Spotlighted authors for today Wednesday December 9,2015

Solease M Barner



Spies, Lies, and Lust all in this Trilogy! Meet Holiday Towley the supernatural assassin who’s living a double life! She’s an assassin, mother and entangled with two men! Get the first two copies for FREE!!

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Dillion Kane


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Contessa Martin is 28 years old and never thought she would be in a strange place. She has worked hard all her life and never took any crap from anyone. When she finds herself running from the most unlikely person, she ends up in the last place she could have dreamed, but it will keep her safe, or will it?

Dixon Kelly is loved by everyone including his animals. He’s 36 years old and up until now he thought he had everything he wanted, a good career, beautiful ranch, and peace. That all changed in one night when his life is invaded by the mysterious beautiful Contessa. Now he’s questioning whether or not something is missing from his life, like a companion



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Not So Silent Night by Sheri Velarde


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Another lonely Christmas approaches for Anna and her life of penance—until an otherworldly

distraction appears and changes her life.

Anna is a lonely woman, running her dead grandmother’s flower shop. She hates Christmas and

could not feel more lost when a handsome and mysterious Russian, Alexander, walks into her shop

and her life. Each has secrets that they are harboring. Just as their passion erupts, the good old boys

in town threaten to ruin everything. Getting to know each other is tough for most couples, adding in

magic does not make it any easier. Now with a pack of werewolves out to destroy them, things

become intense. They find themselves in a fight for their lives. Can their newfound love give them

the strength to win against this threat and trust in the future?


She had almost finished cleaning up in back when she heard the bell on the door ring less than five

minutes before closing. “Seriously? Can’t people let me get out of here on time just one damn

night?” she muttered to herself as she stormed toward the front so she could wait on her customer

and then get the hell out of the store.

Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer away. She stopped

in her tracks and almost forgot what had pissed her off when she saw the customer in question. The

most breathtaking back view of a man she had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, and her

brain stopped working for the moment. Wow, who knew broad shoulders and a great rear could

stop a woman in her tracks? While she gawked like an idiot, the man turned around and proved to

be even more distracting from the front. This guy was like a wall of muscle, perfect body attached to

a very masculine and handsome face with the deepest blue eyes Anna had ever seen.

“Sorry, I know you are about to close, but I need a gift of flowers,” he said when he saw Anna. He

had a very thick eastern European accent that she thought might be Russian, which of course only

made him hotter. She noticed his eyes taking her in, and she couldn’t help but stand a little

straighter, showing her curves off to her advantage while she absentmindedly ran her fingers

through her long, wavy, raven hair, which most men seemed to love.

It took Anna’s brain a few moments to catch up before she could speak. Her previous anger and

frustration vanished, replaced by eagerness to help this particular customer. “No problem at all. Do

you have an idea of what kind of gift you are looking for? Is this for your girlfriend or wife?” Anna

held her breath as she waited for this mystery man to answer, a bit annoyed with herself that she

cared so much about what he might say.



Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her husband and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can

remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her

dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night.

Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes

bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her

on her website

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance

non-fiction writer. Hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and

hosting intimate dinner parties.


I am often asked why I write so much paranormal and speculative fiction and the answer is simple, it

is something that I love to both read as a fan and write. I got into speculative fiction at a very early

age when I first read Bunnicula, a story of a “vampire” bunny that “drains” vegetables. Don’t laugh!

It was awesome and the older I got the more I read book about things that go bump in the night or

that might not be real. Personally I insist that some of them might! I have spent some time looking

for lake monsters and the like just for fun, I fancy myself an amateur cyrptozoolgist and ghost


Basically I write in the genre that I write in because that is what I read and have been reading since I

could first hold a book by myself. I hold a fascination with vampires, ghosts, shifter, monsters, magic,

elves and more and I think many others do as well. Many people read to escape reality and that is

also why I write. What better way to escape than through magic and the unknown. Every year I still

read Lord of the Rings just because I love the world so completely.

The important thing to remember when writing paranormal or speculative fiction, is that while you

can create the rules and magic of your own universe, once you create them you must stick to them.

That is how you can build believability into your magical realms. Yes magic is magic, but there will

always be rules that must be followed in a universe and that is something important to keep in mind

when writing a fantasy world. You can research many things in historical and contemporary fiction,

but with magic you can take your books anywhere your mind desires, as long as there are check and

balances to the world that you create.

