The Prince of Whispers by Jen Bradlee

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Blog: http://www.jenbradlee.wordpress.com

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Dear reader…

If you are expecting a traditional medieval tale or charming prince, you will not find it here.

I am not like other men for I have a voracious appetite and will appease it no matter the

cost. Do you doubt my confession? Then I invite you to step into my kingdom.

Women were created for pleasure, tis my obligation to see them fulfilled. When I whisper,

they come to me. All save one…Lady Ruby. I can see the desire in her eyes even though her

pure and noble heart fights against it. She may be an outlaw, but a rare gem such as she has

never been found in Meradin. She is my challenge, my penance, and my weakness. Nothing

short of Almighty God himself can keep her from me. I shall possess her. Ruby is mine.

Dear reader, will you begrudge me your company when you learn of my past and how

wicked I can truly be? Or will you come to me willingly, surrender yourself to my charms,

and beg for more? Surely my tale of intrigue, murder, and treason will be enough to tempt

you to sin with me if only for a short while. Come with me, and I will lay myself bare.

Prince Crispin Saville

EXCERPT

His gaze narrowed. “Do not mistake my interest in you for compassion, Ruby. I have

never been a thoughtful or compassionate man.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “I have no coin, no wealth, nothing that would

satisfy your greed.”

“Is that so?” he whispered, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her jaw and down

her neck. She was softer than he had imagined, and his cock hardened at the solitary touch. “I

think you underestimate your own value, my lady.” His hand stilled instantly at the cold press of

a blade against his inner thigh.

“One more move, bastard, and I’ll send an entire kingdom of whores into mourning.”

Ruby’s threat hung between them. Crispin watched her closely. He could see the lust in

her gaze, but she was fighting it and winning. He dropped his hands to his sides.

“I yield,” he said. Even though he no longer touched her, he was close enough to feel the

heat radiating from her. He bit his lower lip in agitation. Her gaze fluttered to his mouth, and he

saw her silent gasp, the hitch in her breathing. He grinned and took a step back. “Please, join me.

You are welcome to use the bath, if you are so inclined.”

Ruby shook her head. She approached the table where his dinner sat. “May I?” she asked,

glancing at him.

Crispin nodded. His appetite had shifted. He watched her take large, ravenous bites. He

glanced down at his erection. It was obvious he would have to woo her into his good graces. He

shuddered to think what she would do to him should his identity be revealed, but even if they did

indulge in some bed sport, he would be long gone before she realized he was the prince. He

snatched his trousers off the bed and pulled them on. She ate silently, occasionally sneaking a

peek at him.

“Enjoying your meal?” he asked, lying down on the bed.

“Aye,” Ruby said around a mouthful of food. She swallowed and turned toward him. “I

believe the guards must have left by now.” She stood and headed for the door. “I thank you,

again.”

In an instant, Crispin was on his feet, his body between her and the door. Her surprised

expression reminded him of cornered prey. He took a step closer to her. She swallowed and

licked her lips.

“I need to leave. Stand aside.” Ruby shook her head and stalked forward, pushing against

him, hoping he would move.

Crispin grabbed her by the waist and backed her up, tumbling them both onto the bed. He

took her wrists and held her hands above her head, securing her under his weight.

“Why must you be so stubborn?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Why must you restrain me?” She arched a brow. “Get off.”

“So you can draw your weapon against me again? I think not.” Crispin groaned as she

struggled beneath him. “The next time you threaten me with a blade, you had better be prepared

to use it.”

GUEST POST

Writing is a fantastic, exciting way to purge your innermost desires. Well, at least that’s why I write.

It always fascinates me to learn why people take up the arduous task of writing. The emotion and

dedication that goes into an author’s work never ceases to amaze me. People always assume writing

is just sitting down and telling a story on paper. But nothing could be further from the truth. The

time, energy, and sacrifice we make as authors will never be fully understood or appreciated by the

outside world. An author’s journey will be ripe with struggle, but also full of rewarding moments. If

you are an author, the following advice may help you in your sojourn into the written world.

1. Write every day. Don’t just say you’re going to write. Sit your butt down and do it. At least a page

a day. Set a daily word count goal and stick to it. Don’t be ridiculous and say, “I want to write five

thousand words a day!” That’s a sure-fire way to set yourself up for failure. Writing that much in a

day is unrealistic for some people. Make your goal much simpler, so when you surpass it, you

surprise yourself. Five hundred words is a realistic goal to start out. As your confidence improves,

increase your daily goal.

2. Make it a habit. Writing should become a part of your daily routine. Even if you have to reward

yourself after you finish your daily goal, write. You will never see results if you don’t put in the time.

