Showing posts with label Breathless Press. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breathless Press. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 March 2014

***REVIEW*** As Dreams Are Made On by Faberge Nostromo

As Dreams Are Made On by +Faberge Nostromo 
A stricken starship, a captain lost in space; a beautiful alien girl, marooned and adrift in time; the perfect robotic servant. Can he help them come together and find the space and time for love? Her starship, Prospero, out of control and hurtling toward an uncharted world, Captain Jane Ferdinand takes to the escape pods. Finding herself alone on an island, the last thing she expects to find is love.
Miranda, marooned since a baby with only her father, Jacques-Pierre, and their ultra-adaptable android servant, R.E.L, spends her time exploring her father's books and dreaming of love. And on a night when a mysterious shooting star flashes across the horizon, she finally makes full use of R.E.L.'s adaptability to explore her emerging desires—desires that, with gentle guidance from Captain Ferdinand, help her discover her awakening sexuality.
But can her dreams and their love survive when R.E.L.'s gender adaptability threatens to come between them and Captain Ferdinand uncovers the secret that her father has kept from Miranda for twenty years?


I remember Faberge's first book coming out (His Secret Dancer), and I really loved it. So when I heard he had a second book coming out, I was listening very closely for a release date :) 

As Dreams Are Made On is a short book and it didn't take me long to read it. I really enjoyed it, the story of 2 people stranded, coming together (pardon the pun :p), and falling in love.

Miranda and her father have been stranded alone on an island for many years, in fact as long as Miranda can remember. But when a stranger appears,  Miranda finds things aren't as they seem.
I liked the connection between Miranda and Captain Jane. Jane had been longing for intimacy with another female, and Miranda really wanted intimacy with anyone, as she had never met anyone but her father before. The scene with R.E.L and Miranda is totally something right for a sci-fi story, so very well done with that Mr Nostromo!

The story was nice, sweet. The sex was hot, and the characters were very likable. 

**** 4 stars

Sunday, 23 February 2014

Come and find out about Her Favourite Vice, Holden Granger's new novel

Kelly Thomas has worked hard to make detective and be taken seriously as a cop. Now she’s been given her first major case on the Vice Squad, and it’s the kind that can make a career. Going undercover to pose as a high-end escort is going to push her to the limits of her comfort zone. The fact that her new partner, veteran detective Ryan Mackie, tempts her in very unprofessional ways doesn’t make things any easier. Can she keep her cool even as the case heats up?

AUTHOR INTERVIEW
 
Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m Holden Granger, a writer with a lifetime of experience, but only a few years experience of writing anything that the public would want to read. I’ve been a banker, a private investigator, a video producer and political campaign manager.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
I’m always intrigued with stories about people who have to pretend to be someone else. Spies, undercover cops and writers of erotica all have to get into a role. I thought there was a fun story in to be written from that.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
In this case, the core idea for the plot came first, then I asked what kind of people would be interesting to see live through it. The heroine and hero just kind of grew into it.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
I always hope for surprises as I write, that’s how I know I’m onto a good story. In this case, a character I had thought would play a very minor role became a much bigger part of the story than what I had planned, and I think she adds a lot to the story.

Where do you like to write?
I have an antique desk in my bedroom where I write. It’s the perfect size, and I can hide out without distraction.

Do you read a lot?
I don’t read as much as I’d like, and I read mostly nonfiction right now. I wish I had more time for it. My Kindle has been a huge help. I can take it anywhere and read a few pages whenever I’m stuck waiting for someone or something.

Who are some of your favourite authors?
Last summer I read Jules Verne for the first time as an adult, and really enjoyed it. I also enjoy Mario Puzo, Neil Gaiman and Anne Rice.

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
The hardest thing for me has been to just sit down and do it. We’ve all heard the same thing of lot of writers out there, but it is true. The best writers have made it habit to sit down and write every day. What has helped me enormously is working on a couple of stories at once. When I feel blocked on one, I work on the other.

EXCERPT
Ryan reached out and pulled her in slowly. Kelly looked down in a flirty display of mock shyness. Ryan gripped her chin and tilted her face upwards toward his. She was momentarily distracted by the how the gentleness of his grip contrasted with the hands that looked so hard and rough. All other thought vanished as he leaned down. Kelly's mind had time register that they were about to kiss when his lips touched hers.
It was for the benefit of the camera. This was her police partner, but the kiss chased the reservations away. His lips were soft but demanding, and his hands drifted to her hips, pulling her against him. She felt his mouth open and hers followed. She wondered for a moment what tongues were supposed to do in a fake kiss. He answered the question as he tasted her. This wasn't a fake kiss. His tongue teased her and she melted into him.
He pulled away. She moaned a little in disappointment and was shocked to realize it wasn't all an act.
"I've waited a long time for this. I've got to have you," Ryan said, reaching for the bottom of her dress. Kelly went stiff, but Ryan felt her tension and gave her a wink.
Kelly relaxed and grinned back. This was a show, but they could have fun with it.
"Aren't you impatient," Kelly said with a scolding laugh "Is this how you treat a lady?" She made sure her back was to the camera as she moved closer to the side of the bed.
"I'm not waiting another minute," Ryan said and reached again for the hem of her dress.
This time she let him have it and obediently raised her arms. Ryan lifted the dress over her head. He paused, studying her a little too long for her comfort. In a silk lace bra that in stronger light would be nearly transparent and a tiny thong that barely covered her sex, Kelly struggled not to be self-conscious. She'd never expected to have to reveal this much in a sting operation.
 