In my latest release, Not So Silent Night, I have a world full of magic, both witches and shifters. I

have made my shifters about to shift a will, but there is a great need for secrecy amongst the shifter

population. There also appears to be a hierarchy, larger animals often becoming leaders and even

sometimes scary smaller shifters. There are rules to the shifter population that I followed, even if all

of them don’t make it into the story it is still good to know just how far you can push the limits in

your created reality. I also have witchcraft involved in Not So Silent Night and that needed a whole

other set of rules. What could my witch do? She certainly wasn’t all powerful since she still lives the

life of a normal human, so what powers did she have? Could she use them for evil as well as for

good? Again I had to make sure that I knew the rules of magic within the context of my story, even if

they are only alluded to in the actual book itself. That keeps the world consistent and believable.

Spotlighted authors for today Tuesday December 8, 2015



“Calm Assurance”



Two hearts, two different worlds, uncompromising love.

A straight-laced Nephilim-descendant and a human trouble-magnet?

When Asriel – Orlosian Warrior, descendant of Nephilim, law enforcer – is sent to guard Malina, a human with a penchant for drawing trouble like a tornado, she becomes his obsession.

With no hope of finding love in his dimension, he breaks the cardinal rule, leaving his home to protect her, but she has also drawn the attention of his enemies, and he is forced to face demons from his past. If Asriel chooses to stay with Malina, not only does he risk forfeiting his right to ever return to his dimension, but he will need her blood to survive.

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“Dark Sentinels Prequel”


Sometimes a girl has to go the extra mile to capture the man she loves, especially when she’s a sentinel wolf shifter from Washington state with no possible mates for miles.

Orphaned in childhood, Dr. Syreena Adler learned at an early age to depend on her twin brother, Sable, and herself, but phone conversations with a Georgia sentinel she’s never seen spark unexpected desire.

Southern red wolf sentinel Cord Velasquez has spent his life atoning for the death of his entire family. He wants a life with Syreena, but when she surprises him with an impromptu visit, the realization of his greatest fear seems inevitable.

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Sable, a sentinel wolf shifter, is captured and locked in his wolf form until Akila, a veterinarian, tries to tame him and unleashes a 6’5″ baby blue-eyed surprise.

Dr. Akila Marshall is a veterinarian with a calling – save as many stray animals as possible. The only child of wealthy, yet distant parents, she’s convinced that love is not for her. Until…

Sable’s search for his twin sister leads him to Akila. Born into a rare species of wolf shifters whose main purpose is protecting others, he has always been forced to fend for himself, but Akila’s loving, protective nature draws him – and not a moment too soon. Together, they must learn to trust each other enough to overcome a new, deadly enemy.


“Dark Sentinels Book Two: Torin”



When greedy land developers set their sights on Dark Sentinel land, Torin turns to attorney Stephanie Bates for help, but she’ll need his protection to stay alive long enough to save his land.

Real estate lawyer, Stephanie Bates, has risen to the top of her field through meticulous sacrifice and goal setting. She has no time for distractions – and that includes pets, messy relationships, and loose ends.

Torin DuMont is a forensic scientist who chose the profession to avoid dealing with people as much as possible. Raised by a stepfather who hated him, he’s been forced to live a life of solitude, fueled by anger and distrust. When wolves and shifters start turning up dead, Torin must battle an enemy bent on destroying those he was born to protect. His greatest challenge, however, is Attorney Bates and the surprising effect she has on his heart.






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“Kaden’s Reprieve”

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She needs a safe haven, he wants his freedom. Add a supernatural matchmaker and an unexpected mentor, and their lives will never be the same.


Tanya has been running for her life for two years, but when Ms. Lillian, owner of the exclusive “Heaven’s Touch” matchmaking service, graciously gives her a week’s stay at her private bed and breakfast in St. Augustine, FL, she seizes the opportunity to escape to a possible hideaway.

Kaden is of a rare and precious race prized for extraordinary abilities. He is also half-demon, remanded to Kushiel’s custody centuries ago. Allowed to leave Hell twice a year, three days each time – Beltane, and Samhain, his life thus far has been filled with slavery, torture, and despair, and he is nearly convinced that his soul is beyond redemption. Still, he longs for freedom. Can Tanya redeem him? Can Kaden dare hope for a reprieve?

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“Dai’s Dark Valentine”


What happens when a sheltered shifter and a dark fey come together?

Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.

Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey, has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-birth and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.

