body, coal for the eyes and mouths, one of those tacky trucker’s hats because every house seemed to have an abundance of those back in the 80s, and one ratty old scarf so Frosty wouldn’t get cold. Frosty lived a long life… a whole three days before the sun melted him into a small mound of mush and coal and disregarded clothes.
I’m sure there have been more white Christmas’s since then, but that one stuck with me. Maybe because that had been the first one Matthew had been old enough to drag me out of bed. Maybe the snowman made it special. I couldn’t honestly say, but this Christmas, that memory will stay with me.
This Christmas, I’ll be dreaming of snowmen, and Santa Clause, and my little brother dragging me out of bed to open presents….
Now, for the fun stuff…
Since you read this, you can enter to win and of the available titles from my backlist. All you have to do is comment on this blog post with your email address and the title you want from the list below. Winners will be selected on December 7th.
"Sins of the Heart" ~ Part of Dreamspinner Press's "Bittersweet Dreams" series
"Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness - Vol. 1"
"Evernight: Romance in a World of Darkness - Vol. 2"
"The Witch's Familiar"
"Kissing Is Easy..."
"Chief of Thrones"
"Seasons of Change" ~ Part of Silver Publishing's "Summer Heat" series
"Sin and Seduction" ~ Book One
"Lies & Seduction" ~ Book Two
"Patient Privilege" ~ Book One
"Aphrodite's Gift" ~ League of Slayers Book One
November 29, 2012
Teaser - Sin & Seduction
Some readers like sweet, flowery romance, and while I have my fair share of those, I wanted to write something very, very different. The Seduction Books are my something different. In the world of the night club Sin and Seduction, things aren't always what they seem. In a cloud of drugs and alcohol and sex, anything goes and nothing is off limits. These books certainly aren't for everyone, but if you like the dark and gritty underworlds and night life, you might just love them.
Sin & Seduction - Chapter One
THE last place Dorian Grant wanted to be on a Friday night was standing in a marshy field in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, watching the ape of a man he’d hired as his head of security beating the bloody hell out of some poor schmuck. And all because said schmuck tried to screw him—Mr. Sadistic Narcissist, of all people—out of a couple bills.
It wasn’t the money. Dorian Grant didn’t give a shit about the money. He didn’t have to. He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a few to spare. It was the trust, the respect. That asshole had thought he would put one over on the crudest “businessman” in New Orleans, and he thought Dorian wouldn’t do shit about it.
Wrong!
Dark brown eyes narrowing with rage, Dorian looked over at Angelo—who stood almost seven feet tall and laughed in the face of the three hundred pounds—and said, “Hold him down, dumbass. He gets away, I’m kickin’ the shit outta ya!”
The threat should’ve been amusing, considering Dorian stood less than six and a quarter and barely hit two fifty. Granted, most of those pounds were muscle. Still, nobody ever had the balls to laugh at Dorian Grant, because what he lacked in size, he made up for in temper, and when that temper exploded into a full-fledged tear, no one was safe, not even a man whom he’d known for almost twenty years, a man who doubled him in size.
Angelo dropped the wooden Louisville Slugger he’d been toting and wrenched the schmuck up from the filthy ground. The land on the swampy edge of Lake Pontchartrain, just outside of Slidell, belonged to Dorian’s family. It’d always been the safest place to do business because no one in his right mind set foot on that spot of land. It was useless, wasted, and abandoned, and perfect for the kinds of crimes Dorian and Angelo committed out there.
No one to witness the shit, and the gators always took care of the evidence.
The half-beaten dumbass, covered in mud and blood, fisted Angelo’s long black ponytail, thinking he’d pull three-hundred-plus pounds of muscle down to the ground, then maybe make an escape.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so,” Dorian said as his fist imprinted the three carats of clustered diamond ring on his middle finger right in the side of the guy’s face. Blood erupted from the wound. The victim—or would that be the perpetrator, in this case—fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing and shit, spitting blood all over the grass and Dorian Grant’s designer Italian boots. “Motherfu…. Boy, ya pissin’ me off right fast, ya know? I might’ve let ya beg your way out of this one, but now—”
“Please, Mr. Grant,” the guy sniveled. “Please, let me go.”
“Oh, hell no! Look what the fuck ya did to my damn shoes!”
The loser’s blood was already on his brand new Armani suit jacket and now, now it was all over his shoes! Thank God he’d gone for morbid and picked black on black, otherwise he would have to make a pit stop at his house on the East bank before heading over to Sin & Seduction. Too many hours had already been wasted screwing around with the dude on the ground. He wouldn’t waste another second cleaning up. The cure to his mood waited at the club, and by God, he intended to get there quick.
Dorian looked over at the wide-ass ape of a man he called his right hand and said, “Finish him off. I’ve gotta cool down.”
Angelo nodded, and Dorian headed to the Mercedes.
In the car’s light, he checked his hands and face, his suit and shoes. His short, deep brown hair was still combed into place. His face was still clean, eyes eager and devious. It wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Maybe he could’ve gone a little easier on the guy, but heat of the moment and all got the better of him.
Damn, that dude had pissed him off, more than most of the assholes he’d had to beat into submission before. Maybe Dorian was more pissed about the fact he hadn’t wanted to be there in the first place than he was about blood on his suit and the swelling in his hand. Didn’t matter. Shit was over now. He’d get a line or two in him, then rail some tight-assed twenty-year-old in the back of the nightclub as he rode out his high. Maybe then the guy in the field and the busted hand wouldn’t be a bother anymore.
Another mark on the scoreboard, nothing more.
He shrugged, slapped the visor mirror closed, then thrust the shifter of his Mercedes into drive as he stomped his foot down on the gas. He hauled ass out of the swamps and back toward Slidell, zipping through backstreets, then onto the main thoroughfare. The Mercedes couldn’t have been much more than a blur as he pushed the limits of the law’s allowed speed. Cops wouldn’t screw with him. They knew his car and knew his plate. He took good care of them, and most of them turned their heads for him. It worked best for everyone that way, because nine times out of ten, Dorian was doing the citizens of southern Louisiana a service by ridding the streets of troublemakers.