 AUTHOR BIO
 
Holden Granger brings a wide variety of life experiences to his writing. He has worked as a political campaign manager, private investigator, and financial industry entrepreneur. Holden has also traveled extensively in the United States, Europe, and Asia in search of cultural perspectives on love, sex, and relationships. He has published other works with Breathless Press including Amateur Night and The Strength to Submit. Fans can contact him at grangerholden@yahoo.com.

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Come and meet Allison Merritt and her novel Wildwood Spring :D

No one goes to Wildwood Manor, a hulking stone house on a hill outside town. Legend has it crazy old man Wildwood owes his life to the magical water of the spring at the back of the property. Celia Landry needs that water to save her mother, and she’ll brave anything to get it.

Turner Wildwood, the son of the house’s eccentric builder, is growing as reclusive as his father. When Celia turns up at his door, he’s drawn by her beauty and bravery. Wary of strangers, he doesn’t reveal his identity, but agrees to her request. When she returns to Wildwood in wake of personal tragedy, he's waiting there with a stunning change in his heart. He knows he should tell her the truth, but he doesn't want to ruin their budding friendship.

Celia's curiosity leads her to part of the frightening answers hidden behind Wildwood's doors, but her own troubled past may lead Turner into danger neither of them suspected.

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AUTHOR  INTERVIEW

Please tell us a little about yourself
I’m from Southwest Missouri where I live with my husband and a very spoiled Japanese chin named PeeWee. In my down time, my favorite activities are hiking, reading, watching movies, and poking around the internet to find the weirdest stuff available. I write historical, paranormal, and steampunk romances.

How did you come up with the idea for your book?
For our honeymoon, my husband and I went to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We've made it a habit to go down at least once a year. It's kind of a magical place, very old, so it has an otherworldly feeling about it because it's home to the one of the largest collections of Victorian homes in America. It's settled in the Ozark Mountains on top of steep hills and deep valleys. There are a lot of springs, hence the name, and people in the 19th century believed the water had healing properties. I thought it would be interesting to write a novel set to that theme.

When did the characters first pop into your head?
I started writing Wildwood Spring in July 2013. I wanted to do something that was a little like Beauty and the Beast, with the heroine who's kind of odd compared to the others she knows and a hero who wasn't the kind of person who would be socially acceptable, even if he was privileged. Celia, the heroine, is named for my great-great grandmother on my mom's side. Turner, the hero, is actually the married surname of my great-great grandmother on my mom's side. I love incorporating a little personal history with my characters.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way?
I'm a total pantser. I might have a good idea of how the novel ends, but I let the characters guide me, so every time I sit down to write is an adventure. Most of the time I'm like, yeah, that's good, you characters are really smart. Most of the time.

Where do you like to write?
I have a chair in our living room where I do most of my writing, but I also like to do it in bed because there's no TV in there and fewer distractions. Writing at libraries is good too because I can sit at a table or a cubicle and I pretty much have tunnel vision for the word document.

Do you read a lot?
A lot is probably an understatement. I work in a library and there's always another book to read. I've either always got my computer with Kindle going or a book in hand and I take books everywhere.

Who are some of your favourite authors?
I love Linda Lael Miller, Karen Witemeyer, Louis L'Amour, Leigh Greenwood, and Alex Flinn. They're all so good!

