tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29643269141111916872024-03-13T11:19:29.214-04:00Lily Sawyers Book Bloglily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.comBlogger543125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-3788918419515843972017-09-30T10:36:00.001-04:002017-09-30T10:36:11.790-04:00Happy New Year and Gut YontifI want to wish all the Jewish members L'Shana Tovah and <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">G'mar Tov for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.</span><br />
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Hello everyone,<br />
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I hope you have a Happy Holiday and a Happy and Healthy New Year.<br />
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As you know I have taken a break from writing. I've had a long dry spell. Unfortunately my books are no longer available online. I have decided not to put them back into circulation. <br />
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If I do get back into writing I would be starting fresh. <br />
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Thank you for your patronage and support.<br />
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Lily Sawyerlily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-7138649132910661682015-12-18T00:00:00.000-05:002015-12-18T00:00:02.581-05:00Welcome author Cheryl Headford<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I'd like to welcome author Cheryl Headford to my blog. Let's find out more about her novel </div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cheryl was born
into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the
toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her
refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead
fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun
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giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run
around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of
all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism
was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the
storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive.
Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to
the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and
menagerie of three cats, a dog and a dragon. Her daughter has deserted her for
the big city, but they’re still close. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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always, in the world of fantasy, she maintains a burning desire to share the
stories and these days it’s in the form of books which all contain her spark
and unique view on life, the universe and everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-45035784223924603012015-08-07T00:00:00.000-04:002015-08-07T00:00:00.620-04:00Welcome author Kazy Reed to my blog todayI'd like to welcome Kazy Reed to my blog. Let's find out more about her book "Remember Him."<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Thank you for hosting me on your
blog, Lily! It's a privilege to share this tour with so many talented authors.
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">It's so amazing to celebrate the
release of Remember Him, the first in the Amsel Clan series. I hope you enjoy
it! Be sure to enter the giveaway for a US $20 gift card to Amazon. See the
bottom of this post for ways to enter. Thanks for reading!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">--Kazy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Please click here to check out my
REMEMBER HIM page for more info on the blog tour. <a href="http://www.kazyreed.com/p/remember-him_12.html" target="_blank">Blog Tour Info</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Will the bond
of blood outweigh the passions of the heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">While sketching the Temple of
Dendur, graduate student Carter Denwright meets—and is seduced by—a powerful
vampire by the name of Alder. Once kept secret from the human world, now
everyone knows of their existence. Blinded by mistaken feelings for Alder,
Carter allows himself to be drawn into his life. Too late, he realizes two things:
one, Alder is vicious and cruel, and two, Carter’s true love is Alder’s
brother, Freyr.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">The attraction between Carter and
Freyr is strong, but they must fight this feeling or face the wrath of Alder.
Despite their best efforts, Alder discovers the truth, and punishes Carter,
hiding him from Freyr in a cruel game of cat and mouse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Freyr is not as strong as his
brother, but he vows that he will find Carter again and will stop at nothing to
get him back. Carter, caught in Alder’s cruel grip, commits an act of
desperation which will change all their lives forever. The question is: can
Freyr find Carter and is the bond between him and Carter enough to break
Alder’s hold and spoil his plans to ruin them both?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Standing there, holding
Carter's hand, my world changed. The rightness of his fingers grasping mine
made my heart soar. I knew, though, that with Alder standing there, I had to
remain calm. I couldn't give away my instant attraction to my brother's
boyfriend. That would’ve been a fatal mistake, for me as well as Carter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">I pulled my hand away and turned
back to Alder. "So why the invitation? Couldn't our lawyers have handled
the paperwork?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Alder feigned surprise. "Now
what's wrong with me wanting a visit from my baby brother?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"Besides the fact that we
haven't seen each other in years? Nothing, I suppose."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Carter was still staring at me,
mouth slightly open, and I saw Alder raise an eyebrow at him. I had to defuse
the situation, so I strode into the living room and dropped into a leather
chair that faced the kitchen. "Could I have a drink? It was a long
trip."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">My request seemed to snap Carter out
of his trance. "Oh! Yes, I'm sorry." He put a slim hand on Alder's
arm and asked, "Would like a drink, honey?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">The affectionate tone seemed to
please my brother. He wrapped a hand around the back of Carter's neck and
pulled him in for an intense kiss. I knew it was Alder's way of marking his
property in front of me, so I looked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">When he let Carter go, he said,
"I'll have Scotch. You may have water."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">I bristled at Alder's domineering
attitude. Carter smiled weakly at me. "What will you have, Freyr?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"I'll have Scotch, too,
please." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Carter brought me a glass, and I
accepted it, careful not to let our fingers touch. Then I went back to
studiously ignoring him. "So why buy me out now, Alder? There's nothing
left of the building."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">He took the glass from Carter and
pulled him down onto his lap. "True, but I'm thinking of building a new
house on the site."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">I shook my head. Why he would want
to live anywhere near where our family had been murdered centuries ago was
beyond me. "Fine. I have no desire to ever go back there anyway, so it's
yours."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"Go back where?" Carter
asked timidly. Alder glared at him, as though he wasn't allowed to talk without
permission. I saw Alder's fingers tighten around his arm. The young man winced.
"I-I'm sorry, Alder. I didn't mean to interfere."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">If I didn't get out of that
apartment soon, I knew I was going to do something drastic. I drained my glass
and stood. "Well, we've had our drink, and you’ve got what you wanted.
I've a lot more important things to do with my time."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"Come visit again soon,
brother," Alder laughed. He didn't get up, holding Carter down with a firm
hand on his shoulder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"Goodbye," Carter added. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">"Yeah. Bye." Before I
left, I risked one more look back and my heart ached. Desolation filled me as
my gaze met his. Helplessness shone in those bright blue eyes, and there was
nothing I could do. I closed the door and walked away, leaving a piece of me
behind in Alder's hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">ABOUT KAZY REED<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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Kazy Reed grew up on a small
island off the Maine Coast. At the age of sixteen, she announced to her parents
that she was going to move to Denmark as an exchange student. That trip changed
her life, and sparked her love of travel, languages, and history.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">After graduating from college in
Massachusetts with a degree in Art History, she moved back to Maine, where she
began to write short stories. When she was introduced to gay erotic fiction,
the seed was planted and she never looked back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Kazy still lives in Southern Maine,
with her very understanding husband and two ridiculously precocious children.
In addition to her published work, she is the author of a weekly flash-fiction
series on her blog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">FOLLOW KAZY ONLINE<o:p></o:p></span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">Blog: <a href="http://www.kazyreed.com/">http://www.kazyreed.com</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-41266443662516792282015-06-26T00:00:00.000-04:002015-06-26T08:48:48.536-04:00Welcome author Michael Mandrake <div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 18.6666660308838px;">I'd like to welcome author Michael Mandrake to my blog today. Let's find out more about "Reconnection" And check out the article at the bottom of this post "More or Less Sex in M/M".</span></span></div>
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McIntyre is a closeted, average looking sports columnist for the Daily Read.
Unfortunately, his desire to stay in has cost him the chance at love more than
once. However, now it seems his luck will change since his editor has asked him
to interview, Jake Valenta. Jake and Robert knew one another in college and
when he heard from a mutual friend that Jake might be bisexual, Robert didn’t
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his desire to stay behind closed doors because he can’t stand being called a
fag, but desperately wants Robert to be his man.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/reconnection-by-michael-mandrake/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Evernight
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<span lang="EN-CA">“Hey
Larry, Jacob said you wanted to see me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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looked up from his laptop. “Yeah Robert, come on in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">I
closed the door and waltzed in, worried about what he’d say. Would he hound me
about the deadline or force me to write about the lockout? I hoped neither
because I seriously wasn’t in the mood to argue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">“So,
Robert. I know you have a deadline in a couple of hours but I’m willing to let
that go if you’d make a trip to the minors. Since the overpriced sissies don’t
wanna play, we’ll make our own story. Besides, Jake Valenta might come up and
play for the Sox this year if they reach an agreement and we want to be the
first to cover him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">Jake?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">Jake?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">Instantly
my mind went to mush upon hearing that name. Jake and I attended Oklahoma State
with two years between us. Though we never dated, we did hang around the same
circles, mostly involving sports. Baseball was his passion and mine, though I
wasn’t as talented as he was on the field. Since my expertise was behind the
pen and or microphone, I called a couple of games he played in and before I
graduated, I interviewed him for the school paper. That same article was later
published in the town’s local newspaper.
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<span lang="EN-CA">Now,
Jake plays for the Sox triple A affiliate, Carolina Dukes of the southern
league. Though we haven’t talked in years, I’ve followed the guy’s career and
took a greater interest when he was selected with the fifteenth pick in June
2011. The experts raved about his speed, accurate throwing arm, and hitting
ability as well as his baseball acumen and stamina. Unfortunately his
transition wasn’t as easy as many predicted but now, he was tearing up minor
league pitching and set to make the move to the pros. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">“Robert?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA">“I’m
sorry, Larry. I…I was just thinking about something.” When the heat rushed to
my cheeks, I turned my attention elsewhere. Anything so my boss wouldn’t notice
me jumping for joy about covering baseball’s next phenom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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appeared perplexed by my answer. He shrugged, “Well Robert, I need you to get
focused on this trip. I want you to get the story on this young man. And I
figured since the two of you went to school together you’ll get him to talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Michael Mandrake</span></i></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> pens complex characters
already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not
centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in
everyday life through personal experiences or the media. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">To find out more please visit
</span></i><a href="http://michaelmandrake.wordpress.com/"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Michael
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loves live music, reading, and perusing the net for sexy men to be her
muses. She’s also a founding member and
contributor to the heavy metal ezine </span></span><a href="http://fourteeng.net/"><span style="background: white; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Fourteeng.net</span></a><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="background: white; font-size: 14.0pt;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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for checking in with me today. I’m discussing sex in m/m and should there be
more books sex or less? We had a discussion on a friends page a few weeks back
and plenty of readers chimed in. With all the different responses, I decided
I’d add my two cents about what I’ve seen as a reader as well as an author. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Let’s
start out with the reader side of me. The reader in me likes a lot of sex. I
want sex dripping from the pages and I want it so hot, my toes curl and I get
that warm feeling in my gut. That being said, I like it to go along with the
plot. Not page after page with no real direction and not for the sake of
throwing it in there either. There has to be a reason why my two characters get
together. Are they drawn to one another because of attraction? Or is it that
and the fact they lost someone in their lives and are looking for the next
special someone. Do they hate one another at first then eventually fall in lust
or love? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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author in me is much the same, but lately I like to make my characters wait
until they’re completely crazy for one another before I allow them to go to
bed. Yes, it’s like punishment for them and even sometimes for me. *laughs* I
can feel the tension between the characters and when I get done writing a
chapter, I tell them and my muse we all have to wait. *sigh* Yep, I like them
to be just about ready to explode when they’re finally ready for the first
bedroom scenes. And when they do get there, I try my best to make it satisfying
for all of us. Not an easy feat when you think about it. And then try making it
original. Good luck with all that, but I do try. *smiles*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in conclusion, I have to pose it to you the audience. Do you like more sex in
your m/m or less? Or are you like me, sex happens because of the plot and
making them suffer is better. Let me know your thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-15112147073695862182015-06-19T00:00:00.000-04:002015-06-19T00:00:03.006-04:00Welcome author Cheryl Headford <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 17.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">
<b><span lang="EN-AU">I'd like to welcome author Cheryl Headford to my blog. Let's find out about her book "Ari."</span></b></div>
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Day Blitz – Ari by Cheryl Headford<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU">Genre: </span></b><span lang="EN-AU">LGBT,
romance, transgender, intersex, M/M, F/F<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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having known each other online for some time, writers, Benji and Ari meet at a
convention. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">A journey that unites families, and heals
old wounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">But not everyone is happy with the
blossoming love between these two unique and special individuals. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">Will an act of aggression crush the
flower before it can bloom?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU">Book trailer<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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height="315"
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<span lang="EN-AU">Link: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUntf_SzFDA">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUntf_SzFDA</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">WIP: <a href="http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/?p=1298">http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/?p=1298</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">Amazon US: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YUT48QE/">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YUT48QE/</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">Amazon DE: <a href="http://www.amazon.de/dp/B00YUT48QE/">http://www.amazon.de/dp/B00YUT48QE/</a>
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<span lang="EN-AU">ARe: <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ari-1820879-341.html">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ari-1820879-341.html</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU">B&N: <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ari-cheryl-headford/1122098431?ean=9781925222487">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ari-cheryl-headford/1122098431?ean=9781925222487</a>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU">Excerpt<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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MY EYES slammed
open to a world gone mad. Bella barked as an enormous flash of light was
followed immediately by a god-awful bang and rumble that shook the house on its
foundations. Before I quite got my bearings, another brilliant flash of
lightning blinded me and thunder cracked and rolled down the valley. I yelled
at Bella for howling, cursed her for waking me—then I checked the clock.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Jesus. Marc,
it’s ten past five. We slept in. We have to get up. Now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Benji?” Marc’s
sleepy voice was sharp with alarm. He cried out with terror when another flash
of lightning was followed by a deep boom and the lights flickered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Benji?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It’s okay. I’m
here. It’s just a thunderstorm. We need to get going. We slept late.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Marc jumped up
and scampered around the bed to hug me tight. The dog was still whining and
yipping, clearly unhappy, and the rain absolutely hammered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Typical,” I
grumbled as I pried my little brother off me and headed for the bathroom. Marc
followed, so close he tripped me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Whoa. You
can’t go in the bathroom with me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But I’m
scared.” He underlined his words with a yelp when another round of thunder and
lightning rolled over us.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You can’t come
in the shower, so don’t be silly. I’ll leave the door open, okay? You can sit
on the stairs, or in your room.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Marc was
unhappy, but I managed to take a quick shower. As soon as he was able he came
in, sat on the closed toilet, and watched me do my hair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You have very
pretty hair.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What’s brought
this on? You’re usually criticizing.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You shouldn’t
complain. You should take compliments where you can get them, at your age.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Cheeky bugger.
