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April 29, 2014
Cover Reveal: Light's Bane by Lucy Varna

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Synopsis
Daughter of the People Book#2
Daniella Nehring is a fierce warrior with a turbulent past. Born in the earliest days of World War II to unknown parents, she was raised by Rebecca Upton, one of the People’s most notable leaders. Dani has always had questions about her parents’ identities, information Rebecca refuses to reveal, leaving a gaping hole in Dani's own identity. Dani travels to New York on Rebecca's orders to search for the mysterious woman who stole a copy of the Prophecy of Light from the People. There, she teams up with Dave Winstead, an FBI agent working undercover with the People's most ancient and deadly enemy. Dave has a soft spot for the young warrior that divides his loyalties between her and the job he took in order to fulfill a promise he made a decade and a half before, a promise he's determined to keep, no matter what the cost. As Dani and Dave are drawn deeper into the hunt for the missing artifact, Dani's immortality is jeopardized, and with it, her ability to reclaim the Prophecy. When she learns the truth about her heritage, Dani is forced to choose between her heart and her duty, and must confront her past in a struggle that will change her life forever.Genre Paranormal Romance
Expected Publication Date June 13th 2014
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About the Author
Lucy Varna lives in Georgia, surrounded by her large, extended family. Lucy has been a reader for as long as she can remember. After devouring every suitable book in her house, she moved on to newspapers, encyclopedias, and telephone directories. In desperation for new reading material, she began crafting her own stories, and thus was a writer born. In addition to reading, writing, and studying dead people, Lucy enjoys knitting, music, and long drives through the countryside during autumn. Most of all, she likes to spend time with her family, particularly her teen-aged son, who is nearly as odd as she is. As the old family saying goes, "The nut don't fall too far from the tree." Poor kid.Connect with Lucy Varna!
April 28, 2014
Book Blast, Interview & Giveaway: The Shade by Matthew Tallman
The Shade Trilogy
Book 1
Matthew Tallman
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: March 9th 2014
ISBN: 9780991619207
Number of pages: 340
Word Count: 105,494 words
Cover Artist: Pixel Pixie Design
Amazon Paperback Amazon Kindle
Book Description:
James Langley's life is over. After an automobile accident leaves him comatose, James' body lies vulnerable in a hospital bed. However, his mind is lost, drifting between life and death, into The Shade.
Trapped in a world shrouded by the unknown, he meets Virgil, a mysterious stranger that informs him that his car wreck was no accident; that the man responsible has imprisoned them both, intent on keeping them there. Together they must race against time to get James back to his body in the real world before he becomes the next victim of a malevolent psychopath.
Enter the world of The Shade, where the boundaries of the human psyche are pushed to their limits and survival is not guaranteed. A place where death isn't the end, but only the beginning.
An intense wave of pain shot its way up my spine, telling me I needed to get up. The hard hospital tiles had broken my fall with the gentle care you would expect. Slowly I opened my eyes, getting my first look at the ceiling of the room I had been thrown into. My bloody fist clinched a hand full of tile fragments and crushed them into powder.
That didn’t go as expected.
My hands shook as they slowly lifted my body back to an upright position.
Once on my feet, I scanned the empty room quietly. There was nothing significant about it; the room looked just like the hundreds of others in the abandoned hospital. The paint on the walls was cracked and peeling from years of neglect, along with a floor covered in a thick layer of grime. However, I wasn’t scanning the room to look at the scenery; my eyes were looking for something far more—sinister. My legs quivered as they tried to keep me from doubling back over.
Then I felt a presence in the room with me.
It wasn't something tangible that I could see with my naked eye, but I knew that something was there. My breath remained slow and steady.
The fall must have been harder than I thought.
My hand rubbed the back of my head as I tried to get my bearings. Then it happened, coming out from the wall in front of me, the specter emerged.
It looked like a man in shape only. Truly, it was more like a cadaver that had been charred in an unholy fire. I gazed in horror at the creature, black as pitch. As I stared into the blackness that comprised it, the darkness seemed to swallow me up, almost like falling through space with nothing to grasp onto. Flesh from the specter's body was peeling away, matching the paint on the walls. Its eyes, if you could call them that, were as black and deep as the ocean depths. It moved closer to me, with a twisted look on its face that seemed to say. "You, you're screwed, and there's nothing you can do about it."
With my fists balled tightly, readying myself for an attack. I could feel the color draining from my clenched fists as the creature leapt at me, its arms opened wide, ready to take me to the ground. I instinctively ducked, letting my body slam against the hard tile floor, causing my assailant to vault over me. I rolled forward—creating more distance between the creature and myself—and then sprang back to my feet.
The specter landed softly, only a few feet behind me.
I spun around to face the creature.
It turned to face me, but before it had time to attack; my fist was already rocketing towards its face. The power encapsulated in my closed hand crushed itself against the creature's face and as the two forces made contact, a thunderous boom erupted in the room.
