Watch This Space–She Marches Through Fire by A.M. Manay

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Color me excited!  She Marches Through Fire, the third and final novel of A.M. Manay’s November Snow trilogy, is just about to be released.  I’ve already read an advance copy, and it’s mind-blowing.  Here’s what it’s all about:

Psychic vampire November Snow must battle grief, injury, and her own family as she fights evil on all sides. She seeks a cure for the poison sapping her strength and a fairy weapon as powerful as it is dangerous to wield. When it is time to save the innocent and gain justice for her maker, will she find the strength to march through the fire?

As we count down the final days to the March 28th release of She Marches Through Fire, I wanted to share an excerpt with you.  As you can imagine, November gets into some pretty sticky situations in Book 3.  If you want to find out how this one turns out, you’d better get that pre-order in.  Happy reading!

November attempted to join the fight, but it was like swimming in syrup.  A burly, bearded vampire had his arm around her waist and a knife at her throat before she could even get the stake out of her boot.

“Drop it unless you want to lose the girl,” a gravelly voice warned Raina.  “Nobody else needs to die here.”

November shot Raina an apologetic look.  “Sorry.  I was too slow.”

“Not your fault, chère,” Raina absolved her.  “It’s the wound and the morphine.”  She placed her weapon carefully on the bedspread.  “What do you want?”

“Luka and whatever it is he’s here to get,” he replied.  He turned to his blond companion, a twitchy beanpole with a crew cut who put November in mind of a teenaged delinquent.  “Tucker, text Casey.  Tell him we’ve got them, but we lost Marcia.”

Tucker laid down his crossbow and pulled out a phone.

“You have made a grave error in judgment,” Raina warned them.

“Whatever, lady,” Tucker snorted.

“How long have you been a vampire, son?  Five minutes?” Raina retorted.  “That your maker, there?”  Tucker’s nervous glance at his leader answered both her questions.  “What kind of a maker takes his newborn to go after the most powerful creatures on the continent?  How many do you think he’s gone through before you?  How long did Marcia last?”

“Ignore her, Tuck.”

Tuck nodded anxiously and worried at his lip as he completed his text and awaited a reply.  “Frank, Casey says that if we don’t hear from him in 10 minutes, we should kill them.”

“Good luck with that,” Raina said, rolling her eyes.

Tucker picked up his crossbow and pointed it at Raina.  “I’m pretty sure I’ll manage,” he retorted.

“Don’t know why you’d want to,” November piped up.  “Frank, here, will probably just kill you after.  That’s what he usually does after a big score.  Gets rid of the babies, keeps their shares of the money.  Make new ones before the next major job.  Lather, rinse, repeat.”  As she spoke, she slowly slid her hand into the pocket of her hoodie.  “Isn’t that right, Frankie?”

“Shut up,” Frank growled.  He pressed the flat of his blade against November’s neck.  The silver burned her skin, but she didn’t even flinch.  “She’s just making up stories,” he told Tucker.

“Probably why he sent Marcia in first.  Cannon fodder,” Raina nodded, putting on a sad face.  “Shame.  You know who that is, there, right?  That’s November Snow.  The Oracle.  She’s never wrong.  Never.”

“The one Luka took?  The one from D.C.?” Tucker asked, voice cracking.  His head swiveled back and forth, bouncing from Frank to Raina and back again.

“Don’t listen to them,” Frank ordered.  “Don’t worry about what they’re saying.  I order you as your maker.”

Tucker’s face went blank, his eyes cloudy.  After a moment, he shook it off, and his brow furrowed once again.

“See.  He’s had so many progeny that he can’t even compel you.  You make too many, you see, it dilutes your blood magic.  You shook that command off so easily.  Got to have been an awful lot of them, wouldn’t you say, Raina?” November asked.

“Oh, dozens.  At least,” Raina agreed.  “Maybe a hundred.”

Tucker’s crossbow now pointed toward Frank rather than Raina.  He took a step toward his maker.  “What are they talking about?” he demanded.

“Keep it together, Tucker.  We won’t have to work for years if you just hold it together,” Frank urged.  He pulled his knife away from November and pointed it at his offspring, but he kept a tight grip on his captive, careful to keep her body between himself and Raina.

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Watch This Space–Spotlight on Jolie Mason

cry-havocOkay you guys.  Not long ago, I featured Jolie Mason’s latest book, Cry Havoc.  But I hadn’t actually finished reading it at the time of the post.  Now that I have, it deserves another spotlight, because it’s just that good!

Here’s my review from Amazon:

As a huge fan of Jolie Mason, I was super excited when I found out that she has a new series. In Cry Havoc, Aiden Simeon is a very young man with a load of responsibilities, not the least of which is the care of his ad hoc family, three orphaned kids for whom he strives to provide. He’s working as a tech with the Lancers, a fact which pleases me to no end–I loved Mason’s 47th Lancers series, and I’m thrilled that she’s brought back some of those characters.

