Trevor Madero – Character Interview

Today we have Trevor Madero from Amber Daulton’s Trevor’s Redemption. Let’s find out more about him and his story!

What’s your name, and who are you in your world?

’Sup, Eileen? I’m Trevor Madero, and I’m a nobody, which is how I like it.

Give us a visual. What do you look like?

Let’s see…I have brown eyes and naturally tanned skin. My dark, curly hair reaches my chin and swings when I move. Ladies love my hair, and I love it when they grip it. Now that I’m with Shea, she’s the only woman I let play with it. All in all, I’m pretty hot.

What’s your goal in this story?
To survive. I’m involved in some bad stuff, and everyday is one day closer to the end. Whether that’s the end of my life or the end of my sanity, I’m not sure.

What conflicts are you facing?

My girlfriend, Shea, is digging into my personal life. It’s not like I want to keep secrets from her, but I have to keep her safe. She could—no, would—be in danger if she knew the truth. It’s a risk I can’t take.

My ex-fling, Alyson, won’t take no for an answer, and she’s doing her best to drive a wedge between me and Shea. Yeah, not gonna happen.

There are all the guys I deal with for my after hours job. Any one of them could shoot me dead, but I’m not the type to break easily. After all the shit I’ve been through, I’m more than prepared to fight back.

How would you describe your life?

Hectic. Juggling my double life is turning into a full-time job.

How would you describe yourself in a personal ad?

Devilishly charming, handsome, and always ready for a good time. Exercise caution, though, I might be hazardous to your health.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

By day, I work for a construction company that builds everything from houses to skyscrapers.

At night, I’m an enforcer for Capularia. Have you heard of Onyx? It’s one of the largest drug manufacturers and distributors in the American Southwest, and the higher ups peddle their contraband through smaller sets, like Capularia. On my nights off, I book gigs at bars and clubs to sing and play guitar.

What skill do you have that you’re proud of? Why?

Music. I love playing my bass and acoustic guitar. An old friend taught me how to play when I was a kid, and it’s my way to escape the pressures and pain of life.

What did you think the first time you saw Shea?

She was beautiful, but lots of women are. It was her shyness and good heart that drew me in. Most of the women I know only want what I present to them, but I’m more than man-meat or sex-on-two-legs, as I’ve heard them call me. My attitude is a facade. But Shea, she saw past the bull to the real man underneath. I’ve never known anyone like her.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

At the end of my story, Shea and I meet a DEA agent. Hannah Adler isn’t your typical hard-ass fed, though. She does me and Shea a solid, and believe me, I couldn’t have been more surprised. Hannah is dealing with some personal trauma—don’t ask me what—but I have it on good authority that my author, Amber, is pairing Hannah with long-time reader favorite, Alan Harding. Their book, Arresting Alan, is available for preorder and will be released in April 2024. Reserve your copy while you can. It’s only 99 cents for an ebook.

About Amber Daulton

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.


His taste buds tingled, her shower-fresh sweetness an aphrodisiac. He kissed her foot, swirled his tongue across the sole, and popped one of her toes into his mouth.

She bucked again within the restraint of his arms. “Oh my God.”

He chuckled and released the toe with a popping sound. After he licked and treasured her other foot, he climbed onto the sofa and knelt between her spread legs. Her glistening center opened for him. Later. There was no need to rush. He feathered kisses up her right calf, on the underside of her knee, and licked a wet trail across her inner thigh.

“God, Trevor. What are you doing?” She fisted the cushion and wiggled.

“I’m tormenting you. What does it feel like?”

“Torment, definitely.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

He smirked. Damned if he didn’t love her bossy side. He swooped his tongue around her belly button, dipped in, and clasped her waist as she lurched up.

“Damn it, yes.” She twined her fingers into his hair and tugged.

His scalp smarted. He kissed her quivering stomach and clasped her naughty little nipple between his teeth. The pebble swelled as he suckled and lightly squeezed her velvet-smooth breasts.

She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer to her chest.

Ah! Her nails bit through his shirt. He released the nub with a swipe of his tongue, and the bite of her nails eased. He suckled her other nipple more gently.

She gasped, arching her back, pushing her mounds against his face.

Paradise. He drew back for air and claimed her warm mouth. Fiery need sizzled through his veins and pulsed through every organ. He licked from the tip of her button nose to her forehead and kissed each eyebrow.

“More, please.”

Her breathy plea coiled around his heart. “Come for me.” He thumbed her clit and slipped his finger in between her hot, slick folds.

“Yes, Trevor. There.” She thrust against his hand as soft little mewls left her mouth. She dug her nails against his biceps. “Faster.”

How could he deny her? He pinched and rubbed her puffy clit harder and grinned as she cried out. “That’s it, honey.” He plunged two digits into heaven. Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a pouty O. Strength and satin clamped his fingers. He suckled her neck, pushing his fingers in and out, stretching her channel. His throbbing cock ached for her.

 “Oh God, Trevor. I need more.”

He edged back and bent his head between her thighs. He licked her cream and groaned. Fucking hell. Honey, sugar, and spice. Had anything ever tasted so good? As she cried out again, he scissor-kicked his fingers inside her and flicked his tongue across her clitoris.

Her feet shuffled on the cushions, seeking traction. She gasped and gripped his head, forcing his face harder against her.


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The danger and lies are more than she can handle.

Shea O’Bannon feels like a fifth wheel around her romantically paired-off friends, but there’s too much slime in the dating pool for her to bother with it. Then she sees her two-timing ex, Trevor Madero, serenading the mostly female crowd at a live-music bar. God knows trouble follows him around, but her desire for him rushes back in anyway. After he rescues her from a handsy drunk, temptation takes over.

Determined to prove he never stepped out on Shea, Trevor slides back into her life—and her heart—with forever in mind. Even with the wall he keeps up to protect her, his secret criminal life weighs heavy on his soul and drives a wedge between them.

When the truth comes out and his enemies target them both, they’ll have to fight for their love, or kiss it goodbye.

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Benjamin Starwell – Character Interview

Today we have Benjamin Starwell from Amber Daulton’s Arresting Benjamin. Let’s find out more about him and his story!

For the record, what’s your name and where are you from?

Hey, Eileen. Thanks for inviting me to chat today.

I’m Benjamin Starwell, but since my dad is also a Benjamin, rather a Ben, everyone calls me Benji. Some people snicker about the shortened form of my name because of that movie with the scruffy dog, but I don’t care what people think about me. I grew up and still live in Denver, Colorado, and the last thing I want to do is leave. I might have to, though. It all depends on how things work out with Belle.

When you look in a mirror, what do you see? Physically and personality-wise?

I see a dedicated, hardworking, and stubborn man with blue eyes, a perpetual five o’clock shadow, and shaggy, auburn hair that curls around my ears. I’m pretty broad in the shoulders and chest, and I top out at about six-feet-two. I’m loyal to those I love. When I set my mind to something, I do it. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.

What’s your goal in this story?
To make amends with Belle. A few months back, we had a one-night stand, and I skipped out on her. I regret that more than anything else I’ve done in my life.

What conflicts are you facing?

Whew! Where do I start?

Belle has a stalker who’s leaving her threatening messages and trying to derail her music career. The threats keep escalating, and the police aren’t worth their badges.

Then there’s Meghan, my estranged sister. She’s back in town with a ton of baggage, but she’s acting like her shit don’t stink. Though I’m relieved she’s left her drug lord boyfriend, she’s dumped all her problems on my lap and expects me to fix everything.

I swear, if it wasn’t for the women in my life, I’d be bored.