Writing should be part of your life, just like that morning cup of tea/coffee or brushing your teeth.

3. Write what you love. If you don’t like what you’re writing, no one else will either. In that same

train of thought, if you force yourself to write something your heart isn’t invested in, then your

readers will not become invested in the story. Your love of the story will shine through if you write

something that makes your heart happy.

4. Find support. A writer’s group, a critique group, or even just a small band of authors you’ve

befriended online…they are your support system. When you’re stuck on a story, brainstorm with

them. When you need input on a scene or a character, ask them. The unfortunate truth is that many

writers view other authors as a threat or as competition, but in reality, they are our greatest

support. We should be building each other up and supporting each other’s literary goals, not tearing

each other down in a vain attempt to beat someone else’s sales or goals. Find a group of authors

with whom you can share in mutual respect and support.

5. Learn to accept constructive criticism. All first drafts are shit. Accept this as truth. No one writes

perfect prose as it spills from our minds to the paper before us. We all have weaknesses in our

writing. The trick is finding someone to give us feedback to improve our work without tearing us

down. Constructive criticism should be a balance of positive comments and helpful suggestions. No

negativity allowed. Suggestions and support are important in polishing one’s craft. Do not fear

feedback from other authors or beta readers. They only want to see you succeed. So learn to not

take the feedback personally. This isn’t a reflection of you as a person; it’s about helping you be the

best writer you can be.

6. Don’t let the fear win. Rejection is a natural part of life. Don’t let it stop you from reaching your

goals. Not everyone will like your work, shrug it off and move on. Let it be a learning experience and

help you grow. Many famous authors have tasted rejection…let them inspire you.

Some people say writing is solitary work, but I think that’s a lie. From an idea’s conception, we have

great opportunity to allow the writing community to inspire, foster, and support our work. Write

without fear and pour your heart into it.

AUTHOR BIO

His gaze narrowed. “Do not mistake my interest in you for compassion, Ruby. I have

never been a thoughtful or compassionate man.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “I have no coin, no wealth, nothing that would

satisfy your greed.”

“Is that so?” he whispered, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her jaw and down

her neck. She was softer than he had imagined, and his cock hardened at the solitary touch. “I

think you underestimate your own value, my lady.” His hand stilled instantly at the cold press of

a blade against his inner thigh.

“One more move, bastard, and I’ll send an entire kingdom of whores into mourning.”

Ruby’s threat hung between them. Crispin watched her closely. He could see the lust in

her gaze, but she was fighting it and winning. He dropped his hands to his sides.

“I yield,” he said. Even though he no longer touched her, he was close enough to feel the

heat radiating from her. He bit his lower lip in agitation. Her gaze fluttered to his mouth, and he

saw her silent gasp, the hitch in her breathing. He grinned and took a step back. “Please, join me.

You are welcome to use the bath, if you are so inclined.”

Ruby shook her head. She approached the table where his dinner sat. “May I?” she asked,

glancing at him.

Crispin nodded. His appetite had shifted. He watched her take large, ravenous bites. He

glanced down at his erection. It was obvious he would have to woo her into his good graces. He

shuddered to think what she would do to him should his identity be revealed, but even if they did

indulge in some bed sport, he would be long gone before she realized he was the prince. He

snatched his trousers off the bed and pulled them on. She ate silently, occasionally sneaking a

peek at him.

“Enjoying your meal?” he asked, lying down on the bed.

“Aye,” Ruby said around a mouthful of food. She swallowed and turned toward him. “I

believe the guards must have left by now.” She stood and headed for the door. “I thank you,

again.”

In an instant, Crispin was on his feet, his body between her and the door. Her surprised

expression reminded him of cornered prey. He took a step closer to her. She swallowed and

licked her lips.

“I need to leave. Stand aside.” Ruby shook her head and stalked forward, pushing against

him, hoping he would move.

Crispin grabbed her by the waist and backed her up, tumbling them both onto the bed. He

took her wrists and held her hands above her head, securing her under his weight.

“Why must you be so stubborn?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Why must you restrain me?” She arched a brow. “Get off.”

“So you can draw your weapon against me again? I think not.” Crispin groaned as she

struggled beneath him. “The next time you threaten me with a blade, you had better be prepared

to use it.”

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Cover Reveal of Scrupulous by Kristina Canady

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Cover Reveal

Title: Scrupulous

An Affliction of Falling Novel

Author: Kristina Canady

Cover reveal June 19th!

Book to be released August 1, Pre-Order Available now!

