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A Visit from Ravan McAllan and “A Dom’s Decision” #Erotic #Romance #TeamAthol #BDSM

27 Mar

Welcome to the Book Nook, folks. Always nice to have you come by.

Today I have a special guest with me — fellow Sexy Siren, Raven McAllan, who is here to talk about her newest Evernight release, A DOM’S DECISION.

Take it away, Raven!

When I started to write Athol’s story, I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Stubborn, opinionate and ohh my, yeah a Dom. Oh what a Dom…

He helped Anna in Master, and showed us just a little bit of himself. But it wasn’t just me who thought his story should be told. It was people who read Master, and loved Athol. In fact for ages this story was just called Athol’s Story.

Then he went all quiet on me. I said he sulked he said no not at all. I was being bratty and not listening to him. (Me? Bratty? Never. Lmao)

(From this you’ll guess I’m a character driven pantster, not a plotter.)

I put the story aside and left him to glower. Until one day I realized he was shouting so loud, I had to finish his story. And I did. The rest just flew.

A Dom’s Decision, Athol’s Story ( Dommisimma book 2)  is the result…

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add1sWhen is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…

Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.

It forces Athol to seek out the one man he’s never forgotten.

Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He’s lost him once, and as they’re forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.

Surely, being Doms doesn’t mean they can’t compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?

Here’s a wee tease…

Athol and Edan are together again after far too many years apart…

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(Mature Audiences Only)

“Bratty Dom.” Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol’s T-shirt. “Fuck, what’s this stuck on?” He held Athol’s T-shirt away from his torso.

“Hold on.” Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan’s moan sent his cock into overdrive and his heart thudding. “Ah, you like?”

“Oh, I like.” Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol’s right nipple. “How long have you had this?” He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.

“Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let’s do more. Condoms?”

“Con … Fuck, shit, and bollocks.” Edan rolled onto his back and groaned.  His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with his pre-cum. “No, I’ve been celibate for so long they’d have shriveled up. You?”

Athol echoed the groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he’d need rubbers? He’d been more concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. “Don’t talk daft. I’d forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was my favorite number. We’re clean, and I trust you.”

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How does it go? Ah well you’ll need to read the book to find out…

Available from http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-doms-decision-by-raven-mcallan

About the Author: A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http://www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

Happy Reading,

Love  R x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talking Wine Pairings and Erotic Romance with Eileen Griffin #Romance #RotG @Evernightpub

24 Dec

Welcome back, readers.

Today I have a special treat for you all. Fellow Evernight Publishing author, Eileen Griffin has agreed to stop in and share her wine knowledge with us. I can tell you all quite honestly, despite years as a bartender, I am completely hopeless when it comes to wine and wine pairings, so I am quite chuffed to have Eileen over today.

Here she is….

A huge thanks to Rebecca for hosting me on her blog today :)

Although Tony and Sonia only get to enjoy a little bit of their wine and dinner in my newest release, Dinner For Two, it would have been a travesty for me not to include them sharing a glass of a good red wine after a frantic day in Tony’s kitchen. A glass of wine at night is integral to helping me unwind after a particularly stressful day.

I’m not an oenophile, just a lover of wines. I have to admit that when I was younger and in college, the extent of my wine knowledge basically began and ended with White Zinfandel. I cannot tell you how much that makes me shudder thinking back on it today. Not because I’m a wine snob (really, I’m not!) but because I’ve discovered that there are so many other amazing wines out there that have so much more to offer than just a simple wine that’s easy to drink. I was introduced to “real” wine during my first backpacking trip across Europe in a small café in Avignon, France. Avignon is a region known for their Châteauneuf-du-Pape wines, which are WAY out of my price range but Oh-So-Delicious! The wine I had that day was local (to this day I have no idea what it was) and it was delicious. This one meal started me on my journey of seeking out new wines and trying to discover what I could about the different varietals.

So even though I’m not a certified oenophile, here are some suggestions I have to make a newbie’s introduction into the world of wine (past White Zinfandel) with some of the recipes I’ve blogged about this week for an easier transition:

Wine and Food Pairings:

Puttanesca or any spicy dish:  To hold up against the spiciness, you need a wine that’s not going to overpower the flavor of the spices. I highly recommend either a Pinor Noir (which is only lightly fruity and usually allows the spices of a dish to come through) or a Sangiovese blend (I recommend a blend because for me, a true Sangiovese is too harsh and dry).

