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Title: Trolling
Author: Emma Brady
Genre: Romance / Urban Fantasy
Lily Faye-Richardson thought her bad luck was ending when she and her sisters inherited her uncle’s house. Finding a green man chained in the basement changed that. Now she must trust this sexy troll to take her into a magical kingdom and rescue the only family she has.
Theno woke up with missing pieces to his memory but an angel saving him. When her sisters are kidnapped, he is willing to do anything to help her in return. The problem is, if he can’t remember who he is, how can he trust himself not to hurt her?
Together, the two of them will go to the land of Tammara to bring back the other Faye girls. They will have to face an Evil Queen, who wants to find the door and cross over into the human world. There is also the matter of an intense sexual attraction between them and the need for Theno to discover his identity. Does a troll get to have a happy ending?

Author Bio

Emma graduated with both an English degree and a library sciences degree. She has always been an avid reader of romance, since she first fell in love with Wuthering Heights.  After college she decided she didn’t want to just read books and started writing them. She has already started in both urban fantasy and historical romance, but doesn’t rule out other projects in the future. Living in Kansas with her tiny lapdog and a couple rambunctious nephews, she spends most of her time reading, writing and enjoying a good cup of coffee.

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Please tell us about yourself.
Hi, there. My name is Greta, and I write fairy tales for the wicked. I have no interest in heroes. I write villains. You know the type. Dark, handsome, ruthless. Probably has plans for world domination and a huge…ahem…heart. Otherwise, I’m an avid reader, a lover of music, and a comic book snob. Mostly, I spend my days writing.  

Please tell us about your books.
New Gotham is my fictional world and the root of my series. All my books are retellings of classical literature, fairy tales, or sometimes a mashups of both. I try to stay close to the original tale or text, which means expect stories with some grit. In New Gotham, fairy tales are about the struggle. I think we should celebrate the struggle.

Also, while I give my monsters my own twist, I try to write them as they were originally depicted in mythology. This makes them “Horror” grade monsters in a paranormal contemporary world. If you’re looking for “soft-core” paranormal, where werewolves and shifters are cuddly and cute, beware.

What inspired you to write Cry Wolf?
This book originated as a short story that was published in an anthology. Soon after its release readers requested a second book, which I gave them. I was never truly satisfied with the way I had written either story, so I decided to dedicate myself to rewriting the tales. This was also be the first time we took an intimate look at New Gotham’s shifters and werewolves. I had a blast creating their culture and exploring the challenges they face in a world where monsters and humans are struggling to live together peacefully.

The root of the plot and the characters were, of course, mainly inspired by Aesop’s the Boy Who Cried Wolf tale, the symphonic fairy tale Peter and the Wolf, and David P. Mannix’s The Fox and the Hound.

How much time per week do you spend writing / editing your work?
I write fulltime, and I work fulltime.
For my writing career, I divide my free time between marketing (25%), editing (25%), and writing (50%). Right now, I’m averaging anywhere from 50 – 60 hour work weeks.
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What are you working on at the moment?
Readers have asked to read about Peter’s brother, Sebastian. I aim to please. (wink)

About the Book

Title: Cry Wolf
Author: Greta Stone
Genre: M/M Urban fantasy

Everything you know is a lie.

Sly fox, misanthrope, and resident comic nerd, Peter, has earned his nickname as the Boy Who Cried Wolf. He’s surrounded by chaos.  It doesn't matter if Peter has angelic intentions or diabolical plans—mass pandemonium will ensue. When he mimics the howl of a long-lost friend, the consequences are disastrous.
With no recollection of his past, the wolf, Luca, remains hidden in the shadows.  Otherwise, he'll have no future.  But when someone steals Luca’s howl and forces him to investigate, he ends up stranded with a mouthy fox who insists they were friends once upon a time.

The Underwood is a dangerous place.

They have two choices: work together or die.

Experience the timeless story of friendship, love, and loss in a Gothic, realistic retelling of your favorite childhood classics, Aesop's fable The Boy Who Cried Wolf and David P. Mannix's classic novel The Fox and the Hound.




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Greta is the unruly offspring of a tiger and a dragon. She spends most of her time reading, stalking Goodreads, and harassing other authors with pranks.



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​Please tell us about yourself. 
 
I’m a 23-year-old New Orleans native. In the city, I’m known for my art. I’ve been exhibited in galleries and museums. People commission me for portraits and other illustrations, but most people commission me for my choices in alternative mediums. I create paintings out of coffee and wine. Clients tell me what their favorite coffee is, and I paint their portrait out of what they drink. I use traditional mediums as well. My entire house always smells like coffee and paint. I try to have a variety of skills to please my patrons, because I never know what someone would want next. I’m always willing to learn and try new things, so I won’t become idle or stagnant. Every day, I draw and write something to refine my skills and rendering hand. I hate being idle.
 
Tell us about your book.
 
