Life gives them a second chance, but
reality may tear them apart.
Deena Zheng is in over her head. With her father’s mounting medical
bills, a townhome in disrepair, and more stress than one person
should bear, she does all that she can do to stay afloat. Out of
options and desperate to pull her family out of the red, she must get
out of her comfort zone and accept a nanny position with her firm’s
notoriously impossible client or risk her family’s livelihood.
Jesse Grant struggles to get past his grief after losing the love of his
life. Ever since her death, the billionaire hedge fund manager has
used alcohol to mask his pain and, in the process, lost a part of
himself. With a young son to raise and a business to run, he must
pull himself together before he jeopardizes everything he’s worked
so hard to build.
When they meet, the physical attraction is undeniable, but their personal
demons and new professional relationship will make any hopes of
pursuing a relationship too complicated for either to handle.Will
they ignore their growing feelings for each other and keep their
relationship strictly professional or will outside forces force them
to reveal the truth?
Remy Marie is a romance author who loves to write about charming heroes
and brave heroines. While writing never came naturally for Remy, he
continued to strengthen his craft, by constantly reading and writing.
If he is not writing or reading, he is usually watching TV with his
supportive wife, aggressively cheering for his college and
professional sports teams, playing video games, or crunching numbers
at his daytime job.
Jules Hunter is actually a writing team. I met her during a takeover (I think) and I asked her some questions only to discover Jules Hunter is actually a writing team. I found it fascinating and we started talking.
Author Bio
Jules Hunter is a pseudonym for a husband wife writing team. After 19 wonderful years together they decided to turn their life experiences into novels. They live in Orange County California and run mostly off of coffee and sarcasm (well, Jules & Hunter call it wit). When they’re not researching the viability of the steamy scenes they write, they are at the beach or their favorite coffee shop creating their next romance.
In order to get both perspectives, I’ve asked Jules Hunter to have both partnersanswer the questions.Tell us about yourself.
Jules: I grew up as an Army brat and lived in Europe
and the Middle East most of my life. I finally ended up in Southern California
where I met my husband and have had 19 exciting years with him We have a son
and daughter; and a grandson and granddaughter.
Hunter: I played sports through high school mainly
water polo and volleyball. After many years in construction, I moved into the
electronics recycling world and have owned an electronics recycling company
with my wife for 5 years now.
Jules & Hunter: Being co-authors, we had to
figure out a way that worked best for us to write. It was easy to start the process.
We came up with the revenge betting games concept and from there decided on the
main characters and outlined the story. Once that was complete, we outlined
each chapter. It was when we had to decide how to get it on paper, that we had
to employ a few different methods. We finally settled on either recording as we
role play the characters or Jules typing as we both role play the characters.
There are times that we disagree and Hunter will take the laptop to stop me
from typing, and with him being 6’6” I have to work hard to get it back.
Needless to say it’s a melee by the time our children and grandchildren get in
on the action of trying to get the laptop back to Jules.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
Jules: I’ve wanted to be an author since was a young
child. It wasn’t until I became an adult that I finally began writing. An
author I respect very much suggested that I write about my life experiences as
they have been many and very colorful. My husband and every family member I
have had been telling me the same thing so Hunter said let’s do this together
and so we did.
Hunter: I decided in January 2019, and began writing with Jules. She is an avid reader of many genres and I knew writing was what she should be doing. As her best friend, I wanted to experience that with her and we had so much fun that we’ve decided to keep it going.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
Jules: I mostly read anything RH with a good story. I
also love erotica, dark reads, sci-fi, and romance. And we do write RH and
romance.
Hunter: Fantasy and Science Fiction. We don’t write
in it yet, but will be soon!
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Jules & Hunter: Deceived is absolutely an 18+
series. There are very steamy scenes and a lot of cursing, betting and murder.
What is your current release or project?
Jules & Hunter: Deceived is our first book and it releases on Amazon September 10th (Today!!! ) We are currently working on Erased, book 2 of our Animus Series and are also outlining a few urban fantasy RH stories.
Tell us about the key characters
Kaia: The FMC had lived a hard life on the streets and
currently runs a revenge betting game that has made her a lot of money. She is
a surfer and prefers to live on her boat. She definitely has some lessons to
learn and grows as a character.
Wolf: Kaia’s cheating ex-fiancé.
Raphael: Kaia’s best friend and new love interest. Part of
the spec. ops. team protecting Kaia
Kir: A surfer and part
of the spec. ops. team protecting Kaia also a huge smartass that likes to mess
with Kaia.
Andreas: Sexy, extremely smart and a tech expert. Also on
the spec. ops. team protecting Kaia.
Ji-Tae: Not much is known about him.
Jaxson: Sexy southern drawl, tall muscular alpha male.
Leader of the spec. op. team protecting Kaia.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Living on a luxury yacht on
the Southern California coast, after years of surviving on the streets, is a
dream come true for Kaia. Being in the revenge business pays well, and Kaia has
no problem exposing the greed, infidelity, and murderous intent of society’s
worst humans through her own private channels, especially if it keeps her surrounded
by surf, sun, and gorgeous men. After all, the only people really getting hurt
are the liars and the cheaters. So what if Kaia benefits from them? As
far as she’s concerned, she has the perfect life. Until she doesn’t…
When a brutal attack leaves
Kaia shaken and exposed, she’s given no choice but to accept the protection of
her uncle’s Spec Ops team. Unfortunately, the team comes with an agenda, and
it’s not only to keep Kaia in their sights, but also to keep her in their bed.
Overwhelmed by the constant attention, Kaia needs time to figure her life out
and make some decisions. But things go from complicated to a total cluster when
her cheating ex turns up to take over the operation. Kaia doesn’t know who to
trust, who to believe, and where to turn, which leaves her vulnerable in a way
that could be deadly.
Warning: This book contains a messed-up revenge game that is at best
ethically dubious, a bratty heroine who has no problem pushing boundaries, two,
no three, no four men who have decided that she is theirs to protect and claim,
and lots of very steamy sex.
Share an excerpt (up to 800 words).
Deceived – The Animus Series Book 1
“Members,
welcome to tonight’s viewing of Animus, where we satisfy your need for
revenge. Note that per event rules, your monitors are now in my control.” My
hip-length platinum hair slides over my shoulder as I tilt my head, giving a
dark, ironic smirk into the camera for my rapt audience—these people who thrive
on betting over someone else’s hardships.
“Tonight’s
event is ‘Your Money or Your Wife.’ Mr. Harold Connelly is the subject. Bets
close in five minutes; your monitors will then broadcast the game.” Look at
them, baying for blood while staring expectantly at me through their viewing
screens, eagerly waiting for me to start this evening’s entertainment.
I’m
not surprised, though. It’s always been like this. This isn’t my first rodeo;
I’ve been running Animus events since I created it in high school to get
fast cash with a side of revenge against the world’s biggest assholes.
After
I black out their monitors, I set an automatic timer so the event will
broadcast on the members’ viewing screens in exactly five minutes, then I
decide there’s just enough time to hit my wet bar—a perk of living on my sleek,
white 105-foot yacht. Patrón shots and an ice-cold Negra Modelo are on my
agenda tonight.
I
throw back a few shots before opening a beer, then I get cozy in my custom
leather captain’s chair, ready to monitor the game.
Behind
me is a beige wall devoid of anything—a necessity so Animus members
aren’t distracted during my broadcast. Views of every angle of tonight’s event,
on eight of the best 4K LED screens money can buy, make sure I don’t miss a
thing.