What did you think the first time you saw Belle?

Hot. Mouth-watering, screw-me-sideways hot. I don’t mean to get too graphic, but it was like all the blood in my body pooled between my legs and zapped my commonsense. Not that I melted into a puddle at Belle’s feet. I have more self-control than that. But honestly, I was a goner. That’s why I disappeared on her the next morning.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

My dad opened Ben’s Auto Repair years ago when I was little, and when he passed on, I inherited the business. Everything I know I learned from him. I love my job. Though I’d rather get my hands dirty and work on an engine, I’m usually stuck in the office filing paperwork, calling suppliers, or taking inventory of my stock more often than not these days. That’s the curse of being the boss.

What skill do you have that you’re proud of?

Other than being an awesome mechanic (no arrogance there, I really am good), I’m fairly skilled at playing the keyboard. I’ve always enjoyed music, whether I’m playing or listening to it, but I had to choose which of my two great loves to pursue when I was a teenager—the garage or music. I picked the former. I just didn’t have time for both.

Do you own your own home or rent?

I live in a two-story duplex and share a central wall with Lando, my landlord. Crazy name, right? It’s like the man was born to be a landlord, but I don’t have room to talk with a name like Benji. Anyway, he’s the best. Lando hasn’t upped my rent in years, and now that he’s getting older, he deducts my payment when I mow the grass and do general upkeep on the house.

What event in your past has left the most profound impression on you?

Meeting Alan. Meghan was in the process of getting her life back together, so she brought home her new boyfriend for a family meet and greet. Al blew me away. I was expecting a womanizing drunk since Meghan always went for pricks like that, but Alan was anything but. He was polite, sober, and genuinely liked her. At the time, he was estranged from his own brother, and since Meghan and I weren’t close, we found common ground and bonded. Even after Meghan went off the rails and broke up with him, Al and I stayed friends. He’s like the brother I never had.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

You’ll meet three characters in my book that will have a story of their own.

Belle’s friends, Shea and Trevor, will have a second chance romance in Trevor’s Redemption, which is now available for preorder at the low cost of 99 cents.

Arresting Alan, starring you-know-who, will be released in April 2024. Alan’s no longer hung up on my sister, and I want him to find happiness and love with someone else. He’s been through a lot and deserves only the best.

About Amber Daulton

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.


Benji wrapped his arms around her from behind. “We’ve already christened your bedroom. What’s next—the kitchen counter, wall, or futon? I prefer the balcony, but it’s too damn cold.”

“The counter.” She giggled. Did that girly sound come from her mouth?

He shifted her in his embrace and cupped her cheek. The shadows dancing across his face deepened his blue eyes like ocean waves in a midnight storm. He gripped her waist and lifted her into his arms.

Belle clamped her legs around him and clutched his strong shoulders. Their mouths meshed and tongues twisted together. The oh-so-yummy shaft in his jeans pressed against her belly.

He carried her to the kitchen and bumped into a chair. “Ouch, damn it.” The wood screeched on the floor as he hobbled, nearly dropping her.

She laughed, holding him tighter. As he sat her by the sink, she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth. A husky groan escaped his mouth. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” She plucked his dress shirt from his jeans and yanked off her blouse.

Benji jerked the shirt over his head. His undershirt followed. He skimmed his index finger beneath her bra strap, lighting a trail of heat along her shoulder.

“Yes. There.” She gripped his hard arms as he teased her throbbing pulse with his tongue. Then he laved his naughty touch across the swell of her breasts. His breath fanned her like a sauna. “No. Wait.” She grappled for him as he twisted from her hold.

“Naked. Now.” He pushed up her skirt and pulled down her thick insulated stockings. “Shit.” The fabric bunched around her boots, so he unzipped the leather and tossed them over his shoulder. The boots thumped across the room. Then he pulled off her hose and panties.

Belle unbuttoned his jeans and pushed down the denim.

His hard cock sprang from a bush of dark curls with a pearl drop moistening the tip. He gripped her hips and speared her in one long thrust.

“Oh, God!” She arched her back and banged her head on a cabinet door.


A one-night stand, a surprise baby, and a mysterious stalker.

Mechanic Benjamin Starwell can’t stop thinking about Belle Hamlin, the ballsy musician he slept with and skipped out on months earlier. He never meant to get her pregnant, but he’ll do whatever it takes to win back her trust and be a part of his child’s life. His desire for Belle drives him to be a better man, but he’s worn thin with a garage to run and his estranged sister dumping her troubles on him.

Belle’s juggling impending motherhood, her indie rock career, and a stalker who’s determined to see her fail. Even though she’s desperate to get her priorities straight, she pushes aside her past hurt and welcomes Benji back into her bed. She never expects him to slip into her heart.

When the danger escalates, they face the greatest challenge of all—protecting their unborn child.

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Ryan Naylor – Character Interview

Today we have Ryan Naylor from Amber Daulton’s Ryan’s Temptation. Let’s find out more about him and his story!

Who are you, and what do you look like?

Hi, Eileen. Thanks for inviting me over. The cookies are delicious, by the way.

My name is Ryan Naylor, and I’m a doctor at the Holmfast Medical Clinic in Denver, Colorado. I’m six feet tall with broad shoulders and a lean build. My blond hair is short but long enough that a few locks often fall into my eyes, which are dark-brown. The cleft in my chin drives Chanel crazy. She loves dipping her finger in it.

What’s your goal in this story?

To survive. You always think something bad will happen to someone else—never to you—but I learned the hard way. Believe me, having a serial killer for a stalker is no picnic.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?

Free time? I don’t know. I’m used to always being on call, on the go. I’m a bit of a workaholic, actually. But if I really didn’t have anything to do or worry about, I’d take a trip to the mountains and go hiking, or maybe biking. Perhaps whitewater rafting. With Chanel, of course.

Do you own your own home or rent?

Rent. My apartment is actually right above Chanel’s apartment, just two stories up.

Do you get by, live comfortably, or live extravagantly?

I live comfortably. Lots of people think doctors are wealthy since the cost of health care is astronomical in this country, and I know some doctors, especially surgeons, are well off. Not me, though. I’m just your standard men’s health doctor. I have lots of bills, including college debt, and I don’t own or want to own a sports car. The cost of living is absurd, and I took a pay cut when I left the hospital to work at a private health clinic.

What makes you laugh out loud?

Chanel. She’s the funniest person I know, and her humor leans toward sarcastic. She can just give me a look, and I know what she’s thinking or if she’s about to tease me. Our connection is deep and powerful.

Do you have a pet? What kind? If you don’t, what kind would you like to have?

I haven’t had a pet since I was a kid, but I surprised Chanel with a mixed-breed puppy last Christmas. She named the dog Angel.

If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?

I’d choose my dad. He died from diabetes-related complications when I was ten. Before he passed on, I was a normal, carefree kid and only cared about video games and ice cream. Afterward, I spent more time playing outside to keep active and studied more to do better in school. Losing him changed the course of my life. I wanted to become a doctor so I could help people.

What do you consider to be the most overrated virtue and why?

Pride. Back in school, I married my college sweetheart, Kate. I loved her, but our jobs and responsibilities drew us apart. I should’ve listened when she told me she was unhappy, but I let my pride get in the way. Even though I’m happy with Chanel and love her more than life itself, I wish I would’ve been a better husband to Kate. Though, if I had been, we might still be married. I can’t see anyone but Chanel in my life, so I wouldn’t change what happened with Kate if I could.

Tell us three things about yourself that the readers do not know about.