Cry Havoc is fast-paced sci-fi, but it has heartbreaking moments and a deeply character-driven core. Take it from me, you will want in on the ground floor of Jolie Mason’s new War in the Stars series. Can’t wait for the next installment–5 BIG STARS!

Jolie Mason was kind enough to stop by my little blog and answer Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  So get to know this talented sci-fi romance author.  Who knew she’s into menage books, just like me?  (*cough*  Paging Nia Farrell.  *cough*)

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 Scifi romance and young adult scifi

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?

 My muses in my genre ( there are many others) are Anna Hackett and Cynthia Sax. Also, AR Declerck, oh, how I love her prose. No one writes prose the way she can. I am most inspired by reading and music.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 Cry Havoc. The first in a series of straight up scifi aimed at younger adults. It’s about so many things; family, loyalty, robots gone horribly awry.

4. What is your current project?

 I am currently plugging away at the second in my Brother Assassins series, Brother’s Keeper.

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

 Southeast Missouri, right on the river. RIGHT on the river.

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

 Mostly I read future and past. lol. I devour SFR like it’s going out of style, but I also pick up the occasional Paranormal romance and Historicals. Jane Eyre is my go to. I’ve read it probably thirty times in my life, and have multiple highlighted copies around here somewhere.

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

 Karaoke keeps me sane, as I struggle with three kids entering the dreaded teen years.

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

Menage books. I have a serious weakness for erotica sometimes, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

 As a scifi writer, this is a more serious question than you might suppose. We contemplate this kind of stuff. I would most love to be able to turn invisible at will. Flying would just get me killed. I do NOT want to read the thoughts of random strangers. OMG. There are too many side effects to almost everything psychic, so I would choose sneaky because it has practical applications.

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

 Anywhere? I’d build one of those treehouses like you see on PBS. The kind that are like mansions and have wifi. Then, I’d probably build another and end up with some strange artist’s commune because I cannot stop when I love something.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

 I don’t know. I get freaked when I know someone’s read it. I wonder endlessly what they thought, so usually I don’t want to know. lol

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

politely ignore it.
stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.
mention it to airport personnel.

tuck it away for use in a future book.

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Watch This Space–Jolie Mason’s Cry Havoc

Image result for jolie mason cry havocI’m so excited, and if you love sci-fi with plenty of action, heart, and romance, you’ll be excited, too.

Jolie Mason has a brand new release called Cry Havoc.  And one reason I’m thrilled is that she’s brought back the Lancers, who I thought we’d seen the last of after the finale of the Redemption series.  I was never happier to be wrong.

So what is Cry Havoc about?  Here’s the blurb:

Aiden Simeon hasn’t had a normal life. That’s how he became a tech with a mercenary group on Havoc Station, one of the roughest places in the galaxy. He’s inherited the responsibility of three other kids, while he’s still just a kid himself. The Lancers are the only ticket out of the system, and he intends they’ll be on that transport when they go.

Provided, of course, he can solve the problem of a cyber attack on the station, survive the war with a new and overwhelming enemy, and learn how to fit in an evolving world where nothing can stay the same.

I’ve already started reading it.  Be assured, when I finish it, I’ll publish a full review, but I’ve got to tell you, I’m so loving this book!

How about a sneak peek?

Station’s klaxon sounded all through the security room. “What was that?” Luca asked him tensely.

He accessed the station’s interface. The holo image that was Havoc stood before him dressed in simple white and looking visibly upset, which was damned unnerving.

“Aiden Simeon. There is no way to stop them,” the AI stated.

“Stop who?”

“There is a private security detail from the Halcyon in dock at CT335. They are firing into the crowd on the concourse.”

He stared at the interface’s all too human reaction. “Shut it down. Override.”

“I cannot, Aiden Simeon. They are not responding to outside protocols.”

Luca pulled a sidearm. “They’ll respond to pulse fire.”

He nodded. “That’s the only option. Havoc, alert the 47th. Don’t send your own drones. Leave them inactive. The last thing we need is a war on the concourse.”

He and Luca headed for the open area of the concourse where they could hear the commotion of energy weapons discharging and people running and screaming. Aiden and Luca hugged the walls until they could see the unit of security droids ahead firing on anyone human. He heard Luca’s quickly drawn breath.

“Oh, my gods. Those are security droids? They look like mechs.”

They were big, no question there. Aiden looked around and tapped Luca on the shoulder. There was a security station to their right. “How’s that clearance? Still higher than mine?”

She followed his gaze and nodded.