I’m not old.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You are,
compared to me.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Only by seven
years. I’m still a teenager.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Only for four
weeks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Then I’ll have
to make the most of it while I can.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-AU">About the author<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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CHERYL
HEADFORD was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys.
Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung
on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a
black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so
much fun to clean.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cheryl has
always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces,
nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in
play.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Later in life,
Cheryl became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who traveled
widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an
opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity
to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of
people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but
the reward enormous.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was here she
began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In
ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the
storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive.
Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to
the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In present
times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and
her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still
close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest,
and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Website: <span lang="EN-AU"><a href="http://nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk/"><span lang="EN-US">Nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk</span></a></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Facebook: <span lang="EN-AU"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/cheryl.headford" target="_blank"><span lang="EN-US">https://www.facebook.com/cheryl.headford</span></a></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Twitter: <span lang="EN-AU"><a href="https://twitter.com/SevenPointStar"><span lang="EN-US">@SevenPointStar</span></a></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-31287582327439818842015-06-15T00:00:00.000-04:002015-06-15T00:00:00.663-04:00Welcome author Grace R. DuncanI'd like to welcome author Grace R. Duncan to my blog today. Let's check out her book<br />
"Turning His Life Around."<br />
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<b><i>Can Kane recognize what's right in front of him before
he loses everything?</i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong
best friend is the only one to catch him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his
love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to
settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and
occasional submissive. He's learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t
let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never
be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks
Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings
falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join
him, and Ian struggles further.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron
Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he
can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything…
forever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6611">Pre-0rder
it now from Dreamspinner Press!</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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IAN COAXED his ancient Toyota into the parking spot next to
Kane’s Accord and shut off the engine. He was exhausted. He’d gotten into a
fight with the IT director <i>again</i>, was given <i>another </i>project to
work on with the database developer whom he hated with a passion, and had been
forced to sit through no less than three completely useless meetings in the
afternoon. All he wanted to do was eat something and go kill something. Not
necessarily in that order. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He dragged himself out of the car and locked it, tossing his
bag over his shoulder. He trudged up the steps, giving a halfhearted wave at
their elderly neighbor, a sweet old lady not entirely with it anymore. She was
out on her balcony in little more than a nightgown, watering nearly dead
plants. She smiled a wide, toothless smile and he gave a weak smile back. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He finally made it to the apartment door on the third floor.
He slammed the door deliberately so Kane would know he was home, then kicked
off his shoes, hung his keys up, and shed his jacket. He put it in the closet
before heading down the hall. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Their living room wasn’t all that big, but they didn’t care.
Half of it was taken up with their computer desks, stuffed next to each other
and covering one entire wall. Opposite them was the large flat screen TV and
entertainment center, complete with all three major gaming consoles, a home
theater system, and large collection of movies and games. In front of the TV,
between it and their desks, was the one piece of furniture they’d spent any
real money on: their couch. They’d had more than a few friends crash with them,
and they’d finally broken down and bought a decent one for them to sleep on. It
had certainly come in handy a few times when they’d decided to fuck there in
the living room too. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian shook his head at the thought and turned his attention
to Kane. He had his headphones on and there was a battle going on the screen,
one hand was on the keyboard, and the other was on the mouse. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, goddammit! He was… fuck. What do you mean you’re out of
power? That’s not what I see! Just… send in the pet. Fine. Look, we’re in the
bottom of fucking Moria. You can’t fuck around like that!” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and watched
the battle. There were way too many enemies for Kane’s group—he could see that
from there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“<i>Goddammit</i>!” Kane shouted, ripping his headphones off
and throwing them onto the desk. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Pick-up group?” Ian asked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Kane spun around, and Ian glanced over Kane’s shoulder to
see his character’s corpse lying on the ground. “Yeah. Why do I get into them
again?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian shook his head. “I don’t know. They’re not usually that
bad in Middle-earth, though, are they?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, which is why I’m so pissed.” He sighed. “Must be the
daytime players.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Want to order in tonight?” Ian asked, crossing the room to
stand next to his friend. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Chinese?” Kane looked up hopefully, and Ian laughed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sure. If we can order from the place that does the sushi
too.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Done!” Kane grinned and snatched at the menu he kept pinned
to the small bulletin board over his desk. “How was your day?” he asked as he
looked over the menu. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian sighed. “Long. Meetings all damned afternoon. I hate
meetings. I hate <i>people</i>. And, um, don’t you have to deal with your
group?” He pointed at the screen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Kane shook his head. “No, I dropped it. I should port back,
though.” He turned back to the computer and clicked a few things. His corpse
revived, the pretty green swirls surrounded him, and the loading screen came
up, complete with a twenty-four-inch version of a spider. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian shuddered and looked away. Instead, he turned to inspect
his friend. He could tell something was bubbling under the olive skin and
nearly black eyes. He knew it was very likely the old job, the new job hunt,
and the frustration Kane was likely feeling over it. Kane always thought too
much, spent way too much mental energy worrying about things. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Did you work out today?” he asked, giving in and playing
with a bit of Kane’s shaggy ebony hair. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah,” Kane said, and that one syllable told Ian enough:
that while the workout might have done some, it most certainly wasn’t enough.
He knew Kane would have gotten started on what he had to do, would have done
what he felt he needed to, and hated every second of it. He was likely worried
about money and not looking forward to working for another bullshit company
with bullshit politics and bullshit people. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He knew his friend well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They’d been friends since they were six. He’d met Kane one
hot summer day behind his house, and from that point on, Kane had just always
been there. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Kane spun back around in his chair and surprised Ian. He
wrapped his arms around Ian’s waist and pulled until they were tight against
each other, burying his face in Ian’s stomach. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Kane?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s not that they never hugged or touched. They did—quite
often, in fact, for two people who <i>weren’t </i>committed lovers, but this
was… different. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Sorry. Just….” He didn’t continue, instead shook his head a
little. <o:p></o:p></div>
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At a loss for what to do, Ian wrapped his arms around Kane’s
shoulders. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They stayed that way for a few moments, and then Kane pulled
back. “I’m sorry. Just overthinking things today.” He peered up at Ian. “And
you’re tired. Let’s get dinner ordered. Want to play for a while?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian considered him for a moment. As much as he wanted to log
in and play too, he knew Kane’s current state of mind was not conducive to
making any kind of progress. They’d end up dying more than once; then they’d
get frustrated over it. Death in the game was relatively painless, but it was
still annoying and inconvenient. Which would only serve to make things worse. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Maybe what he needed was another type altogether. “Maybe.
Maybe what you need is a different kind of play tonight.” Ian watched Kane’s
eyes. His pupils expanded just a bit and his breathing quickened. “Would you
like that, pet?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Sir.” Kane’s voice was clear and deferent, his eyes
dropping away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Ian’s own breath quickened and he worked to get hold of
himself. “Very well. Strip, get the cushion, and get on your knees. Wait here
for me.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of
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◊ <a href="mailto:duncan.grace.r@gmail.com">Email</a> ◊ <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grace-R.-Duncan/e/B00BCMBWY8">Amazon Author Page</a><o:p></o:p></div>
lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-68504638543182075672015-06-10T00:00:00.000-04:002015-06-10T00:00:03.009-04:00Welcome guest author Renee StevensI'd like to welcome Renee Stevens to my blog today. Let's find out more about her book<br />
"No More Hiding."<br />
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Phillip Jorgensen tried to live the straight life and ended
up divorced. But he wouldn’t trade his two kids, Jacob and Samantha, for the
world. His ex-wife has kidnapped them and he's been searching for them for six
long years. But he’s not giving up—never, not for anything. His twin brother
has encouraged him to start living again, but how is he going to find romance
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pray that he understands that he’ll never stop looking for his children. That’s
easier said than done. Telling Vance might be risky. Is their connection strong
enough to convince Vance to stay? Or will he think that Phillip is too damaged
to love? This is Phillip's chance at the life he never thought he could have.
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get so wet,” Phillip warned. Seconds later the kids turned the hose on Robert,
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Renee Stevens first started writing in her teens but didn’t
get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties. Since then she’s written a number of
contemporary stories, as well as delved into the paranormal. When not writing, or spending time in the outdoors,
Renee can usually be found working on GayAuthors.org in her capacity of admin
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Renee resides in Wyoming with her wonderfully supportive
husband and a menagerie of four-legged critters. Making the most of the nearly constant
negative temperatures and mounds of snow, Renee spends much of the winter
months in hibernation with her laptop, the voices in her head keeping her
company while her husband works. When she needs a break from writing, Renee
takes to the sewing machine to design, and make, beautiful quilts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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June, Renee can be found in the great-outdoors.