Hmm, let’s see…I love margaritas, I once faced down a gunman in the ER, and I can’t sing worth a damn. Really, a dying toad has a better voice than me. It’s pathetic.

Is there anything else you’d like to add?

Yes. Even though my book has its dark moments, it’s ultimately a story about love, strength, and the fragility of the human spirit. Life is all about taking chances. If something goes wrong, do your best to keep your head up and move on, or try again.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

Two of Chanel’s friends show up in my story. Belle is the mouthy musician who helped Chanel and me out of a jam, and Shea is the reserved computer graphics designer at the TV station where Chanel went off the deep end. Amber, my author, has already written their books. Belle meets her match in Arresting Benjamin, and Shea’s love life spirals out of control in Trevor’s Redemption.

About Amber Daulton

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.


Ryan came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on top of her head. “Dipper will be after us again if we return.”

“I’m enjoying our time here, but if we hide for the rest of our lives, then he’s won.” Please, God. Let Ryan understand. She leaned against her lover’s chest and teased the hair on his forearms. His warmth seeped into her. “Mackeroy and Detective Boyle promised to catch Dipper within a week, but they didn’t. Even after he shot up the motel and killed two people, they still can’t find him. Now, another woman has died. Who’s next?”

“I’m as disgusted as you are, but running back into danger won’t help us—or anyone. We’re only witnesses, not trained professionals who know how to locate and apprehend psychotics. Let’s give Boyle and the boys in blue a few more weeks.”

She sighed, stilling her fingers. He didn’t get it.

The married couple in the Lazy Pines Motel room next to theirs had died from stray bullets. Another motel patron had suffered a heart attack from the barrage of ammo ripping into the building, but at least he survived.

Bile burned up her throat. Those people would still be alive and whole if she and Ryan had never been there. How many more had to die before the police caught Dipper? Would the bastard ever stop searching for her? She couldn’t be indirectly responsible for another death—her soul couldn’t take it. She turned in Ryan’s hold and dipped her finger in his cleft chin.

He wasn’t a coward. No way.

He’d stood on the frontlines so many times—from facing down a gunman in the emergency room to fighting diseases and keeping a smile on a dying patient’s face. Some of the stories he’d told her damn near broke her heart.

Only one option remained. Her heart clenched from the sorrow sweeping through her. If Ryan knew the thoughts swirling in her head, he would probably tie her to the bed. She might like that under normal circumstances.

“Okay. I’ll stay.” The lie fell off her tongue like poison. She brushed her palm across the whiskers dotting his cheek. Oh, Lord. She would miss him. They lived in the same apartment building, so of course, they would see each other again after all this—if she hadn’t already made a date with a casket. The muscles in her shoulders cramped tighter. She would live. She had to.

“Let’s go to bed. I want you naked and safe in my arms.” He teased his lips over her hairline and down to her temple. “I’m going to lick the little button between your legs until you spiral into a thousand pieces.”

She shivered. He could do it too. Why couldn’t she keep her lover and do the right thing? Too bad life wasn’t fair. Mackeroy needed bait to draw Dipper out of hiding, so why not dangle what the lunatic wanted right in his face? Hell, yes. Two could play this game.

To save lives, Chanel would volunteer as bait.


Wrong place, wrong time. Now she’s running for her life.

Beautician Chanel Leroc can wield a pair of scissors like nobody’s business. After she witnesses a murder and lands on a serial killer’s hit list, she has to figure out how to protect herself—and fast. The killer tracks her down, but her sexy new neighbor, Dr. Ryan Naylor, drives the brute off.

The police dump the pair in a witness protection program, which doesn’t last long. Either the killer has a connection to the police, or he’s far more intelligent than they realize. All Chanel wants to do is get back to her safe life and get to know her neighbor better. Instead, she and Ryan hit the road and try to survive on their own.

How will they stay alive and keep their blooming romance intact with the killer hot on their trail?

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Jeremiah Borden – Character Interview

Today we have Jeremiah Borden from Amber Daulton’s Arresting Jeremiah. Let’s find out more about him and his story!

First, what is your name and how old are you?

Good morning, Eileen. It’s great to be here.

My name is Jeremiah Borden, but everyone calls me Jim. I know, it’s weird. Jim is usually short for James, and Jerry is short for Jeremiah, but I can’t stand the name Jerry. Just—ugh. Anyway, I’m thirty years old.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

I’m a parole officer in Denver, Colorado, and I travel all throughout the tri-county area to visit my paroles. I have the highest rehabilitation rate for the officers in my district, but I’m no longer content with my job. Someone I work with betrayed me to the most powerful crime lord in the city. How can I keep working there when I don’t know who to trust?

What made you get into the situation you’re in now? Why?

Someone in my parole office stole some private files from me and gave them to a few gangbangers, who then went after my sister, her boyfriend, and me. A lot of crap went down and that should’ve been the end of it, but nope, I can’t let bygones be bygones. I need to know who betrayed me. It’s driving me nuts, so I did something very stupid and highly illegal. That mistake landed me and my new girlfriend, Calista, in hot water. Boiling hot, I tell you. Things will get better, though. I have to believe it.

What other conflicts are you facing?

One of my parolees has rejoined his old gang and is now slinging drugs again. He’s gone missing while I’m on suspension from the office, so I can’t help the police to track him down. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from targeting me, Calista, and her daughter.

On top of that, Cali’s violent ex-boyfriend is back and someone else is stalking her.

How many siblings do you have? Are you close or estranged?

Mia is the only one. We’re kinda close but not as tight as I wish. My job as a parole officer is sometimes dangerous, so I’ve erected a wall between us. I can’t let it bother me. I’ll do whatever I can to keep Mia—and my new ladylove, Calista—out of the crossfire. And yeah, I’ve gotten in more than my fair share of fights with some out-of-control parolees over the years. I know I can be a hardass, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to shoot at me.

If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?

My dad. Two years ago, a drunk driver hit my mom’s minivan, and my parents died on impact. Mia and I were riding in the back. We both suffered concussions, and I broke my arm, but at least we survived. Losing my parents was tough, and I’m grateful I can’t remember the crash. My mind has blocked the memories.

Anyway, I’ve always looked up to my dad. He was a police sergeant and wanted me to follow in his footsteps. I wanted to make him proud, so I became a parole officer with plans to later join the Denver PD. After losing my folks and breaking my arm a second time, I finally decided law enforcement wasn’t right for me. I’d like to explain that to Dad since I never had the chance to tell him when he was alive. I think he would be proud of the man I am now, but he’d probably shake his head in how I got to be that man. I guess I’ll never know.

Do you have a pet? What kind? If you don’t what would you have if you could?

I have a cat, Niko. He’s an orange tabby and spoiled rotten. He thinks he owns the house and I live there to serve him. Well, the second part is true. I love that damn cat, and he takes full advantage of me because he knows he can.

If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?

I’d spend the day in bed with Calista. If lounging all day—rather, working up a sweat—isn’t an option, I’d be just as happy going to the movies or doing something fun with Calista and her daughter, Lacey. Lace is a smart kid, and I wish I could call her my own, but I’m determined to be the best father figure she would ever need.

Why do you think your author chose to write about you?

After Amber wrote Mia and Mason’s book, she saw how angry and frustrated I was. She wanted to give me a happy ending. Unfortunately, she has a thing for damaged, tortured heroes, so she put me through hell before slapping a big red, shiny bow on my life. I really should have a talk with her about that. What kind of crazy woman forces a man to fight when he’s already covered in bruises and has a broken arm? *he tsks* Just not right.

About Amber Daulton

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.