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
I read a NaNoWriMo pep talk by Kate DiCamillo that talked about the nay sayers and people who try to stomp on your dreams. She said these people are as important to your writing as everyone who loves it. I agree with her 100%. For everyone who ever had a bad thing to say about my writing or ignored it, I have to admit, those people made me stronger and more determined to succeed. So embrace the bad and the good and become better. You can see the pin on my Pinterest board of Kate's words here: http://www.pinterest.com/pin/160229699213908934/

EXCERPT

"Would you like to dance?" Mischief sparkled in his blue eyes. "This is one of my favorite songs. Despite my almost solitary upbringing, dance was part of my education."
She felt heat scorch her cheeks. "Not part of mine, I'm afraid."
"I'll teach you." He faced her, putting one hand on her waist and taking her hand in his. "Do the opposite of what I do. I'll count."
He counted in fours, moving in time with the music. Celia stumbled, but after a few moments, she caught on. Turner led her around the room as they spun in circles. She laughed, forgetting her worries. It wasn't a ball and they were both in their nightclothes, but it was as elegant a dance as she could hope for.
Turner grinned as he pulled her a little closer. Their bodies came together, fitting perfectly. He dropped her hand, wrapping both arms around her waist. They stopped moving, standing in the shadow of the mastodon. Dark blond hair fell over his forehead, but it didn't hide the desire on his face.
"Turner?"
"Yes, Celia."
Her name was a delicate breath of air, and he clung to her as though afraid she was a dream. She was too wide awake to believe that. Her senses seemed sharper than ever. He smelled of the lemony soap Mrs. Southard used for washing the sheets and the coffee he'd had at supper. Even in the muted firelight, she saw him clearly, his golden hair bright as sunbeams, his blue eyes the color of the sky after a storm.
She'd never been a romantic, knowing all too well she'd either be a spinster or a housewife too busy with chores and children to consider stolen kisses. She'd never imagined a man would want to show her stars, or dance with her around the skeleton of an ancient beast. These were moments she could cherish forever, think of when her world came back into focus.
It all had to end.
He lifted his hand to her face, pushing a strand of hair over her ear. "You look upset."
"I'm grateful." She forced the words out. "It's not every day I get escorted around a ballroom."
"You mean it might never happen again." He looked somber. "You'll return to the kind of life you led before we met. One where you're often hungry, alone, and overworked."
She glanced away, hating the truth of his words. "It isn't that bad."
"Somehow I don't believe you."
He wouldn't, not after the way she'd reacted to everything he'd shown her in his life. They were from different places and he could never understand how she'd lived before. She couldn't explain it without risking his pity.
"You could always stay. I'll find something for you to do in the manor. Official book reader. In the evenings you could recount all my favorites and the new ones I don't have time for."
His breath stirred the hair near her ear, tickling her skin.
"I think I prefer the title of cookie sampler. Who wouldn't want to sit in Finny's kitchen all day tasting the items he draws out of the oven." She pressed her cheek against his velvet lapel and closed her eyes. "You should have taken me back to town when you found me at the spring."
"I couldn't do that." There was the slightest hitch in his voice, as though the idea caused him pain.
"I'll be ruined for life outside of Wildwood."
"Good. Then you'll have to come back."

AUTHOR BIO
A love of reading turned Allison Merritt into an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She graduated college with a B.A. in mass communications that's gathering dust since it was determined that she's better at writing fluff than hard news.
She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she's not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

 
 
 

Friday, 21 February 2014

Meet Torie James and find out what she lives next to!!!!

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose love...
A silent guardian, Alexander has walked the corridors of time in pursuit of an end to a haunting prophecy. Sabrina has lived a life surrounded by modern magic, unaware that the greatest and deadliest of powers reside within her own soul. If it only takes the light of love to ignite the stars, what of the decadent seduction of darkness? All roads don’t lead home and some myths only grow into legend.

AUTHOR INTERVIEW

1. Please tell us a little about yourself. I love chocolate more than any one person should, I still get choked up watching old black and whites on the A & E channel and I firmly, with all of my heart believe in Narnia, Hogwarts, Wonderland, Neverland and the TARDIS.

2. How did you come up with the idea for your book? Completely by accident. The book I began to write was not the one I ended up with! I had ideas about master vampires and potty mouthed, chocolate loving women with absolutely NO Arthurian overtones. It had merit, THAT book. But then one night, I fell asleep after watching Highlander and Harry Potter. I was in a foggy forest and suddenly there it was! An anicent boulder, covered in cobwebs, sitting in a shaft of radiant sunlight. Sticking out of it was the fabled sword known as Excalibur. It was my dream, and as we all know, dreams don’t need to make sense. That’s what reality is for. I marched right up and pulled that bad boy free. Then it shimmered and burst into glittery dust, disappearing from my grip. That’s when Merlyn appeared. Not the knock kneed, stick thin, old sorcerer of myth. My Merlyn looked more like Adrian Paul (I was watching Highland, remember!). He spoke and what he said threw me for a loop. And here we are...

3. When did the characters first pop into your head? Alexander and Sabrina both came to life a good month before I actually sat down and got to work. Sabrina was easy to flesh out, she’s me, just a bit more restrained. And that’s saying something since she’s a bit odd! 
 
4. Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? Surprises the whole way! The conversations I was having in my head among my characters was like to land me in a lovely padded room with my own huggy jacket!