“Let’s go shopping first then. What do you say?”

He smiled for the first time in what felt like forever as they stayed low and tried to stay invisible among the mass of running lifeforms trapped in the concourse. Making their way quickly through the security office, Luca headed straight for the armory vault, entered a code, and pulled the long cabinet out with a clang.

Aiden didn’t wait even a second. He grabbed one of the more powerful rifles in the back and checked the charge. He threw the strap over his shoulder, grabbing for two extra charge packs and stuffing them in his vest pockets. He grabbed two stunners, handing one to Luca.

She stared at it dubiously, until he said, “Aim it at their control panel, lower left side.”

She nodded and stuck the stunner in the back of her pants. “Okay, got what you want?”

At his nod, she slammed the cabinet shut and they headed back out into the fray. They stayed low taking in the mess that was the concourse.

The droids had already killed dozens, crashed a transport in the hub, and destroyed two restaurants and a storefront. Shards and twisted metal littered the floor. They each took cover behind a hulking drone maintenance station.

Two of the machines occupied the now empty space before them, shining in the glinting station lights and alert for any movement.

They stood taller than any security drones he’d ever seen before. The most disturbing part of the pair was that they appeared to be communicating, at one in purpose, and working together. Mech networking was supposed to be for sharing battle data and enemy position, not for making behavioral decisions.

Aiden peeked out again to see one droid appear to relay an order to the other with a hand gesture. He waved to catch Luca’s eye.

Then, Aiden gestured to the other side of the concourse where there was limited cover. He let Luca know he was heading for that small area of cover, to try and get into a flanking position. She shook her head vigorously.

He had to admit, it was a long way. Holding his rifle in both hands, he gestured the gun toward the two droids, telling her without words that it was her job to fire on the mechs and let him get there. She rolled her eyes at him.

Aiden felt his heart pounding as he pointed the rifle up and took a deep breath. He nodded one time before running from the cover of the bulky metal structure, hearing Luca’s flurry of fire behind him. He slid into cover feeling a sting run up his left leg. He didn’t acknowledge the pain, but instead lifted the rifle to fire on the two machines. He’d chosen this rifle for a reason.

The package concealed a kick.

It had a snub nosed design that deceived. It looked like a much weaker weapon, but anyone who knew weapons knew this one would cut through four feet of bulkhead. He fired taking the closest droids head off, while the other one mistakenly focused on Luca who wasn’t holding the gun that was the greatest threat. Aiden hit the charge again, checking to see how many more shots before reload.

He was a good shot. The rifle could fire on this pack twice more. It would be enough. He lifted it carefully, blocking out the sight of Luca doing her best to keep out of the metal beast’s line of fire. He breathed in deeply then pulled the trigger. A moment after, the massive droid collapsed as his right leg was blown from beneath him. He crumpled to the deck, a useless hulk of metal.

Luca emerged from her hiding place to stand over the fallen giant and fire her pulse into its hardly human-like face. It stopped moving entirely. Aiden moved out of cover to stare at the thing, lying on its side. For a mech, it was very fluid in design, but clearly machine, not meant to mimic a human at all.

“There are more somewhere,” Luca said breathing heavily.

Aiden nodded. “I’ve been patched in. The MI teams are moving on them now. There are two more. The Halcyon is reporting heavy casualties. There are more on board that are attempting to take over the ship’s internal systems. Once the station’s secure, the Lancers are planning to retake the Halcyon.”

“They have to.” Luca touched her comm. “Two Zero Comm, this is the XO. Train weapons on the Halcyon. If she undocks, pursue and destroy. And, please, try not to blow up the station in the process.”

She smiled at whatever was said on the encrypted comm. “I appreciate it, old man.”

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Heart-pounding sci-fi action, characters you love, romance…  What more could you ask for?  How about the link to buy Cry Havoc?  Done!  http://amzn.to/2jdKn9d

Now meet the intrepid Jolie Mason:

Image result for jolie masonJolie Mason lives, works and plays on the mighty Mississippi in the infamous New Madrid, Missouri. Coming home again has allowed her time to write and chase the dream she’s always harbored in her heart, making people smile with future fairytales.

Jolie has been a fangirl to almost every scifi franchise out in her lifetime, and follows every possible scifi romance author out there. Nothing has ever captured her attention like scifi, and she’s put all that day dreaming to good use.

She began publishing Home in the Stars in 2015, and has since added a novella series called the 47th Lancers to that number. Jolie is currently working on two brand new scifi romance series, including the Brother Assassins.

