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December 10, 2014
It's All About the Book: High Risk Fever by Lea Bronsen w/a #giveaway

It’s All About the Book…
* Please tell us about your current release.
Title: High-Risk FeverBlurb: Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian. A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
*What is this book’s genre? Is this the genre you usually write in? Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?
High-Risk Fever is an erotic gay/GLBT multi-partner/ménage romance. I write both erotic contemporary romance and erotica on one side, and suspense romance, crime drama, and psychological thriller on the other. Funnily enough, Regency-historical romance is becoming popular again, and since I’ve always been a cowboys-and-Indians kinda girl, I could definitely consider writing a story from the Civil War era, for example.
* What inspired you to write this book? I started it in response to an erotica anthology call in the spring of 2013. The inspiration itself was a mega sexy photo of British dancer Aaron Sillis sitting on a bicycle. It was begging for a story to be told, and I was more than happy to oblige! Ha ha
* How did you pick its title? Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?
The title came to me while I was writing the first chapter. I knew then that the location was in the HIGH mountains, the interaction between some of the characters would become very RISKY, and one them was going to be sick with a FEVER (thus hot and sweaty, lol) so I made this little wordplay for the title.
* How did you create your characters? Did you use any real life people in their making?The two main characters, Anne and the Italian bicyclist Micaela (or Mica as she likes to call him) came to life naturally, but the full depths and widths of their personalities weren’t clear to me until the end of the book. The two other characters, Anne’s husband and Mica’s boyfriend, were fleshed out little by little, too. I didn’t use any real life people in their making – but the bed & breakfast is a real place I have visited and loved, so every locale detail in the book is accurate J
* Who is your favorite character of this book and why?My favorite character is Mica because I’ve given him all the qualities I like in a man. He’s gorgeous, self-confident, mischievous, hot-blooded, and athletic – and he has a high sex drive. Writing the story from Anne’s POV meant I got to drool on him, too! *grins*
* What is your favorite part of this book? Can you share an excerpt from that part?I think the part I like the best is the one where Mica begins to show his feelings for Anne. I may write dripping erotica, but I’m a real softie inside! Here’s an excerpt:
The mattress moved. Mica’s warm body snuggled against hers, molding to her back.She froze, stopped breathing.“Why you crying?” His warm breath brushed her neck. A hand sneaked between her arm and chest, wound around her stomach, and pressed them closer together.
* What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?The most difficult part was writing the last ménage scene, which spanned over three chapters. The choreography – keeping track of four different person’s simultaneous actions, reactions, interactions, feelings, and dialogues – was simply crazy! Here’s an excerpt:
Todd directed his thick, smooth length to Anne’s folds then stopped. A frown grew on his forehead, and he masturbated a little. “I’ve never done this with a girl. It’s so strange.”“It’s okay. Let me do it.”She was about to grab his cock when Mica appeared out of nowhere and snuck a hand between her thighs. What was he up to?Oh, he started a centrifuging program, the devil. The machine vibrated under her ass, with a speedy, rumbling noise echoing in the tiny bathroom.Todd raised his brows. “What are you doing that for?”“Wait and see.” Mica grinned.She gasped as the vibrations from the hard plastic ran through her body, shaking and tickling every sensitive bit, pussy, nipples, tongue. Clutching the side of the washer for balance didn’t help much, because her hands and arms trembled. She had no control. A new rush of unmistakable heat built in the deepest part of her, sending waves through her stomach. One stronger than the others made her mew and arch her back. Was she going to come before he even penetrated her?“Oh, I get it.” Todd placed himself between her legs again, the tip of his hard rod poking between her lips. She was so wide open, it would take one push for him to slide into her wet heat.“Wait.” Mica put a hand on her ribs and pressed her down on her back. At the same time, he shoulder-bumped Todd away from her.Now the vibrations made every single bone in her spine shake against the hard surface. She put her feet up on the washer, facilitating the access to her needy entrance. More juices leaked, like a sizzling rain of hot lust. The combination of alcohol in her veins and witnessing the atrociously erotic gay sex had her at the brink of orgasm. She closed her eyes and prayed to be filled now.“Mica, what the fuck?” Todd’s breathing came in quick pulses through gritted teeth. “What the hell’s on your mind?”Mica laughed. “I said wait. First, you have to learn how to treat a woman.”“No. I need to come so fucking bad. Look, I’m dripping.”She opened her eyes. Indeed, semen leaked from the thick, reddish mushroom head in Todd’s fist. Oh, her pussy muscles clenched again. And again.Ignoring him, Mica gazed at Brian, who stood on the other side of her. “Is okay I taste your wife?”“Yeah.” Brian was red-faced, his chest hair wet from the shower. He held the bottle of cognac in one hand and his giant erection in the other.Anne’s head spun, as if she were hanging from a carousel gone mad while her body trembled from the turbine underneath.Todd groaned. “I swear I can’t wait.” With a grimace of pain, he stroked his cock.Mica knelt between her spread legs, lapped the tender flesh between her lips, and slid his tongue inside her.
* Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?No, I never do. I write whenever I have time, or when an idea comes to me and I hastily note it down to develop it later.
* Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series? If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be released?This story, contrarily to others I have written, is a stand-alone. Of course, I do have a few ideas about what happens next, but as of today, there isn’t enough material to write a sequel. The next story to (hopefully) be released during spring 2015 is book two of the erotic interracial romance series Hot Model Mine. I’m also nose deep in a longer and more complex project, the psychological thriller Carnivora that deals with child trafficking.
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High-Risk FeverLea BronsenDecadent Publishing, @57k wordsContemporary, Erotic Romance, Menage/multiple partners, GLBT/gay

A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned.
But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
BUY LINKS: Decadent | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | Kobo Barnes & Noble | Smashwords | All Romance eBooksAdd it to your Goodreads list
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ABOUT LEA BRONSEN:

*****Giveaway
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Published on December 10, 2014 12:47
Black Hills Desperado by D.L. Jackson ~ Pre-order NOW!!!