5. Where do you like to write? In bed. My window faces the street and I literally live next door to Disneyland. I can see Sleeping Beauty’s castle from the bed and have my own personal fireworks show every night. 
 
6. Do you read a lot? *twitches* Why? What have you heard? I can quit anytime I want!7. Who are some of your favourite authors? Anne Rice, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Stephen King, Charlaine Harris, Maggie Shayne, Johann Lindsey and Phillipa Gregory.

8. And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there? If you’re in this gig to make money and be famous, get out. Now. Spare yourself that pain of ego crushing. If you’re writing because it’s as vital to you as breathing, because you have worlds to share and because you want to leave behind a far better legacy than money ever could, hop aboard. This isn’t a field for the faint hearted. Be strong, be brave and never let anyone tell you you won’t succeed. When they say that, you tell them, “watch me“.

Thank you so much for having me here today! It was a lovely honor! Much love, magic and success!

Thanks for being here! And WOW about living next door to Disneyland!!!!!!!!!!

EXCERPT
"Did you do that?"
"Do what? Screw up a perfectly good cake? Yes, yes I did."
He moved to her side. "No. I mean, did you make the fire go out?"
"What? I don't know. No. Yes. Maybe. Why?" She slid her eyes up to his and he was taken aback by the venom in that gaze.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You want the whole list or just the Cliff Notes?" She frowned back down at the pan and snorted in disgust at the blackened lump and shook her head. "Sorry about your oven. And pan. Cooking was never a strong point." She evaded answering his question.
"Then why did you start it?" He watched her agitated actions as she tried to dump out the "cake", shoving it down the garbage disposal with a wooden spoon. She was upset about something but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what.
"My Huntress, what's wrong?"
"Stop that! Just stop that!" She threw the switch on the disposal, keeping her face from him.
"Stop what?" He was genuinely confused.
"That whole "my huntress" bit. I'm not yours." Killing the switch, she mindlessly cleaned up her mess, stepping around him, still not making eye contact then she switched topics. "What are you doing home already anyway? Thought you'd be out for hours or whatever. You know, hunting." The way she curled her lip on the last word wasn't lost on him.
"Sabrina, it's necessary I make sure there are no more loose rogues running through the city, I told you that. The last thing we need is an army sneaking up on us. We need to fo—"
"Focus. Yep. I know." She made to go around him again as she grabbed at some dusty measuring cups, but he snaked out a hand and pulled her closer.
"What is wrong with you? And don't bother ly—"
She cut him off curtly. "Lying? Because you'll know? Does that line work on all women or do you just save it for me?" Her angry, bright eyes met his again, her tone derisive as she forged on, not letting him answer. "Fine, want to know what's wrong? You. You're what's wrong. You come blowing into my life looking like yummy wrapped up in delish, turn me into a vampire...excuse me...a guardian...my bad. Then you make me live in this freaking palace with you. One minute you're either chastising me or you're turning me on, and then pushing me away. And all the while, feeding me some mythical crap story about how I'm your dead wife and then leave me here, alone, while you go off and fang fuck God knows how many women and I have to..."
Alex was close to losing it, half torn between laughing at her obvious jealousy and growling with displeasure at how she wasn't seeing the larger picture at all. He yanked her even closer.
Again, bad idea.
Her unfettered, sweetly rounded breasts crushed against his hard chest, causing her to squeak and him to moan, whispering low. "Are you truly being obtuse or do you just enjoy torturing me?"
"Torture you? Torture You? What about me? I go my whole damn life wondering when or if, I'll ever know what it feels like to desire anything other than work and there you are. But you can't stand touching me. I'm repulsive."
He wanted to shake her, throttle some sense into the stubborn package that was Sabrina. "So, the concerns of a thousand years mean nothing to you? Or the fact that I'm trying desperately to figure out how we keep the past from repeating itself and all you're concerned with is having sex?"
"Oh, way to trivialize my feelings. Thanks."
"They are trivial compared to everything else, yes. You think I'm not touching you because I find you revolting?" He pushed her back against the counter, a devil on his shoulder as he slowly ground his hips into her, letting her feel the steely bulge of his erection. "Does that feel like I'm disgusted by you?"
"Then why? Why won't you...?" She bit off her own low growl, shoulders slumping in defeat even as her arms slid around his waist unconsciously, keeping them together. "Why won't you make love to me?"
"Did you ever think for a moment in your lovely, outraged sense of dramatics that perhaps I don't want to do anything that will harm you more than help?" He couldn't be this close to her without his heart hitching painfully, his instincts keening as the sleeping beast struggled to take over. The fact remained it was becoming harder and harder to resist her, to resist the passion that was clearly there between them. It was much stronger this time around. Much.
"Alex." Her voice was husky, sincere. "I read your other journal. I know you think that making love will somehow make me more vulnerable. That you felt you had diminished Vivianne's power somehow. But, I don't think that's it at all."
"You read that?" A low growl rumbled deep in his chest. "Break into my things, did you?"
"Recon work. That's my story." She snaked a hand up his back to curl around his neck. "Alex. You didn't do anything wrong. Neither did Vivianne. Why do you think it made her vulnerable?"
He set his face mulishly. "Merlyn once said that her power lay in her purity. She died the day after I made her mine." His haunted tone was thick. "Merlyn also said he thought she was invulnerable to mortal weapons and yet Mordred ran her through and pierced her heart. Tell me how that was not my fault? I'm not willing to risk you like that. Do you understand me? I won't sit by and watch you die. Not again."
He lowered his head even as he spoke, unable to stop the scorching, needy kiss that had her clutching at his back and him lifting her slightly onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, body arching under the contact. He was going up in flames, and knew she was melting into a puddle of need and arousal, he felt it for one hot moment.