Take that you piece of—
The specter recovered quickly, and before I knew what was happening it had latched its arms around my waist and we were tumbling towards the ground. We slammed against the floor, rolling a few feet. When we stopped, my legs heaved upwards with all their strength, breaking the specter's grip on me, hurling it across the room.
The creature hit the floor as I quickly found my way upright. Using the confusion to my advantage, I ran for the door. I made my way through the door and immediately turned right, heading down the long hospital hallway. My breath was stuck in my chest, as if my lungs refused to work. My heart thumped quickly inside me as I ran. I felt the side of my body begin to burn as the pain the specter had inflicted became apparent. Halfway down the hallway, I found a room and ducked into it to avoid the specter. My hand met my mouth to stop myself from breathing too heavily. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest I thought that it would give me away.
From down the hallway, I could hear the specter moving closer towards me. My eyes shut tight as the sound of footsteps came closer towards me. Closer and closer the footsteps of the creature passed by the room. It breathed heavily as it searched the hallway for me.
My muscles tightened.
I could feel the creature as it passed by the room.
One, two, three.
I counted in my head and then took off down towards the opposite end of the hallway. I ran back down the hallway, leaving the specter behind me. I had only fooled the creature for a moment, because almost immediately after I emerged from the room the sound of heavy footsteps running towards me echoed down the hall. I would have looked back, but I knew what chased after me, I knew the unending horror of what a monster like the specter could do to a man. I tried with all my might, to will my legs to move faster, but with no success. The noise from the creature behind me grew closer, and closer. Each step that I took down the hallway the creature gained another few feet on me, I knew that within a few seconds it would be on top of me again.
So in a split-second decision, I stopped to make a stand.
Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
Being truthful I'd have to say no, I've always been an artist and writing was an expansion on that. When I was really young I wanted to go into paleontology, but what I went to school for was history—because i wanted to teach.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
After publishing my book, seeing it for the first time and handing it off to someone else. It's very fulfilling when you can show people what you've done and say you wrote something, after my book was published, that's when I first considered myself a writer.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
Because I self-published, it took as long as I dragged it out for. I looked for more 'traditional publishing' early on with my book and nothing ever stuck, but the one thing I didn't do was let it discourage me. After not getting picked up by a literary agent I made it my goal to get the book published on my own, it took a bit longer, but in the end it made me proud to know I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
I do have another job outside of writing. Currently I work for the United States Air Force as a Department of Defense (DoD) civilian employee. I work on Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio doing security work at one of the facilities there.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
The name of my latest book is The Shade, to summarize in 20 words will be a challenge but I'll give it a try: James Langley is trapped in The Shade, a world between life and death survival is not guaranteed.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
As I stated above I tried traditional publishing, but ended up self-publishing.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
The first book took me almost three years; this was because of the time I could commit to it. After the first book, I wrote the two sequels that go along with it, and while those are not one hundred percent complete, it only took about three months to get them to where they are now.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
Like I said in the question above I've written two other books to continue The Shade series. The two books are still being edited and currently do not have titles. They will be the same genre as The Shade, paranormal/urban fantasy. After finishing those books, I'd like to move on to mystery or detective type genre. I've always been fascinated with human nature and those types of books give me a lot of freedom to explore that.
What genre would you place your books into?
The Shade is a paranormal/urban fantasy book with some mystery.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
I've always liked paranormal things, most of the books I read are science fiction and at a young age I acquired an unhealthy obsession with zombies. Most of my favorite movies are supernatural in nature (Shaun of the dead, Underworld, Resident Evil) I've always liked the genre, mainly for the same reasons writers like Sci-fi, you can invent something entirely new.
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
I really enjoy writing many of the characters from my book; each one is sort of an extension of me so I like them all. If I had to pick a favorite however, I would go with Virgil. The first book began as ode to Dante Alighieri's The Inferno because I've always liked the idea presented in that book. Virgil was meant to be a guide for James but he is one of the most dynamic characters in the story. I don't want to give away anything but he is beyond important to the story as James grows throughout the three books.
How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?
I've been writing for about four or five years now. Nothing ever inspired me to write, but rather, I had a story that I wanted to share and the book took shape after that.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
I do, most of the time when I write I'm in my living room. I can't write without listening to music, it lets me focus on what I'm doing and acts as a white noise for me.
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
I went through about four titles before settling on The Shade. I wrote the first and then as time wore on it was clear I needed a title for it. It went through a lot of different stages but I'm happy with the one I chose.
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
It's sort of an odd thing, by that I mean, to manifest names out of thin air. I'm not exactly sure how I came up with James Langley and the other characters in my book, Virgil however, I had his name from the start. Virgil is Dante's guide through hell in The Inferno, I wanted to parallel that in the book so the name was fitting. The book is set in Eugene, Oregon. While I've never been to Eugene I've done extensive research on the city and what the climate, size, and layout are like.
Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?
The names are chosen before; it helps me to visualize the person better if I can put a name to a face. As far as places, Eugene is a real city; I also live close to a city around the same size. While not all cities are identical, it helped to use characteristics of one city to help visualize the other.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
Those things are decided before; mostly I give character traits to help tell the story. Most of the time the characters will have traits to propel the story along. That being said, each one of my characters has morphed form the first manuscript I wrote, adding and subtracting different things to balance the characters within the story.