She spends her time on the mountain, at the lake, and just anywhere that
she can do some camping, take some photos, and ride the four-wheelers with her
hubby. Once back at home, it’s back to
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<a href="https://twitter.com/Renee_Stevens" target="_blank">Twitter</a> * <a href="http://reneestevens.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> * <a href="https://www.facebook.com/renee.stevens.9843?fref=ts" target="_blank">Facebook</a>
* <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4841894.Renee_Stevens" target="_blank">Goodreads</a><o:p></o:p></div>
lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-62450923928669703652015-06-07T00:00:00.000-04:002015-06-07T00:00:00.726-04:00Welcome author Julie Lynn Hayes I'd like to welcome fellow author, and friend, Julie Lynn Hayes. She has been a guest on my blog several times.<br />
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Miller Fenwick wants the kind of happy ending his best
friend got, with the hunky werewolf of his dreams. Trouble is, there doesn’t
seem to be a Prince Charming on the horizon, and casual encounters don’t cut it
anymore. Now that Alexx and Raoul are engaged, Miller is becoming resigned to
being the bridesmaid, never the bride. But a chance encounter with a sexy
stranger at Charisma has his hopes soaring, and his heart is wide open to
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organization in the country. He’s a very influential and wealthy man, with a
deep-seated hatred of werewolves. His running into Miller at Charisma isn’t
entirely accidental. He’d meant to wait, but his emotions got the better of
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are gonna fly—and not just in the bedroom. One thing for sure—life in Crescent
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life. A man every bit as sexy as Raoul Marchand, although not in the same feral
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light where Raoul was dark. His hair was a honey blonde which stood out by
virtue of being obviously natural, in a place where most blondes were either
created by the sun or came from a bottle. He stood a little taller than Miller,
exuding a presence that went beyond the merely physical, possessed of the
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his eyes that drew Miller in and held him spellbound. Blue and green, like
staring into tropical waves, flecked with bits of pure molten gold. And the way
he was staring at Miller was sending the most delicious shivers traveling up
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had happened, he’d placed his own hand inside of the other man’s, and he found
himself being drawn onto the dance floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short
stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether,
and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance
of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book
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She lives in St. Louis with her daughter
Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and
happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever
after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to
see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be
done—she feels compelled to do it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts,
such as crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to
cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey
Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to
the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works
can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, Wayward Ink Press, and Amber
Quill Press.<o:p></o:p></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-38756223090217807412015-05-16T00:00:00.000-04:002015-05-16T00:00:01.490-04:00Welcome author Shelly SchulzI'd like to welcome author Shelly Schulz to my blog. Let's find out about her book<br />
"Lurking in the Deep."<br />
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Does the water beckon you? Your love, or fears, may become greater in this
chilling anthology. From ordinary sea life to creatures of myth, our stories
will make you think twice about the shadowy waters that beckon below. Follow
our authors into the depths … if you dare.<br />
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Featuring “Tide Flats” by Shelly Schulz. Blaire Moses is an outcast by choice,
able to count the people she depends on one hand joins the rest of her senior
class on a trip to the ocean. Here she redefines herself, re-forges
friendships, and finds a connection with someone that’s always been there for
her. However, Blaire also discovers the truth of what’s really lurking under
the crashing surf. <br />
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Shelly Schulz lives in the Pacific
Northwest, and when she’s not holed up in her writing cave, she can be found at
the local comic book shop, movie theater or herding a group of Girl Scouts
around. She’s never without a notebook and her trusty wonder dog Max. Previous
publications can be found in the Bitter Blackout anthology and Dark Light Four
Anthology. <br />
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Online you may find her on Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ShellySchulzAuthor">https://www.facebook.com/ShellySchulzAuthor</a><br />
Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/shellyswicked">https://twitter.com/shellyswicked</a><br />
Instagram: <a href="https://instagram.com/shellyswicked">https://instagram.com/shellyswicked</a><br />
Wordpress: raindropsandpages.com <o:p></o:p></div>
lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-45580115288439000562015-04-03T00:00:00.000-04:002015-04-03T00:00:06.330-04:00Welcome author JC Wallace <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Hi
all! I’m excited to share with you the release of my short story, <i>Shredding the Heart</i>, part of <i>Foolish Encounters</i>, an April Fool’s
Anthology from Wilde City Press. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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celebrate, I bring you some of the most famous April Fool’s Day hoaxes in
history. After that check out an excerpt from <i>Shredding the Heart</i> where skateboarder Nicholas O’Brien’s attempt
to get the attention of the hottie Quinn Matthews doesn’t go so well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Oh,
and, don’t forget to enter the giveaway for an eBook copy of my latest novel, Diventando:
The Vessel! Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fool’s Day…the favorite holiday of class clowns, pranksters and children
everywhere. While millions of people will be instigating their own pranks,
history has shown that a hoax can be wide spread and highly believable. Here are
five famous hoaxes!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The BBC has staged some of the most outrageous hoaxes. In 1957, many viewers
were fooled by a report that Swiss farmers were experiencing a bumper crop of
spaghetti. Footage showed people harvesting spaghetti noodles from trees.
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What happens when a fast food chain announces it has purchased a national
treasure? People believe it? Many people did just that in 1996, when Taco Bell
reported the chain had agreed to buy the Liberty Bell and renamed the cracked
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Whopper” (because you know they’re made for righties, right? lol). The print advertisement brought
clueless customers in to the restaurant to request the fake sandwich. A
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In 1962, black and white TVs were the norm while color TVs were just becoming
available. Want to change that B&W TV to color? Easily done claimed </span><span style="background: white; color: #202022; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 13.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sweden's Sveriges Television on April 1, 1962.
A "technical expert" offered the key to that conversion. Just drape a
nylon stocking over the screen to take advantage of the “prismatic qualities”
of the nylon mesh and you get a color picture. To increase the effect, move
your head back and forth (the faster the better). Must have been some pissed
off wives/mothers when they found their nylons had been sacrificed to the color
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Lastly, a futuristic hoax straight from Google itself. MentalPlex Technology
was announced in 2000. Why take the time to type in that itty bitty search box
when Mentalplex will read your mind and search for what you desire?
Instructions for use: remove your hat and glasses…peer into the magical
MentalPlex circle – remember not to move your head!!!...using the power of your
mind, project what you desire to search for, visualize clicking on the circle
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sport, yet a gorgeous jogger who continually ignores him tests that
concentration daily. Boarding into the jogger's path finally gets him Quinn
Matthews’ attention along with the brush off. Quinn is adamant that no man will
ever take advantage of him again. When Nicholas persists, Quinn finds he can’t
resist the enigmatic boarder. Just as he falls for Nicholas, Quinn learns that
Nicholas just may have had an agenda all along. Devastated, Quinn pulls away,
leaving Nicholas alone and confused. Can they overcome their pain and shred the
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gaze was jerky as he gazed out over the water. Quinn wondered if he was
nervous. He took in Nicholas’s profile—the milky white skin, the barely
noticeable freckles on his cheeks, the full red lips. He imagined their
softness against his own lips, taking possession of him, owning him. But he
needed to be strong. Never weak or needy or wanton. Never vulnerable again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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their lips touched, Quinn couldn’t suppress his gasp. As if sensing Quinn’s
hesitancy, Nicholas hovered, head tilted to the side, their lips brushing, but
he ceased any other movement. Was he seeking permission to kiss him? A cold
shudder raced down Quinn’s spine with the thoughts of hot tongues tangling in
wet mouths. A sign was all Nicholas probably needed to go for it. Quinn closed
his eyes and licked lightly across Nicholas’s bottom lip. The groaned response
from Nicholas and the resulting crush of lips fueled his desire, raced his
heart, and guided his hands to Nicholas’s hips, clutching, holding, wanting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grasped Quinn at the nape of his neck, controlling the kiss, eating at his
lips, and devouring his whimpers. Nicholas pushed him higher, and Quinn’s cock
throbbed in his dress pants, begging for any friction, any touch. Anything…
everything. At that moment, his body belonged to Nicholas O’Brien, and he
wanted whatever the man desired, wanted so much more than he could ever hope to
have, could risk having again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">JC "Jake" Wallace started
writing from a young age, but took a break for marriage, kids, and college (in
that order). A few years ago, he rediscovered his passion and ventured out into
the brave new world of publishing. He now has several novels and short stories
published. At night and on the weekends, Jake writes about all things men,
believing there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another,
whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, Jake loves a
good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending. He also writes what his
bestie calls HUNK (Happy Until the Next Kidnapping). In his daytime hours, Jake
works with individuals with autism and behavior problems. He is owned by a
beautiful partner, three kids, two grandchildren, two dogs and one cat. He
lives in the Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Forever Book 1 New Vampire Justice</span></a><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-15640794996425879862015-03-14T00:00:00.000-04:002015-03-14T00:00:05.364-04:00Welcome author David RussellI'd like to welcome author David Russell to my blog today. Let's find out more about his book "Dreamtime Sensuality."<br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Many a dream can be realised with a little forethought. The
characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary.
They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is
counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated
seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative
and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario
seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration
for this and other works has been the novel <i>The
Girl Beneath the Lion</i> by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hector live opposite each other, with windows facing. They make initial contact
through visible, provocative gestures. Soon afterwards, they get direct contact
when Hector assists Bethesda with her folio. She invites him round to model for
some of her fashion creations, and proceeds to seduce him. The seduction
continues with a ritual visit to a sports centre, and then to a beach. They
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illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being
celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets
Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with
her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the
fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models
of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go
and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is
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goes to an exotic island location. She deeply desires a passionate encounter.
At the Pension where she stays, she meets Stefano, who fulfils her requirements
exactly. The proprietress of the Pension picks up on Romona’s shyness, and
gives her reassurance, including some practice in the art of kissing. Romona
orchestrates an elaborate beach seduction scenario, and they are both
fulfilled. They never meet again, but their exchange of emails and text
messages goes on indefinitely. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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archaeologist. They both have ‘retreats’ near the coast, and discover their
common interests. Verona contrives a half-seduction on a deserted beach,
wearing 18<sup>th</sup> century retro gear – related to their common interests.
After some further encounters, they give each other a ‘dare’ to go and have a
really risky encounter with someone really dodgy. Gareth finds a young woman on
the run. Verona has a rapturous encounter with someone who gets hauled in by
the police, suspected of terrorism. She uses her charm on the interrogating
police officer to extricate herself. So Verona and Gareth both meet up again,
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which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous.
<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc475082077">She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated
stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched </a></span><span lang="EN-GB">Hecate’s introduction was a
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<span lang="EN-GB">His garments came off with ease and
grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he
stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed
over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she
saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool
had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in
the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the
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she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually
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criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection <i>Prickling Counterpoints</i> (1998); poems
published in online <i>International Times.</i>
Main speculative works <i>High Wired On </i>(2002);
<i>Rock Bottom</i> (2005). Translation of
Spanish epic <i>La Araucana</i>, Amazon
2013. Romances: <i>Self’s Blossom</i>; <i>Explorations</i>; <i>Further Explorations</i>; <i>Therapy
Rapture</i>; <i>Darlene, An Ecstatic
Rendezvous </i>(all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist.