All things considered, he didn’t consider himself that brand of criminal. Sure Dorian wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but he was different from the average asshole who just went out looking for trouble. He was merely a businessman protecting his assets. The people he “handled,” they were lowlifes, bottom-feeders.
The valet at Dorian’s favorite spot—Sin & Seduction, a nightclub on the outskirts of the French Quarter—stepped to the curb before Dorian even pulled to a complete stop. A red pitchfork flashed beside the front door. Red velvet ropes kept the ordinary, nameless, faceless partygoers from the classier clientele. A line of those poor, pathetic souls snaked around the corner. If nothing else, there was a high dose of satisfaction in having enough clout to bypass that disaster.
“Mr. Grant,” the valet said with a smile and a nod.
Dorian nodded back, tossed him the keys, then snuck around to the side of the two-story building and straight to the steps that led up to the VIP entrance. He bypassed the crowd as the bouncer grinned and lifted the velvet rope for him.
Inside the club, it was the same old story: assholes to elbows, barely enough room to move or enough quiet to think. That’s what he liked about the place. He could sit back, toss down some high-dollar whiskey, and forget everything that had happened in a day of his life. He didn’t have to hear the screams of the people he’d beaten the hell out of, or had Angelo beat the hell out of. In the club, with the noise and lights, the sweaty bodies and booze and drugs, he didn’t have to think about the names his father had called him until the day the asshole died. There wasn’t room for the memory of his mom dying before he ever really had a chance to truly appreciate her. There wasn’t room for shit, except his high and the lucky little dancer who would have the privilege of playing with his cock that night.
He leaned back against the leather of his VIP booth, held up two fingers, and before he could even loosen his tie, a half-naked waiter brought the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and a shot glass to his table.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
“No problem, Mr. G,” the waiter said with a wink and a grin.
Dorian lifted a twenty from his pocket, ran the edge of the crisp bill down the firm line of the kid’s abdomen, then tucked it in the front of the waiter’s neatly pressed slacks. He gave the kid’s crotch a little pat. Dorian said, “That’s for you. Keep me full tonight and I’ll keep the money comin’. Feel me?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Grant.” The kid shot Dorian one hell of a promising smile before sauntering away.
Dorian shook his head and relaxed against the booth. Waiters could be amusing and all, but what he really wanted was a dancer. Those boys always had the best moves. They were always the best lays.
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Sin & Seduction - Chapter One
THE last place Dorian Grant wanted to be on a Friday night was standing in a marshy field in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, watching the ape of a man he’d hired as his head of security beating the bloody hell out of some poor schmuck. And all because said schmuck tried to screw him—Mr. Sadistic Narcissist, of all people—out of a couple bills.
It wasn’t the money. Dorian Grant didn’t give a shit about the money. He didn’t have to. He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a few to spare. It was the trust, the respect. That asshole had thought he would put one over on the crudest “businessman” in New Orleans, and he thought Dorian wouldn’t do shit about it.
Wrong!
Dark brown eyes narrowing with rage, Dorian looked over at Angelo—who stood almost seven feet tall and laughed in the face of the three hundred pounds—and said, “Hold him down, dumbass. He gets away, I’m kickin’ the shit outta ya!”
The threat should’ve been amusing, considering Dorian stood less than six and a quarter and barely hit two fifty. Granted, most of those pounds were muscle. Still, nobody ever had the balls to laugh at Dorian Grant, because what he lacked in size, he made up for in temper, and when that temper exploded into a full-fledged tear, no one was safe, not even a man whom he’d known for almost twenty years, a man who doubled him in size.
Angelo dropped the wooden Louisville Slugger he’d been toting and wrenched the schmuck up from the filthy ground. The land on the swampy edge of Lake Pontchartrain, just outside of Slidell, belonged to Dorian’s family. It’d always been the safest place to do business because no one in his right mind set foot on that spot of land. It was useless, wasted, and abandoned, and perfect for the kinds of crimes Dorian and Angelo committed out there.
No one to witness the shit, and the gators always took care of the evidence.
The half-beaten dumbass, covered in mud and blood, fisted Angelo’s long black ponytail, thinking he’d pull three-hundred-plus pounds of muscle down to the ground, then maybe make an escape.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so,” Dorian said as his fist imprinted the three carats of clustered diamond ring on his middle finger right in the side of the guy’s face. Blood erupted from the wound. The victim—or would that be the perpetrator, in this case—fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing and shit, spitting blood all over the grass and Dorian Grant’s designer Italian boots. “Motherfu…. Boy, ya pissin’ me off right fast, ya know? I might’ve let ya beg your way out of this one, but now—”
“Please, Mr. Grant,” the guy sniveled. “Please, let me go.”
“Oh, hell no! Look what the fuck ya did to my damn shoes!”
The loser’s blood was already on his brand new Armani suit jacket and now, now it was all over his shoes! Thank God he’d gone for morbid and picked black on black, otherwise he would have to make a pit stop at his house on the East bank before heading over to Sin & Seduction. Too many hours had already been wasted screwing around with the dude on the ground. He wouldn’t waste another second cleaning up. The cure to his mood waited at the club, and by God, he intended to get there quick.
Dorian looked over at the wide-ass ape of a man he called his right hand and said, “Finish him off. I’ve gotta cool down.”
Angelo nodded, and Dorian headed to the Mercedes.
In the car’s light, he checked his hands and face, his suit and shoes. His short, deep brown hair was still combed into place. His face was still clean, eyes eager and devious. It wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Maybe he could’ve gone a little easier on the guy, but heat of the moment and all got the better of him.
Damn, that dude had pissed him off, more than most of the assholes he’d had to beat into submission before. Maybe Dorian was more pissed about the fact he hadn’t wanted to be there in the first place than he was about blood on his suit and the swelling in his hand. Didn’t matter. Shit was over now. He’d get a line or two in him, then rail some tight-assed twenty-year-old in the back of the nightclub as he rode out his high. Maybe then the guy in the field and the busted hand wouldn’t be a bother anymore.
Another mark on the scoreboard, nothing more.