The Sanguinarian Id is a culmination of my love, fear, and fascination of art, WWI, WWII, medical malpractice, monsters, and action. It follows the main protagonist Hael, a dhampir, as she hunts through ruins and battle grounds of WWII, in order to find the madman responsible for her state of being. As she weaves her way through slums, barricades, and Europe’s underground, she encounters hordes of Nazis, vampires, and other hellish creatures, alongside a body trail left by her target, Mendelson. As a half-vampire of unknown origins, she battles soldier after soldier, as she finds others that share her plight. This book is the first in The Sanguinarian Id series. There are plenty of historical references, blood, action, debauchery, monsters, and violence. Unlike other books with vampires, I incorporate different species of vampires from around the world, such as the Alp, Nosferatu, Umpier, and the Gaki. There will be more vampire breeds as the series continues. As stated in my book, it’s a ‘contortion of malpractice, monsters, and madness’. It’s an illustrated novel. Illustrated works like Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland attracted me as a kid, so I wanted to make an illustrated book for adults. Alongside writing the book, I created all of the interior artwork and cover artwork myself.
 
What inspired you to write The Sanguinarian Id?
 
People ask kids in school, “What’s your favorite movie?” Most children always replied with either Nickelodeon or Disney films. I loved Disney as well, but, at 9-years-old, I’d experienced a great deal of childhood trauma via suffering with severe Chronic Plaque Psoriasis, bullying due to my skin condition, being experimented on with different medications for Psoriasis treatment, and abuse, so my favorite movies were Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal. Psychology, WWI, WWII, medicine, malpractice, malfeasance, deviants, and the occult fascinated me. For me, the more macabre and dark it was, the more alluring it was, because the pain in those films was real to me. I was never satisfied with G or PG-13 rated films. Alongside this, my aunt studied to be a Registered Nurse. As she studied, she showed me her medicinal and anatomy books. I’d draw the dissections and bare muscles. This made watching horror movies, like Hannibal, more interesting, since I could name the organs that spilled out. In my first semester of high school, I wrote the first drafts of The Sanguinarian Id. By that time, I fueled all my drawings with all the anger and hurt I had from my childhood. I was neck deep in anatomical drawings, slasher films, comic book, graphic art, WWII, and medical book references. Barnes & Noble and Borders were my favorite places to go to get more reading materials. As I asked my mom for more and more books, I thought, ‘I draw every day. I can write. I’ve been through shit. Why isn’t my work in here?’ I wanted to make a character that had the power to get revenge, like I wanted to as a kid. I wanted to manifest all the bullies and abusers as the monsters they were, so I could gouge them out as I pleased. For once in my life, through art and writing, I was able to satiate my pain and have a flicker of control. After that, every day in high school, I hand wrote the beginnings of The Sanguinarian Id. During this time, my teacher was David Pierson. Before teaching English, David was a writer and editor. When I showed him my art and my handwritten manuscript, he told me how to type a proper manuscript, and he let me come to his classroom at lunch every day to have me read my work to him. If it wasn’t for David teaching me how to write and format, I would’ve never had the foundation to get my work published.
 
How much time per week do you spend writing / editing your work? 
 
In a week, I’d say maybe 15 to 25 hours. Outside of having a full-time job and lists of art commissions, I try to write and illustrate for my book every night as much as I can. The pacing changes from week to week.
 
What are you working on at the moment?
At the moment, I’m working on editing and illustrating The Sanguinarian Id II, creating the graphic novel rendition of The Sanguinarian Id, and formatting new templates for the novel’s website.

​About the Book

Title: The Sanguinarian Id
Author: L.M. Labat
Artist: L.M. Labat
Genre: Horror, Historical Fiction, Paranormal, Occult, Gothic Horror
Publisher: Night to Dawn Magazine & Books
She’s been beaten, stabbed, poisoned, and shot, but Hael refuses to die. In her pursuit for vengeance and her origin, the Dhampir Hael hunts down the madman responsible for her fateful transformation. As this half-vampire juggernauts her way through a world at war, Hael battles hordes of Nazi soldiers as she struggles to maintain her sanity. However, while Hael gathers knowledge on how to trap and kill her target, her adversary’s network is expanding at an exponential rate, as his sick obsession with Hael grows deeper. Will she have her revenge? Will she find her origin? Or, will she crumble beneath her own insidious bloodlust?
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Author Bio

Born in 1993, L. M. Labat stems from New Orleans, Louisiana. From the struggles of a broken family and surviving life-threatening events, Labat found refuge within the arts while delving into the fields of medicine, psychology, and the occult. While combining illustration and literature, L. M. Labat was able to cope with endless nightmares as well as hone in on artistic techniques. From confronting the past to facing new shadows, this author gladly invites audiences into the horror of The Sanguinarian Id.