Main CD albums <i>Bacteria Shrapnel</i> and <i>Kaleidoscope Concentrate. </i>Many tracks on
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-83041041231489608682015-02-19T00:00:00.000-05:002015-02-19T00:00:02.811-05:00welcome author Jon Keys to my blogI'd like to welcome author Jon Keys to my blog today. Let's check out his latest book "Razor."<br />
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Lily, thanks letting me have a guest appearance on your blog. Razor’s my latest story and was released by Decadent Publishing on Feb 6 th . It’s my first urban fantasy and I’m excited to share it with everyone else. It’s part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales collection. Razor is a retelling of The Little Folk from Brother’s Grimm. Yeah, I’d never heard of it either. LOL. I hope everyone enjoys Razor as much as I did. ~ Jon ~<br />
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When the world crashes down around your ears, sometimes all you can do is punt and hope for the best. That’s exactly what James and Micah decide to do when one of them is diagnosed with cancer, and the other discovers a serious heart defect. When the doctor tells them to start working on their bucket lists, the two take a trip in an effort to create some good memories, and forget the ugly truths, while they focus on their time in each other’s arms. Their vacation turns into much more than they anticipated when they find themselves drawn to a club like sailors to a siren. Several sexy waiters, some unforgettable lap dances, and one whip-wielding stud later, they stumble upon the answer to their prayers. Their sex is wild again, and the pair find themselves living for tomorrow. But with every answer comes questions, and Micah’s search for more may destroy them both. Will they be able to recover from his thirst for the truth? Or will the men always live walking on the edge of a Razor?<br />
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Excerpt from Razor. Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of Cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days’ scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke. “Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?” James stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.” A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.” He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave. “Go. Enjoy yourself.” The pair moved toward the opening and peered inside. The room was dim, except for an empty stage bathed in warm light. James noticed the musical trio creating the instrumentals that had lured them through the foggy night. They glanced back to the grinning bouncer who encouraged them forward with a nod. They stepped into the room and paused to take it in. From the elaborately carved dark mahogany bar lined with every imaginable type of liqueur, to the lovingly worn floor that had seen thousands of pairs of feet during its existence, it was all club. The couple moved inside as the door closed behind them with scarcely a whisper. As they studied the room, two things struck James. First, they were the only customers. Second, everyone else in the room wore very little and were male. Their smiling waiter stepped to their table. James swallowed hard as he looked at the man standing before him. He dressed in the same boots as the bouncer, which were buckled to just below his knees. The remainder of the waiter’s clothing consisted of a black leather jockstrap filled to capacity. Bio: Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books. A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story. <a href="http://jonkeys.com/" target="_blank">Blog</a> ~ <a href="https://m.facebook.com/jon.keys.773?_rdr" target="_blank">Facebook</a> ~ <a href="https://mobile.twitter.com/Jon4Keys" target="_blank">Twitter</a><br />
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<br />lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-22470455714010904962015-02-12T00:00:00.000-05:002015-02-17T17:29:49.009-05:00welcome author Joanne Myers to my blog todayI'd like to welcome back author Joanne Myers. <br />
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Thank you Lily, for having me. I will be awarding two lucky people who comment, each a paperback or PDF of their choice. The choices are, Murder Most Foul, Wicked Intentions, Twisted Love, The Crime of the Century, Flagitious, Loves, Myths, and Monsters, or Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between. Its your choice. Facts About Lycanthrope<br />
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The study of Lycanthropy, ( Greek word for ‘Lycan’ meaning wolf, and ‘thrope’ meaning man) is a rare condition in which a person has an uncontrollable desire to eat human flesh, or drink human blood. It is vastly scrutinized by psychiatrists. That was not the case for my hero Detective Nick Difozzio, in “The Tarot Card Murders,” one tale in my crime/mystery anthology, “Flagitious”. When young and virginal homicide victims turn up with human bite marks and drained of blood, this ex-Navy man knew he had a gang of Lycanthropes in his town. The perception of a link between mental illness and animalistic behavior has been traced throughout the history of folklore from many different countries. Centuries ago, persons exhibiting bizarre symptoms were written off as the afflicted being melancholy. Nowadays, some doctors refer to Clinical lycanthropy as a psychotic episode caused by another condition such as schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, or clinical depression. In “The Tarot Card Murders,” Nick is on his own to prove this murderous gang exists. When the Chief of Police, orders him off the case, Nick is left with only his courage, wits, determination and a Voodoo Priestess, to solve these bizarre murders, and save his citizens. Documented cases of lycanthrope include the afflicted suffering from the same 4 symptoms; delusions, hallucinations, and disorganized speech and behavior, such as barking or howling, walking on all fours, and scratching furniture. In “The Tarot Card Murders”, the gang members are connected by their birthdates, of August 24. The birthstone Peridot, and the Horoscope sign Virgo. Members are kept in line with monetary rewards, intimidation, and threats of death, from the gangs Alfa male and female. The more Nick uncovers, the more personal and dangerous this case becomes. If you enjoy reading about lust, lies and deceit, you will love “The Tarot Card Murders”.<br />
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Blurbs for “Flagitious” a four crime/mystery anthology “Too Solve His Mother’s Murder” After his Air Force career was interrupted by his mother’s untimely murder, Steven Moore, returned home. Met with a cold reception of lies, secrets, and threats, he is determined too find Wanda’s killer, even at the cost of his own life. Was Wanda a victim of the legendary Hatchet Man? Was this loving and devoted mother killed because of her shady past, or for her inheritance? Between finding the truth and falling in love, Steven stops at nothing, too solve his mother’s murder. “The Other Couple’s Child” Charlotte had it all. A loving and devoted husband. Supportive family and friends, and a house full of beautiful children. Everything was perfect for this Super Mom, until a medical procedure turns her life upside down, and spirals into a child abduction case. Time is running out. Will police arrive in time to save Charlotte and the other couple’s child? “3381 Market Street” Katherine Sims, a young widow working for a brokerage firm in a small southeastern town, is tired of the excuses concerning Charlie’s absence. She knows something terrible must have happened to her favorite nephew with the sad blue-eyes. After exposing the killer, Katherine’s life is turned upside down and she finds herself fighting for her life. Filled with maniacal suspects, a Satanic Cult, and danger around each corner, this story depicts one woman’s courage too avenge a child’s murder, while finding unexpected love. “The Tarot Card Murders” New Detective, and ex-navel man, twenty-six-year-old Nick Difozzio, returns to his small county determined too abolish crime. Not until death knocked on his door, did he know the face of evil. Will the decorated veteran destroy the Lycanthropes, or will he succumb to their murderess desires and become one of them? He took an oath too protect, honor, and uphold the law, but can he defy the lust, riches, and power offered, or are the ‘dark forces’ stronger than his will? Excerpt from “The Tarot Card Murders” The Scene: Detective Nick Difozzio has been called to another bizarre murder scene, located in the abandoned industrial section of town. An abrupt silence you could cut with a knife filled the room. “Shape-shifters?” said one from the group. “You mean like a Yeti turns into a deer to avoid those who track it. Or the Lock Ness monster turns into a log.” After Ted and the others poked fun at his fantastic idea, Nick laid it out, “Not exactly. But certain creatures are believed to have shape-shifting powers of one sort or another, and what other possibility is there to explain these bizarre murders?” “Well, we could have a psychopath lurkin’ around. Or a nutty drifter or escaped convict,” Ted said. “But it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to understand that, if shape-shifters do exit, they would be very elusive creatures, nearly impossible to detect and capture. What does take a lot of imagination, is believing in shape-shifters.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Nick said. Once outside, he noticed the full moon, and wondered, who will die tonight? On reaching his vehicle, he discovered a surprise in his passenger seat. “Denise, what’s going on?” he asked via the driver’s window. With teeth white as snow, she said, “Well, sugar, I was thinkin’ about the last time you were at my house. You remember, when you cabbaged my safe contents so foolishly?” With a chuckle, he nodded. “Honey, the only foolish thing I did that night was fail to realize the money in the safe was counterfeit. But I bet it’s all gone now.” “And I bet you’re right,” she smiled. Just then, Denise’ partner in crime, twenty-two-year-old Wendy Goss zapped the lawman with a stun gun from behind, dropping him like a hot potato. Jumping from the vehicle, Denise removed Nick’s gun and cell phone, placing them under the seat. Afterward, both women placed him in the backseat. Getting behind the steering wheel of Nick’s car, Denise drove his Mustang, while Wendy followed in her Firebird. Halfway to the destination spot, Nick regained consciousness. With his gun gone, he played dead, hoping to find the gang’s hangout. Soon both vehicles stopped. Denise exited the Ford then helped Wendy search the Firebird’s trunk, for items needed for Nick’s demise. “Someone better keep an eye on the cop,” Wendy said. “Don’t worry, that pig’s out cold,” Denise said, finding rope. Peering out the back window, Nick realized he was on an abandoned farm. Searching for landmarks, he memorized a foreclosure sign reading Stonewall Realty. Uncertain if the girls were armed, Nick made the decision to strike now or never. Disabling his car’s dome light, he cautiously retreated from the backseat. As quiet as a mouse, he snuck up on the chattering women foraging for items to gag and bind him. As soon as the murdering beauties were finished gathering their supplies, Denise slammed the trunk shut. Immediately Nick punched her between her baby blues, knocking her to the ground before turning on Wendy. Struggling with the yellow-haired lady, who, like her partner, was trained in Judo, Nick swapped blows with the tall slender gal and encountered a high degree of skill. Then, recovering, Denise attacked him from behind with a blow to his ribs, bringing him to his knees. Both women struck like tigers from all sides. Doing his best to avoid their most deadly kicks, Nick used every device not nailed down as a weapon against the feisty felines. First, his leather belt with the sterling silver buckle, then, a stray piece of firewood left behind by the homeowners. Across the parking area, the trio fought. Nick matched his street skills against the trained martial artists as each one fought for their own reasons. The gallant cop battled for his life and self-respect, while the women fought for control over the detective representing the authority they loathed. Or perhaps, Denise and Wendy’s desire for domination extended to include the entire county, not just the town, thought Nick. Whatever the reason, they’re formidable. Bruised and bleeding, the women fought until Nick broke Wendy’s arm. Seizing the opportunity to get away, she escaped in her vehicle leaving her comrade helpless and easily overpowered. “Get off me, you bastard!” Denise screamed as Nick slammed her to the ground, cuffing her. “You’re under arrest.” Wiping the blood from his lip, he threw her into his vehicle then drove to the local hospital. On the way there, Nick phoned headquarters, “I got one of the blood members. We’re on our way to the ER.” Author Bio: JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having seven novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. Her original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com<br />
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">With his ten-year high school reunion approaching, Harold wonders whether Mario will be as muscular, sexy, and tantalizing as he remembers. As a teenager, it was love at first sight for Harold while tutoring football star Mario, until homophobia and bullying drove Mario deep into the closet. Now they’re both married men. Mario, a model, is miserable with his producer wife, while Harold, a teacher, is perfectly content with his businessman husband, Stuart. When the two meet again, will the old flame reignite, setting Harold’s comfortable life ablaze? How can Harold be happy with Stuart when he is still infatuated with his Adonis, his first love, Mario? Harold faces this seemingly impossible situation with inimitable wit, tenderness, and humor as he attempts to reconcile the past and the future.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Joe Cosentino is the author of the acclaimed mystery novel, <i>Paper Doll</i> (Whiskey Creek Press). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. His one-act plays, <i>Infatuation</i> and <i>Neighbor</i>, were performed in New York City. He wrote a musical theatre adaptation of <i>The Nutcracker and the Mouse King</i> (Eldridge Plays and Musicals), and <i>The Perils of Pauline</i> educational film (Prentice Hall Publishers). Joe is currently Head of the Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married. His upcoming novels are <i>Porcelain Doll</i> and <i>Drama Queen</i>. <a href="http://joecosentino.weebly.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #1155cc;">http://JoeCosentino.weebly.com</span></a><wbr></wbr>. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><u></u><u></u></span></div>