Glancing
at my personal monitor where I can view the members’ reactions to the game, I
shake my head at their looks of anticipation. I then power up seven other
monitors showing the event taking place at the restaurant my employees set up
especially for tonight’s game. The event has already begun.
“Did
you hear me, Mr. Connelly? I said give up your money or your wife dies.” A
sleek-looking man wearing a bespoke gray pinstripe suit is looming over Harold
Connelly, holding a briefcase.
As
Connelly laughs hard, both of his massive chins jiggle from the force, making
me cringe. To take the focus off his Jabba the Hutt chins, I switch to a
different angle; it helps so…hooray for me!
“Who
the hell do you think you are? Fucking ignorant prick. Look around. What could
you do to her in public?” As Connelly gestures to the patrons scattered around
the restaurant enjoying their dinners and chatting, he says, “Walk out that
door right now, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“Mr.
Connelly, I’ll say this for the final time,” the sleek-looking man—or as I
refer to him, New Guy—leans in closer to Connelly, his voice quiet compared to
the cacophony of the restaurant. “Your wife’s been sipping from a wine glass
laced with poison, and I have the antidote. As far as it concerns everyone
here, it won’t matter who I am, or how it happened.
“Imagine
it—she will seize, the pain wracking her body. That’s when she’ll hit the
floor. She’ll most likely bite her tongue. The blood will mix with the vomit
spewing from her mouth. Her head will bang repeatedly on the floor, ruining that
beautiful face of hers. And then, with agony coursing through her veins, she
will perish, gone forever.” New Guy leers at him. Damn, that’s almost too
dramatic of a description. I’m not sure he’ll be a good addition to Animus.
He
plucks a tablet out of his briefcase and deposits it on the dining table.
Tonight’s his first night on the job, his trial run, so he better not screw it
up. He beams the smile of a man who assumes he’s won, but I know better. Harold
Connelly is a douchebag, and that will never change.
“Scan
your thumbprint and transfer the money,” New Guy demands, studying his
wristwatch. “Three minutes, Harold, three minutes left, before she is on the
floor losing her shit.”
Do you have a favorite scene?
Jules: My fave scene is when Kaia runs into her ex at
her birthday party. Kir ends up grabbing her and asking her to dance and I have
to say that Kir ran away with the scene surprising both Hunter and I and Kir
ended up writing the entire scene. I think it is a great scene for any woman that
wanted to show off her two new boyfriends to her lying, cheating ex.
Hunter: My favorite scene is when Wolf and Jax meet
for the first time. They are in Vicente’s office during Kaia’s birthday party
and really do not get along. I found writing all of the birthday party scenes
to be particularly challenging trying to get the timing right while showing it
from multiple POV’s
What advice would you give a beginner?
Jules: Don’t listen to the people that try to bring
you down. Keep writing if that makes you happy. There is a book for every
reader and a reader for every book is what my wonderful editor Christa Desir
always tells me.
Hunter: When you hit a brick wall, don’t keep ramming
your head into it. Take a step back and have a piece of pie. Be constant, when
writing, start and end with the same enthusiastic attitude.
Zia Westfield is the next contributor to Black Velvet Seductions Mystic Desire. Her short story is a paranormal shifter romance.
Author Bio
Zia Westfield creates suspenseful,
exciting stories with romance at the heart of them. There is nothing more
thrilling than watching two people fall in love despite the odds and the danger
surrounding their every move.
She makes her home in Tokyo with her husband and three sons. She holds a full-time job, volunteers too much because she doesn’t know how to say “no,” and generally finds peace between the pages of a book or when she’s writing out the stories in her head.
Tell us about yourself.
I’m an Italian-American with the noisy
family that comes with that and have lived in Japan for many years. My husband
is Japanese with all the traditions and rules of that culture. It makes for
interesting times at our house! We’ve raised three boys, who are university
age, so I’m preparing for an empty nest soon. During the day I teach English as
a foreign language to university students, a job that keeps me hopping. At
night, I try to write whenever I can before I faceplant after a long day. I
love walking along the beach, being with family, and watching Hallmark
mysteries. I’m a sucker for a good romance and mystery. 🙂
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
My nose was always stuck in a book when I was a child. I think it was probably middle school or high school that the idea of writing a story glimmered as a possibility. But authors seemed like magical people with incredible imaginations. How could I possibly do something like that? It took many years and motherhood to give me the courage to actually try bringing the characters in my mind to life.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
Mystery (especially cozy mysteries).
Romantic Suspense. Paranormal Romance. I write in Romantic Suspense and
Paranormal Romance. I haven’t tried to write a cozy mystery yet, but I think it
would be a fun genre to work in.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Mystic Desire is an anthology of short
paranormal romance stories for adults.
What is your current release or project?
Mystic Desire is out now! Woo hoo! In October, the next
book in my Deadly Encounter series, Killer
Deceptions will release.
Tell us about the key characters
Bewitching the Wolf is my story in Mystic Desire. Alice Humphreys is a
witch who is loyal, hardworking and determined to remain single. Brodie MacEwan
is a wolf shifter who believes in the ties of family and the soul-deep
connection to the one woman fated to be his mate. When the two meet, it’s
sparks all around!
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Alice
Humphreys has poured her heart and soul into creating a magical B&B where
guests experience their fantasy vacation in their dreams. When Brodie
MacEwan arrives looking for a room, she gives him his choice of the adventure
room, the relaxation room or the romance room. There is something all too
predatory about the Scotsman and he makes her body tingle in places it
shouldn’t!
Brodie has been sent to investigate the
mysterious death of his uncle. He never expects to discover his mate in his
dreams. But is the illusion real? As he moves closer to identifying the woman
his soul is bound to, he must deal with a grumpy leprechaun, a ghostly terrier,
bumps in the night, and musical bedrooms. Any other wolf shifter would turn
tail and run, but Brodie never gives up when he’s in pursuit and never when the
stakes are so high!
Share an excerpt
An hour later, they were sitting around
the table. Despite Alice’s best intentions, she had ended up next to Brodie.
With every spoonful of Aunt Cora’s stew, she inhaled Brodie’s scent to the
point that if someone has asked how the food tasted, she would have replied
“wild with a dash of the outdoors.”
A loud crash from above caused Alice to
spill stew on her shirt. Oggie snatched the wine from the table, cradling it in
the crook of his arm. “ ʼTis an earthquake,” he bellowed. Puddles popped into
the room and ran toward them, but as Brodie stood up, Puddles skidded to a
stop, yelped and poofed away.
Alice wiped off the sauce trailing down
her shirt, then tossed her napkin on the table. “I’ll go see what happened.”
She addressed Brodie, grateful to escape his presence. “Please enjoy Aunt
Cora’s amazing apple pie for dessert.”
Brodie nodded towards Aunt Cora. “Please
save me a piece. I’ll go with your niece.” He scraped back his chair and stood,
his gray eyes darkened with a swirl of emotion she didn’t understand but that
sent a shiver down her back.
She led the way up the stairs, aware of
him behind her the whole way. When she reached the room directly above the
dining room, he moved in front of her.
“What room is this?” he asked in a low
rumble.
She dropped her own voice in response.
“Henry Duncan’s study. Nothing has been touched. Aunt Cora wouldn’t allow it.”
He nodded and, standing to the side,
opened the door slowly and then pushed it fully open. He stepped inside and,
after peering in, Alice followed. She noted that Brodie had no problem
maneuvering in the darkness. For her own sake, she hit the lights.