Italian Wedding Soup:  Because this is made with white meat (chicken or turkey), I’d suggest a lighter, crisper white wine. My personal favorite is Sauvignon Blanc rather than a Chardonnay, only because a Chardonnay tends to be more “buttery” and heavy and can easily overpower the subtle flavors of the soup. This soup can also be served with a Pinot Noir since it’s one of the lighter, fruitier red wines.

Pasta Salad:  This salad screams for Sauvignon Blanc but can also easily be served with a Chardonnay.

Cheeses or my Baked Brie:  For me, fancy cheese is a personal preference and should be served with whatever the person’s personal choice of wine is. I love drinking a heavier red wine like Zinfandel with cheeses because I feel like the cheese helps bring out the smokiness and berry undertones of the wine.

However, the bottom line for any wine lover is this: Drink what you love whenever you enjoy good food. It’s your palate and your dining experience. No one has a better idea what you’ll enjoy than you do! Salute :)

~Eileen

Now that we all know a bit more about wines (or at least I do, which is really what matters :P), let’s have a closer look at Eileen’s latest release:

Dinner For Two MdDinner For Two
by: Eileen Griffin

Genre: Erotic Romance

Length: Romance On The Go – Short Story

Published: December 17, 2013

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

BLURB: Sonia Davenport has dreams of coordinating and planning special events. When she’s given the opportunity to plan a dinner for her boss and his shareholders, she jumps at the chance to make everything perfect. Helping her plan the special night is the head chef of the restaurant, Tony Mancinni, who is not only charming but goes out of his way to make Sonia feel special during the entire planning process.

The dinner party almost turns disastrous when an employee mixes up the orders and sets out the wrong food. In a mad rush to save the dinner, Sonia and Tony realize their attraction to each other when things heat up in the kitchen. However, Tony has to convince Sonia that he wants more than just an extra set of hands in his restaurant – he wants her to stay the night so he can convince her to stay for good.

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EXCERPT:

Tony gently rubbed his finger along her bottom lip. “I had hoped everything would be perfect tonight because I wanted to impress you. When you came in for brunch that first Sunday and laid out your plans, not only were you beautiful, but you had a detailed description of what you wanted. On the catering side of things, you have no idea how attractive that is. Then, when you came in for your tasting, I didn’t think I was going to make it through the afternoon without asking you out. But I have a strict rule: Don’t date the clients until after the function is over. So I waited. Do you have any idea how hard it was to wait?”
Sonia shook her head slightly, then let her lips part. Instead of replying to him, she slid her tongue out to meet his finger, gently caressing the tip. He hissed in a breath, his eyes fixated on her tongue and lips. Feeling emboldened by his words, she leaned closer and drew his finger deeper inside her mouth, wrapping her lips around it as she laved it with her tongue.
“Sonia,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. But I didn’t ask you up here for this.”
She leaned back, his finger sliding out of her mouth. All the nerves and doubts she’d felt earlier were replaced by a heat that was coursing through her. She’d felt it all night in the kitchen with him and it was stronger now that she knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“I’m glad you asked me up here, Tony. But if we’re being honest with each other, I think dinner can wait. You see, I’ve lost my appetite. For food, that is.”

 

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EILEEN GRIFFIN BIO:

Eileen Griffin lives in the Southwest but loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack on her back. She enjoys TexMex, lives for good wine, and has a certain penchant for purple unicorns. She loves reading all genres of books, but her current obsession is writing M/M with lots of boykissing.

Blog: http://www.eileengriffin.wordpress.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/eileengriffin77 @eileengriffin77
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A Visit with Jewel Quinlan and Rock Star Ex (plus a #Giveaway) #erotic #romance @evernightpub

19 Oct

Welcome back, all. Nice to have you here again.

Today’s treat, as if the post title doesn’t tell you, is a visit from erotic romance author, Jewel Quinlan. Jewel is going to talk about her new release, ROCK STAR EX, and if that isn’t cool enough, she is also offering one lucky commenter a $10 Starbucks gift card. (See below for details on that).