He shrugged, slapped the visor mirror closed, then thrust the shifter of his Mercedes into drive as he stomped his foot down on the gas. He hauled ass out of the swamps and back toward Slidell, zipping through backstreets, then onto the main thoroughfare. The Mercedes couldn’t have been much more than a blur as he pushed the limits of the law’s allowed speed. Cops wouldn’t screw with him. They knew his car and knew his plate. He took good care of them, and most of them turned their heads for him. It worked best for everyone that way, because nine times out of ten, Dorian was doing the citizens of southern Louisiana a service by ridding the streets of troublemakers.
All things considered, he didn’t consider himself that brand of criminal. Sure Dorian wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but he was different from the average asshole who just went out looking for trouble. He was merely a businessman protecting his assets. The people he “handled,” they were lowlifes, bottom-feeders.
The valet at Dorian’s favorite spot—Sin & Seduction, a nightclub on the outskirts of the French Quarter—stepped to the curb before Dorian even pulled to a complete stop. A red pitchfork flashed beside the front door. Red velvet ropes kept the ordinary, nameless, faceless partygoers from the classier clientele. A line of those poor, pathetic souls snaked around the corner. If nothing else, there was a high dose of satisfaction in having enough clout to bypass that disaster.
“Mr. Grant,” the valet said with a smile and a nod.
Dorian nodded back, tossed him the keys, then snuck around to the side of the two-story building and straight to the steps that led up to the VIP entrance. He bypassed the crowd as the bouncer grinned and lifted the velvet rope for him.
Inside the club, it was the same old story: assholes to elbows, barely enough room to move or enough quiet to think. That’s what he liked about the place. He could sit back, toss down some high-dollar whiskey, and forget everything that had happened in a day of his life. He didn’t have to hear the screams of the people he’d beaten the hell out of, or had Angelo beat the hell out of. In the club, with the noise and lights, the sweaty bodies and booze and drugs, he didn’t have to think about the names his father had called him until the day the asshole died. There wasn’t room for the memory of his mom dying before he ever really had a chance to truly appreciate her. There wasn’t room for shit, except his high and the lucky little dancer who would have the privilege of playing with his cock that night.
He leaned back against the leather of his VIP booth, held up two fingers, and before he could even loosen his tie, a half-naked waiter brought the bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and a shot glass to his table.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
“No problem, Mr. G,” the waiter said with a wink and a grin.
Dorian lifted a twenty from his pocket, ran the edge of the crisp bill down the firm line of the kid’s abdomen, then tucked it in the front of the waiter’s neatly pressed slacks. He gave the kid’s crotch a little pat. Dorian said, “That’s for you. Keep me full tonight and I’ll keep the money comin’. Feel me?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Grant.” The kid shot Dorian one hell of a promising smile before sauntering away.
Dorian shook his head and relaxed against the booth. Waiters could be amusing and all, but what he really wanted was a dancer. Those boys always had the best moves. They were always the best lays.
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November 25, 2012
RELEASE DAY: Lies & Seduction
TODAY'S THE DAY!!! "Lies & Seduction" is now available through Dreamspinner Press!
EDITIONS: eBook, PaperbackLENGTH: Novel
Did you enjoy Sin & Seduction? Well here's a little more from the dark and gritty New Orleans night life.
Jason's life sucks. First Jansen, the best friend he was in love with, gets married to a man Jason considers the scum of the earth. Then he has to deal with a coworker with a mad crush on him. He manages a deli during the day and the stage of a nightclub at night. For him, chaos is a way of life - nothing could possibly make it worse. Until he meets a presumably straight local celebrity at the club and his real problems begin.
Bradley Britt has it all: fame, a house in the suburbs, a wife, and a new baby daughter. Nobody knows it's all a cover to hide who he really is. Jason is pure temptation for him, and he fears their first hookup won't be the last. Even knowing he is risking his counterfeit world can't stop him from falling for Jason. Complete honesty will endanger everything Bradley has worked for - but facing the facts is the only chance he has at true happiness.
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November 14, 2012
News of the Week ~ 11/11 - 11/17
I want to personally thank everyone who took part in the Autumns Harvest Blog Hop. The winners have already been notified, but no fret. If you didn't win anything this time, stay turned because I'm always giving goodies away.
NEWSNew Release ~ Dreamspinner Press is releasing the sequel to Sin & Seduction on November 26th. Lies & Seduction will be available in print and ebook, and you can pre-order by visiting the Dreamspinner Press website.
Free Reads ~I am proud to announce the launch of a new FREE READS site with myself, Sara York, DC Juris, and Caitlin Ricci, featuring the stories of four different couples-one gay, one transgender man, one lesbian, and a bisexual woman. A new chapter in each couple's story will be posted every Saturday of the month. You can check that out at http://www.sexsationalcity.blogspot.com/In The Works~The Zoe Lynne Project is well underway. If you're not familiar with it, check out www.zoelynnebooks.com. Our focus is books for LGBT youth. The first book, Love in the Spotlight, has been contracted with Silver Stream Press and is currently awaiting a release date. The second book, That Witch (Secrets of Majestic Hills Book 1) is nearing completion.
Diamond Eyes, the second League of Slayers book is also currently in the works. It was put on hold for NaNoWriMo, but will be picked back up soon, I promise.
Lover's Pride is currently awaiting contract.
Journalistic Integrity (the sequel to Patient Privilege) is also in the works and nearing completion.
NEWSNew Release ~ Dreamspinner Press is releasing the sequel to Sin & Seduction on November 26th. Lies & Seduction will be available in print and ebook, and you can pre-order by visiting the Dreamspinner Press website.
Free Reads ~I am proud to announce the launch of a new FREE READS site with myself, Sara York, DC Juris, and Caitlin Ricci, featuring the stories of four different couples-one gay, one transgender man, one lesbian, and a bisexual woman. A new chapter in each couple's story will be posted every Saturday of the month. You can check that out at http://www.sexsationalcity.blogspot.com/In The Works~The Zoe Lynne Project is well underway. If you're not familiar with it, check out www.zoelynnebooks.com. Our focus is books for LGBT youth. The first book, Love in the Spotlight, has been contracted with Silver Stream Press and is currently awaiting a release date. The second book, That Witch (Secrets of Majestic Hills Book 1) is nearing completion.