The French windows to the balcony were
open; the curtains billowed into the room with drops of wind and rain. Alice
hurried across to thrust the large windows closed, locking the handles. She
turned and surveyed the room. A pile of books lay on the floor next to the
desk.
“These books must have tumbled off when
the windows blew open,” Alice said.
Brodie nodded. He prowled the
room like a predator, the movement of his muscles mesmerizing and completely
unacceptable. He was her guest—a guest who was cutting up her peace of mind.
“Well, that should do it. Shall we go
back?”
Brodie glanced at her, his gaze more
silvery than gray. “Not yet.”
Alice frowned. She was about to remind him
that he was a guest in the house when Puddles popped out from behind a
bookcase, ran over to a large armchair situated near a standing lamp and
sniffed the rug.
“What’s the dog’s name?” Brodie asked,
everything about him on alert.
Puddles stiffened. His head came up, and
tucking his tail beneath his legs, he scampered back towards the bookcase.
“It’s Puddles.” She tapped her chin with
her finger. “He seems afraid of you. I wonder why,” she added dryly.
He ignored her. He barked out something in
a language she didn’t understand, except for the word Puddles, and darn if that
dog didn’t turn around and obediently trot over to the man.
Brodie squatted down and, holding the
dog’s gaze, appeared to hold silent communication with the Scottish terrier.
Puddles’s tail began whipping side to side with increasing vigor. He let out a
yip, ducked his head, and then disappeared.
“Humph,” Alice sounded, crossing her arms.
“What was that all about?”
Brodie rose and, once again, seemed to
draw all the energy in the room towards him. But the predator in him had
receded, the silvery shade of his eyes back to slate gray.
“Puddles said that Henry wanted a book to
read,” Brodie said, his mouth quirking upwards.
Alice stared at him in horror. “Do you
mean I have a second ghost?” Alice looked up at the ceiling and then shook her
fist at it. “Henry Duncan,” she shouted. “You broke Aunt Cora’s heart!”
Brodie’s mouth dropped open. “Lass, he’s
dead.”
“That’s no excuse.” She brushed past him,
pausing only long enough to say, “I want a slice of pie before Oggie eats it
all. Are you coming?” She marched out the door and thought about how Aunt Cora
had cried for days after Henry passed on. Her aunt was wrong. Men dumped,
deceived and died. So no matter Brodie MacEwan’s good looks and her traitorous
body’s responses, she was standing strong.
Do you have a favorite scene?
I love the scenes Oggie is in. His way with
words makes me smile every time I read them. I also can’t help enjoying the
fight Alice puts up to hold back the inevitable.
What advice would you give a beginner?
Keep writing! There is no magic formula.
Writing is a craft and like any skill, it takes constant practice and a lot of
perseverance to reach The End.
Jan is the next in the series of authors from Black Velvet Seductions. She’s got a short story in the anthology Mystic Desire.
Author Bio
Jan Selbourne grew up in Melbourne Australia. Her love of literature and history began as soon as she could read and hold a pen. Her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, then a working holiday in the UK and Europe brought the history to life. Marriage and career put her writing career on the backburner, then on the point of retiring she changed direction to work as secretary for a large New South Wales historical society. Now really retired, she has published three historical fiction/romance novels. Jan has two adult children and lives in New South Wales.
Tell us about yourself.
I live in New South Wales, Australia, now retired and have two
adult children. My working life was
diverse, and I was fortunate to travel to the UK and Europe, giving me
wonderful backgrounds for the books I wanted to write. However, it wasn’t until
after I retired that I could finally indulge my love of writing. I have three
published historical fiction books and currently working on my fourth.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
When I was at school. I loved literature, writing essays, letters to friends and pen friends, and fun stories to entertain my children.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I like murder mysteries, a good who-dunnit and biographies as well as historical fiction and non fiction.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults
What is your current release or project?
My current release Through the Veil is part of the Black Velvet Seductions supernatural anthology, Mystic Desire.
Tell us about the key characters.
Australia – 1875. Helen Finlay, daughter of a wealthy landowner and Marcus Townsend, wool classer, are in love and about to marry when a tragic accident kills Marcus. In 2018, Rachel Finlay, heartbroken over a disastrous love affair, discovers an old family photo album with details of this accident and gets the shock of her life. She knows these people, but she’s never met them. Turning her back on her dismal life she returns to the site of that accident and walks back in time to Helen – and Marcus.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
A beautiful March day in
1875 ends in tragedy when the wagon carrying Helen and Marcus plunges down the
mountainside. Generations pass before
Rachel Finlay finds an old sepia photo of a man and woman. She knows them but
she’s never met them and now, for the peace of mind she desperately craves, she
goes back to where it began. In time, through the veil, knowing she may never
return.
Share an excerpt .
Sandra glanced at her
watch. “Ten minutes before we are due at the bank. After that, we’ll have a
drink at the club. We deserve it.”
Rachel fingers clenched. “When we’ve signed whatever
papers they need signed, I’ll be on my way.”
Sandra stopped walking. “There’s still a lot to do. The
Salvation Army is collecting the furniture tomorrow, the estate agent wants the
keys after we lock up the house and there’s bound to be something we’ve
forgotten.”
Rachel shook her head. “You don’t need me to watch them
carry out furniture nor do you need me to take the keys to the agent.”
“This happens every time,’ Sandra snapped angrily. “You
drop everything in my lap and walk away. What’s bugging you Rachel? You’ve been
edgy and downright rude to Greg.”
“Stuff Greg. Nothing’s bugging me and if I want to leave
now I will.”
“For once in your
aimless life, this is not about you, this is about Aunt Frances and all she did
for us,” Sandra threw back at her.
“I know what Aunt Frances did for us and you love taking
charge and basking in the accolades after.”
Sandra’s cheeks burned. “You don’t care about anyone
except yourself. You drink too much, you can’t keep a job for more than a
year,” she jabbed Rachels’s chest,“It’s no
wonder you fall for the arseholes of this world.”
“Shut up Sandra!”
“No, I won’t shut up. Why do you fall for no-hopers with balls
as big as their egos then drink yourself stupid when they drop you?”
A lump formed in Rachel’s throat. Because I can’t find what I’m looking for.
Sandra
threw her hands in the air. “Forget it, you are hopeless. Greg said last night
you’d want to leave as soon as you knew what Aunt Frances was worth.”
Anger dissolved the lump. “I’d rather be hopeless than a
chardonnay sipping, social climbing snob without a bank account to match,”
Rachel hissed furiously. “I’ll bet my last dollar that the first question Greg
asks, after his oozing, ‘how are you, my darling’ will be ‘did you get
everything fixed up with the solicitor?’ You can tell Greg– No, I’ll phone him
myself to tell him in very plain language where he can get off and never to
speak to me again.”
Sandra’s mouth had dropped open in shock.
Rachel’s
shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight. Let’s get it over with at
the bank and then I am driving up the coast.”
Several
seconds passed before Sandra found her voice. “Why? What about your job?”
When
Rachel didn’t reply Sandra closed her eyes in despair. “Don’t tell me you’ve
lost your job.”
“I
didn’t lose my job, I quit,” Rachel replied stiffly.
“Quit?
When?”
After I recognised the man in the
photo. “A few days ago. I’m driving to Grafton and perhaps go
up the range to Glen Innes.”
“Glen Innes?”
Sandra repeated incredulously. “For God’s sake why and for that matter, what
happened to your fear of heights and getting sick on winding roads?”
“That’s for me to worry about,” Rachel replied. “I am
sorry Sandra but I’m leaving after the bank.”
