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The Moon Kissed Chi by Grinelda Markowitz Book Tour!

Title: The Moon Kissed Chi Author: Grinelda Markowitz Publisher: SelfLength: 120 pages Sub-Genres: Erotica, Sci-Fi
Blurb: From the quirkiness of her daughter to the equine escapades of Bezhyanya (her sworn bedmate) and Grayt (her serving woman), Arrinay, ruler of Kalaydan, is faced with many concerns throughout her day which she handles with grace, poise and dignity. Will she be able to meet the challenges to come? 
In the City of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn. Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface.In the city of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn. Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface. Along with coordinating activities in the Main House, keeping the young mistress in line, and talking to horses, Grayt has a more secret agenda with a graver responsibilities. 
A hint of trouble on the horizon and other darker activities weave their way through the backdrop of this delightful tale which takes place in the city of Kalaydan. 

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Grayt dashed up the stairs lightly. Running quietly down the dark corridor, she came to the entrance of the receiving room of Arrinay and her family and entered the spacious chamber. The sound of amorous activity issued from the curtained room ahead. She walked instead into the room on the right. The curtains billowed violently, though without sound, into the room in which she stood. An intense, blue glow radiated from beyond the curtain. 
It’s happening again. I don’t know how much more she can take.
Grayt stepped behind the curtain into the violence of the churning Gaichi energies and was nearly pulled from her feet. Moving further into the room, she tripped on a couple of clothing items littering the floor and nearly fell. The young woman on the bed writhed and contorted in her sleep as the powerful energies circulated through her and around her. The room stank of perspiration and clothing in need of laundering. Grayt gripped the crystal which hung about her neck and closed her eyes. Soon an angry, fire-red energy flared from between her tightly closed fingers. The light continued to intensify, swirling within the blue energies, only to disappear. She stretched her arms out to either side and began to turn widdershins. Her turning quickened and soon became spinning. She blurred like the turning of a child’s spindle. The Gaichi followed her into the maelstrom she had created and engulfed her. Seeming at first to consume the small woman, they were soon absorbed by the red force which had seeped out and wrapped around both her and the Gaichi. She was embraced by her own fire-red energy. As the red force wrapped more tightly around her, Grayt absorbed the Gaichi energies and her crystal reabsorbed her own fire-red energy. The room became dark as pitch. 
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Luminous by Jasmine Angell blog tour.

Title: LuminousAuthor: Jasmine AngellSeries: The Psyne Series (#1)Genre: YA FantasyPublisher: Saga Ventures, LLCRelease Date: Aug 12 2013Editions/Formats Available In: eBookBlurb/Synopsis: What would you do if the world you loved was taken from you forever?...and what would you sacrifice to get it back?
Magical, Mythical, Mesmerizing…A powerful race of beings lives and works among us and we don’t even know it. To us, they are known as mermaids, sirens and water nymphs, but they call themselves the Psyne. They have lived on Earth since ancient times, wield powerful magic and have only one weakness—love.When Psyne suddenly start disappearing around the globe, the remaining aquatars are evacuated to their home world and a ban is placed on Earth. Ilauria, a devoted servant to the Psyne Council, can’t abide abandoning the missing eight, and with the help of her long-time friend, Shivan, and a subversive member of the Venvian Psyne named Adante, she embarks on a harrowing rescue mission to uncover who or what is powerful enough to subdue her kind.What Ilauria discovers will cause her to question her loyalties, re-examine her dual nature, and will shake the very foundations of the truths her society holds dear.
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She spent several years working on a literary novel but found her heart wasn’t in it. Finally she quit her day job to write full time and embraced her life-long love of fantasy fiction.  She wrote Luminous, the first novel in the Psyne series (pronounced "sign") and followed it up with the sequel, Prism, due out the summer of 2014.  With a third series novel in the works and no end in sight, Jasmine will be spending a great deal of time in the Psyne Universe over the next several years.  When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she loves to horseback ride, dance, make elaborate costumes just for the fun of it, and is always planning her next decadent tea party.
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Excerpt IMAGINE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE“You won’t find your friend here,” a man said as he emerged from one of the bedrooms.In that instant, Ilauria couldn’t move.
To anyone else, the being before her would look to be an ordinary man but to one of the Psyne, there was no doubt it was anything but human. Despite its resemblance to a human male, it was neither male nor female. It wore a gray wool coat and slacks, plain like a uniform, with buttons down the front and a short, stand-up collar. Soft flames licked yellow and white along the edges of its silhouette, simmering to a gas light blue.
All moisture evaporated from the room and the temperature began to climb. A sheer wall of oppressive air hit Ilauria and her skin felt tight and dry. She braced herself against the onslaught of desiccating heat rolling off its body and as she drew in a shaky breath, she couldn’t believe that she stood in the presence of a nemesis she’d only heard described in legends.
“The Fury,” she whispered.
“So you’ve heard of me,” the Fury said, its face ablaze with amusement.Her body trembled and her limbs went stiff, petrified with fear. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the creature before her. It was like staring at death itself, like staring at her death: impending, certain, and inescapable.
The Fury lived to kill her kind and take their magic.
Her first reaction was to morph into her animal form, an instinct all Psyne carried from the days when their ancestors hid from the Fury on their home world.
But her body wouldn’t shape shift.
She tried again and then it dawned on her. The Fury had laid a trap, a dead zone, rendering her magic useless. She was powerless, as helpless as a human with all of her defenses neutralized and completely at its mercy.
The furious beating of her heart begged her to run.  The front door was too far away so she backed up to the balcony doors nearest her and grasped the handles with trembling hands, her startled gaze never leaving the Fury’s face. 
“For some reason, all you Psyne react to me in the same manner.  I can’t imagine why.”
Ilauria narrowed her eyes at its flippant words.  Its smug face told her it had the upper hand and it reveled in that fact.  If this was to be her end, so be it but she wasn’t going to beg for her life. 
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Abiding Ink by Ranae Rose by Blog Tour!

