Weekend Excerpt–Resisting Risk

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When I sit down to write, I have a definite story in mind, from beginning to end.  As a reader, I like books that feature characters I can get invested in, plots that are smart and unpredictable.  As a writer, I find that I feel the same way.  Which is why, although I’ve written a novella, I prefer to write longer stories that give me the opportunity to fully explore my characters and their lives.

Rannigan’s Redemption is an epic, three-novel erotic romance that spans nearly a decade in the lives of the main characters, Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn. Their relationship is complicated, and ultimately goes in a surprising direction.  But along the way, we get to know who they are as people.  We feel their emotions as we share their journey.

This snippet is from Resisting Risk, the first book of the trilogy.

“Let’s go,” Gwen said, when the band finished playing.  Michael mentally rolled his eyes.  She was being a pain tonight.  Next time she was in town, he would probably have other plans.  He’d thought to stop by Maggie’s table again to say goodbye but by then she was busy opening gifts so he’d just followed Gwen out the door.  It occurred to him that it was odd that he’d even thought about speaking to her again.  Probably too much bourbon, he thought, shaking his head.

They caught a cab back to the Upper East Side where he lived.  “I want to go to Bemelmans,” Gwen said as the cab neared his neighborhood.  Of course you do, he thought.  All he wanted to do was go home and get laid.

“Drop us at the Carlyle, please,” he said to the driver.  By the time he’d paid for the cab, Gwen was already inside the bar.  When he caught up with her he realized why they’d had to stop here.  A group of her friends was ensconced in a corner banquette.  She’d wanted to show him off.

There is definitely no next time with Gwen, he thought to himself, but he plastered on his PR smile.  “Hello, ladies,” he charmed, “apparently we’re late.”  Gwen beamed as her friends gave her envious looks.  He ordered a round for the table and chatted amiably with everyone for a while.  During a lull in the conversation while the pianist played a song the table had requested, he leaned into Gwen.  “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yes, we can go,” she said, running her hand up the inside of his leg and giving him a coy look.

They quickly said their goodbyes and left, walking the three blocks to his apartment building on 79th.  As they rode the elevator to the 21st floor, Gwen kept her eyes on the numbers over the door, but she reached over to stroke the front of his pants where his erection was growing harder.

Michael unlocked the door to his apartment and let her in, stopping to drop his keys in the bowl on the foyer table.  He took off his jacket and untied his tie.  “Can I get you a drink?” he asked on his way to get his own.  He paused to put the television on a sports channel.

“I’ll have champagne,” she said, with a trace of pout in her voice.

He rolled his eyes.  “No champagne, can I get you some chardonnay instead?”

“I suppose,” she simpered.  He grabbed a Heineken for himself.

When he returned to the living room she had kicked off her shoes and was relaxing on the tan oversized leather sectional that faced the television and the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows beyond, opening to his solarium on the terrace.  The city lights twinkled like a sparkling carpet below them.  This was why he, a happily single man, had bought a four-bedroom apartment.  It had the best view in the entire building.  He handed Gwen her wine and sank down beside her to sip his beer and watch tv, picking up the remote to turn up the volume.

“Oh, baby, are you sure you want to watch silly old sports?” she asked him.  “I had something else in mind.”  She moved to kneel in front of him and undid his belt and then his fly.

He smiled down at her.  “Are they mutually exclusive?” he asked, grinning and arching his eyebrow.  She winked up at him and pulled back the waistband of his boxer briefs, freeing his impressive erection.  He groaned and rested his head against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed as she took him in her mouth.  In spite of being a demanding princess, Gwen was great at giving head.  She worked him with her tongue and slid her lips up and down his shaft, sucking like a Dyson.

He was considering trying to hold off coming, make it last longer, when he heard his phone blip, indicating an email.  Glancing down beside him on the sofa, he saw that the message was from Maggie.  Michael picked up the phone and keyed in his pass code.  Gwen immediately stopped what she was doing.

“Oh, hell no, you are not answering a message in the middle of a blowjob!” she exclaimed.

“I’m just holding off, baby, we don’t want this over so fast,” he said.  “I want to fuck you.  Go to the bedroom and get ready.   I’ll be right there.”  He gave her a quick kiss, and she headed to the bedroom, slightly mollified.

Checking the time he saw that it was 2:16.  Maggie sent him a message after two in the morning?  He was definitely intrigued.

Dear Mr. Rannigan, I wanted to say thank you for the champagne you sent to my friends and me last night.  It was completely unnecessary and extremely thoughtful.  I’m excited about your job offer.  I will definitely call your office tomorrow to set up an appointment.  Again, thank you so much.  I look forward to working with you.  Sincerely, Maggie Flynn

A smile curled his lips as he reread the message.  So formal and professional.  Nothing at all to indicate what her eyes completely gave away.  She probably assumed he’d read it in the morning.  He wanted to respond now.

Dear Ms. Flynn, you are most welcome for the champagne.  I felt badly that I crashed your birthday celebration with all your friends.  Champagne seemed the least I could do.  I am excited at the prospect of having a brilliant young legal mind working on our team.  So please do call and schedule that appointment.  And, if we’re to be working together, I’ll have to insist that we drop the formalities.  We’ll be just Michael and Maggie.  It will be simpler that way, don’t you think?  And now that it’s actually tomorrow, I’ll wish you a very Happy Birthday.  Go to sleep, Maggie.  I’ll see you next week.  Sincerely, just Michael

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Watch This Space–Becky Robbins & Lorraine Carey

campcougar_1_withflowers-1In this edition of Watch This Space, meet Becky Robbins and Lorraine Carey, authors of the new racy adult adventure, Camp Cougar.

Wondering what it’s all about?  Here’s the blurb:

Not since The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas has a story been able to capture the humorous side of scandalous tawdry sex in a southern theme. Our main character and brazen hussy, Leona Patrone is today’s version of Blanche Devereaux from the Golden Girls. Camp Cougar will whet the appetite for those looking for something steamy, provocative and humorous.

Camp Cougar has opened to rave reviews.  Check out a sampling:

Camp Cougar entertains and empowers all the delicious sensations we love to feel, share and experience. ~ Oscar Crawford

This book is funny! I laughed so hard so many times while reading it. ~ Amazon Customer

Hot, steamy and sensual throughout ~ Peter Martin

Head and shoulders above the competition in its genre ~ Alex Treadwell

This book has the right amount of saucy and sexy attitude drizzled with plenty of laughs. I only wish I could rate it even higher. ~ Tracey

These ladies have a great sense of humor and love to entertain. ~ Bev

Ready for a spicy excerpt?  We aim to please.