Jolie Mason can be found here:

Web site: https://joliemasonblog.wordpress.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jolie-Mason/e/B00ZBCUB0Q/
Twitter: @Rwjoliemason
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scifichickjmason/
Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14054623.Jolie_Mason

Weekend Excerpt–Ransoming Redemption

We’re a week away from Christmas and there’s a festive feeling in the air.  I’m sending warm holiday wishes your way.  May you enjoy your time with family and friends.  And may you find a little time for yourself in the midst of all the merriment.  Maybe time to indulge in some sexy romance.

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This weekend’s excerpt is from Ransoming Redemption, the final novel in the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy.  And I couldn’t resist this Christmas scene.  I hope you enjoy!

Michael glanced around his living room and sighed deeply as an unfamiliar wave of contentment washed over him.  He’d missed the Orphans and Misfits since he and Maggie had parted ways and had forgotten how much he’d enjoyed being in the midst of all the joyful chaos.

After their late-afternoon buffet-style dinner, the handful of children in attendance opened their gifts.  Then Ben headed up the annual gift exchange, handing out numbers and presiding over the picks and swaps.  Maggie and some of the others set out dessert on the dining room table and made sure that the bar was stocked with plenty of cups and ice so that everyone felt free to help themselves.

Ensconced in his spot close to the windows at the far end of the huge leather sectional, Michael realized that everywhere he looked, he saw people who were connected in some way to himself or Maggie or both.  Rance, Jason and a few more were out on the terrace taking in the view.  A handful of others watched a football game on television.  Across the room, Nate and Ben chatted with a petite blonde woman.

That’s Casey, Maggie’s friend from law school, he reminded himself.  Casey’s husband John was on the floor in front of the Christmas tree with their little boy, putting together something with Legos.  Closer to Michael, sitting on the floor leaning against the sectional, Maggie was playing a game of peek-a-boo with a toddler who was sitting on her lap.

That must be Casey’s daughter, he thought, judging by the little girl’s nearly white blonde hair.  In his mind’s eye, he saw Maggie playing the game with a red haired child, and he smiled contentedly.  It’s all coming together.  

Veronica slid onto the sofa beside him.  “You’re looking awfully pleased with yourself.”

Michael grinned.  “That’s because when you’re good, you’re good.  And I’m good.”  He winked at her.

“And oh, so humble,” she purred, fixing him with a mocking exasperated smirk.

Casey joined Maggie on the floor.  “How’s Princess Nastypants doing?” she asked, taking her daughter from Maggie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, this is the sweetest child,” Maggie said, laughing.

“Well, she’s momentarily charmed by her Aunt Maggie, but don’t let her fool you.  We’re up to our eyeballs in the ‘terrible twos.’ ”

Afternoon blended into evening as dusk fell, and Maggie noticed that not only had no one left, they all looked as though they were settling in for a long stay, some even helping themselves to plates of leftovers.

“How are you feeling, Michael?” she asked, squatting beside him.  “Should I start shooing people out of here?”

“Don’t be silly, Mags,” he said, flashing his best Michael Rannigan grin.  “Everybody’s enjoying themselves.  This is the nicest Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”

She looked up at him and smiled, squeezing his hand.  “I’m really glad.”

As she made her way back to the kitchen, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Finally.  Bobby had called early in the morning and they’d chatted briefly, but they hadn’t had another chance to talk all day.

“Hey there, cher,” he greeted her.  “How’s my best girl?”

Maggie laughed into the phone.  “I’m better now.  I’ve missed you all day, but I know you were busy.  We’ve been busy here, too, come to that.”  She walked down the hallway for more privacy.

“Would you believe that everyone is still at Michael’s?” she whispered.  “Nobody has left yet.”

“No?”

“I asked Michael if I should start moving them along, but he seems happy to have them.”

Bobby laughed.  “It sounds like you throw a hell of a party.  Nobody wants to leave.”

“How was your day?  Did Savannah like her present?”  Maggie had sent Bobby with a portable artist’s kit to give the little girl.

“She just loved it.”  Maggie could hear the smile in his voice.  “That child had more stuff by the end of the morning than you would believe.”

Maggie laughed happily.  “Well, good.  I’m so glad.”  She sighed.  “I just wish you were here.”

“Me too, cher, believe me.”

“Do I need to let you go?” she asked.

“Yeah, I should probably get off the phone.”

“Okay, then,” she breathed.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Maggie.  I’ll see you soon.”

Maggie disconnected and made her way back down the hallway towards the living room which was as full of people as ever.  It seemed less than fair somehow that everyone had someone with them today.  Casey had John, Ben had Nate, Rance had Jason, hell, even Michael had Veronica   Whatever happened to the Orphans and Misfits?  She knew she was being petty and tried to shrug it off.

Across the room, Michael looked tired and he was using his oxygen again.  She wondered briefly whether she should just start moving people along in spite of what he’d said.  A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

“Hey Mags, could you get that?” Michael asked.

