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Pride Promotions presents Kiss My Ash by Renee George and a Giveaway!

Book Name: Kiss My AshGoodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/Renee_GeorgeAuthor Name: Renee GeorgeAuthor Bio: Multi-published, best-selling author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she's ever had. When she turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing. She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very independent cat. Anything else you want to know, just ask. She’ll give you all the nitty gritty dirt.Author Contact: https://www.facebook.com/renee.george.351 https://www.facebook.com/authorreneegeorge http://www.twitter.com/@reneegeorge2008 http://www.pinterest.com/reneegeorge12/ Newsletter: http://mad.ly/signups/99493/join Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
[image error] Blurb(s): A werewolf who’s hairless in full shift.A water sprite who can’t hold his shape at the slightest touch of water.An ash-tree nymph with a black thumb who kills every bit of flora in her vicinity.That’s Fortunate, Missouri, in a nutshell—the town for abnormal paranormals. Nymph Romy, however, can one-up them all—her particular flaw is killing her. But thanks to a possible love spell, the wolf and the water sprite could be Romy’s key to cheating death. And the three misfits may find that even imperfect creatures can still create a sexy, loving, perfect union.Inside Scoop:  Sol, Romy and Lucien love each other—emotionally, spiritually and physically. Which means both ménage and male/male action. You lucky reader, you.A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Categories: Bisexual, Erotica, Fantasy, Fiction, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Romance
Excerpt: By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.An Excerpt From: KISS MY ASHCopyright © RENEE GEORGE, 2014All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.Mathias was a korrigan, a fairy dwarf, and to his detriment, he’d been born male. An abomination amongst the korrigans, who were always female. Even his own mother had wanted him dead, but you can’t kill an immortal.When he finally strolled out from behind the counter, his height no more than four feet, he held a red clay pot filled to the brim with a dark, loamy soil. Carefully, he handed it to Romy. “Here.”She stepped away. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with dirt?” Maybe Mathias was tired of her bringing back dead plant after dead plant. It didn’t matter how much she watered the damn things, fed them, or even talked to them—none survived. She’d stopped giving them names after a while, awash with guilt and shame over each death.His red eyes sparkled with excitement. “In this soil, there is a very special seed, my girl. Very rare and unique. I’m entrusting you with its care.”“You’ve got to be kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m taking on a ‘rare and unique’ plant. No. No. No. Give me a hardy shrub or weed. Better yet, maybe a cabbage. I won’t feel so bad about a cabbage when it croaks.”Romy was a dryad; specifically, an ash tree nymph. Which meant, in theory, plants should flourish around her, but she couldn’t even keep her own tree alive. Her mother had postulated it had something to do with the sperm donor, aka Romy’s biological father, but the elder dryad had refused to say more on the subject. Tree nymphs were traditionally a love-’em-and-leave-’em race of females. They didn’t get involved with beings they considered no more than means to an end. Males born to tree nymphs always developed into the same race as the male halves of the couplings, while the females were always dryads.Unfortunately, something had gone very wrong in the making of Romy. It hadn’t taken long after the dryad equivalent of puberty set in before her people had decided she was toxic.She pushed the pot back to Mathias. “Uh-uh. You’ve seen my track record.”When her “birth defect” had eventually started to affect the trees of her forest six months ago, Romy had been summarily kicked out by the other dryads. Of course, her people had called it a “long, extended respite” and sent her to the town of Fortunate, Missouri.The moniker, over the years, had become a joke. The town had been named after the Fortunate Isles, also called the Isles of the Blessed, and had been used for more than two hundred years as a dumping ground for the “paranormally challenged”. Those who didn’t fit in with their own kind were sent to Fortunate to finish out their days. For immortals like Mathias, the end of days was a long-ass time.For Romy, well…without a tree to tend, she wouldn’t live another year, the chlorophyll drying in her veins. The plants were test subjects for her, to see if she could sustain life. So far, they’d served only to help ease the ache of dying. But as far as tending plants and making them flourish, she failed constantly.For Mathias to trust her with a “special” plant…no way was she taking on that kind of responsibility.It was one thing to kill a common houseplant, but a whole ’nother thing to be responsible for something “rare and unique”. Was Mathias crazy? Romy shook her head again. “I can’t. Don’t you have an air plant or something? Hell, those suckers don’t even require watering.”He patted her hands, his fingers soothing and gentle. “Ah, but my dear, I hope this may be the answer to—”Mathias’ explanation was cut off by a barking baritone. “Ah, shit!”Romy put the pot on the counter as she scooted around Mathias to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to.In the greenhouse area beyond the main shop, two long, well-muscled legs and a firm ass, all packaged in perfectly tight jeans, stood nestled between two rows of plants.“Hello,” Romy said.The owner of the legs and ass straightened, making him a foot taller than Romy. And oh goddess, did he have an upper body and face to go with the lower half—thickly muscled chest and broad shoulders crowned by a face with bow lips, a Roman nose and the brightest green eyes. All framed by messy, shiny black hair that fell about his shoulders. It was as if the gods had decided to create perfection.Ridiculous though—they would never do that. But hot damn, they’d come pretty close.“Uh, hello yourself,” he said back, dusting his palms against his jeans.His really low voice, which would have better suited a grizzly bear, sent a humming through Romy that made her body sing.“What have you done now, Lucien?” Mathias asked when he walked into the back. His presence was enough to break the harmony, and Romy snapped out of her new-guy-induced daze.“What a great name.” She smiled. It made her feel foolish, but she couldn’t punch down the giddiness.“It’s a name.” He shrugged then leaned over again, which gave Romy another clear shot of his fabulous ass. When he stood once more, he held a small plant, cradling the roots carefully. He looked at Mathias. “I broke the pot, but the fern is fine.”Lucien had a slight accent, but Romy couldn’t put her finger on the origin. If possible, it made the young man even more exotic and mysterious.Mathias shook his head, making his red beard sweep his chest. “Where’s Sol?”“I’m here!” Sol Winter, who’d been working for Mathias long before Romy had moved to Fortunate, stepped out from behind the last row of plants. He wore a baby-blue polo shirt that matched his light-blue eyes. It also complemented his tan, a deep golden bronze. Natural, according to him. Strange for an elf, but who was Romy to judge? His long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. He often wore it down and spilling over his shoulders, but generally had it tied back for work.Sol was taller than Lucien by several inches and a little broader. His smile brightened when he saw Romy. “Hey, you.” His mouth turned down in sympathy. “Kill another one?”They’d had a strange relationship ever since Romy had arrived in Fortunate, which generally involved spirited banter and sarcasm. Even when the conversation turned a little mean, Romy was still thankful for Sol. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.“Shut the fuck up.”“Nice.” He raised a brow. “Bitchy much?”Even though she was certain Sol was gay, it didn’t stop her from having some wicked fantasies about him. After all, the man was hot-hot and knew how to dress. “Takes one to know one.”“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the oak this morning.” Sol scooped a handful of topsoil and pitched it at her.“Oh no you didn’t.” In retaliation, Romy grabbed a nearby hose and squeezed the nozzle trigger, dowsing Sol where he stood.“Stop!” Lucien yelled.Too late. At Lucien’s shout, Romy turned, the spray of water slapping across the man’s face—and Lucien instantly melted into a clear puddle on the greenhouse floor.Mortified, she dropped the hose. “Oh no!” She shook her head and stumbled forward. “What have I done?” Not only was she a plant killer, apparently she was a man killer as well.Two lips formed in the clear pool. “I’m fine. Really.”