Title: Abiding InkAuthor: Ranae RoseSeries: Inked In The Steel City (#4)Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 25 2013Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & PrintBlurb/Synopsis:Tyler DeHaven may look like a bad boy, but there’s got to be more to the tattoo artist who volunteers at the hospital during the holiday season. Inviting him to a work Christmas party seems innocent enough … at first. Problem is, he’s just as irresistible as he looks and falling fast is more than Mallory bargained for. After all, she’s reminded every day what a gamble love can be, and there’s no question that with him, the stakes are high.
It may be cold outside but Mallory Stephens is the hottest nurse Tyler has ever laid eyes on. To top it off, she also likes ink and wants him to be her holiday party date. He’s not going to say no, and when things get rocky, he’s not going to let their passion frost over, either.
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Ranae Rose is the author of over a dozen adult romances and counting. She calls the US East Coast home and resides there with her husband, child, German Shepherd dogs and overflowing bookshelves. Writing and reading are lifelong passions that consume most of her time, and she's always working on bringing her latest love story idea to life for readers.
Her latest release is Abiding Ink, Book 4 in her Inked in the Steel City Series.



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“Any new tattoos?” Beneath a helmet of blue-rinsed curls, Ms. Sherwin’s eyes sparkled as she sat up in her hospital bed, leaning toward Tyler.

“No, Ms. Sherwin. Just the same old ink I had yesterday.”

“Tsk tsk. I told you yesterday – call me Ruby! If we’re going to be seeing each other every day, we can at least be friendly.” As he pushed the meal cart forward, she giggled, sounding more eight than eighty or however old she was.

“I’m only volunteering here for a week, Ms. – uh, Ruby.” Six more days, counting today.

She ignored his comment, leaning forward as he approached with her lunch tray. “Ooh!” Gripping him by the wrist, she pushed up the sleeve of his thermal tee, exposing half his forearm. Her tiny, pale hand looked and felt like a child’s in comparison to his. Then again, she was maybe five feet tall, and he was over six.

“Thought I saw something new,” she said, giving his arm a surprisingly strong squeeze. “Silly me. My eyesight’s not what it used to be, you know.

“Would you like me to hand you your glasses?” He eyed the pair sitting on the tray beside her bed, thick plastic frames with even thicker lenses.

Letting go of his wrist – but leaving his sleeve pushed up – she waved one hand. “I only use those for reading.

A novel rested on the table, too – a thick paperback with a woman in an old-fashioned dress posing with a ripped, long-haired guy in a kilt on the cover. Tyler slid the meal tray onto the table, careful not to knock the glasses or book off the side.

“Don’t like to wear them when I don’t have to,” she continued. “They make me feel like an owl.”

“I’m sure you don’t look like an owl, Ms. Sherwin.”
“Ruby.” She tittered. “Now what did you bring me for lunch?”
Peering down at the tray, he tried to think of some way to put a good spin on the food he’d just delivered. Unfortunately, the crown jewel of it all was a cup of green gelatin with little chunks of something suspended in its depths. Pear chunks, probably… At least, he hoped so. “Just what the doctor ordered,” was his eventual reply.
A lot of the hospital patients had special dietary restrictions, and apparently Ms. Sherwin was no exception.
“Well, I hope you haven’t been naughty – you know I’ve got to watch my sugar.” She poked the dessert cup, making its contents jiggle, then smiled up at him like they shared some sort of private joke.
“I’m sure it’s sugar-free.”
She raised her thin, white eyebrows like she was about to say something else, but the sound of sneakers against tile filled the room before she could get another word out.
“Ms. Sherwin.” A clear female voice resounded. “How are we today?”
Tyler turned and felt immediately as if he’d been sucker-punched in the gut.
Holy hell. It was her. The nurse he’d noticed yesterday, in the hall. She’d taken his breath away then, walking by and leaving him to practically suffocate over his cart full of red and green Jell-O, pale yellow macaroni and whatever else patients like Ms. Sherwin were allowed to eat. He hadn’t been close enough to read her name badge then, and now, he wanted to, but it was hard to look away from her face.She raised a brow at him and a polite smile just barely cracked her perfectly-glossed lips. He took in everything – her dark brown eyes and thick lashes, the wet look her gloss gave her mouth and the little sable curls near her temples that had escaped the bun she’d pulled her hair back into. And then his gaze dipped lower.
Okay, it wasn’t that hard to look away from her face. Even in scrubs, her knockout figure was clearly discernible. Above one shapely breast, her badge told him that her name was Mallory.
“Looks like I got here just in time,” Mallory said, sweeping past Tyler and side-stepping his cart. “Let’s check your blood sugar before you eat lunch, Ms. Sherwin.”
“I forgot all about checking my sugar,” Ms. Sherwin said. “If it’s high, blame him.” She pointed a finger toward Tyler, grinning. “He’s so sweet, I think it might’ve rubbed off on me.”
Tyler’s gut clenched as Mallory’s luscious lips curved in a little smirk. “No worries there, Ms. Sherwin. Unless you’ve sweet-talked him into slipping you chocolate, like you did that poor girl last week…”
“He would never. He’s a perfect volunteer. I think you all should keep him around for more than a week.”
“That’s not up to me, Ms. Sherwin.”
Tyler gripped the meal cart by the handle and backed away slowly, wincing as the wheels squeaked. Yeah, being around Mallory was no hardship, but Ms. Sherwin was sabotaging whatever chances he might have with the gorgeous nurse. With any luck he’d run into Mallory again … without a geriatric flirt like Ms. Sherwin around. His heart sped a little at the thought, and he cast a last, long look at Mallory’s back as he retreated.
Talk about hot. Her lavender scrub pants didn’t mask the perfect curve of her ass, and the color flattered her smooth, light brown skin. It was flawless and uninked – not that she needed tattoos, or anything else, to look amazing.
“Thanks for bringing by Ms. Sherwin’s lunch,” Mallory called over her shoulder.
Her words caught him off guard, and he guiltily transferred his gaze to something else – the window, where snow flurries were falling beyond the half-open blinds. “No problem.”
The meal cart rattled as he steered it right into the doorframe.
Damn it.
Mallory and Ms. Sherwin both turned to stare at him.
“Need some help?” Mallory asked, arching one finely-shaped brow again and looking like she might head his way.
“No, no.” He raised one hand. “I got it.” God. He had to look like such a douche.
“Told you he was sweet,” Ms. Sherwin said, giggling.
Tyler hurried the hell out of the room, managing not to run into anything else. He made it several steps before realizing that his left sleeve was still pushed halfway up his arm. Jerking it down, he covered himself up. In long sleeves, only the very edges of his full tattoo sleeves were visible, just barely peeking over the edge of his wrist. Ms. Sherwin had spied them the instant he’d walked into her room the day before – she was bullshiting him about her failing eyesight, for sure.
Not everyone was such a fan of tattoos, and so, he kept them covered while volunteering at the hospital. It was December anyway, and as the snow falling outside attested, it was more than cold enough to justify his clothing choices.
Not that he gave a shit, in general, what people thought of his tattoos. He just didn’t want to make any waves while he was helping out at the hospital. He was here for his sister, and all he really cared about was keeping her safe. Maybe it made him a jerk, but he never would’ve volunteered otherwise. And yet…He couldn’t help but wonder what Mallory thought of his ink – what little bit she’d been able to see thanks to Ms. Sherwin, that was. He wouldn’t have minded if she’d shoved up his sleeve and decided to see for herself, that was for sure. As he wheeled the meal cart into another room, a vivid fantasy sprang up in his mind, starting there and quickly taking a much less innocent turn.
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Other Books in the Series Hot Ink (Inked In The Steel City) #1Innocent Ink (Inked In The Steel City) #2Dedicated Ink (Inked In The Steel City) #3