AUTHOR BIO
"If you really want to read a book that hasn't been written yet, then you must write it" –Toni Morrison

Torie James has loved reading since she was old enough to hold a book in her lap. While her friends were out playing, she was generally curled up nearby, falling down rabbit holes, catching second stars to the right, and stepping through wardrobes into mysterious lands and countless adventures. When those stories ended, she made up her own and kept going. This later on translated into a strong passion for writing that has helped her keep her feet on the ground while her head stayed firmly in the clouds. Lover of Dr. Pepper, all things chocolate, and Duran Duran, her dreams finally became a reality recently, starting with the publication of co-authored poetry book titled Whispers in the Dark along with two contemporaries and friends, Ashley Nemer and Stacy Moran.
Timeless Night is her debut novel but she hopes to have many more forays into New Camelot where not everything remains myth.
Torie lives in Southern California with her family and a houseful of pets who rule the roost.


 

Sunday, 16 February 2014

A Taste for Killing? HK Sterling sure has ;)

I have another guest :) Today HK Sterling is here to talk about A Taste for Killing (a book, not an actual taste for killing lol).

Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.

Please tell us a little about yourself.
I write under two pen names,one for younger adult books and the other for the more steamier adult books. H.K. Sterling is my pen name for these books and my current book, "A Taste For Killing which is a mystery/thriller. A short bio would be:
H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with a kick and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery Thriller out: A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody Valentine. H.K is currently working on a sequel to A Taste For Killing and a Science Fiction book of short twists.
You can contact H.K. on the following social media:
Twitter: @HKSterling
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/HK-Sterling/426989014069244?ref=hl
Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com
HK Sterling "Undercover Blog": http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

How did you come up with the idea for your book? 
I wanted to write a mystery/suspense book that also had romantic elements in it. My husband works in the construction industry so I decided to make that the main setting and it all just came together from there.

When did the characters first pop into your head? 
The main character, Carolyn Woods is a detective and she came from a lot of my own experience when it comes to insecurities LOL; Especially when it comes to dealing with men. Her strength at detective work though came straight from my head.

Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? 
 I am both a plotter and a pantser so I had the general plot and ideas but then threw things in along the way. When you are writing that happens a lot. Characters and stories take on a life of their own and sometimes you are just along for the ride!

Where do you like to write? 
I have an office/library with a built in desk and floor to ceiling bookshelves. When my husband and I bought a house it was with the requirement that there would be a room he could make for me like this. It also has a wood stove. Its the ideal place to write. I could actually stay in here for days.

Do you read a lot? 
Yes. I started young and read everything I could get my hands on. That has informed my life in many beneficial ways. I give credit to some great authors for helping to shape my mind.

Who are some of your favourite authors? 
Harlan Ellison, Philip K. Dick, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Jorge Borges, Arthur Rimbaud, Pablo Neruda, e.e. Cummings.

And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there?
Learn the ins and outs of writing; there actually are things you should and shouldn't do. Then write, write, write, without censoring. Then when you finally edit, stay ruthless.

Excerpt
He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory. Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.
He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came with boots. Steel toed.
Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.
"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them yourself!" yelled someone.
Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."
An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting something?"
"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.
On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.
"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not here. It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"
"Parents."
"Girlfriend," he answered back.
We stared at each other. Complications.
The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."
I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.
The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."
"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."
I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.
"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.
"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in that situation."
Jack's response: a grunt.
"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."
"No, you did one better."
"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"
"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own leads."
"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because that’s where hope always seemed to lead.
"No," he said, still grumpy.
"I see. So it's gonna be like that."
"I guess so."
I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.
"Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah."
I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things to come.
"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."
"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken from his pocket.
I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.
 

Friday, 14 February 2014

Spotlight on My Bloody Valentine Anthology!!