Tight lipped, Sandra resumed walking, with Rachel
following.
Two long hours later, Rachel re-joined the Pacific
Highway. She’d held it together at the bank and the awkward moment on the
pavement before their curt goodbyes, but now as the car picked up speed, her
throat ached with unshed tears. Their nasty argument and Sandra’s brutal words
had cut into her like a knife. And, that horrible rhyme wouldn’t go out of her
head. Always the bridesmaid never the bride, loser in love empty inside. That just about sums you up Rachel. Never
knowing what you want in life, alone in a crowd, disappointing your family,
never good enough. Falling for men who win you over with charm and then wipe
their feet on you. What did that psychologist say? “You are harbouring deep
insecurity and guilt from your childhood.”
When I retorted, ‘What guilt? I had a wonderful, secure childhood,”
she’d gone on about looking within myself and finding new interests and
friends.Friends? Sandra had been your best friend until she married that
patronising, smooth talking “would be if he could be.” Rachel’s eyes
blurred with tears. Now you’re driving
north without knowing why and–
“Keep your eyes on the road!” a voice ordered as a
semi-trailer roared past.
“Oh shit!” Rachel swerved back to the left
lane and glanced at the empty passenger seat. “Now I’m going mad!”
“No, you’re not,” the voice said softly. “I will meet you
there.”
A mere suggestion of a hand brushing her shoulder made
her shiver and it all became clear. She knew where she was going.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Yes, where she arrives at the Mann River Reserve, on the Great Dividing Range, and walks through the veil, to her former life.
Dee is the second in the series of authors from Black Velvet Seductions. She also has a story in Mystic Desire.
Author Bio
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That’s how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she’s lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more, join Dee on Nomad Authors: htpps://nomadauthors.com.
Tell us about yourself I’ve been writing erotic romance for many years now and still love it. I married my high school sweetheart and use that as inspiration for all of the happily-ever-afters I’ve spun through the years. I write under three names: Dee S. Knight (erotic romance and a couple of ménage romances), Anne Krist (straight, sweeter romance), and Jenna Stewart (all ménage, some historical, some shapeshifter). No matter who I am at the moment, it’s all still romance.
When did you know you wanted to be an author? After writing my first book, which came about as something of an accident. We were living in a small town in South Carolina while hubby finished up a consulting job. I was at loose ends for a couple of months and he suggested I use up some time by writing a book. I said okay—that sounds like fun. And like an idiot—because I didn’t know that’s not how it’s done—I wrote a book. I was hooked from that moment on.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in? I love all forms of romance (of course), but I also love legal thrillers, mystery, suspense, military adventures. There really isn’t a whole lot I won’t read. A look at my Kindle library would make people wonder about my taste, lol.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children? Adults only. Even my sort of non-erotic romance is intended for adults.
What is your current release or project? Currently, I’m in Mystic Desire, a supernatural anthology by Black Velvet Seductions. I actually have two stories. An Awareness of Evil (as Dee) is about a psychic who senses a child is in grave danger, but she can’t quite see who or where she is. Life Saving (Anne) is about a man on the brink of ending his life. I won’t say more! BVS has put together a great group of writers for this anthology, and I’m very proud to be part of it! At the same time, I’m working on finishing Book 2 of the Good Man series.
Tell us about the key characters In An Awareness of Evil, Amanda McMasters is a psychic who goes to the police asking for help in finding a child who is in danger. She can’t really tell them anything, however. As her sensations become more and more intense, she’s almost at her wit’s end. Amanda is a truly good person who wants to help when she can, and not “seeing” enough detail for the police to step in is very frustrating. Of course, there is a young, handsome detective standing by to encourage her. 😉
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book? An Awareness of Evil: Only two things stand between evil and a small girl: the visions of Amanda McMasters and Detective Brendan Gilchrist. Neither can afford to be wrong.
Life Saving:
Saving lives isn’t just for adults. Sometimes the innocent magic of a
child can do the job better.
Share an excerpt
An Awareness of Evil:
“There’s
not much more frightening to a child than hearing a parent cry.” Amanda
Masterson clutched her purse in her lap and tried to keep from twisting her
hands. She stared at the nameplate on the front of the desk. Det. Donny Connor.
He looked older than the other detective and probably had more experience but
she wished she were speaking with the younger guy, doodling as he listened to
her and his partner. He sat sideways to his desk with the chair pushed back
onto two legs, looking as though he hadn’t a care in the world. But something
told her that he heard every word.
“I
can imagine,” Detective Connor said in a low voice. He seemed as though he
were trying to sound soothing but a note of frustration hit between his words.
“And so, you heard someone crying.”
“Not
exactly.”
Detective
Connor blew out a breath, laid his pen on the desk and then picked it up again.
“Ms. Masterson, you’ve been trying to tell us what’s up for the past
fifteen minutes. Why don’t you just say it and let us decide what’s important
or not?” The detective looked to his partner sitting at the next desk.
Detective Gilchrist gave him a bare nod. So far, that was the most interaction
she’d seen from him.
Amanda
took a deep breath and braced herself to tell the men what she’d been trying to
avoid. “I don’t actually hear crying.”
“You
don’t actually hear—”
“More
like I sense it.”
The
detective slowly placed the pen on his desk again. “You sense it.”
“Right.”
Detective
Connor stretched his arms and folded his fingers behind his head. “So you
don’t see the person crying. You don’t hear anyone crying. You don’t actually see a child.”
“That’s
right.” She knew what was coming but knowing didn’t diminish the
frustration. Or the pain in once again not being believed. “I’m something
of a psychic.” She hadn’t meant to sound small, but that’s how it came out
anyway.
Detective
Connor dropped his hands to the desk and jerked the pen off the notepad.
“You’re psychic.”
“Yes.”
“I
see. And you’re sensing that this child you can’t see or hear is
frightened.”
“I
know it.”
“Okay,
where is this child? We’ll be sure to check it out, won’t we Brendan?”
“Absolutely.”
Now
Amanda didn’t bother trying to keep her hands still. She squeezed her fingers
and released. Squeezed and released. “I don’t know.”
“Ms.
Masterson, what exactly do you expect us to do? You don’t have any idea of who
the kid is or how we can find it.”
“Her.
I’m sure it’s a little girl crying.” She shook her head and narrowed her
brows in worry. “I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d had a report of a
domestic disturbance or something I might be able to draw on. I’ve been sensing
her for two days now. It’s getting worse. She’s scared and I don’t know how to
help her.” Her voice had risen to the point that people at desks around
them had stopped to look. Amanda took another deep breath. “Look, I’m
sorry. If I had more information, I’d tell you. But I can’t keep this to myself
anymore.”
“Can’t
keep what to yourself, miss? You haven’t told
us anything.”
“Amanda
Masterson,” murmured the other detective. “I think I’ve heard that
name before. Have you been involved in another police case?
“Yes,
last year in Spokane.” She had lived there until moving the eighty or so
miles to Milford, Idaho. Once she had helped the Spokane police solve the
murder case, she’d lost all privacy. People called morning, noon, and night
asking for help in finding everything from lost dogs to lost keys. Or worse,
more lost children. The stories had broken her heart and the constant requests
had destroyed her peace. When her landlord told her she’d have to move or
control the numbers of people banging on her door, she had little choice but to
leave the Washington town. She’d chosen a smaller place in the more rural
neighboring state. The last thing she needed now was to have the same problem
start up again.
Do you have a favorite scene? Yes. The final scene. *grin* I can’t say more.