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She’s a bad girlfriend.

When Xio turns state's evidence against a Mexican drug lord, Agent Marcus Cazador steps up to take her home, giving up his career, his place in the El Paso pack, and all he knows to protect her.
Xio claims she’s not the same wolf who left ten years before, but can she convince Marcus she’s changed her wicked ways? Or will the Black Hills be the end of the road on her long journey to redemption?
Available for preorder now:
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Published on December 10, 2014 03:00
December 8, 2014
Cover Reveal: Love's Revenge by Terri Rochenski
Love’s Revenge
Means of Mercy #2Sweet Historical RomanceBy Terri RochenskiRelease Date: January 26, 2014

Embittered by betrayal, Anne MacKay flees London for America, where she learns she’s pregnant with her abusive husband’s longed-for heir. In a society that doesn’t protect, or afford a well-to-do wife’s desire for divorce, Anne decides there is one way to exact revenge: deny the father any knowledge of his child.
Sought after by her husband’s henchmen, Anne travels by rail and horseback, far from civilization where silk and stays are worn, let alone thought of. Lies and deceit protect her identity for a time, allowing her to birth—and grow to love—the child who was supposed to be her vengeance.
With the help of her loyal and protective business partner, Jude Connagher, and the ranch hands in their Montana Territory valley, Anne attempts to rebuild her life under the shadow of her husband’s wrath.
One unwise decision lands Anne in her pursuers’ clutches, tearing her from the ranch, her child, and her growing love for the one man who could redeem her from bitterness. She’s left with no choice but to finally face her husband, knowing her freedom and life hang in the balance.
About Terri Rochenski
Terri started writing stories in the eighth grade when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with storytelling.
Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her three young children allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be foundsprawled on the couch with a book or pencil in hand, and toothpicks propping her eyelids open.
Website: www.terrirochenski.com/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/TerriRochenski
Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Terri-Rochenski-Author/192565074112400
Published on December 08, 2014 00:00
December 1, 2014
Author, author.. A Wish Across Time by C.R. Moss & a #giveaway
...read all about it !!
It’s All About the Book…
* Please tell us about your current or upcoming release. (Title & Blurb)A Wish Across TimeRaritan Manor Ranch, 3 A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate. When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?
* What is this book’s genre? Is this the genre you usually write in? Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?~ It’s a contemporary erotic romance and is one aspect of what I normally write. I’ve thought about a bunch of other genres, but if I don’t feel I’d be able to do a genre justice, I tend to shy away from it. That’s not to say I won’t ever write in a new genre, though. ;)
* What inspired you to write this book?~ Many years ago in a state far away (Texas at that time), I started to write romance. Before that, I’d been into writing horror. Still am, but that’s a tale for another day under my other pen name. Anyway, at that time, I came up with ideas for a few stories that revolved around a particular family and a matchmaking cat who all lived in New Jersey. New Jersey is where I’d been born (even more years ago) and raised. Not sure what the exact inspiration for the books in this series is anymore. It’s been so long.
* How did you pick its title? Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?~ Since it’s a re-published series, I had the stories first and then just based the new titles kind of off of what’s going on in the stories.
* How did you create your characters? Did you use any real life people in their making?~ Again, it’s been quite some time since I created the stories so as to how the characters came about I really can’t say, though they are a mish mash of people I know and of myself.
*Who is your favorite character of this book and why?~ The cat, Myrddin. He’s based off of my own fur baby.
* What is your favorite part of this book? Can you share an excerpt from that part?~ During a lovemaking scene: She felt so alive, so connected to the earth and sky. It was as if she could touch the universe, feel the heat of the stars, burn hot and fast like the cosmic rays just by being with Ryan.
* What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?~ Where the ‘S’ hits the fan cause it’s sad. I could share a peek, but I don’t want to spoil anything.
* Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?~ Not that I can recall. Did listen to a bunch of 80’s music though…
* Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series? If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be released?~ It’s part of a series. It’s the third book so far. They can be read as standalones, but you probably would be better served reading them in order. I have plans to continue the series, focusing more on the ranch aspects and some of the cowboys and cowgirls that work on it, but I have other projects screaming at me to get done first so it might be a while.
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A Wish Across TimeRaritan Manor Ranch Book 3C. R. Moss
A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate.
When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.
Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn't plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?
Buy Links: Evernight Publishing Amazon B&N All Romance Ebooks BookStrand
Excerpt
Moments later, he jerked out and away from her, then pulled her up from the floor. In a quick turn, he spun and thrust her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers with unapologetic force. He fumbled with the fastens of her jeans, then when they were undone, tugged the material down her legs.“Commando, huh?” Not letting her answer, he positioned his head between her legs and swept his tongue over her pussy.Fleeting imaginings of her family and friends coming home and being welcomed by the sight of her and Ryan fucking at the foot of the stairs danced through her mind. If it happened, so be it. Getting caught only added to the heightened state of arousal she was already in.His tongue and fingers stroked her. Her heartbeat sped up, as did her breathing. He seemed to have mastered the technique of cunnilingus if the way her nerves caught fire and flamed up from her pussy to the rest of her body were any indication. She panted. She clasped his head, ready to feel an orgasm rip through her body.He stopped, stood, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and from it, the all too familiar foil packet. Ryan held it up. “Yes?”“Yes.” She nodded as well to emphasize the point.In a few quick motions, he had himself sheathed and pressed up against her body. “You are one sexy lady. Anyone ever tell you that?”She bobbed her head again and guided his cock into her pussy.“Put your legs around me,” he demanded.Supported by the wall and his hands on her ass, she wrapped one leg then the other around him and found the position to be quite enjoyable. Ryan pumped into her as he kissed and sucked her shoulder. She rode him, feeling the sexual energy build between them.Her ex had never been so passionate. In fact, their lovemaking had been so normal and ordinary he never would have considered taking her up against a wall, and especially not in a location where they could get caught. It was nice being with a man who exuded confidence and gave into desire, even if it was Ryan.
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Book 1 ~ Dream Across Time
A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.
Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.
Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?
Buy Links: ARe Bookstrand Evernight Publishing Amazon Find C.R. Moss on Barnes & Noble
Book 2 ~ Journey Across Time
There is magic on the ranch...A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.
Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?
Buy Links: ARe Bookstrand Evernight Publishing Amazon
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Author Bio:
An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.More about C.R. Moss: So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy. Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/
Author Links:~ Website: http://crmoss.com ~ Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/ ~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author ~ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss ~ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CRMoss ~ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/crmoss/
Come see C. Moss & other wonderful authors at http://www.hotmojaveknights.com October 2015!
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Giveaway
$10 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
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It’s All About the Book…
* Please tell us about your current or upcoming release. (Title & Blurb)A Wish Across TimeRaritan Manor Ranch, 3 A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate. When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?
* What is this book’s genre? Is this the genre you usually write in? Are there any genre’s you haven’t written that you’d like to try?~ It’s a contemporary erotic romance and is one aspect of what I normally write. I’ve thought about a bunch of other genres, but if I don’t feel I’d be able to do a genre justice, I tend to shy away from it. That’s not to say I won’t ever write in a new genre, though. ;)
* What inspired you to write this book?~ Many years ago in a state far away (Texas at that time), I started to write romance. Before that, I’d been into writing horror. Still am, but that’s a tale for another day under my other pen name. Anyway, at that time, I came up with ideas for a few stories that revolved around a particular family and a matchmaking cat who all lived in New Jersey. New Jersey is where I’d been born (even more years ago) and raised. Not sure what the exact inspiration for the books in this series is anymore. It’s been so long.
* How did you pick its title? Did it come first or did you have to write the story first?~ Since it’s a re-published series, I had the stories first and then just based the new titles kind of off of what’s going on in the stories.
* How did you create your characters? Did you use any real life people in their making?~ Again, it’s been quite some time since I created the stories so as to how the characters came about I really can’t say, though they are a mish mash of people I know and of myself.
*Who is your favorite character of this book and why?~ The cat, Myrddin. He’s based off of my own fur baby.
* What is your favorite part of this book? Can you share an excerpt from that part?~ During a lovemaking scene: She felt so alive, so connected to the earth and sky. It was as if she could touch the universe, feel the heat of the stars, burn hot and fast like the cosmic rays just by being with Ryan.
* What was the hardest part of this book to write? Can you share an excerpt from that part?~ Where the ‘S’ hits the fan cause it’s sad. I could share a peek, but I don’t want to spoil anything.
* Did you have any special rhythm or quirks while writing this?~ Not that I can recall. Did listen to a bunch of 80’s music though…
* Is this a stand-alone book or is it part of a series? If so, we want to hear about it and what’s next in the series. If not a series, what comes next to be released?~ It’s part of a series. It’s the third book so far. They can be read as standalones, but you probably would be better served reading them in order. I have plans to continue the series, focusing more on the ranch aspects and some of the cowboys and cowgirls that work on it, but I have other projects screaming at me to get done first so it might be a while.
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A Wish Across TimeRaritan Manor Ranch Book 3C. R. Moss