Diamond Eyes, the second League of Slayers book is also currently in the works. It was put on hold for NaNoWriMo, but will be picked back up soon, I promise.
Lover's Pride is currently awaiting contract.
Journalistic Integrity (the sequel to Patient Privilege) is also in the works and nearing completion.
November 12, 2012
Autumn's Harvest - Brigid and Mari
A tender moment with Mari and Brigid from The Witch's Familiar
(Don't forget, if you enjoy what you read, comment on the post with your email address for a chance to win an ebook copy of the book featuring Mari and Brigid.)
The solid white kitten Mari and Brigid had chosen together paced figure eights around Brigid’s ankles while Mari built a perfect circle out of dried, brown fallen leaves. They’d decide to do their Samhain ritual in the backyard because the weather stayed nice enough and the wind wasn’t so strong it blew the leaves away. “Luck of the witches,” Mari proclaimed, giving Brigid a little wink.Brigid watched her girlfriend, the best friend she’d ever had, saunter around the circle. Her slender legs moved with catlike grace, muscles flexing with each step. She was the most beautiful creature Brigid had ever seen. Long black curls bounced against the curve of her back. Her cleavage peeked up from the low V-cut of her knee-length crimson robe.With every step Mari took made a peaceful, easy feeling washed over Brigid—such a great feeling going into a witch’s most sacred, most hallowed sabbat. It was Mari’s idea to call on the spirits of Brigid’s mother and grandmother, to give Brigid a chance to say things she’d forgotten to say before the two most important women in her life passed away.Brigid looked up toward the sky. The sun had already begun to set, turning the sky a coppery, golden color with a backdrop of light purple. She imagined her mother and grandmother floating through the cosmos, waiting to be reborn unto the earth. This was the first Samhain since their passing, and though they were long gone from this life, Brigid still felt their presence in everything she did.“You still with me?” Mari whispered as she wrapped her arms around Brigid’s waist. She kissed the nape of Brigid’s neck. “You look lost.”“No. Not lost. Just thinking.”“You miss them, don’t you?”“Always.”“Can you still feel their presence?”“Every day.”Mari stepped around to face Brigid, and she laid her hand against Brigid’s cheek as she pressed their lips together. The kitten stopped its pacing a mewed up at its mommas. And even as their lips remain connected, they both let out a little giggle.“Would you like to see your mother and grandmother again?” Mari asked. Since the night she’d saved Brigid’s life, she seemed to have a connection with the spirits of Brigid’s matriarchs that the witch didn’t have.“I would love to,” Brigid said in a soft, sing-song voice.Mari took a step back, reluctantly releasing her hold of Brigid, then held her hands up toward the sky. The winds picked up, scattering the neat circle of dried leaves Mari had taken so much care to create. The kitten sat back on her haunches, meowing up at Mari as Mari began to softly chant.“I call upon the powers, the lord and lady of earth and night, the sun and moon, the sisters and brothers, please guide the matriarchs of Brigid’s blood back to earth and give them form, so that their daughter may take comfort in their presence.”Brigid closed her eyes and held her arms out, palms facing the coming moon. She could feel the sizzle of new energy electrifying the air. Even the winds seemed to be singing a new tune, and Brigid just knew when she opened her eyes again, she would see the ghostly forms of her mother and grandmother, standing in the circle with her, singing their praises of the life she now lived.“Brigid?” a soft voice spoke. It was the same voice that once sang lullabies to her, that whispered little tidbits of ancient wisdom in her ear. “Mammaw?” Brigid whispered in return as she slowly lowered her gaze in the voice’s direction.There they stood, the two women who’d raised her, who’d helped her become the woman she was today. Smiles curled their lips. Their eyes held a proud sparkle. Brigid gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.She felt Mari’s hand at the base of her spine, slowly rubbing small, comforting circles. Then she felt Mari’s lips at her ear. Mari said, “Blessed Samhain, my beautiful lover.”Tears burned in Brigid’s eyes. She couldn’t believe they were really there, that she could actually see them and speak with them. It was the best gift anyone could’ve given her, and made so much more special because it came from Mari.“Sweet Brigid,” her mother said as she took a step forward. The ghostly woman held out her hands, even though Brigid couldn’t touch them. “I’m so proud of you. And I’m proud of Mari. Together, you have the most beautiful love I’ve ever seen. You’re so happy.”“I really am, Momma,” Brigid said earnestly as she locked her hand around Mari’s. “I can’t remember ever being as happy as I am now.”“It shows, sweetheart. It really does.”“And as such—” Her grandmother said as she took a step forward to join the rest of them. “—I hope the two of you will consider a handfasting ceremony.”“I um…” Brigid stammered as her head whipped back toward Mari. “We um… never talked about doing anything like that.”“Maybe we should,” Mari said as she took both of Brigid’s hands in hers. She knelt down in the grass, right a Brigid’s feet. “Would you do me the solemn honor of being handfasted with me?”Brigid’s eyes widened. “I… I…” “Say yes, dear,” her mother said calmly, giving Brigid a warm, motherly grin.“Yes!” Brigid gasped. “Oh gods, yes.”Her mother and grandmother laughed as Mari stood and pulled Brigid into a tight hug. Brigid cradled Mari’s face in her hands and pulled her in for a much deeper kiss. Both women closed their eyes. Their lips lingered and their tongues danced. Not only did they share an overwhelming sense of joy, but they also felt the undeniable excited happiness from the matriarchs of Brigid’s line. And that approval meant the world to them both.