Blurbs


Little Red – Tysche Dwai
There's something wicked in the woods tonight, and Red's about to find more than she bargained for in Grandma's bed.
Butterfly – Decadent Kane

The devil's finally caught up with them and Lacey must pay his dues to save the demon she loves.

One Way to Say Goodbye – Robin S. Crawford
There are many ways to say “goodbye,” but you can only do it once.

Last Kiss – D. F. Krieger
If you had only hours left with your loved one, would you make them count?

No Change in Policy in Room 8 – Torie James

In the dark of night, two strangers discover it's not the beast under the bed that needs to be fed but the one on top.

The Dark Man – HK Sterling
What if the world was a simple game of dice or cards? Would you be willing to risk it all for love?

Blindfold – Jay Wilburn

Hiding from each other and the monsters outside in the world, Tracy and Paul will find out new truths from their game through the wall.

Dangerous Desires – Jen Bradlee

Writing about dangerous men is one thing. Finding yourself face to face with one, well, that was another matter entirely.
Three Little Men – Dianne Hartsock
Renting a secluded cabin for Valentine's Day is Billy's idea. One that goes terribly wrong.
Awaiting Our Reunion – Christine Morgan
A haunting story of patience, perseverance, remembrance, and the tragedy of lovers torn apart.


Rhythm and Blues – Brantwijn Serrah
At the music festival Ronnie meets her black-magic boy; between heights of ecstasy and terror, he has a proposition to release her from all her sorrows.

Tempting Sin – Shelli Rosewarne

Sin is designed to be tempting, and sometimes not even an angel can resist.


Rebirth with a Rose – Kera Faire
These Roses are black

What should I do?

Rebirth could be mine,

At the expense of you.

Invoking Ostara – Lisa A. Adams
Macey has trained extensively to complete the sacred ceremony of invoking Ostara, but when madness ensues and threatens her lover, will Ostara hear her pleas?

Spider Prince – Iyana Jenna
After thinking he was abducted by the monster spider, Ghaelt, Aleich Rhaydyn woke up to something entirely different.



Stormy Night in Old Town – Kelly Ryan

A freak snowstorm brings Amber into the arms of the man who has haunted her dreams, Damian, or is it something else bringing them together?

Aphrodisiac – Roni Sharpe

A supernatural predator is drawn to a human female while on his way to a meeting, creating a unique experience for them both.

Siren's Call – Shelli Rosewarne
When Ciaran meets the mysterious Rae, he is convinced she is his dream woman. But what will he have to do to keep her?

Feral – Decadent Kane
Is it enough to give up one soul in order to save all of the rest?
The Shed - Brantwijn Serrah
Rebekah can't sleep—not with the screams and cries of pain coming from her neighbor's shed at night. What dreadful secret can he be hiding?

Under the Shadow of Wings – HK Sterling
Love between Gods and Super-humans can be a dangerous thing

Excerpts
Little Red – Tysche Dwai
There's something wicked in the woods tonight, as Constance "Red" Caldicott discovers on her way to her grandmother's house. Handsome Vladimir Drakul, with his poet's shirt and dreamy accent seems a bit young for Grandmother, but Red would sure be willing to become better acquainted. Things are looking up in Enchanted Forest after all...
Butterfly – Decadent Kane
On Lacey's last trip through Hell to gain her powers, she took more than she was allowed. She stole the demon she fell in love with. Now the devil's finally caught up with them and she must pay his dues to save the demon she loves. But is the price too steep?
One Way to Say Goodbye – Robin S. Crawford
Her lover has been unfaithful for a second time. Not willing to give him another chance, she confronts him, determined to put an end to the relationship. He knows before she says a word that he’s been found out. Unaware of how she plans to say goodbye, he attempts to seduce her one last time.
Last Kiss –D. F. Krieger
Lana and her husband Jeremy are spending their final days together, even as the wound on his arm festers and his mind falls apart. Can she still the grief in her heart long enough to appreciate their last kiss, or will the pending murder she must commit steal the remaining moments they have?
No Change in Policy in Room 8 – Torie James

Nerdy sexpot, Maggie, is good at minding her own business. But when Tall, Dark, and Horny makes his presence known, she answers the siren call of anonymous lust on the first ring. Able to get her juices stirring, she's more than willing to give this contender a shot. Thinly veiled secrets don't hold water when mystery bleeds into misery and pleasure demands payment with pain.


The Dark Man – H.K. Sterling
What if life was as simple as a game of dice or poker? What if humans lived their lives unaware that they were pawns, played on a board by those who were just a little more than human? Would fate intervene? Would love mean anything? If you were a God among humans, wouldn't you be just maybe, slightly, bored?
Blindfold – Jay Wilburn
Tracy misses the outside, ruled by the monsters from whom she hides. She plays with Paul and uses what power she has over him in their game through the wall. As danger closes in, their playtime reveals the secrets they have tried to hide from each other and the world. Put on the blindfold, obey her commands, and hide the truth as long for as possible.