When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.
Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn't plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He's told he has three dates to win her over.Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?
Buy Links: Evernight Publishing Amazon B&N All Romance Ebooks BookStrand
Excerpt
Moments later, he jerked out and away from her, then pulled her up from the floor. In a quick turn, he spun and thrust her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers with unapologetic force. He fumbled with the fastens of her jeans, then when they were undone, tugged the material down her legs.“Commando, huh?” Not letting her answer, he positioned his head between her legs and swept his tongue over her pussy.Fleeting imaginings of her family and friends coming home and being welcomed by the sight of her and Ryan fucking at the foot of the stairs danced through her mind. If it happened, so be it. Getting caught only added to the heightened state of arousal she was already in.His tongue and fingers stroked her. Her heartbeat sped up, as did her breathing. He seemed to have mastered the technique of cunnilingus if the way her nerves caught fire and flamed up from her pussy to the rest of her body were any indication. She panted. She clasped his head, ready to feel an orgasm rip through her body.He stopped, stood, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and from it, the all too familiar foil packet. Ryan held it up. “Yes?”“Yes.” She nodded as well to emphasize the point.In a few quick motions, he had himself sheathed and pressed up against her body. “You are one sexy lady. Anyone ever tell you that?”She bobbed her head again and guided his cock into her pussy.“Put your legs around me,” he demanded.Supported by the wall and his hands on her ass, she wrapped one leg then the other around him and found the position to be quite enjoyable. Ryan pumped into her as he kissed and sucked her shoulder. She rode him, feeling the sexual energy build between them.Her ex had never been so passionate. In fact, their lovemaking had been so normal and ordinary he never would have considered taking her up against a wall, and especially not in a location where they could get caught. It was nice being with a man who exuded confidence and gave into desire, even if it was Ryan.
*****
Book 1 ~ Dream Across Time

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?
Buy Links: ARe Bookstrand Evernight Publishing Amazon Find C.R. Moss on Barnes & Noble
Book 2 ~ Journey Across Time

Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?
Buy Links: ARe Bookstrand Evernight Publishing Amazon
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Author Bio:

Author Links:~ Website: http://crmoss.com ~ Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/ ~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author ~ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss ~ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CRMoss ~ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/crmoss/
Come see C. Moss & other wonderful authors at http://www.hotmojaveknights.com October 2015!
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Giveaway
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Published on December 01, 2014 04:36
November 26, 2014
Book Sale: Marissa Dobson Books on sale for a limited time !!