Sighing to herself, she crossed to the door, wondering who’d locked themselves out.  She didn’t notice that as she swung open the door the room fell silent.

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“Merry Christmas, cher.”

Momentarily speechless, she froze for second before launching herself into Bobby’s arms.  He had to take a step back to keep from falling.

“Well, I’m glad to see you, too,” he laughed.

Through tears, she sputtered, “But…I mean, what…How did you…”

“Calm down,” he laughed as he carried her into the room.  “Merry Christmas, everybody.”  Bobby gently set Maggie down, and she gripped his hand in hers, unwilling to lose contact with him.

Casey brought a plate of food from the kitchen.  “Hi, I’m Casey.  I figured you were probably hungry.”

Bobby bestowed on her his best lop-sided grin.  “Nice to meet you, Casey.  I’m Bobby.  And thanks, I am pretty hungry.”  He took a seat on the end of the sectional, nodding at Michael.  “Merry Christmas, man.”

Michael smiled, his eyes crinkling.  “Merry Christmas, Beau.  Glad you could join us.”

As Bobby ate, Maggie introduced him to those he hadn’t met.  While everyone went back to their own conversations, she peppered him with questions.  “What happened?  Did you really call me from the hall?  Why did you come back tonight?  I thought you were staying in Louisiana for a couple more days.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he grinned.

“Well…you did.  I’m so glad.”

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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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Weekend Excerpt–Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over

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Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over is the story of sassy ginger television journalist Bella Grant and her sexy photographer and co-producer Luke McGillicutty as they travel the world producing a new television travel program.

Here’s this weekend’s excerpt:

Luke arrived at the airport slightly hung over.  Should have known better than to go out drinking with Charlie, he thought.  The two men had barhopped for a while, finally landing at Luke’s favorite Manhattan pub, Paddy Reilly’s on the lower east side.  They’d been in luck and caught the Prodigals’ set at eleven.

Charlie had been in chat mode all evening.  “So tell me about the dame you were with when I called you that day,” he probed.

Luke rolled his eyes.  “Just some chick from a bar.  I don’t know.  What do you want me to say?”

“What you need is to find a nice girl, settle down,” Charlie slurred.  “Bella is a nice girl.”

“Bella?” Luke asked.

“Aw, dammit, I didn’t mean for you to know her name before you met her,” Charlie shook his head.  “Bourbon loosens my lips.”  He blew a raspberry for emphasis.

Luke had felt a flash of irritation at the notion of settling down.  “I’ve been married, and you saw how that turned out.”

“You married a girl named Tiffany.  That’s a stripper’s name.  You shoulda known that would go down in flames,” Charlie reasoned with boozy confidence.

“How about this?  How about you find a nice girl and settle down.  Elizabeth’s been gone for, what, five years?”  Luke regretted the words as soon as they left his lips.  Charlie’s wife Elizabeth had been the nicest person, bar none, Luke had ever met.  He still donated to breast cancer charities in her memory.

“Nope,” Charlie shook his head.  “Elizabeth was the love of my life.  There will never be anyone else for me.  That’s what you need, my boy,” Charlie stabbed a bony finger into Luke’s chest.  “You need to find the love of your life.”

Some night, last night.  As soon as Luke entered the airport lounge, he ordered a Scotch.  Hair of the dog and all that.

Now he was sitting here waiting for some travel show host chick.  To go, he knew not where.  They were supposed to meet in the First Class Lounge and await Charlie’s call.  What the fuck?!  Why all the bullshit cloak and dagger business?  Luke checked his watch.  It wasn’t too late to hop a plane back to Tampa.  He could be wasted away and looking for his lost shaker of salt by happy hour.

Women are always late, he fumed.  Why did I agree to this?  Dragging some whiny-ass princess around the world for three months?  He imagined a prissy female voice complaining, “I broke a nail!  Where can I plug in my blow dryer?  I’m not eating that!”  I must have lost my mind…

The door to the lounge opened and in walked a stunning redhead.  The sunlight streaming into the room from the high windows across the way just caught her from behind, lighting up her auburn curls as if they were on fire.  He watched her glance around the room, soft brown eyes searching for someone.  She walked past without looking his way, then stopped, unsure.

“Bella?” he asked, before he could stop himself.  She turned, surprised, then she smiled, reaching to shake his hand.

“Hello!  Bella.  Isabella. Um, just Bella. Grant.  And you are?”

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Watch This Space–Patient Lee

I am a huge fan of author Patient Lee.  I’ve read many of her books.  I like to think of her as an equal opportunity erotica writer.  She calls her work erotic realism, “stories about everyday people, infused with the erotic.”