Magic Academy Cover Reveal by Jillian Keep

Title:Magic Academy Author: Jillian KeepGenre: New Adult Fantasy Romance Publisher: Self Published Release Date: Dec 13 2013Editions/Formats it will be Available In: eBookBlurb/Synopsis: Out of a young woman’s ambition comes a love triangle thatcould destroy more than her heart.Firia has always wanted to be a witch, but even though she’sa natural in magic, there’s a problem: She’s human.Considered by the elven elite to be interior, Firia needs anedge to be accepted into the Magic Academy. Out of sheer desperation, shesummons the demon Varuj, a terrifyingly gorgeous spirit who helps her win theentrance competition. But at what price?As the commanding demon does everything he can to penetrateevery aspect of her innocent life, Firia still finds herself drawn to her studypartner, Mae’lin. Not only is the sweet elf completely different from thepowerful Varuj, but their relationship is forbidden.How is she supposed to choose between the demon she owes herlife to and the innocent elf who makes her a better person?
Thisthrilling coming of age new adult romance is from fantasy romance author,Jillian Keep.Jillian Keep is the softer and more romantic side of J.E.& M. Keep. They love to combine fantasy, scifi, horror, romance and mysteryinto exciting and titillating novels.They are long term, loving partners in a very happyrelationship and because of this; they love to torture their characters. Darkromance touches all of their stories in one way or another; from elicit tryststo forbidden love.
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A Secret Fate Susan Griscom Blog Tour!