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Walk Into Me


I know I will never get over her. Watching her walk away with him ripped my heart out and left it bleeding on the floor. But I can’t hide anymore. I have to face my life without her. ~ Brad


Brad has been in love with Lisa for as long as he can remember. One night years ago they took each other’s virginity but while it was the best night of Brad’s life, for Lisa it was a way to forget about Bobby. Or was it?


Brad re-emerges right when Lisa needs him most. Only Brad knows everything about her and when Lisa’s insecurities come to the surface the shoulder Lisa needs is Brad’s. Now Brad has to decide if he has it in him to trust his heart.


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At the age of seventeen, Lisa was broken when Bobby left. He was suppose to be her first. First Love. First Time. First Everything. No word for six long years. She moved away from the painful reminders sacrificing her relationship with her best friend Brad. She struggled to rebuild her life.


Now six years later she returns as a strong, successful woman grabbing a job at one of New York’s hottest marketing agencies. She is dating a gorgeous guy with his eyes on a corner office. But it all changes when she sees Bobby.


Can she risk another heartbreak from Bobby? Will she be able to repair her friendship with Brad? Lisa will have to decide between the man she’s with, and the two men that want her.


Who will she be with, and who will she tell to “Watch Me Walk Away?”

Spotlighted authors for today Monday December 7th 2015

Bethany Mills and Carmen Love



Catch up on The Lie before the release of

The Betrayal book 2


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Jeanette Jenkins loves the country life and everyone in her small town. She didn’t plan on meeting anyone or dating, seeing as she’s sworn off men, but that’s all about to change when she goes to help out on a friend’s ranch. Paul Matthews is on the crest of becoming the most prominent businessman in his father’s company. There’s only one problem: he has a secret. When he’s encouraged to get the secret out of his system, he travels to a small-town ranch to work and meets the beautiful Jeanette, whom he wants in his bed instantly. Now he has to decide: tell her the truth about himself…or lie?



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Paul Matthew’s life is good or so he believes. His business is flourishing, including his books, and he has the woman of his dreams on his arm. He trusts Jeanette completely and falls more in love with her each passing day. He’s given up all other women and is completely devoted to Jeanette.

Jeanette Jenkins didn’t expect to fall in love, but she did. When she found out Paul was living a lie, her first thought was to leave, but curiosity along with revenge fueled her to stay. Now after placing herself in his secret world she feels conflicted on her feelings for him or could she like the secret life of him more. Will their love stand or does the betrayal go too deep?





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Rage, hatred, an insatiable sexual appetite…these things come natural to our dark doppelgangers on the other side of the mirror. When Gabe, an average Joe, finds himself trapped on the other side, he realizes the only thing stopping him from getting home and saving the woman he loves is The Darkness of Man.

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it is: “Let me tell you about the night I experienced true evil. It started with a gaze. She was eye fucking the shit out of me.”

Michael is at the tail end of his bachelor party vacation with his buddies and has had enough of all the gambling and flirtatious prostitutes. Then he meets Isabelle, a foreigner herself, and Michael is smitten. But even evil can come in a beautiful package.




Nights are never cold with three husbands to warm you up. In the Dove mountain community, short for Daughters of Venus, Lauren struggles to maintain her household while remaining a leader in this lady-supreme religion and giving attention to all three of her husbands. But the trouble with three husbands is sometimes you kinda want four.

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Kinky Carnival Games: Maybe Mandy 1



Mandy isn’t thrilled about her upcoming blind date…until she meets Braden. He’ll take her to the carnival where they’ll embark on a sex-charged journey like neither has ever experienced before.


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Mandy’s on vacation, from the job and from memories of Braden, but on foreign land a little WORK may be required. Sex on foreign soil isn’t just a game…it’s a conquest.

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Checking Him Out: A Single Mother’s Workplace Erotica #1


  Being a single mother can be hectic and lonely. Rarely is it considered sexy. For single mom, Gina, pulling doubles at a supermarket cash register is no fun at all. But good times can come in mysterious packages, especially when Mr. Connor has a package like that.





Online Erotica Group: MY Orgy Cherry Popped


 BabyJane40 runs an online erotica group. When a member suggests some of them meet up for real, in a pitch black hotel room, Jane can’t pass up the chance to finally meet author Mud Studly in person…and she wants nothing more than to get a little Mud in her mouth.