What advice would you give a beginner? There isn’t any better writing lesson than to write. Write, write. But not just for yourself. The hardest lesson is to give your work to an impartial reader and see where what you’ve written can be improved. There isn’t a writer in the world, from Stephen King to a kid in the fifth grade struggling over a writing assignment who can’t benefit from constructive criticism.
Lora came to me through Black Velvet Seductions. She’s the first in a series of interviews with many of their authors.
Author Bio
Not unlike many of her characters, Lora Logan is
attracted to tough, tattooed men, and is lucky enough to be married to one! The
mama of three Maltese puppies, she is an animal lover and can be found most
days snuggling with them while reading or writing.
While Lora begins every story with an outline, her favorite part of writing is the fact that her characters usually steal the show. She happily follows behind with a pen in her hand as they choose their own trajectory.
Tell us about yourself
My name is Lora Logan and I write
ROMANCE, ROMANCE and more ROMANCE! I live by the philosophy to write what I’m
given, which means I have a tough time sticking to one genre of romance. I
write contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and most recently paranormal
romance. This is a bit of a taboo when it comes to writing but I can’t stop the
characters that invade my mind and demand their stories be told- whatever their
stories may be.
I am happily married to the most
perfectly imperfect man and have three babies (maltese puppies, Josie, Rambo
and Dixon.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I’ve always been a
writer, but when I knew I wanted to become an author is a different story
entirely. It took a minute. There was a picture in my mind of how my life was
supposed to end up. You know that narrative we all had to write in high school,
where do you seen yourself in ten years? Well, my life went nothing like
I had planned. After years, (and years, and years, and years), of failed
fertility treatments I finally learned that children were not in the cards for
me. It’s a difficult thing trying to figure out what your life is supposed to
be when your missing something so profound. I spent years of my life just
focused on being the best wife, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, employee…etc.
While those things are certainly fulfilling, I soon came to the realization
that there wasn’t much in my life that was just mine. So began the
journey of figuring myself out. What was my dream? What made me happy and fulfilled
as a person? After much soul searching, I found that writing fiction brings to
me a purpose that I’d been missing. A chance to share with the world the scary
inside of my mind, where these characters and their stories find life. My
family is and will always be my main focus but being an author belongs to me.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I try, I swear I do, to
read outside of my own genres… I just love romance so much I can’t seem to stop
myself! I would say that I read romance (all genres) 90% of the time. The other
10% is spent reading horror, self-help, and books on spirituality. When writing
reading can take a backseat depending on where I’m at in my own process.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults. There is a fair
amount of sex and cursing in my books although it depends greatly on the
characters. I have a potty mouth but not all of my characters share that trait.
What is your current release or project?
MYSTIC DESIRE is releasing on October 1, 2019 and is a collection of paranormal short stories. I was fortunate enough to join a group of very talented authors on this project and am so excited for its release. I loved working on this anthology and feel it’s a great opportunity for readers to find new authors they’ve not previously read. MYSTIC DESIRE has a little bit of everything, from sexy vampires, ghostly leprechauns, and lustful warlocks to enchanted artifacts. My story, CALLING ALL ANGELS is a tale of angels and demons.
I always have a lot of
things happening at once in terms of writing. Currently I am finishing a
contemporary romance novel and am set to begin working on a new series based
off of my short story in MYSTIC DESIRE. I tend to write one project at a time
while editing the previous one, that is my personal method although many
authors can write more than one book at a time. I have a romantic suspense
novel that is completed but needs some reworking and four other books that are
outlined and waiting (not so patiently) to be started.
Tell us about the key characters
Elijah is immortal, his
reality filled with the dark evils that attempt to take over the earth. He and
his brothers fight to rid the world of demons that threaten the innocents.
These demons whisper in the ears of the people to get them to fulfil their
sinister acts. With the world full of so much evil, Elijah is consumed with it.
Suffocating on it. That is until he meets Celeste. She is the perfect example
of the innocence he is trying to protect. He soon realizes that something about
her is different, bringing a peace to him that he’s never known. Their love is
not perfect and Elijah soon realizes that the things he desires most could
jeopardize the one thing he was put on this planet to do.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
MYSTIC DESIRE is a collection of short paranormal romance stories. This is a chance to read and discover the work of a diverse group of very talented authors. The themes in this book are varied, as are the collection of characters and artifacts, including Native American dream catchers, mystical jewelry, and characters such as lustful vampires, hot warlocks, a grumpy leprechaun, a ghostly terrier, a zombie apocalypse and things that go bump in the night. From soft and tender love to hot passionate, kinky sex, there is something for everyone in this anthology.
Synopsis for my short
story:
CALLING ALL ANGELS, follows Elijah, an immortal tasked with fighting against the evil that exists on earth. He finds peace when he meets his new neighbor, Celeste, but when he realizes that their love comes with a great cost, he is faced with choosing between his calling and a chance at true love.
I enjoyed writing this story because it explores the evil of the world that exists on a plain which we cannot see, and how that world bleeds into our own. A story not based on reality… or is it? Of course, this is romance – seem far-fetched? It’s not because the one thing that can rid evil in any reality is love.
Do you have a favorite scene?
There are two scenes
that stand out in my mind. The first is the initial sex scene. It is a favorite
because it changed as it was being written. As with writing project I have the
story finished in my mind and in the form of an outline prior to starting it.
This particular scene ended up changing entirely as if the characters didn’t
appreciate what I was going for. I like when my characters take control of
their own trajectory and this was certainly one of those times.
My other favorite was
the end. Of course, I’m giving none of that away.
What advice would you give a beginner?
Just write it already! Maybe the
most seasoned of writers can start a manuscript knowing exactly how everything
is going to work and write it perfectly from beginning to end – but that is far
from the norm. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever met such an author. Write the
story. Those holes in your story that you couldn’t work through in your mind
will resolve themselves as the words are written. Your characters will develop
into their own and you will learn them, how they respond, how they feel and what
makes them unique. You will not be perfect, your story will need reworking.
It’s an evolution that will happen naturally. If you’re anything like me, you
will need an editor and they will help you not only with grammatical issues but
also with the flow of your story. Your creativity is a gift, respect the gifts
you are given and act on them. Lastly, the more you write the easier it
becomes.
Madison and I connected through a post on Twitter. She’s a poet who uses words to convey a powerful message. From the few excerpts I’ve read, she’s quite talented.
Author Bio
Madison Gonzalez is an Empowerment Poet, wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend. A Leo. An INFP. A 7W2. Aside from her family holding her heart – she is a lover of celebrations, bubble-baths, detoxing, Merlot, the ocean, and of course, poetry. She turned to writing after her crippling battle with Post-Partum Depression and Anxiety following the birth of her son. She has known heartbreak but swears she is stronger for it. She uses writing as a way to heal – herself and others. Madison is a recovering perfectionist who preaches the value of self love and the value of sharing your story. She knows the importance of a light in the darkness and hopes she can use her voice to be that for others
Tell us about yourself.
I am an Indianapolis-based Empowerment Poet and Public
Speaker. With a background in communication, my message highlights the value
and importance sharing your story. I address topics of resilience, authenticity,
self-acceptance, self-care, and self-love.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I knew I wanted to be an author when I realized how much
writing healed me. One day I sat down and poetry began pouring out of me. When
I couldn’t stop thinking in poetry – I knew I had to pursue it.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I spend most of my time reading poetry. I write poetry as
well.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults and Young Adults
What is your current release or project?