Title: A Secret Fate Author: Susan GriscomSeries: A Whisper Cape Novel (#3)Genre: Paranormal Romance (Adult)Publisher: Amber Glow BooksRelease Date: Oct 31 2013Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print Blurb/Synopsis:"Well, fate was cruel, wasn't it?"
Cael and Addison’s fate has taken an unexpected turn.Gerry, Addie and Cael almost captured Careen’s murderer only to lose Cael in the battle—a battle that nearly cost him his life. But despite his survival, he faces a new challenge, thanks to Gerry's handiwork: will Cael remember Addie or is their love lost with him?
Addie’s family and friends think she should keep the relationship a secret from Cael so he isn't forced into feelings he can't remember. Just what she needs, more secrets and on top of everything else, someone stole the crystal. How is she supposed to get over the loss of her lover, a lover she'd barely had for only a few short months and deal with the secret of the lost crystal at the same time?
Aiden wants nothing more than to help Addie overcome her grief and get over Cael. Or is that all he wants? What happens when too many people know the secret and someone slips up?
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Author Information Susan Griscom daydreams often. And sometimes her daydreams interfere with her daydreams not to mention real life. Because, let’s face it, her character’s lives are so much more exciting. Sometimes it’s young adult or new adult or just plain old mainstream fiction. Sometimes it’s paranormal romance, where her playing field delves into a different milieu than the usual vampires and werewolves. Some day she might write about fangs and fur, but for now she prefers sticking to strong heroes and heroines confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and abilities beyond the norm, mixed with some steamy romance to get the blood boiling.
Susan lives in the Sierra Foothills in Northern California with her very romantic husband, her small yippy dog, Riley, and her humongous black cat, Saké. Her family consists of his and hers; four wonderful sons and one beautiful daughter, and seven grand angels. Susan loves when a story takes hold and pulls her into the fantasy, that's magic.
You can visit Susan at www.susangriscom.com or email her at susangriscom1@gmail.com.  She loves hearing from her fans.
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Addie watched particles of dust float within the ray of light coming in through the window as the sun began its slow descent into the horizon. Like most things, cleaning house was not a high priority. Glancing at the kitchen, she considered making some coffee when the faint knock on the door jolted her. Addie didn’t know why it surprised her. She’d been expecting another visit from Darcy or Maia. What she hadn’t expected when she opened the door was Aiden. Aiden was Gerry’s best friend growing up and best man at his and Maia’s wedding a few weeks ago. Aiden had come by a couple of days after Cael’s disappearance to check on her, offering coffee and donuts, but Addie had been rude. Very rude, she remembered. He hadn’t been back since.
She sighed. “Why are you here?” Still rude, she thought, but wasn’t sure she cared.
“Came to see how you are. They say you haven’t left here since the wedding.” His voice dripped with the same thickly coated Scottish accent Gerry possessed.
Addie shot him a dagger-riddled glance. “Yes, I have,” she stated defensively. “I went to …” She hesitated and thought about the place where she’d last seen Cael and cried, begging him to hear her thoughts again and come home. Her voice shaky and raw, she tried to finish the sentence, “…to the spot where …”
“The spot where your boyfriend disappeared,” Aiden finished for her.
She turned away from him, trying desperately to keep the well of tears in check at the memory. “Yeah, and what business is it of yours, anyway?” God, Addie, the man’s only trying to be nice.
“None, I guess.” Aiden rubbed his chin, looked around the living room. She followed his eyes as they swept over the furniture, taking in the chairs and marble-topped coffee table. Then his brilliant blue gaze traveled to the all-too-comfortable deep-red leather sofa where she and Cael enjoyed many pleasant conversations as well as some steamy sexual encounters while taking in the heat from the large rustic fireplace. Aiden meandered his way through the entry, his gaze lingering on the massive window spanning the entire wall, and the breathtaking view of the ocean. His eyes glanced briefly up the stairs before settling back on hers. “This is a nice place you have. I can see why you might want to hole up here and hide for a while.”
“I’m not hiding,” she shot back at him, not meaning to sound so curt. Lowering her voice a tad she added, 
“I’m … adjusting.”
He nodded. “Aye, I see that you are.” He reached out, took a strand of her hair that hung annoyingly in her face between his thumb and finger, slid them to the end. She flinched at the gentle gesture. “You look thin. 
When did you eat last?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, I ate …” she had to think about that. When did she last eat? “Um … recently.” Addie frowned, pissed that she couldn’t think of a good reason not to be nice to him. He was only trying to help.
He nodded again. “I, uh … was on my way home from Manny’s grocery store. I saw the smoke from the 
chimney and thought I’d stop in. I have a couple of steaks in the car. I wouldn’t mind sharing … if you want.”
Her stomach grumbled at the mention of the steaks and she placed her hand over the traitorous organ in an attempt to cover up the rumble. Maybe she was hungry, but having Aiden in for dinner was not going to happen. She was certain to find something in the kitchen to fix. Maybe. There had to be some leftovers from the last time Maia brought her something to eat.
 Aiden grinned at her. “Your stomach seems to like the idea of food.”
Something about Aiden tickled her. He always seemed a little shy, but not, if that made any sense. He was full of charm but unpretentious. That was it. He was pretty hot for an older guy too. Okay, he wasn’t that old and he wasn’t as gorgeous as Cael. Addie caught herself comparing the two; well, maybe, but in a different way. Her mind rambled on with the strangest thoughts lately. It must be because she hadn’t been taking very good care of herself.
Aiden swiped his hand through his shoulder-length dark hair similar to the way Cael always did. Addie shook her head. “No. I …” she glanced at the kitchen. “I have dinner. I ... I’m sure of it.” Why was she having such a hard time talking? “I mean, I do. I do have dinner … already.”
“Right,” he said, strolling to the kitchen as if he’d been invited to stay.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Addie trailed behind him.
He stopped at the entrance, glancing around at the empty counter, the empty stove, and the dark oven. He opened the refrigerator and saw the starkness of the cold box. “Yeah. I see you have plenty to eat.”
His sarcasm exhausted her. She leaned against the doorframe, suddenly faint, unable to hold herself up. Aiden stepped within inches of her, staring into her eyes as he propped his hand along the side of the doorframe very close to her face. She stole a quick glance at his long fingers.
“Look, I’m not blind. I can see you’re hurting. I can see you’re starving yourself. I can see that you’re sick with love and worry. I didn’t come by to upset you, and I’m not going to lie to you. I like you.” When she started to protest, he placed his finger over her lips. “And because I like you, I care about how you are getting along. I don’t expect anything from you.” Her knees grew sapless from standing and they buckled under her as she grabbed onto his arm for support. “Look at you, you can barely stand up, you’re so frail. You need food and …” he sniffed at her hair, “a shower.” She gaped at his audaciousness but resigned herself to hearing him out because she knew, this time, he wasn’t going away. “Now,” he continued, “there are a few events that are going to take place over the next hour. I’m going to go to my truck and get those steaks. Then I’m going to cook them while you go upstairs and take a shower. Then you will come back down here and you will eat. I am not leaving until all those things happen.”

Give Me Hope by Zoey Derrick Blog Tour!

Title: Give Me HopeAuthor: Zoey DerrickSeries: The Reason Series (#2)Genre: Paranormal Romace/FantasyPublisher: Self Published Release Date: Nov 19 2013Blurb/Synopsis:  An Angel is he...
From the first moment he saw her, MIKAH BLAKE was seized by an inexplicable need to protect Vivienne Callahan, a fragile but fiery young woman who’s awakened a slumbering power within him. With his encouragement, Vivienne has begun to turn her life around, and things seem to be heading in the direction of a slow but certain happily-ever-after. But that happy ending is side tracked by a rising evil that is determined to destroy her.
When her dark past comes back to claim her, Mikah is caught in a whirlwind of events that lead him down a path he was born into but never understood. Until now.
Can Mikah save Vivienne?  Will his love be enough? Will he be able to control his angelic powers and use them to protect his newfound love?
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Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.