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Thicker Than Bone by Mathew J. Metzger


Thicker Than Bone


Matthew J. Metzger

Length of Book: 85,000 words

Genre: gay romance, erotica, interracial. Warning for strong racist/homophobic language used by antagonist

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Matthew J. Metzger is a British author currently living, working and writing near Bristol in the south-west of England. He is both asexual and transgender, and seeks out the loud characters, rough stories, and quirky personalities that explore the rich diversity of the QUILTBAG world. He writes both adult and young adult novels, covering topics from mental illness to ill-advised crushes, and particularly enjoys writing about universal issues from the QUILTBAG perspective. Matthew can be found on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and Tsu, or at his website.

When not writing (which is rare), Matthew is usually found crunching numbers at his day job, working out to inappropriately chirpy pop songs, or being owned by his cat. It is important to note that the man does not, naturally, own the cat.

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If you could save someone’s life, would you? Anyone’s?

Ali’s older brother has a swastika tattooed on his knuckles, a prison ID number for nearly beating a man to death for the crime of being Middle Eastern, and spent his teenage years ruthlessly persecuting Ali for being gay. 

Blood may be thicker than water, but Ali has spent most of his life desperate to prove that he is nothing like Tony. A committed vegetarian, charity-supporter, and blood donor, Ali would do anything for anyone, and is frequently teased by his partner, Yazid, for being too soft-hearted. Ali may share parentage with Tony, but he is determined not to share anything else if he can help it.

So when Tony contracts leukaemia, and Ali is the only match for the urgently-needed bone marrow transplant, Ali is caught between two equally awful choices: to refuse, and condemn a man to death, or to donate.

And in donating, save the life of the man who nearly murdered Ali’s Iraq-born boyfriend? 


Yazid gave up trying the moment that the clock on the wall ticked over to seven. Tracy cheered. “Get yerself on the other side of that bar!” she crowed, shoving Yazid hard in the back. “G’wan, yer ingrate, yer not one of my staff no more!”

Danielle, his pink-haired replacement, giggled and started pouring a Guinness before Yazid could even ask for it; he laughed and whipped off his work shirt to the delighted shrieks of a hen party just starting up in the corner.

“Put that away!” Tracy jeered, her strong accent turning it into ‘pertharraway.’ She tossed Yazid his backpack from the storage cupboard under the till, and he obediently offered the hen party a little self-indulgent flex or two before tugging a t-shirt over his head and ‘putting it away.’

“Knock it off, you lot, ‘e’s a gay-boy!” Tracy shouted, and the bride-to-be, one of their regulars, whistled even louder.

“Even better then, get it back out and give us a show!” she yelled back and Yazid laughed.

“Speaking of gay-boys,” Tracy said, “where’s yours?”

“Family thing,” Yazid said, grinning at Danielle when she plonked the liveliest Guinness he’d ever seen in front of him. “His mum’s birthday, I think. Maybe his sister’s. I dunno, I wasn’t listening.”

Tracy crowed with laughter; Lee, one of the kitchen skivvies, loped past and clapped Yazid so hard on the back he nearly hit the bar.

“Lucky you, getting to escape this place,” he said, and Tracy hit him with a packet of crisps. “Oi! Cow!”

“Pick yer knuckles off the floor and get movin’ with them bar snacks!” she retorted. Yazid snorted as Lee was scolded back into the kitchen, and downed a third of his Guinness in one gulp.

“Steady on, love,” one of the other barmaids said. “No plans later, then?”

“Nah,” Yazid said. “Starting the new job next week, but the other half couldn’t get much time so our little party’s at the weekend.”

She blew up into her fringe. “That’s disgusting.”

“Didn’t fink you was ‘omophobic or nuffink,” Danielle said in her thick London accent. She was a student working to pay her fees to the University of Leeds, and was routinely mocked for the way she spoke. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Nah, the bit that’s not right is that he gets a bloke like that, and I don’t,” the barmaid said.

“Like what?” Danielle asked.

“Like that,” came the significant reply, but before Yazid could work it out, a pair of arms slid around his shoulders and a kiss landed against his temple.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hey babe,” he beamed, twisting to offer a one-armed hug. Ali slide onto the stool next to his, a broad smile splitting his wind-flushed face. He looked stunning, and Yazid — emboldened by the fact he’d never have to step foot back in this place if he didn’t want to — leaned across to kiss him.

“I made some excuse to Mum,” Ali said. “Wanted to come and see you instead.”

“Damnit, I was going to get with Lee round the back later,” Yazid whined, and Tracy shrieked with laughter.