Dear Mirror: A Poetic Journey of Self-Reflection and
Empowerment
Tell us about the key characters
The main character is intended to be both the author and the
reader. Dear Mirror is dedicated to anyone ready to finally recognize their
reflection and strives to drive the point that we are all connected through
struggle and triumph.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Broken into four parts Convex,
Refraction, Concave, and Reflection, this collection of poetry and
prose explores some of life’s most difficult challenges – mental health issues,
relationship struggles, and societal standards.
Dear Mirror is a book of empowerment
poetry that will guide the reader from a place of insecurity,
darkness, heartbreak, and pain to discovering the true power that comes with
hope, perseverance, and owning one’s true identity by embracing genuine
self-acceptance and self-love.
Share an excerpt
The curtain opens to a place of darkness. A place of convex distortion. A place of blame and insecurity. A place of outward perspective and a lack of control. Though, through a series of trials, heartbreaks, and epiphanies, the story and the character begin to change – the light begins to bend and refraction occurs. The story twists to a concave, inward inspection. A claiming of identity and responsibility. During the process of looking within – a new strength is born. An unstoppable power that cannot be shaken by the storms outside – not mental health, not betrayal, not societal standards. The foundation is strong because it is true – the crystal-clear reflection of self that can’t be seen in any mirror; the most powerful force on Earth.
That is very deep and meaningful. Beautiful! Do you have a favorite scene?
Inner Peace on Page 94 – the first poem in the final chapter,
Reflection. This is the first poem of epiphany after the struggle experienced
in the previous chapters.
What advice would you give a beginner?
First and foremost, write for yourself. Your message may not
be for everybody but it is for somebody and that somebody needs to hear what
you have to say. Stories outlive their tellers. Stories are your legacy. Don’t
give up and don’t ever stop.
Amelia and I met through a mutual friend – thank you Jules Hunter! I’ve enjoyed my conversations with her and learning about her writing. I have one of her books on my kindle and it is pushing aside others because I must read it. FYI – Amelia writes adults only stuff and her excerpts are YUMMY but not for youngsters… send the kids to bed . This interview is sexy, sassy, and delicious! Adults only!
Tell us about yourself.
I’m Amelia Oliver, a
British author from a small town on the coast. I’m a mummy, wifey, disabled and
a mental health advocate.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I always wanted to
write, but never dared. I suffer from severe anxiety and exposing myself
through publishing a story used to be extremely scary. It still is, only now I
have some amazing supporters who never let me doubt myself.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I love to read PNR,
reverse harems and sci-fi. But I’ll read almost anything I can get my mitts
on.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults. Definitely
adults.
What is your current release or project?
I have two! Book 2 in
the Everly Davis Chronicles Four Ever, and Blaze. Both very different
stories.
Tell us about the key characters
In Four Ever, the main character is a young woman from Manchester. Her mum died, and left her a house in the seaside town of Scarborough. When she got there she met Leyland, the Cupid. Karl, the Earth Elemental. And Garrot, the telektentic.
In Blaze Kayla just turned 20, the world has been destroyed by war, zombies known as “Panda” roam the lands. She meets Connor, who can read minds. Charlie, who is a healer. Crowely is is half “Brute”
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Pre-order now! Release date 11/4/19
Blaze Blurb
“To rid this world of evil, I must first Blaze.”
History tells of a time long ago when small town scientist Dr Isaac’s discovered the cure for cancer. Great right? And it was… For a time. The “Advanced” were born.
I am one of few remaining immune to a virus created to kill only humans. Broken, cold-hearted I fight tooth and claw to survive, life in the wastes is harsh every day a battle. Baby and I give no quarter to those who cross us. I just want to find and kill the guy who murdered my mother, and kill him… slowly.
But destiny has other ideas for me. Four men claim I’m theirs, but am I too broken to be with them? Fate decrees we save the world together, but first we must discover who we really are.
My name is Kayla, and this is a story of how war never changes. But humankind does.
⚠️ This is a reverse harem novel suitable for over
18’s ONLY. Rape and domestic violence are mentioned in this book. Sexually
explicit scenes. I would love for you to read this book, but please be aware of
these advisements. Mental health is extremely important. ⚠️
Four Ever Blurb
“Five of us stand
between a vengeful God, his monsters and end of the world.”
As Queen of the seas,
the fate of the world now rests upon my shoulders. My powers are raw and
untapped, I must learn to harness them quickly before my father kills me and
everything I love.
With just four weeks
before Poseidon plans to wipe out all of humankind, my men and I must work
together to formulate a plan to destroy him, adding one more problem to the mix
could make or break us.
As a Selkie army moves
closer and closer and other outside forces threaten to destroy all that I hold
dear, can we survive long enough to put that plan into action?
Should we fail, it
would mean the end.
⚠️ This is a reverse harem novel suitable for
over 18’s ONLY. Rape and domestic violence are mentioned in this book. Sexually
explicit scenes. I would love for you to read this book, but please be aware of
these advisements. Mental health is extremely important. ⚠️
Share an excerpt
Blaze – When I open my eyes again all I see are dead bodies, they just haven’t hit the ground yet. Holding my katana with both hands I swipe left and right, heads drop to the floor and roll. Blood, guts and pieces of flesh fly through the air as the four of us decimate the crowd around Chris. A particularly fresh Panda lunges at me, his teeth filled with blood and bits of skin. He snaps at my face as I take one hand off my blade to push his chest, making him fall back into the bodies behind him.
I swing my weapon in an arc, taking down several other Panda on the way
I remove his head from his body. Something hard hits my ribs, turning I come
face to face with a Panda who is clearly several months old. The skin on his
face is peeling away, leaning forward to bite me his foul breath fans my face.
I force myself to not puke as I reach out to move him back when something hits
me from behind sending me falling forward. I land on top of the gross Panda my
hand crunching through his ribs as we land, and my fist hitting the ground
beneath him. Stabbing my blade beside his hip I pull my hand back and thrust it
into his face, palm out, it plows through his skull and into his brain, ending
his life.
Someone shouts my name, but I cannot see through the cluster closing in
on me. Grabbing my weapon I yank it out of the earth and stand. Connor, Crowley
and Charlie have disappeared into the masses. That’s fine, I got this. With a
battle cry, I spin on the spot. My sword held in both hands as I slice limbs from
bodies, cut open throats and remove jaws from faces. A masculine voice rings
out again just as my legs are taken from under me, and a heavy weight lands on
my back taking the breath from my lungs. “Fuck!” My blade drops to
the ground as my wrist hits dirt; pain shoots up my arm and I cry out. The
weight shifts and the stench of death wraps around me.
Twisting my head slightly my eyes lock on with a slightly milky pair. One
of Chris’s people. Hells yea. Pushing off the ground, I stand still completely
surrounded by Panda. My cutlass nowhere in sight, I panic for just a second.
Ending my little freak out, the odd Panda thrusts it’s hand towards me, a small
blade rests there. Hands grab my shoulders as I snatch up the blade and turn
jamming it into the skull of a bad Panda. Fuck sake, we are so going to have to
come up with new names for normal Panda and Chris’ people. This is just getting
confusing.
Punching faces with one hand and stabbing with the other I rack up quite
the body count, Panda Beta?, PB for short?, I make headway into the troop of
old Panda, OP for short?. The grey of the container comes into view as more
bodies litter the floor. Careful not to trip I start to use their fallen bodies
to climb further into the dwindling posse. Not moving towards the structure,
but deeper into the Panda. Determined to clear the area I continue to use blade
and hand to crush, punch, rip and tear through bodies. I lose myself in the
heat of the battle, I love this.