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I pull the detective’s card from my pocket, dial the number and wait.
“Hhhello?”
The voice is tentative, groggy from sleep. Not like the confident officer I met last night. “Detective Stevens?” I ask.
He clears his throat. “Yes.”
Much better. “This is Mikah Blake. We met last night.”
“Oh, of course. What can I do for you?”
“I sent you an email this morning that shows your boy Riley meeting his dad outside my building around two this morning. I have a security detail working on the full video exchange.”
“Are these cameras yours? The ones used to capture these images?”
“Yes, I had the security system installed a couple years ago, the previous one was shit.” I can hear my own irritation coming through. “If we find something you can use, you call your evidence boys and  have them come get it.”
“Uh...that’s great. Thank you.” I can hear it in his voice: He’s not used to being told how to do his job.
“Don’t thank me yet. I want a report on Vivienne’s building from last night.”“It doesn’t work like that, Blake. This isn’t quid pro quo here. What is your need to know?” The skepticism can be heard in his voice and the pain in my back spikes.
“Because when I arrived here this morning, there was a cab parked outside. Still is. I’d like to know when it arrived.”
“I can’t do that, Mr. Blake.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Why don’t you call your guy parked down the block from her apartment and ask him. Then we can move on from there.”
“Alright, hang on.” There is a series of clicks. Then he comes back on the line. Ring. “Blake?”
“Yup.” Ring. “Thanks, Detective.” I know he’s violating company policy. Ring. And, I know it’s killing him to give in to my demands.
“Yeah.” Irritation fills his voice. Ring. “Just don’t say anything when he answers.” Ring.
Click. ”You’ve reached the voicemail of Officer Anders. Please leave—” Click.
“What the hell?” Stevens says. “It’s ringing, so it’s on. But why not answer?”

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

Author Selah Janel pops in about Fandoms!