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Book Blurb:

Sorcha
Some men just can’t accept that a woman can be perfectly content without them. I mean, come on; a girl can get laid anytime she wants, it’s not like it’s hard. And lord knows, I have no interest in a relationship, there is no time for that drama-filled nonsense. Pursuing my passion in life is all that I have time for. Selfish and short sighted? Perhaps, but I know what I want out of life and have no problem going after it. Life is a string of decisions, constructed and manifested by us. I own mine and don’t apologize for it either.
Gavin
Defined by my past, I hadn’t ever considered love as an option for someone like me. That is, until I spotted that sweet little brunette from across the crowded room. It was magnetic, and as much as she tried to resist, I was going to have her. Come heaven or high water, she would be mine.

It’s Live…The River Walk Collection by Al Daltry and Friends

IT’S LIVE!
Title ~ River Walk: Ten Kinky Collaborations
Author ~ Al Daltrey & Friends
Gina Whitney ~ Lena Black ~ Julie Jaret
Melissa Asleson ~ Rosemary Willhide ~ Noelle Bodhaine
Jen Lassalle Edwards ~ Ali Reynolds ~ Tiffany Huegele ~ Jaycee Daltrey
Genre ~ Erotica BDSM
Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon AU ~ Amazon CA
Smashwords ~ Barnes & Noble ~ iBooks
 
The concept behind this book involves 10 female writers bringing to life stories that stem from one male Dom. True collaborations. (Similar to a ‘Duets’ albums). Intentionally, a range of female authors were approached. Some are established and successful; while others were previously unpublished. Some had direct experience in the BDSM lifestyle, while others did not. All of this was intentional, to ensure a fresh, unique, range of stories. Each writer brought her flare, her style, and her talent to the project. The subtle connection linking the stories relates to the famous River Walk in San Antonio Texas.
  Ten Kinky Collaborations
The Power of a Woman by Gina Whitney & Al Daltrey
Our
demons were made for each other. Our facades mean nothing when it’s just me and
you. Sin from thy lips. Trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again and again.
A modern day Romeo and Juliet meets Sopranos.

SPANKED! by Lena Black & Al Daltrey
Recent
college graduate Mila Petrov needed money to repay endless school loans.
How
far would she be willing to go when she meets a handsome doctor with a dark
side
and a mysterious machine?

 Hostage Situation by Julie Jaret & Al Daltrey

Locked
in the vault during a robbery gone wrong, a bank teller, Kate Watson, explores
her boundaries with the sexy new security guard.

Un-Cashed Cheque by Melissa Asleson & Al Daltrey

The
road of self-discovery can be long, but for Macy Seduva, an unplanned detour
could actually be the most effective route.

The Discover Ring by Rosemary Willhide & Al Daltrey
All
wedding planner, Sylvie Hancock, wants is to marry her longtime boyfriend. In
her quest for an engagement ring, she discovers an unexpected desire simmering
deep within.

One Last Cigarette by Noelle Bodhaine & Al Daltrey
We
all have three lives: public, private and secret. Jackie’s secret is her vice,
in private she longs for more, in public she is happy. When someone’s virtue pulls
her in, will her vice push him away?

Through the Ages by Jen Lassalle Edwards & Al Daltrey
An
older submissive, Libby Simms, befriends her nurse, while ill in the hospital.
She shares the story of her life, including her deepest secrets.

First Journey Second Thoughts by Ali Reynolds and Al Daltrey
A
young woman, Lia Deyns, explores her very first kinky relationship with a
Master. It’s a journey she’s not soon to forget, but will she have second
thoughts?

Three Wishes by Tiffany Huegele & Al Daltrey
A
husband grants his wife, Amelia Hopkins, three wishes. She in turn, grants him
one. Will she play it safe or step out of her comfort zone?

Love’s Notion by Jaycee & Al Daltrey
Vivian returns to her hometown and stumbles across a picture
of her teenage crush. Unable to squash her curiosity, she decides to stalk him.
She knows it’s wrong, yet can’t help but play with fire.
 
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A Man of Honor by Ethan Radcliff with giveaway

Title: A Man of Honor

Author: Ethan Radcliff

Release Date: June 18, 2015

Published by: Bitten Press, LLC

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25728670-a-man-of-

honor

 

✦✦Synopsis✦✦

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Meet

Dominic Esposito, US Marshall, profiler and a hard as nails sort of guy with dark disturbing tastes. He

tracks down the deadliest escaped criminals. He’s man of honor devoted and to his job, upholding the

law at all costs.

Pretty

redheaded Shauna Maloney, a high profile fashion model is being stalked. But her stalker is an escaped

madman. She’s worth millions and her life is at stake. She’s not one of Esposito’s favorite people, she

represents everything he holds unholy, overindulgences, wealth and fame.

They

say hate is the closest emotion to love. Will the fiery redhead win over the U.S. Marshal and submit to

his darkest desires? Or will her deep sexual cravings surprise even him.