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One Friday afternoon I <i>accidentally</i> ran into my hero in the boy's locker room. I’d had enough of the big guys banging me into gym lockers, pushing me into cold showers, and hanging me from the gym ropes. So I was on my way to give Mr. Adoni a note from Dr. Dlorah excusing me from gym class for the remainder of the school year (due to my highly contagious disease being studied by my doctor in Guatemala, where he could not be reached for the next year).<u></u><u></u></div>
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The locker room smelled of an odd combination of soap, cologne, sweat, and desire. Mario was getting ready for football practice, standing at his gym locker without a combination lock on it. Nobody would dare to break into it (Except for me that one time I smelled his jock strap. Okay maybe it was a few times, but not more than ten.). Mario slid his T-shirt (red today) over his thick, black hair and threw it on the nearby bench. No longer harnessed by cotton, his arm, back, chest, and neck muscles swelled to full size. I was half hidden behind the adjoining row of lockers, wearing my usual green and blue flannel shirt and brown corduroy pants. Mario, who wasn’t looking in my direction, said something really beautiful to me that I will never forget. “Hi.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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“Did you just? Oh. Hi. Hello. Good afternoon. Nice to see you. I mean, change with you.” I looked down at the floor (but cheated a bit) as Mario kicked off his boots, slipped off his jeans then threw them in the lucky locker. His red underpants (briefs) revealed ample manhood. <i>This is better than the newspaper’s underwear ads!<u></u><u></u></i></div>
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“Good gym class today with Mr. Adonis, I mean, Mr. Adoni.” <i>Did I just say that?</i> “Harold High.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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“Mario Ginetti. Like nothin’ else imaginable.” Mario smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth, and held the sweat clothes in his hands as if he was mortal.<u></u><u></u></div>
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“I know. I watch your body play.” <i>Why can’t I stop talking? </i>“I mean, I watch you play … football … on the field … in your football outfit.” <i>I feel like Michelangelo with his David!<u></u><u></u></i></div>
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“I'm voting for your body … I mean I'm voting for <i>you</i> for president of your … our … <i>the </i>student body.” <i>I need my jaw wired shut.</i> “I’m your lab partner in Chemistry class. Ms. Hungry’s class … I mean Ms. Hunsley’s class.”<u></u><u></u></div>
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It began as a one-act play, which I expanded and morphed into a novella. So it took many months to write. The story is personal and important to me, so I wanted to get everything just right. Once I was confident that I had achieved just that, a la God, I announced to my spouse, “It is finished!” I have not had a better night’s sleep before or after that night—until I saw the gorgeous book cover!<br /><br /><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span> While the situation is fictitious, Harold is based on me, so it’s a no-brainer! Actually, I really admire Harold’s resilience, honesty, intelligence, wit, and ability to keep going in trying situations. His heart may be broken, but his spirit always stays intact. Harold’s devotion to his spouse, Stuart, is admirable, as is his honesty about his teenage infatuation with Mario. I love that the story spans twenty years so we see Harold (and Mario) develop and mature.</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span> It is always hard for me to write homophobic characters. How nonsensical is it for someone to spend his/her time, money, and energy trying to hurt, belittle, or take away the rights of someone else? In most cases, the homophobic person is gay him/herself, and due to internalized homophobia, is battling with him/herself via the gay target. That is the case with the two homophobic characters in my novel.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span> Mario is a combination of many supposedly straight, perfect guys who gay guys so easily become infatuated with every day. I love that the story spans twenty years so we see Harold (and Mario) develop and mature in their special relationship. I also love that Harold and Mario come full circle at their high school reunion. </span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span> My first novel, PAPER DOLL, is published by Whiskey Creek Press. It is a mystery romance novel about an ex-child movie star. Since I was a professional actor, I was able to use my knowledge of show business to create a captivating, humorous, romantic, mystery with lots of plot twists and turns, leading to a surprising ending. Though the leading characters are straight, there are many terrific gay supporting characters, including an M/M romance.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span> I love reading and writing stories with engaging characters who I want to spend time with. I recommend letting your characters talk to one another and seeing what happens. An outline is simply an outline. Don’t be afraid to deviate from it. Also, a romance story needs much more than romance. Don’t forget the humor, and the twists and turns in the story. Finally, until gays have equal civil rights, a little politicking never hurt.</span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span><span style="color: black;"> I am currently writing a sequel novel to PAPER DOLL, entitled PORCELAIN DOLL. I am also working on an M/M comedy mystery series set in the world of academia for Lethe Press. Since I am a college professor, I know that world quite well. Happily, nobody has been murdered at my college—yet. I am finishing the first three novels, DRAMA QUEEN, DRAMA MUSCLE, and DRAMA CRUISE.</span></span><u></u><u></u></div>
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<span> Armistead Maupin has an amazing flair for writing eccentric, loveable characters with engaging and realistic dialogue. </span><u></u><u></u></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-41571598708493044032015-01-15T14:43:00.001-05:002015-01-15T14:43:32.441-05:00welcome to a new yearI know you're probably wondering where I've been, I've been around. What hasn't been around is my muse. A lot has happened over the past year or two and it's thrown me for a loop.<br />
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I'm looking to change some things, and hopefully I'll be able to get back into writing again.<br />
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In the mealtime I plan to have some writers guest on my blog so stay tuned. <br />
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In the meantime Happy New Year! And thanks for not going awaylily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-61639024612627515272014-10-28T00:00:00.001-04:002014-10-28T00:00:08.654-04:00welcome author Joanne Myers<br />
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Hello Lily,<br />
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I am pleased to be here. I will also be awarding two lucky people who comment each a print book of their choice. The choices are: "TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology<br />
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"WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology<br />
"LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology<br />
“MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery<br />
“POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN” “FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology<br />
“THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY” a biography true crime<br />
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What's on your writing desk? A mess of papers, pencils, my calendar, radio, phone, coffee cup blah! Blah! Blah!<br />
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E-books, print, or both? Any preferences? Why? Print books, because I like the feel of paper between my fingers. Do you read books more than once? If so, name one. What's special about it?<br />
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Black Beauty when I was young, because it was so wonderfully tragic with a happy ending. Music while you write? What kind? Easy Listening<br />
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What triggered the story behind your “The Crime of the Century” ? I needed to write this story because it is a true crime that occurred in my hometown of Logan, Ohio. This case terrified my small town and destroyed two families. It took nearly 30 years to find the true killers.<br />
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What do you read? Do you read different genres when you're writing vs not writing? I read mostly true crime stories.<br />
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What makes you laugh? A good comedy<br />
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Your favorite vacation-right now it was NYC where I just returned from. It is worth seeing again.<br />
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Blurb for “The Crime of the Century” a shocking true story The residents of Rolling Hills, a hamlet in southeastern Ohio, were horrified when the dismembered bodies of two missing teens were pulled from the local river. Multiply suspects surfaced, but only one was railroaded, Richard Allan Lloyd, a known nudist and hothead.<br />
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What began as an evening stroll turned into what found only in horror films, and dubbed ‘the crime of the century’. 18 year old Babette, a voluptuous beauty contestant and horsewoman, and her 19 year old boyfriend Shane Shoemaker, a jealous and possessive unemployed printer, were last seen crossing a trestle bridge. Within fourteen days, their mutilated torsos and severed heads and limbs were unearthed, suggesting satanic cult activity. With an investigation smeared with contradicting statements, and a botched crime scene, investigators built a flimsy case against Richard Lloyd. The three-week trial was based on police corruption and ineptitude, fairytale theories, and forensic mishandling. This heinous crime shattered the sense of security for Rolling Hills, destroyed two families, and forever scarred the town. This story is a detailed account of finding justice for Babette and Shane, and of one man’s perseverance to gain his freedom from death row.<br />
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EXCERPT: At 5:45 pm., Chief White used his walkie-talkie, to radio Lt. Phillipes, who stayed at the command post with Richard and Nancy. Only a few short words were needed. “We found something, but we don’t know what it is,” said the chief. What searchers found . . . was unthinkable. Just 150 yards north of the railroad trestle spanning Bottle Neck River, Sheriff Reynolds and one of his deputies reported “something entangled in debris,” near their small boat. The officers initially said they believed the object was an animal carcass. Once it was dislodged and floated down stream, they realized it was human. The officers then followed the remains and discovered 30 yards south of the first torso, the second torso was located. Both torsos were reportedly snagged against brush along the riverbank just west of The Regency Supply Company. Both torsos were reportedly nude and so badly decomposed, officers said they were unable to determine their sex. Upon the discovery, Jack Jones broke down and was seen “running and screaming” from the area. The remains were pulled to shore and coroner Rausch was summoned to the riverbank. Law enforcement personnel cleared the immediate area of non-official personnel. Afterward, they stationed themselves around the perimeter of the area while the bodies were examined. Many searchers, upon leaving the crime scene, were overheard by reporters asking one another “Are the authorities looking for one killer or two?” After his initial examination of the bodies, the coroner said he was unable to rule on the cause of death or what sex the torsos were. What he did say, was that if one man committed both murders, it was “during a great rage” and by someone with something “very personal” against one, or both, of the victims. Sheriff Reynolds reported an empty purse found, but did not know if it belonged to Babette. He told reporters, he did not believe the bodies were the missing Rolling Hills teens. Richard Lloyd told reporters that, when he and Nancy heard the bodies might not be that of Babette and Shane, they were relieved, and said, “That comment gave me and Nancy a speck of hope.” The discovery of the bodies shocked and silenced the group of volunteers. Most returned to the Kroger parking lot after the first torso was found. Some remained silent, while others were seen conversing in hushed tones, telling reporters they “expected the search to turn up nothing.” Sheriff Reynolds was placed in primary charge since all evidence at that time, pointed to the murders being committed outside of Rolling Hills’s corporation limit, which is the point of origin that the sheriff’s office jurisdiction begins. When officers carried a body bag from the river, Lt. Phillipes approached “the quiet couple.” He claimed Richard calmly asked, “Is it them?” At first Phillipes said, he did not know how to answer, but admitted it was two individuals. He told them the remains might belong to a young Columbus area pair, Chris and Peggy Lerch, reported missing around the same time as Babette and Shane. Phillipes said Richard then asked if he could view the bodies, saying “me and Nancy need to know if it’s our daughter.” Phillipes said he told the couple, “not right now.” He claimed Richard then asked, “Are they all chopped up?”<br />