Without further ado, here’s Jewel :)

Hello Everyone! Thanks Bex for having me on your blog  :) By the way, I just checked out #WickedWednesday and there are some naughty things out there! LOL

Ok, so here’s the scoop about some of the settings in Rock Star Ex.

 

When I set out to write this story I had no idea how much research I would have to do. I only knew that I had to write it. One of the main settings is Arsenal’s tour bus (that’s the name of the band in the novella).  Having never been inside a tour bus, or even and RV really, I set out to gather more information from my pal Google. (I swear the Internet can answer pretty much anything!) And wouldn’t you know it, all kinds of things popped up! There were lots of really great pictures of tour buses that I printed out and – Ta-Da!- a whole show created by HGTV called Celebrity Motor Homes where they go inside ‘em. So cool! I watched several episodes as part of my research. Yes, the life of an author can be rough sometimes. My favorite episodes were the ones featuring Bret Michael and Zac Brown (you can find them on YouTube). After all that I even drew a blue print of the layout of Arsenal’s tour bus so I would have it clear in my mind.

One of the other settings I had to research was Denver. There were several questions I had to get answered. What was the name of the arena? What area was close to the arena where people hung out? Where would they go to dinner that wasn’t to far away from questions one and two? Lucky for me, all these things can be answered with a few taps on my keyboard. There is a nice website for the Pepsi Center and plenty of tourist websites explaining what there was to see and do. From there all I had to do was check out places to dine and plug everything into my other good buddy, you guessed it, Google Maps. Google Maps and I are very close. I love that you can zoom right down to street level and turn in a 360 degree circle to look around. It’s like you are really there!

Aaaahhh…Cyber Travel, so easy and relaxing. I love being an author in this day and time. I can do everything from the comfort of my couch and not miss a single episode of The Walking Dead.

Now, on to details of Rock Star Ex which is currently available…

rockstar-ex1mBlurb:

Social media consultant, Eve Everett, is less than thrilled when her business partner hooks them up with a job covering celebrity rock band Arsenal.  Their new lead singer, Devon Quinn, is the man who broke her heart five years ago.  But there’s no way Eve can turn down the assignment. It’s the big break their fledgling company needs.

To boost Arsenal’s social media presence the band’s manager wants intimate coverage, especially of Devon,  which means traveling with the band  in their tour bus while they promote their new album.  It’s not long before Devon tries to rehash the past but Eve would rather leave it buried where it is.

When Eve is asked to be part of a music video, she decides it’s a great opportunity to reap some revenge by showing Devon what he’s missing. But soon she’s the one losing control. Will Devon once again claim her heart as well as her body?

Excerpt:

“It’s good to see you again, Eve,” he said softly so the others wouldn’t pick up on it.  He knew she wouldn’t want to hear it.  It couldn’t be helped, but it just had to be said.

Her head snapped up, eyes wide.

“That’s what I wanted to say the other night, but you didn’t give me a chance.”

Big mistake.

Her eyes narrowed.  “I didn’t give you a chance?  Then I’d say we’re even.”

“Look, Eve, things didn’t happen the way you’re thinking.  It wasn’t like that.”  He set the bottom of Tommy’s guitar on the floor, his hand on the neck, and leaned closer in to talk to her.

“The way I’m thinking?” she repeated.  Standing up straight, she stuck one foot out to the side and said in a low hiss, “Look, Devon, the facts are the facts.  You left and I never heard from you again.  Not once.  It has nothing to do with the way I’m thinking.”

He tensed.  It was happening again.  She was misunderstanding him.  “No, look, that’s not what I mean, okay?”

“Oh, then what do you mean?”  She cocked her head at him and waited.

“It’s…it was hard on the road, to keep in touch with anyone, for a lot of reasons.  You don’t know what it was like.  I mean we were bouncing around from place to place, driving for long periods of time and then having to work until really late at night.  It was pretty much impossible to communicate.  Besides, you had no answering machine back then, remember?”

She visibly puffed up.  “I see, so it’s my fault you couldn’t communicate with me?”

“I’m not saying it was anyone’s fault, Eve.  Just that there was no way to call.”  He felt relieved.  He had finally been able to tell her, to explain.  Maybe now she would understand.  Well, when she calmed down at least.

“And you couldn’t write a letter?”   She spoke quietly but the words dripped acid.