“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?” Calista abruptly stood and gathered the plates. As she leaned over the table, her V-neck blouse and gemstone necklace dipped low. Her cleavage swelled beyond the cups of her bra.

Yum. What a woman.

She cleared her throat with a soft rumble.

He jerked his gaze up to see her smirk.

“Done staring?”

“Hell, no. I could admire your form for hours.”

She grinned. “I’ll call Lacey and tell her goodnight. Then I’ll get dessert.”

“Need help?” He stood, reaching for his glass, but she grabbed it first.

“No, thanks. I—um—I need a few minutes alone.” She dropped her gaze and hurried into the kitchen. Her ankle-length skirt hugged her hips.

Look at that ass. Round, juicy, bitable.He shook his head. Cool it. She needed a breather. He’d pried a bit too much into her personal life, but she did the same with him.

He bypassed the adjacent living room and headed down the hall. Which door? He opened the last one on the right and flipped the light switch.

Damn. She was summer heat and sexy innocence. The white wicker bedroom set and sunflower-design bedspread couldn’t belong to anyone but Calista. His Calista.

A lone window overlooked the road at the rear of the building complex, and the plastic blinds clanked as he closed them. The perfume bottle on the vanity caught his eye. He sprayed the liquid contents into the air. Goddamn. That was her scent. His heart thumped faster. The floral aroma tightened his gut.

After stripping off his dinner jacket, he freed the buttons on his dress shirt and let the fabric gape. Then he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the wall to remove his socks. His arm knocked against his holstered handgun, so he withdrew the .22 from his belt.

Heat bloomed in his face. He should’ve asked Calista’s permission before he brought the firearm into her home. If she found it, she’d probably lecture him. He wrapped it in his jacket and placed it on the floor, out of the way.

“Except for the sling, I look pretty good.” He nodded at his reflection in the vanity mirror and yanked off the blasted sling. His shirtsleeve stretched tight over the hard, bulky cast.

He’d visited Rieger’s doctor the week prior for a checkup. Soon. The doc would cut off the fiberglass soon.

Candles topped the dresser and vanity, so he grabbed the lighter from the nightstand and lit the wicks. Then he turned off the overhead light. The soft fiery glow soothed his eyes. He jumped on the bed and angled himself on one arm and a mountain of pillows.

Footsteps echoed down the hall.

He puffed out his chest. If he misread her signals, then he’d crossed the line. He hoped to hell he hadn’t.


When love and duty clash, his every action might be his last.

Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

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Mason Harding – Character Interview

Today we have Mason Harding from Amber Daulton’s Arresting Mason. Let’s find out more about him and his story!

For the record, what’s your name, and where are you from?

Hey, Eileen. Thanks for the interview. I haven’t done one in a while.

I’m Mason Harding from Aurora, Colorado, but I moved to Denver to live with my brother. That’s where my story takes place.

Mason means “stone worker,” and Harding means “hardness.” It’s kinda funny. From the cradle, I had no chance to grow into a big softy of a man. Thanks, Mom and Dad. But, whatever. It worked in my favor since I’m as hard as they come.

Tell us a bit about Arresting Mason.

After ten years in prison, I’m now on parole and determined to live straight. Then I meet Mia Eddison. She’s the hottest woman I’ve ever seen and way out of my league, but I can’t stop thinking about her. We have an instant connection and things are going great, but then her brother—my parole officer—finds out about us. Things spiral out of control from there.

What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?

I’m a mechanic, and yeah, I’m pretty damn good at the job. I like it too. My dad taught me everything I know about cars, and even though we don’t talk anymore, I’m still grateful to him for showing me the ropes. In all honesty, I didn’t plan to be a grease monkey growing up—in fact, I never really thought about the future when I was a stupid teen—but then I landed in prison and everything changed. A few years before my parole, I participated in an automotive work/study program to brush up on my rusty skills.

What is your family like?

Alan is supportive but overprotective. After all the crap I’ve put him through, though, I understand why he watches over me like I’m still a kid. His son, Danny, is adorable. I love my nephew to death, and I’m determined to not set a bad example for him. My parents and I are estranged. Alan is pressuring me to make amends with Mom, but I don’t think it’ll happen any time soon.

What’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to you?

Most people in my situation would probably say going to prison, but not me. The most terrible thing I ever did was when I robbed a liquor store with some friends. I knew it was wrong, but did it anyway. That mistake affected the outcome of my life, and there’s a part of me that wishes I could take it back. Then again, I don’t think I would change anything I’ve ever done or had done happen to me because I’m happy right now. I have Mia and a great job, and I probably wouldn’t have either without doing the mistakes I’ve made.

Who was your first love?

I’ve had a lot of girlfriends before I met Mia, but never loved them. I cared about them, sure, but after being cheated on a few times, I’d learned to step out first before the girl I cared about stabbed me in the back. I regret doing so, and I’ve vowed to never hurt Mia like that. She’s my first love, and I know better than to throw away her trust.

How would Mia describe you?

That’s a loaded question. Mia would probably say I’m more stubborn than she is and that I have a temper problem. That’s true. I’m a hothead, and I let my emotions control me too often. She would also say I’m gorgeous and the best lover she’s ever had (at least I hope she would).

Why do you think your author chose to write about you?

Because I’m sexy. No, not buyin’ that? All right, well, let’s see. My author, Amber, chose to write about me because she believes everyone deserves a second chance at life and to right their wrongs. Color me surprised, though. I didn’t think anyone would care about my story. I went to prison for ten years for a stupid, drunken mistake, but now I’m free and determined to stay out of trouble. It’s difficult, yeah, but I’m a stubborn man. I also have a good woman in my life. Mia is everything to me, so I’ll do what I must to stay away from my past. Amber wanted to show my redemption, and I can’t thank her enough for it.

What do you wish your author had not told others about you?

That’s a loaded question. I like Amber a lot, but she deserves a spanking for revealing all my secrets. The main thing I wish she would’ve kept quiet is the incident in the shower room. I was still in prison at the time, and a few pricks attacked me. Though I managed to fight them off before they got what they wanted from me, it was the most humiliating experience of my life, and not something I wanted blasted all over the Internet. But since you can read about it in my book, I guess I’m all right with telling ya about it here.

What other character from your book do you think your author should write a book about? Care to tell us why?

Jim Borden, Mia’s arrogant brother and my parole officer, needs a lady love to knock him down a few pegs. Alan deserves a story too. He’s raising his son alone after his ex-wife skipped town, and I would do anything to see Alan happy with a good woman at his side.

About Amber Daulton

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.


“Which one is your car?” She glanced around the crowded parking lot. A few streetlights pushed back the darkness and shadows. The restaurant served customers until midnight on the weekends, but no one loitered in the lot, at least from what Mia could see.

“Don’t have one at the moment.” Mason hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “I took the bus. It stopped a few blocks from here.”

“Would you like a ride?” She pulled the car keys from her purse. “I feel a little ridiculous we met here tonight. I just wasn’t sure if you were some kind of freak.”

His eyebrow lifted, and he closed the distance between them as a tiger would zero in on its mate. A sexy, masculine smile curled his lips. “Have you made up your mind yet?”

“I’ll let you know in the morning.” Desire trickled down her spine. Mia nodded toward the passenger side of the car for him to hop in.

He confiscated her keys instead to unlock and open the driver’s side door for her like a gentleman. Then he leaned closer and nuzzled her temple with his nose.

Not sure if he planned to seduce her in the parking lot or if he merely wanted to tease her, Mia pressed her hand to his chest and tried to think straight. “You’re the first guy I’ve gone on a date with since my divorce. I haven’t slept with anyone since Evan.”