From Chapter 2 (Leona tries to convince Falynn to join her in the Cyber Sex business)

Leona was pleased to see Falynn arriving on time. Actually, I thought, she’d be a ‘No Show’. She answered the door in her white fluffy robe.

“Well, this guy must be into cozy things,” Falynn remarked as she stepped inside.

“Not really, but rather this.” Leona opened her robe to reveal a black lace teddy that was tied up the front with red ribbons and matching thong panties with little bows on the sides.

“Oh, my!” Falynn’s hand lightly slapped her mouth.

“I told ya, this guy is conservative.”

“Well, if that’s conservative, I would hate to see what your definition of kinky is!”

“So how did you meet Sam, pray tell?”

“Social Media. I’ve known him for a year now. As a lover of country music myself, I saw he was trying to be an up and coming artist in the industry.”

“Uh yeah, I bet he’s cuming. You worry me, Leona. You do know these relationships aren’t real, don’t you?

“That’s the best part. I have no intentions of building any long lasting bonds with these young men. It’s a simple Fantasy Fest. It’s a win-win situation for both parties. It’s just a wild, fun romp with no strings attached.”

Leona led Falynn into the kitchen and made her a martini. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm, girl?”

“Excuse me?” Falynn almost dropped her glass.

“You heard me.” Leona stood with her hands on her hips.

“Look, hon. You can either hide out in that damn dusty library behind the shelves or come out from behind those books and live a little – or let me say, live a lot.”

Falynn shrugged. “So what gives?”

“Lesson number one – you have to be relaxed. If you are uptight, you won’t perform well. Besides, we’re the experienced ones here. We need to show these Cubs just what we got.”

Where can you get your hands on a copy of Camp Cougar?

Use this Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2dY3LDx

Meet authors Becky Robbins and Lorraine Carey:

So what brought children’s author Becky Robbins and paranormal author Lorraine Carey together to create a fun and humorous adult novel?

Not too long ago, Lorraine Carey had read Becky’s children’s book, but what really caught her eye was the hilarious Redneck Poems Becky had written about sex. They were edgy, fun and out of the box. The two authors became cyber friends after reading each other’s works.

Not long after, Lorraine had a vision for a comedy adult book with Becky’s southern flare. So our two authors began to create Camp Cougar from their homes via Skype sessions. Mid book Becky flew from her home in Virginia to Miami to meet Lorraine in person who had flown in from the Cayman Islands where our ladies worked out of a hotel for a week to finish the book.

The weeklong stay in Miami was an adventure in itself.  It was as if they had known each other all their lives. Our ladies found out they had similar interests and even completed each other’s sentences.

Needless to say our authors continue to collaborate on a daily basis from their homes with building a brand for Camp Cougar along with a sequel.

Looking for a fun, sexy read?  Camp Cougar is for you!

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Weekend Excerpt–Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over

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Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over is always a sentimental favorite of mine.  It’s the first novel I ever wrote, the one that made me think, Hey, maybe I can do this! Still, every time I read snippets, I always find words I’d change or scenes I’d do differently.

Here’s this weekend’s excerpt, straight from Luke & Bella.  Warning: This is definitely an 18+ scene.

“Come with me, baby girl,” he whispered and he led her outside onto the terrace.  The full moon was reflected on the surface of the sea and overhead the stars shone brilliantly.

“Sit,” he said, and she sat on the chaise.  “I want your eyes on me,” he told her as he peeled off his clothes.  She watched him appreciatively.  He held up a finger.

“I’ll be right back.”  He returned with what looked like pieces of fabric.  “I’ve raided all the robes for belts, plus I have a couple of my ties.  I’m going to tie you up, baby girl.”  She felt a shiver run through her body making her nipples stretch and harden.

He had her lie back and put her hands over her head.  Gently, he tied her wrists together and pulled them toward the top of the chaise, securing them underneath.  He couldn’t resist trailing his hand down her body and was rewarded by her light moan.  “Are you liking this, baby girl?” he smiled.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

He tied each ankle to the bottom legs of the chaise, forcing her legs to remain apart.  “Tell me a color,” he demanded.

“Very green, Sir,” she said, smiling.

He moved up to her face and kissed her passionately.  “I’m going to blindfold you,” he whispered, and he used the sash from her pink robe to cover her eyes, checking to make sure she couldn’t see anything.

He left her like that and went to pour himself a glass of Scotch.  He stood sipping, watching her.  What he wanted more than anything was to bury himself in that warm wet place between her thighs.  But if he wanted to teach her patience he would have to have a little himself.

He walked to her swirling his glass, causing the ice to clink softly.  Bella turned her head in the direction of the sound and he smiled to himself.  Fishing some ice out of the glass, he held it over her and watched as the cold drops fell onto her smooth belly.  She gasped and squirmed as much as she was able.  He took the ice and held it to her skin, slowly sliding it toward her fully erect nipples.  She moaned as he circled her nipples with the ice and licked off the cold water and Scotch.  “How are you doing, baby girl?”

“Oh, God!” was all she managed.

He poured the rest of the glass onto her belly, and licked it off.  She moaned and began to slowly move her hips back and forth.  “Patience, baby girl,” he purred.  “Don’t come yet.  I’m not even close to being done with you.”

He moved down to her feet and stood quietly, letting her wonder what would happen next.  Then, kneeling, he leaned over and put his mouth on her sex.  Bella immediately gasped and bucked, but he held on to her thighs as he licked and sucked her mercilessly.  She groaned and cried out, “Oh, God…oh, my…fuck!!!”

She began to pant and he stopped.  “No, baby girl, not yet,” he warned.

“Oh, please!” she cried out.

Luke smiled.  “Please what, baby girl?  What is it that you want?”

“Oh, please…Sir…Please, I want to come,” she breathed.

He moved onto the chaise and up to her lips, kissing her savagely.  “Taste yourself on me,” he growled.  She kissed him hungrily and licked his mouth and chin, lapping up her own sweetness.  He began to slowly stroke her sex with his.  “Ask me again, baby girl,” he whispered.

“Oh, God…please…may I please come, Sir?” she managed.

“Yes, baby girl, I want you to come.”  And she did, so hard she thought she’d rip in two, calling out loudly and not caring.  He watched her shake and shudder as the sensation rolled through her body.

When she stilled, he untied her blindfold and released her hands, leaving her ankles bound.  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.  Unable to wait any longer, he slid himself deeply inside her and began to pound her roughly.  She felt her climax building again immediately and she dug her fingernails into his back, groaning and almost unable to breathe.

