Exciting News!

Hehehe, I’m so excited!  RESISTING RISK, the first book in the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy, is now LIVE, and for FREE, on a hot new platform.

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Bellesa is a classy, sex-positive website created exclusively with women in mind.  Looking for a little something to rev your engine?  And tired of those tacky, in-your-face porn sites for men?

Head on over to Bellesa.  They have HOT videos (and they’re FREE), and they have a library of erotic stories, which is where RESISTING RISK comes in.  I’m beyond honored that they deemed my story worthy of being included.

So check it out.  And pardon my happy dance!

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.

She Marches Through Fire is available for pre-order:

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Watch the Book Trailer here:

What?  You haven’t read the first two November Snow books, She Dies at the End and She Lights Up the Dark?  Now’s your chance!

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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.

Now run, don’t walk, to get your copy of Cry Havoc.  Get in on the ground floor of this exciting new series!

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Weekend Excerpt–Running Rogue

Last week, the first of the Rannigan’s Redemption trilogy, Resisting Risk, was available for free on iTunes, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo, as part of a holiday romance promotion.  It’s back to normal now, but I hope you were able to take advantage of the giveaway.

This week’s excerpt features a snippet from the second book, Running Rogue.  Michael and Maggie have parted ways, only to find themselves drawn together again a few years later after he receives some devastating news.  Doubting her judgement when it comes to men, Maggie decides that she’s probably better off alone.

rannigan2Maggie strode purposefully across the lobby of Michael’s building.  It had been a shit week and knowing that she had to work all weekend to make up for what she’d missed, all she wanted to do was to check in on Michael, deliver his soup, and head home to a nice hot bath and a large glass of wine.  Ahead of her a man was just stepping into the elevator and she increased her pace, hoping to make it before the doors closed.  He turned and their eyes met just as the doors slid shut.

“Well, shit!” she muttered, juggling her purse, her brief case, and the bag from the deli.  Just then the doors slid back open.

“Sorry about that,” the man said, “I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”  He held open the door as she stepped in and turned around.  “What floor?”

Maggie glanced up at him.  He was tall with broad shoulders, muscular without being muscle-bound, with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes framed by the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man.  She’d noticed a bit of a drawl when he spoke.  Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he’d apparently been working out in the gym.  He stood beaming at her with a boyish grin on his face and he seemed to be waiting for her.  She realized she was staring.

Oh, shit!  What floor?  “Oh, sorry, um, twenty-one, please.”

He grinned again.  “Twenty-one.  That’s my floor, too.”  He held out a hand.  “I’ve only been here a couple of months.  We haven’t met yet.  I’m Bobby.”

Maggie shifted the deli bag and grasped his hand.  “Um, I’m Maggie.  I don’t actually live here.  I’m visiting a friend.”  She paused.  “Do you know Michael in 2101?”

Bobby’s eyes widened and he took a step back.  “Oh.  You’re one of Michael’s girls.”

Maggie frowned.  “No.  I am absolutely not one of Michael’s girls.  Nope.  Not me.  No way.”  She shook her head emphatically.

Bobby grinned wryly.  “So you’re not one of Michael’s girls.”

She felt her face flush.  “I’ve known Michael for a long time.  We used to work together.  He’s a little…under the weather, and I told him I’d stop by, bring him some soup.”  She held up the deli bag for emphasis.

He flashed the boyish grin, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.  Maggie felt her pulse race and a warm flush crept up her neck.  What the hell?

“So you’re a lawyer.”

She nodded.  “Yep.  Sorry.”

“Why sorry?”

“Everybody hates lawyers,” she replied as the elevator doors opened on the twenty-first floor.  She stepped out into the hallway and immediately went down hard on her left knee.

“Motherfucker!” she cried out.

Bobby was beside her instantly.  “Are you alright?  What happened?”

Maggie looked around.  “My shoe.”  The heel of her right shoe was caught in the space between the elevator and the hallway.  It had snapped off as she stepped forward.  Bobby grabbed it before the doors closed, then gently took her arm and helped her up.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m alright, really,” she replied shakily.  Blood was dripping from her knee and running in rivulets all the way down her shin.

“You banged up your knee.”

“But I saved the soup, so there’s that,” she quipped.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her down the hall, stopping at a door.  “This is me,” he said.  “Come in and let me at least bandage you up.”  Maggie regarded him warily.

“I’m not an axe murderer, I promise,” he laughed.

She frowned.  “Isn’t that exactly what an axe murderer would say?” she said as he unlocked the door.

“Tell you what–we’ll leave the door open.  You can sit right here.”  He pointed to a bench in the foyer.  “If I make any sudden moves you can run for it,” he chuckled.

Sheepishly, Maggie sank onto the bench.  Truthfully, her knee hurt.  She set down her things and glanced up at him.  “Thanks,” she said quietly.

Bobby smiled and gestured to his right.  “I’ll just…go get my axe.”

She could hear him in another room rummaging around through something.  She removed her broken shoe and held up the dismembered heel.  It had come clean off the sole.  An image flashed through her mind of the shoe repair shop just around the corner from her apartment.

“I can fix that for you.”  Startled, she looked up.  Bobby had returned with first aid supplies.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said quickly.  “There’s a shop near my place.”