I’ll tell you what I love about her books.  Patient Lee has a knack for writing characters we feel for, into whose skin we can slip and walk around for a while, experiencing what it is to be them.  I’ve never been a gay man, but after reading some of her stories, I can see things from the perspective of one.  This is what makes her books so important, so relevant.

The divine Patient Lee has put together some of her hottest M/M tales into one sexy volume called Out.  What is Out?  It’s five erotic stories of different stages of self-discovery.

Come with a Friend ~  An eighteen-old-man with a tragic life and a history of being bullied reconnects with a childhood friend who cooks up a scheme to take revenge on the bully of their youth. But is revenge the real reason for Jason wearing a gown to the prom? Or could it be love?

Christmas in JulyStraight-guy Sam spends a weekend in a campground to entice his kids to hang out with him for Christmas in July. His ex-wife cuts the weekend short, leaving him plenty of time to hang out with Larry, the fortysomething gay man in the camper next door. Beer and Larry’s mildly dominant personality leads them into his camper. And then his bedroom.

Come on Down ~  While fooling around with the much younger Caylin, James has a flashback to a gay experience when he was younger, prompting his girlfriend to arrange a threesome with an old friend. How far will James go with another man this time?

Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes ~   Inspired by the song Midnight Train to Georgia, Carson travels to Alaska to try crab fishing, but the Lost Agnes is too much for him. He meets Artie, a deckhand, and they fall hard and fast for each other. When life on the Bering Sea threatens to swallow him up, Carson returns to Georgia, to the life he knows. But Artie can’t live without him. He has to choose life on a crab boat or life with Carson in Georgia.

Love and a Hate Crime ~  Thad is twenty, but he’s slow. When his bully, Jimmy, tells him to “fuck up the queers,” the gay couple in their 60s who live down the block, Thad trusts that in return, Jimmy will leave him alone. When he breaks into their house, he witnesses the couple making love, arousing him and terrifying him at the same time. What if Thad is queer too?

How about a naughty excerpt?

Greenhorn made the first move. He sat next to me on my bunk and put his hands in my hair. He slid them into my beard and pulled me toward him. I opened my mouth before his lips touched mine, and I slipped my arm around his shoulders. I ran my other palm along his stubble like I wanted to that first time we sat in this room talkin’. I smiled because it tickled, but kept kissin’ him anyway.

“Okay,” I whispered between kisses. “Maybe just a little kissin’.”

He moaned into my mouth and dropped one hand into my lap. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my cock. I was wearing loose sweats to sleep in, and he got a good grip right from the start. After three or four pumps of his fist, I could feel the wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum.

He slipped his hand into my pants, and I swore that I was gonna shoot right there when his smooth palm slid down the length of me. I moaned and adjusted my hips so that I could pull my sweats down around my ankles. His hand was as soft as it looked. Not calloused, like mine.

Carson got to his knees in front of me. I wanted to stop him. I had to tell him it was a bad idea. That we’d both get thrown off the boat if anybody walked in and saw us. I couldn’t make my mouth form the words in time though. His blue eyes looked up at me, and alls I could do was put my hands in his hair and hope the guys were still sittin’ at the table in the bar, gettin’ plastered and startin’ a fight. He smiled around my cock and started to blow me.

At first, he just sucked, letting his head bob into my lap. I forgot how warm and wet a mouth felt on my cock. Then he licked up and down my shaft, over and over while he sucked me. I shuddered. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long.

Over a fuckin’ year. It’d just been too long since the last time my dick was in somebody’s mouth.

He was a good cocksucker. Skilled for a young guy. He could take me all the way to the back of his mouth, and still stick out his tongue to lick my balls. His hands caressed my thighs and my ass cheeks while his tongue traced circles around the mushroom at the top.

My hips bucked, and I mussed his hair up while I held onto his head. I pumped in time with his suction, and my balls tightened up.

“Oh, my god, kid,” I said, trying to be quiet. “I ain’t gonna last much longer.”

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Patient Lee writes erotic realism—stories about everyday people, infused with the erotic. She works full-time and has a husband and three children. She writes when she can, sometimes balancing the laptop on her knees and the cat on her arm. She enjoys her seasonal camp site in the summer, spending many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping Chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.

Contact Patient Lee:

Pre-Order at Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ab4QUW

Email:  hurricanesnowball@gmail.com

Web site:  http://www.patientlee.com

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Patient-Lee/e/B00XFU42WE/

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Snapchat: patient_lee

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/patientlee

Goodreads Book Link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31223460-b01j09jl4c

Blog:  http://www.patientleewriting.blogspot.com

Trailer: https://youtu.be/vpMdyonZD0M

 

Watch This Space–Interview With Eeva Lancaster

Eeva LancasterEeva Lancaster wears many hats.  Her bio on Google+ describes her as a “writer, editor, book designer” and I’m honored to say she designed the covers for Rannigan’s Redemption.