Dangerous Desires – Jen Bradlee
Emily Poe likes to write about dangerous men, but she never intended to come face to face with one. When a masked vigilante kills two of her attackers, she finds the lines between fiction and reality blurred. How dangerous can one man really be?
Three Little Men – Dianne Hartsock
I've been dating my sexy boyfriend for months now, so when Billy asks me to spend Valentine's Day with him in a secluded cabin, I don't think twice. Time alone in the woods will be perfect. Only we're not alone. There's something in the trees that terrifies me. Something that scratches at the windows and bangs on the door. Something that Billy invites in to join us.
Awaiting Our Reunion – Christine Morgan

Oh, for that one special night, that chance to be together again! How far would you go and how long would you wait for the sake of your lover? To keep the promises you made? What would you do to rekindle your romance when all else seems lost? Will you be able to forgive each other and overcome the tragedy that first tore you apart?

Rhythm and Blues – Brantwijn Serrah

She fled to Memphis for a weekend's escape her monster of an older brother. But on the banks of the Mississippi River, Ronnie's about to meet another monster... and this black-magic boy brings with him all sorts of wicked, malicious promises.
Tempting Sin – Shelli Rosewarne

Isaura is an angel; she should be above feelings of restlessness and desire. Yet one scorching kiss from a demon, and she’s tempted beyond belief. All she can think about is that she desperately wants more. But for that Isuara would need to fall from heaven, risking her body and her heart on the chance that she can tempt sin as well.


Rebirth with a Rose – Kera Faire

Most people want hearts and flowers. She just wants life. Sadly the one man she choses to help her achieve this isn't up to the job.
Someone else is, but if she choses—and uses—him, there can only be one winner. It has to be her.
Can she have her rebirth, and live? Or will he win, and all her sacrifices have been in vain?


Invoking Ostara – Lisa A. Adams

Macey has the training, the knowledge, and the willpower to complete the sacred ritual of invoking the goddess Ostara. The one thing she lacks is courage. Entering the cold chamber, Macey's training fails. She knows what she has to do but is unsure that she is willing to give her virginity to a stranger.
Brandon knows his part to play and is looking forward to it. But he also hides a secret. This ritual will be like no other, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure of it.
Spider Prince – Iyana Jenna

Unable to control himself, the monster spider, Ghaelt, caught Aleich in his web. Ghaelt soon found himself falling for unconscious captive. Trying to be careful, Ghaelt couldn't resist the temptation; but then Aleich woke up.


Stormy Night in Old Town – Kelly Ryan


Amber finds herself trapped in a virtual ghost town as a desert snowstorm shuts down the town. She seeks shelter with the only other person around, the man whom she has lusted after from afar. Now that they are alone all their pent up longing for each other is being unleashed in a flash. Is it just their own wants and desires driving them, the craziness of the storm heightening the tension between them, or is there something more guiding them into each other's arms?


Aphrodisiac – Roni Sharpe
On his way to a meeting, a supernatural predator is drawn to a human female in the elevator. He’s not normally the type to take a detour, especially when he’s already fed, but this woman presents a unique opportunity for him to experience a meal he thought didn’t exist.


Siren's Call – Shelli Rosewarne

Ciaran is well aware that he’s not exactly God’s gift to women, so when a midnight stroll on the beach leads to the most beautiful woman he’d ever met jumping his bones, he assumes he must be dreaming.
The fact that she disappears into thin air the next morning only adds to that, but Ciaran finds he just can’t let it go. He will do anything to see his mystery woman again. Anything.

Feral – Decadent Kane

Nova's always been curious about the drow, those dark diseased elves. Society cast them aside, but when she meets Dace and the danger he represents to her, she can't seem to control herself. She'll have to give up her soul to save everyone from his madness. Will it be enough to sate his Feral?
The Shed – Brantwijn Serrah

A trip to the river is Rebekah's annual escape. This year, though, she has a new neighbor, and he's a bit of a strange one. Then one night, the sounds of screams jerk Rebekah out of her sleep, and she's horrified to realize they're coming from her neighbor's backyard shed...

Under the Shadow of Wings – H.K. Sterling


All kinds of species exist on Earth. Kat is one of them, just learning her way around, beholden to her relatives. Their burden rests on her. In a world where possession is nine-tenths of the law, what's a girl to do for dinner?
Now, now, remember not to play with your food.
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Sunday, 9 February 2014

Like an Irish story of love? Check out Muir Bhreacan by K.E Shade

I have the lovely KE Shade over today. Chatting about an Irish story of hers :)


Aedan ó Loinsigh's only love beyond the sea is his Kaitlin. Captured, he uses his knowledge of the seas to get back to his love.