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")
There are messages in my book, I don't want to beat the read over the head with them, as in, there's no agenda to this book other than to make you think. The message also aren't hidden, the story is about redemption, and the overarching theme of the trilogy is redemption. We've all done things that we regret and sometimes it takes outsiders to help us quell or fix those things we've done.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
I can't get away from a good old fashion paperback.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
My favorite book, that's a tough question. I'd say it's a tie if graphic novels count, I've always liked Orson Scoot Cards Enders Game, The exploration of human nature and the sci-fi elements makes me come back to it from time to time. The other is the Scott Pilgrim graphic novel series, the stories in that series resonate with my life and things I've done so from time to time I will reread the series.
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
Yes and no. Can it be done, yes. Has it been done, partially. The best movie adaptation of a book has to be form the graphic novel Watchmen. The movie is three and a half hours long and nails everything in the book. The writers for the movie used the comic as a storyboard and used all of the same dialogue. The problem with movies becoming books is that no one is going to sit in a theater for six hours to watch a movie. That and the fact that movie producers will want to change things because they believe they need to be original to keep people who have read the books interested, which sometimes is not the case.
Your favorite food is?
Pizza, I can't go wrong with a pizza while I'm writing.
Your favorite singer/group is?
I really enjoy the music of Thrice, but I also like, the silversun pickups and a perfect circle.
Your favorite color is?
Green.
Your favorite Author is?
I'd say Orson Scott Card, despite his reputation/beliefs, I believe he is a fantastic author.
I am currently a part time writer and full time government employee. Reading and writing books is one of my favorite hobbies as I enjoy every part of the story telling process. I have been working on three full-length novels for the last three years. I grew up all around the world because my father was in the United States Air Force, the past ten years I have lived just outside of Dayton, Ohio, which is where I now reside with my wife and stepson.
Cover Reveal: Crane, Legends Saga Book 1 by @Rourkewrites

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Title: Crane
Series: Legends Saga Book 1
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: NA paranormal
Audience: Older teens and up
Formats: eBook and print
Publisher: Anchor Group Publishing
Cover By: Najla Qamber Designs
Editor: There for You Editing
Expected Date of Publishing: May 26, 2014





The Gryphon Series is written by Stacey Rourke. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this series as well as other literary projects. The Gryphon Series is available wherever fine books are sold.




April 27, 2014
New Release!! Orenda by Ruth Silver
ORENDA by Ruth Silver
a Young Adult Fantasy Adventure series
published by Patchwork Press

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Excerpt: Lil stood firm, sword-in-hand, staring at the beast as it flew directly at her. “How do I kill it?” She raised the sword above her head with two hands. Hudson glanced at her. “With what we taught you. The dragon is no different than a man.” “It has wings and is flying at me. I’d say it’s different!”
New Release!! Dead Girl Walking by Ruth Silver
DEAD GIRL WALKING by Ruth Silver
a Young Adult Paranormal Adventure
published by Patchwork Press

About the Author: Ruth Silver is the best-selling author of ABERRANT, a young adult dystopian adventure series published by Patchwork Press and Lazy Day Publishing. Silver attended Northern Illinois University and graduated with a Bachelor's in Communication in the spring of 2005. While in college, she spent much of her free time writing with friends she met online and penning her first novel, Deuces are Wild, which she self-published in 2004. Her love of writing led her on an adventure in 2007 to Melbourne, Australia. Silver enjoys reading, photography, traveling and most of all writing. She loves dystopian, paranormal, and fantasy young adult stories. Ruth has been actively writing since she was a teenager. She currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois.
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April 25, 2014
Author Interview with Stephan Morsk, author of HE: A Sexual Odyssey
Today on the blog we have Stephan Morsk for an interview. Stephan is the author of HE: A Sexual Odyssey today’s book blast. We would like to thank Stephan for stopping by and sharing with us.
Stephan Morsk is a mental health professional who writes daily. He won a 7th and an 8th place in the Writer’s Digest competition 2001 out of a field of 19,000 writers. He has published a short story and won honorable mentions in other years. His web site morsklitmonthly.com offers a new short story each month. He is interested in novellas and recently submitted “Parrot Moon” to the Paris Literary Prize. He’s finished several other short books, part of a four part series including “HE”, “Trashy Novel-A Love Story”, “She” and “I”. He lives in rural Minnesota with his family. Favorite novelist, Normal Mailer. He enjoys exercise and is a reasonable amateur magician.
http://morsklitmonthly.blogspot.com/
http://www.morsklitmonthly.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Stephan-Morsk/e/B00C41SIM0/
Did you always wanted to be a writer?