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November 11, 2012
Autumn's Harvest - Erik and Angel
Love by the fire, with Angel and Erik from Patient Privilege
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When Erik came home from work, he found Angel sprawled out on a fluffy, beige blanket in front of the fireplace. He lay on his stomach with one ankle crossed over the back of his knee. The flames flickered, casting golden shimmers on Angel’s pale, naked back. He wore nothing more than the thermal, maroon Polo sleep pants Erik had bought for him. During the summer, they’d both slept naked, but now with the weather outside getting cooler, Erik thought it important for Angel to have something warm to sleep in.Erik quietly crept across the room, careful not to make even the slightest sound. As he approached his partner, he noticed the white wires hanging from Angel’s ears. Angel was listening to music and sketching in one of his art books and he looked absolutely content. He was completely in the zone, completely involved in what he was drawing. And as always, it was the most beautiful sight Erik could ever imagine. The man he loved with all his heart had beaten addiction and was doing something with his life. Miracles happened and they were evident in the man Erik had decided to spend his life with.He lowered himself to the blanket, cautiously hovering over Angel’s body. He wanted his lover to feel the touch of his lips against his back before Angel felt anything else. The moment Erik’s mouth met the line of Angel’s spine, Angel raised his head.“Mmm… someone’s home early,” Angel purred.“No, I’m actually late,” Erik corrected as he pressed the length of his body to Angel’s.“What time is it?”“A little after eight.”“Jesus, I’ve been lying here for two hours? I’m sorry.” Angel rolled beneath him. “I meant to be up and ready to go to dinner when you got home.”Erik lowered his head and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Angel’s sternum, then the spot above his heart and his collarbone, then the slender column of his neck, and finally on his lips. He smiled and said, “I’m thinking we need a change of plans. Maybe we should order in.”“And why is that?” Angel smirked playfully.“Because I think I’m going to join you by the fire. You look so comfy here.”“I am. Why don’t we get you out of that suit?”Erik straddled Angel’s waist as he lifted up. He slipped out of his jacket, then began loosening his tie, keeping his eyes locked with Angel’s brown stare. Angel sat up beneath him, only enough to reach the buttons of Erik’s cool blue dress shirt. He pushed the shirt down Erik’s arms then laid it aside with the jacket. Wrapping his arms around Angel, Erik guided him back down to the blanket. He kept his lover in a tight embrace, bare chests pressed together and their lips met in another kiss. Angel’s mouth tasted so sweet, like the finest chocolate and his lips were soft, like the smoothest silk. There kiss was the kind fairy tales were made of, the kind of kiss that made fireworks explode in the night. Erik licked against the roof of Angel’s mouth, then slowly pulled back, letting his teeth gently drag across Angel’s bottom lip.“I love you so much,” he whispered, mouth fluttering against Angel’s.“I love you too.” Angel tilted his head as he touched his hand to Erik’s cheek. “Was the risk worth it?”“God, yes. I would risk everything again for you.”With a smile, Angel rolled both their bodies until he was on top and Erik stared up at him. The moment his fingers began to fumble with Erik’s zipper, heat rippled through Erik’s body. It wanted Angel, wanted to be inside his lover, making love to the man he would’ve lost everything for. He wanted to hear Angel screaming his name as he roused his lover’s orgasm.“Get the lube,” Erik asked softly, and almost immediately, Angel popped up from the floor.Angel hurried into their bedroom while Erik freed himself of the rest of his work clothes. He laid everything in a neat pile off to the side of their blanket, then closed Angel’s art book and placed his iPod on top, then he moved it away as well. He lay back down on the blanket and the moment he got comfortable, Angel appeared with a bottle of lube in his hand.“Mmm… you’re ready for me,” Angel purred.Dear God, yes! Erik had been ready for Angel before he’d even found him lying half-naked on the floor, and now that Angel had rid his body of those thermal pants and stood there naked with his semi-erect cock hanging down between his thighs, Erik wanted him even more.“Come here,” Erik said softly, holding his hand out for Angel to take. Their fingers intertwined as Angel sat back down across Erik’s thighs. “You make everything feel so complete,” he whispered. “And I can’t remember ever being happier than I am when I’m with you.”“Just wait. We’re getting married soon. Then we get to start a whole new chapter.”“White picket fences and a yard full of puppies?”“Maybe. We could always start a family of our own too.”“Honestly, I would love to have a family with you,” Erik admitted, though he’d never really given the idea much thought, but when Angel spoke those words, it painted such an incredible picture Erik couldn’t deny wanting the same.“You’re so handsome when you get that dreamy-eyed expression.”“Let me make love to you,” Erik whispered. Without saying another word, Angel squeezed the lube onto his hand and he wrapped his palm around Erik’s shaft. Erik closed his eyes and arched his back, spread his thighs as best as he could with Angel’s weight holding them in place. As angel slowly began stroking, Erik thought of everything they’d been through—their first unexpected kiss and the relief he’d felt when he found Angel. He thought about everything that led up to him lying naked on the floor with Angel on top of him and how special this relationship was considering everything they’d gone through to get there, and it made his heart soar in a way it never had before. Sure, he’d saved Angel, but in a way, Angel had saved him as well. The heroin-addicted prostitute made Erik open his eyes and gave Erik a reason to fight for love that was real, not a love of convenience and safety. He gave Erik his heart back and made Erik fall in love all over again.