“Kayla? What the fuck!”
Crowley’s voice can
hardly be heard over the sounds of crunching bone, the shiver inducing sound of
my blade sinking into soft gooey flesh and my own grunts of exertion. So many
carcasses are around me now that I have to climb over the top of a pile so that
more can reach me and meet their final deaths. I see a flash of the black
t-shirt Connor is wearing, then a glimpse of the one Charlie is wearing as
another Panda swings its arm out hitting me in the face. Grunting I shake it
off until something hard hits the back of my head making me bite my lip. Wiping
the back of my hand across my mouth it comes away wet. I don’t need to look to
know its blood, I can taste it. The world spins for the millionth time in a few
short days. I feel myself falling.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Shaking my head clear I push my hands against the Panda in front of me to stop
myself from falling. Turning around I come face to face with a massive Panda.
Its milky eyes bore into mine as it reaches out wrapping both hands around my
throat, squeezing. Struggling to get air past the digits around my neck I slam
my fists into the creases of his arms, but he doesn’t break his vice like grip.
Shit.
Memories assault me, laying helpless under a pile of rubble in a dark
room. My blood cooling against the dirty wooden floor beneath me. Wishing with
every ounce of my soul that I wasn’t a broken bitch, that I could just allow
myself to love. And be loved. My mother’s face looking concerned as I refused
to get to know any of the boys who visited Kaleidoscope farm. Hands grab my
body in all directions and teeth sink into my flesh as four distinct male
voices scream my name.
Four Ever
“Oh!” She
moans out, and rocks her hips making Le slip in and out of her. The view I see
is erotic as fuck. I take myself in my hand as Karl sits beside me. At some
point he’d got naked and now has his own cock in his hand, pumping up and down
with his both his hands wrapped around it. Karl and I have never touched each
other during sex with other women, but I spit into the palm of my hand and rub
it over his bell end. His light grey eyes flick to Everly`s, then to
mine.
“Yes! So
fucking sexy, oh I’m close!” Ever watches us with open interest.
“Karl do the same
to Garrot, lick your palm and rub the end of his cock for me.” His eyes
flick to mine again, then he licks his hand and slowly, he rubs it over the tip
of me.
“You dirty
bitch Ever. You like watching us pleasure each other, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,
more!” She mewls back. Oh fuck me, the dirty little bitch. I wrap a hand
around Karl’s cock, and bend to lick the bead of precum there. Then, with his
saltiness still on my tongue, I take Ever’s mouth with a punishing kiss.
My tongue
massaging hers as she moans into my mouth. I slap two fingers to her clit,
taking care to not hit Le too, she shatters, throwing her head back onto
Leylands chest. My hand strokes my cock until I cum all over her pussy and
Leylands cock as he pistons in and out. Painting them both white.
“Oh
fuck!” He shouts out and cums deep inside our girl.
“Cum
Karl.” Ever says between panting breaths. Oh fuck me, she’s dominating
him. Her words draw a long moan from his mouth and he explodes all over the
floor, long jets spurting out of him, moaning to the ceiling. All eyes are on Ever
as we ride waves of pleasure. We all sit there in the bathroom, panting and
sated. It’s only nine a.m and already I’m dreading the day, but what a way to
start it.
Leyland
Garrot leans forward
towards us, and cums all over my cock, the hot slick liquid sliding down my
balls, mixing with Everly`s juices and I explode inside her.
“Oh
fuck.” My eyes roll back into my head and I moan out my pleasure. After we
all just sit there, catching our breaths.
“I love you all
so much,” she says on a sob. The three of us immediately sober and we each
wrap our arms around her.
“It’s going
to be okay.”
“Babe, we are
here with you.”
“My love,
we love you too.”
Damn. We are all
scared, none of us want to lose what we’ve so recently built. We also don’t
want the planet to be destroyed, it’s a heavy load to bear, but I have faith
the four of us can defeat Poseidon and his army of Elite. Together we can do
anything.
I look down at my
watch absently, it’s nine AM, Will and his men will be here any second. Time to
get ourselves cleaned up and dressed, ready for training to begin.
“Will and
his clan will be here soon. We need to get dressed,” I reluctantly say to
everyone. Everly opens her eyes and wipes them. I give her a reassuring smile
as she turns to look at me. “I’ll do brekky,” Karl replies. “I’ll run
the vac around downstairs too, I may have got dirt on the hallway carpet.
Sorry.” His eyes are downcast as Ever looks to him.
“It’s your
house too, not just mine. It’s our home. The four of us.” To drive her
point home, she stands and crouches down in front Karl, cum dripping on the
floor. “If you’ve got mud on the carpet, you better go clean it up,”
she says quietly into his ear. His dick gets hard again and he bites his bottom
lip.
“Yes Miss.”
Looking into her eyes he puts his lips to hers softly, then stands to get
dressed. Huh, interesting. I never knew Karl liked to be dominated. I’ve never
seen him like that before, Ever was so sexy bossing him around, my own dick
twitches again.
“Best get
dressed before we spend all day in this room.” I say on a laugh.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Ooh yes. In both. In
Four Ever it’s when Everly tells Leyland…. But I can’t tell you that. But I
cried writing it.
And in Blaze it’s when
Charlie asks Kayla .. I cannot tell you that either. But I cried like a baby,
as did my Alphas!
Oh – you are a tease!!! What advice would you give a beginner?
Accept help. You won’t
think other authors are willing to help, but they are. Some… well there aren’t
many who aren’t really really nice. Oh and get a PA. They are invaluable. Do it
early on. Make sure they read what you write first, build a friendship with
them. The relationship you build with your PA is paramount. Also don’t reveal
your cover right away, tease readers with it. Reveal a little at a time, make a
game of it. Engage with readers, they love it. Social media is scary, very
scary. But it’s a must! Ask questions, talk about yourself and encourage them
to talk about themselves. I wish you the best of luck!
Jessica Lynn and I connected through social media.
Author Bio
I have a
strong belief that when something of value is broken- a person, a keepsake, or
a relationship- you don’t throw it away, you fix it! Whether the thing in need
of repair is a character trait, an attitude, an heirloom, or a marriage- you do
whatever is necessary to repair it if possible.
My focus is relationships. My passion is love. Much of my writing embraces themes such as renewed relationships, trust and forgiveness, repentance and correction, and character refining. I was given the advice once, “Don’t be afraid to be bold,” and that is how I try to approach my writing.
Tell us about yourself.
I’m in my late 30’s and married to my
husband of 16 years. We live in New England with our four children ages 2-11, 2
cats, and a hamster.
Aside from my writing I also blog, and
homeschool 2 of my children.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I’ve been writing since I was a kid. I’m not
sure I ever thought I’d be an author but I always had a secret desire to be
published.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I enjoy drama, historical fiction, romance
and some thrillers. I prefer not to read books in the genre I write in because
I find it affects my own voice. I do read some authors but I’m specific about
the ones I choose.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
Adults as it contains some sexual content
What is your current release or project?
I’ve recently released my debut novel,
‘Correcting Candi,’ which is book one in my ‘Starting Over’ series.
Book 2, ‘Naming His Price,’ is due to be released-
date pending.
Books 3 and 4 are works in progress.
Tell us about the key characters
In ‘Correcting Candi’, the main characters
are Candice Papageorgiou and Ralph Hamilton.
Candi is a girl in her twenties who still
lives at home in upstate New York. She comes from a wealthy family and hasn’t
learned to ‘adult’ or take responsibility for herself and her own actions, yet.