Theirs to Treasure (Beyond Monogamy Book 1), Hope's Toy Chest (Cedar Grove Medical Book 1), and Storm Queen (Stormkin Book 1) are all only $0.99 from November 27th until December 1st at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance Ebooks.
At my website I'm also doing a sale for print books. You can buy the complete Alaskan Tigers series, all eight books, for only $50 + shipping. Normally priced at $80. Also print books are buy two get one 50% off.
Theirs to Treasure

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About the AuthorBorn and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She’s a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning. Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with. Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He’s her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night. Her writing buddies Max (a cocker spaniel) and Dawne (a beagle mix) are always around to listen to her bounce ideas off them. They might not be able to answer, but they’re helpful in their own ways. She love to hear from readers so send her an email at marissa@marissadobson.com or visit her online at http://www.marissadobson.com.
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Published on November 26, 2014 23:00
Release Day Blitz: Light a Candle for the Beast by Echo Shea

Light a Candle for the Beast by Echo Shea
Publisher: Roane PublishingGenre: Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Keywords: Romance, Paranormal, Paranormal Romance,
Fairy Tale, Beauty and the BeastRelease Date: November 26, 2014

Delia was beautiful, smart, and kind. He wasn’t. He said he loved her, but he didn’t know what love was. He was manipulative and cruel—more than a thief.
A beast.
All she wanted was a rose… These are the words on my sister’s grave. Her sadness, her obsession, forever a reminder I didn’t--couldn’t save her.
I’m not vindictive or cruel. I’m simply as the river--my memory is winding and my reach is long. I watched him steal her beauty, her essence. Watched him become a beast. He thought he'd get away with it, thought he'd go free.
I lay a rose upon my sister's grave.
Light a candle for the beast.
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~~~oOo~~~ About Echo Shea Echo Shea is an Urban Fantasy writer. Known for fast-paced and sometimes chilling prose, she hunkers down at her desk with characters that not only enchant, but excite her. There’s something so freeing about writing beyond what seems possible.
Who says there’s not something more hiding in these Maryland woods?
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Published on November 26, 2014 00:00
November 20, 2014
Author, author... A Diva in Manhattan by Aubrie Dionne
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A Diva in ManhattanAubrie Dionne
A Date with the DivaFresh off a successful Italian tour, soprano soloist Alaina Amaldi returns to America on cloud nine. The Metropolitan Opera has invited her to guest star in their performance of Mozart’s Magic Flute, and she’s singing at the top of her game. But, to act the part of the sweet, young Pamina in love, she has to be likeable; something that has never come easily to her. On a quest to soften her diva-like image, she volunteers at an arts school for underprivileged children. Too bad the kids call her the opera witch…
Brett Robinson has moved to Manhattan to start afresh. Used to living on his own as a logger, he finds a job with a construction company repairing the sidewalk in front of the Metropolitan Opera House. What he didn’t count on was for one of those hoity-toity divas to strut straight past him and into his heart!
However, Brett knows that a guy like him doesn’t have a chance with a woman like Alaina. That is until an older woman asks him to attend a fundraiser, posing as her Wall Street stockbroker son. Before he knows it, Brett’s drinking cocktails with the gorgeous diva! Trouble is, she thinks he’s quite a few billion dollars richer. Is she as shallow as everyone claims, or will she still love what she sees when the tux comes off?
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Diva-Manhattan-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00O7CM7GW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413293123&sr=1-1&keywords=a+diva+in+manhattan
Bio: Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in
New England. Her books have received the highest ratings from Romance Times Magazine and BTS Magazine, as well as Night Owl Reviews and Readers’ Favorite Reviews. She has guest blogged on the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog and the Dear Teen Me blog and signed books at the Boston Book Festival, Barnes and Noble, and the Romance Writers of America conference. Her books are published by HarperImpulse, Entangled Publishing, Astraea Press, Spencer Hill Press, Inkspell Publishing, and Lyrical Press. When she's not writing, Aubrie teaches flute and plays in orchestras.
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A Diva in ManhattanAubrie Dionne

Brett Robinson has moved to Manhattan to start afresh. Used to living on his own as a logger, he finds a job with a construction company repairing the sidewalk in front of the Metropolitan Opera House. What he didn’t count on was for one of those hoity-toity divas to strut straight past him and into his heart!
However, Brett knows that a guy like him doesn’t have a chance with a woman like Alaina. That is until an older woman asks him to attend a fundraiser, posing as her Wall Street stockbroker son. Before he knows it, Brett’s drinking cocktails with the gorgeous diva! Trouble is, she thinks he’s quite a few billion dollars richer. Is she as shallow as everyone claims, or will she still love what she sees when the tux comes off?
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Diva-Manhattan-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00O7CM7GW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413293123&sr=1-1&keywords=a+diva+in+manhattan
Bio: Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in

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Published on November 20, 2014 16:24
November 18, 2014
Author, author... Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O'Connor
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Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O'Connor
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
Excerpt: “Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the other one.Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.“Oh god, no… yess.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.“I can’t, please, no more…”Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in-between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
Authors Bio: Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed. Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romancesWebsite Facebook Twitter

Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O'Connor

It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
Excerpt: “Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the other one.Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.“Oh god, no… yess.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.“I can’t, please, no more…”Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in-between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
Authors Bio: Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed. Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romancesWebsite Facebook Twitter
Published on November 18, 2014 16:00
Author, author... Marcus Damanda with Devils in the Dark !!! + a giveaway
...read all about him !! and don't forget to comment for the giveaway !!!
Please welcome Marcus Damanda !!!
It’s All About the Author…
1) Please tell us 5 interesting facts about yourself that readers might not know about you …
Fun question! Here you go.One: I’m a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and am able to fight with my hands, bo-staff, and sword. Thankfully, the ninjas haven’t attacked in months.Two: I’ve seen KISS in concert 23 times.Three: I have the movie EXCALIBUR memorized.Four: I have framed maps of Middle Earth and Narnia hanging from my wall, along with some rare classic heavy metal albums.Five: I’ve kept a glass jar of peaches in my closet at work for fourteen years, all in an attempt to age them into “Sploosh,” just like in Louis Sacher’s book HOLES. (The process takes 100 years, so I’ll need my descendants to finish it.)
2) What do you like to do in your spare time?
I do a lot of online gaming. I play bass guitar (but not very well). I enjoy watching football and GAME OF THRONES. I’m always on the lookout for the next great horror or fantasy novel. I go for walks, occasionally do some target shooting.
3) Is there one book that you love to read over and over again? If so, what is it and what is it that keeps you coming back to it?
IT, by Stephen King, has called me back more than once. I first read it as a kid. Now, as an adult, seeing those characters the way King wrote them, alternating between their childhoods and their adult lives, just resonates with magic, heartbreak, and terror. You can skip the movie, though—total garbage.
4) How did you get started writing and have you always wanted to be an author?
I started telling stories when I was very small. I started writing for fun at age nine. From that time on, being a professional author has been my number one ambition—no question.
5) If you for some reason couldn’t be an author, what would your other choice be?Rock star. Disc jockey. School teacher. (Wink-wink.)
6) Did you like school? Were you a good student?
I was an atrocious middle school student, trapped in a private school I hated and tried to get kicked out of. High school was better—had the time of my life. It wasn’t until college that I did consistently well with my grades, though.
7) When you write, is there a specific way you have to write, ie: certain room, noise or quiet, computer or paper etc…
I plan my stories out on notecards. Once I have an idea of where I want the story to go, I turn those into an outline on the computer. After that, I write as much as I can, as fast as I can, until the book is done.
8) If you could write a collaboration with another author, do you have one in mind and what would you write?
These days, I’d have to say Neal Shusterman. His UNWIND “dystology” simply blew my mind. I would have killed for an idea like that, so—well, if you can’t beat ’em, collaborate with ’em. Hey, Neal, are you reading this?
9) How do you come up with your story ideas?
Every writer draws from his or her own personal experience. In my case, that’s usually a very subconscious motivator, though. Generally, I sit down and brainstorm a few dozen absolutely stupid ideas until one of them just unexpectedly calls out to me.
10) Do titles stump you or do they come easy? When do you pick a title, before the story is written or when it’s done?
My last two major projects were very different from each other in that regard. THE FOREVER SHOW didn’t get its title until I was nearly done with the first draft. I was honestly panicked I’d never think of anything I liked. But I had the title for THE DEVIL IN MISS DRAKE’S CLASS, and all three of its individual books, before I’d actually written any of it.
11) Do you keep a notebook near you for when new ideas pop into your head?
I keep a stack of multicolored notecards in a small plastic box—meticulously ordered, unlike my life.
12) If you write a series, do you re-read your previous books before you begin the new one?Oh my god, yes. I don’t even write a chapter without re-reading at least the two chapters that came before. So, as it pertains to books, definitely. It helps me keep the same narrator’s voice. Or maybe I’m just obsessive.
13) How does your family feel about your writing?
They wish me great success and require quite a lot of arm twisting to actually read any of it. But you know what? I love them just fine, anyway.
Thanks for sharing “you as an author” with us ! We hope you’ll come back and visit again soon!
*****
Devils in the Dark(The Devil in Miss Drake's Class, 1)Marcus Damanda
16+ / horror/paranormal/27K
To most of the Facebook 15, bullying Audrey Bales was just a game—until two deep cuts with a Swiss army knife changed everything forever. Audrey didn’t want attention anymore. After five weeks at Fairview High School, Audrey wanted to die.
The doctors did the only thing they could with her: they put her away.
But in Fairview, Virginia, the nightmare is only beginning. The chat session had not gone unobserved. The Facebook 15 have drawn the attention of an ancient evil that lives only to punish those who would prey upon the weak.
They are the ghosts of 1,000 dead children—1,000 suicides—and their master… Their master likes Audrey Bales.
And as Audrey attempts to heal her mind and body, far from home, their master prepares for the revenge he will unleash upon her return.
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Excerpt:Underneath the blackened veil of her powered-off monitor, the comments kept coming, kept taunting her.The observer had stopped watching. He leaned back in his chair, head upturned to the ceiling, eyes closed, still eating. The overripe apple had a worm in it, and he sucked it down.He projected his sight outward, miles and miles from his little home. He didn’t know where he was anymore.Somebody’s house. An empty room. A closet.Here he first saw the girl, the one they were tormenting. Her Facebook icon had shown only a skull and crossbones. In real life, she might have been pretty, if she had not worked so hard to hide it.Familiar too. Something in her eyes and her lips.She was close, very close, to a bad decision.She was imagining the ghost of her brother and talking to it, opening boxes that contained his possessions. She listened to him speak words the observer could not hear. Oh, he wished he could. From this distance all he could hear was the pain inside of her, the loneliness, screams within whispers. An oncoming storm.It made him angry on her behalf.He returned his gaze to the real world of his apartment. The five of them were still chatting, their cruel banter punctuated by internet abbreviations and emoticons, calling for Audrey-Bear to say something, say something….More joined the chat.He shook his head.You deserve to die, he thought. All of you.