Excerpt

” I

suppose you’re going to turn me over your knee and spank me?” He could see the fire in her eyes and

he was aware that her statement was a challenge.

“Are

you putting ideas in my head?” he said running his hand down her slender throat to the top of her full

breast. “Stop trying to get involved in the case I’m working on. I told you this case is definitely off limits.

You never listen.”

“Did it

ever occur to you that maybe I could be of some help to you?”

“Do you

want to help me?” His voice was low and sadistic. One of his hands cupped her breast, she gasped. His

thumb rubbed the nipple though the flimsy bra she wore. “You know what I like,” he said moving his

body in on hers. “You’re fine Shauna, the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, but this relationship has

boundaries and that boundary is my job. Do you understand?”

“Fuck

you, Esposito,” she whispered.

He was

fast and strong. She was over his knees in record time. One hand held her down and the other tore at

her panties. Before she could protest, his large strong hand came down on the cheeks of her ass.

Whack!

“Ouch! I

was kidding you bastard!” she screamed.

“I’m

not,” he said as he grinned and felt the blood rush down to the base of his cock. “In fact I’m rather

enjoying this.” His hand came down hard again.

“Ouch!”

she screamed again. “Stop, Dominic stop.”

“First

tell me you’re going to stay out of my business. You knew I was a U.S. Marshal when we met. I read you

the riot act. Yet you defy me at every turn.”

He ran

his other hand over the red marks on her cheeks. She moaned. His fingers massaged her gently and then

found the crevice to her pussy. She moaned again.

“Oh,

shit Dominic, oh shit,” she said as two of his finger entered her. She raised her ass and his fingers

pushed into her deeper. He bent his head and kissed the red marks his hands had left. She spread her

legs.

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✦✦Ethan Radcliff✦✦

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Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at

art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories,

kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry,

which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He

became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would

be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.

He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in

his writing.

He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all

the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance

began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was

good and then better. He was being noticed.

He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy

scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always is on an attractive

face or body.

His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on,

telling him to go for it and he did.

His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All

he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s undoing. There will be more. He has a

paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is six books strong. Stay tuned

for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some

great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has one book of erotic poetry published; it has been

an amazing success.

Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to

broaden his scope as an author in 2015.

His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d be still be writing notes in his composition

notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.

 

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Shadow Girl by Kate Ristau

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BLURB: 
Áine lives in the light, but she is haunted by darkness, and when her fey powers blaze out of control, she escapes into the Shadowlands. But she cannot outrun her past. Fire fey and a rising darkness threaten the light, burning a path across the veil. Her fiery dreams come to life, and with the help of Hennessy, an uninhibited Irish girl, Áine dives into the flames to discover who she truly is. Her mother burned to keep her secret safe, and now Áine wields the deadly Eta. She must learn to fight in the shadows — or die in the flames. This is not a fairy tale.
Buy Link:
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Author webpage:
http://kateristau.com
EXCERPT
“Stop!” Áine screamed. “Let her go!” She pounded on the beast with her fists, but it

was hard as iron, and she left smears of blood with every punch. The beast roared in

response, but that didn’t stop her. She had to get Hennessy back. She slammed her body

into the beast and a beam of light suddenly lit up the night. Áine turned to see a man,

dressed in a long black cloak with a hood, standing by the tavern door. The ground turned

to ash around his feet and smoke poured from his fingertips. She could almost taste his

repulsive sulfur smell. His piercing red eyes glowed from beneath the shadow of his hood

and the moment she caught sight of them, she was transfixed.

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BIO: 
Kate Ristau is an author and folklorist. She writes young adult and middle grade fiction, along with grammar primers that won’t make you cringe. In her ideal world, magic and myth combine to create memorable stories with unforgettable characters. Until she finds that world, she’ll live in Portland, Oregon with her husband, her son, and her dog. If you can’t find her there, you can find her at kateristau.com.
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Writing real

I wrote my first young adult novel six years ago.

It was fantastic. Fast-paced with a beautiful story underneath, it was steeped in Irish folklore. It was full of myth and magic, princes and fairies.

And it didn’t sell.

I thought it was perfect. I thought it was gentle and honest. But the more I shopped it, the more I realized how wrong I was.

The feedback — when I got any — was clear: the plot was too thin, the characters too naive, and the dialogue was too on the nose. How could something be to too on the nose? I wondered. And how could they miss the beauty and the wonder behind the story?

But as the rejections started piling up, I started to realize that maybe they were right. I mean, something wasn’t grabbing those agents and editors. Something wasn’t working.

So, I set out to figure out how to make things right, and a suggestion from my writing group changed the entire course of the novel.