She had him there.  Even though she was several inches shorter he suddenly felt very small.  He looked down and stuck a hand in his pocket, not knowing what to say.  That was an even more complicated topic.

Her cold eyes were on him.  The silence stretched on for another moment.  Before he could gather any other words to try to explain she turned and headed back up front, her ponytail slapping him in the face as she went.

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Where you can buy it:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rock-star-ex-by-jewel-quinlan/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Star-Ex-ebook/dp/B00FQUB2Q0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1381382346&sr=8-1&keywords=Rock+Star+Ex

All Romance e-Books: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-rockstarex-1315938-149.html

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/rock-star-ex-mf

Author Bio

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

For more information visit www.jewelquinlan.com or you can follow her on Facebook (Author Jewel Quinlan) and Twitter (@JewelQuinlan).

So, would you like to win a $10 Starbucks Gift Card?

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All you have to do is leave a comment on this blog

telling us what your band name is. How do you do that? Simple.

Color of Your Pants + The Last Thing You Ate = Your Band Name

A winner will be drawn at the end of the day from those who post.

Have Fun!

Happy Release Day to Raven McAllan and Nash’s Niche #GuestPost #Historical #Romance #erotic

29 Aug

I’m happy to have the chance to share a new release with you today. New, is in TODAY! So, first off, big congrats to the author, Raven McAllan on the release of her latest historical with Evernight Publishing, NASH’S NICHE. Even as busy as she is with all the new release buzz, Raven has been kind enough to swing by today to tell you a little bit about the story. 

So without further ado, here’s Raven:

Thanks so much for inviting me over. Oh you invited Raven not me? Ah, then please accept my apologies. When Raven told me this opportunity was on the cards, I decided to hijack this and give you an insight about me. After all I know me better than anyone. Even Raven, and she’s privy to most of my secrets.

Oh I forgot, you don’t know who I am. I’m Nash Gretton, third son of The Earl of Brigstock, and the hero *blush* of Nash’s niche. Well *reflective* I hope I’m the hero, however that’s up to you to judge.

So where was I? Oh yes, little known or unknown facts about Nash. Well I never ever admitted it, not with a sister like Cecilia, but how I never threw up when she waved worms in my face I don’t know. I hate them, horrible, wriggly, slimy, Argh. *Shudder* And don’t think I mean only when we were children. She’s still not adverse to playing tricks like that. Mind you I do have my ways of getting back at her. Sadly, Felicity is all for women’s rights and individuality, and says it’s my sister role in life to keep me grounded and not to get too big for my boots. But you know with a woman like Felicity in my life not to feel I’m the luckiest man alive is very difficult.

And let’s see? Oh yes I can touch my nose with my tongue. So useful *laugh*,  I hate eggs, love homemade hedgerow jam and can beat Perry at Croquet. Randall can drink me under the table, and Harry was put on this earth to make me worry.

How’s that?

Oh and without Felicity my life would be an empty shell. It wasn’t an easy courtship or well, no. No more. Here’s Raven’s blurb for our story, and a little excerpt for you.

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Nash’s Niche
by Raven McAllan

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: Historical Erotic Romance

Blurb:

A chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.

Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash’s brother.

With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can there be a future for the star stuck lovers?

And a wee tease… (Mature Audiences Only)

He wriggled his nose. The chair was all fine and dandy, but he needed his bed. With a sigh Nash toed his house shoes off, and looked at his pantaloons. They were knitted and stretched to fit the contours of his body. Therefore in theory they should pull down even over his still hard cock. It was no good; once he was able to rest in comfort he would have to take himself in hand. However, before then…

He struggled to his feet and with one hand to anchor him steady, he used his other to pull the garment over his cock and arse and thence down his legs. Once they gathered around his ankles, Nash used his feet to tug the pantaloons off and stepped over them. His shirt could stay. That was one effort too much. He measured the distance to the bed. Two strides should do it.

The first stride worked. The second was slightly longer and had him wobbling, but it brought him to the edge of the mattress. He let his body fall forward.

Not onto the mattress, on to…

A body? He tried to see clearly. Two bodies? Surely not, not in his bed. He squinted, put his hand into the direction of where he thought one of the bodies could be, and patted flesh. Soft warm female flesh. His vision wavered and cleared enough to know it was one body…

It stirred. Nash levered himself to stand on the floor one more, loath to leave the soft comfort he’d found, but aware enough to know he needed to. He let his hand move to the left and drift up what he decided was a damn curvaceous thigh. If only he could see clearly just who had offered herself as his plaything. It would be best to have a face on the body he was about to fuck.