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Book Excerpt

​The next morning, Elise woke, flat on her stomach, disoriented, with a piercing headache that only came from a hangover. While she’d been living with her parents for about a month now, she’d often still wake up in confusion from forgetting where she was at first. It’d sometimes take her a minute to realize she wasn’t in her house in Denver anymore. She opened one eye to check the time, but the alarm clock wasn’t hers or the one in her parents’ guest room.
She sat up, jarring her already-sore head, and let out a moan. Thankfully, dark shades were covering the windows, casting the room in shadows and hiding the evil sun.
What happened last night? Her memory was fuzzy, and it hurt to think.
She realized she was naked and pulled the sheet up to cover herself as she slowly looked around the room, recognizing nothing. Nothing but the sleeping naked male lying on the bed next to her.
Oh God. No! Panic raced through her body, and memories rose to taunt her.
She’d slept with Luke Long. She’d slept with. Luke. Long.
She whimpered and closed her eyes. She had managed to escape college without screwing the guy, only to have dirty, dirty sex with him last night. And that was only the stuff she could remember.
She was never drinking again.
If Rachel ever found out, she was going to give Elise so much shit—after she quizzed Elise on whether the whole fucks-like-a-rock-star thing was true.
Elise couldn’t recall everything from last night after the rest of their friends had left the restaurant, and Luke and she had decided it would be fun to take a bunch of shots. But, now, she did know that, yes, Luke Long did indeed fuck like a rock star. Her sore vagina could attest to that.
I hate you, alcohol.
Luke shifted beside her, but the arm he had over his eyes remained where it was, and his breathing regulated and deepened again.
She really should get out of there before he woke up, but instead, she found herself staring at his beautiful body. Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
She moved her gaze from his face to down his muscular chest and stomach and noticed a blemish of some kind. She leaned closer to look at the red mark directly above his hip.
Are those teeth marks?
A memory surfaced. She’d bitten him so hard that she bruised him…after she went down on him…again. She dropped her head in her hand. She was such a slut.
She looked again at the wound, and her gaze moved to the thin white sheet that was covering one leg and only part of his penis. God, even flaccid, it was thick and long. She remembered thinking it was perfect. She might have even told him that she wanted to mold his dick, so she could use it on herself when she was alone. She moaned softly with embarrassment.
“Jesus, would you stop thinking? You’re making my hangover ten times worse.”
Elise jumped. “Would you stop scaring me?”
Luke chuckled and moved his arm from his face. His brown eyes glittered with amusement. “Sorry,” he said, but his tone indicated that he wasn’t the least bit remorseful.
And, now, she was regretting not getting the hell out of there right away.

About the Book

Title: Dirty
Author: R.L Kenderson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
He’s a player. She’s too smart to let him in her pants. Until a night of drunken sex has her kicking herself and vowing she’ll never let it happen again. Or will she?
Elise Phillips returns home due to her father’s illness and doesn’t expect to run into an old acquaintance from college. Luke was a player back then and seems to be a player now, and Elise had always prided herself on not being another notch on his bedpost. But when a few rounds of pool and a couple of shots lead to one night of hot sex, Elise knows that it can never happen again.


Luke Long has always thought of Elise as the pretty girl that was friends with his roommate’s girlfriend, but now she’s all grown up. When their night of passion rocks Luke’s world he knows he must have her again.
The two enter a friends-with-benefits relationship with the agreement that they’re just going to have fun. But when Elise sees a side of Luke she didn’t know existed, she finds herself falling in love, without realizing there’s a side to her that could ruin it all.
Dirty is the first contemporary romance from paranormal romance author R.L. Kenderson. If you like laughing out loud, sexy book boyfriends, playful couples, and dirty, dirty sex, then you’ll love this fun contemporary romance.
Get your copy of Dirty and start falling in love today!

Author Bio

R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name. Renae has always loved reading and in third grade wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
They both live in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day and a sexy author by night. You can find them at http://www.rlkenderson.com, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter, and Goodreads. Or you can email them at rlkenderson@rlkenderson.com. They always love hearing from their readers.


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Book Excerpt

​A cold breeze swept over them, cooling off skin drenched with the heat of lust. No woman had ever affected him so intensely. No woman had ever refused to date him. No woman but beautiful and sweet Ella Winthrop.
She shivered.
“Are you cold?” He stopped in the darkness of the forest. He should have thought about the cool nights here and brought dinner up to the main house. He needed to be more considerate. “I can give you my shirt.”
He let go of her hand and lifted his tee. He was boiling walking next to her. He was more than eager to take off his shirt or anything else he could get off for that matter. He wanted to be naked between the bed sheets, or up against a tree, or in the grass, or hell, anywhere he could get her into a compromising position. But he had rules for a lasting relationship. Take things slow.
“No, no.” She shivered again. A pink blush filled her cheeks. “I’m not cold.”
She reached for the hem of his dark T-shirt halfway up his chest, but her warm hands touched his bare abs. She told the truth. She wasn’t cold. Maybe her reluctance in the car was because she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He breathed in and slowly exhaled as her hand glided down to the waistband of his jeans. Please, a little farther. Unbutton them. Make the first, big move. Show me you want me so I can take over.
He tightened his abs, showing off the top and middle of his eight-pack. 
She shivered again. Her breathing turned shallow. She stepped closer, and he swore she made a soft, moaning sound like she had in the car. He wanted to hear her moaning under him so badly he could barely think straight. 
He sucked in his abs, wishing he had worn loose-fitting jeans, so she could slip her hand down and touch his dick. The magical hands that massaged his body every week would be on the places he fantasized about having them. 
Her fingers lingered near the top button of his jeans. 
He waited. His eyelids drooped. Please, do it. Do it, Ella. 