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Priceless - German translation

Hey everyone! Priceless was released in French not long ago and now it's been released in German by Dreamspinner Press. I'm very tickled to have this done, lol!

Dreamspinner * Amazon Germany

Welcome Julie Lynn Hayes and her up-coming Christmas release Dirty Little Lies

buy link:  http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2074-Dirty-Little-Lies.aspx

Changing Traditions and Dirty Little LiesIn this modern world, the family holiday ain’t what it used to be!Rising divorce rates, re-marriages, and blended families have changed the dynamics of how we celebrate the holidays. It’s no longer a simple trip to Grandma’s house, or a one stop family function. Now families often divide their time, and that of their children, between two or more celebrations, which requires juggling time and resources.Sometimes the solution to doing everything is to do it yourself, and let the guests come to you, but that isn’t an option for everyone. Or you can hold a second holiday, after the fact, for those people who couldn’t make the first. So if you go to visit with Cousin Peter’s family on the day of the holiday, perhaps you can host Aunt Ethel and her clan on a separate day. Share the fun and the cooking!As children leave the next and scatter, holidays can present their own special challenges, and it isn’t always possible to share the day in person. But a phone call is an easy alternative, and the next best thing to being there. My kids are mostly scattered around the country – Hawaii, Washington, Indiana, and Illinois, with one at home. This year, we’re heading up to Indiana, but we’re going to make our own turkey dinner when we get back. That’s the only way to get leftovers, right?So, holidays are what you make of them, and there is no one size fits all plan. Do what Is right and comfortable for you.In Dirty Little Lies, Levi Thornton has decided to out himself on his father’s live Christmas telecast, his father being televangelist Marshall Thornton. Like inviting America home for the holidays! And making Dad squirm at the same time lol.Thanks for having me on your blog, Michelle!
Blurb:Levi Thornton is the closeted gay son of homophobic televangelist Marshall Thornton. So what’s the perfect gift for the father who never cared? Levi’s going to find a yummy young man on Christmas Eve, fuck him all night long and six ways to Sunday. And then he’s going to out himself on live national TV on Christmas Day in front of his father and God and everyone else.  The problem is he’s having no luck at finding that special someone to share this moment with. Just when he thinks his quest is hopeless, in breezes Darjeeling Crane, and it’s off to the family hideaway for a night of fun. This will be a Christmas to remember, if Levi has anything to say about it.
Excerpt:Levi rose, loosened his red houndstooth tie, plastered a beatific smile on his handsome face, and strode purposefully toward the blond, never taking his eyes from him. He dropped onto the empty stool beside him, swinging it to face him, their knees touching.“Merry Christmas,” the blond greeted him.“It will be,” Levi replied. “It certainly will be.” At that moment the counter girl laid down a menu, a glass of water, and tableware. “Take your time, honey,” she said, walking away before he could comment.The stranger flipped the menu open. “Anything you recommend?”Levi blindly jabbed a finger at the open page. “Yeah. Me,” he brazenly replied. “I can give you something a whole lot better than anything you’ll find here. And then I’ll feed you, too.”“That’s quite an offer, Mr…?” He looked at Levi, the question hanging from his pretty lips.“You can call me Levi. What should I call you, pretty thing?”“I like that, but you can call me Darjeeling.”Auburn eyebrows arched in disbelief. “Like the tea?”“Exactly.”              Levi leaned in, his lips brushing against the other man’s ear, his breath warm against his flesh. “I have a place where you and I can go, if you’re interested. Someplace a whole lot better than this ptomaine palace. And a hell of a lot more private. What do you say?” He ran his tongue along the outer shell of Darjeeling’s ear, felt his shiver.“What do I say?” He laid his hand on Levi’s arm, turned his head just enough that their lips were mere micro-centimeters apart. “I say how soon can we leave?”
Bio:Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done; she feels compelled to do it. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stich,  needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Amber Quill Press, Torquere Press and Wayward ink.
My links:Blog Twitter @Shelley_runyonFacebookMy GoodreadsDreamspinnereXtasy Books Amber Quill Press
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My Sexy Saturday - Pure

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday ! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
This week’s theme is our sexy Thanksgiving. So this week show us all the characters love family. Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t have one and suddenly they find themselves with one. It could be about someone who has always looked in and wanted a home with all the trimmings including a family. There are many ways to be thankful and we’d love to hear some of those wonderful stories. 
For this week, I thought I’d do something from my Dreamspinner release, Pure.  It’s book #3 in the Gods series. 