A lot of things have contributed to my love of fiction, my love of the fantastic, and my love of a lot of, shall we say, all things geeky. Granted, I’m nine million years old so I didn’t grow up with the internet phenomenon to guide my choices. Instead, I was left to find my way like the pioneers of yore—checking out the recommendations of those directly around me and fumbling around until I found something appealing to settle down on. I’ve always gravitated to stuff that I either missed the first time around, or knew of at the time but really began to appreciate after the fact. Small or large, certain fandoms just made sense to me when I stumbled upon them when I needed them most, then somehow congealed all together to form a gloriously huge lump of influence in my life.
During the particularly rough transition from kid to teen, I wasn’t what you’d call instantly popular. Instead, I’d delicately describe my position as being whacked by the awkward stick ten thousand times before being hit by a socially inept bus. I was also having trouble finding things that interested me. “Problem literature” was the trend for my age group, and my sibling was younger by eight years, so anything really positive tended to be Disney or part of a much younger franchise or age bracket. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I love my nostalgia as much as anyone else, but I needed something to make sense to me. And then my sixth grade teachers decided to celebrate the end of the year by showing their classes the Star Wars trilogy (the only SW trilogy you’ll ever need. Yes, I went there). My mind was blown open and filled with possibilities of aliens, space travel, spiritualism, hero quests, and everything else that made those three original movies so amazing. It also resurrected a healthy interest in creatures and puppeteering that had been originally fed by my love of all things Jim Henson. This led to exploring other Sci-Fi and fantasy titles, and I can’t help but think that my love of epic quests, sprawling, complicated plots, and good vs. evil comes from there.
Fast forward to when I was seventeen and facing another life transition. A senior in high school, I was approaching adulthood but still having my reservations about the whole growing up thing. It seemed that I just looked at life way differently than my peers and didn’t get into or even understand the same things they did. After a particularly rough time, a friend of mine gave me the Labyrinth soundtrack. This officially started two geek love affairs that continue to this day: Labyrinth and David Bowie. Suddenly I had a creative role model in my life that made sense, who was intelligent and out there and had managed to make a go of things. He’s been able to do so many different things and change his mind often…all things that I wanted and continue to want for myself. As for Labyrinth…when I watch that movie, I don’t just see the typical hero vs. villain plot, but an intricate web of side characters, environments, and possibilities. This really kick-started my brain and made me ponder all the “what-if’s” that weren’t resolved in the movie. Really, part of its brilliance is that it doesn’t necessarily resolve everything in a neat tidy bow: we don’t know if Sarah grew up into a well-adjusted adult, we don’t know if she became an actress, we don’t know if Jareth was an anti-hero or villain, we have no clue if he really loved Sarah or was playing her, and we really don’t even know for sure if the whole thing was real or in her head…and it doesn’t matter because all of those elements stay with you and give you a lot to think about. I still maintain that a lot of my storytelling fascination can be traced not only to much earlier influences, but that movie. Nothing is black and white for me in my writing, because Labyrinth proved to me that things don’t have to be black and white. My opinions about what’s really going on can (and probably are) different than the next person’s, but that’s okay. That’s awesome. That’s power, right there.
Fast forward another few years to my early twenties. I’d slowly been reading more horror to balance out all the plays and nonfiction I had to read for school. Although I liked a lot of what I’d read, it didn’t encourage me to think of any plots of my own, since it seemed like everyone had better ideas than what could formulate in my young mind. In general, it seemed the possibility and courage that I’d had just a few years ago had petered out into something more anxious and unsure. It’s part of life, and I’ve learned that at least in myself, those emotions usually preface a transition that can be both terrifying and amazing. Indeed, that time frame was full of changes, but it also introduced me to a film that’s one of my favorites to this day and finally pushed me over the edge into horror once and for all.
No matter what your opinion on crossing horror with comedy or 1980s films, The Lost Boyshas a huge place on both lists. I vaguely remembered it from when I was a kid, but had never really seen it start to finish, myself. For whatever reason, I decided to rent it one night with a group of theatre friends, and my mind was forever blown. I ended up watching it a few times over the course of the next few months, simply to try to figure out what was going on and why it affected me so much. All I can say is it suddenly made everything seem possible. Again, I love what-ifs and detail, and from a writing point of view it was great to see a movie that gave you some insight into the “villains” besides them just being evil. The original movie will always be the best because it establishes the vampires as characters first and the undead second. The blend of comedy and horror appealed, the incorporation of vampire folklore and “rules” hit every sweet spot in my brain that likes things to make sense within the world they exist in. From a design/costume standpoint, it just looked so cool, even though it was obviously dated by the time I saw it. I could recognize it for how different it was compared to things before it, and the overall character and location looks were just so damn cool and so good (while still being achievable – keep in mind I saw this when everything in the “current” world made it seem like CGI was going to take over everything forever and make non-computer design obsolete). I felt pumped that I could come up with ideas like that, albeit in different ways. It forever turned my brain on to possibilities in folklore and horror archetypes and what could be done with them if balanced with modern elements.
Granted, by that time my archaic brain was able to make the internet work, so I was able to connect with others who shared my interests, but it’s never been about the community or that sort of thing with me. That’s cake, that’s icing, and since a lot of the fandoms I like are either small or have small focuses (ie. Most people are concerned about the romantic elements or sex appeal as opposed to the story as a whole), or very divided (ie. Everything about Star Wars ever), I pretty much got the fangirling out of my system and went on to do my own thing.
The thing is, though, all of these fandoms have influenced me. It doesn’t matter if I write space opera or not, or if my take on vampires are somewhat different, or if I lean to faeries more than goblins and older heroines facing life choices instead of coming-of-age stories. These fandoms gave me permission to love what I love and find ways to make genre and stories and possibilities my own.
Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. Her appreciation for a good story was enhanced by a love of reading, the many talented storytellers that surrounded her, and a healthy curiosity for everything. Her e-books The Other Man and Holly and Ivy are published through Mocha Memoirs Press with more to come. Her work has also been included in The MacGuffin, The Realm Beyond, Stories for Children Magazine, the anthology The Big Bad: an Anthology of Evil from Dark Oak Press, and the upcoming anthology Thunder on the Battlefield from Seventh Star Press. Olde School, the first book in her new series The Kingdom City Chronicles is scheduled to release from Seventh Star Press later this year. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own. Catch up with Selah at the Following Places: Blog – http://www.selahjanel.wordpress.com Facebook Author Page – http://www.facebook.com/authorSJ Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5622096.Selah_Janel Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Selah-Janel/e/B0074DKC9K/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1346815995&sr=1-2-ent
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Kindle    Amazon Paperback Blurb: Journey with authors Selah Janel and S.H. Roddey to a world where every idea is a possibility and every genre an invitation. In this collection of forty-seven short stories, lines blur and worlds collide in strange and wonderful new ways. Get lost with the authors as they wander among fantasy, horror, science fiction, and other speculative musings.Shadows can’t hurt you, and sometimes it’s all right to venture off the path. Genre : various speculative genres Length: 300 pages Format: Kindle, Paperback (Nook and PDF available from authors) Publisher: Published by the authors
Excerpts: It was a dark and stormy night and the fairies took over the stripper pole. It was the only recourse when Beltane fell on a moonless, rainy eve and the last Maypole in town had been bulldozed decades ago to make way for a rest stop. It wasn't the best solution, to be sure, but tradition had to be kept and the local strip was closer to the Faerie mound than the nearest field. Quietly, they emerged from what unsuspecting mortals took to be an over-sized speed bump misplaced in a back alley. Through the years they had adapted to life in the city, so pixies and elves, brownies and sylphs, redcaps and trolls emerged from their underworld home, all dressed for a night in the seedier part of town.
They grouped together in a lump, all staring up at the flashing sign for Tit-tania's with eyes that were blue, green, yellow, orange, and black. Round and slit pupils widened and contracted at the convenient name. It was all the sign they needed that they were where they needed to be. The mortals inside never knew what hit them, especially when gold coins pelted the dancers into fleeing the stage. The elfin maidens who took their places may have been dressed in club wear, but they moved with the grace of the ages-old and whirled around the poles with a fire and grace that no mortal could replicate. Pixies swirled about their heads like sparks of light, so fast that their movements burned a trail of an after-image around the dancers' heads and shapely figures, the brilliant streaks mingling with the long, swishing hair.
The brownies chugged beer since no ale was available, and trolls watched gaping mortal men out of the corner of their eyes. The age of sacrifice and tithe was over, but if one of the humans reached a grubby hand towards a Fae maiden, then they were more than happy to remind the fool why they were unworthy.
Businessmen, young men who were barely out of boyhood, old men with nothing better to do...they all gaped in awe at the display going on around them. After a while, the creatures in the audience joined hands and circled the perimeter of the club in a dance as old as time. A particularly mischievous sprite cut off the blasting music and poised itself at the edge of the stage, pipes in hand. Another soon joined it with a lyre, and another with a lute. A pixie produced a hand drum and joined the makeshift band, providing a joyful, driving rhythm. The sweet music drew the spurned human women back towards the stage to watch, tears streaming down their faces as they viewed the elegance they'd never have. Their human audience stared, unable to reach for wallets. They didn't need to. Their admiration was something the celebrating Folk hadn't had for a long, long time.
Into the night they danced and celebrated, invoking envy, nostalgia, and a heartbreak for the old days. Troll and lawyers guzzled liquor together, brownies hit on strippers jokingly, hobgoblins compared notes with the manager, and all celebrated and danced to the ancient music, enjoying the holiday though most mortals in the place didn’t remember that it existed. Just as fast as the Folk had arrived, they disappeared. Leaves were left where their coins had fallen and none of the club's patrons could rightly remember what had happened or how much time had passed. They only had a strange memory of joy and an even stranger heartbreak of missing something they could not name.
From the front it appeared no different than any other house on the 200-block of Downing Street – a well-kept two story monument standing as a proud testament to pre-1900’s architecture. Festive decorations adorned the front porch while spooky blow-up caricatures lined the steps like undead marching soldiers. Even a pumpkin graced the front lawn, hiding inside it a peeping Frankenstein. Orange and black lights blinked along the trim of the wide porch day and night without fail. Hidden in the front hedges was a motion sensor that exuded an eerie laugh each time someone passed by. Many people paused to gaze at the spectacle. Some took pictures, but nobody ever stopped. Just because it was six days after Halloween with no change in scenery didn’t mean the still-standing decorations were that unusual.
No, it just meant that the owners of the house were dead.    
If the passersby were to look closely they would have noticed that the broken door jamb was real, and that the dark trail marring the bright-white boards of the steps was blood, and it led across the threshold. If they were to push open the ruined door they would notice other things out of place – a broken crystal goblet and an overturned bottle of scotch to start. The trail would continue through the house into the kitchen where a once-beautiful blonde woman lay, face up in a pool of blood that had long-since oozed from the angry gash across her throat. From there bloody footprints would lead upstairs where her husband lay sprawled on the landing, almost completely disemboweled. Intestines would be strung along the banister much like the lights out front. His eyes would still be open, staring sightlessly ahead.
But nobody would witness these gruesome sights, because nobody paid attention. Nobody would stop to see what was wrong. Nobody would care.
At least, not until Christmas.