“Now that would be sick,” she said. “What can I get you, my love?”

The bar was empty but loud, the hen do and a couple of lads at the pool table making it seem busier than it actually was, and as the evening shift drifted in for their own patterns, Lee and Lizzy, one of the cleaners, clocked off and joined them for a toast to Yazid’s new job and ‘escaping the madhouse’ when Tracy was out of earshot. Yazid’s good mood was bolstered by a win on the fruit machines, and then the hen party staggered off to start their bar crawl proper, and their little party of four squashed into the abandoned booth.

“Gonna be almost feminine without you, mate,” Lee said, clacking their glasses together messily. “Won’t be no blokes left!”

“Yazid doesn’t count as a bloke,” Lizzy argued. “Gays don’t count!”

“More bloke than any of you tarts,” Lee snorted.

“Definitely all bloke,” Ali said. “When you’re not being a princess,” he added snidely, and Yazid laughed, dropping an arm around him faux-casually.

“Princess Yazida, that’s me,” he agreed, to Lee’s good-natured ribbing and Lizzy’s alarmingly high giggle. “Lizzy, he just means nobody to discuss the football with without having to compete for you girls.”

“Sorry Lee, you just ain’t my type,” Lizzy said, and waggled her fingers in front of her chest with a leery grin. “You just ain’t got the knockers!”

“Neither have you, you flat-chested tart!” Lee retorted, and Yazid laughed. He waved to Danielle for another pint, feeling at ease and relaxed, and quite prepared to get a bit wankered now Ali had shown up and would steer him vaguely homewards at closing time. Maybe with a detour to —

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

Ali’s angry voice jolted Yazid out of his happy buzz, then there was a fist in his t-shirt and he was jerked from his seat to the wall, the slightly sticky paintwork hitting him too hard in the back and his quarter-pint of Guinness crashing down his trousers to the floor.

“What the—”

“Shoulda known it was you,” Tony Barraclough snarled at disturbingly close range. His teeth were yellow, and he stank of cigarettes and weed. 

“Oi!” Tracy bellowed from the bar.

“Get off me,” Yazid snarled, and shoved. Tony was either too stoned or too surprised, and staggered back a good couple of feet. “You’re barred, now get the hell out,” he snapped, the good mood thoroughly gone. He’d had quite enough of this. At least at the new job, he could shove the bigoted idiot’s hand in a deep fat fryer if he came knocking.

“Tony, get out of here!” Ali shouted.

“You skipped out for him?” Tony growled. His voice was hoarse and raspy.

“I have a life!” Ali shouted, throwing up his hands. “You should try one, now try it elsewhere!”

“Now,” Tracy snapped, stalking over from the bar, all five foot nothing of her. “Yer barred, now get out before I ‘ave the police in ‘ere.”

“You skipped out,” Tony snarled, ignoring Tracy entirely, “for this Muzzie piece of—!”

Lee started up violently from the table, his dark skin burning to black in instant anger. “You shut your—!”

The noise level started to rise, Lee and Tony both yelling over each other, and Tracy’s shriek demanding Danielle to get one of the bouncers in, or call the police. Yazid found himself straightening his own back, squaring up to Tony’s aggressive stance. Okay. Thug wanted a brawl, he’d get one. Yazid was sick and tired of this utter crap. 

“Tony, piss off!” Ali shouted, riled up maybe the most by his brother’s appearance, and Tony’s lip curled.

“You skip out on your own sister for this bit of halal meat, s’at how it works, Ali?” he snapped right back, and Yazid opened his mouth without thinking.

“Nah,” he said, making an obscene gesture at his own crotch. “Halal drains the blood out, not pumps it up full. This meat’s all haraam, babe.”

Tony moved. His arm lashed out, something flashing in the dim light of the bar, and there was —

There was a blur of motion, and then pain and heat exploded across Yazid’s face. The room spun; he felt the wall against his cheek, then his arm, and then he was sitting on the floor and people were screaming. There was hot liquid running down his face, and the entire world was red and black, splashes and round dots vying for his attention. He felt himself sway, and put out a hand to catch the wall, only to miss and slump against it head-first. Pain. Pain-pain-pain. There was — 

There was a loud bang, and the bouncer — N…Ni… — the bouncer was shouting, and then there were dark shapes and Yazid could feel his stomach rolling.

“Bucket!” someone yelled. “Trace, get me a bucket, he’s gonna hurl!”