Blurb: Zygi Wyatt is an intimidating dom, but he yearns for love just like the next man. However, finding a partner who isn’t scared of his size is no easy task. The easygoing Mo seems like the answer to his prayers.
Love is the stuff of dreams. Ask the god Morpheus—he knows all about it. Mo wants Zygi in a forever kind of way, but he has to be sure of Zygi’s love before he claims him for his mate and reveals his true self.
Unfortunately, Zeus is growing increasingly unhappy with Morpheus, and Ares is determined to throw a monkey wrench into everything. Zygi and Mo will have to brave the wrath of the gods to make their dreams come true.
Buy link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3886


Mo shifted, stretching as he opened his eyes. Confusion crossed his face as he stared at Zygi. Then Mo did the unbelievable. He rolled onto his stomach and widened his legs, offering himself.“Please, please, make love to me again,” Mo whispered, rubbing against the silken bed sheets. “I need you so badly. Touch me, oh please, I need to feel you. Oh gods, please, love me.”Zygi reached out to pull the loincloth out of the way when Mo’s words hit him… make love to me again. Mo believed he was dreaming. Was that the only way Mo thought he could have Zygi now? His heart ached for what he had done and his throat tightened. Mo’s voice was sleepy but full of pain and longing. His need arrowed straight into Zygi’s heart.“Oh, Mo. Come on, babe, it’s me. I’m really here.” Zygi, straining to speak, stroked Mo’s leg, careful to keep the touch gentle. “This isn’t a dream. Wake up for me.”Mo’s wings trembled and swept up, the rush of air washing over Zygi as Mo scrambled to a sitting position. Mo tentatively reached out and touched Zygi, his eyes widening as his hand met warm, living flesh.“You’re real,” Mo said softly. “You’re really real and you’re here.”Zygi grabbed Mo’s hand and held it tightly as tears flooded Mo’s eyes. “I’m real, and I’m not going anywhere, ever again. Mo, I love you. And I’m an ass. God have mercy, am I an ass! I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’ll sure work my ass off to earn it. I acted like a fool, hurt you beyond belief, and left you all alone. Please, Mo, forgive me.”

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands #2.2

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)Prompts for this week:


“Welcome to the jungle.”

“It’ll bring you to your knees.”

“It’s the price you pay.”

“That certainly was not my idea of fun.”

“I’m buying dinner.”

“I never kiss and tell.”

“Only three days left.”

“A day late and a dollar short.”

“Slide that on back here.”

“There’s a crack in the window.”

or use: bee, panel, shoe

or use: brick, flower, diamond

or use: tears, hammer, zipper

or have your character dance in the rain

or use: red, eyes, string

or have a character mail something

or have a character make dinner

or have a character get a ticket

or have a character find a hundred dollar bill 
or “Butter my toes…”
or “Last one in’s a rotten egg”
or “Come hell or high water”
or use a chocolate fountain
or have a dance contest
or use some kind of a whisperer in your story



Chapter 2.2
 Stars, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d just buried part of himself in that shallow grave.

Desperate to shake off the unsettling premonition, he quickly scouted the surrounding area, making sure his men hadn’t left any sign of flight. He had no doubt the Helkans would seize the shuttle, and go through it. Let them. They would find nothing of the males who crashed it there.

Turning, he ran toward the jungle, the mist enveloping him.

In the fading twilight, the jungle glowed with vibrant, misty blues, smoky grays, and luxuriant deep purples that blended with the surrounding landscape. A nearby waterfall shimmered as the water splashed gently into a small pool lined with lush plants and wind-smoothed pewter rocks. The dim sliver of light cast a bright radiance over the surrounding water.

How odd that various plants sparkled in the encroaching darkness. He had no idea the landscape was so stunning and well-maintained. Never would he have imagined the Helkans had such ties to the environment, which obviously they did, from what he saw around him. How could violent people live in such beauty and be so devoid of warmth themselves?

After securing his pak, Varo knelt at the waterfall. His hands hovered above the gently rippling waves. The water had such a sweet, clean scent. He noticed his refection staring back at him. As odd as it was to think in such terms, he was prey. As such, he needed to blend in as much as possible. His dark skin would help hide him, but his hair color was nothing more than a beacon in the night.

He plunged his hands into the water and grabbed fistfuls of mud. Wrinkling his nose, he rubbed the muck into in his hair, covering his blond tresses. He kept at it until he was sure there was no blond remaining. Of course, now his head was damp, and it was getting chiller as the thin streams of daylight receded.

It was so calm and… peaceful. Peace was a commodity he hadn’t enjoyed in a long time, thanks to the uproar on his planet. His thoughts returned to why his planet was in an uproar, and the answer led straight back to the Helkans. Everything came back to them. And he didn’t have time to lose himself in the usual sorry thoughts about his enemy.

Confused and disheartened, Varo shoved the thought away and wiped his damp hand on his pants leg. Kneeling there, lost in dire thoughts, wasn’t doing him any good. In fact, it was dangerous. It was easier to take prey down at a water source. Only this time, he wasn’t the predator.

“Just call me prey,” he muttered to the surrounding jungle.

An abrupt displacement of air next to him drew his attention. A lone, dark purple vine with a silvery, delicate flower reached out toward him. Varo stood quickly, stepping away from the waterfall. Nothing was as delicate as it seemed. He’d learned that lesson at his father’s knee.

The vine hesitated, shivering slightly. It bobbed slowly, weaving in place as if searching for whatever had just been there. It was oddly hypnotic, but the compelling movement was nothing more than a trap. Varo studied it, wondering if the vine used infrared to track prey. As he debated the thought, a small, winged pest buzzed past. The vine struck. The petals acted as a mouth, snapping closed on the struggling insect. Well, wasn't that a nice welcome to the jungle?

“Lovely and dangerous. But I’m a little larger than a bug.”

The vine withdrew, coiling itself back toward a large bluish purple oblong plant that glowed from within. He watched as the bug, still wiggling, traveled down the vine. Dinner was served. Lucky plant.

Varo scanned the area. This wasn’t where he wanted to make his last stand. In fact…. He glanced upward, toward the top of the trees—the nice, full treetops.

“Hmm.” Varo turned in a circle, judging the area. “Nice. Very nice. I might as well put the jungle to use since it’s here and all. And maybe, with a little luck, I can take out a few Helkans.”

Varo moved away from the waterfall. As he walked, he moved deeper into the tangled mass of trees and planets, careful not to disrupt the environment around him. Sounds of wildlife came to him. A steady chirp, chirp, chirp followed by a deep, throaty grunt from some sort of large animal.

Varo scowled at the jungle. “Or it might be me taken out, is that what you’re saying?”