“Why,” one of them asked, “are there no humans in this book?”

“Yeah,” another added. “I mean, she’s a fairy, but she is in our world, right?”

“Right,” I said. “Right.”

Right. And so I started to revise. I added in an Irish teenager: Hennessy. She was quick-witted and inappropriate. She was sassy. And she helped me realize how my dialogue really was so “on the nose.”

You see, I was writing the world as I wanted to see it — how I wanted it to be. I wanted the language to have deep meaning and the stories to matter. I wanted interactions to be intense and personal and…ugh. Who wants to read 200 pages of that?

When I added in Hennessy, things got funny. They got awkward. They got real. The characters stopped saying the right thing because, suddenly, there was no right thing. There was just a couple of teenagers, trying to figure out how to save the world. And they weren’t very good at it.

That novel was picked up by Lycaon Press last year. It’s called Shadowgirl. It’s fast-paced, with quick, smart dialogue. And yes, there’s still that beautiful story underneath it all. In fact, taking the time to revise it helped the real narrative finally come through.

Stalker by Clarissa Wild with giveaway

    Title: Stalker

Author: Clarissa Wild

Publication Date: June 16th, 2015

Genre: Dark Romance (18+)

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24471388-stalker
Synopsis:

Fuck me once, I’ll fuck you twice … then I’ll bury you.
No prison can keep me from seeking revenge. Especially when it comes to her.

She, the woman who put me in jail.

I swore that I’d come for her, to claim what belongs to me: Her life.

I’m not a good man. On the contrary, I love to be bad. It’s in my veins. Just like it’s in my veins to ruin her.

She’s an actress, pretending to be a saint, but we both know that isn’t true. One way or another, she’ll pay for what she did.

I will hunt for her. Make her fear me. Make her body mine.

Bad deeds never go unpunished … And I always go out with a bang.
WARNING: This book is a DARK ROMANCE STANDALONE – it has a non-conventional ending. This isn’t rainbow sprinkles & unicorn fluff. It’s a dark, thrilling journey of two people clashing over love, lust, and hatred. Heed the warning. Contains graphic violence, alcohol, drugs & other disturbing content. 
No Cliffhanger. Stand Alone.
  Buy Links:

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Excerpt:

Frowning, I walk toward the door and notice it’s been left open. Outside are red drops scattered across the floor. I lean forward, so I can scour the premise, and that’s when I notice the pool of blood lying on the porch.

My eyes widen and I scream.

Stumbling backward inside the house, I slam the door shut with shaky hands.

That blood, is it Arthur’s? What’s going on? Is he here?

Shit, I knew it.

I immediately reach for my umbrella stand and fish out the rifle hidden behind all the umbrellas. I should’ve prepared more for this day, but I didn’t think it would arrive so soon. I lock and load the rifle, turning around quickly to surprise my attacker.

“Show yourself, you motherfucker,” I scream. “I know it’s you.”

“Hello, Vanessa ….” His voice brings me chills to the bone. “Long time, no see.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I yell, turning circles.

The voice is coming from everywhere, and I don’t know where he is. If I move, I’m afraid he’ll catch me.

All I hear is vicious, uncontrollable laughter. “Did you miss me? No need to be angry, I’m here now.”

“What do you want?” I scream.

“Oh … you know exactly what I want.” The grim harshness in his voice makes me tremble. “I told you that I’d come for you. Ready or not, here I come, Princess.”

“No! Stay away!” I scream, turning to the hallway. I could swear his voice came from there.

But there’s nothing to be seen.

Nothing except the filthy boot prints on the wooden floor behind me, leading into the hallway to the right.

I follow the trail into my living room, holding out my gun, ready to shoot if I must.

But then the trail suddenly ends.

My lips part in confusion as I wonder where in the hell the dirt has gone. I can’t find the boots anywhere. And then I realize what’s going on.

Too late.

Something is pulled over my head, pulling me into the dark. A bag.

His hands twist and twist until I choke. The gun drops to the floor. He’s suffocating me, and no matter how much I claw at the bag, it won’t break.

The last thing I hear before I pass out is, “Playtime is over. You can’t hide, Princess. Now you’re mine.”
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Colors by G.C.Nichols

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Gypsies bestowed the curse. A sadistic man unleashed its power.

Gioia Vita, at thirty-four, is not living the joyous life her cultural name might

suggest. Haunted by an abusive past and tormented by the harsh illustrations of a cynical world

she struggles to bury her secrets and find serenity in her life. Plagued by a glitch in her vision,

she perceives colors and mystical imagery surrounding people that warn her of their intrinsic

nature. With a fear of old world superstitions implanted into her from an early age, Gioia finds

herself believing in these enchantments. Especially now, that she is seeing these… colors.