If not what did you want to be? I have a career. I’m a mental health professional. But writing has always been in my blood. I was the editor of my college literary magazine. I loved watching authors on TV. I grew up in the sixties and was used to seeing Gore Vidal, Truman Capote, Norman Mailer (my favorite author) on talk shows. In those days authors had a presence and an aura, a laudable mystique. So, I’ve been writing daily for the past fifteen years or so. I’ve won a 7th and an 8th place in a Writer’s Digest competition out of a field of 19,000. I’ve published short stories and won honorable mentions in other years.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
When I won the Writer’s Digest competition places (7th, 8th). I knew I could really do this. But it wasn’t until I wrote “HE:A Sexual Odyssey” that I knew this book had to be read by people. I’d had the guts to enter the Paris Literary Prize and the Flannery O’Connor award.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
Once I made the decision it took less than six months.
Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?
As I mentioned I’m a mental health professional. I love that work, but would like to phase into writing as my full time occupation.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
“HE:A Sexual Odyssey”. Introverted guy seeks feminine salvation and finds a tsunami of gonzo karma, sexual humiliation, exploitation and near death experiences.
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
Self published with Infinity Publishing.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
I love writing short books because I love reading them. I’m an inordinately slow reader and cannot tolerate much dead space in a novel. “HE” is a novella. The three sequels are novels just over a hundred pages each. It takes several months to write them. But at least I’m not tied up for years in one project.
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
“HE” has three sequels finished: “Trashy Novel: A Love Story’, ‘SHE’, and ‘I’. In the latter obviously we get into the head of the protagonist. Since then I only write in the first person.
What genre would you place your books into?
I’ve made up my own genre term ‘mysteroticom’ consisting of mystery, comedy and erotica. No one else is doing it. At least not the way I do.
What made you decide to write that genre of book?
It evolved naturally from what I enjoyed writing about, what I thought interested others, and who I was as a writer. I must say I sort of eschew categories. To say something is erotica may be somewhat over defined. For example was Roth’s ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’ erotica? How about Mailer’s ‘American Dream’ where the protagonist throws his wife off a balcony then goes downstairs and has anal sex with the maid? Neither of them were labeled such. Even ‘Lolita’ is considered literature, not erotica per se. (By the way if you haven’t read these, please delight yourself and do so. Mailer’s ‘Tough Guys Don’t Dance’ is also pure genre heaven.)
Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?
The protagonist in “HE” is of course vaguely autobiographical. He’s entranced by the power women have over men, feels they’re his salvation, and lets himself become ensnared in their wily deviations. He also has shit for luck.
How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?
About fifteen years daily. As I said, writer’s have always held fascination and gravitas for me. Normal Mailer is the quintessential writer in that he is so multi-faceted. He went to Harvard, was an alcoholic, stabbed one of his wives and spent time in Bellevue. He also won two Pulitzers, ran for mayor of New York (lost) and made films. Quite a career! (You can see him box it out with W.F. Buckley on uTube or parry with Gore Vidal and Dick Cavette in Cavette’s video book ‘Talk Show’. I find stuff like that enthralling.)
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
Every morning I get up at 5:45, have some breakfast and go up to the computer room and write for an hour. Even on vacations I continue it. It’s in my marrow.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
Definitely. I love ‘em all.
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
Title first although rarely I’ve changed it mid way. “HE” started out as Crispisulcans which means serpentine in Latin. I’m glad I changed it.
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
My protagonist are ALWAYS nameless. I believe giving them a name is too limiting. For example would you feel the same way about a Raul or a Jeb? I think the main character should be somewhat of a blank screen on which the reader can project their own vision. Other characters I visualize from my life, TV, movies etc then add the requisite personality tracts. I love Eve who is reincarnated as Beatrice in ‘Trashy Novel: A Love Story.” She’s filthy hot, dangerous and totally upfront about loving the protagonists ‘nine incher’. All my protagonists have long penises as well. Smokes a mean joint.
Are character names and place names decided after their creation?
Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them? I visualize a character based on someone I know or have seen, then modify their qualities like choosing clothing in a fashion app. A brutality here, a sensitivity there, an enormous IQ on this side, you name it. It’s a blend and is fun etching it into one iron core amalgam.
Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?
As I go along. The characters fit into the overall thrust of the novel. For example, Misha, the ember hot nanny in “HE” is also a sado-masochistic bitch who sends him a letter with a pubic hair and rubbed with her pheromones. She hooks up with him in restaurant women’s rooms and makes him suck her toes. (Among other things.) And he goes along with it!
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")
Sometimes we’re victims of koala gray, gonzo fate, karmic vortexes that play us like marionettes in a tornado. Another theme is the power women have over men. “HE” looks to them for salvation, much to his punishment and, at times, gratification.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
Paperback. I’m still an old fashioned horticultural nightmare who likes to sacrifice trees for the thrill of holding pages in my hand, folding them over, scribbling and underlining in them. Nothing against e books (“HE” is in Nook, Kindle) but just like the tangible feel and sniff of inked paper.
What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?
Norman Mailer’s “American Dream”. Read it. It’s mellifluous, lushly descriptive, brilliant and has exquisite timing. Couldst one ask for more? (It’s also got anal sex, okay?)
Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?
Chandler. ‘The Long Goodbye’ with Elliot Gould. Of course if it wasn’t for Gould’s brilliance it wouldn’t have been what it is, even though the book is a megalithic icon. I also loved ‘Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas’ Hunter S. Thompson’s classic political psychedelia.
Your favorite food is?
Chex mix
Your favorite singer/group is?
I love Billy Joel’s “Vienna”. Listen to Elvis Costello’s “Watching the Detectives”. Deadmau has some sloozy sheet.
Your favorite color is?
mauve
Your favorite Author is?
AS I said, Mailer. Read him if you dare. Don’t miss Roth’s ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’. Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying.’ (I’m old.)
If you would like to find out more about this amazing author, check out the book blast below.
Book Blast: HE: A Sexual Odyssey by Stephan Morsk
Stephan Morsk
ASIN: B00E3GZPTI
ISBN: 0-7414-8224-X
Genre: erotica
Book Description:
In HE the unnamed protagonist, a law student, is involved with a series of women who either loathe him, try to poison him, save his life or exploit him sexually. The first is the nanny of his ex boss’ kid. She sends him a hateful letter, enclosing a pubic hair and rubbed with pheromones. After observing a woman in a coffee shop whose breasts are ‘freaks of nature’ she leaves a briefcase and departs. He’s unsuccessful in returning it to her, but this karmic event exposes him to a bevy of dangerous and seductive paramours.
Available at Buy Books on the Web and at Amazon
Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiZA1Ps10F8
Dear #######'
DO NOT BE ALARMED. I would never give away your cloying secrets. But don't kid yourself; I know who you are.
You see, I've seen you staring at me in the foyer when I come to take charge of Sisco on Saturday mornings. Your hazel eyeballs have given you away. Don't think I don't get IT. I've noticed how your eyes hover over me, darting around my body like a laser. Picked up on your malingering stare. (I caught you eyeing my butt one day when I left the bathroom door open to tease my hair. Mirrors do reflect in case you didn't know.) When you do acknowledge me (if you do at all), your retinas hover around my chest instead of making eye contact. OMG! Do you think I'm that much of a dumb blonde? Really...
So in deference to the fact that you will never, ever have me, I am sending you these tokens of esteemlessness. (1) Since you would no doubt like to run your gruff fingers through my saintly pubic hairs (not to mention your liar's tongue), I have sent you one (enclosed). And (2) since you'd love to use your sizable nose to sniff me in luscious places I have rubbed certain of my pheromones on special spots (UR, LL) so that you may inhale (which is as much as you can ever hope for) (just the thought of you turns my tummy icky) the essence of my sensuality. Enjoy...
Yours truly,
Misha T, the babe
P.S. I'm even hotter than your pathetic, perverted little mind could ever imagine.
Trust me.
Turning the envelope upside down, something fell out. Hesitant to exhale, lest it vanish, he pulled a small magnifying glass from his desk drawer and examined the specimen. There it was, a curly fury of blackness culled from the mine of her smoky mound.
Stephan Morsk is a mental health professional who writes daily. He won a 7th and an 8th place in the Writer’s Digest competition 2001 out of a field of 19,000 writers. He has published a short story and won honorable mentions in other years. His web site morsklitmonthly.com offers a new short story each month. He is interested in novellas and recently submitted “Parrot Moon” to the Paris Literary Prize. He’s finished several other short books, part of a four part series including “HE”, “Trashy Novel-A Love Story”, “She” and “I”. He lives in rural Minnesota with his family. Favorite novelist, Normal Mailer. He enjoys exercise and is a reasonable amateur magician.
http://morsklitmonthly.blogspot.com/
Book Blast & Giveaway: The Divine Series by RE Hargrave
Event Organized by ❤MaE Book Tours❤
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Synopsis
***Contains explicit sexual content (including multiple partners and gender pairings) and mature situations which could be trigger-inducing for some readers.***
Catherine O’Chancey is a reserved, demure, and graceful submissive. All traits she trained hard to enhance when she discovered the world of Dominance and submission in college. In an attempt to start fresh after the unexpected death of her last Dom, Catherine moves to Dallas, TX to escape the shroud of darkness he left behind in her life. She has tried to fight the need that resides deep within her to submit, but finally has to admit she can’t for it is not a choice, but part of who she truly is. After months of mental preparation, she ventures back into the lifestyle by attending a coveted open-night event at Dungeons and Dreams, an exclusive BDSM club.
Is it fate or coincidence that Catherine garners the attention of one of the club’s board members who happens to be on the hunt for the perfect sub – a partner who enjoys receiving pain and pleasure as much as he enjoys doling it out?
Jayden Masterson is many things: a firm Dom, a shrewd businessman, and a gentleman. What he isn’t, is someone who partakes in relationships outside of contractual ones with his multiple, un-collared, regular submissives. While he likes rough sex, he is not an animal, and can find pleasure only if it is consensual. What his harem is missing is a pain slut; could there be one in his future?