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Author Bio: I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com Other books by JoAnne: "TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology "WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology "LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology “MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery “POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN” “FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology Order your copy of “The Crime of the Century” by JoAnne Myers here http://www.blackrosewriting.com/non-fiction/the-crime-of-the-century-a-shocking-true-story http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crime-of-the-century-joanne-myers/1118400773? ean=2940045695466&itm=1&usri=the+crime+of+the+century http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crime-of-the-century-joanne-myers/1118400773 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00IFHT5K6/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1612963072/Contact: Email: authorjoannemyers@yahoo.com http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927 http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers<br />
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JoAnne Myers-Author of Murder Most Foul, Wicked Intentions, Twisted Love, Loves, Myths, and Monsters, The Crime of the Century, and Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between.<br />
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<br />lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-58712595539305471342014-10-15T00:00:00.000-04:002014-10-15T00:00:00.305-04:00welcome authors Julie Lynn Hayes and M.A. ChurchI'd like to give a warm welcome to Julie Lynn Hayes and M.A. Church. Let's find out more about their book " Be My Human"<br />
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door opens and two men enter the room. One has inquisitive green eyes and calico hair, an unusual color on Earth, but common on his home planet of Trygos.<br />
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Taz: My Reed, why have those two sent us out again? I do not understand.<br />
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Reed: Time for another book, that's why. *looks at Julie and Michelle* Am I right?<br />
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Julie: Gosh, Michelle, guess we can’t pull the wool over these guys’ eyes, can we?<br />
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Taz: I don’t understand, why would you wish to do that? Then we could not see.<br />
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Michelle: *Groans. Gotta find a book that explains this stuff!* And here we go.<br />
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Reed: I'll explain later, kitten. *looks out at everybody* Hello out there. I'm Reed, and this is my boyfriend, Taz. Taz is an alien. Yes, I mean he's an honest-to-goodness alien. He's from the planet Trygos. We met at the Empire State Building when Taz was left behind by a dumbass alien called Vorlod. The no-good ass dumped Taz. Just left him at the ESB with no money or anything. It still makes me crazy when I think about that.<br />
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Taz: No, my Reed, do not let him make you crazy, he is not worth it. *He purrs and wraps himself around Reed* Just think, if not for him, I would not have you now.<br />
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Julie: *rolls eyes* Michelle, isn’t this the part where they usually tell us to get out? And mind our own business or something?<br />
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Michelle: Yes, usually. *grins* I'm not going anywhere, so...<br />
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Reed. Right. *untangles Taz* Okay, kitten, back in your seat. No, no, your seat, not mine. *Shakes head* So, what do you guys want to ask us?<br />
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Julie: You know, the usual. What’s new, what have you been up to? Seen any good plays. That kind of thing.<br />
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Taz: *trying to be helpful* Well, Reed has been talking about getting a swing, and I think it sounds—”<br />
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Michelle: *snort*grin*giggle*<br />
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Reed: *turns red* Speaking of sounds. Did you hear that? No? Huh. Wonder what that was. Now, I, ah... okay, what's been going on, right? Well, Taz and I ended up going down to see the folks as a spur of the moment thing. My dad had a health scare. Turns out it was not a major thing, but it was scary. Taz got to meet my parents and siblings, though.<br />
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Taz: Your sister Renee is wonderful, and I love both the Herb and Jeanette. But Jacob... *frowns* He is not a nice man. I wish we could have removed that stick you told me he has up his ass.<br />
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Julie: *works hard not to laugh aloud* Gosh, anyone have a drink? Where’s a drink when you need one?<br />
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Michelle: *looks at Julie* Maybe we should've put an 'on' button on that stick. Might have loosened him up, lol.<br />
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Reed: Doubt it.<br />
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Michelle: *dies laughing* Okay, maybe not. I didn't care for him, either. I did like Renee. She’s cool. I'd love to kick back at her bar. That was a cool place.<br />
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Julie: I know, right? And watching these two *jerks a thumb toward Reed and Taz* was priceless. Except when you-know-who showed up.<br />
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Taz: *frowns* Please do not bring him up. He is evil, and a very bad man.<br />
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Michelle: Yeah, well, he is a bad man. And you didn’t let him get away with anything either.<br />
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Reed: I have to say, Peyton certainly met his match in Taz. But I’m glad Peyton pushed his way back into my life. I mean, I didn’t enjoy the things he did this time, but I had many unresolved issues concerning him. Seeing Peyton again forced me to handle those. Having Taz there with me, helping me, was very important. I’m not sure I would have been able to face Peyton without Taz’s love behind me.<br />
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Julie: Well, it’s cheaper than therapy, you gotta admit. Hey Michelle, think we can go to Renee’s bar? We can make these guys take us and pick up the tab?<br />
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Taz: *looks around on the floor* I don’t see the tab, Reed, what color is it?<br />
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Reed: *Looks at Julie, then at Taz* It’s green, kitten. As in the color of money green. I’ll be paying for the drinks for all of us.<br />
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Michelle: *LOL* Good one, Reed. By the way, Reed, how’s your dad doing?<br />
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Reed: Still griping about all the things that are bad for him that he can’t eat now. But he’s exercising more now, and he’s cut back on his favorite treat—ice cream. His health scare really got his attention. I do think he splurges now and then, and Mom turns a blind eye. Got to keep the old man happy or who knows what he’d run out and eat. I love my parents, but I have to say I’m glad to be home. I missed New York.<br />
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Taz: Me too. Very much. It’s hard to be quiet all the time. New York is a noisy place. Nobody notices a little sound. *He grins in a very pleased manner*<br />
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Julie: *tries not to burst into laughter and almost chokes* Do we want to know more about that, Michelle, or should we let sleeping kitties lie?<br />
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Taz: *confused* But I am not sleeping. That is silly.<br />
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Michelle: Let sleeping kitties lie lol. *waves* Thanks for stopping by, everyone! Here is the blurb and excerpt for Be My Human.<br />
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Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.<br />
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But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories.<br />
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Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?<br />
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They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.<br />
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When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.<br />
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He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.<br />
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The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.<br />
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What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?<br />
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Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.<br />
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M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children. She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. Blog Twitter Goodreads Amazon page Facebooklily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-5674404890939107362014-10-09T00:00:00.000-04:002014-10-09T00:00:00.401-04:00Welcome author Kim FieldingHi! I'm Kim Fielding, and I want to talk to you about airports.
I travel by air fairly often. Every month or two, on the average. This means I spend a lot of time in airports, and generally I don't mind that. In fact, I find them good places to work— although when they're crowded, I wonder if people are reading over my shoulder as I type, and if so, what they think. Nothing like trying to write a juicy sex scene in the middle of a crowd.
I think there are good and bad things about airports. On the plus side, I can nest with Starbucks and various treats, plus my laptop and Kindle. My kids aren't usually there to interrupt me.
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Another advantage is the view. I like looking at the planes. Watching them take off and land is even better.
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People-watching and eavesdropping opportunities are excellent. I have stolen characters and bits of conversation more than once. And you never know who else is traveling that day. See that man in the orange jersey? He's the very proud father of an NFL player, and he was on his way to Seattle to watch his son play.
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But then there are the downsides. Airports are all pretty much the same. If it weren't for the T-shirts in the gift shops, you'd hardly know where you were.
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I always make sure to bring plenty of reading material, because airport selections tend to be uninspiring. Unless you're into Ayn Rand or self-help.
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Some airports try to liven things up with art, but the results can be weird. That giant musical instrument thing houses an Internet kiosk. I don't know why.
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Of course, the worst thing about airports is getting stranded in one when you want to be somewhere else. Most recently, this happened to me in Minneapolis. A pretty nice airport, but not where I wanted to spend a day. That experience inspired a story, however, so I guess I shouldn't be too angry at Delta.
In "Standby," Tom misses his connecting flight and gets stuck at the airport. It's not a fun experience--until he meets Rafael.
"Standby" is in the <em>Stranded</em> anthology. It's one of my five (!) new releases. To celebrate, I'm doing a Fieldingpalooza book tour with contests. Please join me!
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To celebrate her releases, Kim is giving things away!
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Kim's new releases are:
<a href="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/BoneDry_postcard_front_DSP.jpg"> <img alt="BoneDry_postcard_front_DSP" class="alignleft wp-image-1326 size-thumbnail" src="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/BoneDry_postcard_front_DSP-150x150.jpg" height="150" width="150" /></a><a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?%20products_id=5536" target="_blank">Bone Dry</a>--book 3 in the Bones series--<a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?%20products_id=5536" target="_blank">available now for preorder</a>
<a href="http://www.waywardinkpublishing.com/product/stranded/" target="_blank"><img alt="STRANDED-Final Cover" class="alignleft wp-image-1393 size-thumbnail" src="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/STRANDED-Final-Cover-150x150.jpg" height="150" width="150" />"Standby" in the <em>Stranded </em>anthology--available now</a> for preorder
<em><a href="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Coverartdraft2_Brute.jpg"> <img alt="Coverartdraft2_Brute" class="alignleft wp-image-807 size-thumbnail" src="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Coverartdraft2_Brute-150x150.jpg" height="150" width="150" /></a><a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5615" target="_blank">Brute</a></em><a href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?%20products_id=5615" target="_blank">--French translation--available now</a>
<a href="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Bones_Cover6.jpg"><img alt="Bones_Cover6" class="alignleft wp-image-1351 size-thumbnail" src="http://www.kfieldingwrites.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Bones_Cover6-150x150.jpg" height="150" width="150" /></a>"<a dance="" em="" href="http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5564%3EThe" in="" the="">Bones</a> anthology (<em>gothika</em> vol. 2) --preorder now, releases Oct. 27
Four novellas, all with voodoo themes
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All proceeds from this story go to Doctors Without Borders.