He tunneled his fingers through her wavy, chestnut-brown hair. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time either. We’ll take it slow or fast, whatever you want, but I promise you one thing. After I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that bastard’s name.”

Oh, God. She almost melted right then and there. “Fast. I want you, Mason.”

“Take me to your place and you can have me.”


Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.

When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

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Welcome Estelle!

Tell us about Elizabeth!

I wrote the novella Elizabeth, published by Magnolia Blossom, because it is about a city journalist who must adjust to a small town in rural Australia. She deals with lifestyle differences and learns to adapt, make friends, and find true love where she least expected it.

Set in the fictional town of Bandara in western Queensland in 1996-1997, the story focuses on a love triangle between Elizabeth, city lawyer Paul Ricci, and handsome farmer Keith Starling. Elizabeth must choose between Paul and Keith, but she doesn’t see things clearly until a few hidden truths start to pop out in the novella.

The story is fun and flirty – it’s the prequel to the Starling Sisters series, a trilogy coming soon.

Much of the novella’s setting is based on a country town I lived in when I was a reporter for a rural newspaper. A few elements in the story are based on real memories , including stumbling around in the cattle saleyards, interviewing the football team (and not reading their names aloud after), and living in an apartment where there were King Brown snakes in the backyard and poorly designed doors.

Writing Elizabeth brought light into my world, reminding me of the beauty of rural Australia. I hope that romance readers wanting to know a bit about the outback will enjoy the story.

Here’s a peek at the story:

I tried getting up from the ground, but my sneakers’ rubber soles glided into the mud again, and my body caved into gravity for the second time. I got on all fours to balance myself as the cattle grunted and shook their heads while their tails swung the pesky flies away. My notepad was soiled, and only God knew where my pen went—it disappeared somewhere in the smelly mud. The camera was protected inside its hard case, but I would have to check it later.

“What are ya’ bloody doing in here?” a deep, masculine voice boomed as a strong hand grabbed my arm, pulling me off the ground.

“I plan to get a close-up photo of the cattle for a story I’m writing,” I explained, squinting at the man’s sky-blue eyes. “I’m Elizabeth Martin from the Maranoa Herald.”

“Keith Starling.” The man shook my hand while his eyes sparkled with friendliness, betraying his otherwise stern face.

Dressed in jeans and worn leather boots, Keith reminded me of “The Man from Snowy River,” a poem by Australian bush poet Banjo Paterson. He adjusted the collar of his blue cotton shirt and tilted his felt Akubra® hat, which pressed down his blond curls.

“Well, you don’t belong here,” he growled. “Next time, you better bloody ask one of the staff instead of sneaking around—”

“I don’t belong here?” I started to feel rage crawl up from my gut, ready to explode. “How am I supposed to get a story when no one wants to talk to me? I tried interviewing your cowboy mates out there, and do you know what?”

“What?” Mister Cowboy placed his hands on his slender hips.

“They all ignored me!”

We stared at each other. Our bodies paralleled one another with dominance, feet wide apart, chests out, and shoulders straight. Neither of us relented.

“Oi, Starlo! Get the girl outta there!” one of the farmers called out from the platform above us.

“She’s all good, mate!” Keith yelled back, then turned to me. “I’ll give you an interview.”


It’s 1996 and Elizabeth has to choose: work for six months at a country newspaper, Maranoa Herald, or lose her job. Convincing herself this is just another stepping stone, Elizabeth leaves the city and her fiancé, lawyer Paul Ricci, for a small town in rural Australia. Despite the scorching heat and pests, Bandara holds a charm of its own—Keith Starling, a handsome farmer with sky-blue eyes and a spellbinding smile.

It’s 1996 and Elizabeth has to choose: work for six months at a country newspaper, Maranoa Herald, or lose her job. Convincing herself this is just another stepping stone, Elizabeth leaves the city and her fiancé, lawyer Paul Ricci, for a small town in rural Australia. Despite the scorching heat and pests, Bandara holds a charm of its own—Keith Starling, a handsome farmer with sky-blue eyes and a spellbinding smile.

What happens when Elizabeth returns to the city and discovers what Paul’s been hiding from her? Will she choose her career or everlasting love in the country with Keith? Find out in this steamy Australian romance novella, a prelude to the Starling Sisters series.

Nathaniel Winner

Tell us about yourself.

My name is Nathaniel J. Winner, from the suburbs of NY. I am a serial entrepreneur and author, using my business experiences to inspire my writing. As a father of two, I am dedicated to teaching children the value of entrepreneurship and equipping them with the skills to excel in the business world. Through my educational children’s books, I aim to empower the next generation of young leaders and innovators.

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

This is a funny story. My first book came about as a result of a challenge from some friends. We were discussing various and unusual opportunities when I mentioned writing a children’s book on entrepreneurship. They challenged me to actually do it. The next day, I sat down to write, but the idea for the book came to me because I have two sons and I was thinking about ways to teach them about entrepreneurship. I remembered the books my mom read to me when I was a kid and how much of an impression they left on me. I felt that this book would have a lasting impact on children’s lives.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in? 

I always loved motivational books and books that teach real life skills, so I guess Jonny Entrepreneur is a mixture of the two. 

Is your book for adults, young adults or children? 

I would say the age range is between 6 and 12 

What is your current release or project?

Jonny Entrepreneur, and I’m already working on the sequel, Jonny Entrepreneur: The power of thought and the law of attraction 

Tell us about the key characters

The central characters in the story are Jonny and his father. Jonny’s father acts as a mentor, assisting him in understanding entrepreneurship and addressing practical difficulties. Additionally, Jonny’s friends also play a role as employees.

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

“Jonny Entrepreneur” is a tale about a young boy who discovers how to initiate and manage his own enterprise, acquiring valuable expertise and understanding in the process. Jonny’s journey through the principles of entrepreneurship allows him to develop crucial practical abilities, including problem-solving, setting objectives, and communication. As your child reads this book, they will acquire the fundamental tools required to excel in the field of business, and be motivated to become an accomplished and determined entrepreneur.

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“I did great, Dad, but I’m exhausted.”

Jonny showed his father the earnings he had made and the schedule he had set up for the next day.  It was neatly organized with time, name, address, phone number, and what needed to be done.

“Very neat and organized.  I see you have forgotten one important thing.”

Jonny looked at the schedule but nothing looked off.  He asked, “What did I miss?”

“You did not leave yourself any time for breaks.  Look at how tired you are now.  How will you do that all by yourself tomorrow?”

The boy did not want to admit it, but his father was right; it would be very difficult to work all day like this again… more actually!

“You might have over-scheduled,” his father remarked.  “This problem will need to be addressed.  By the way, where’s your bag of salt?”

“I ran out after I did Mrs. Williams’ house, but that was the last one I did today, so it worked out,” Jonny explained.

“You should have bought salt yesterday, when we were at the store.  Now, we’ll have to go back.”  That was true.  Jonny made a mental note to plan ahead in the future, so that he does not needlessly waste time running around.

There was still the issue of not being able to finish all the houses by himself tomorrow. That left only one option:  Jonny would have to hire employees!

Do you have a favorite scene?

The Business Expands

Ring! Ring! Ring!


                “Hi, Trey, it’s Jonny.”

                “Hey, Jonny, what’s up, man?”

                “How would you feel about making some money today, old buddy old pal?”