She’s the author of several books, she’s a freelance writer, she’s the owner of the Google+ community Alliance of Self Published Authors, and she’s the creative force behind The Book Khaleesi.  Recently, Eeva responded to Pandora’s Dirty Dozen survey.

Meet Eeva Lancaster.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

I write mainly non-fiction books. I started off with a poetry book and then my Now What? series. There are so many books in my head. Right now there are 5, but I haven’t found time to write them. I like talking about the elephant in the room. The obvious that few pay attention to. The writing on the wall that we many don’t bother to read. I talk to my readers and get really personal. Since I write from experience, there’s nothing hesitant about my writing. It’s blunt, it’s sarcastic, ironic and real.

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 get my best ideas from life and people. Honestly, I don’t have a process. One day, I’ll just decide to finish a book, and I sit down and write non-stop. I’ve been a ghostwriter for years, I’m used to cramming. But then I write non-fiction, so my writing process is simpler than those of fiction writers. Research and time = book.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

My last release was You want to be an Online Freelancer… Now What? A guide for people who want to venture into freelancing. It’s based from my own experience. What worked and some of the issues I encountered, and tips and other stuff that can help freelancers succeed. I’m a freelancer first, and an author second. So, there will be more freelancing books in the future. In the pipeline, I have Love Has a Reason. I was planning on a February release, but I should’ve known better. It’s the first of my Happy Ever After series which will mainly discuss relationships. This book debunks the myth of unconditional love. Oh yeah, I haven’t even written it yet and people are already objecting when they see the subtitle on the cover. It will be interesting.

4. What is your current project?

I’m focusing on my author services site The Book Khaleesi. I’ll be adding a pre-made book cover section soon. Aside from that, I’m editing 3 books simultaneously…. and formatting… and doing covers… busy busy.

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

Home is The Philippines, happily living in the suburbs with my husband, dog and turtles.

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

Supernatural/Fantasy are my favorite genres. But my all-time fave book is Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. This book shaped my personality. I love the idea that life is not about suffering or sacrifice. It’s about exaltation and doing your best and expecting only what you deserve. About love as a look-up and not a falling down… It’s a wonderful story about how all the thinkers and doers pulled back from society and left the leeches and incompetents to run it.It’s also a love story that is so raw and real, it’s unique. Read it some time. 🙂

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

Just being with my husband. Doing whatever… sometimes we get so busy with other things, you know….

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

Getting a massage. When I’m sad, go to the spa. Happy? Celebrate at the spa. So many excuses to feel pampered and cared for.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

At the top of my head I’d say, Read Minds. But on second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be half as fun as I imagine. So, I’d go for…. time travel. So I don’t have to be trapped in situations. I could go back and forth where I’m happiest. That would be cool.

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

A beach house anywhere. I like living in The Philippines. I don’t dream of living abroad.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

OPRAH

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

politely ignore it.
stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.

mention it to airport personnel.

tuck it away for use in a future book.

Other :

You can check out books by Eeva Lancaster on her Amazon Author Page.  You can also find her on Google+.

Watch This Space–Interview With Fionna Guillaume

Erotic romance author Fionna Guillaume, member of the Alliance of Self Published Authors, was kind enough to answer my interview questionnaire, Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  Get to know Fionna Guillaume.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 I absolutely love books. All sorts of genres appeal to me, and I feel like my writing reflects my varied reading appetite. My work is all erotic, for sure, but the priority is the story. Rich description and long, curling paragraphs often find a place in my writing, inspired by masters of long ago. Mostly, though, I just want to tell a great story – with plenty of sexy parts!

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 write on my laptop. Usually after work, with a mug of tea or a glass of wine, depending on my mood. With my husband playing a video game on his computer in the same room. Not particularly charming, but there it is! I’m a linear writer, I suppose; I start at the beginning, and keep writing until I get to the end. Then, I stop. 🙂 (And edit, but that’s another story.) This means the story may change and develop differently than I originally imagined in my daydreams. But that’s the fun of it!

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 I just completed a new novella called Tokyo: A Job With A View. It’s erotica, naturally, but written in the style of a travelogue. Inspired by the year and a half I lived in Japan, it reveals some of Tokyo’s charming attractions and cultural tidbits. It was such fun to relive my experiences there! And, you know, add in all sorts of fun, sexy bits. This is intended to be the first in A Job With A View series. (Next up: Paris!)