Upon meeting Catherine, Jayden feels an instantaneous spark inside him that has him wanting to know not just her body, but her mind. He wants to unravel her mysteries and discover her secrets. Through pain can they find the pleasure they seek? Can part-time pain lovers find full-time fulfillment when it’s not in their contract?
Genre Erotica/ BDSM
Publication Date January 20th 2013
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{Book #2}
Synopsis
***Contains explicit sexual content (including multiple partners and gender pairings) and mature situations which could be trigger-inducing for some readers.***
Over the past year of being Jayden Masterson’s collared submissive, Catherine O’Chancey has worked through the mental terrors left behind by her old Dom — or at least she thinks she has. To celebrate their collaring anniversary, Jayden organizes a special day, during which her final fantasies will be realized and her limits tested. Will it prove to be more than she can handle? Can she endure the erotic onslaught her mind and body will experience and survive unscathed?
While Catherine faces these dark shadows and pleasurable highs, Jayden will find his own inner strength being tested, too. He has come to realize that, somewhere along the way, Catherine has taken possession of his heart, mind, and body. Now, he faces his biggest challenge ever; he must let go of all his submissives but one: his jewel, Catherine. Can he leave his philandering ways behind? Has he made the ultimate mistake by putting his jewel into the hands of others? Will his gift to Catherine wind up costing him the one thing that has ever meant something real to him?
Jayden has helped Catherine heal from past wrongs and chase away the nightmares. In return, Catherine has shown him what it means to care for someone beyond mere sexual gratification. Their strengthening bond as Master and submissive has paved the way for deeper emotions — if they can find the courage to open up to each other.
Join Catherine and Jayden for an emotion packed weekend that could forever change the future of their relationship. This could be their best chance at love, but first both Dom and sub must gain control over the one thing they can’t put in a collar: their deepest doubts and fears. For this kind of healing, the necessary treatment must be mutually given. Is it too late to erase some old scars?
Genre Erotica/ BDSM
Publication Date August 5th 2013
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To Serve is Divine excerpt (18+):
For the next hour, Jayden shifted topics in the questioning. Sometimes his questions were in regards to Spencer, other times he asked about childhood memories. The whole time he monitored the bullet, watching her skin tone and breathing so he knew when it was getting to be too much or taking her too close to an orgasm.
Together they worked the first memory out of her. When she was done talking, her cheeks were tear soaked, and Jayden felt nauseous. Spencer had not been a Dom. He’d been an abuser, and Catherine had been nothing more than a worthless object to him. The time had come to welcome her back into the true meaning of the Lifestyle; Jayden could wait no longer.
The Dominant stood and freed the velvet box which contained the length of black pearls from his pocket. Attached near the clasp was a small charm engraved with a four-leaf clover for outer appearance while the back of the charm was etched with Jayden’s initials and a triskelion—the emblem of their Lifestyle.
“Catherine,” he said standing before her. “Will you allow me to collar you?”
There was nothing ritualistic about it, just straight to the point. Jayden wanted her; wanted to have a hand in her life full-time, even if they played just on the weekends. He was offering to be there when she was happy and when she was sick. Protection within the community would be provided by him. More than anything: he was stating that he wanted her.
Catherine met his gaze and smiled before she slipped from the chair to take a proper position on her knees for the occasion.
“Aye, Sir. To serve you will be divine,” she answered, and Jayden could tell her heart raced within her chest—much like his own.
He fastened the choker around her neck, allowing the pads of his fingertips to linger against her soft skin a moment longer than necessary, and then he kissed her lips.
“I’ve chosen black pearls for your collar because of all this particular treasure has to endure for its inner beauty to shine, and for its rarity. You are my pearl, my jewel, and you’re servitude will always be surreal.”
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A Divine Life excerpt (18+):
Catherine was locked into position: hands tied above her head, legs spread wide with knees bent, the mock cock buried deep in her ass. Her sex was stretched slightly open, and she could feel the edge of the table pressing just under the bottom of her ass, bound as she was to the edge of the table. The dildo was the one thing keeping her from slipping off. Catherine felt like a slut; she felt like a seductress, and she felt beautiful in her submission for her Master—even if he wasn’t there.
The camera came to life, surrounding her with its audible preservation of every emotion on her face, leaving no part of her hidden but her eyes.
Shawn returned to her side and flipped her skirt up so that, once again, Catherine was on full display. A cool breeze traipsed over her left nipple when he tugged the blouse down, catching it under her breast.
A single camera click chirped before a sharp, repetitive beeping broke into the serenity of the afternoon.
“Well, shit!” huffed Shawn. “Sorry, doll, my battery just died on the camera. I need to run back inside and grab my spare.”
“Um, Shawn, please don’t leave me out here alone. You’ve got enough pictures, right?” Catherine could feel her nerves rolling in her stomach, souring it. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want any more surprises; she just wanted to get the damn blindfold off!
“It won’t take but a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?” He patted her leg, and she whimpered. “Don’t go anywhere!” Shawn instructed, laughing at her expense; because really, where the fuck was she going to go?