The body jerked as his fingers circled damp curls and he nipped her soft nub until it hardened in a beautiful mimicry of his cock. Then he let his fingers delve into the warm channel under them. The body tried to pull back even as a soft mewl showed him his ministrations were appreciated. Then he heard a scream, one that most certainly wasn’t a sound of pleasure.

“Do not move,” he said in a rough voice. He felt it only fair to warn whoever he was now filling with his fingers, and who he noted was writhing in time to his thrusts, that, “I have a weapon, and I will use it.”

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Nash’s Niche is available from www.evernighpublishing.com

Amazon, All Romance EBooks, and Bookstrand (links to come soon)

If you want to know more about Raven, here’s her nosy links,

raven avatarRaven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

http:/ /www.ravenmcallan.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)

https://twitter.com/RavenMcAllan

A Visit from Iyana Jenna: Let’s Talk POV. What works for you? #writing #GuestPost

30 Jul

TodayI have a special treat for you all. I have fenagled a visit and guest post from fellow Evernight author, Iyana Jenna. She’s going to talk a bit about Point of View in a story, as well as give you a peak at her latest release, RELEASE ME.

Without further ado, here’s Iyana :)

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Hi everyone! First off, I would like to thank Rebecca for the chance to do a guest post on her blog. Today I want to talk a bit about he and I.

No, no. It’s not a mistake that should have read him and me. :) What I want to talk about is point in views in stories, third person (he) or first person (I).

So far I like third person better, whether to read or write. Reading a story in the first person sometimes makes me difficult to remember who I am, which character it is supposed to be. And writing with third person style makes me feel freer to develop the characters. Besides those reasons, as I perused the publishing websites, most of them prefer third person stories.

Having said that, now I began to falter. Lately the stories that I read and that are considered to be favorites among the readers and become bestsellers are the ones with first person point of view. It makes me wonder and I begin to re-think the way I write. Are first person stories better than the third person? Do they make readers feel closer to the characters? I still find it a bit confusing to read in the first person but in writing, I’m willing to try out any styles. If it makes me improve, why not?

How about you, do you prefer first person or third person?

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ReleaseMe_IMGRelease Me
by Iyana Jenna

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: M/M Erotic Romance

Blurb: 

Taking a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.

Gregory Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust Nicholas enough with his life?

Be Warned: M/M Sex

 

Excerpt (Mature Audiences Only):

Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it landed with a slap on Nicholas’s plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as though his father had shouted at him.

Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?

“You ever plan to tell us about this, Nicholas?”

Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.

“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me to talk about it before everything was done.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”

She threw her hands up.

“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”

“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.

His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us didn’t know anything about it?”

“A moment after Greg was released from the hospital.”

“Wow. That fast?”

Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse me of being a playboy anymore.”

“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand, and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out the other day?”

“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.” Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring finger.  Gregory had exactly the same kind of ring around his finger.

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A month earlier

It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them. Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.

Today, though, he ended up not alone.

 

BUY LINKS:

Evernight Publishing            Amazon          All Romance E-books                       Bookstrand

 

About the Author: Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Iyana loves kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

Iyana loves teaching. She teaches English and her students range from elementary school kids to college students to employees. She enjoys working with them all. Teaching is so much fun for her.

Her Links:

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Support your Sister~ R. Brennan tells us what sister means to her!

12 Jun

Bex Brennan:

Because this needs to be on my blog, too. Man, I freaking LOVE my girls.

Originally posted on shylacoltsstraightshot:

????????????????????What my sisters mean to me.

I was quite excited when fellow Evernight author, Shyla Colt mentioned she was planning a “sisters” event on her blog, as I truly owe a great portion of my writing “success” to a small group of female authors who make up my writing group on Scribophile, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pens. The women in this group have been around since I first started my writing journey almost three years ago — Wow, I can’t believe I have known them that long. Seems only yesterday I was mucking my way through the first tentative steps in my journey toward becoming a published author, posting chapters for feedback and critique and doing my best to stay on top of the new works they were all posting on a regular basis.