​About the Book

Title: Ella’s Triple Pleasure
Author: Anna Lores
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
It takes three men to satisfy one woman’s needs…
Single mom and massage therapist Ella Winthrop isn’t looking for a relationship. She has enough problems without risking a business that barely meets her needs. Then her world is turned upside down by three men, each offering something she isn’t prepared for—love so deep it hurts, sex so hot she’s afraid she’ll melt from the pleasure, and a future beyond her wildest dreams.
Steamy businessman Cade Jackson has it all—money, looks, a giving heart, and a dominant nature—but Ella refuses to date a client even if she’s lusted after him for a year. After his brother’s death, Garrett Winthrop moves back to town opening old wounds and even darker fantasies. Dr. Derek McGregor gives her balance and understanding that speaks to her soul. All three men force Ella to question the limits of a traditional relationship.

Author Bio

Anna started writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late night reading, she borrowed her son’s laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. A month later, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams.
With a B.A. in English Literature and a desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, Anna shed the job as mom of three in the late night hours and assumed her alter ego of Dirty Girl.




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Quotes

​1.    The choices made at each of his crossroads, good or bad, right or wrong, caused him to be who he is.
2.    An ultimate representative my new friends is a unique nightmare I created for myself very early on in life to hide behind everyday, convinced that it was the right choice
3.    Remember, opposite choices will always exist at each of your crossroads. To lose my darkness is the equivalent of losing my light since one cannot exist without the other.
4.     despite all of the steps forward I have taken, there are days I feel like I am still at the beginning. I still falter and lose my way but the difference is that now I am in control. I choose each step I take, each path I journey down with my eyes wide open.
5.    Changing who you are is difficult if not impossible, believe me, this whole book is about my attempts to do that my whole life before realizing that who I am is just fine. Here’s the hook: changing how you handle life is totally in your control. Choosing happiness is up to you!
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​About the Book

Title: Your crossroads. Your choice.
Author: EJ Apicello
Genre: Self-help
Welcome to my diary, my journey, as I tripped and crawled through the darkest time in my life- when I witnessed  people that I held incredibly close to me shatter my very existence with their words and actions. The things within this book spine are extremely raw and exceptionally real. You and I are going to get very close, the details in this book, although oddly general, are incredibly specific. Yes, I realize what I just said and as you read my words you will see what I mean. As you silently gasp and mentally bitch slap me, please be kind because my story is just that – my story. It is not any more or less special than yours. In fact the only difference between our stories are the choices we made at each of the crossroads in our lives. For most of my life the choices I made were not based on my happiness but on everyone else’s. This book describes what I have experienced in my journey to finding my happiness and hopefully never letting it go. Sadly, it took me thirty six years to find the strength I need to detoxify my life and self view and find someone who is worthy of my awesomeness. Thirty six years to shatter the negative foundation I had built shatter the ultimate representative I created to hide behind and begin the process of building a new foundation. Only this foundation will be built on strength, confidence and above all, happiness. So take a minute or thirty and sit with my story for a while. You never know what you might find out.

Author Bio

Welcome to my real, crazy, emotional, probably too honest journey. I am an everyday girl in this everyday world trying to keep my head above water and within the pages of this book you will learn about the things that have broken me down  and the steps I am taking to build back up. You will see, my new friends, that this story is written in a unique, general, conversational voice, which was my choice. I want you to be able to picture yourself in my shoes, relate my trials and tribulations to yours and see that you too can find your happiness. Even if you don’t realize this yet, every single one of us possesses things inside of ourselves that we didn’t know were there. It took my life taking a crazy right turn and dumping me at the lowest possible point before I could see the strength within myself. We are not defined by what we do, we are defined by the choices we make. I decided when I put pen to paper that I want my choices to start defining me as strong, confident, secure and above all else, happy. So, who am I? How about I tell you who I was – a self loathing shell of myself who put everyone else’s happiness before my own. Herein lies my story to find that happiness and all of the ups and downs along the way. See who I was and who I am trying to become and maybe, somewhere in there, you will find out a little about yourself too.