“Shawn.” A door closed, and Catherine had to assume it was the door back into the building. “Shawn!”
Oh, you have got to be kidding me! He did not just leave me out here like this. I know he made sure everything was secure, but so help me; if I slip off this table, I’m going to kick his ass!
“Shawn?” She tried one more time. Nope, the fucker was gone. “Well, fuck me!” she growled to the trees.
A twig snapped behind Catherine.
“I think I just might do that,” came a low whisper.
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About the Author
R.E. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer. Married to her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children from elementary age to college age. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter and now, a writer. Other hobbies include gardening and a love of a music.
A native 'mutt,' Hargrave has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories on location in South Carolina and Texas, but it’s anybody's guess as to what the genre will be!
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April 23, 2014
Book Blast & Giveaway: Protostar by @BraxtonACosby
The Star-Crossed Saga
Book 1
Braxton A. Cosby
Genre: Young Adult/Sci-fi Romance
Publisher: Winter Goose Publishing
Date of Publication: April 16th, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-941058-01-5
ASIN: 1941058019
Number of pages:346
Word Count: 99k
Cover Artist: Winter Goose Publishing
Book Description:
On the brink of civil war, the Torrian Alliance continues with its mission to obliterate Star-children across the universe in order to suppress an intergalactic evil. Following the recommendations of his council, King Gregorio Derry reluctantly agrees to send his only son William on a mission to restore honor to his family name.
William seeks to complete his assignment, the elimination of a Star-child named Sydney on planet Earth, but when the assassination is delayed he begins to realize an emotional connection with his target.
With conspiracy threatening his home planet, and a hidden menace on Earth seeking to secure a vested interest, William finds himself torn between irrevocable duty and sacrificing everything he stands for to defend Sydney.
As William and Sydney struggle to overcome their impossible circumstances, they start to wonder if the connection of two Star-Crossed lovers will be enough to save them from certain doom.
Available at Amazon
PROLOGUE
Seventeen Years Ago . . .
Sarah stood atop the mountainside looking out into the sky. The expanse of rich darkness and scattered stars reminded her of home. She desired to return there someday, but knew that she couldn’t. Things had been set in motion. There was no way to turn back now, even if she tried.
Still, something within her body felt wrong.
Is this the right place, right time? she thought.
Maybe the details got skewed, blended together, lost amongst all the immaculate planning. Even they were known to be wrong sometimes. She hoped against all hope that they weren’t. But stars never lie. She gazed into the sky. Their configuration—constellation after constellation, linked like a chain, with the Star of David perched in the center—was picture perfect. This had to be it. All she had to do now . . . was wait.
And wait she did.
Hours passed as the moon slid by. Just as her mind began to fill with doubt, it finally happened. The ground underneath her shifted, rocking her from side to side, up and down, as the stars burned brightly. She braced herself, running down from the mountain the best she could. Her old bony legs wobbled, struggling to keep her upright as she negotiated the uneven layers of rock and grass. A loud crashing noise like the banging of cymbals lit her ears on fire as the sky parted, sending a tiny bright shard screaming across the black canvas, growing larger as it drew near.
Her eyes snapped to the road—the projected point of impact. But one detail had been missed.
Unaccounted for.
Someone else was there.
A vehicle sped down the dusty road, on a straight collision course with the object, which continued to grow larger and larger as time ticked on. Sarah waved her hands as wildly as she could screaming, “Hey, you have to stop!”
But her screams went unnoticed. She gasped as the object crashed to the earth, tearing the car into pieces. She squinted, filtering the heat from the explosion as she moved in closer to examine the wreckage.
A gaping hole where the roof used to be greeted her, revealing the charred remains of the female passenger. She scanned the rest of the vehicle for survivors, finding only the shell of the driver white-knuckled to the steering wheel.
Her heart dropped.
The muffled sound of a baby crying tickled her ears, urging her to examine the object in the passenger seat more closely. It resembled a meteor, covered in craters and black ash that sent her into a coughing panic. A small crack in the outer shell provided just enough space for her to look inside. Reaching out for the door handle, she grabbed it with both hands—wrinkled fingers trembling as she ripped the car door free—tossing it by the wayside. With a sigh of relief, she peeled back the shell. Black smoke stung her eyes as her hands burned from the heat. But Sarah ignored them both, pressing forward with her mission. Nothing would stop her now. With wet eyes she smiled, finally finding what she was so desperately looking for—a baby girl.
Braxton A. Cosby is a dreamer with a passion for inspiring others to love, in spite of circumstance and convenience.
His calling to pen a young-adult series that is smart, witty, and thought provoking, has challenged readers to answer the question: What would you choose, love or irrevocable duty?
Braxton lives in Atlanta, GA, where he co-hosts a local radio show on WAOK which is a mash-up of current events and health and wellness. He also has a blog where he discusses everything from health and entertainment to spirituality and relationships.