                “Go on…”

                “I started a snow-shoveling business and I need your snow-shoveling expertise.  I know your dad has you shovel your driveway most of the time, so I know that you know what you’re doing.  I also checked your reference, me, who confirmed that you’re cool.  So, how about it?”

                “Sure, sounds good.”

                “Great, come on over.  We have driveways to shovel!”

Trey came over and the boys got started right away.  Jonny used the same shovel he had used the previous day.  Trey used a new shovel that Jonny and his father had picked up at the store earlier that morning, in addition to several new bags of salt.

 But by noon, the boys realized that, even together, they would not be able to finish.

                “Jonny, we need more people,” Trey told him through panting breaths when they sat down for lunch.  “I can call my brother to come help.”

                “That’s a good idea.  I’ll have to rent that shovel from my dad again.  Oh well, I guess that’s worth it.”

                Soon, all 3 boys were hard at work.

9. Do you have a favorite scene?

I most enjoyed when Jonny wakes up at the end of the book to see theirs no snow and he feels his entrepreneurship is done, only to find out that there are multiple opportunities coming his way. 

What advice would you give a beginner?

Never give up on your dreams, and focus on the long game, eventually your hard work will bare beautiful fruits. 

F Burn


I am the author of Secret Love, The Substitute which is featured in the Dark Desire Anthology, and Femme. I began writing songs and poetry in my youth, but after graduating with a degree in psychology, I developed an interest in writing tales which explored the dark side of the human psyche. My style is expressed through complex characters and descriptions that have been described as poetic. When I am not writing, I spend most of my time reading dystopian novels, watching sci-fi horror movies, painting, going for long walks, and cooking.

Tell us about yourself.

I am an erotic romance author based in the UK. I am especially interested in writing stories which explore the dark side of human nature. I enjoy developing complex characters and writing descriptions with a slight poetic edge.

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

I think I always wanted to be an author. I’ve been writing since I was a child. I remember writing short stories and a non-fiction book about space when I was 13. Then I went through a dark phase in my late teens and early twenties, and this was primarily expressed through poetry and songs. I decided to have a go at a full length novel in 2015, but I never intended to publish it due to the subject matter. However, after five years of ruminating, I decided to send it out to publishers. In 2021, Secret Love was published by Black Velvet Seductions.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

I like to read fantasy, horror, science-fiction, dystopian and crime fiction. Sometimes I also like reading non-fiction books about psychology, wildlife, infectious diseases and space. I don’t usually write in these genres. I tend to write erotic romance stories, though they might contain elements of other genres such as horror.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

It’s for adults due to the erotic content.

What is your current release or project?

Femme is my latest release. It’s a short contemporary romance story.

Tell us about the key characters

Lawrence used to get bullied in high school for being ‘different’. Years later, he ends up moving next door to ‘vanilla’ ex-classmate Tatiana. As they get to know each other, Tatiana learns that his idol is Frank N Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show. She experiences a conflict of feelings when she realises that she is attracted to Lawrence, even when he reveals his alternative persona.  

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

When Tatiana finally decides to accept the inevitability that she will be forever alone, a blast from the past moves in next door. She is shocked to find out that she recognizes Lawrence, who was bullied mercilessly in high school for being ‘feminine’. Mortified that she did nothing to help back then, she is keen to make amends. As they get to know each other, they realise that fate has brought them together for a reason…

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Over time, Lawrence and I spent more and more time together. We ate dinner together regularly and I discovered that he had interests that were very different from your average male. He liked musicals, loved to bake, and enjoyed dancing and singing. His Rocky Horror Picture Show poster was proudly displayed in his living room. His eyes had lit up when we’d watched the film like he was entranced by Frank N Furter. When it returned to London theatres, he bought tickets and asked me to go with him. He hinted that we ought to dress up to make a real night of it. He wasn’t joking.

When the night came, I put on a black suit, trying to convince myself I was dressing up as Riff Raff. I’d even shoved a cushion down the back of my top to create a hunchback effect. I thought it would be a good laugh dressing as a male character and couldn’t wait to see Lawrence’s reaction.

Lawrence tentatively opened his door while partially concealing his outfit. When I stepped in, my jaw dropped. A strange mixture of shock and awe hit me. He was Frank N Furter brought to life. His makeup was so expertly done I was certain that this wasn’t the first time he’d cross-dressed. I felt conflicted. How could he look so masculine and so feminine at the same time? Mixed feelings stirred inside me as I experienced something I never had before. I was immediately enticed by this strange being. His deep blue, heavily lashed eyes drank in my reaction.

“Oh no, it’s too much isn’t it?” he said anxiously.

“No, it just… you look beautiful.”

 “Do I? Really?” He looked down to inspect himself.

“Yes, you really are. I’m afraid I can’t compare to you. I was going for Riff Raff, but I don’t have a blond wig,” I chuckled.

“You’re far too beautiful to be Riff Raff. How about Janet or Magenta?”

I stood there uncertainly.

“May I dress you?” he asked as he took a step closer. I nodded.

I unbuttoned my blazer and removed my makeshift hump from underneath my white top. When I reached for my belt to undo my trousers, I hesitated.

“Would you like me to leave the room, Tatiana?”

“No, it’s okay. I trust you.”

Determined not to be self-conscious in front of my best friend, I held my breath and quickly stripped down to my underwear. As I stood there exposed, I noticed that Lawrence respectfully averted his vision. Then, he looked me in the eyes and took me by the hand, leading me to a wardrobe in his bedroom.

When he opened the wardrobe door, I was shocked to see it filled with women’s clothing. All the times I’d been in this flat, I had never seen this secret collection. I was speechless as he picked a white slip which he held by my feet, waiting for me to step in to. As he pulled it up along my thighs, it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver. There was something sensuous about the act.

From the other wardrobe, he fished out one of his shirts and gently placed it around my shoulders. I put my arms through until it sat loosely open over my bra. As he neatened the collar around my neck, my nipples hardened as his arm made the lightest of contact with my breasts. Although he made no indication that he noticed, I was certain he could sense the quickening of my heart and the gooseflesh forming on my skin.

Then it dawned on me.

I was aroused.

This man, who was masculine with feminine grace, had a profound effect on me.

I was surprised at my bodily responses. What was it about Lawrence dressed this way that caused this excitement? Perhaps it was because he was different from any other man that I had ever met. Perhaps it was that he wasn’t afraid to be himself, no matter how outrageous. Perhaps it was because he’d never touched me like this before.

I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts and looked into the mirror. I felt very plain beside this glorious deity, so I asked, “Can I use some of your makeup?”

“Of course, you can.” He picked up what looked like an eye shadow case and handed it to me. My hand visibly shook. I didn’t know what had got into me, but I suddenly felt very nervous. I believe he saw my helplessness and asked, “May I?”

Lawrence doing my makeup was both a surreal and an intimate experience. Gentle instruction delivered by a smooth male voice caressed my heightened feelings. I willed my heart to quieten so I could focus entirely on it. When he took the lead, I felt my anxiety slipping away. Inevitably, my mind wandered as he applied eye shadow, blush, and lipstick. I had been wrong about a great many things. I could feel my outlook changing and found myself considering something I never had before. I had some serious thinking to do.

Soon we were ready to leave. As I stepped outside beside my stunning androgynous god, I couldn’t help but feel pride. I was proud to know this person who had dared to be an individual. I looked up at him in admiration as he held the car door open for me. Within moments, the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack blasted through the air and a silky tenor voice sang along. I was afraid to join in for fear of embarrassing myself.

“Come on, Tatiana! Don’t be shy! Sing along!”