4. What is your current project?

I’m working on something a little different these days. It’s an idea I’d been mulling over for years, and finally felt ready to tackle. Using my deck of handmade Tarot cards, I am working through the Major Arcana (a set of 22 cards), and using them as a guide to write my story. The cards give me a theme, a mood, or a direction for each chapter, and I never know in advance quite what will come next. It’s an interesting challenge – and fun! Plus, I’m starting to really get into this story. For this on, I’ve decided to release each chapter on Wattpad as I go along, since every card builds on the previous one. Of course, I’ve had to edit the really fun bits out – Wattpad poo-poo’s erotica for fun’s sake – but never fear! They’l reappear in the final, published eBook version.

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

 I am fortunate to live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Seattle, Washington, to be exact. I find the rainy weather and cloudy skies, plus the extravagant natural beauty of the region, a perfect combination for indoorsy writing and outdoorsy inspiration.

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

 I can never answer this question! My book diet is very diverse. You can catch me reading memoir, Classics, fantasy or SciFi, nonfiction, historical fiction, YA, romance, contemporary literary fiction… well, pretty much everything except the Encyclopedia. And probably I’ve read some of that, too. Basically, I have no favorite book. But some books linger on my shelf forever, begging to be read again. Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, is one of these. It’s sexy, thoughtful, smart, unique, and hilarious – everything I look for in a book.

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

Depends on the weather! Maybe out in the garden, walking or hiking, or enjoying time with friends. I’m never without a book, though. My goodness, what would I do with my time if I wasn’t reading and writing?

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

 Hehehee – I’m limited by keeping this one PC! Gummy candy, that’s a pretty guilty pleasure of mine. I can demolish a bag of gummies in one sitting, and only feel moderately guilty about it.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

Time travel, for sure. I would love being able to hop back and forth through time, visit historical places, chat with the movers and shakers of their time, and then zip on home to settle on the couch with a movie and a mug of tea.

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

Well, I kind of have chosen – Seattle! I’ve had the good fortune to live all around the world, and I came right back home. Guess I must love it here!

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

Tamora Pierce. I loved her as a young reader, and she sticks in my mind as a masterful author. Her stories are thrilling and empowering, especially for girls. Wonder if she’d like girl-power erotica, too?

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

A. politely ignore it.

B. stop what you’re doing and watch with rapt attention.

C. mention it to airport personnel.

D. tuck it away for use in a future book.

*E. Other : 

probably laugh about it to myself. Yeah, I can be that way.

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The latest release from Fionna Guillaume is Tokyo: A Job With A View.  Check out the blurb for this sexy book.

After a brief but torrid affair with her boss, Cassidy finds herself out of a job. And unlikely to find another one in the entire state of California. With $300 in her bank account and nowhere else to turn, she eagerly accepts an interview with a mysterious company named A Job With A View. Soon she learns that this company specializes in short-term contracts abroad, for administrative assistants willing to accept other duties as well. Duties of the sexual kind.

Cassidy accepts – not like she has much choice – and finds herself in Tokyo, Japan. There, she discovers the beauty of a city both ancient and modern, futuristic and traditional. Through it all she begins to understand the gift that has been offered to her… and how she can pay it back.

With all the spice of contemporary erotica and the rich description of travelogue. Tokyo: A Job With A View is a sexy trip to Japan’s inimitable capital.

You can get Tokyo: A Job With A View at Amazon.

Watch This Space–G. S. Bailey

I’ve been in promo-mode for the last few weeks with the release of my new book, Rannigan’s Redemption, so I’ve been lax with posting much of anything else.  BUT!  I recently read a really cool book I want to tell you about.

Australian G. S. Bailey is the author of a whole slew of mystery and suspense novels, all with a steamy dose of romance on the side.  I’ve been wanting to read something of his for some time and I finally read his new book, Kangaroo Crossing.  I was not disappointed.  Here’s my review.

Steamy Romantic Mystery

Kangaroo Crossing is Book 5 of author G.S. Bailey’s Mystery Loves Romance series. Journalist Blake is a confirmed city boy. He’s also a player, content to entertain himself with casual hook-ups and one-night stands rather than risk having his heart broken again.
Madeline runs her family’s cattle station in the outback about as far away from the big city as one can get. She and her family are still reeling from the yet unsolved murder of Maddy’s mother years before. While she’s happy with her simple country life, she wouldn’t mind finding a man to share it with.
Their worlds collide when Blake is assigned to look into new evidence in the case of Madeline’s mother and several other cold cases. He’s gentleman enough to know he shouldn’t trifle with her heart. But is it really trifling if he’s falling for her?
I loved this book. The author takes us with him on a trip into the Australian outback, weaving together awe of Mother Nature and terrific suspense. And he builds incredible sexual tension between the main characters. I haven’t read the other books in this series and that’s okay because they’re all stand-alone. But I think I know what goes next on my To-Read list.

Check out Kangaroo Crossing and other steamy mysteries by G. S. Bailey!