For purely selfish reasons, I decided it would be much easier if all the writers…

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Stone Chameleon Blog Tour: Find out what author, Jocelyn Adams (@JocelynAdams) would chose as her special talent. #UF

8 Jun

Bex Brennan:

Worth a share. One of my favorite UF authors.

Originally posted on The Machenwood Chronicles and Other Tales:

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Welcome to the blog and my stop on the STONE CHAMELEON Blog Tour. I am beyond excited to be able to share the start of  my good friend, Jocelyn Adams’ newest Urban Fantasy series about the Ironhill Jinn.

If you are a regular follower of the blog, you know how much I loved Ms. Adams first UF series, The Lila Gray novels. As a matter of fact, I am not sure I am over the end of that one yet, having just read the ARC for the final installment of that trilogy, due out in June of this year (you are going to love that one, too!).

But, today we are all about the new series, and based on the ARC I finished a few weeks ago, you are all if for another treat. If you liked Lila, wait till you meet Lou. *grins*

JocelynAdams (2)Anyway, for my stop on the…

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Guest Post: Combining Genres by AmyBeth Iverness #ANA2012

18 Nov

Today we have a guest post from AmyBeth Iverness, an author I met through Tiffany Reisz and the Felt Tips anthology due out in December. A big thank you to Amy for stopping in to spend a little time with us today.

AmyBeth’s short story The Peanut Gallery Rebellion is entered in the America’s Next Author competition!

Please read it, and if you like it, click VOTE. It does not require a log in to do either. If you are feeling especially generous, leaving a review is also greatly appreciated. (as all you authors out there can attest)

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Combining Genres by AmyBeth Inverness

Fledgling writers are inundated with advice of what not to do. One of the biggies is “Thou Shalt Not Combine Genres.” This advice makes sense from the perspective of an agent looking at a query that describes the story as “an action-adventure with a western theme in space with strong romantic elements and a bisexual cast of characters.” Agents, and publishers, want to be able to categorize the story. When there are elements of many genres, that is almost impossible to do.

The first author I ever interviewed was Sara Creasy, author of Song of Scarabaeus and Children of Scarabaeus. The books were listed as Sci-Fi/Romance. Since those are my two favorite genres, and I most frequently write them combined, I was eager to read them. They were great SciFi stories with lots of action, and there was a strong romantic element. I enjoyed them both, but Sara herself agreed she wasn’t sure why they had received the Romance label. Fortunately, the book stores seemed to understand, and shelved the book in the Sci-Fi section.

It is the bookstore that is the driving force behind the mantra “Do not combine genres.” Shelf space is valuable. Writers should consider themselves fortunate (or highly successful) if they have physical books on real shelves at all. Putting a book on two different shelves only happens for the best sellers.

But what about the emerging dominance of electronic retail? Even if the reader is purchasing a hard cover or paperback, more and more people are doing their book-buying online instead of in brick-and-mortar stores. It is easy for an on-line store to list a book in as many different virtual bookshelves as desired.

The reality is still that agents and publishers still want to know how to categorize your book. If a writer self-publishes, they may choose to ignore that rule. But they might not want to… marketing requires some kind of focus. If the story crosses too many genres, a potential reader might just gloss over that choice in favor of others.

After NaNoWriMo 2010, I researched agents who might accept my story. In that case, it was a Romance novel with homosexual and polyandrous relationships in a Sci-Fi setting. I didn’t find many agents who were willing to represent all of those. If I tried to consider that I also had some faith-based stories, my choices of agents quickly fell to zilch.

Like Song of Scarabaeus, though, just because a story has a “strong romantic element” doesn’t mean it is a romance novel. Likewise, there are many advocates for categorizing GLBT Romances right in with heterosexual Romances. If a story has a secondary character who is gay, that shouldn’t automatically change the way the story is categorized.

The best advice, and the most often repeated, is “Write the Best Story You Can.” That remains true. However there are some very basic guidelines that writers should follow. A typical novel is between 50 and 100 thousand words. Shorter than 50,000 means it is a novella or short story. Longer than 100,000 means the author needs a very good reason as to why their story is so long. It should have a beginning, middle, and an ending. You should know what age group you’re writing for. Trying to claim that your series will appeal to kids from ages 8 to 18 is too broad a range (although the Harry Potter novels proved that this really can work.)