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You can find more information about all Kim's books--and some free stories--on her website: <a href="http://kfieldingwrites.com/" target="_blank">http://kfieldingwrites.com</a>
You can also follow her on Twitter @KFieldingWrites and Facebook at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KFieldingWrites" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/KFieldingWrites</a>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Bradley Hand ITC"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Caedmon, is a sexy dragon shifter who has never known love, has never even craved it…until now. It’s been years since his last mission helping his friends Dezso and Iria. Witnessing their bond, their love for one another. Now he’s had the strange desire for a mate, a companion. Someone to…love for too long.<br /> <br /> Mia Silver has worked hard for years to be where she is right now. She’s worked even harder keeping her secret. Most of her tireless work has paid off. All has been smooth sailing and hopefully, it will remain that way for the rest of her years. She can’t help but to think that her current situation might possibly be the calm before the proverbial storm. She knows something is coming. Just not what it is…<br /> <br /> Two very different beings that both have an unfathomable focus, hearts of gold and deep desires have been brought together by the hands of fate. Will their choices be the right ones? Who provides wisdom to the guides?<br /> <br />Add to your Goodreads shelf:<a href="https://www.blogger.com/goog_459805639"> <o:p></o:p></a></span></b><span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC;"><span style="font-size: 21.1111125946045px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;"><b><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23160608-dragon-s-destiny">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23160608-dragon-s-destiny</a><br /><br />Find more about A.R. here: </b></span><span style="font-size: 21.1111125946045px; line-height: 24.5333347320557px;"><b><a href="http://ar-von.com/">http://ar-von.com/</a></b></span></span><br />
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-79994080761226626752014-09-19T00:00:00.000-04:002014-09-19T00:00:02.125-04:00welcome author Joanne MyersI'd like to welcome to my blog Joanne Myers. Today she is sharing her knowledge of writing mysteries with us. We also find out about her book "Murder Most Foul." Thank you Joanne.<br />
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Writing Mystery by JoAnne Myers<br />
Before writing a word, take some time to jot down key story points. As you're writing, the story will want to take on a life of its own. Having a handy reference of key points will help keep your story on track and you from pulling your hair out. A list of key points is also helpful when outlining the story plot. You may very well find that the story begins to unfold as you're writing down the key points. If this happens...let it! Write down any ideas or details that come to you, they'll come in handy later.<br />
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Some key points to consider are; what is the mystery? This is the underlying theme to the entire story so be as in-depth as possible (has there been a murder or a theft or a kidnapping? If so, how and where was it committed?).<br />
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Hunt for the culprit. Every good story has at least one antagonist, but what steps must the hero or heroine take to find him/her? How will the villain evade the hero? How is the mystery solved? In mystery writing there are a lot of twists and turns. Write down your initial thoughts for plot twists, red herrings to throw the readers off the trail of the true villain, and of course the final stages of how the good guy will prevail...or does he? You need to decide whether or not the hero or the villain wins in the end. Many hero’s die trying to solve their case. Many are involved in physical altercations with other characters. You must decide how many altercations, the number of characters involved, and what weapons if any are used. It is not a good idea to only engage your characters with fist fighting. Throw in some knives, chains, falling from windows, or my favorite, a poisoning, and other nasty assaults.<br />
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Every great story has well rounded characters. We read fiction because we want to be entertained and develop a connection with the characters. Outlining items such as personality traits, physical features, and quirks can help bring your characters to life; a speech impediment, or limp, or a nervous twitch.<br />
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For the Protagonist, decide the name, age, where does he/she live, does he/she have a family or pets, what is their driving goal for taking on this particular case? Is the hero a police officer, a person sworn to honesty, pride, and valor. Or is the good guy a private detective being paid to find a certain someone. Or your main character could be a parent or sibling searching for a missing loved one.<br />
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For the Antagonist, decide the name, age, where does he/she live, is there an underlying reason for being the antagonist? Perhaps this person is a career criminal. On the other hand, maybe he/she is a good person that suffered an unjust and turned to crime out of bitterness and despair. Then you have your support characters, who are the color of the story. They provide depth to the story whether good or bad. A support character could be as simple as a loud mouth hot dog vendor standing on a street corner or as in-depth as the villain's partner in crime. In writing a mystery story, support characters can take on a life of their own with the reader, so make them interesting. Just because they are labeled support characters does not mean they are any less important than the main characters.<br />
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Next is the location of the story. When and where is the story set? These two key elements are what bring your story to life. Mystery story writing is a broad genre and could be set in any time period and in any place. When working with actual locations it is a good idea to do research on the location first. Readers want to feel as though they are there with the characters, so being able to accurately describe a location is vital. Time periods are no exception. If the story is set in 1940's New Orleans, the reader will want to see their surroundings, not just be told the story is taking place in a speakeasy or church. Be descriptive!<br />
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A mystery story is not a story without a solid well thought out plot. Some things to consider when developing the story plot: What is the driving force of the mystery? To solve a murder, or rescue a kidnap victim? What does the villain do to thwart the hero? Does the villain get his goons on the hero? Is the hero being set up by the villain and now he is being hunted by police. What other obstacles get in the way of solving the mystery?<br />
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One of the most important elements of writing a mystery story is suspense. Giving away too much too soon will bore the reader. It is best if the suspense is sprinkled throughout the story; bring the mystery to light within the first few chapters, then as the story progresses add a clue here and there without revealing the outcome until the final chapter. Do not be afraid to add a "red herring" or false clue, within the stories context. Readers love nothing better than to think they have everything figured out only to find in the end they were mistaken the entire time. The final few chapters of the story should hold the climax of the conflict and resolution between the hero and villain, including how all of the clues scattered throughout the story cumulatively solves the mystery. A good conclusion gives the reader a sense of closure in finding out how the hero solved the mystery. Remember that not all mysteries have to be completely solved or have a "happy" ending. If you are writing a series of stories, the villain may get away at the end of story #1 with the hero using clues from story #1 to track down the villain in story #2. In mystery story writing, the possibilities are only limited by your imagination.<br />
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Blurb for “Murder Most Foul” a detective/mystery<br />
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When two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest, the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime scene, everyone becomes a suspect. The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse, believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. How far will these lover’s go to solve this heinous crime before anymore killings. Determined to find the truth, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death.<br />
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Author Bio: JoAnne has been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of her life. Besides having seven novels under her belt, JoAnne canvas paints. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, JoAnne spends time with relatives, her dog Jasmine, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. Her original canvas paintings, can be found at: <a href="http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/" target="_blank">http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/</a><br />
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Buy Links: Available in EPub, HTML, PDF. <a href="http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/MMF.html" target="_blank">http://www.melange-books.com/authors/joannemyers/MMF.html</a><br />
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For Paperback: <a href="http://www.lulu.com/shop/joanne-myers/murder-most-foul/paperback/product-21183493.html" target="_blank">http://www.lulu.com/shop/joanne-myers/murder-most-foul/paperback/product-21183493.html</a> Other books by JoAnne: "WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology "LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology "THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY," a biography true-crime “POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN” "TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology Other books soon available: “FLAGITIOUS,” a detective/mystery anthology available in September<br />
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Contact JoAnne: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927" target="_blank">http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.92</a><br />
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Blog: <a href="http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2" target="_blank">http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2</a>lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-13223405570545102722014-09-07T00:00:00.001-04:002014-09-07T00:00:04.037-04:00welcome guest author Jean RobertaI'd like to welcome author Jean Roberta to my blog.<br />
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1. How long have you been writing?<br />
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Most of my life! I was thrilled to win a major award for a short story I entered in the Canada Permanent Trust Student Writing contest in my last year of high school, many years ago. (There were nine winners from different provinces. One of them was chosen as the national winner.) After I graduated, I applied for a typing job with the company that had sponsored the contest, and got turned down. My five minutes of fame hadn’t launched me into a career of any kind, so I went to university instead.<br />
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In 1988, I had a book of lesbian stories published by a one-woman publisher, and I attended the Third International Feminist Book Fair in Montreal, partly to flog my book. There I saw a call-for-submissions for lesbian erotica. How edgy was that! I wrote three stories, feeling very daring, sent them in, and got a letter in the mail saying that all three were accepted! Soon afterward, the small press that had posted the call went bust, so my stories gathered dust for a few years.<br />
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In 1998, my sweetie and I acquired our first computer, and I joined the Erotic Readers Association, which put me in touch with a writing community and up-to-date calls-for-submissions. About a year after I began sending out stories and getting no response, one of them was accepted for Best Lesbian Erotica, then I had four stories in two Black Lace anthologies. I was finally launched as a writer with a steady stream of publications.<br />
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2. What is your favorite genre to write?<br />
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Fiction that focuses on desire, whether it is sexually explicit or not. Desire is the emotion that moves plots forward.<br />
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Several stories to submit for anthologies. I also have regular blog posts to write. I post something on the 26 th of every month here: www.erotica-readers.blogspot.com and every other Friday here: www.ohgetagrip.blogspot.com I also have a bigger project in mind: a book about erotica, feminism and censorship in Canada in the 1980s and 1990s, focusing on my own experiences. The local university press is interested, and I have a collection of contemporary articles (by me and by other people) to draw on.<br />
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4. When you begin a story, do you start with character or plot?<br />
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When I write for myself, I usually start with a character: someone I have met in a dream, or who haunts my mind in some way. When I write in response to a call-for-submissions, the theme usually suggests a plot, and then the characters follow.<br />
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What inspired it? My latest story is “Shelter,” and it appears in Forbidden Fruit: unwise stories of lesbian desire, which was launched on September 6, 2014.<br />
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“I didn’t intend to open my door for anyone at 1:00 a.m., but I couldn’t resist looking through the peep-hole to see who was there.<br />
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Cheekbones, long nose, full lips, short dark hair, direct gaze, evil grin. Unmistakably Renee Sharp.”<br />
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Anna, the narrator, is a fairly naïve young woman from a middle-class family who first met Renee, the “bad girl,” in elementary school. As a neglected ten-year-old foster child, Renee seemed to embody the phrase “at-risk.” She followed a predictable path by dropping out of high school and entering a life of crime while Anna was keeping up her grades, then attending university. Anna and Renee are both attracted to each other, but by the time they meet again as adults, there is an almost unbridgeable culture gap between them. This story was inspired by my experiences with people who are different from me in various ways. Even when there are some good intentions on both sides, mutual acceptance doesn’t always seem possible.<br />
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Bio: Jean Roberta teaches English in a Canadian university and writes in several genres. Over one hundred of her stories (mostly erotic) have appeared in print anthologies. Recent publications include The Flight of the Black Swan: A Bawdy Novella (soon to be launched as an audiobook) and The Princess and the Outlaw: Tales of the Torrid Past (both from Lethe Press). More here: www.JeanRoberta.com.lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-37255795130907953102014-08-09T09:43:00.002-04:002014-08-09T09:43:31.499-04:00Been quietHello to all my readers and visitors. I just wanted to let you know I have not disappeared. I have take a hiatus from writing, real life took a big turnabout and quite frankly I felt like my head has been spinning. I'm trying to figure out if I'll continue writing about Tom and Ben or start something new. <br />
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I'd like to know what kind of guys readers might be interested in. I was thinking that one of the guys could work in construction. <br />
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Thanks for sticking with me.lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-23706726699983973132014-07-29T00:00:00.000-04:002014-07-29T00:00:04.011-04:00Welcome guest author Barbara Donlon Bradley to my blog todayI'd like to welcome author Barbara Donlon Bradley to my blog. Let's make learn more about her and her book "Stolen Desire."<br />
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<span style="background: white; color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It seems like forever – I’ve been writing since I was a kid –
I think since I found THAT book. The one that makes you want to read everything
in sight to see if they are as good? For me it was The Faraway Lurs. But
professionally it was 1993. That’s when I joined RWA and my local chapter CRW.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">2- What is your favorite genre to write?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I love SF Romance/Erotic
– most of my titles are under this – eleven out of the fourteen titles I have
out are SF/Futuristic Erotic Romance. Well the very first one, A Quest for Love
(the publisher is Mundania Press/Hard Shell Word Factory) isn’t that erotic but
is the SF/futuristic category and has explicit scenes. I had so much fun writing
it and the readers loved it so I stayed in that genre. I also write funny short
stories (this is through Melange Books/Satin Romance/) in the fantasy category.
Then there are the first two books - one time travel and a straight historical.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">3-What are you working on now?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m working on a
series called the Vespian Way. Seven books have been published with the newest
being Stolen Desire, which just came out. I’m polishing book eight titled
Hidden Desire and am in the process of writing book nine and ten. Yes, I’m
crazy enough to be working on three books at the same time.</span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">4-When you begin a story do you start with
character or plot?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background: white; color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I start with the
characters, they actually start talking to me, driving me to words on the page,
the plot comes to me as I write.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<span style="background: white;">5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release.
What inspired it?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Stolen
Desire is the seventh book in my Vespian Way series. I do try to write each
book to be free standing so if someone starts with book seven they won’t be totally
lost. The easiest way to explain what the book is about is to share my blurb so
here you go – When Heather is confronted with her time traveling self she fears
the worse. The woman came to warn them of a terrible accident but something
isn’t right. The visitors her future self says are there to help only wants to
kidnap her and kill her mate. Using her mind she tries to protect her friends
and family. Yet she wakes up as a prisoner after seeing the ship Storm is in
blow up. She is now alone, and trapped. Somehow she has to figure out a way
home and hopefully reverse all the horrible things that have taken her family
from her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As far as
what inspired it the first book came to me in a dream, at least the opening
scene did. The rest of the books just keep flowing out of me and I’ll keep
writing them until the stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Thanks so
much for having me Lily. I had fun answering your questions. I hope everyone
enjoyed my answers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Will be available at Phaze July 29th, 2014</div>
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When Heather is confronted with her time traveling self she
fears the worse. The woman came to warn them of a terrible accident but
something isn’t right. The visitors her future self says are there to help only
wants to kidnap her and kill her mate. Using her mind she tries to protect her
friends and family. Yet she wakes up as a prisoner after seeing the ship Storm
is in blow up. She is now alone, and trapped. Somehow she has to figure out a
way home and hopefully reverse all the horrible things that have taken her
family from her.</div>
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Excerpt:</div>
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<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Heather sighed as she opened her eyes and stretched.