A lone, shrill cry filled the night. Chill bumps raced over his body. The cry sounded astoundingly like a scream. Answering calls bounced all around him, climbing in crescendo until they peaked. Silence fell, a heavy weight that lasted for several heart-stopping units of time.

Varo would have sworn on one of their most sacred artifacts that the jungle just answered him. “Well, not without a fight, I promise you that.” Varo fingered the knife strapped to his leg.

Steadily moving deeper into the jungle, he sought just the right tree. He needed something full and thick, but with branches not too far from the ground. His scouting paid off when he finally found what he needed. With a thick base and a full canopy, this was perfect. Grabbing a limb, he swung himself up.

He barely cleared the first branch when he suddenly snarled in pain. “Bedamned!”

Blood dripped from a ragged cut across the top of his right hand. Glaring, he settled on the branch, holding his injury against his chest until he was sure his seat was secured in the tree. Then he tore a strip off the bottom of his uniform shirt and wrapped the cut. He’d treat it just as soon as he stopped the bleeding.

“What a rookie mistake. Gods and goddess, I deserve to get caught.”

Varo studied the nearby foliage. The hand-size broad leaves had a jagged edge, something he hadn’t thought to check before he started climbing. That was what had cut him, and it was deep enough he’d bled—which any predator with a decent nose could now smell. He had to get the blood stopped, and he refused to think about infection.

If the bedamned Helkans didn’t get him, the planet just might.

Staying there was no longer an option now that he was bleeding everywhere, which was too bad since it had been the perfect place for an ambush. Who knew how much farther he’d have to travel before he found another tree that met his needs?

Disgruntled, he climbed down. Or he attempted to. Instead, he found his body swaying precariously. He threw out a hand to steady himself as his vision blurred then cleared. He grabbed at another branch with his injured hand, and horror filled his head. He couldn’t make a fist.

He felt nothing at all in his right hand, and the numbness was traveling up his arm. Panicked, he shook his hand, trying to get the feeling back. Sweat broke out across his forehead as another wave of dizziness swept over him. The light was gone, taking what measly heat it had offered with it. He knew it was too cool for him to be sweating.

He fought back the fear that threatened to rise. There was no time for that. He yanked the pak off his back and ripped it opened. There was standard issue antiserum inside, but he had no idea if it would work. He pressed the metal tube to his arm and tapped the button on the bottom. There was a hiss signifying automatic injection of the antiserum into his arm. Now all he could do was wait.

Whatever sap the leaves contained was affecting his body, and he was losing control of his movements. Was he safer in the tree or on the ground? Another wave of dizziness hit him, and this time when it receded, his vision didn’t return.

Darkness that had nothing to do with the planet’s source of daylight crept up on him. He was about to pass out. Well, that answered that. No way could he get down now without breaking something. Frantically, he wedged himself into the bend of the tree, hoping when he woke, he’d be okay.

At this point he just hoped he woke.

TBC
Kazy ReedVictoria AdamsJon KeysCarol PedrosoCia NordwellAvery DawesJim DunawayTali SpencerJohayanJulie Lynn Hayes

Pride Promotion presents Third Eye by Rick R. Reed and a Giveaway!

Book Name: Third EyeGoodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23489343-third-eye?ac=1Author Name: Rick R. Reed

Author Bio & Contact:Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love. He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver , Orientation and
Web: http://www.rickrreed.com
Blog: http://rickrreedreality.blogspot.com/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/rickrreedbooks
Twitter: www.twitter.com/rickrreed.
E-mail: jimmyfels@gmail.com

Publisher: DSP PublicationsCover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Blurb(s):

Who knew that a summer thunderstorm and his lost little boy would conspire to change single dad Cayce D’Amico’s life in an instant? With Luke missing, Cayce ventures into the woods near their house to find his son, only to have lightning strike a tree near him, sending a branch down on his head. When he awakens the next day in the hospital, he discovers he has been blessed or cursed—he isn't sure which—with psychic ability. Along with unfathomable glimpses into the lives of those around him, he’s getting visions of a missing teenage girl.

When a second girl disappears soon after the first, Cayce realizes his visions are leading him to their grisly fates. Cayce wants to help, but no one believes him. The police are suspicious. The press wants to exploit him. And the girls' parents have mixed feelings about the young man with the "third eye."

Cayce turns to local reporter Dave Newton and, while searching for clues to the string of disappearances and possible murders, a spark ignites between the two. Little do they know that nearby, another couple—dark and murderous—are plotting more crimes and wondering how to silence the man who knows too much about them.


Categories: Crime Fiction, Gay Fiction, Horror, M/M Romance, Mystery, Thriller
Excerpt: Cayce was just about to put the paper aside when another article—and a familiar name in the byline—caught his eye. “Teenager Reported Missing,” by Dave Newton. It wasn’t so much the headline that got his attention but the picture of the young girl beneath it. Pretty. Long blonde hair. And disturbingly familiar.Even though Fawcettville was a small town, the girl’s name, Lucy Plant, didn’t ring any bells. Perhaps Cayce had waited on her at the Elite, the diner where he worked. But still, no specific recollection came back. Cayce couldn’t visualize the girl sitting at the counter, nor at one of the booths.And yet she looked so familiar, as if she were someone Cayce was friends with, or even a relative.Cayce scanned the story. The girl had been reported missing by her mother yesterday afternoon, just before the storm that had caused such a turn in Cayce’s own life.There were no clues. The girl, at least according to her mother, could not possibly have been a runaway. “Lucy’s a good girl,” Amy Plant had told Fawcettville police detective JT Simmons. “She wouldn’t even go down the block to visit a friend without telling us first.”The last time anyone had seen Lucy Plant was when her mother looked outside the living room window. Lucy had been playing with her Barbie dolls on the front lawn.Cayce closed his eyes. He remembered, suddenly, the storm coming, and not knowing where Luke was. He sympathized with the girl’s mother and the panic she must have felt when she couldn’t locate her daughter.A ceiling fan. Beneath his closed lids, Cayce saw a ceiling fan. He didn’t know why. He didn’t own one himself, and the one in his parents’ living room was an entirely different model from this one, which was white, with a plain globe. His parents’ fan had four frosted-glass light fixtures and faux wood blades.Cayce kept his eyes closed, watching the ceiling fan whirl, its blades blurring and becoming singular. There was something wrong with the fan. It didn’t work quite right.Cayce felt nauseated and opened his eyes. His face was glazed with sweat. His stomach churned, and he was afraid he would vomit. Why was seeing a ceiling fan so disturbing? Or was this some sort of aftershock, an effect of his accident?Cayce didn’t think so.He glanced down at the face of Lucy Plant and sucked in some air. “Oh my God,” he whispered, “she’s dead.”
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Tour Dates: November 18, 2014
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Pride Promotions presents Moonstruck by Shannon West and a Giveaway!