The desire for adventure in her sheltered life prevails when an acquaintance invites her

back into the subculture of her rebellious youth. Her vision helps her navigate this tumultuous

world few get to experience, the world of 1%ers. An enclave of brothers, bearing colors that

reject normal society. She unexpectedly finds the warm colors of family, friends and a new

love. Braden Davies restores passion in her heart, but can an outlaw from a chaotic underground

culture heal her wounds? First, they must conquer the manipulative adversary that haunts them,

unearth long buried family secrets, and learn that sometimes a curse can really be a gift.

WRITE… OR DIE.

G.C. Nichols

Most of us are familiar with the phrase “ride or die”, and assume we have a fairly

adequate grasp of the significance behind it. I believe, as writers, we need to take a closer

look at its’ symbolic meaning and the philosophy it epitomizes.

For me, personally, it was an ideology my parents embedded in my brain from the

moment I exited the womb. They were immigrants from Italy, determined to live the

American dream, and work as hard as they could to provide their children with

everything they never had themselves. Telling me to “Make it happen” and “Don’t give

up”, these words embodied the “ride or die” mentality. Never stop, until you achieve your

goal, no matter what it takes. Acknowledging their morals was my only choice and I

complied with blind faith. Eventually, it helped me succeed in my path to fulfillment.

The expression actually originated in the motorcycle culture, a world I grew up in,

and know all too well. My father propped me on his bike for my first ride at a very young

age. Throughout my childhood, I watched my brother hop on dirt bikes and ride off into

the woods, returning hours later, filthy, hurt, and always with a big grin on his face. I had

to know what these men felt as they rode those beasts so I jumped on one and got my

license as soon as I could. Later in life, my rebellious spirit lured me right into the world

of motorcycle clubs, a band of misfits that allowed me to feel right at home.

Bikers use a variety of terms that represent the same sentiment, such as “Live free

or die” and “Ride hard, live free”. No matter how you say it, it is an expression that

represents dedication, a commitment to ideas, morals, freedom, art, or anything that

matters more than your personal convenience. Never meant to suggest danger, yet it

expresses an extreme challenge. It signifies a devoted individual that will pursue dramatic

means to achieve a lofty goal. Imagine for a moment the personal reward when one

triumphs, and their dedication finally provides them with a victory. It is a sublime utopia.

My perseverance finally paid off. I’m published. After almost eight years of re-

writes and rejections, I’ve attained my goal. And now, I find a million more roadblocks to

veer away from. Insecurities and fears overwhelm me as my story enters the world. So,

here I go again, digging into my soul, for the mentality etched into my heart like an old

sailor’s tattoo. I’m still learning to be strong and have to work hard to muster up the guts

and keep it moving. “Don’t look around, just ahead,” I tell myself. It gets way too scary

to see everyone’s expressions as you’re running to the finish line. “Will I make it? Can

they see me sweating? Forget them. Write… or die. Just make it happen.”

Excerpt from Chapter Sixteen: Resolution

The sun emitted particularly balmy rays that seeped into my exposed skin and warmed

me throughout. Like Mom’s chicken soup on a cold day, it flowed through my body to my soul

and healed me. The wind cooled my face, knotted my long flowing hair, and created pockets of

force between my limbs as it raced against us. We were in flight for the two-hour ride, and my

soul appreciated some much needed freedom. Even though my sunglasses kept the bright sun out

of my eyes, Braden’s brilliant metallic fire captivated me.

We snuck in small rides every day the fall weather permitted, but this particular Indian

summer day was an unexpected gift received along the Merritt Parkway. The almost eighty

degree temperature was truly out of the ordinary for the end of October. We were going to an

ally club’s Halloween party that evening and decided to extend the trip to northern Connecticut.

There were few times in my life I could remember being this happy. Waking up to

Braden’s golden sun almost every morning for the past few weeks surely made this one of them.

I felt safe with him, not only because of his gleaming rapture that guaranteed he was pure but

also because I could sense it in everything he did. His touch was always gentle, and he never

failed to watch over me. In these past few weeks, I grew to know him well and love him entirely.

I was still frightened and questioning everything. What had I done to deserve him in my

life? Had I endured enough hardship to finally find a decent man? Our passion was rising to

daring heights, and I wanted nothing more than to become one with him, but he always held

back, as if making love could risk our bond. Was it only a matter of time before the devil would

find me again and take Braden away?

The gypsies continued to invade my dreams and fear of their evil nature consumed me.

Luckily, I managed to hide the nightly turmoil from Braden. My brain struggled to comprehend

the most recent nightmare. I found myself wandering back to last night’s vision.