There were hands on his arms and shoulders, and Yazid closed his eyes, feeling sick and shaky from the spinning. The heat was still coming, and his hair and clothes felt wet. He could smell Sol — and that was it, he opened his jaw and threw up painfully. The clang of metal and the stench of vomit said the bucket had been dutifully got, and the screaming was morphing into the shrill call of a siren.

“What—” he tried.

“Easy, mate.” Lee. “Easy. You’ll be all right.”

“It’s okay.” Softer, gentler — higher. More frightened. Yazid twitched with the need to stop that fear, and curled his fingers around a hand that found its way to his. Ali. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay, you’re okay, oh my God…”

Then the pieces slotted together — and Yazid realized, just as he recognized the heavy thunder of police boots on the weak boards to the main bar area, that he’d been bottled.

Then he blacked out. 
Words from Mathew
I don’t actually like being an author.
There, I said it.

I’m obsessed with writing. I love having books on my shelf with my name on them. I like browsing stock photo sites to find suggestions for cover art. I enjoyed the freak-out an editor and I had a few books back when we realised there was no British alternative for a word I’d used that Americans wouldn’t understand. (I ended up having to rejig the entire paragraph.) I have been making up stories since I was two feet tall, and will probably still be doing it on my deathbed. Writing is as integral to my life as breathing.

But I don’t like being an author.

Whenever there’s a gathering — online or physical — of writers (especially romance writers) I feel like the guy in engineering who accidentally wandered into the marketing department’s Christmas party. (Cue a Dilbert comic here.) I am out of place. My opinions on almost any topic are deeply unfashionable in the writing world, my sense of humour is definitely off, and the less said about my politics, the better.

So why am I still doing this?

If this were how I felt every time I went into the office for my day job, I would have quit years ago and found a new career. So why haven’t I done that with writing? It’s pretty obvious by now that I am what business management textbooks and interview rejection reasons the world over deem a poor ‘cultural fit.’ So why am I hanging around? Why am I still doing this?

Because my writing isn’t about anyone but me.

At the end of the day, my writing is for me. My adult books are stories I had fun writing, and little more. Sometimes there’s a deep message in there, and sometimes there’s not. My young adult work is usually deeper, but it’s still for the kid I used to be, than any other people in the world. They’re the books I needed to see. Sometimes other people say they want to see them too, and that’s awesome. Sometimes other people empathise, and I reach out across the page to someone else like me for a change, and that’s even more awesome. 

But more often than not, they don’t.

I write for myself: to tell the stories I want to tell, and to see covers with my name on, the way I dreamed about when I was younger. And that’s all.

And in a way, that’s actually the most freeing position an author can be in.


If you could save someone’s life, would you? Anyone’s?
Ali’s older brother has a swastika tattooed on his knuckles, a prison ID number for nearly beating a man to death for the crime of being Middle Eastern, and spent his teenage years ruthlessly persecuting Ali for being gay.

Blood may be thicker than water, but Ali has spent most of his life desperate to prove that he is nothing like Tony. A committed vegetarian, charity-supporter, and blood donor, Ali would do anything for anyone, and is frequently teased by his partner, Yazid, for being too soft-hearted. Ali may share parentage with Tony, but he is determined not to share anything else if he can help it.

So when Tony contracts leukaemia, and Ali is the only match for the urgently-needed bone marrow transplant, Ali is caught between two equally awful choices: to refuse, and condemn a man to death, or to donate.

And in donating, save the life of the man who nearly murdered Ali’s Iraq-born boyfriend? 
Click here to find out more, read a sample, and (of course) buy a copy of your own.
Matthew J. Metzger is an asexual, transgender author dragged up in the wet and windy British Isles. Matt writes both adult and young adult LGBT romance, with a particular focus on the gritty situations and people often left out of the typical romantic set-up. When not writing, Matt can be found crunching numbers at his day job, sleeping, or pretending that he owns his cat, rather than the other way around. He can be found on Twitter, Facebook and occasionally at his website.

Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos by Carolyn Laroche


Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos

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Carolyn LaRoche

Book 1 of the Secret Lives Series – 225 pages (print)

Romantic intrigue- the only sex is between the husband and wife and not explicit

Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives

near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not

at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling




Every woman has secrets, and Cyndi Mills is no exception…

Cyndi has a beautiful daughter, and her husband Jason is totally hot for her, but something is

missing. As a cop, Jason is extremely vigilant about safety and security, and Cyndi longs for

some time to herself, so she takes a Friday night job.