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Book Excerpt

After a few more hours, the forest gave way to the foothills that bordered the Northern Mountains.  They paused to survey the landscape.  
                “Granite Hills…you did it, Riv.  We’re here.”  Alex paused to glance around.  Gray stones jutted out of the ground with green moss growing out of cracks.  Small trees and bushes struggled to find footholds.  Even though it was spring, a brisk wind chilled her cheeks and snow coated the tops of the tallest peaks in the mountains to the north.
                “My friend herds his goats right over there.”  Riv kicked his heels into his horse’s flanks.  “His family just moved the goats up here to the spring meadows.  They’ll stay for the summer.” 
Ahead of them, the goats were spread out through a shallow valley, perhaps as many as a hundred mature goats with many young kids.  The goat herder appeared to be the same age as Riv, but shorter and thinner.  He wore a tattered wool coat over a pair of worn britches and old boots, topped off with a goatskin worn like a cloak. 
Riv waved to his friend and trotted over to him.  He jumped off his horse and hugged him tightly.  “Thicket, you’re not going to believe who this is.  She’s the Keeper of the Keys for the Council of Elders.  Really.”  Then he turned to Alex.  “Keeper, this is my friend, Thicket.”
                Thicket’s eyes bulged.  “You’re the real Keeper?”  He looked at his friend and back again.  “What are you doing here?”
                Alex grinned.  “Riv said that you saw Lady Opaline’s carriage nearby.  Can you show it to me?”
                Thicket glanced at his friend.  “It’s just over the hill.  Why did Lady Opaline come all the way out here?”
                “Show me the carriage.”
                “This way.”  Thicket ran to the next hill.
                “Are you out here alone?”  Alex glanced around for his parents.
                “My parents went to the market to get some food.  I’m all right by myself.  I like it.”
Alex and Riv tied their horses to a small tree and climbed up the side of the hill.  Thicket hunkered down behind some rocks and pointed ahead. 
“Down there.”
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About the Book

Title: Gossamer: The Chronicles of Eledon Book 3
Author: Joni Parker
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Lady Alexin, Eledon’s Keeper of the Keys must continue to prove her powers when her grandmother, Lady Lestin and her friend, Lady Opaline of the Gossamer Elves are kidnapped by rebels and held for ransom. Alex attempts a daring rescue, only to discover that there is far more to this plot that she immediately suspected and the betrayal extends to the highest levels of the High Council of Elders. Threatened by rebel factions, suspected by Council members and under attack by deadly spiders, the young warrior has only her wits, her fighting skills and the powers of the Keys to help her. But will they be enough to save them all?

Author Bio

When I was younger, I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Part of my reason for dropping out of college was because I didn’t know what to major in. I was envious of my sister who knew from an early age, she was going to major in math. Good for her, but math was the last subject on my mind. I joined the Navy and found a track I liked. I became a photographer. I covered local news items, accidents, and even shot portraits. It was fun, but not a career path. When I got out of the Navy, I wanted to finish college but I was lost again. What to major in? I chose accounting because all businesses needed it and I went on to get my Bachelor’s and an MBA. After working in the field for a year, I went back in the Navy and asked for any assignment other than accounting.  It worked. After 22 years in the Navy, I retired. My husband and I moved into our motorhome and hit the road. Unfortunately, he passed away and I went back to work at a government job. Then I found writing. I hadn’t written a thing since I was 14 but I was smitten by the bug and have been writing ever since. “Gossamer” is the sixth book I’ve had published and is the third book in a four book series, “The Chronicles of Eledon.” Hope you enjoy it. I had fun writing it.




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​It was New Year’s eve, and I couldn’t believe another year had flown by.  I had barely gotten my degree a year ago, and now I had published a paper, made presentations, and was granted a patent.  And, we were on the verge of selling KS Biotech, and stood to make a lot of money.
 
Julie came over in the late afternoon, and Sam opened a bottle of French Champagne.  We toasted to each other’s success in the coming year, and marveled at what had transpired over the past twelve months.  Kathy had gotten married.  I’d become a pro-domme.  And Sam and I had traveled to Europe twice and Japan once.
 
We went to the French restaurant, which we hadn’t been to in a long time; actually, the only times this year may have been on my birthday, and when we celebrated the patent granting with Raj.  There was a special multi-course New Year’s menu, with wine-pairing.
 
George, the waiter, told us that they had only one seating, so we could stay as long as we wanted.  And that there would be fireworks in the nearby park.  I suspected that Sam, Julie and I would have some ‘fireworks’ of our own, tonight.
 
We really hadn’t seen much of Julie since Kathy’s wedding on Kauai.  It wasn’t for lack of friendship, or desire, but just a fact of our current existence, putting all of our time and energy into the company.
 