“Mom, can we open the presents now? Please!” I begged my mother.

She looked lovingly into my eyes and smiled. “Not yet, Gioia. We have to take care of

something very important first.”

I watched as my mother hung bundles of red peppers around the room and wondered

what could be more critical than opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why was she decorating

now? The Christmas tree lit up the otherwise dark room, and the large nativity set beneath it

glowed shimmering white light.

My aunt poured water into a large, ornate ceramic bowl and then waited patiently,

holding a small pitcher of greenish oil over it.

“Is Zia Francesca making something special tonight?” I asked, my juvenile mind always

hoping for the next treat. Spending Christmas in Italy meant I would be spoiled with gifts and

sweets typically unimaginable. It was rare we spent the holidays in Europe and my aunts would

cater to my every wish.

“Yes, but probably not what you’re thinking of,” my mother answered, chuckling.

“What do you mean?” My voice turned to a full on whine as I grew impatient.

“Tonight is a holy night and we’re going to utilize the exceptional power we’re offered to

say a prayer over you so no evil can ever hurt you. It’s a special gift that Zia Francesca wants to

offer you,” my mother explained.

“Ti voglio protegere dal malocchio,” my aunt told me in her native language. I only

understood some of the words and looked to my mother for clarification.

“Zia Francesca said she wants to protect you from the evil eye.”

A sudden chill crawled up my spine and I shivered, almost falling off the high stool I sat

on. Terror treaded wildly over my skin. Immature thoughts clouded my eight-year old brain

allowing my mother’s words to send me into utter panic. Evil? What did I need protection from?

My mother nodded to my aunt as she made her way across the room to stand near us. Zia

Francesca slowly drizzled the thick, green oil into the bowl of water.

I counted nine drops carefully placed in the shape of a cross. We all watched quietly as

the small, liquid circles spun away from one another, slow at first, then gaining speed until the

outline of an eye appeared.

“It’s true. She is cursed,” my mother whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

“What, mom? What’s the matter? What do you mean?” I begged.

“Gioia, pay attention! Just do as I and Zia Francesca do.” My mother commanded,

avoiding my wide eyes and panicked tone. She made the sign of the cross in front of me and

exclaimed, “Padre, Figlio, Spirito Santo.”

“Dammi la tua mano,” Zia Francesca commanded me to give her my hands. She also

began gesturing the sign of the cross over my pale skin.

I could see the outline of the gypsy in my peripheral vision. She stood in the window just

beyond the Christmas tree watching us. I refused to make eye contact. My body sat frozen, and

terrified from the mysterious ritual my mother and aunt were performing. I would obey my

mother until this nightmare ended.

“Father, this prayer is being said for Gioia. I pray it works in the name of the Father, the

Son, and the Holy Spirit.” My mother spoke the words quietly, closing her eyes and lifting her

head up toward heaven.

She continued to chant as a gust of wind swept across the tiled floor. It wrapped around

me and seeped into my pores forcing tears of panic as I shut my eyes in horror.

“Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirt, as it was in the beginning is now

and forever shall be,” my mother concluded and grabbed my right hand. Zia Francesca already

clutched my left in a firm hold.

The warmth of their skin brought on a calm sensation that flowed throughout me. I finally

found the courage to face the gruesome hag staring at me through the window. Cavernous

wrinkles weighed on the corners of her eyes turning them into slits of darkness. Her voluminous

lips curled downward into a scowl only meant to curse. The multiple strands of colorful beads

encircling her neck appeared to choke her. The sight of her was hideous and I found myself

hissing the word, “Zincara.”

My mother and Zia Francesca jerked their heads toward the window. The gypsies’ outline

dissipated into a puff of amethyst smoke, and she was gone.

The bike slowed as we approached our destination, waking me out of my memory. I

shook my head trying to free my brain from its’ unnerved state. Realizing my dreams did nothing

but bring on paranoia, I decided to chase out the crazy thoughts. Braden’s gentle soul gave me

hope to believe in righteousness again, and being with him was the most blissful place in the

world. Even if an evil gypsy or the devil came, I would fight. A surge of adrenaline ran through

me as I realized that, in the end, no one could keep me away from this love.

 

Dirty Bad Savage by Jade West

Title: Dirty Bad Savage
Author: Jade West
Genre: Erotic Romance, BDSM
They say Callum Jackson’s a savage.
No home. No prospects. No self-restraint.
He’s red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me.
But the rules don’t allow for my dangerous games; they don’t bend for my twisted desires.
Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast. 
A beast I can’t stop thinking about, can’t stop wanting, can’t stop hunting…
…I just pray to God this beast bites.
Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up. 
Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she’s even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year.
It’s looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep.
She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass.
She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that’s what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind.
But the handbook doesn’t know of her craving for hardcore submission.
The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild.
The handbook doesn’t know shit…
 
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Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, and the next standalone in the Dirty Bad series, Dirty Bad Savage, releases June 9th.