****
Audrey returned to her bedroom and closed the door. This time, she broke a house rule and locked it. She put the blanket back in place and thumbed the monitor back on.It was nearly one in the morning, yet the number of people on Cody’s page had tripled. Stranger still was the activity coming through on her end.She gazed in bewilderment.Benny Talbot has sent you a friend request.Heather Roberts has sent you a friend request.Ally Watson has sent you a friend request.Gabriel Daniels has sent you a friend request.Eleven requests, all kids from school. Most of them had sent her personal messages too. Some were fake-friendly, some openly mocking. Most pretended to rally in her support, as if they had somehow stumbled upon this Internet lynching by accident, all at the same time, and were offended by it. A virtual party had gathered in Cody’s little corner of cyberspace, and Audrey was the game they were playing.Had Maggie called or texted them all out of bed?“Creative,” she said. “You’re really good at this.”She wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she was perfectly calm. With the ghost of her brother standing by her side, she set his old Swiss Army knife—he’d gotten it for Scouts, before he had quit—next to the keyboard.Click Accept, her brother said. For all of them. Now, before they give up and start to log off.She accepted them all, and the result was chat room bedlam. The comments came faster than she could read. Evidently this was the very height of hilarity.And, naturally, as soon as she had accepted them all, one-by-one, they unfriended her, and posted.Just kidding!Sry! Changed my mind!What an idiot!Inspired, she clicked the Like button over every comment. Then, ignoring the perplexed responses to that maneuver, she got to work.She retrieved the gym shirt from under her bed. Most days this particular item of attire would have remained a crumpled ball in her P.E. locker after school, but she’d had to wear it all day, and so it had come home with her.“Turn your head, Alex,” she said, as if he were really there.And as if he were really there, he answered. Not looking, not looking.Once she had the shirt on and smoothed it out, she sat back at her desk, got out her cell phone, tied her hair in a tail, and took a picture of herself.
****
When the first picture appeared on Cody’s page, the observer knew exactly what was coming. He’d seen it before. The details differed each time, but the common threads were easily picked out: theatrics, spite, spectacle—and from the other end, disbelief. Then there would be panic, frantic attempts to undo the damage, and afterward, there would be remorse.From most of them.The picture was off-center. The girl was smiling, posing. The mascara tracks on her face looked like war paint.Val: OMG, she’s postin selfies!Cody: Give us a twerk, emo.How they didn’t see what was coming, the observer could not fathom. But that was part of the pattern too. Bullies, as a rule, didn’t get it until it was too late—for the victim, or less frequently, for themselves.The observer was truly torn. On the one hand, if she went through with it, she’d set him free. He had made contact with her, though she didn’t know it, and he was the oldest within the host. After many, many years, it was his turn, and he would finally learn what lay beyond this purgatory. But on the other hand, he felt bad for her. He really did.“Let’s go,” he said to the screen. The suspense was killing him. “What’s next, Audrey?”A second picture came up even as the first was being liked and shared by nearly everyone on the page. This one silenced most of them.Audrey was holding an unfolded pocket knife against her cheek with one hand while the other took the picture, still smiling, tilting her head.At first, the only comment came from Maggie: Drama. Whatever.Audrey responded: Stick around. This is for your benefit.Everything slowed down, then. Time rolled out like an empty rug, the Facebook page inert and dead. Minutes passed with nothing.Then, Val: Audrey?Still, nothing.Val again: Audrey, don’t be dumb. Come on.Five minutes became ten.Maggie: She went to bed. She wants us to worry all night. As if we would.After fifteen minutes of relative inactivity, the final picture appeared.
*****
Author Bio:
Marcus Damanda lives in Woodbridge, Virginia with his cat, Shazam. At various times throughout his life, he played bass guitar for the garage heavy metal band
Mother’s Day, wrote for The Dale City Messenger, and published editorials in The Potomac News and The Freelance Star. Currently, while not plotting his next foray into fictitious suburban mayhem, he spoils his nieces and nephews and teaches middle school English.
Find Marcus Damanda here:Website: http://www.marcusdamanda.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarcusDamandaAuthor?ref=hl Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarcusDamanda
***Giveaway: 1 ecopy of Devils in the Dark to a lucky commenter on any of the participating blogs.
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Please welcome Marcus Damanda !!!
It’s All About the Author…
1) Please tell us 5 interesting facts about yourself that readers might not know about you …
Fun question! Here you go.One: I’m a black belt in Tae Kwon Do and am able to fight with my hands, bo-staff, and sword. Thankfully, the ninjas haven’t attacked in months.Two: I’ve seen KISS in concert 23 times.Three: I have the movie EXCALIBUR memorized.Four: I have framed maps of Middle Earth and Narnia hanging from my wall, along with some rare classic heavy metal albums.Five: I’ve kept a glass jar of peaches in my closet at work for fourteen years, all in an attempt to age them into “Sploosh,” just like in Louis Sacher’s book HOLES. (The process takes 100 years, so I’ll need my descendants to finish it.)
2) What do you like to do in your spare time?
I do a lot of online gaming. I play bass guitar (but not very well). I enjoy watching football and GAME OF THRONES. I’m always on the lookout for the next great horror or fantasy novel. I go for walks, occasionally do some target shooting.
3) Is there one book that you love to read over and over again? If so, what is it and what is it that keeps you coming back to it?
IT, by Stephen King, has called me back more than once. I first read it as a kid. Now, as an adult, seeing those characters the way King wrote them, alternating between their childhoods and their adult lives, just resonates with magic, heartbreak, and terror. You can skip the movie, though—total garbage.
4) How did you get started writing and have you always wanted to be an author?
I started telling stories when I was very small. I started writing for fun at age nine. From that time on, being a professional author has been my number one ambition—no question.
5) If you for some reason couldn’t be an author, what would your other choice be?Rock star. Disc jockey. School teacher. (Wink-wink.)
6) Did you like school? Were you a good student?
I was an atrocious middle school student, trapped in a private school I hated and tried to get kicked out of. High school was better—had the time of my life. It wasn’t until college that I did consistently well with my grades, though.
7) When you write, is there a specific way you have to write, ie: certain room, noise or quiet, computer or paper etc…
I plan my stories out on notecards. Once I have an idea of where I want the story to go, I turn those into an outline on the computer. After that, I write as much as I can, as fast as I can, until the book is done.
8) If you could write a collaboration with another author, do you have one in mind and what would you write?
These days, I’d have to say Neal Shusterman. His UNWIND “dystology” simply blew my mind. I would have killed for an idea like that, so—well, if you can’t beat ’em, collaborate with ’em. Hey, Neal, are you reading this?
9) How do you come up with your story ideas?
Every writer draws from his or her own personal experience. In my case, that’s usually a very subconscious motivator, though. Generally, I sit down and brainstorm a few dozen absolutely stupid ideas until one of them just unexpectedly calls out to me.
10) Do titles stump you or do they come easy? When do you pick a title, before the story is written or when it’s done?
My last two major projects were very different from each other in that regard. THE FOREVER SHOW didn’t get its title until I was nearly done with the first draft. I was honestly panicked I’d never think of anything I liked. But I had the title for THE DEVIL IN MISS DRAKE’S CLASS, and all three of its individual books, before I’d actually written any of it.
11) Do you keep a notebook near you for when new ideas pop into your head?
I keep a stack of multicolored notecards in a small plastic box—meticulously ordered, unlike my life.
12) If you write a series, do you re-read your previous books before you begin the new one?Oh my god, yes. I don’t even write a chapter without re-reading at least the two chapters that came before. So, as it pertains to books, definitely. It helps me keep the same narrator’s voice. Or maybe I’m just obsessive.
13) How does your family feel about your writing?
They wish me great success and require quite a lot of arm twisting to actually read any of it. But you know what? I love them just fine, anyway.
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Devils in the Dark(The Devil in Miss Drake's Class, 1)Marcus Damanda
16+ / horror/paranormal/27K