“I don’t really know the words…” I trailed off, knowing that was not the real reason. I felt silly for not being honest and trying to make excuses.

Lawrence placed his hand softly on my bare knee and said, “There’s no need to feel like that around me. I want you to feel free to be yourself.”

I absorbed the words he said and they made a lot of sense. “You know what? You’re right. Well, you asked for it! Here goes…”

What followed was a cacophony of noises that resembled singing. We both laughed – not at anything in particular but just because we could. I was on such a high. The giddiness I felt only continued throughout the evening at the theatre. We shouted out along with the crowd and sang along to the songs. And when Frank N Furter entered the stage, the audience went wild.

A few times, I looked to my right to see Lawrence studying me. When we made eye contact, he smiled, obviously not caring about whether I saw him looking. It was strange seeing him through his heavily lashed, eye-shadowed eyes, but it didn’t lessen the effect they had on me. Something I couldn’t quite describe burned in those endless lapis lazuli eyes. He made me feel desirable. Did he see the effect it had on me? Could he sense my thoughts?

My eyes ate up his scantily clad body. I was fascinated by the fishnet tights against the dark hair on his thighs, a bodice wrapped around a well-toned abdomen, and muscular arms gripping the armrest. He watched me watching him. I’d never seen his flesh exposed to the elements like this. He was sexy in a very masculine sense despite the costume he wore. When my eyes dropped down to the bulge in his underwear, I quickly averted my vision. What was I doing? Did I really want to ruin this wonderful friendship with my lurid desires? I didn’t know anymore.

Later that night, as he walked me to the door, I felt confusion invading my thoughts. When he leaned in, presumably to kiss me, I stepped back. I was afraid. So I quickly said goodnight, and hurriedly stepped inside before I could see his response. I was worried that I’d ruined everything, but I needed to see if I still felt the same once the persona he impersonated tonight was gone. I needed to understand why I reacted to him as I had earlier. I needed to understand myself.

Do you have a favorite scene?
Definitely! The school reunion scene at the end (inspired by Romy and Michele’s high school reunion) made me laugh when I wrote it.

What advice would you give a beginner?

If you love writing, then do it! I never thought that I’d be a published author, yet here I am! If I can do it, you can do it, too. Even though it’s not easy at times, I’m still looking forward to future projects.







Shelby Lee

Tell us about yourself.

I’m a 10000% neurospicy (neurodivergent) mom to two kids. I volunteer in the community helping youth however I can, and I like to think I’m a good wife (most days). I live in the middle of the US in Nebraska, and have since 2003 when the military stationed my mom here. I’m not sure what else to really say. I like to read, write, play video games. I have a few chronic illnesses that leave me bed-bound a LOT so most of my hobbies can be done while cuddled up with one of my kiddos.

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

When I was at LEAST 13, if not younger. I’ve always loved writing fiction stories, and it was something I felt like I was good at all of the time.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

I like to read almost everything, it really just depends on my mood. My favorites is romantic suspense. I absolutely love writing it – aside from the headaches of keeping everything together. Pretty sure I’ve amassed a sticky note collection now.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

All of my books are for adults.

What is your current release or project?

My current release is Phoenix Flames, book two in my A Conspiracy of Ravens series.

Tell us about the key characters

Raven is the FMC in this series, and I absolutely love her. She has traumatic mutism (she can’t talk or make many noises in her particular case, so she’s forced to be 100% silent). Pierce is her childhood best friend (to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers…because they’re complicated like that). Phoenix is a guy she met when they were both in the hospital for mental health help. River…oh River. He’s the guy Pierce made friends with instantly when he came to college half a year early. He’s the fun-loving, gotta make everyone laugh because life sucks kinda guy.

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

When the world burns…will we burn with it?

I hadn’t meant to fall into the arms of the men who hurt me, but when the world around us threatens to crumble, the only thing we can do is lean on each other.

My father wants me to help him, but only at the expense of those I care for.

My best friend wants everything with me again, but I refuse to let him in until he’s proven his worth.

My fun-loving guy is cracking in front of us, unable to maintain the happy smiles and jokes he masks his pain with.

My brooding one’s past comes to haunt us all, threatening to end everything before it’s had a chance to thrive.

Will the past come in and destroy the present?

Or have we grown enough to outlast it all?

Phoenix Flames is the second book in the series A Conspiracy of Ravens. It cannot be read as a standalone. For a full look into the content notes, please visit the author’s website.

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This is the first email between Phoenix and Raven which appears at the end of Chapter 2!

SUBJECT: Mystery Mail

Hi. Salutations. Greetings?
How are we supposed to start an email to a stranger, exactly? I don’t even know who you are, yet I’m sitting in the day service room (hereby known as the common room, because it sounds fancier, and I need to feel a bit fancy for a change, okay?) writing an email to a mystery person.
Probably shouldn’t reveal too much, but I’m using the email they gave to me when I got here, as I didn’t want to make one up myself.
Great idea that was, because now you know my last name, but alas, I digress. Do people even talk like that? Whatever.
You said on your sticky note that you wanted me to have a place to talk freely, since it’s clearly hard for me to get anything across in group.
You’d be fucking right about that, Flames. You’d be absolutely fucking right.
I’m tired. I can’t speak, and I did a LOT of speaking before I suddenly couldn’t anymore. Fate and Karma are working hard against me for some reason.
Tell me a bit about you in your reply, and I’ll tell you all about me and how this shit happened.

Kindest regards,
RM Hill
PS: What’s with the pineapple sticker on your note? It might behoove you to know that I absolutely loathe pineapple pizza. (I’ll be surprised if I get an email back after this.)

Do you have a favorite scene?

I do. However, if I said what it was, I’d be spoiling something. What I can say is that it’s the BEST form of groveling for Pierce to do and I laugh every single time I think about it!

What advice would you give a beginner?

Gosh. Have your ducks in a row? Research, research, research. Not all advice will fit YOU and YOUR brand. Remember that you are a BUSINESS, so you need to be as professional as you can, even if it is talking about dirty things in the romance community. Also, put a schedule together that you can keep up with. Every single author has a different situation, and allowing yourself to be sucked in to someone else’s schedule is not always ideal. Give yourself breathing room, and know that the author community is 100000% the best place for help, because we’ve all been there and we all still need help from time to time.
I hope that wasn’t too long. I’m sure I have more, too. This is just what I can come up with right now!

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Shelby Lee is a dark romance author specializing in the act of trauma dumping into her own stories in the hopes of eventually healing herself, and possibly others, along the way. She resides in a semi-small town in Nebraska with her husband, two kids, and guinea pigs.

When she’s not writing, she’s mentoring youth in the community on the off chance she just might leave the world a better place than she found it.

Other than that, you can probably find her on TikTok.

Marlayna James

Tell us about yourself. 

I’m a video game junkie from Canada. WoW, CoD, and Witcher are a few of my favourites. I love Downunder TV shows. My addiction is Offspring—I highly recommend it if you like character depth. I enjoy gardening, preserving, survival camping, and music. 

When did you know you wanted to be an author?

When I was 6 or 7 years old. I glued a bunch of paper together into a booklet and wrote a book talking vegetables in a supermarket.

What genres do you like to read?  Are these the same genres you write in?

Give me Romance—it’s my favourite. I think every book I write has romantic elements but Annora writes erotica, Aaryanna writes fantasy, Achelle writes women’s fiction, and I write romance. I bridge all my pen names with Marlayna James listed as a co-author on every book.

Is your book for adults, young adults or children?

Very adult—Dark Fantasy. I think it will appeal to women most, but I believe if given the opportunity men wold also enjoy it. 