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Title: Dangerous Desire

Series: The Onyx Club #2

Author: Sebastian Ex

Cover Design: Book Covers by Design

 

 Release Date:

July 8, 2015

Blurb

 


My name is Brandon Edwards. Men like me

don’t come along often. I’m a gentleman, a lover, a protector, and a Dominant. I’ve never been the type who can – or even wants to –

commit to a woman…until I met Penny a couple of years ago. Since then, we’ve been in a committed relationship. I adore and cherish her.

Penny has a darkness inside her, a yearning for extreme pain. But I don’t want that for her, nor can I give her what she’s so

desperate for. Her craving has led her down risky paths, and it’s my job to keep her off those now.

There’s a dangerous desire lurking within all of us. But

when does wanting more become too much?

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Excerpt

 

 

“More,” she begs as I bring the

cane down on her already red ass.

 

I drop the long thin piece of

bamboo, it makes a sound as it hits the concrete of my playroom. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Petal,” I say to Penny. My voice is

low, angry though controlled.

 

“Please, Sir. Harder,” she begs.

 

 

Her body is filled with marks.

Her alabaster skin is no longer white. It’s a perfect hue of flaming crimson. Welts have developed from every one of the toys I’ve used on

her. I’ve spanked her, flogged her, paddled her and caned her. And with everything I’ve done she wants more.

 

I’ve noticed since Matthew and

Ella’s wedding, Penny’s upped the ante with her pain tolerance. She’s begging for more, desperate to have pain in her life at every

opportunity.

 

She’s tried to top me many

times, just like she is now.

 

“Did I give you permission to

talk?” I ask again.

 

I stand behind her, her legs

open, her pussy on show to me along with her glorious ass. Her blonde hair is falling out of the ponytail she had it in, and the strands are a

stark contrast against the rich brown of the leather from the spanking bench. She’s up on her knees, her wrists are secured to the front

legs of the bench.

 

“So-sorry, Master,” she stutters.

 

 

I fucking hate it. She’s called me

Master a few times and I know she wants that from me, but I don’t want a slave. I want a submissive.

 

Standing back, my eyes travel

the length of her body. From her upper back all the way to her ankles- she’s marked. The heavier lashings are around her upper thighs and

butt. Her mid-section only has slight color, because hitting with a heavy hand around the kidneys is not pleasurable. It’s flat out

pain.

Penny’s been wanting more pain

and I’m not ready to take her there. Nor should she want to travel into such dangerous territory.

 

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Author Bio

 

Sebastian Ex is a native of Sydney, Australia, having

grown

up in a tight-knit family mostly surrounded by women. From a young age he had a

passion for all things green and outdoors, when he hit mid-teenage years he did

an apprenticeship as a landscape gardener.

 

A serial lover of women, Sebastian was

encouraged to pen his words when a lady friend of his compared some paragraphs

from contemporary erotic novelists to his scorching, hot sexts. Now, Sebastian

is about to release his debut novel in a bid to transition from landscaping to

writing full-time.

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Defying Fate by Heidi Lis

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Title: Defying Fate
By:
Heidi Lis
Released:
May 28th, 2015
Genre:
Contemporary Romance / Suspense Romance

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Synopsis:

Sometimes love can turn ugly.
Sometimes love can hurt.
Sometimes the best thing to do is escape!

Leaving everything behind Izzy Parker escaped the hell that had been her life. Driving as far west as she could, to get away from her evil past she ended up in Washington State.

Izzy’s new life is turned upside down when she meets her Harley-riding neighbor Braxton Ryles.

Larger than life Braxton is a biker with a mouth to go with it. Owning his own shop, he controls most things in his life. Living and loving hard, the only thing that means anything to him is his daughter Eve. Upon hearing they had a new neighbor move in, his curiosity gets the better of him when his daughter won’t stop talking about their new neighbor.

The instant their eyes meet, chemistry takes over and ignites into an inferno of lust. His sense of humor and her blushing tendencies seem to sizzle whenever they are together. The only problem is they both have troubled pasts, evil ex’s that want to rip their new found happiness apart.

One-ex wants revenge; the other seeks vengeance.

What happens when their new found love collides with the ones who threaten to take it all away?

Can love survive? Or will their pasts burn their dreams of a future to ashes?

Love will be tested, hearts will break, and the horrors of the past will reveal a secret Izzy is desperate to keep hidden.

Young couple makes love to the wall

 

 

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