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When Erik came home from work, he found Angel sprawled out on a fluffy, beige blanket in front of the fireplace. He lay on his stomach with one ankle crossed over the back of his knee. The flames flickered, casting golden shimmers on Angel’s pale, naked back. He wore nothing more than the thermal, maroon Polo sleep pants Erik had bought for him. During the summer, they’d both slept naked, but now with the weather outside getting cooler, Erik thought it important for Angel to have something warm to sleep in.Erik quietly crept across the room, careful not to make even the slightest sound. As he approached his partner, he noticed the white wires hanging from Angel’s ears. Angel was listening to music and sketching in one of his art books and he looked absolutely content. He was completely in the zone, completely involved in what he was drawing. And as always, it was the most beautiful sight Erik could ever imagine. The man he loved with all his heart had beaten addiction and was doing something with his life. Miracles happened and they were evident in the man Erik had decided to spend his life with.He lowered himself to the blanket, cautiously hovering over Angel’s body. He wanted his lover to feel the touch of his lips against his back before Angel felt anything else. The moment Erik’s mouth met the line of Angel’s spine, Angel raised his head.“Mmm… someone’s home early,” Angel purred.“No, I’m actually late,” Erik corrected as he pressed the length of his body to Angel’s.“What time is it?”“A little after eight.”“Jesus, I’ve been lying here for two hours? I’m sorry.” Angel rolled beneath him. “I meant to be up and ready to go to dinner when you got home.”Erik lowered his head and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Angel’s sternum, then the spot above his heart and his collarbone, then the slender column of his neck, and finally on his lips. He smiled and said, “I’m thinking we need a change of plans. Maybe we should order in.”“And why is that?” Angel smirked playfully.“Because I think I’m going to join you by the fire. You look so comfy here.”“I am. Why don’t we get you out of that suit?”Erik straddled Angel’s waist as he lifted up. He slipped out of his jacket, then began loosening his tie, keeping his eyes locked with Angel’s brown stare. Angel sat up beneath him, only enough to reach the buttons of Erik’s cool blue dress shirt. He pushed the shirt down Erik’s arms then laid it aside with the jacket. Wrapping his arms around Angel, Erik guided him back down to the blanket. He kept his lover in a tight embrace, bare chests pressed together and their lips met in another kiss. Angel’s mouth tasted so sweet, like the finest chocolate and his lips were soft, like the smoothest silk. There kiss was the kind fairy tales were made of, the kind of kiss that made fireworks explode in the night. Erik licked against the roof of Angel’s mouth, then slowly pulled back, letting his teeth gently drag across Angel’s bottom lip.“I love you so much,” he whispered, mouth fluttering against Angel’s.“I love you too.” Angel tilted his head as he touched his hand to Erik’s cheek. “Was the risk worth it?”“God, yes. I would risk everything again for you.”With a smile, Angel rolled both their bodies until he was on top and Erik stared up at him. The moment his fingers began to fumble with Erik’s zipper, heat rippled through Erik’s body. It wanted Angel, wanted to be inside his lover, making love to the man he would’ve lost everything for. He wanted to hear Angel screaming his name as he roused his lover’s orgasm.“Get the lube,” Erik asked softly, and almost immediately, Angel popped up from the floor.Angel hurried into their bedroom while Erik freed himself of the rest of his work clothes. He laid everything in a neat pile off to the side of their blanket, then closed Angel’s art book and placed his iPod on top, then he moved it away as well. He lay back down on the blanket and the moment he got comfortable, Angel appeared with a bottle of lube in his hand.“Mmm… you’re ready for me,” Angel purred.Dear God, yes! Erik had been ready for Angel before he’d even found him lying half-naked on the floor, and now that Angel had rid his body of those thermal pants and stood there naked with his semi-erect cock hanging down between his thighs, Erik wanted him even more.“Come here,” Erik said softly, holding his hand out for Angel to take. Their fingers intertwined as Angel sat back down across Erik’s thighs. “You make everything feel so complete,” he whispered. “And I can’t remember ever being happier than I am when I’m with you.”“Just wait. We’re getting married soon. Then we get to start a whole new chapter.”“White picket fences and a yard full of puppies?”“Maybe. We could always start a family of our own too.”“Honestly, I would love to have a family with you,” Erik admitted, though he’d never really given the idea much thought, but when Angel spoke those words, it painted such an incredible picture Erik couldn’t deny wanting the same.“You’re so handsome when you get that dreamy-eyed expression.”“Let me make love to you,” Erik whispered. Without saying another word, Angel squeezed the lube onto his hand and he wrapped his palm around Erik’s shaft. Erik closed his eyes and arched his back, spread his thighs as best as he could with Angel’s weight holding them in place. As angel slowly began stroking, Erik thought of everything they’d been through—their first unexpected kiss and the relief he’d felt when he found Angel. He thought about everything that led up to him lying naked on the floor with Angel on top of him and how special this relationship was considering everything they’d gone through to get there, and it made his heart soar in a way it never had before. Sure, he’d saved Angel, but in a way, Angel had saved him as well. The heroin-addicted prostitute made Erik open his eyes and gave Erik a reason to fight for love that was real, not a love of convenience and safety. He gave Erik his heart back and made Erik fall in love all over again.
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November 10, 2012
Autumn's Harvest - Deacon and Violet
Arianna's First Fall(Deacon and Violet from Aphrodite's Gift)
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The falling of brown leaves from trees always meant that fall had arrived and soon, winter would be following. Deacon had seen many falls and winters in his lifetime, but this fall was special to him, made precious by the soulmate he’d almost lost his life to save and the child they’d created together. What he could do without was the back-breaking labor of having to rake all those damn leaves into piles. “I’m gettin’ too old for this,” he muttered beneath his breath. No matter how fast he raked and fought to keep them all in their nice neat heaps, more leaves fell or the wind would come barreling through and bustle them all over the yard again.Deacon let out a growl as another roaring wind swept through. “That’s it. I quit,” he declared as he dropped the rake in the center of the yard. “We’ll hire someone or something.”“What’s wrong?” he heard Violet’s beautiful voice from just beneath the cover of the back patio. She hadn’t been out there the whole time… he hoped.Deacon looked up and saw his soulmate, and in her arms was the most precious little girl the world had ever seen. The sight of her tiny auburn curls and bright green eyes, her chubby rosy cheeks and her button nose made Deacon’s heart melt. Suddenly, the thought of battling fallen leaves was gone, replaced only with the thought of being close to his family.“Gimme,” he said in gooey gibberish as he reached out to take his daughter from Violet’s hands. He cradled the toddler against his chest and slowly rocked her back and forth. Deacon couldn’t believe almost a year had already passed since she’d been born. It was amazing how quickly time flew when he stopped counting his never ending days, now he held on to those days and cherished, cherished them more now that he had two very important reasons to keep himself alive.