He poured alcohol on some gauze and knelt beside her.  “It won’t take me two seconds,” he murmured, dabbing at her knee.

Maggie breathed in sharply.  “Ouch!  Ow ow ow!” she protested softly.

Bobby looked up at her.  “Sorry, cher,” he said, “we’ve got to get it cleaned out.”  Gently he grasped the back of her calf and raised her leg, wiping away the streaks of blood.

Maggie stared at him, scarcely breathing.  There was something electric about his touch, so strong yet so tender.

He finished cleaning her shin and returned to her knee, carefully placing a large bandage over the scrape.  “There you are, good as new.  Well, almost,” he smiled.

He took the shoe and heel from her.  “I really can fix this for you.  I’d just have to find my tools,” he nodded his head toward the other room.  “I should really unpack anyway,” he smiled ruefully.

Maggie rose from the bench and stood lopsided on one heel.  “I don’t want to be more trouble than I’ve already been.”

            Something tells me that you’re all kinds of trouble, cher.  “It’s no trouble.  Besides, I’d be worried about you limping along like Quasimodo on your way home,” he laughed.

She laughed, too.  “Well, alright then.  Thank you.  And thanks for…”  She glanced down at her knee.

“It’s my pleasure, cher,” he said quietly.

Maggie felt as though suddenly all the air had gone out of the room.  She stared up into his amazing blue eyes.  She opened her mouth but no words came out.

He spoke.  “Just stop by when you’re finished at Michael’s.  If I have to leave before that, I’ll bring you your shoe.”

Running Rogue is available at books2read.com/RunningRogue.

Or get the whole trilogy in one boxed set: books2read.com/RannigansRedemption

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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:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LZJG2P3

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.

Connect with Siren Allen:

AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – www.amazon.com/Siren-Allen/e/B00ELF795O/

WEBSITE – http://sirenallen.com/

FACEBOOK – https://www.facebook.com/authorsirenallen

TWITTER – https://twitter.com/SirenAllen

PINTEREST – http://www.pinterest.com/sirenallen/

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PLUS, and I know you’ll want in on this, Siren has a giveaway.  Don’t miss out!

Siren’s Sci-Fi Giveaway: Be sure to enter the rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a gorgeous Sci-Fi necklace.

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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

 

Watch This Space–Ian Saul Whitcomb

contrast-textmergedThis edition of Watch This Space spotlights ASPA author Ian Whitcomb.  His new novella, Contrast, is out September 28.

Here’s the blurb:

He just wanted to cross the street and get some breakfast tacos while his car was in the shop.

She just wanted to get home and sleep after a long night shift.

But somehow, ten minutes after they bump into one another on the sidewalk, they’re in her bed together going at it like weasels.

They both think it’s crazy. They both assume it can’t last. But somehow, weeks later, then months, they’re still obsessively, anonymously, voraciously wrapped up in each other.

There are rules. No names. No personal details. Just blazing hot sex as often as they can manage it.

So what happens when, despite their every effort and intent, it starts to mean something?

He describes the heat level of this erotic romance as Venusian, or extremely hot.  So you know I’m in!  Here’s an excerpt:

He waits on her doorstep repeatedly stopping himself from biting his lip, from tapping his foot, and most of all from reaching up to knock again. If she’s here and awake, she obviously would have heard the first knock, and if she’s not awake, or if she’s in the shower, he’ll just make an idiot of himself banging on the door. Rude … clueless … desperate … take your pick of what kind of idiot.

He’s got too much shit with him – went crazy at the donut shop. A dozen donuts. A carton of coffee. A drink caddy with a latte and a cappuccino and a bottle of milk and a couple handfuls of sugar packets and three different artificial sweeteners. He had to put some of it down to free up a hand to knock.

She’s not here, he thinks. Or she’s here, but shit, she all but told you she’d be out till two or three. Eight was too early. Why didn’t I say –

The door opens. She’s wrapped in a towel, hair back in a ponytail holder but with tons of stray strands jutting out.

She can tell from his expression that she looks like hell. He blinks at least three times without saying anything. He’s got a bag from a donut place in one hand, coffee on the ground by his foot. Holy god don’t let me scare him off looking like this. Her head hurts. She can feel the red in her eyes. But something in her chest starts burning at the sight of him.

“Jesus, I want to fuck the shit out of you,” she breathes, totally forgetting her plan to say she was about to take a shower.

He grins. Whew. That’s better.

Looking to buy Contrast by Ian Saul Whitcomb?  You’re in luck!

Contrast on Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/6563989

Just who is Ian Saul Whitcomb, anyway?  Here’s his Author Bio:

Somewhere between Mexico and Canada, not too far from the centerline of the U.S., Ian Saul Whitcomb spends his days writing, blogging, and occasionally tweeting, while struggling to fend off his mid-life crisis (under the theory that if he can postpone it till the age of sixty, the definition of “mid” means he’ll live to be a hundred and twenty). He also works for a large corporation, but tries not to think about that any more than he has to.

Wondering how you can connect with Ian Saul Whitcomb?

Amazon’s Ian Saul Whitcomb Page: https://www.amazon.com/Ian-Saul-Whitcomb/e/B00NZQSU7Q

Twitter: @coolgasmic