There is both hopelessness and hopefulness in combining genres. Hopeless, because multiple genres set off huge warning flags, and an agent or publisher might reject the story on that fact alone. Hopeful, because in writing the best story you can, it is very possible that you will include elements of romance, adventure, mystery, fantasy or dozens of other possibilities. Hopefully, even though many of these elements show up, your story can still be identified with just one or two.

About Amy Beth Iverness: 

A writer by birth, a redhead by choice, and an outcast of Colorado by temporary necessity, AmyBeth Inverness is a prolific creator of Science Fiction and Romance.  With short stories coming out in two different anthologies in 2012, she can usually be found tapping away at her laptop, writing the next novel or procrastinating by posting a SciFi Question of the Day on Facebook. When she’s not writing, she’s kept very busy making aluminum foil hats and raising two energetic kids and many pets with her husband in their New England home.

Amy’s website:  http://amybethinverness.com/

Forging Truth by Raymond Masters: Read An Excerpt

4 May

“Kade Truth awakens in a strange house sideways of reality, where he learns he has ‘died’ in a mysterious attack on the Statue of Liberty.”

I hope you enjoy and are intrigued by this snippet. If so, here are some links you might consider, too:

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EXCERPT (from the first few pages):

By the time I returned to the kitchen, Caduceus had already gathered the bulk of ingredients needed to prepare the meal. I offered to help, but only received a slight grunt in response. “You can go get us some drinks from the icebox on the back porch, though.” I nod and head to the door. “Oh, and mind your step. We’re up a bit.”

We certainly were. It was amazing; the view was like something only found in Thomas Kinkade paintings. I went to the railing and looked out. We were on the side of a large hill – a baby mountain would probably be more accurate, but I’m sure geologists would only classify it as a hill. Then again, I’ll go to my grave calling Pluto a planet.

The log house itself sat squarely on the mountainside, but the back porch was a two-thirds wraparound deck, supported by huge wooden pillars, each as tall as a tree. Overlooking the treetops below, I felt like I could jump off and soar over them. Directly below was a wide stream that snaked off through the woods. Currently a couple of deer stood with their mouths lowered to the water. Filling their gullets, I could hear Caduceus say.

“Drinks!” I had gotten lost in watching the deer take theirs and forgot all about getting ours. I found the icebox – no refrigerator here, this was an actual icebox – right beside the door I had just come through. I must have walked right past it, sidetracked by the incredible view. The top shelf was full of beer from what looked like every country, and the bottom two shelves had just as wide a variety of generic colas. I grabbed a couple of cans of beer and a couple more of root beer and headed back for the house. Just as I reached the door, Caduceus poked his head out to check on my progress.

“‘Fraid you might’ve fallen overboard. What do you think, eh? Magnificent isn’t it?”

“Yeah, there were deer and everything. I felt like I was in a Disney movie or something.”

“Deer? You mean Gregor and Isis. They prefer to drink at this end of the stream, the water’s a little special here.”

“Right. Well, would it be okay if we ate supper outside?”

“That would be perfect. I really think you’ll love the sunset. It’s a little special in its own right.”

Caduceus was right: I did love the sunset. If possible, it made the view even more stunning. The reds and oranges lit up the sky and reflected back to us from the stream. The trees seemed to glow with the setting sun’s rich amber rays. Gregor came and went a couple of different times over the course of the meal, but Isis must have tired out early.

The meal itself was fully loaded. I have no idea how Caduceus managed to pull this banquet out of thin air while I had been outside getting the drinks. There were the freshest, sweetest fruits, and a very juicy salad with Caduceus’ homemade dressing, for starters. Then, he brought out a large bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy, a generous helping of fried okra, and finally a steaming tray of both round and strip steaks. The smell was enough to drive you mad if you let it.

“How did you pull this one off? I wasn’t gone that long.”

“Ah, I’m an old pro when it comes to cooking. ‘Tis my favorite pastime. Especially when I’m able to cook for others. Well, go on, let me know what you think.”

I took a bite and nearly burned my tongue and lips off. “Woo, better let it cool some, I guess. When my taste buds grow back, I’m sure it’ll taste great, though.

“Caduceus, sir,” I said turning serious, “I have so many questions. I was wondering if perhaps you might be able to fill in some of what happened to me. I mean, how did I end up here? Why did you take me in?”