Author Bios:
Selah Janel: Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. Her appreciation for a good story was enhanced by a love of reading, the many talented storytellers that surrounded her, and a healthy curiosity for everything. Her e-books The Other Man and Holly and Ivy are published through Mocha Memoirs Press with more to come. Her work has also been included in The MacGuffin, The Realm Beyond, Stories for Children Magazine, the anthology The Big Bad: an Anthology of Evil from Dark Oak Press, and the upcoming anthology Thunder on the Battlefield from Seventh Star Press. Olde School, the first book in her new series The Kingdom City Chronicles is scheduled to release from Seventh Star Press later this year. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own. Catch up with Selah at the Following Places: Blog – http://www.selahjanel.wordpress.com Facebook Author Page – http://www.facebook.com/authorSJ Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/... Amazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/Selah-Janel/e/B... Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/SelahJanel
S.H. Roddey South Carolina native S.H. Roddey has been writing for fun since she was a child and still enjoys building worlds across the speculative fiction spectrum filled with mystery and intrigue.  She brings to the literary world a unique blend of humor, emotion, and wild ideas filled with dark themes and strong characters. In addition to writing she is also a voracious reader, wanna-be chef, and video game addict with two full-time jobs: administrative social media professional, and mom to two cats, a teenager, and a precocious toddler with an affinity for computer keyboards. For more information on Susan, her imagination, and the things she writes:
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The Goddess's Wishes by Lissette Manning! Sorry I am running a little behind today.

Title: The Goddess’s Wishes Author: Lissette E ManningSeries: The Child of Calamity Series (#1)Genre: Fantasy/Greek Mythology/Science-FictionPublisher: L. D. B. PressRelease Date: October 2 2013Edition/Formats It is Available: eBook & PrintBlurb/Synopsis:Her wish is their command.Artemis has a plan. Her eye has fallen on the throne of Olympus, and she’ll do anything to get it. She knows Zeus won’t give it up so easily, but she’s determined to dethrone him, none-the-less. Her father is known for his infamous romps amongst the mortals. Surely, there must be something she can use against him?When her attention is drawn to Callidora Spiros, she soon realizes that her father does indeed have secrets. Brazen and beautiful, the girl piques her interest in more ways than one, though Artemis isn’t quite sure as to how she’s truly tied to the gods. Intent on discovering what her father has kept hidden for so long, she’ll need as much help as she can get.Demanding and willful, Artemis has been known to achieve her every whim. With the bat of an eyelash, or a simple word, she’s wrapped many a man around her little finger. The gods, on the other hand, aren’t so easy to bring around. Never-the-less, she’s going to do everything possible to gain the upper hand. Mount Olympus will be hers, with or without the help of the other gods and goddesses.
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Lissette E. Manning is an author from Connecticut. She has been writing since she was six-years-old and spends most of her time trying to place her thoughts into order and giving life to the stories that are always brewing inside her head. She enjoys reading books, listening to music, playing the occasional video game, watching movies, and spending time with friends and family. She's also a bit of a computer geek. Her writing genres of choice are Science-Fiction/Fantasy, Romance, Paranormal, Short Stories, as well as Poetry. She's currently working on several projects due out sometime in the New Year, as well as finishing her NaNoWriMo project, The Corsicanth Princess.