“Why don’t you let her try to walk around?” Violet suggested.“Because, she could get hurt,” the big guy said in a lilting voice as he kept his smiling face directed at Arianna.“Deacon, she can get hurt inside too.”“She could get dirty.”“Honey, she has to learn to walk. She has to get dirty. She has to grow up. What are you going to do when she brings a boy home?”Deacon growled so hard it vibrated his chest and the toddler cuddled against him. Arianna cooed, making sounds that resembled “da-da” when strung together. “That’s right, honey, da-da will take care of those dangerous boys,” he said to think princess bathed in purple bouncing in his arms.“Sweetheart,” Violet said as she tucked her arm around Deacon’s back and laid her head on his shoulder. He loved the closeness. It soothed the protective streak he had when it came to his wife and his daughter. “You’re adorable and utterly nerve-racking, you know that?”“How so?”“Let the child crawl around on the grass. We can give her a bath when we go inside.”“What if she gets bit by a bug?”“Children get bit by bugs, Deacon. You’re being ridiculous.”“Fine,” Deacon said tersely.With obvious hesitation and a level of tension he hadn’t felt since the day of Arianna’s birth, when he’d heard Violet scream out labored curses, he set his daughter down on her feet and held her tiny hands in his. She started walking toward the last pile he’d attempted to rake and he felt her little fingers loosen around his meaty thumb. She was letting him go, as if she didn’t need him anymore. He couldn’t stand the thought. It broke a little piece of his heart.“Look, baby, she’s walking!” Violet exclaimed. “She’s walking on her own.”Deacon looked down to find his little girl slowly padding her way toward the pile of leaves he’d worked so hard to create. If she fell down, at least she would have something soft to land in. Funny, the thought wasn’t as comforting as it should’ve been.He followed close behind her, ready in case she took a fall and started screaming. Her crying was a sound he couldn’t deal with too well, even when Violet reminded him that sometimes, children just had to cry it out. Arianna stopped, wobbled back and forth a bit, tried for another step, then fell forward in the pile. The impact made the dried leaves poof out around her, sending a few back into the sky, and when they land again, his daughter was nearly buried. Nothing but the light purple hood of her little sweatshirt poked out. She started to scream and Deacon charged for her.“Deacon,” Violet called out to stop him, but it was too late. He’d already dug his daughter out of the heap. The sound of Violet sighing made him look back.“What? What if she was hurt?” he said as he dusted crushed leaves and debris from Arianna’s clothing.“Hurt on what?”“I don’t know. A rock. A stick. Something.”“She’s obviously fine.” Violet nodded toward the toddler giggling in Deacon’s arms.The big guy just shook his head and brushed his thick fingers over her plump, rosy cheeks. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered with a smile, “I love you, but you’ll be the death of me, kiddo.”
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The falling of brown leaves from trees always meant that fall had arrived and soon, winter would be following. Deacon had seen many falls and winters in his lifetime, but this fall was special to him, made precious by the soulmate he’d almost lost his life to save and the child they’d created together. What he could do without was the back-breaking labor of having to rake all those damn leaves into piles. “I’m gettin’ too old for this,” he muttered beneath his breath. No matter how fast he raked and fought to keep them all in their nice neat heaps, more leaves fell or the wind would come barreling through and bustle them all over the yard again.Deacon let out a growl as another roaring wind swept through. “That’s it. I quit,” he declared as he dropped the rake in the center of the yard. “We’ll hire someone or something.”“What’s wrong?” he heard Violet’s beautiful voice from just beneath the cover of the back patio. She hadn’t been out there the whole time… he hoped.Deacon looked up and saw his soulmate, and in her arms was the most precious little girl the world had ever seen. The sight of her tiny auburn curls and bright green eyes, her chubby rosy cheeks and her button nose made Deacon’s heart melt. Suddenly, the thought of battling fallen leaves was gone, replaced only with the thought of being close to his family.“Gimme,” he said in gooey gibberish as he reached out to take his daughter from Violet’s hands. He cradled the toddler against his chest and slowly rocked her back and forth. Deacon couldn’t believe almost a year had already passed since she’d been born. It was amazing how quickly time flew when he stopped counting his never ending days, now he held on to those days and cherished, cherished them more now that he had two very important reasons to keep himself alive.“Why don’t you let her try to walk around?” Violet suggested.“Because, she could get hurt,” the big guy said in a lilting voice as he kept his smiling face directed at Arianna.“Deacon, she can get hurt inside too.”“She could get dirty.”“Honey, she has to learn to walk. She has to get dirty. She has to grow up. What are you going to do when she brings a boy home?”Deacon growled so hard it vibrated his chest and the toddler cuddled against him. Arianna cooed, making sounds that resembled “da-da” when strung together. “That’s right, honey, da-da will take care of those dangerous boys,” he said to think princess bathed in purple bouncing in his arms.“Sweetheart,” Violet said as she tucked her arm around Deacon’s back and laid her head on his shoulder. He loved the closeness. It soothed the protective streak he had when it came to his wife and his daughter. “You’re adorable and utterly nerve-racking, you know that?”“How so?”“Let the child crawl around on the grass. We can give her a bath when we go inside.”“What if she gets bit by a bug?”“Children get bit by bugs, Deacon. You’re being ridiculous.”“Fine,” Deacon said tersely.With obvious hesitation and a level of tension he hadn’t felt since the day of Arianna’s birth, when he’d heard Violet scream out labored curses, he set his daughter down on her feet and held her tiny hands in his. She started walking toward the last pile he’d attempted to rake and he felt her little fingers loosen around his meaty thumb. She was letting him go, as if she didn’t need him anymore. He couldn’t stand the thought. It broke a little piece of his heart.“Look, baby, she’s walking!” Violet exclaimed. “She’s walking on her own.”Deacon looked down to find his little girl slowly padding her way toward the pile of leaves he’d worked so hard to create. If she fell down, at least she would have something soft to land in. Funny, the thought wasn’t as comforting as it should’ve been.He followed close behind her, ready in case she took a fall and started screaming. Her crying was a sound he couldn’t deal with too well, even when Violet reminded him that sometimes, children just had to cry it out. Arianna stopped, wobbled back and forth a bit, tried for another step, then fell forward in the pile. The impact made the dried leaves poof out around her, sending a few back into the sky, and when they land again, his daughter was nearly buried. Nothing but the light purple hood of her little sweatshirt poked out. She started to scream and Deacon charged for her.“Deacon,” Violet called out to stop him, but it was too late. He’d already dug his daughter out of the heap. The sound of Violet sighing made him look back.“What? What if she was hurt?” he said as he dusted crushed leaves and debris from Arianna’s clothing.“Hurt on what?”“I don’t know. A rock. A stick. Something.”“She’s obviously fine.” Violet nodded toward the toddler giggling in Deacon’s arms.The big guy just shook his head and brushed his thick fingers over her plump, rosy cheeks. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered with a smile, “I love you, but you’ll be the death of me, kiddo.”