What is your current release or project?

A Crown Forged By Victory’s Consequence is Book I of The Blackened Tablet Series. It is a Dark Fantasy with a stand-alone quest arch as well as a series quest arch. It includes coarse language, explicitly detailed romances, violence, and too many trigger warnings to list. This story came to me when I was 12 or 13 years old and it is only now that I am putting it to paper. 

Tell us about the key characters

The key characters—that’s a doozy of a question. The cast in this series is huge—think Game of Thrones or Harry Potter. 

Crowned Prince Aedyn of Aldersward is our main character. Looks like Ian Somerhalder. He wants readers to know what the downfalls are of being royalty. Because in truth, there are many more downsides than advantages. 

Lead Auren of Maidstone is Aedyn’s best friend. He resembles Stephen Amell. He’s a sucker for women. A real ladies man who knows he’s sexy, and is in a constant state of lust. This often gets him into trouble, and his situations can be quite comical. 

Guard Asa of Lessard is friends with Auren and Aedyn. I don’t have a lookalike comparison. He reminds me of Bashful of the seven dwarfs. He’s youthful looking and wears his heart on his sleeve. He embarrasses easily and when he is the colour rises in his face and his ears turn red. He can be a prankster and quiet goofy when he isn’t facing impending doom.

Emissary Bennet of Baitsloam is the three young friends’ mentor. He looks like William Hurt in Robin Hood. At nearly 800 years old, he is the last surviving member of his race. A trusted advisor to the royal family for generations. He lost his family when the kingdoms on the world of Speranza broke off and sunk into the murky sea. He never loved again and journeys with our three other characters to find out whether his kingdom survived—his wife, his children. He’s my “Bob”—a term used for a character who is present to explain things to the reader.   

What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?

The Blackened Tablet Series is an epic fantasy quest story with corrupt politics, wondrous magic, and illicit encounters in a supernatural world where no one is safe.

Three hundred years ago, the sacred tablet granted by their god, Jezabet, turned black, and eight kingdoms broke free, plummeting into the bottomless sea. There was no warning, and no one knows why.

Now, a strange illness plagues Aldersward. Crowned Prince Aedyn’s sisters, Achelle and Annora, his father, and countrymen are desperate and grief-stricken. All hope is lost…

Until someone dreams, and Aedyn leaves behind his mistress and his betrothed to cure their nation. He enlists his friends; a brazen playboy, a gentle strongman, and an ancient mentor. Together, they set out on a perilous journey—few believe they will survive. 

This isn’t a fairy tale—sex becomes currency, murder is ordinary, and love doesn’t conquer all. 

Everyone loves a hero—good triumphs evil. But few dare to question how victory ripples into consequences. Explore this exciting concept in the Blackened Tablet Series. 

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An excerpt from The Blackened Tablet Series: Book I: A Crown Forged By Victory’s Consequence, written by Aaryanna Abbott and Marlayna James. 

Day 149
Princess Achelle’s Bedchamber
Royal Estate
Coaldale Village, Aldersward

Achelle’s hand shook as she flattened several stray hairs in the mirror. She wore her favourite dark purple gown laced with intricate white beading. Once a tight, perfect fit, now hung loose from her pale, washed-out frame. She looked sickly.

Her sunken green eyes found Astrid studying the gown. “I cannot attend my father and his men.”

The summoning bell clanged outside, signalling the evening meal at an hour’s end.

“Princess Achelle, the king ordered it.”

She knew. He had visited at dawn and demanded her company. Attempting to diminish the tonic’s effects, her maid kept her mind clear of substances and fed her dried bread and tea throughout the day.

“Your Highness, I’ll sew the sides together at your back. No one will be the wiser.” Astrid crossed to the wardrobe and removed the sewing box.

Achelle turned sideways. Perhaps she would go unnoticed.

This cannot be over soon enough. Achelle settled her hands in her lap. She was weak, and her hands trembled each time she used her utensils or lifted her mug. She received scrutinising looks from her father’s physician, seated opposite her.

Finally, the king invited everyone to the study. When he left without stopping to escort her, she was grateful. She could escape.

As those present left, she lingered, feigning a fascination in a painting across the room. She sought to shift her chair back, but when she stood, weakness struck her limbs, forcing her to brace her palms against the table.

A gentle grip steadied her, and she turned. Physician Axton stood at her side, offering his guidance. She could not refuse and accepted, averting her face from him.

“Princess Achelle,” he wrapped her arm in his and slowly guided her.

The other guests had already disappeared. The hall was empty.

“I know your father appreciated your update from Auren. Though, I wonder if you could quell my curiosity. How many days’ rations are available before they must return?”

Her eyes stared ahead. “Seven.” The lie came easily.

He checked their steps, turning to her. “Your Highness, is this what Auren told you?”

Indignation brought her eyes to his. “Of course. Why would I state it otherwise?”

“Princess, forgive me. I understood when you delivered Auren’s reports to your father, they were verbatim. I didn’t realise you withheld parts.”

He suspected the truth, and defensively, she answered. “I didn’t realise you had a right to question me.” She pulled her arm free and turned to climb the stairs.

“Your Highness, you’re correct,” he caught her arm and said to the back of her head. “However, I wonder how your father would respond if I informed him you’re lying about your dream-walks? And you’ve left our men without guidance to fend for themselves and perhaps die? The tonic you’re taking is dangerous. If others haven’t noticed yet, they soon will. Your weight loss, colouring, and the hollowing of your cheeks are very apparent. I fear your father’s too worried about his sons to even imagine something is wrong with you.”

She turned her cold eyes on him. “The tonic you gave Astrid ran out, and I haven’t received more from you. There’s no danger. You can free your conscience.”

He nodded. “Princess, perhaps then shortly, you can clear yours.”

As a maid stepped into the hall, he left her standing alone beside the stairs

Do you have a favourite scene?

Any of the scenes between Emissary Sahana of Larkburgh and Guard Asa of Lessard are my favourite. The pair are absolutely adorable together—and their arguments/misunderstandings are beyond comical.

What advice would you give a beginner?

I think the most valuable advice I can give someone is; don’t give up. I did. I stopped writing several times before I decided to make this a career, and looking back I wish I hadn’t. The best piece of advice I have ever received was from an image. I don’t know who wrote it, or where it came from, but it said, “You can’t edit a blank page.” I know it isn’t profound, but it’s true. Just write. Don’t think about editing, spelling mistakes, holes in your story. Write it to completion, then when it’s done, go back and worry about those things. 

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I’m just Marlayna.

Private. Loner. Writer. I don’t want fame. I want you to feel something.

I use pen names. Several: Aaryanna Abbott, Annora Adams, and Achelle Ashby

About me…

I sing really well. With music, I’m not picky. I can appreciate all genres—belting them out at the top of my lungs as I drive through town.

I love downunder TV shows. The longer the series, the better. Offspring. A Place to Call Home. McLeod’s Daughters. A warning: they will tear your heart out. 

I’m a Buffy fanatic. Watch the series every year from start to finish. I can tell you which episode by only hearing a single line.

I’m the coolest mom—still playing video games, smack talking with the young’uns through my headset. CoD and Witcher are my favourites. Beware, my language can get quite colourful.

I love to read and have an extensive library in my basement—there’s no room for it elsewhere. They are unapologetically smutty romances. Don’t like—don’t look. 

I enjoy thrift shopping—especially books. I mean, hours and hours to find a single book. That’s my idea of an incredible day.

Little bits: veggies over candy, vacuums over jewellery, and water over any beverage.

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