The dinner was incredible – both the dishes and wines very special, and George ‘sneaking’ a platter of all the desserts, as well as a nearly-full bottle of the dessert wine, onto the table for our enjoyment.  And weight gain.  Sam and I were only running sporadically now, but we would have to resolve to keep fit in the new year.
 
Sam drove us home in silence, all of us fading rapidly, due to the excessive food and drink.  We went downstairs, and Sam stepped behind the bar.  I was about to get upset with him – we certainly didn’t need any more alcohol – until he emerged with three bottles of water in his hands.
 
“Thank you, Sam,” Julie said gratefully.
 
Taking a swig of his water, Sam asked, jovially, “Anybody up for the sauna?”  Both Julie and I groaned.
Julie said, “How about if we just take a quick shower together, and then climb into bed?”
 
We undressed by the desk, and got into the shower together.  Sam bathed Julie, while she bathed me, while I bathed Sam.  I held his cock and teased him a little, but – as I had suspected – he wouldn't be ‘up’ for anything tonight.
 
But the shower had awakened me, at least enough to think about making it with Julie.  When we walked into the playroom, Sam groaned, “We missed midnight!”
 
I kissed Sam, and then Julie kissed Sam, and finally Julie and I had a prolonged deep kiss, our naked bodies pressed together.  When we came up for air, I turned to Sam, “I don’t think we missed anything, tonight.”
 
We crawled into the big bed in the playroom, and dimmed the lights.  I held Sam, and whispered, loud enough for Julie to hear, “You’re not going to get it up tonight, so Julie and I are going to make it … and we’ll let you watch.  And then, we’ll both take good care of you in the morning.”
 
I lifted my head so that I could see Julie, “If all of that is OK with Julie.”  She smiled and nodded.  I kissed Sam again, “Good night, Sam.  And happy New Year!”
 
Julie moved over and kissed Sam, “Good night, Sam.  And ditto for me.”  Then, Julie moved back to the other side of the bed, and I crawled over Sam and on top of Julie.  Sam knew his limits, and hadn’t complained.  He would get to watch us now, and ‘have’ us in the morning.
 
I kissed Julie savagely, and we held each other tight.  Then, I turned around, and we lay in a sideways ‘69’ position.
My arm hung over Julie’s waist, and I held her butt, as I used my nose to massage her hood, then let my tongue swirl around her clit.  Julie was doing the same to me, my body and mind responding nicely, as I remembered some of our prior experiences.
 
We climaxed nearly together, then I turned around and climbed on top of Julie again, kissing her languidly, and holding her hair.  As we came down, I realized that I’d completely forgotten that Sam had been watching us.
 
I lifted my head and looked over to him, ready to  thank him and tell him good night again … but he was gently snoring.  Kissing Julie, I whispered, “Thank you for being our friend, Julie.  Happy New Year.”
 
Julie hugged me tightly, and then I crawled back over Sam, and lay next to him.  My fiancé, the man I loved.  How different my life would have been had I not met him!  I couldn’t even imagine.
 
Of course, we would keep our promise:  As I drifted off, I already started thinking of how Julie and I could creatively take care of Sam’s needs, in the morning.
 