He took a breath, before saying, “You died. In the attack.” He let it hang in the air.

I was speechless. What had he said? Died? What attack?

“Well, I thought you did anyway. It was a couple of weeks ago, after the attack … I was in the cleanup effort, and … I ran across you there, and I … brought you home. That’s it. That’s how you came to be here.”

“Wait a minute, now. That’s it? So, you start out, saying I died, and scaring the cat crap out of me, and that’s it?”

“Well. Well, there might have been a little more. I just don’t know if you are ready to hear everything just yet. And do try to watch your language. It’s way too pleasant out here for that kind of talk.”

“I’m sorry, sir. But, I’m ready to hear the details. I need to hear everything. I deserve to. I think it might help me get over my amnesia. So, can I trust you to give me a complete retelling of the events that led me here? I want the truth.”

“The truth,” he said simply and began.

Guest Post: Sheryl Steines, Author of The Day of First Sun #giveaway

20 Mar

Please enjoy this guest post by Sheryl Steines, author of the urban fantasy novel, The Day of First Sun. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including $450 in Amazon gift cards, a Kindle Fire, and 5 autographed copies of the book.  

The Strong Female

I am always amazed to hear that, in the year 2012, women are still talking about strong female characters. It’s funny that we’re always surprised when one comes along. Even in Hollywood, actresses still can’t find roles to sink their teeth into.

As a reader, I look for characters that I can relate to in some way; a character who is more than a damsel in distress but less than an unfeeling, mean, witch. I’m putting it gently, but I’m looking for someone, who when facing a problem, doesn’t necessarily need a man to bail her out–a woman who can take care of herself in spite of her vulnerabilities. Because in reality, women are multi-layered and complex. We don’t fall to one end of an extreme or the other.

When I was younger, I started reading Danielle Steele, but I couldn’t read her for long. Her female characters were far too needy and always put themselves in a position of requiring a savior. Even as a child, I couldn’t help but wonder why these characters always needed a man to improve their lives. Why couldn’t they simply take care of themselves? It seemed as though female characters fell into two camps, and only two. They were either villains, witches, someone to be hated and despised, or they were weak, pathetic, your classic damsels in distress.

 Why is fiction lacking real women, women who can simply be human and celebrate all that they are?

 As I got older, I found myself drawn to shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I saw in Buffy a strong character. Yes, she could kick ass, kill the vampires and fight the demons. She also had a brain, could plan, and could save the world each week. But she wasn’t uni-dimensional. She also has a side that liked clothes, shoes and boys, a side that was feminine, a little vulnerable; a side that, okay, sometimes needed to be saved. She was a complex female character, real and human, a character with whom I could definitely relate.

The strong female character isn’t a caricature or stereotype. She’s not a total wimp like Snow White, and she’s not a total monster like the evil queen. She falls somewhere in the middle. She’s reactive, emotional, human, sexual, confident and sometimes unsure of herself.

When I originally wrote my character Annie Pearce in The Day of First Sun, I wrote her as a no-nonsense person, strong and smart, the girl who could survive on her own. But she didn’t feel genuine. As the story unfolded and changed, I rewrote her, gave her friends and family with whom she could interact. I gave her feelings, gave her stress. I let the other characters take charge once in awhile and offer some support. I melded two halves into one woman–a strong woman, who can take care of herself and ask for help when necessary. We’re not perfect, so why should our characters be? Instead, why can’t we make them simply authentic?

Charlize Theron made a really compelling comment regarding her character in the movie Young Adult. She said, “Women are usually either really good prostitutes or really good mothers. Maybe women are finally getting the chance to play more honest characters,” Theron said. “We usually don’t get to play bad hookers or bad mothers — or anything in between.” Maybe it’s time to be a little more real and a little more honest.  

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About the book: A vampire, a rogue wizard and an army of soulless zombies are par for the course for Annie Pearce and Bobby “Cham” Chamsky of the Wizard’s Guard. But when the non-magical princess, Amelie of Amborix, is murdered by magical means, a deeper plot unfolds. Get it on Amazon.

About the author: Behind the wheel of her ’66 Mustang Convertible, Sheryl is a constant surprise, using her sense of humor and relatable style make her books something everyone can enjoy.

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