Jason thinks she’s cleaning offices, when she’s actually dancing in a red bustier and six-inch

stilettos at a club called Sugar Shakers, something only her three best friends, also police

When club employees start disappearing, the truth comes out…

A young runaway, Jade, and a military widow, Lola, vanish, and Lola’s body is later found in

the ocean. Cyndi begins investigating—with some help from her friends—but when

anonymous threats put her daughter in jeopardy, she has no choice but to confess her lie to

Jason, rocking their previously solid marriage.

Jason is furious, but Cyndi has to ask for even more if she hopes to solve the mystery…

Cyndi convinces Jason to sign her up as a confidential informant, and she officially goes

undercover at the club, while Jason struggles to control his jealousy. As the evidence mounts

and the danger becomes all too real, Jason fights to keep Cyndi safe.

But no amount of security can protect someone when lies are more common

than the truth and no one is who they appear to be.

“When does a secret become a lie?”




Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that

look immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew

something didn’t add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied

her. “Why do you have glitter in your hair?”

Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn.

Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.

“Jody brought her daughter’s costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her

fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back

over the carpets with the sweeper twice and I’m still not sure we got it all.”

Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was

laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy.

Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn’t see

through her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their

“You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?”

“Harper is four. It’s a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer

“Yeah, well, I just don’t want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won’t ever

let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that.” He shook his head.

Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m

exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?”

Jason hugged her close. “You gonna wear a little French maid’s outfit like you do

when you clean those offices?”

“Can’t fault a guy for trying.” Jason’s grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny.

He pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. “Come on. I know you gotta

Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left

her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. “You’re

looking at it, baby. Doesn’t my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?”

“Not as much as a little maid’s outfit would. It’s nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to

pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don’t mess up your own clothes.”

“Ohhh, Jason… you are such a guy!”

“You would rather I be such a girl?”

“Of course, not! Just don’t be so obvious about being a man all the time.” Cyndi filled

a glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before

heading toward their bedroom. “Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you

frisk me before we go to sleep.”

Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the

house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety

checks as he yelled to her from various locations around the house.

“Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?” Snap went the deadbolt on the

front door. “Needles, knives, or guns?” Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the

back yard. “Do I need gloves or cuffs…?”

“Not sure you’re gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun,” she called back as she

climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.

1Thank you, Pamaceeve, for having me as a guest on your blog today. I am very excited to share with

your readers the first book in my Secret Lives series, Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos. I’ve had a lot of

people ask about the title and the premise behind the book. I realize that the whole concept of a

woman married to a cop getting away with what Cyndi did for so many weeks may seem a bit

unrealistic. As much as there is a place in the world for serious fiction and tear jerkers, I like to think

that there is a need for fun and humour as well. Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos was written to

entertain, make people laugh and root for the good guys.

The idea for this book came from a conversation I had with some friends. We were online, joking

around in a group chat, much like Cyndi and her friends do in the book and someone mentioned that

I should write about a bunch of women who are friends like we are. That simple comment morphed

into an entire series about a group of friends who seemed to be magnets for trouble and sexy men

in uniform. Tossing in the awesome soundtrack of 1980’s rock and roll and a cast of colourful

background characters made it the perfect fun read for the beach or the couch on a rainy day.

The entire Secret Lives series takes that same humorous approach to love and mystery solving. Cyndi

and Jason are already married for ten years in the book and they are crazy about each other, in and

out of the bedroom where Jason’s job as a police officer creeps into everything he does, even

seduction. This part of the plot is important to me as I wanted to write a book- actually a series of

books- where the hero and heroine were older and more established in life than the typical single

twenty or thirty somethings that are often found in romance books. A fulfilling intimacy doesn’t have

to disappear at the age of forty- something Cyndi and Jason definitely portray. The second book in

the series, In the Shadow of the Shield, releases next month and in it, Diana shows the world that a

second chance at love and romance mid-life is possible. Life doesn’t end at forty and books with

couples in middle age can be just as fun and engaging as those with twenty five year olds. Maybe

better- experience comes with age like taste with a fine wine.

Maybe Mandy 1 Kinky Carnival Games by C.C. Genovese



Kinky Carnival Games: Maybe Mandy 1


Mandy isn’t thrilled about her upcoming blind date…until she meets Braden. He’ll take her to the carnival where they’ll embark on a sex-charged journey like neither has ever experienced before.


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