After losing another job, her
father sends her to a see a job recruiter in order to teach her a lesson. The
recruiter she sees is Ralph Hamilton.
Ralph is the complete opposite of Candi. He’s
learned from a young age to work hard and be self- reliant. When he meets Candi
at his office, he is repelled by her at first but due to some of his own ghosts
in the past, decides he would like to help her learn to be responsible. The
methods he employs are unconventional but he believes strongly in their
ability.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
Candi is a
twenty-five-year-old young woman living off her daddy’s money in New York.
Having everything handed to her certainly hasn’t helped her in the maturity
department and when her father threatens to cut her off, she has no choice but
to find a job. When she meets with a job recruiter, Ralph Hamilton, seeking
employment, he is baffled by the constant setbacks she’s had with each previous
employer. After getting to know her, Ralph is on to her. She may think life is
being unkind, but he has other ideas…
Ralph Hamilton is the owner of R. Hamilton & Co.
Life has thrown him some curve balls, but when he meets Candice, she proves to
be just the woman he needs to get his life back. Little does Candi know that
his influence in her life will go far beyond the office…
Share an excerpt
“I understand that, Mista Hamilton but you still haven’t told me what you are proposing…”
He sat back and nodded his agreement. “What I am proposing, Candice is for you to allow me to reform you.” His eyes met hers, silently, with an authoritative presence that was all their own. She wanted to burst out laughing again but when she looked into his eyes, she could see he wasn’t bluffing. “And how do you intend to do that?” she questioned, eyes wide with disbelief. “First, I would like to make it very clear that our relationship would be strictly platonic. I am not out to hit on you or try to take advantage of you. I will view you as an employer views their employee. You likewise will refer to me as Sir. You would reside in my home and have rules which you would be expected to follow and routines which you would be expected to keep. Adherence to your rules and responsibilities would earn you rewards and privileges and rule breaking would earn you punishments.”
“Um,” she croaked, her mouth dry from falling open. “What do you mean by punishments?”
“I mean that you will be punished for failure to adhere to my authority in any way that I see fit. The methods I use could be as simple as a reprimand or they could be as complex and humbling as a thorough bare bottom spanking, given over my knee. Do you catch my drift?”
Blushing – she could actually feel herself blushing! She couldn’t remember the last time she had done so. No one had that effect on her, ever. And while she sat there trying to contain her embarrassment, and arousal, he sat across from her cool as a cucumber, not so much as breaking a sweat.
Do you have a favorite scene?
Probably this one, because the
characters have come to a place in their journey together, where they are
finally on the same page…
“I don’t want you to let me…” Candi
interjected, her eyes pleading in his direction. Fear was etched across her
face, a look he’d never seen her wear before. He’d seen her nervous before,
yes. She was nervous when he gave her a spanking, but this was not that. Every
feature of her face was drawn out and taut as if her life itself depended on
his staying. “Please don’t go, Ralph.”
She reached out for him afraid this would be the last time, afraid he’d make
her leave and not return. “I’ll take the spanking, please. I want to do better
than this. Teach me, Ralph, teach me to do right.”
What advice would you give to a new writer?
Well, I am still a beginner myself, but to anyone who has a
dream to write or be published my advice is to hone the skill. Do everything
you can to protect your dream and carve out time to work on it. Set aside time
for yourself each day to work towards your goal- and let others know that time
is yours, and only to interrupt if absolutely necessary.
One piece of advice that helps me is – you won’t start off a great writer. Your writing will get better as you do it!
Nyxie Mars and I met through social media. We’re on a lot of the same groups.
Author Bio
Nyxie Marrs is a newly published author. Dabbling in the mystery and suspense genre, but doesn’t limit herself to just that. Reading books of all genres can spark an inspiration. (Writing them is a different story.)
With a brief, (several years) hiatus, writing is back in her life with more ideas than she can jot down. There are several books in the works, and only a few to be published. Writing, researching, and editing between the multiple books sounds daunting, (and often is) it keeps her on her toes.
With the passion of creativity constantly coursing, these characters have a mind of their own. Often times, an idea hits her and she scrambles to write it down. ‘Storing’ that new book info in one of those genius places you’ll never forget (like memory) can fail, so scrambling to write everything down is a major must.
She takes the good with the bad and keeps a positive outlook on everything. Nothing will stop her from sharing her books, created worlds, and odd characters with the world.
Tell us about yourself
I’m a wife, and a mother of one living in California. I enjoy the rainy days, but the sunny weather permits more outdoor activities.
I love to hike and walk through nature trails. Inspiration hits me no matter where I’m at, but the quiet of nature does help my mind relax and I am able to recenter myself. Along with that, I am an amateur photographer, and archery is one of my favorite activities. In my free time, which doesn’t happen often, is when I find time to write. It’s a good thing I can type fast when a scene pops into my mind, making the most out of the opportunities I have to myself.
I have ample support from the friends and family who know I write, which helps motivate me to put my work out there.
When did you know you wanted to be an author?
I’ve always wanted to be an author, I have several pieces written that have sat for years. It’s only recently I’ve decided to push myself into publishing. Funny enough, my old writing has brought out inspiration for new books, but everything I intend to publish so far are new ideas.
What genres do you like to read? Are these the same genres you write in?
I read different types of genres. If it sounds interesting, or if the first few pages are promising, I take a chance. Not all the genres I read are what I write in, but I am noticing now, that I write in multiple genres.
Is your book for adults, young adults or children?
All my writing is for adults. There may be triggers from violent situations, there’s mild language, and suggestive statements.
What is your current release or project?
My current release is titled: Etched In Glass It will be available September 13, 2019 in E-book and paperback on Amazon. I have multiple projects in the works.
Tell us about the key characters
The key characters in this book are names Vega Carson, and Miles Castor. Both are investigating a series of abductions and hitting dead ends. Vega takes a bold chance and investigates while off the clock. Miles is set on finding the abductor, but doesn’t run into much information until he meets Vega.
Her determination creates complications as Miles tries to help her investigate. She intends to get results no matter what it takes, and won’t let things stand in her way.
What is your blurb or synopsis of the book?
A string of abductions catch the interest of one FBI agent, Vega Carson, whose sister is a recent victim. The only clue left behind? A number etched into the bottom of a whiskey glass. With her determination to save the victims in his grasp, she does the unthinkable: Allows someone to join her risky off-hours operation to find the suspect.
Miles Castor, a detective for the local police department, needs information on a case. The last thing he thought he’d find is a powerful woman hell-bent on finding the same criminal.
It’s a struggle between them as he infiltrates her life and assists in the search.
Share an excerpt
“Sorry.” That soft voice, with concern in his eyes is all I can think about. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Do I need anything? Why am I considering having someone tag along to my game of ‘catch the killer’? I shake my head and finally look him in the eyes.
“I’m fine.” Even I felt the ice from that cold tone. I need distance. This isn’t going to go well for me and I just need to stop this now. I can’t have him involved. “I think I need to go.” I stand up.
He places a hand on my shoulder as I try to walk by him. He isn’t trying to forcefully stop me, but my body stills at the contact. I close my eyes and I can feel his warmth surround me. I can’t do this. Not now.
Do you have a favorite scene?
I do have a favorite scene, but it’s towards the end of the book and I don’t want to give away spoilers.
What advice would you give a beginner?
I would say to never give up. Sounds cliche, I know, but it’s true. I gave up a while ago but always felt the need to write. Push yourself into doing something bold too. Don’t be afraid of the criticism, there will always be someone who likes your work, and others who won’t. It happens to everyone.