“You’re going to come again,” he growled.  She did and this time he was there as well, stopping his movements when he was as deeply into her as he could go, and she could feel the spasms of his orgasm shooting his hot release deep inside her.  After, they lay together for a moment, catching their breath.

Then he removed the belt from her neck and moved to untie her feet.  He lay beside her, gathering her into his arms.  “What do you think, baby girl?” he asked quietly.

“Who can think?” she breathed, and he chuckled.

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Watch This Space–Erinn Ellender Quinn

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00071]I’m so excited to introduce you to Erinn Ellender Quinn, author of paranormal historical romance.  Her debut romance novel, Ride the Wind, is available now.  One of the things I love most about this book is the red-haired heroine.  You know that I’m all about #MoreGingersInErotica.  Here’s the blurb:

Captain Ian O’Manion is a man with three names and a perilous past….

As Ian O’Malley, he’s wanted by the English.  He’s wanted by the French as Jean Delacorte.  When he wins The Oaks, a Maryland horse farm, he takes a new name for his new life…until the past catches up to him, with a vengeance.

Ian returns to The Oaks with a festering gunshot wound, fractured bones, and a broken spirit.  Haunted by abuses suffered in a Jamaican prison, devoid of hope after his botched escape, he believes that he’s come home to die.

Elsbeth Gordon is an indentured servant with dangerous secrets of her own ….

A young woman of power, Beth talks to trees, communicates with animals, and practices magick alone. When healing the Captain means sharing her secrets, Beth has no choice but to risk being burned as a witch. The psychically gifted beekeeper sees the promise of their future in his eyes…if they can survive an old enemy and an ancient evil that threaten to destroy them both.

A paranormal historical romance, written for ages 18+.

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The story sounds fantastic!  Now, how about a nice, spicy little tease from Ride the Wind?

At the stables, they found that the Marshall men and O’Flaherty boys and Theo had everything under control.  Ian still didn’t know why Red Beth had to drag him from his sickbed and make him walk all the way down here, feeling uncomfortably weak as a kitten, when she could just as easily have told him a bedtime story about it.  But she’d insisted.  Mindful of his indebtedness, he had humored her, and so it was that they had come to this, poised in the role of passive observers in an empty stall, until the mare was brought in.  Red Beth excused herself and went over to talk to the chestnut, rubbing her head and whispering in her ear and adjusting the leather cover that would protect her neck from an overzealous stallion’s bites.

Zephyr smelled the mare, even before Thomas brought him into the stable.  Outside, he whinnied his pleasure, and he came in dancing with an erection that hung to his hocks.  Ian almost called out to beg her not to when Beth dared to approach his horse.

Zephyr reared up, and Ian swore that his heart stopped.  It would have been too late; there was no way he would have reached her in time to save her, but the prancing, padded hooves miraculously cleared Beth as they came down.  Ian exhaled sharply and released the breath that he’d been holding.

Thomas had his hands full, controlling the stallion and keeping an eye on Beth, who was talking to the beast, no doubt sharing a bit of breeding etiquette, warning him not to play too roughly.  Zephyr whinnied, and Thomas waited until Beth was free and clear.  She rejoined Ian in the empty stall, closing the short door behind her.  Zephyr pranced up to the pretty chestnut mare, who had twitched her tail to the side to ease his way.  She was good enough to welcome the stallion’s weight as he reared up and covered her, shoving his massive member inside her and thrusting home like the magnificent stud that he was.

And all the while, Beth stood, almost breathless, watching spellbound, wincing when Zephyr bit at the leather-covered neck.  She gripped the door of the empty stall that was their viewing room, and Ian knew she was not unaffected.  Forget Zephyr.  He watched Beth watching the horses.  He listened to her telling breath, and felt the hum in her body that sang to him as surely as the fiddle’s phantom tune.

And because they were in a place where they could see without being seen, Ian stepped behind her and slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her back against him.  She shivered, and inhaled sharply, then forgot to breathe altogether.  He leaned down, bending until his teeth found the base of her neck.  “Red,” he whispered against her petal-soft skin just before he tasted it, tasted her, and asked her to take him home.

“Please,” the Captain begged when she stayed rooted, transfixed, watching his stallion cover the chestnut mare as he wanted to cover her.  “Have mercy.  Don’t do this to me.  You don’t know what it’s been like.”

But she did.  She did.  She knew exactly what he’d felt.  It was her gift.  Her curse.  Like now, feeling the blood pump in old haunts, the word made flesh, the promise of resurrection fulfilled.  The Captain wanted her, and she wanted him to want her, and Herne would just have to understand.

The stallion finished and disengaged, dropping onto all four feet, with his penis tamed and near normal size already, while the Captain’s was just coming to life.  She wished he could have taken her right then and there, amidst the sharp scents of the stable as they tumbled in the straw and hay.

They headed for the house, each one priding themselves on moving at a reasonable pace, when every step brought them closer to the bedroom upstairs, with its urn full of dead honeybees and a plate of herbs and sliced ginger root and an odd number of pinch-necked glass cups.  Back in the day, Ian could have swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs.  Now it was all he could do to navigate under his own power and pray the feeling wouldn’t go away once they’d gotten to where he could do something about it.

When they reached the front door, he took her hand and pulled her through the house he’d won on a turn of the cards, gotten by chance and kept by pretense, until he could clear his real name.  At least his Christian name was the same, and the subtle change from O’Malley to O’Manion was still a damn sight better than the years he’d played Jean Delacorte.

He counted the steps on the sweeping entrance stairs, marked the feet from the landing to his bedroom door, and numbered the eyelets on the back of her bodice as he put his fingers to the task of unlacing them.  While he was busy in the back, she unpinned her apron front, reaching around and pulling one tie so that the thing fell free, landing in a puddle on the wide board floor.  He opened his mouth on the back of her neck, and he knew she remembered his stallion, covering the chestnut mare, giving her that enormous member of his in a mating that was as intense as it was brief.  A stallion did his business in a minute; it took three hundred forty days, give or take, for a mare to finish hers.

Beth felt the Captain’s breath on her skin, like dragon’s fire.  No sooner did she wonder if he intended to consume her than he put an arm around her waist, pulled her back against him, and opened his mouth on the base of her neck.  He scored it with his teeth, not quite biting, and then he did bite her, inhaling sharply with his mouth fastened on a spot that made her knees go weak.  His hands skimmed up her sides and pulled down her bodice; he splayed his calloused fingers and lay claim to her breasts.