Before she could move she felt a warm hand on her breast.</div>
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“I see you’re awake.” Storm’s breath brushed against
her cheek.</div>
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She looked up at her mate, who had a knowing smile on
his face. “And I see you are awake too.” She was referring to the erection
pressed against her hip.</div>
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“True, but I can’t help it when I have such a
wonderful partner lying beside me.” Storm nibbled against her throat. “We still
have time before we need to be anywhere.”</div>
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“Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” She smiled as he
settled himself between her thighs. “You could have had all the time you want
if you had.”</div>
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“Because the twins aren’t allowing you to get sleep
enough yet. I don’t mind watching you sleep when I know you need it. It gives
me time to appreciate having you in my life.” He dipped his head to her mark.
“And waking you up this way is an anticipation I look forward to. I don’t mind
stretching that out a little.”</div>
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“Because you know what will happen when I wake.”</div>
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“That is the best part.”</div>
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She felt him smile against her neck as he pulled the
soft tissue of her mark into his mouth before he worked his way down her body.</div>
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“You are incorrigible.”</div>
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“And that is why I’m your heart.” His tongue lathed
her nipple before drawing the tip into his mouth. She arched up against him and
he slipped his hands under her.</div>
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A growl escaped him when they were interrupted by the
computer system. “Heather, you have a communiqué from Admiral Barrister.”</div>
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She sighed again. This time in frustration. What did
he want now?</div>
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“The last time he contacted us you ended up being
whipped.” Storm blew against the tip before he climbed back up her body. “I’m
inclined to not let you answer him.”</div>
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“Storm, I’m still part of Earth’s security.” She
looked up at him, his face only inches above hers. “I can’t ignore him.”</div>
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“Fine, but you’re not getting out of this bed until I
say so.” He rolled off her and helped her sit up and settle herself against
him. “Put him on, Cim.”</div>
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“Sir.” She adjusted the cover to make sure she didn’t
expose herself.</div>
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“Commander, sorry if I interrupted something, but we
need to talk, in person.”</div>
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“Sir?” What was so important that he wanted them to
make a trip to Earth. “You know it’s not that easy for me to step away from my
duties here.”</div>
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“I know, but I have something to show you that you
need to see.” Bear pressed a key and changed the image they were looking at.
The new picture was a holding cell. Inside was a woman who looked a whole lot
like Heather. “Before you ask I ran DNA tests against the data you gave me. She
is you.”</div>
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“That isn’t possible.” She suddenly felt cold.</div>
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“Tell that to her.” Bear switched the image back to
him. “Needless to say this was something I didn’t want Earth security to
investigate too deeply so I pretended she was you. I’m on my way to Vespia and
will need clearance in about fifteen minutes.”</div>
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“We’ll meet you at the landing port.” Storm closed
the communiqué and was the first one up. “I don’t like this at all.”</div>
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“We need to contact Bert as well. Perhaps he could
shed a little light on what is going on.” Heather stood as well. With a thought
they were both dressed. Heather stepped into the twins’ bedroom to find them
still asleep. She touched their heads softly before she walked back into the
main room where Storm waited. “They’re sound asleep.”</div>
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“Then let’s go.” He placed his hand against the small
of her back as they headed out the doors. “I have given Bear clearance to land
and contacted Bert to join us. Your brother has been made aware as well so
he’ll be here when the twins wake up.”</div>
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“Thank you.” She kept her thoughts to herself.</div>
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“You okay?”</div>
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“Yes, my heart.” Heather wrapped an arm around his
waist and gave him a quick hug. “Just want to know what is going on.”</div>
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“So do I, my heart.”</div>
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They walked onto the tarmac and waited as Bear’s ship
touched down.</div>
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Storm looked down at her upturned face as he pulled
her close. She knew he picked up on the fact that she was tense and far too
quiet. “I know this bothers you. Your silence tells me more than any words. I
want to know why there is a woman in Bear’s ship who looks like you, too.
Together we will get to the truth.”</div>
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“I wish Bear had told us more. Why is she, me here?
What happened to force me to travel back in time?”</div>
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“My question as well.” They had come to the same
conclusion. The woman in question was probably from the future which didn’t
bode well. She knew he could smell her fear and wrapped his arms around her in
support. “I’m sure he will explain everything he knows and your brother and
Bert will explain the rest.”</div>
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“I don’t know what to tell you,” said Bear. They
stood outside the room where Heather’s look-a-like paced the floor. “She came
to me, claiming to be you, but from our near future with a message. Then she
refused to speak after that.”</div>
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“Who is the message for?” asked Storm.</div>
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“You.” He looked at Heather. “Look, I tried to get
her to talk to me, but she refused. She promised to explain everything once she
saw Heather, which is why I brought her here. I didn’t know what else to do.”</div>
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“You did the right thing, Bear. I’ll talk to her and
see what is going on.”</div>
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“I don’t think so.” Storm shook his head. After all
they had been through he didn’t trust anyone and that included an exact copy of
his mate.</div>
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“Then how are we to know why she is here?” Heather
looked at him.</div>
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“Storm, that woman has been quite adamant about
talking to your mate. Heather number two has also promised to go through any
tests you might want her to go through as long as you allow her to speak to
herself.” Bear shook his head. “It’s all a little strange to me.”</div>
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Kuarto walked into the medlab. “Really wish you would
stay put when you call me. I went to the landing area as you requested and was
told you had come here. This is where I was in the first place.”</div>
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“Sorry,” said Heather<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>. “We needed
to move indoors rather quickly.”</div>
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“What is so important that you…” He spotted the other
Heather. “Never mind. I’m assuming you want me to check out your guest?”</div>
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“Please?” Heather rubbed her hands on her skirt, her
nerves taking control. “We need to get to the bottom of this.”</div>
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Kuarto walked into the room where his sister’s
look-a-like waited. Heather watched as he ran his tests. Where did this woman
come from? Why was she here? He was frowning when he came back out.</div>
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“She is you. The DNA proves it, but she is also older
than you. About six weeks.” He kept looking at his readings. “I don’t know how
this is possible.”</div>
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“Thank you.” Heather knew. This version of her had
time-traveled. She didn’t like the rock that was forming in the pit of her
stomach. Something must have gone terribly wrong for her to come back in time.
“Let’s find out what I have to say.”</div>
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Storm wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her at
his side. “Wait for Bert. If that really is you then you know the consequences
of getting too close to yourself.”</div>
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Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>started innocently enough, like most she
kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid
imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her
favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for
writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No
matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never
happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has
learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with
two cats, one mother in law – whose 87 now, her husband and son.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Barbara Donlon Bradley’s writing started innocently enough, she kept
diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but her vivid imagination had
her writing scenes and short stories, adding characters to her favorite shows
and comic books. As time went on the passion for writing became too strong to
ignore. Humor dominates her life. Write something deep and dark, will never
happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she’s
learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with
two cats, one mother in law – whose 87 now, her husband and son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Website: <a href="http://www.barbaradonlonbradley.com/">http://www.barbaradonlonbradley.com/</a></div>
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Publisher: <a href="http://www.phaze.com/author.php?author=21">http://www.phaze.com/author.php?author=21</a></div>
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Blog: <a href="http://barbaradonlonbradley.blogspot.com/">http://barbaradonlonbradley.blogspot.com/</a></div>
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Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Donlon-Bradley/118673448173249">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Barbara-Donlon-Bradley/118673448173249</a></div>
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lily sawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04022094722835344644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2964326914111191687.post-61191136021607704702014-07-15T00:00:00.000-04:002014-07-15T00:00:07.640-04:00welcome Peyton Brittany ClarkeI'd like to welcome Peyton Brittany Clarke to my blog. Let's find out about her and her book "Blood Bond"<br />
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1-How long have you been writing?<br />
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I've been writing for twenty years but mostly stuff I kept to myself and shared with my friends and family.<br />
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2- What is your favorite genre to write? I love writing romance because I am enthralled with the thrill of the chase, the love between the characters and the fantastic back drops that are involved.<br />
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3-What are you working on now?<br />
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Well I am working on several projects. First, the next book in my Ferae series- which Blood Bond is a part of, and second a science fiction series.<br />
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4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot?<br />
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That is an excellent question. I always start with a character. Generally a male, then the woman or man (combination of the two) who loves him. Then I ask him/them/myself where do you live? Tell me about your lives? What's going on now?<br />
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5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?<br />
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I have to tell you it was inspired by two hot guys I saw. And I looked at them and I said to myself, you guys are powerful but what if you were more than human? What if, you wrestled with that masculinity because you were caught up in a traditional world that didn't understand it and what if the only glue that held you together in the beginning was the love of a woman. A woman you both loved? And it sort of developed from there!<br />
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Peyton Brittany Clarke<br />
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Romantic Fiction that is Hot, Sexy and Shared<br />
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<a href="http://peytonbrittanyclarkewrites.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">peyton brittany clarke link</a><br />
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Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae</div>
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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois
Romance, M/M/F, HEA]</div>
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Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught
between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both.
Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow
their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the
middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha
males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how
long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets
the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that
they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong;
still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.</div>
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After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was
finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the
sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and
played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites
as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.</div>
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“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his
baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its
side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held
no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.</div>
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Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often
thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary.
But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it
came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the
whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room
and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come
in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home.
Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.</div>
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“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my
stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with
small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body
like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful
nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.</div>
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“With all that happens in the world today, I would think
you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.</div>
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“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of
the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.</div>
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“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.</div>
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“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey,
get me a beer?”</div>
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Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled,
making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making
her heart flutter.</div>
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The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.</div>
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“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she
said, standing up.</div>
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“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide,
brows raised.</div>
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She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do
this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that
stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”</div>
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Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed
in the game once again.</div>
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“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.</div>
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She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with
her.</div>
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“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the
caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The
flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the
few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though
pleasant tasting, did not.</div>
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She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She
heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she
reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it
off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the
side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.</div>
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She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled
out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text
message.</div>
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Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best.
Good luck.</div>
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She texted back. Are you sure?</div>
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She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came
soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.</div>
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A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and
pressed them tightly against her.</div>
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“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.</div>
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“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it
back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.</div>
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He paused. “Something wrong?”</div>
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“No. Nothing at all.”</div>
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She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away
from him, she heard his sound breathing.</div>
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“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she
whispered.</div>
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He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making
her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the
potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her
head spin and her mound wet.</div>
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“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.</div>
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“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”</div>
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His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him.
His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with
a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure,
her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He
licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture,
peeling away layers of clothing.</div>
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Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his
body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with
her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let
loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans
in this world.</div>
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He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around
his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She
grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She unwrapped her legs and pushed him
away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm
around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their
ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing
all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly
gasping<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>from<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the lover’s embrace. He fell to the
floor, causing her to land on her back.</div>
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He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.”
Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.</div>
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Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t
experienced in years.</div>
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He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then
spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her
ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her
eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and
writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock.
His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.</div>
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She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She
moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen
with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and
turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing
her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.</div>
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She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration
shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this
good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her
cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.</div>
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He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her
sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and
again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind.
He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came
once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina
began to drain her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The muscles in
her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.</div>
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She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she
just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He
attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to
make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being
able to walk in the morning.</div>
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She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them,
milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and
shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but
often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.</div>
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