Liberators of gold from the British on the high seas, Aedan ó Loinsigh and his brother have never shied away from a challenge on the open waters. Aedan’s only tie to solid ground is the lovely Kaitlin who possesses him like no other. When the brothers are captured and awaiting execution, a mysterious man offers to free them if they pay off their debt aboard his ship. The brothers waste no time in agreeing to the proposal only to find their new lives are not much better than those of slaves. Desperate to reach Kaitlin again, Aedan must figure out a way to save not only the other indentured servants aboard the ship but get back to his true love. Salvation could come at a price. One that Aedan will have to live with for the rest of his life.



1. Please tell us a little about yourself. I'm a momma three rescue kitties, two who are sisters. I got them through Furry Friends Network. The third bundle of fur I live-trapped when she was only three months old. I had been feeding her but the weather was getting nasty and couldn't wait until I fully gained her trust to give her a warm home. The two sisters have accepted her as one of their own. I'm a big hockey fan and watched all 82 games, plus playoffs, of my Pittsburgh Penguins. That it's the winter olympics time just gives me goosebumps. Go USA!

2. How did you come up with the idea for your book? Well, I thought about my heritage and the mixed background I come from. I decided on Ireland and the fierceness of the bond between family, specifically the two brothers. I wanted them to have different personalities to conflict with each other but when it came down to it, they worked like a well-oiled machine. After that base blossomed, the love interests came next.


3. When did the characters first pop into your head? I'd written pirate stories before but set in a fantasy world. Being a history lover, I was researching Ireland and things started clicking into place.

4. Without giving away any spoilers, was the story always straight forward for you to write, or did it pop up any surprises along the way? Surprises, actually. I didn't plan what happened to one character but as the story progressed, I didn't see any other way than how it went down. It was a bittersweet part to write.

5. Where do you like to write? In the house I moved into over a year ago, I set up one of the rooms specifically for writing. It's got a beautiful view of mature trees and enough squirrels to keep my cats happy.

6. Do you read a lot? Not as much as I'd like. The technology of today distracts me. I have a Kindle in my purse, which is really handy when I'm stuck waiting for an appointment or traffic. I once finished half a novel because of an accident on the highway.

7. Who are some of your favourite authors? David Morrell, Kim Harrison, Brent Weeks, Connie Mason, and Dean Koontz.

8. And last but not least, have you any words of wisdom for aspiring writers out there? Never let the rejections or lack of response get to you. It's a bit of a shark tank out their in the publishing world. You're going to take a fair amount of bites before you reel in Jaws. Find yourself a critique group or private site. It's the best way, using your peers, to get an honest look—for the most part—of your writing. Just go in there with a thick skin because the writing world isn't an easy or profitable road. Do it because you love it and always follow your passion.

Author Bio
K. E. Shade is multi-published author Kastil Eavenshade in disguise pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she's dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history—past, present, or future—is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they've always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn't be here.

http://kastil.wordpress.com
https://www.facebook.com/KastilEavenshade

Excerpt
Aedan chanced getting closer to her and she closed the rest of the distance. The clear waters spared him no mercy at the sight of her swimming without one scrap of clothing. "Oh, lass. You tempt me."
"Always." She draped her arms around his neck. "Promise me ye will come back to me."
"I will."
"Promise."
"With all my heart, Kaitlin, I promise I will be in ye arms again."
She smiled and kissed him boldly, her tongue breaking the barrier. Aedan kicked his legs to breach shallow water, his trousers growing tighter. The sand curled around his toes and he pressed her closer. Her hands wormed their way up his chest and she pushed him away.
"I have to go." She toyed with her bottom lip. Aedan smirked and reached for her, but she batted his hands away.
"Nay." He crooked a finger at her.
"But the men are waiting for me." As she backed away, inch by inch of her bare skin emerged from the lapping water. "I've volunteered to lead them back home."
Aedan waded toward her, but she stayed a hairsbreadth from his reach. His heart pounded in his chest as she halted with the water kissing her waist.
"The men can wait." Aedan brushed his fingers along her damp tresses.
"Can they?" She kissed his neck slow. Her fingers traced the outline of the scar a bullet had left behind over a year ago. "Must everyone wait but Aedan Ó Loinsigh?"
Salty air and the gentle touch of his love almost made her words drown in the warm feel of her kisses on his skin. Too many days at sea burned his lust, and his body yearned to join with Kaitlin. He raised her chin, eager for taste of her lips. She pressed her hand over his mouth.
"I will wait for ye. I will, always and forever. I love ye." Her hand moved away.