The doctors did the only thing they could with her: they put her away.
But in Fairview, Virginia, the nightmare is only beginning. The chat session had not gone unobserved. The Facebook 15 have drawn the attention of an ancient evil that lives only to punish those who would prey upon the weak.
They are the ghosts of 1,000 dead children—1,000 suicides—and their master… Their master likes Audrey Bales.
And as Audrey attempts to heal her mind and body, far from home, their master prepares for the revenge he will unleash upon her return.
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Excerpt:Underneath the blackened veil of her powered-off monitor, the comments kept coming, kept taunting her.The observer had stopped watching. He leaned back in his chair, head upturned to the ceiling, eyes closed, still eating. The overripe apple had a worm in it, and he sucked it down.He projected his sight outward, miles and miles from his little home. He didn’t know where he was anymore.Somebody’s house. An empty room. A closet.Here he first saw the girl, the one they were tormenting. Her Facebook icon had shown only a skull and crossbones. In real life, she might have been pretty, if she had not worked so hard to hide it.Familiar too. Something in her eyes and her lips.She was close, very close, to a bad decision.She was imagining the ghost of her brother and talking to it, opening boxes that contained his possessions. She listened to him speak words the observer could not hear. Oh, he wished he could. From this distance all he could hear was the pain inside of her, the loneliness, screams within whispers. An oncoming storm.It made him angry on her behalf.He returned his gaze to the real world of his apartment. The five of them were still chatting, their cruel banter punctuated by internet abbreviations and emoticons, calling for Audrey-Bear to say something, say something….More joined the chat.He shook his head.You deserve to die, he thought. All of you.
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Audrey returned to her bedroom and closed the door. This time, she broke a house rule and locked it. She put the blanket back in place and thumbed the monitor back on.It was nearly one in the morning, yet the number of people on Cody’s page had tripled. Stranger still was the activity coming through on her end.She gazed in bewilderment.Benny Talbot has sent you a friend request.Heather Roberts has sent you a friend request.Ally Watson has sent you a friend request.Gabriel Daniels has sent you a friend request.Eleven requests, all kids from school. Most of them had sent her personal messages too. Some were fake-friendly, some openly mocking. Most pretended to rally in her support, as if they had somehow stumbled upon this Internet lynching by accident, all at the same time, and were offended by it. A virtual party had gathered in Cody’s little corner of cyberspace, and Audrey was the game they were playing.Had Maggie called or texted them all out of bed?“Creative,” she said. “You’re really good at this.”She wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she was perfectly calm. With the ghost of her brother standing by her side, she set his old Swiss Army knife—he’d gotten it for Scouts, before he had quit—next to the keyboard.Click Accept, her brother said. For all of them. Now, before they give up and start to log off.She accepted them all, and the result was chat room bedlam. The comments came faster than she could read. Evidently this was the very height of hilarity.And, naturally, as soon as she had accepted them all, one-by-one, they unfriended her, and posted.Just kidding!Sry! Changed my mind!What an idiot!Inspired, she clicked the Like button over every comment. Then, ignoring the perplexed responses to that maneuver, she got to work.She retrieved the gym shirt from under her bed. Most days this particular item of attire would have remained a crumpled ball in her P.E. locker after school, but she’d had to wear it all day, and so it had come home with her.“Turn your head, Alex,” she said, as if he were really there.And as if he were really there, he answered. Not looking, not looking.Once she had the shirt on and smoothed it out, she sat back at her desk, got out her cell phone, tied her hair in a tail, and took a picture of herself.
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When the first picture appeared on Cody’s page, the observer knew exactly what was coming. He’d seen it before. The details differed each time, but the common threads were easily picked out: theatrics, spite, spectacle—and from the other end, disbelief. Then there would be panic, frantic attempts to undo the damage, and afterward, there would be remorse.From most of them.The picture was off-center. The girl was smiling, posing. The mascara tracks on her face looked like war paint.Val: OMG, she’s postin selfies!Cody: Give us a twerk, emo.How they didn’t see what was coming, the observer could not fathom. But that was part of the pattern too. Bullies, as a rule, didn’t get it until it was too late—for the victim, or less frequently, for themselves.The observer was truly torn. On the one hand, if she went through with it, she’d set him free. He had made contact with her, though she didn’t know it, and he was the oldest within the host. After many, many years, it was his turn, and he would finally learn what lay beyond this purgatory. But on the other hand, he felt bad for her. He really did.“Let’s go,” he said to the screen. The suspense was killing him. “What’s next, Audrey?”A second picture came up even as the first was being liked and shared by nearly everyone on the page. This one silenced most of them.Audrey was holding an unfolded pocket knife against her cheek with one hand while the other took the picture, still smiling, tilting her head.At first, the only comment came from Maggie: Drama. Whatever.Audrey responded: Stick around. This is for your benefit.Everything slowed down, then. Time rolled out like an empty rug, the Facebook page inert and dead. Minutes passed with nothing.Then, Val: Audrey?Still, nothing.Val again: Audrey, don’t be dumb. Come on.Five minutes became ten.Maggie: She went to bed. She wants us to worry all night. As if we would.After fifteen minutes of relative inactivity, the final picture appeared.
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Author Bio:

Mother’s Day, wrote for The Dale City Messenger, and published editorials in The Potomac News and The Freelance Star. Currently, while not plotting his next foray into fictitious suburban mayhem, he spoils his nieces and nephews and teaches middle school English.
Find Marcus Damanda here:Website: http://www.marcusdamanda.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarcusDamandaAuthor?ref=hl Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarcusDamanda
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Published on November 18, 2014 05:02
November 12, 2014
Author, author... Shanna Hatfield and the Cowboys and Christmas Blog Tour

Tate Morgan is a saddle bronc rider out to claim a championship title and the girl he loves in The Christmas Cowboy, the first book in the series.
Wrestlin’ Christmas, the second installment, shares Cort McGraw’s story as a sidelined steer wrestler who falls for a widow down on her luck.
Welcome to you both. Tell us a little about you. Tate: I live on the ranch that my grandfather started back in the early 1900s. We’re about thirty miles from Kennewick, Washington, where we primarily raise beef cattle, wheat, and hay.
Cort: I used to live near Boise, Idaho, until my sister shanghaied me and dumped me at Tate’s door. Now, I’m working on a ranch about fifteen minutes away from the Morgan place.
What happened with your rodeo career?
Cort: In April, I did a number on my knee when I jumped off my horse to wrestle a steer at a rodeo. I knew the moment I hit the ground I wasn’t walking out of the arena. The doctors have all assured me I either stop competing or cripple myself for life. Since I like the ability to walk, I guess my rodeo career is effectively over.
Tate: It isn’t the end of the world, man. You never know what great thing is waiting just around the corner.
Are you always so optimistic, Tate?
Tate: (Shrugs) Usually. Might as well think positive. It can’t hurt anything.
Cort: (Rolls his eyes) He should add that he’s super annoying to his friends with that can-do attitude.
What’s your favorite holiday tradition?
Cort: Eating. (Chuckles and rubs a hand over his flat stomach). I do enjoy all the treats that seem to accompany the holiday season, but I think Christmas Eve is my favorite part of the holiday. My family goes to church, then we sit around a crackling fire and visit before my Dad reads to us. It’s just a nice time to connect and unwind with the people I care about most.
Tate: I agree with Cort on all accounts. It’s the time spent connecting with those we love that make the holiday special - and the treats. I never turn down a good holiday cookie.
Cort: Or cake, or pie. Or… (Tate playfully slugs his arm)
You’ve both sustained major injuries competing in rodeo. Can you tell us a little about the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund?
Tate: It’s an amazing organization that steps in to help injured rodeo athletes when they’ll be out of work for while and are facing financial hardship.
Cort: Both of us were fortunate not to require assistance, but the JCCF is a lifesaver for some rodeo families.
Thank you both for joining us. Any parting words for our readers?
Tate: If you enjoy, sweet western romances, I hope you’ll consider reading our stories in The Christmas Cowboy. and Wrestlin Christmas .
Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund® Now through Dec. 24, Shanna will donate 10 percent of the net proceeds from all book sales to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund .

Where to Find The Books

You’re Invited to PARTY!You’re invited to join in the online Cowboys & Christmas Facebook Party Thursday, Nov. 13 from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. (PST). Drop in anytime during those four hours to enter to win great prizes, chat with guest authors, and more!
Here’s the link to the party: http://tinyurl.com/cowboychristmasparty
The third book in the Hardman Holidays sweet Victorian romance series releases that day!
The Christmas Calamity takes readers back to Hardman just in time for the holiday season.
Preorders are available now for just $1.99 on Kindle.
You can reserve your copy here: http://amzn.com/B00OGOO994 In addition, the first book in the Hardman Holidays series, The Christmas Bargain , will be available free that day, as well!

About Shanna Hatfield

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Published on November 12, 2014 23:00