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November 1, 2012
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What happens when you pull four authors together to tell the stories of four couples dealing with the burdens of being an adult in today's world? SOMETHING SEXSATIONAL!
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ANNALEE AND SHELBY by Caitlin Ricci
A childhood spent in foster care can produce very different results in people, as Annalee Christof knows all too well. Some children are more resilient, others have a harder time coming back from years of questioning the whys and hows. Annalee has long since grown out of asking why her mother gave her up when she was barely a teenager.
Now, nearly a decade later, she knows she's stronger than she was back then. She has a job, friends, and a life she's built for herself away from memories that she tells herself can no longer hurt her. The only regret she has, the one thing she wishes she could make different, would be finding her childhood best friend, a girl she might have loved once had she not been sent away one stormy afternoon. Annalee's been searching for ten years for the girl she knew as Shelby Rainne. And she's not about to give up yet.
JAKE AND MICHAEL by Sara York
Jake Burros owns his own landscaping business, Make It Grow, but he's in the red so deep he doesn't know how to get out. His long time lover took off to the islands two months ago, skipping town with a young twink and eighty thousands dollars of Jake's money. The cops think they can get the money back eventually—Well, probably not, but in the meantime Jake has to survive, pay his employees, the bills for his business, and find a new place to live. Their craftsman mansion in the upper class suburb they lived in outside of Chicago was in his lover's name, and of course the man hadn't been paying the mortgage. Jake was shit out of luck and ready to do anything to get the money, even become a boy toy, if an older man can become a toy, for a rich young thing.
Michael Spears may look like a pretty boy without brains, and sure, his seed money came from his mommy and daddy, but he's invested in a few smart businesses and he's hit it big. He downplays his wealth, but when the super sexy Jake Burros asks for an investment partner, Michael doesn't want their relationship to end on the dotted line. He asks Jake to dinner, starting the beginnings of a very twisted relationship that leaves them both wondering how far they'll take it.
JOHN AND DARLA MCKAY by Allison Cassatta
Darla and John McKay have a great life together. They have ten successful years of marriage under their belts. John is a brilliant and well-established author. Darla is quickly climbing the corporate ladder. Everything is perfect... well, almost perfect.
Their dwindling love life is a cause of concern. John, in an effort to spice things up in the bedroom, casually suggests a threesome, but he picks the worst possible time to bring the topic up--like while his wife is going down on him. Of course, Darla had a knee-jerk reaction to his request, but what John doesn't know about his dear wife is she has secret fantasies of her own, fantasies left back in the door room of her old alma mater.
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LINK AND HADDON by DC Juris
Link never thought Haddon, the sexy owner of Dayre - the hottest gay club in town - would ever look twice at a transman like him. But boy, was he wrong. After five years together, their relationship is rock solid. Or... is it?
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ANNALEE AND SHELBY by Caitlin Ricci
A childhood spent in foster care can produce very different results in people, as Annalee Christof knows all too well. Some children are more resilient, others have a harder time coming back from years of questioning the whys and hows. Annalee has long since grown out of asking why her mother gave her up when she was barely a teenager.
Now, nearly a decade later, she knows she's stronger than she was back then. She has a job, friends, and a life she's built for herself away from memories that she tells herself can no longer hurt her. The only regret she has, the one thing she wishes she could make different, would be finding her childhood best friend, a girl she might have loved once had she not been sent away one stormy afternoon. Annalee's been searching for ten years for the girl she knew as Shelby Rainne. And she's not about to give up yet.
JAKE AND MICHAEL by Sara York
Jake Burros owns his own landscaping business, Make It Grow, but he's in the red so deep he doesn't know how to get out. His long time lover took off to the islands two months ago, skipping town with a young twink and eighty thousands dollars of Jake's money. The cops think they can get the money back eventually—Well, probably not, but in the meantime Jake has to survive, pay his employees, the bills for his business, and find a new place to live. Their craftsman mansion in the upper class suburb they lived in outside of Chicago was in his lover's name, and of course the man hadn't been paying the mortgage. Jake was shit out of luck and ready to do anything to get the money, even become a boy toy, if an older man can become a toy, for a rich young thing.
Michael Spears may look like a pretty boy without brains, and sure, his seed money came from his mommy and daddy, but he's invested in a few smart businesses and he's hit it big. He downplays his wealth, but when the super sexy Jake Burros asks for an investment partner, Michael doesn't want their relationship to end on the dotted line. He asks Jake to dinner, starting the beginnings of a very twisted relationship that leaves them both wondering how far they'll take it.
JOHN AND DARLA MCKAY by Allison Cassatta
Darla and John McKay have a great life together. They have ten successful years of marriage under their belts. John is a brilliant and well-established author. Darla is quickly climbing the corporate ladder. Everything is perfect... well, almost perfect.
Their dwindling love life is a cause of concern. John, in an effort to spice things up in the bedroom, casually suggests a threesome, but he picks the worst possible time to bring the topic up--like while his wife is going down on him. Of course, Darla had a knee-jerk reaction to his request, but what John doesn't know about his dear wife is she has secret fantasies of her own, fantasies left back in the door room of her old alma mater.
Long story short... Darla's see-saw tips both ways, only her loving husband has no idea.
LINK AND HADDON by DC Juris
Link never thought Haddon, the sexy owner of Dayre - the hottest gay club in town - would ever look twice at a transman like him. But boy, was he wrong. After five years together, their relationship is rock solid. Or... is it?
2012 is turing out to be the year from hell - Link's transphobic family, Haddon's ex lover Mel, and a series of mysterious events in their new house are all conspiring to turn their lives upside down.
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