About the Book

Title: Domme Experience
Author: Simone Freier
Genre: Erotic Romance
Beyond    50    Shades    …    Way    Beyond!
DOMME    EXPERIENCE    is    an    intimate    exploration    of    kinks    and    fetishes    by    an    unlikely    couple,    with    thoughtful    and    philosophical    discussion    by    the    characters,    and    graphic    descriptions    of    their    erotic    adventures.
Kelly    takes    the    upper    hand    –    in    a    manner    of    speaking    –    exhibiting    her    dominant    side,    and    impressing    her    parents    and    Sam,    as    roles    are    reversed.
Her    formal    training    as    a    dominatrix    leads    to    new    and    unexpected    experiences    for    Sam.        Kelly    and    Sam    explore    new    cultures,    and    enjoy    further    adventures    with    friends,    as    their    world    travels    continue.        Kelly    demonstrates    her    technical    and    business    prowess,    and    the    company    that    she    and    Sam    founded    takes    off,    changing    their    lives    forever.        There    are    a    billion    reasons    why    they    should    be    happy.        But    they    are    unaware    that    a    storm    is    brewing    on    the    horizon.
The    Experiences    series    is    an    epic    love    story    of    erotic    relationships    and    sexual    desires.        Written    in    a    ‘literary    realism’    style,    the    series    introduces    Sam    in    the    prequel,    and    the    blossoming    of    his    intimate    relationship    with    Kelly    as    the    series    progresses.        Fantasies    and    real-world    adventures    coalesce    to    mold    a    unique    bond    between    unlikely    lovers.        Where    needs    are    mutually    satisfied    in    an    open,    creative    and    trusting    environment.        Where    physical    and    mental    boundaries    are    pushed.        Where    the    concepts    of    love    and    sex    are    never    confused,    but    sometimes    confusing.        Where    openness    is    required    and    intimacy    is    expected.        And    where    fair-is-fair,    regarding    the    punishment    of    transgressions.
Contemporary    erotic    romance:    Suitable    for    mature    readers,    aged    18+    years.    Experiences:    Book    8    is    187,000    words,    18    chapters,    621    print    pages
Acclaim    for    Simone    Freier    and    the    EXPERIENCES    series:
“Fun,    intense,    sexually    erotic”
“One    of    my    favorite    series    in    recent    memory”
“Simone    Freier    is    a    sexually    charged    and    inspired    writer”
“It    is    quite    a    tale    and    a    very    good    read    that    explores    an    intimate    topic”
“The    writing    is    well-done,    engaging,    and    erotic”
“The    characters    are    rich    &    believable,    while    the    eroticism    is    thick    &    lush”
“Freier    writes    some    incredibly    powerful    scenes”
“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”
“Freier    holds    poignant    insight    into    the    complexities    of    interpersonal    communications    and    behavior”
“The    desire    crawls    out    of    the    pages    and    into    my    mind”
“The    writing    style    is    relaxed,    even    playful,    and    always    fresh”
“Steams    up    the    pages    –    very    sensual    and    erotic”
“Simone    Freier    entertains    her    readers    with    a    story    of    love,    trust,    respect    and    exploration”
“Unexpectedly    thoughtful    and    intensely    passionate”
“Simone    Freier    has    an    intoxicating    way    with    words”
“Fifty    shades    greyer    in    this    deep    look    at    sexual    explorations”
“Freier’s    attention    to    detail    in    her    books    is    awe-inspiring!”
“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”
“Fine    writing    from    an    author    who    knows    her    genre”
“If    you    love    erotica,    then    you’ll    love    this    series”
“Definitely    a    five-star    series!”
WARNING!    This    work    contains    mature    content,    including    graphic    sexual    descriptions    and    scenes,    and    is    provided    for    adults    only.    The    Experiences    series    contains    scenes    of    psychological    and    physical    submission,    discipline,    and    medical    fetish.        The    characters    explore    various    fetishes,    which    evolve    throughout    the    series.        ALL    CHARACTERS    IN    THE    BOOK    ARE    21    YEARS    OLD    OR    OLDER,    and    all    activities    are    consensual.

About The Author

An adventuress and traveler, Simone is a sensual being who loves to read stories that excite her.  She takes exception to authors who promote their works as ‘dirty’, ‘filthy’, or ‘smutty’:  She believes that sex is wonderful in all of its incarnations, and doesn’t shy away from graphic descriptions of realistic sexual experiences, no matter how messy.  Her writing is mainly in the ‘literary realism’ style – i.e., it is wild (even outrageous) … but could really happen to you!  She values openness in relationships, and demonstrates this through her characters.
Prior to becoming an author, Simone was a nurse.  One of her pet peeves is reading erotica that gets simple anatomy wrong!  She is continually bewildered by women who haven’t explored their own bodies.  Another pet peeve is the mostly hung-up Victorian society prevalent in the U.S. and U.K., and she tries to do her part to change that by introducing people to new sexual and sensual experiences through her erotic writing.  The activities in Simone’s books are quite realistic, as she has participated in most of these in ‘real life’, as surreal as it may seem.
Simone is currently completing the Experiences series, which will run an estimated 1,000,000 words!  That is why she refers to it as an ‘epic’ romance, although each volume is intended to stand on its own, with a ‘happy for now’ ending.  Experiences combines literary style and philosophical discussion by the characters with graphic portrayal of sex in all of its kinks and fetishes.  You may not like all of the things Simone’s characters do … but neither do they.  Their exploration of new experiences will hopefully motivate some readers to explore their own sexuality to a greater extent.
Simone loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to contact her.   In fact, she hopes you will feel ‘free’ sexually and spiritually, as well.  Please follow her on social media and her blog.  On her website, you may interact directly with the main characters in her books, including asking them questions in order to understand their perspectives in more depth.


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Book Excerpt

​The creature looked at him and stepped forward, its body rippling as if made of water. Its tail shattered rocks into dust. Kefier fought hard to keep his eyes open; he could not figure out where the creature began or ended. It had no definite shape. One moment he thought it stood as tall as the mountains behind them; then it was suddenly Faci’s size, weak and hobbled and paler than the moon.
Kefier managed to draw the sword, the scabbard cluttering uselessly beside him. The creature bent around the point, closer to him, a foot away, half a foot away…
The shadows began to dance faster. Kefier felt his heart at his throat, smelled the thing’s breath and remembered rain falling on dry soil. He swung. The creature laughed and danced away.
“Futile!” it said. “What good are your weak attempts? For me, the Kag cleaved! Who are you against my power?” Kefier didn’t wait to see what it did next, and lunged. He might as well have been stabbing air—the creature was beside him at once, the breath on his ear, like rain…
Kefier felt himself thrown against the rock face, beside the rune, narrowly avoiding crushing his head. The creature pressed against him. His body felt rigid, bound, near bursting. He looked up and into the deep knot of shadows in its eyes.
He saw a face.