Ian wanted it to be good for her.  He wanted it to last, but he couldn’t wait for layers of clothes and shoes and stockings, no matter how much he enjoyed a leisurely disrobing.  For the first time in months, there was life in every part of him.

“Red,” he whispered against her hair.  “I’m sorry, I can’t wait.  Forgive me.”

He kept one arm wrapped around her, kept her backside pressed tight against him when he turned her and guided her onto the edge of the bed, bending her so that her face nestled where he’d lain.  She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent.  He spread her legs with his knees, fumbling at his buttons and praying he didn’t go off too soon.  This had been such a long time coming, he didn’t know what to expect.

 Hello, old friend.

Ian felt a full-body smile come over him.  Red felt it too, or had read his damned mind again.

Beth purred and buried her face in his bedsheets, pressing her hips back against him, waiting for him to enter her.  There was no finesse left by the time he opened his breeches and threw up her skirts.  Finding her wet enough, he drove himself inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt.

 Ah, God.  Sweet Jaysus.

A stallion finished in a minute and he did too, thrilled that he’d accomplished that much, at least, but hating himself for her sake, for giving such a disappointing performance when she deserved so much better.  Red Beth, in whose body the source of pleasures lay, whose clever hands and kind heart had saved him from himself.

 How can I thank you?  I wanted to die.  I would have, if not for you.

She heard him.  He could tell, because when she turned her head to smile softly at him, he saw that her pink lips were quivering and her brilliant blue eyes were filled with tears.  She deserved so much better than this, than him, and he told her so.

He told her with words.  He told her without words.  He told her with his hands, his mouth, his touch, his breath as he pulled her into his arms and unwrapped her like the treasure she was.  Her dress went first, then the single petticoat she wore to flaunt convention—but then, she’d been working.  Working to cleanse him.  Working to heal him.  Freeing him from the laudanum and restoring his manhood.

The stays were a surprise.  “They’re for my back,” she told him, eavesdropping again.  “I hate them, but they help.”  Her chemise was utilitarian and well constructed, with generous gussets under the arms that suited someone who tamed foxes and gathered honey and could have the most vicious horse eating out of her hand like a child’s pet pony.  And under the chemise, there was what he remembered, what he dreamed of, with and without laudanum: the trim waist and pomegranate breasts and just the slightest swell of a woman’s belly above nether curls that were as wild and red as those that crowned her head.

He pulled her onto the bed with him, his own clothes be damned.  This was for her, the least he could do after all she’d done for him.

He dried her tears with his thumbs and bent his head and kissed her.  Every fiber of his being, every breath, he owed her more than he could say, more than he could ever repay.  Darlin’ girl,do you know what you’ve done to me?

Of course she didn’t.  He didn’t know himself, so there was nothing for her to pull from the whispers of his mind.  Quieting himself, he focused on the woman in his arms, with her trim ankles and pretty feet.  He undid her buckled shoes and pulled them off, dropping them beside the bed.  He ran his fingers on the inside of her thighs and smelled the musk of their joining.  He untied her garters and pushed her stockings to her ankles, taking care to pull them off as she’d put them on, figuring it was the least he could do.  Attention to details in lovemaking counted; even something as small as right-turned hose could never be underestimated.

The cheeky thing laughed, delighted with his philosophical approach to coitus.

Ian smiled.  She had no idea.

Really?

Now who was reading whose mind?

It didn’t matter.  She’d seen too much of him to hide, and he’d learned more of her than he had any woman in his life, even the one he’d left with child.  Someday he would tell her, but not now.  Now he wanted to think of Beth.  Only Beth, who slept with foxes and talked to bees and communicated with horses and whispered to trees and made a man dare to dream again.

He kissed her feet, those pretty, pretty feet, and worshipped her ankles.  Like a sculptor’s apprentice, he explored the masterpiece that was her body so closely he could have copied it, had he a block of marble and the tools and the skill to breathe life into stone.  She could.  She had.  He was proof.  He said nothing, in case it came to naught, but he swore he felt himself thickening even as he thought about it.

He refocused his attention on Beth, lying breathless in his bed, at his mercy after he’d been dependent upon hers since the new moon.  He wondered, what would she do tonight, when the full moon—the Buck Moon—rose over the wooded hills and called to her pagan blood?

Where can you get Ride the Wind?  Right here–http://mybook.to/TW2

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Now for a little surprise.  Erinn Ellender Quinn is another pen name for one of my most favorite people on the planet, author Nia Farrell.  She’s a gifted and talented writer of erotic romance, and besides, precious few people are as understanding as she is of my giraffe fetish, bless her!

Erinn Ellender Quinn is the softer side of erotic author Nia Farrell, one of Mr. Blackthorne’s Wicked Pen Writers and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt.  She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Erinn has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years.  She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes.  Erinn was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published as Nia Farrell in erotic romance since 2015.  Ride the Wind is her debut romance novel.

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There’s more where this came from:

Nia Farrell Titles:

 The Three Graces Series

SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015 e-book  http://myBook.to/TG1 or  https://www.amzn.com/dp/B014FV1TUE

SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG2 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B015Y9JEHG

SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG3 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B016OULX8C

THE THREE GRACES TRILOGY paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/TGr or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530858194

SOMETHING SPECIAL May 5, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/TG6 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01F6FOQ0S; paperback http://myBook.to/TG6p or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533146217

 DARK MOONS RISING e-book March 10, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMR or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01CRX1O70; paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMRp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530828759

REPLAY BOOK 1: VIKING RAID July 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/RB1; paperback http://mybook.to/RB1p

AS WICKED AS YOU WANT (Forever Ours Book 1) August 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/FO1

By Nia Farrell and Jane Austen

PRIDE AND PUNISHMENT—AN EROTIC RETELLING OF JANE AUSTEN’S BELOVED CLASSIC June 1, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/Punish or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01FJ612HY; paperback http://myBook.to/Punishp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533228477; Large Print https://www.amazon.com/dp/1533235244 or http://myBook.to/Punishlg

Coming soon:

REPLAY BOOK 3: HONOUR BOUND November 1, 2016

TOUCH THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) December 1, 2016

 

 

Weekend Excerpt–Get Your FREE Copy of Just One Night

justonenightMy naughty little novella, Just One Night, is FREE now through Monday, October 17!  Amazon only allows me to run this deal once every three months, so it will be 2017 before Just One Night is free again.  Be sure to take advantage of this chance for a little escapism at a great price.  Oh, and if you leave a little review afterward, I’d be forever grateful.

How about a little teaser?  Fair warning: This excerpt is naughty.