Book Name: MoonstruckGoodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23389109-moonstruck Author Name: Shannon WestAuthor Bio: Shannon West currently lives in the South with her husband and family. A lover and avid reader of M/M romances, she began writing them a few years ago and now has over forty short stories, novellas, and novels to her credit. She was a finalist in the Rainbow Awards for 2013 and very honored to be an All Romance Ebooks Top Ten Author for 2013. She loves men and everything about them, and believes that love is love, no matter the gender. She mostly spends her days at the keyboard, trying to elude housework, which stalks her relentlessly.Author Contact:Links: www.shannonwestbooks.comTwitter: @shannonwest8Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Shannon-West/e/B006M4L976/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1378053402&sr=8-2-entFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/shannon.west.399
Author Note about ‘Moonstruck’:I used to teach high school English and at one point I taught a class called Pacesetter, which was a kind of pre-AP Literature class. One of the units focused on Cultural Differences and how they had caused so much prejudice, misunderstanding and downright hatred over the centuries. Kind of a "man's inhumanity to man" theme. Really fascinating and also horrible to realize how utterly cruel human being can be to each other because of the difference in our skins, our religion or our sexual orientation. In Germany, Hitler tried to exterminate the Jews, the homosexuals and anyone else who disagreed with him politically. In Australia, the British tried to "breed the black" out of Aborigine and English mixed children to keep their race pure. In Rwanda, the Hutus tribe set out to exterminate the Tutsi tribe because they looked a little "more white" than the Hutus, and came very close to wiping them off the map. These stories abound all over history and literature. So I thought if a new breed of human (one that could shift into a wolf) were to be discovered, what would be the outcome? It would be nice to think we would accept them, but in reality, we'd probably do the same as so many other cultures--marginalize them and/or eradicate them. This is where I got the idea for the story and it will follow the lives of a small group of wolves who join with a few Alaskan wolves, who have already had their lives mostly destroyed by the government. Two alphas from these groups fall in love and decide not to just go along and meekly accept their fate. Instead they refuse to go into the camps and they try to fight for their own lives and for the future of their species.Publisher: Dark Hollows PressCover Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons
Blurb(s): Special Agent in Charge Jaden Malik’s meeting with the old gray alpha was the first step in an attempt to convince him a fight by his pack against their removal by the Bureau of Lupine Affairs or the BLA would not only be futile but would lead to their utter destruction. When he’s attacked by the son of the old alpha, he takes the handsome man hostage to ensure the pack’s cooperation and then finds to his horror that the man is his mate. Tyler Jenkins is furious at his capture and Malik’s plans to take his pack to one of the government preserves for wolf shifters. Malik is a shifter himself, and Tyler can’t understand how he can betray his own kind. Tyler’s pack has evaded capture for over thirty years, since the camps were first created, and he has no intention of being put behind bars. Despite his growing attraction to Jaden, Tyler manages a dangerous, daring escape with his pack, turning the tables on Malik by putting him in his own silver handcuffs and taking him with them. Tyler has only one chance to save what’s growing between them. He has to make it good or risk losing his lover and his mate forever.


Categories: Erotica, Fantasy, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal
Excerpt:His shoulder began to throb from the silver bullet the big one had dug out of his shoulder. Before they’d started, their alpha had given him an injection to deaden the pain, but it was coming back now with a vengeance. Malik had surprised Ty with the gunshot and caught him off guard, but the attack on the agent proved to Ty, at least, that these bastards could be beaten. His father wasn’t even willing to try. Bile churned in his gut and the blood roared in his ears as the reality of his situation sank in. From free man and son of the alpha to hostage of a hated enemy and prisoner in the span of a heartbeat—how the fuck was that even possible?


He shook his head frantically and Malik reached up to pull down the gag from around his mouth. Ty practically spit the words at him. “You son-of-a-bitch! Let me go! I’ll fight you by myself. Just release me and give me a chance, or are you afraid of a fair fight?”


“So you’ve been yelling for some time now, which is why you’re wearing the gag. No more fighting. You’re my prisoner now and prisoners don’t get to make challenges. So settle your ass down.”


Ty glared at the big leader, standing in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. “What’s the matter, are you scared?” Ty said, taunting him. “I’ve made a challenge, so either accept it or admit you’re afraid to fight me!”


The big leader stepped closer to him, taking his chin in his hand and forcing him to gaze directly into his eyes. “Be careful, Ty. Continue to run your mouth and I’ll gag you again, but it won’t be with this rag,” he said contemptuously, flicking at the cloth pulled down from his mouth. He rubbed his hand over his groin and smirked at him. “Do you understand my meaning?”


Ty flinched, but kept his gaze steady. “I’m not afraid of you, you bastard,” he said, and it would have been perfect if his damn voice hadn’t cracked there at the end, which pissed him off. He wasn’t afraid of this wolf, but there was something about him…something that fascinated and infuriated him at the same time.


Malik’s eyes softened and grew darker as they stayed fixed on his. A long, infinitely strange moment passed during which they simply gazed into each other’s eyes. It seemed like even the air around them almost crackled with energy. Ty swore that for a moment he could see the sparks flying between them. Then one of the others cleared his throat, breaking the mood. Jaden shook his head and released Ty’s chin abruptly, turning toward his men. “We’re heading back to camp. We can notify headquarters to expect us with the newcomers in two days’ time. Keep close and vigilant. I don’t trust these people to keep their bargain.”