About the Books

Series Title: The Agartes Epilogues
Author: K.S. Villoso
Genre: Epic Fantasy

Jaeth’s Eye

It has been years since his brother’s accident. Kefier was only just beginning to live a normal life–at least, as normal as it could get for a mercenary from a run-down town. And then an errand goes wrong and he finds himself holding his friend’s bloody corpse. Already once branded a murderer, he is pursued by men he once considered friends and stumbles into the midst of a war between two mages. One bears a name long forgotten in legend; the other is young, arrogant Ylir, who takes special interest in making sure Kefier is not killed by his associates. The apex of their rivalry: a terrible creature with one eye, cast from the womb of a witch, with powers so immense whoever possesses it holds the power to bring the continent to its knees.
Now begins a tale with roots reaching beyond the end of another. Here, a father swears vengeance for his slain children; there, a peasant girl struggles to feed her family. A wayward prince finds his way home and a continent is about to be torn asunder. And Kefier is only beginning to understand how it all began the moment he stood on that cliff and watched his brother fall…

Aina’s Breath

Enosh, apprentice to one of the richest merchants in the Kag, is secretly heir to a broken line of mages. Because of The Empire of Dageis’ quest for sources of the agan–the life-source that mages use for power–his people have been reduced to scavengers, his culture diminished to a speck in the wind. For more than ten years, he has helped raise a conjured beast to use as a weapon against the Dageians. But Enosh’s plans are falling apart. A powerful enemy has escaped and Enosh needs to capture him before he reaches Dageis. His quest is further complicated after he finds himself used as a pawn by Gasparian nobles.
On the other end of the continent, Sume, daughter to a Jin-Sayeng hero, must return to her roots to save her country and bring honour to her father’s name. To do this, she must befriend a prince and understand the terrible, corrupting nature of power and the reason her father was driven to walk away from it all those years ago…
Meanwhile, Kefier, Enosh’s agan-blind brother, is forced back into a life of violence. As he struggles with the notion that hands, once bloodied, never stay clean for long, he finds himself occupied with an unexpected burden: his own brother’s daughter.

Sapphire’s Flight

The battle at Shi-uin has left scars. The rise of Gorrhen yn Garr to power seems unstoppable. As nations fall, the lines between love and duty become blurred and Kefier, Sume, and Enosh must learn to live with the choices they have made.


Author Bio

K.S. Villoso was born in a dank hospital on an afternoon in Albay, Philippines, and things have generally been okay since then. After spending most of her childhood in a slum area in Taguig (where she dodged death-defying traffic, ate questionable food, and fell into open-pit sewers more often than one ought to), she and her family immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, where they spent the better part of two decades trying to chase the North American Dream. She is now living amidst the forest and mountains with her family, children, and dogs in Anmore, BC.


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Jaeth’s Eye
Aina’s Breath
Sapphire’s Flight

Excerpt: Spiral Eternity
 
I build the blocks up like a mountain.
Now i stand it to watch you 
from a distance.
Rising to the top
Marks the birth of a star.
I barely touched the top before falling so hard,
Before i stumble,
Feeling so weak at the knees.
 
Fainting in a spell,
Oh, Sandy, pour water on me
Build up a mountain out of blocks.
Starting from all the alphabets
A through Z.
God can you see blocks up so high,
Reaching all the way up to heaven.
 
I stand upon the blocks,
Rising to the top after recovering from a relapse.
Can you see walking toward 
A spiral eternity?
Here are the gods of past history myth.
 
 
Counting on fingers awaits a fantasy
Which i stand upon mountains set way back.
I will walk to you, my God
Elevated by powers to walk on the line
Rising to the top.
I fell to the botttom 
When scars covered up my body,
But i get up and continue to walk on forward
Through the mountains of blocks.
 

About the Book

Title: Thy Paintbrush to Abstracting Images
Author: Shavonda Robinson
Genre: Poetry
A collection of poems that will take readers on a constant journey by creating a world between an abundant imagination and reality based situations.
This poet has a way of waving her magic wand and putting up a persuasive point of view.
This poet also has super pen powers on the page with a creativity level that cannot be tamed and she will dazzle you with her captivating gift when it comes to connecting with others by using images and musicality to tell different poetic stories throughout the entire book.

Author Bio

Shavonda Robinson is an accomplished writer whose credits include being published in a few anthologies and magazines. She also is the founder of Create something for the future an online poetry magazine for upcoming poets and writers. She has won a few awards in poetry and songwriting.
She is inspired by the power of words when it comes to transforming ourselves and our thoughts by the written word.
She lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her two beautiful children.




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