Having bid a good evening to their lift companions, they stepped out onto the Empress Deck and wordlessly made their way down the passageway, Mac gently clasping Katie’s hand.  She watched as he unlocked the door and let them into his stateroom.

Katie crossed immediately to the glass wall overlooking the veranda and glanced around the plush cabin.  The king-sized bed had been turned down and luxurious, foil-wrapped chocolates graced the large pillows.  The only light was from a small lamp on a bedside table.  “This is nice.  Much nicer than mine, truth be told.”

Mac shrugged.  “My brother…  I wouldn’t have booked a room this fancy.”  He crossed to her and lightly caressed her back.  “Would you like some wine or something?”

She turned to face him and leaned up on her toes, trailing tiny kisses along his square jawline.  “Wine would be great.”

He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder, hooking a finger in the spaghetti strap of her dress and sliding it down.  Katie fixed him with a smoldering look as she shrugged her right shoulder, causing the other strap to fall.  Her dress slid down, catching briefly on her erect nipples before falling to her waist.

“Holy…”  Mac stared at her perfect round breasts, erect pink nubs just begging to be toyed with.  Unable to resist, he slid his hands up her sides to cup her mounds, hefting their weight, pausing to gently tug their sharp points.  He squeezed gently as he kissed her again.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, clearing his throat.  “I’ll just order that wine now.”

Mac sank onto the edge of the bed and picked up the phone, dialing room service.  “Yes, this is Stateroom…”

As he began speaking into the phone, Katie knelt between his feet and began to unfasten his belt.  He looked down in surprise and was met with a wicked grin.  “Uh, yes, we’d like to order a bottle of wine…”

He gasped quietly as she took him in her mouth.  It was all he could do to complete the order and hang up the phone.  When he did, she began sucking him in earnest, taking in the whole of his large cock, mercilessly working him with her tongue from his balls all the way to his tip and back again.  She applied just the right amount of pressure, using her tongue to flick at his most responsive spots.

Mac could feel his release building and placed a hand on her head intending to warn her, but she looked up at him with a saucy arch of the eyebrow and continued her ministrations with renewed vigor.  “Oh, God!” he cried out, his hot essence shooting in streams down her throat.

While his shuddering subsided, Katie licked him clean before rising to her feet, a smug look on her face.  Mac flopped back on the bed.  “I’m a dead man.”

A knock at the door startled them both.  “Room Service!”

Mac jumped up and attempted to put himself back together.  At the same time, with a little wiggle Katie freed her dress from where it was snagged around her waist and it floated down the rest of her body, pooling around her feet, leaving her standing in just a pair of black lace panties.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, moving past her to the door, which he cracked open.

“Good evening, sir,” the attendant said.  “May I set up the wine for you?”

Mac glanced back at Katie standing virtually naked in the center of the room.  His own pants were still undone.  “Um, no, thanks, I’ll take it from here.”

The attendant smiled knowingly.  “Very good, sir.”

Closing the door, Mac carried the wine in its bucket of ice and the two glasses to the desk near the bed.  He paused to kiss Katie gently, tasting himself on her lips.  “You are a naughty girl,” he murmured.

“Is that a complaint?”

“No!  Simply an observation.”  He poured two glasses of wine and offered her one.  He touched his glass to hers.  “To being naughty.”

Katie laughed lightly as she sipped.  Mac watched her thoughtfully for a moment.  “I don’t even know what to call you.”

She smirked, amusement sparkling in her hazel eyes.  “‘Hey, you’ works just fine for me.”

He chuckled and nodded.  “‘Hey, you’ it is.”

They enjoyed their wine in silence for a while.  Eventually, Mac put down his glass and took Katie’s, placing it on the desk before wrapping her in his arms.  “You made me feel amazing.  Now I think it’s your turn.  What’s your pleasure, Hey, you?”

Her eyes darkened.  “I want you to fuck me.”

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Weekend Excerpt–Pandora’s Birthday Edition

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It’s my birthday, but I’m giving you a gift!

I’m celebrating my birthday on October 14 with a 5-day giveaway of Just One Night, my naughty little novella.  From October 14-17, you can download Just One Night for FREE!  Afterward, if you could leave a brief review, I would appreciate it more than I can say.

How about an excerpt to wet your whistle?  Or whatever…

     The pair parked themselves at a tiny table at the edge of the piano bar, the first place they’d come to in their search for a cocktail.  Katie watched him as he approached the bar and ordered for them.  She couldn’t get over how handsome he was, how he’d come outside looking for her.  This was exactly what she needed to take her mind off of her man problems back home.

She smiled up at him as he returned to their table carrying a margarita for her and a Scotch for himself.  “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass to hers.

“Cheers,” she murmured in return, and she sipped gratefully, counting on the liquid courage her glass offered.

“You know, we’ve gone about this all backwards.”  He rested his drink on the table and offered his right hand.  “My name is—“

“No!  No names,” Katie quickly interrupted.

Mac blinked in surprise.  “No names.  Why no names?”

“Just…because,” she stammered.  “No names, no personal information, we’ll just…keep it casual.”

“Keep it casual.”  Mac frowned.  “Okay.”  He gave her a curious look.  “Do you want me to leave?”

She shook her head, red curls swinging.  “No, I’d like you to stay.”

He gave a relieved smile.  “Good, because I’d like to stay.  So…no personal information.  Do you want to talk about work?”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Um, how about that weather?  That’s some pretty great weather out there tonight.”

Katie laughed lightly.  “I don’t mean to be a pain.”

Mac smiled back.  “You’re not a pain, exactly.  I just have to figure out the rules.  And you’re here with three other women?”

“You could see that in the dining room.  Where you were staring,” Katie observed.

“You know that because you were staring back,” he countered.

“And you’re here with two other men.”

Mac nodded.  “My brothers.  Oops!  Was that personal?”

“Now you’re making fun.”

He smiled ruefully.  “Maybe just a little bit.  This is kind of a bachelor party.  My kid brother is getting married.”

“A bachelor party?”  Katie laughed lightly.  “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the debauchery?”

Mac laughed.  “Not much debauchery with those two.  My older brother’s been married for years and Tommy’s head over heels for his fiancée.”  He glanced up at Katie.  “Oops!  More personal information.”

Katie sighed and sipped her drink.  “My friends and I get together for a week every summer.  We’ve known each other since high school.”

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Katie nodded firmly.  “We’re even, that’s all.”  She rested her forearm on the table and toyed with her glass.  Mac did the same, and as he did, his arm brushed against hers.  She made no effort to move away from him.  He intentionally rested his arm against hers, noting the electric charge he felt, wondering if she felt it, too.