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Amazon Author PageBlogFacebookG+GoodreadsPinterestTwitterWebsiteExcerpt Excerpt from Chapter #1Artemis materialized in the middle of her brother, Apollo’s, bedroom with a resounding pop. A smile of satisfaction spread across her lips as she watched him scramble out of bed in search of his clothes. A look of annoyance clouded the features of the demi-goddess lying on his bed, clutching the bed sheets tightly to her chest.Her silvery-yellow eyes narrowed as she stared at the demi-goddess, Dyina, and pointed to the adjacent door. “Get out!”“Damn it, Artemis!” Apollo growled as he tugged his chiton into place. “Can’t you knock?”Artemis grinned, and made her way toward the chaise lounge tucked into the left corner of the room. “Where’s the fun in that, brother?” she quipped, lowering her slender frame onto the settee.The demi-goddess rummaged about the room for her clothes, her blue eyes sending imaginary vicious daggers in Artemis’ direction. The goddess’s smile never faltered as she watched her brother and his current paramour move about the room. Apollo took a moment to show Dyina to the door, his shoulders taut with tension as he swung the door closed.“I’m assuming you’re here for a favor of some kind?” Apollo asked, running a hand through his thick blond curls.“Something like that.”He approached the table nearby, and poured himself a glass of red wine. He knocked back his drink in one gulp, and promptly poured himself another before taking a seat in the chair in front of the lounge she reclined on.“What now?”She bestowed him with a knowing gaze, her lips quivering with effort as she tried to hold back her excitement. “I want Mount Olympus, brother, and you’re going to help me get it.”He snorted with amusement, and downed the glass of wine. “A lofty goal, Sis, but that’s not likely.”Her smile disappeared, her eyes narrowing to half slits. “I expected more from you.”He summoned the pitcher of wine, and filled his glass once more. “Do you honestly think dear old Dad is going to give up the throne so easily?”“No, but that’s where you come in. He owes us. Besides, we’ve always been his favorites.”“Whether he owes us or not, Artemis, you’ll never get him to step down.”“Not yet, but I will. And when I do, Mount Olympus will be mine!”Apollo tossed his head back, and laughed heartily. “So you think. There’s a good many of us with an eye on Daddy’s throne. You’re not likely to get it, nor are any of us.”Her nostrils flared outward with anger as she stared at her twin brother. “You owe me.”“I’ll pay up. Eventually.”She sat up straight, staring deep into her brother’s eyes. “You’ll pay up now, brother dear. Zeus has been careless, and I intend to unmask him before the other gods and goddesses.”“How, pray tell?”A photograph materialized in thin air as she flicked her hand about. He deftly caught the glossy paper between his fingers, and examined it.
“Who is she?”

Shattered Skies Night Waves by Heather Linn!

Title: Shattered Skies: Night Waves
Author: Heather Linn
Series: Shattered Skies Saga (#2)
Genre: SciFi/Horror/Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 18 2013

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Catalina, or “Cat” as her friends and enemies both lovingly and mockingly call her, continues her quest to free the human race from their dark Vampiric overlords. Confused by love, driven by hate, Cat finds out that the lines of good and evil aren’t as black and white as they once were, but deep and foreboding shades of gray. Just as she has begun to make peace with all of the changes her life has went through, fate shakes things up again. Her closest allies aren’t what they seem, while those who were once enemies may uncover the salvation of human race.  This time will Cat land on her feet or fall to the will to those she thought she could trust. Will the lies that are uncovered turn her life inside out or will the truth be more then she can bear.  As Cat is torn from her reality can she keep from being consumed by the night waves?
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I am a mother to three beautiful children, they keep me busy. I live in a small town that’s filled with monsters and really nice people alike. I love taking walks around the mountain trails where I live and I love taking trips to the Ocean, especially the South Carolina beaches. The ocean brings me tranquility and refreshes me, but I don’t get to go there often enough. Some mornings I listen to nothing but sad country songs for hours but when I write, I usually buckle down with my headphones and listen to something raw and angry like  Seether,  and Stone Sour.     I can be shy around people but I’m mostly always honest within myself. In many ways, on many levels, I express different parts of myself through my characters. Someone told me once that you are only as old as you feel  and I love that! In fact, I love that idea because personally, have no intentions of ever growing up!  I want to be 18 forever no matter what they do to me. LOL!


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Excerpt       My stomach flip-flopped when Walker stopped moving. He sat the box on the desk, took the paper in his hands and started to unroll it. He was doing it ever so carefully and slowly, like he had done this ritual a thousand times before. I knew he wanted us to stop him; to tell him that we changed our minds and we didn't want to know the deep dark secrets the simple piece of paper held. Hell, maybe we should have stopped him. I was kind of hoping one of the two other people in the room with me would stop him but that didn't happen. When none of us spoke, Walker cleared his throat and prepared to read. It was so hard to keep quiet. I didn't want to know. I was holding my breath and didn't even realize it.
   
  “Cat, breathe! Darien whispered in my ear and when I didn't respond right away, Kira Grabbed my hand. Just her touch made me expel the oxygen that I was holding in. Darien gave her a warning look that told her not to touch me again.

       Kira looked right at him. “Fine, lover boy. Next time I will just let her pass out. Would that better than me touching her?” I was in trouble because their arguing wasn't even fazing me.

What Walker was doing had my full attention and their little tug of war was going to have to wait. It was like seeing a car wreck coming. You knew that you were looking at something that you really didn't want to see, but you still couldn't help staring. I sat there shaking. Darien calmed me as much as he could; using his thumb to draw sensual circles in my palm and it was helping. The fact that he knew enough to calm me made my heart flutter. I squeezed his hand as tightly as I could and sat and listened to the voice of the man that used to be my father, who was about to read something that might tell me if my fate was set in stone. I closed my eyes and listened as Walker read.

A Child will be born when the end is near
To pass from light to darkness, with nothing to fear
Her looks will be perfect, her eyes burn right
With the help of two others she will stand up and fight

To save the world, it will take three
Two with dark hearts and One worlds can see
Enemies to start with, next joined by fate
The three must be one before it’s too late

The child that is born brings a searing light
As she drops every enemy within her sight
One promises coolness, a calming retreat
The other, the heat her soul needs to compete

The light will come first, her own life to save
For the other two power, when tense times turn grave
A flaming Black rose will show them the way
Each dark petal marking another dark day

A war like this planet cannot comprehend
The loudest explosion, a horrific end
One must now perish, for two then to win
Destroy them the father and peace reigns again

Walker ended with a frown. He was still not happy with us for demanding the truth. No one said anything for what seemed an eternity. I couldn’t speak. I had forgotten how to.

       “Walker that could be about anyone and you know it.” Darien was talking but it seemed as if he spoke from a million miles away.

     “I think Walker is right,” said Kira. From what he told me about the tests that have been run on Cat and how she saved you three, I think he is right.” Kira's voice seemed to come from even farther away than Darien's had. They all had gotten up and moved and I hadn't even noticed it. Was I going to pass out?