Ty dropped his gaze so the rogues wouldn’t see the emotions that surely must be blazing in his eyes. His father would keep his filthy bargain—Ty had no doubt of it now, and he wouldn’t add to his father’s shame by creating any more of a scene, because this was a dishonor. They should have fought these trespassers off, given up their lives if necessary to defend themselves. Ty was deeply ashamed of his father for rolling over and giving in so easily. Were they cowards to be so afraid of a fight? Ty wasn’t afraid, and he’d make sure this government lackey—this traitor—knew that soon enough. He was aware of the big man reaching for him, and he put his head back up, his eyes defiant and met the agent’s steely gaze without flinching. He forced a tight rein on his emotions, because he knew they showed plainly on his face and he would not give away his private thoughts, no matter how wildly they raged inside his head. He had a strange feeling that this man knew exactly what he was thinking anyway and was quietly amused by it. His father and the rest of his pack had left the clearing, leaving Ty alone with these savages. As the others prepared to leave the clearing, Malik took deliberate stock of him, even walking around behind Ty to look him over. When Ty glared back at him, the man met his gaze with an impassive coldness, though his eyes lingered for a long time on Ty’s face. Ty hoped he could see the hatred and antipathy raging there, and he thought he might, because the alpha quirked up one eyebrow as he gazed into Ty’s eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted in a slightly contemptuous smirk, which only served to fuel Ty’s rage.


Malik reached down and took hold of the rope on Ty’s wrists, and for a second, Ty thought he actually might release him. Instead he took off the rope and held his wrists in an iron-like grip as he reached for a set of silver cuffs hanging from a loop on his camo pants. He quickly and efficiently snapped them on Ty’s wrists and a feeling of extreme weakness and lethargy came over Ty, so profound that he immediately wilted and looked up at the agent with astonishment. The cuffs began to make his wrists ache, and he groaned in pain before he even realized it. The cuffs were draining his energy and making him feel weak. His knees buckled a little.


Malik immediately put an arm around his waist to hold him up. “Steady now. You’ll get used to them in a minute. Don’t fight it.” In another couple of minutes, the ache did decrease, though the weakness remained. Ty felt like an idiot, standing there being held up by another man in an embrace so close they might be mistaken for two lovers.


Before he could gather the strength to pull away, Malik took a silver chain looped on the back of his belt and fixed it to the handcuffs, thus tethering Ty to him. Ty gave him an incredulous look and tried to jerk away, only to be shocked at the strength in the delicate-looking chain as it held him effortlessly. Malik smiled down at him and nodded toward each of the four or five big men standing behind them, regarding him with frank curiosity.


“These are members of my team. Follow their orders as you would mine.”


“That’ll be easy enough, since I have no intention of following yours either.”


Ty was aware of the angry, surprised looks the others were giving him—all except for Malik. He showed no emotion at all, except maybe amusement as Ty smirked at him and raised one eyebrow in defiance, deliberately baiting him. It was taking everything in him to stand there as if he were unaffected by all that had happened, when all he felt like doing was collapsing to his knees. The silver from the cuffs seemed to be leaching into his bones. “You’re going to be fun,” Malik said softly and held his gaze so long Ty felt a shiver of fear down his spine, though he’d rather die than let this bastard know it. Maybe, considering his situation, he should tone it down a tad. He shuffled his feet and lowered his gaze. Better to bide his time so they might relax and think he was cowed down by them.


“Let’s get going—it’ll be dark soon,” Malik finally said and turned on his heel to take off down the trail to where they’d camped, pulling Ty along behind him like a stray puppy.


Rather than get into an undignified struggle with Malik that he probably wouldn’t win anyway, Ty huffed out a breath, giving in. He ungraciously allowed the alpha to pull him along by the chain into the woods and down a long shady pathway there. He dragged his feet as much as he dared, slowing Malik down and once even making him stumble. He concentrated on sending a wave of hatred at the agent’s back and was surprised to see him glance back at him from time to time as if he actually felt it.


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And now for the review:






Manic Monday Review_ Moonstruck (Moonstruck #1)by Shannon West5 stars

 Manic Monday Review
I’m a huge fan of Shannon West’s books. I love her alphas. They tend to be tough, in-your-face, and totally unapologetic for their actions. You might even say a bit overbearing, but that’s one of her traits. Oh but goodness, when they fall, they fall hard, lol. But one of the things I’ve always wanted was a little more world building in the stories. Well, ask and ye shall receive, lol. Holy cow, the premise of this series is strong and well explained. So many shifter stories (mine included) are based on ‘what if’? What if humans found out? What would happen? Moonstruck takes a good, hard look at ‘what if’. And it’s not necessary pretty how humans react to the fact they aren’t alone on this planet. But that’s not surprising. Need some examples? What happened to Native Americans when settlers wanted their lands? Or study up on Nazi Germany and how they tried to whip out an entire race. Yeah, serious stuff.  This book kept me hooked from page one. I’ve read it twice already and you can bet I can’t wait to get my hands on book two.Frankly, I think this the best book Shannon West has written to date. And I’ve read a lot of her stuff, lol.
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Pride Promotions presents Shifting Weight by Tina Blenke and a Giveaway!

Book Name: Shifting WeightBook one of a seriesAuthor Name: Tina BlenkeAuthor Bio: Tina is a retired Air Force brat and has lived in several states as well as a handful of countries. She has always had a soft spot for literature and is a voracious reader. When she isn’t writing, she can be found cuddled up with a good book. Though Tina adores a thrilling novel with sappy lovesick heroes, she is terrified of things that go bump in the night. This makes for quite a complicated relationship with zombies, something that she just can’t get enough of.Author Contact:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tina-Blenke-Author/487878157926041?ref=hlTwitter: https://twitter.com/tinablenkeLinkedIn: Tina BlenkeInstagram: tinablenkeWordpress: http://tinablenke.wordpress.com/ Website: http://tinablenke.wix.com/author Tumblr: tinablenkePublisher: eXtasy Books Cover Artist: Latisha Waters
[image error] Blurb(s): Jason is a West Coast wolf Shifter who leaves his native Pack Lands to search for his destined mate. When he finds the large muscled man working out a local gym, Jason is ecstatic and apprehensive. Eric is a Changeless human and there are tense sides to the politically heated debate around the integration of Shifters and Changeless. Jason is at risk of losing control of his wolf without bonding with his destined mate. But, will Eric accept that Jason is a Shifter? And can Eric trust Jason after his heart has been left shattered from a previously failed relationship.