Glancing up, he saw that she was watching him intently.  “So…you don’t want any personal information.  You don’t want to talk about work.  You don’t want me to leave.”

Katie shook her head.

“Okay, well we’ve got that settled.  What do you want?”  He watched her expectantly.

She stared at her glass as she swirled the remainder of her margarita.  Her buzz from the dinner wine combined with the icy cocktail made her feel bold.  She looked back up at Mac.

“Do you really want to know what I want?  I want just one night.  Just one night of anonymous, no-holds-barred, red-hot, no-strings-attached sex.  That’s what I want.”  She fixed him with a challenging stare.

“Whoa,” he breathed, eyes wide.

Katie looked down at her glass again.  “Too blunt?”

Mac leaned back in his chair, lips forming an O.  “That was blunt, all right, but I can respect that.  I’ve gotta ask, though.”  He sought out her eyes.  “Is there some guy at home waiting for you to come back?”

Katie shook her head.  “I’m not cheating on anybody.  You?”

He shook his head, too, and laughed humorlessly.  “What was it you said earlier?  Oh, hell no.”

She lightly stroked his arm as it rested on the table, delighting in the goose bumps that appeared there.  Her gaze traveled from there to his lap, which seemed to be taking an interest in the proceedings if the growing mound there was any indication.  She shifted her focus, sliding her gaze up his torso to those lips she’d noticed earlier.  God, I just want to suck on that lower lip.

She met his eyes again, saw the fire there, and knew it matched her own.  “So what do you say?”

“I say, have another margarita.  I just need to run to the little shop and pick up some…  Well, I didn’t actually expect that I’d need…”  He smiled apologetically.

Her voice was soft.  “I’ll wait right here.”

He took her hand and gently brushed his lips across her knuckles, gave her a wink, and left the bar.

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1 Year Into Publishing: Claim Your Gift Today

Celebrate Lilah E. Noir’s publishing Anniversary with these great deals on her super sexy books! I just downloaded Unorthodox Therapy!! 🙂

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It was a lonely autumn evening of 2015 when the nagging thought of trying my hand in self-publishing started crawling through my brain. My first novella, Stroker Ace, has been part of an anthology dedicated to Summer Songs. I could fix a cover and publish it the very same evening and see what would happen. How difficult could it possibly be?

Well, my first cover was cringe-worthy, I didn’t have a clue of the importance of keywords and categories. I didn’t even know I was supposed to enter my name as a Contributor so my book went live under a different name. I can’t say I made a royal mess but I came pretty close to it.

A lot of people helped me improve, as a writer, cover designer and self-publisher. I still have a lot to learn and I’m just as clueless in other aspects. However, I can proudly say…

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Watch This Space–Siren Allen

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This edition of Watch This Space spotlights sexy author Siren Allen and her new smoking hot sci-fi romance, Silver. Wondering what it’s about?  Here’s the blurb:

All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.

She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me. Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.

Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan. Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.

I love a good, spicy sci-fi romance and can’t wait to read this one.  Check out this excerpt:

“Tell me to step away,” he told her.

Why would she do that? No rational female would tell a creature like him to step away. Wait, she should do that. She wasn’t trying to be with him for real. This was pretend.

“Say it and I’ll do it. I promise Malia.”

She couldn’t say it. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached up and touched his face. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I don’t want to say that.” Even the rational part of her was falling for this male.

“Good, because I don’t want you to say it. I want to keep you all to myself,” he whispered. “I don’t want to share you.”

“You don’t have to share me. I’m all yours.” Yep, she’d just said that. And right now, she meant it. She’d deal with the consequences of her words later.

“All mine,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. “And I’ll destroy anyone who threatens you.”

Stars, that was the most violent statement she’d ever heard, yet it made her feel safe. What was she turning into?

“Say you believe me, Malia.”

“I-I believe you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Say you believe this.”

“I believe it.”

“Good.” He took a step back, her hand still resting on his cheek. His hand covered hers. “I will go and get the crew. I will try my best not to kill any of them for getting too close to you.”

“Please behave. I don’t need you dirtying up my new kitchen.”

He smiled, before pulling her hand away from his face and placing it over his heart. Her breath caught.

“This is all yours,” he told her. “I promise.” He released her hand and went in search of his crew, leaving her breathless.

Stars, what had she gotten herself into?

And how the hell was she supposed to get out of it with her heart intact?

I’m such a huge fan of Siren Allen.  One thing that she does that I love is character interviews.  Get to know Silver and Malia, the stars of Silver.

Q: What thoughts raced through your mind the moment you found your mate?

Silver: My first thought was, ‘Stars, she more beautiful than I’d imagined.’ My second thought was, ‘I wonder what she tastes like.’

Malia: Oh my gosh, Silver, you didn’t have to give a second thought. My first thought was, ‘This guy looks like trouble.’ And I was right.

Q: If you could change one thing about your mate, what would it be?

Silver: I would change how she sees herself. She thinks she’s too curvy. I think she’s perfect. If I could change anything, I would make her able to see herself through my eyes.

Malia: Ahhh, that’s so sweet. If I could change anything about Silver, it would be his need to kill any male who stares at me.

Silver: That will never change.

Malia: I know. I’m just saying what I would change if I could.

Q: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Silver: Yes. Though, I knew I would love her before I met her. She’s my mate. I’m supposed to love and cherish her. But when I saw her for the first time, those feelings that were ingrained in me tripled. I knew I had to have her. Unfortunately, my way of getting her wasn’t the most charming.

Malia: That’s an understatement. As for me, I believe in lust at first sight. When I first saw Silver I didn’t think about forever with him. I thought of all the things I would love to do to him that night. The forever feelings came later, wayyyy later.

Silver: She played hard to get.

Malia: Uh no, I was hard to get. And then you kidnapped me.

Silver: Problem solved.

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So where can you get your Kindle on this book?  I have the links right here:

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Now Siren Allen tells us a little about herself:

Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things supernatural and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

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Weekend Excerpt–Lost & Bound

L&F--excerpt graphicYou can’t see me right now, but I’m doing the happy dance!  That’s because I just finished writing the first draft of my current project, Lost & Bound.

After getting into trouble, Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke is sent to cool her heels in the wilderness of northern Ontario.  There, she meets hunky mountain man Blake Walker.  While the world sees a bratty, over-privileged former child star, Blake sees a frightened little girl in need of a firm hand and unconditional love.  Is Shasta the perfect submissive to quench his Dominant craving?

In honor of this momentous occasion, here’s an excerpt.

Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head, Shasta unscrewed the white lid and began ladling water into the container.  She figured it must have been about half full when she’d first arrived at the cabin.  She decided to fill it completely, the better to make fewer trips.

She still had about three inches to go before the water level was at the top of the container when she heard a motor.  Dropping the ladle into the cooler, she scrambled back up to the top of the hill.  Blake was just easing up to the dock in the same skiff he’d used to drop her off a few days ago.

She couldn’t stop the smile on her face as she hurried down to the dock.  “Hi!  How are you?”

Blake looked up as he tied off the boat and stepped out onto the dock.  “Hi, yourself.  I’m well.  How about you?”

Shasta watched him closely, taking in his scuffed boots, his faded jeans, the navy plaid flannel shirt hanging open over a white wife-beater tank top.  And his thick dark hair kissed with caramel, pulled up into a knot on the back of his head, his neatly trimmed dark beard framing his square jaw.

God, I forgot how hot he is.  “I’m good.  Great, even,” she answered quickly.  “I was just,” she hooked a thumb over her shoulder, “refilling my water at the spring.”

He nodded.  “Good.  That’s good.”  He gestured into the boat.  “I noticed that you had a fire in the fireplace last night.  I thought maybe you could use more wood.”

Shasta crossed her arms in front of her.  “That’s really nice, thanks.”   She glanced around uncomfortably.  “Listen, I’m sorry about the radio.  I didn’t realize…”

“Forget about it,” he murmured.

“I should also, um, apologize for throwing a rock at you.”  Her eyes were on the ground.

He stood straight and crossed his arms.  “Yes, you should.”

She huffed in exasperation.  “Well, that’s what I’m trying to do.  I just…”  She gazed out across the lake and took a deep calming breath.  “I was having a very bad day.  I’m sorry I was rude and I apologize for throwing a rock at you.  My bad day was not your fault.”

He smiled amiably.  “Apology accepted.”

Blake reached into the boat for a large grey canvas bag filled with split logs.  “I’ll just go put it with the rest behind the cabin.”

She trailed along behind him and helped him stack the logs with the rest of the wood.

“You didn’t have any trouble starting the fire?” he asked.

“Well, I did at first.  But then I found the box of fire starter sticks.  I put one of those in and it went right up.”

Blake glanced at her.  “You used a whole stick?  You can break those up into about six pieces.  You don’t need a whole one.”

Shasta blushed.  “Oh.”

When the bag was empty, Blake carried it back to the front of the cabin.  “You said you were getting water?”

“Yeah, I was almost finished when I heard you coming.”

This time, she led the way and when they reached the cooler, she picked up the dipper.  Blake looked down at the container and frowned.  “This is nearly full.”

Shasta grinned up at him.  “I know.  I figured, the more I put in, the fewer trips I’ll have to make.”

He gave her a look like one would give a slow child.  “But how will you carry it back to the cabin?”

Shasta could feel hot tears threatening and there was a knot in her throat.  “Once again, I get it wrong.”  Her voice was a whisper.  She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you,” he said.  He dumped out about half of the water and replaced the lid, hefted the cooler, and carried it back to the cabin.

Shasta waited outside for him, her arms crossed, the toe of her right shoe digging aimlessly into the dirt.  “So, thanks for the wood and everything.”  Her eyes were on the ground.

Blake gently closed the screen door.  “You’re welcome.  I wanted to check in on you before I leave.  I’m flying out to get one of the remote cabins ready for a fishing party.”

Shasta’s eyes bulged as she pushed her sunglasses back up.  “Wait! What? You’re leaving?”

“I have to go to Big Birch Lake to lay in supplies and get the cabin ready for guests.”  He saw her panicked expression.  “I’ll be back late this afternoon.”

“Please take me with you,” she blurted.

Slightly taken aback, Blake shoved his hands into his pockets.  “I don’t know…”

“Please!  I promise, I won’t be in the way.  Maybe I can even help.”

His eyes narrowed.  “The cabin is even more remote than this one, only accessible by float plane.  There’s not a road for miles, only wilderness.  There’s no place for you to go.”

Shasta shook her head.  “No, I’m not trying to leave, I just…  I’m so tired of being alone.”  There was raw hope in her eyes.  “Please let me go with you.”

The “No” was on his lips as he drew in a deep breath and debated with himself.  The vision of her the previous night, alone and sobbing in the cabin, filled his mind and he still felt like a shit for making her cry.  He’d come damn close to it just now, without even meaning to.  “Okay, you can come.”

She jumped up and squealed, gripping his hand tightly.  “Thank you, thank you so much!  I’ll help, I promise.”

Blake waited as she retrieved her pink hoodie and locked the cabin door.  He noticed that she’d also taken the time to plait her long red hair into a thick braid down her back.  When she was ready, he led the way down to the skiff, holding it still for her to get in.  This time, Shasta faced him as he steered them across the lake toward the lodge’s dock.

“Can I get one of these things to use while I’m here?”

Blake frowned.  “One of what things?”

“A boat.  Is there one I can rent?”

His eyes sparkled with amusement.  “Where do you want to go?”

She shrugged lightly.  “I don’t know.  It would be nice to not feel stuck.”  Glancing around, she pointed to a rocky outcropping on the shore to the north of the island.  “I was looking over there.  It looked like it might be a cool place to explore.”

“That’s Winchester Point,” he said.  “There’s an old trapper cabin up there.  It’s mostly ruins now, but it is kind of cool.  And there are blueberries.”

Shasta grinned.  “See!  I could go pick blueberries.”

“There are also bears.”

Her grin dropped as her eyes widened.  “Bears.  Seriously?”

Blake had to laugh.  “They like the blueberries.  But you’d probably be okay.  I’m sure I can scrounge up an extra skiff for you.”

They pulled up to the dock and Blake reached for Shasta’s hand, helping her out of the boat.  She stood uncertainly as he finished tying up the skiff and climbed out.  Bear came bounding down the dock to meet them.

“Hello, puppy!”  Shasta leaned down to pet the huge black dog.

“He’s usually a little shy with strangers,” Blake commented, just as Bear flopped down and rolled onto his back, offering his belly for a rub.

“He doesn’t seem shy to me, do you, puppy?”  She knelt down to scratch the dog’s underside.  Bear, for his part, panted and happily swished his tail on the wooden dock.  “What’s his name?”

“Bear,” Blake replied.  “And he loves proving me wrong.  I won’t forget this, pal.  Payback’s a bitch.”

“He’s just a sweetie, that’s what he is,” cooed Shasta.