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Book Blast & Giveaway: DEMONIC PERSUASION by Mahalia Levey
DEMONIC PERSUASION
Prophesies Implied, #1
Print Length: 253 pages
Publisher: Mahalia Levey
Publication Date: March 22, 2014
ASIN: B00J6S995O
Born of a Navajo healer and a high-level prince of Hell, Fatal is forced to return to her mother’s tribe to study their healing arts, away from demon hands. But, with her tutelage comes cruel segregation and disrespect. When her life suddenly comes under demon attack, she’s cast away from the only home she knows. Exiled, Fatal sets out armed with her knowledge and fighting skills to annihilate any threat against her.
Oracle by birth, Prince Orobus rules as his Liege commands, until intel comes his way providing him with images of his mate’s participation at a seedy club, well known for it’s sexual domination fight pit. Incensed, he’s thrust in the fight of his life—to claim his woman. Come Hell or high water, he will take care of what is rightfully his, even if it means making her face both sides of her heritage and teaching her there is no shame.
Tag Words: Native American Romance/ Paranormal/Demonic/Erotic/Light Bondage/ Dark Punishment by whip/Anal Sex/Voyeurism
With a sense of ease, Fatal ambled down the darkened streets, gaining blatant glances as well as a few admiring stares.
“Hey sexy.” An unkempt male with brown crooked teeth and greasy hair grabbed his crotch and wiggled his tongue at her as she passed.
A shudder went through her as she steered clear of him. Once she’d hit puberty, the males she grew up with treated her different. In privacy, they’d single her out, pretending to want a friendship, only to say they fucked the freak, as if she couldn’t hear their hurtful words. The females her age acted far crueler than their counterparts. Bad omens had few friends, no dates or boyfriends. People in her hometown hadn’t hesitated to ask her for advice or to chant with them when it suited their needs. She lived in solitude, with the exception of occasional visits from her grandfather, Sani, and Taima, her mentor. Pushing her musings aside, she moved through an alleyway that broke off to the next major street.
The darkness encroached without as much as a whisper of sound. No telltale wind blowing discarded trash along the road, horns honking, or the zoom of cars passing by. Silence surrounded her, unsettling in such a night-busy town. She turned to head south when the flash of bright red color caught her eye. Intrigued, she meandered down a side street, arriving at a demonic-looking, gargoyle-protected granite structure. An eerie crimson-red sign hung above thick vault doors with the words “Demonic Persuasion” in black paint. She’d heard of the club. It catered to just about anyone’s needs.
Fatal stepped into the female line. An eon later, she reached the entrance of the club, flashing a smile at the doorman. When he didn’t move or speak, she shifted on her heels and pursed her lips.
“The fee’s ten bucks.”
Fatal dug in her boot, her gaze straying to the bunched biceps peaking out of his black T-shirt then roving over his cut physique. Her mouth watered, and her girly parts tingled. She played off his affect on her. Slapping the cash into his hand, she smiled. “Happy now?”
“I’ll be when you check your weapons, if it's even possible for you to have anything hidden underneath that getup.” His gaze swept over her black corset and micro-miniskirt, lingering a little too long on where she'd cinched up her cleavage.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what one can hide against near-naked skin. My name’s Ackchetta, most call me Fatal.” Smirking, she hiked up her skirt. Buried between her thighs were two small blades. Thin metal stars she'd concealed on her hipbones slid into her palms without effort. Annoyed, she dropped them in his outstretched hand. “There you go. I want them returned, though.”
“The one behind your back, too, sweet stuff.”
What, did he have X-ray vision? His droll expression did nothing to alleviate the naked discomfort without her weaponry. “Aren't you going to be polite and tell me your name?”
“No.”
When he spun her around and tapped the slender weapon, her hackles rose.
“No one said you could touch.” Letting out a growl, she removed the extra-slim blade hidden under her corset top.
“My club, my rules. No fighting, no weapons, and no magic—if you know any.”
“I think I can behave myself for a few hours.”
He sent a dazzling smile her way then turned to a young woman. Dropping her weapons into an outstretched hand, he whispered into the sleek brunette woman’s ear.
Fatal narrowed her eyes. “It’s rude to whisper.”
“Follow Marzena. She’ll take you to the weaponry hold and issue you a ticket.”
“I still didn’t catch your name.”
“I know.”
Rude and hot. About to turn away, her breath hitched when the shimmering tattoos sprang to life on his skin. From head-to-toe, he stole her breath. Long black hair touched his shoulders. When he smiled, his blue eyes sparkled. Thick muscles bunched with every movement. Long legs and muscular thighs encased in black trousers brought a silent moan of want to her lips. She’d never ached like this. She stole a look at his goatee, wondering how it’d feel scraping across her face, his breath on her mouth before he kissed her with the same intensity he stared at her with. She’d sell her soul to have those lips on hers, to touch his once-broken, too-many-times-healed, nose.
While they were walking, Fatal glanced over her shoulder to continue drinking in the handsome man.
Marzena stopped at the station for weapons, secured them, and wrote out a ticket.
“Here.” She handed the paper to Fatal. “When you’re done eye-fucking my boss, I’ll show you around the club.”
Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she’d be one of them. Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.
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