Categories: Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance
Excerpt: Jason allowed himself to run that night. Elation filled him making it easier to relax and allow his wolf to flow into his mind and body. The shift was seamless, years of transitioning helped his wolf to take control in under a few painless minutes. Jason knew of wolves who could never shift because the pain was so intense. It was unknown what the cause was but some insisted that it was because the Shifter’s true mate had never been found and the man could not control the beast inside of him.
The old wives’ tale had haunted Jason especially as years passed without locating his mate. Now that he knew Eric existed, it was one less thing to worry about. Now he could focus on worrying about Eric finding out he was a Shifter. Eric’s acceptance. If the two would find love and happiness despite fate playing a factor, then, and only then, could Jason think about starting a family with Eric. Maybe he was jumping the gun, but he had always wanted a man to love and a family to care for. Was it too much to want? Shouldn’t he be satisfied with finding a mate? All of this thinking and stress was weighing him down. Yes, he had found his mate, but would Eric want Jason?

His legs pumped harder as he made his way across hills and through forests with large trees reaching up towards the skies. It was not the familiar woods of his home on the Pack Lands but it felt good to stretch his limbs, pull deep pulls of fresh air into his lungs, and feel the wind tickling through his fur all over his body. With a grin, he imagined his large bear of a mate with sexual wants that matched his own.
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And now for the interview!~What comes first, the plot or characters?

Characters are usually the first that jump into my head. Shifting Weight is the first book in the series and I’m currently working on the third story. I know one of the main characters right now and I know where he is in life and the start of what’s going to happen to him. I wonder about who he’s going to meet and who the MC2 is. The plot will usually write itself in my mind but it’s the characters’ reactions to the curveballs that are thrown at them that make the story more interesting.



~Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

The idea for the story happened one afternoon when I was at the gym. There was a guy working out at the squat rack next to me and another man approached him asking about his specific set of exercises. I didn’t think anything of it at the time but there must have been a plot bunny hopping around in the back of my mind. I started wondering about that conversation and where the characters came from and where they might be going and that same evening Shifting Weight was born. I was so taken up by the story that I stopped working on another novel to type it out. A few weeks later, it was complete. I think it’s a sweet story about two men that go out on a limb to find each other. They’ve both been around the block and are lonely, looking for friendship and happen to find each other at just the perfect moment in both their lives.



~Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?

I just finished writing the sequel to Shifting Weight and I’m hoping that it will be out in the Spring and the third story has already jumped into my head. I jumped out of order when I started this series because I’ve been working on a contemporary novel. I’m planning on finishing this by the end of the month and hope to have it out soon as well. I’m enjoying the fun quick reads of the shifter series and I don’t plan on stopping those anytime soon.



~Describe your writing space.

My writing space has almost never been the same for long. I just finished up my home office but even now I’m quite portable and I write everywhere. Sometimes, I take myself on field trips and I write where the characters are. In my first novel, Athan’s Kiss, it takes place in a book store and I wrote a lot in the library or in coffee shops. I’ve also written in parks, at the gym, and in bowling alleys. But right now, I have an office surrounded by art of men kissing, music playing, and voices that tell me their stories.


~Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

I love to create a playlist for my stories to set up a specific scene or tone that I want to emulate. I like getting in the mood. I have one beta in particular who loves for me to keep images and song titles that I use for inspiration in the body of my manuscripts so that she can get the same feelings and emotions that I’m immersed in when I’m writing. I remove all of it before submission of course, but I di keep a copy of all that stuff. My sister says that I listen to a lot of angry music and my favorite song right now is Monster by Disturbed, I can listen to that song on repeat for hours. When I write upbeat scenes, I listen to the top 40 and when it’s depressing or full of angst I listen to slower moodier songs.



~What are your favorite TV shows?

I’m a big nerd since I’m a immunobiochemist by training. Some of my favorite shows right now are the Big Bang Theory, House, and Doctor Who. I also love superhero shows like Arrow and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Because I love the paranormal, I am the biggest fan of Supernatural, Grimm, and Sleepy Hollow. And just because it’s an amazing show, I’m really into Blacklist.



~What are the biggest public misconceptions about erotic romance?

I only started reading romance for about the last eight years. Like many others, I’m sure, I thought that it was about men sweeping silly women off their feet. Funny enough, I’m a romantic but I’m not romantic if that makes any sense. I like the idea of a happy ending but I’m not one to buy roses or remember birthday cards or presents. I thought people that read romance novels were silly fools who had lost their grip on reality. I was only partially right. I only picked up my first romance because the cover had a ridiculously good looking guy on the cover. The part of romance stories that I had completely wrong was that there wasn’t a story. I was dead wrong. The action and adventure in that book, and many more, rivaled many of the non-romance books that I was into at the time. I read more and fell in love. (Thus losing my own grip on reality. Ironic, huh?) The sex in erotic romance is another means to advance the plot and grow with the characters. You learn so much more about someone when there clothes are off and nothing stands between them and the rest of the world. A few years later, I read my first M/M novel and the rest is history. I still read other genres, but erotic romance is my all-time favorite. [image error]

My Sexy Saturday - Lust and Ice

Happy Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday ! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published. This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall. 

So this week show us all the character that is too sexy and knows, whether in a good, bad or indifferent way. We love bad boys, we love good boys…heck, let’s just face it…we love men. And we love the girls or boys that love them. So this week show us the good, the bad and even the hilarious moments that could comprise a hero or heroine that is too sexy. 

For this week, I thought I’d do something from Lust and Ice, book #1 in my Bad Boys series. And yes, they are honestly bad, lol.




Blurb:They call him Ice. Kain’s a spoiled rich man’s son with money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place bets on who’ll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus’ calling cards. Those that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with… because this is no man. He’s the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he’s been granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He’s searched through the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the cut.
Until now.

The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time -- hell’s come to claim its own.