“Alright.  I’m going to start bringing down the supplies and provisions for the fishing cabin.”

Shasta gave Bear one last rub and straightened up to follow Blake up the hill to the main house.  Off of the reception area where she’d been the day she’d arrived, a door opened onto a large storage room.  Near the door were several boxes filled with nonperishable food and other supplies.  Blake appeared from around a corner pulling an oversized wagon constructed of yellow wire mesh.  The rubber tires were large and knobby, giving the contraption an all-terrain appearance.

Together, Blake and Shasta loaded the cartons and bags onto the wagon.  Shasta ended up carrying two of the lighter ones in her arms as Blake pulled the wagon down the slope to the dock.  They took everything to the end of the dock, where the float plane was tied up.  Shasta set down the boxes she’d been carrying and looked to Blake.

“I’ll get in the plane.  If you can pass me the boxes one at a time, I’ll fit them into the tail section and we’ll be on our way.”  He opened the back door of the plane and climbed up, leaning down to take the first of the boxes from Shasta.

“What do you want next?” she called to him.

He appeared back in the doorway.  “How about that big one over there?”  He watched as Shasta leaned down to pick up the box he’d indicated, appreciating the way the yoga pants hugged the curves of her ass.  Keep focused, man.  There’s nothing but trouble there.

But his cock wasn’t interested in reason.  God bless yoga pants.  They’re like a push-up bra for your ass.

“Here you go,” she smiled up at him.

“Thanks.”  He disappeared again into the back of the plane.

“Aren’t you glad I’m here?” she asked.  “I mean, you’d be doing all this by yourself.  It would take you at least twice as long.”

“I would take me longer to load the plane, that’s true.”  He watched her pick up another carton.  “I’m glad you brought other shoes.  Those high heels you were wearing the other day would be useless.”

She handed him the box and rested her hands on her hips, smiling.  “Don’t hate on the pink Manolos.  They’re my power shoes.”

“Power shoes?” he laughed.

Shasta nodded.  “Pink Manolos, Donna Karan skirt, the Chanel blouse, fierce makeup…”  She pulled down her sunglasses.  “Prada shades.  It’s all part of the armor.  They make me invincible.”  She laughed lightly, but Blake had the impression she wasn’t joking.

“You look different than you did the day you came here.”  It was an honest observation.

She crossed her arms.  “Yeah, well, I didn’t bother with makeup today.  I figured I’d be safe from the cameras.”

“Cameras?”

“They always want to catch you without makeup, looking like crap.  Then they plaster it all over the internet.”  She shook her head in disgust.

He assessed her for a long second.  “You look better without all that makeup.  You don’t need it.”  He took the next box from her and disappeared again.

I’m aiming to launch Lost & Bound in the New Year.  Stay tuned right here for all the latest news and updates.

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Watch This Space–W. O. Cassity

dementia-praecox-book-cover-smallThis installment of Watch This Space is a change of pace.  ASPA author W. O. Cassity is a man of eclectic tastes and interests.  His debut novel, Heir of the Blood King was well-received.  Now, he’s writing a horror series called A Short Journey Into Darkness.  The first installment, Dementia  Praecox, releases today.

Here’s an excerpt:

Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877

Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam

London, England

Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased’s forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

  1. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

I’m totally digging the creep factor here.  Intrigued?  Here is the buy link for Dementia Praecox.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KQVSSHE

Just who is W. O Cassity?   W.O. Cassity grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley dreaming of new worlds fueled by his passions for writing and playing tabletop games with his friends. As an adult, he relocated to Nashville, Tennessee where he pursued a career in IT and Telecommunications, working for companies such as Dell Computer Corporation, Verizon Wireless and Asurion. Will returned to his childhood passions sharing those experiences with his children. He went on to release his debut novel, “Heir of the Blood King” which was well received. He also has an ongoing horror short story series, “A Short Journey Into Darkness”.  Will and his wife, Barbara, currently reside in Arkansas with their four children, three dogs and one very stinky cat.

Author W. O. Cassity was kind enough to answer Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  Here’s what he said.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 I like to immerse the reader into vividly detailed environments with a real-time feel of what’s happening in the story to enrich the reading experience. My preferred point of view is 3rd Person, limited perspective and I generally tell my stories in the past tense.

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

 I try to write everyday and I do most of my writing in the bedroom in the morning while pouring through a cup of coffee. A good number of my stories are related to impressions I had while dreaming, so this writing routine allows me to capture that dreamlike feel in my stories.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 My latest release is title Dementia Praecox and it explores a topic very dear to my heart: Mental illness. Dementia Praecox was the first clinical term used to describe the mental condition of schizophrenia, which plagued my maternal grandfather most of his life. I wanted to tell a story of a mad scientist in a gothic period story experimenting on patients in a cold, calculating manner. Obsessed with his goal to cure his beloved, the patients are treated like lab rats. In the end, Dr. Edgar Livingston accidentally succeeds in a way that unlocks the full potential of his patient’s mind, opening pathways that should remain closed in the real world.

4. What is your current project?

I’m working on a story tentatively titled, “A Guest In Solitude” with a poetry and prose inspired writing style similar to Poe’s “A Tell-Tale Heart”. It features an older man isolated in a rustic cabin whose solace is disrupted by a mysterious haunting voice whispering to him from under the front door.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

 I grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley and so, I’m a Southern by nature. I never quite fit into my community, so I have traveled and brought those experience back home.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

 I enjoy reading horror and fantasy stories, but my favorite novel is Frank Herbert’s Dune. The world building is immersive and the inner dialogue of the characters captured my imagination and left me with the feeling that I belonged in his beautiful, yet dark world.

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

 I enjoy gaming with my family and deep philosophical conversation, as well as spending time doing both with my wife and children.

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

 Even though I have no guilt, my obsession is chocolate even though I know it isn’t good for me.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

 Flying. Even as a young child, I immersed myself in dreams and during my waking hours, I was fascinated. Lucid dreaming allowed me to take charge in those wayward nightmares to put me in control of the situation. I would usually fly to escape my nightmarish dilemmas. This process also help me escape the cruel realities that occurred in my traumatic childhood.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

 Where isn’t as important as who I’m with. I want to be with my wife and children in a place that values freedom of expression.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

Neil Gaiman

12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

 politely ignore it.

Contact links for W. O. Cassity:

Author Blog:  www.wocassity.com
Author Twitter:  https://twitter.com/wocassity
Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/wocassity

Patreon Page: https://www.patreon.com/wocassity         
Goodreads Author:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13834500.W_O_Cassity