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Asmodeus toyed with his straw as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.“Mmm, there’s something about taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”Frowning, he glanced over the dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm. Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right side of his chest, then continued to his groin.His dick was thick, but not overly long, and covered in small knots. From there the tattoo crossed over his body and continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him, the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made his orgasm much more intense.The problem was that once he finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.Now the mindless pleasure, the thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted—Satan help him—he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human had been found, and he had looked—extensively.A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks—they regretted it eternally. He was no man to be played with… because he was no man.

Wednesday Briefs - In Enemy Hands # 2.1

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)Prompts for this week:
“As unbelievable as this it…”

“The longer you leave something, the harder it is to fix it.

“It’s never the wrong time.”

“You went too far.”

“Help whenever you need it.”

“There’s no way to tell the good from the bad.”

“You kept me up all night.”

“Now, that’s a good morning.”

“We need to sell it.”

“That was not my idea of fun.”


or use: pool, bullet, floor

or use: wood, ball, plant

or use: couch, plate, straw

or have your character play ping pong

or use: paint, water, foot

or have a character giggling

or have a character pulling up nasty carpet

or use popcorn, hair dryer, scarfor “Put that tongue back in your mouth!”or use biscuits and gravyor make a Peter Pan referenceor “You can’t always get what you want”or have a character with a black eye

or use a Chicago hot dog



Chapter 2.1
Varo squatted down next to Haus, mediunit already scanning his officer. Varo touched Haus’ arm. “Okay, Haus, talk to me.”
Haus grunted. “That certainly was not my idea of fun, Captain.”
Varo’s lips twitched. Several strands of long dirty blond hair had come loose from the braid he wore. Soon, Haus would be griping about the curls he called untamable. He was one of the few Yesrians who didn’t have straight hair.
Varo scanned Haus, and the bruises already blooming across his face, one of Haus’ moss green eyes starting to swell shut. “The fun isn’t over. Now stay still until I know you haven’t damaged anything.”
Varo finished checking Haus. “You’re okay too.” Varo turned to Sarik, who was already staring at Varo, waiting. “Your turn, Sarik.”
Small particles of debris covered Sarik’s golden blond hair, but his azure blue eyes were clean and calm, even if he was slightly pale. All of their people had darkly tanned skin, thanks to the abundance of sunlight their planet received.
Another quick check, and Varo was satisfied. His men were beaten up and sore from the crash, but alive. Nothing was broken or damaged. Thank the goddess, none of them had serious injuries, which was a testament to Artan’s piloting skills.
“Okay, look lively, men. I’d like to hear suggestions before I decide on a course of action.”
That got their attention. Harnesses were unbuckled and moved out of the way. Each stood, moving uneasily in the confining shuttle, staring out the main window into the dim jungle. There was muted lighting, but it was light.
“Did we know they also had jungles?” Sarik frowned at the landscape. “It’s beautiful, but it’s so… Is it daytime?”
“I assume so, such as it is.” Varo glared into the twilight. Daylight here didn’t remotely resembled daylight on his planet. They had twenty-two hours of beautiful, warm sunlight.
“So, what do we do?” Artan asked.
“Well, we can stay here and wait for them to arrive. Or, we take what supplies we can, and make them hunt us.” Varo glanced around the shuttle. “Not that there’s much to take.”
“The shuttle has several survival paks.” Haus walked to the back of the shuttle, opened the storage area, and retrieved them. Returning, he tossed one to each officer. “Here you go. The pak employs a retractable mesh strap. There are places to attach the weapons to the outside as needed.”
“Huh.” Sarik handled the pak. “It’s heavier than I thought.”
“It has dried prepackaged foods, minor medical supplies, and weapons—some of which are not electronic.” Varo removed the mesh backpack, put the pak inside it, and slipped in on his back.
“That reminds me, I also need to check the stunners to see if they’re operational.” Haus removed his stunner from his belt and started running check on it. “Hmmm, they’re not working, thanks to the net.”
Artan tapped the computer console. “We have the same problem here. There’s no way to access information about the planet, so we don’t know what’s dangerous and what’s not.”
Varo scanned his body with mediunit. He felt fine, but better to make sure, especially if they were going to try to make a run for it. There was no chance to escape, but they certainly planned to make a stand. With any luck, before they’d take out a couple of Helkans before things ended.
“We’ve all had survival training, remember that.” Varo looked at each man before him. “The only question left is if we stay together or split up.”
Artan had his pak on. He’d strapped the knife that came in the pak on his thigh. “I say we split up.”
Haus nodded in agreement. “That means they’d have to split up too.”
“I love this little beauty.” Sarik grinned at the personal brass knuckle weapon he slipped on his hand. The contoured rubber-coated action grip handle squeaked as he tightened his hand. In the tip of each knuckle there was a sharp point, a deadly metal, razor-sharp tip. “I agree. One male is harder to take down than a group.”
“Okay, we split up then.” Varo held out his hand. “May the goddess lead your weapon truly.”
“May your strike be deadly,” Artan added, placing his hand over Varo’s.
Haus and Sarik covered Varo and Artan’s hands. “Let the blood of our enemy flow freely.”
Varo looked each male fully in the face. “It’s been an honor serving with each of you. Good hunting.”
Varo stood guard while his men left, each spreading out in a different direction. Glancing up at the sky—the smoky gray sky filled with even darker fluffy clouds—he shivered. His black uniform jacket was sleeveless, made to show the various tattoos on his arms. Instead of medals given for awards, his people tattooed their success on their body.
Needless to say, he displayed his arms with pride. Now he wished he had sleeves. The lightweight material of his uniform wouldn’t be much good if the temperature dropped much more. At least the dark pants would blend in, and his black boots were sturdy. The bloodred sash around his waist, that signified his title as a Yesrian prince, had to go.
The ground around the area where they crashed was a mess. The shuttle had left a trench as it slid, roughing up the grass and throwing mounds of dirt. He surveyed the area, an idea forming. Yes, indeed, that would work quite nicely. Quickly, he dug a hole. Unwrapping the cloth from his waist was harder than he imagined, but he did it.
Odd how he now felt… stripped. A strange chill caressed his body as he stared at the sash. The feeling he would never again wear it settled deep within him—it scared him to the darkest corners of his very soul. Hands trembling, he buried the proof of whom and what he was, then arranged the messy soil to appear undisturbed.
Stars, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d just buried part of himself in that shallow grave. 

TBC


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