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Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Author Keith Rosson: Six Things About Me With Numbers in Them + giveaway

SIX THINGS ABOUT ME WITH NUMBERS IN THEM 


1) I live with my two-legged girlfriend and our pair of three-legged dogs. And there are also four silver mannequin legs at rest beside our front door. If you include my two legs, that’s fourteen legs total. Just saying.


2) Smoke City is my second published novel, but was my third novel manuscript. My first published novel, The Mercy of the Tide, was my fourth novel manuscript. I have – as of yesterday! – finished a sixth manuscript. Meanwhile, there was a fifth manuscript that I wrote and I ultimately wasn’t happy with. Are you confused yet?

3) For every short story I finish, there are about six or seven that remain half-done. And for every short story that I place in a magazine or journal or online outlet, there are two or three that are done and still trying to find homes. And for every five thousand words that I write that make it out into the world, there are probably 20,000-30,000 that don’t quite go anywhere, resting in the odd half-life of my computer.

4) I submitted a particular short story 25 times over a period of nearly three years before it was finally accepted. I believed in its value, believed that it was a good story. I was then paid more money for that story than anything else I’d written, short of selling my novels. Not that financial compensation should necessarily be the measure with which we gauge our stuff, but it came as a nice surprise, and reminded me in the importance of holding steadfast to that belief in the work.

5) Smoke City was rejected by over 90 literary agents before it was picked up.

6) All of these – even the first one, because those dogs teach me a lot - are about perseverance.

Smoke City
by Keith Rosson
January 23rd 2018
Published by: Meerkat Press
Genres: Adult, Magical Realism
Marvin Deitz has some serious problems. His mob-connected landlord is strong-arming him out of his storefront. His therapist has concerns about his stability. He’s compelled to volunteer at the local Children’s Hospital even though it breaks his heart every week.

Oh, and he’s also the guilt-ridden reincarnation of Geoffroy Thérage, the French executioner who lit Joan of Arc’s pyre in 1431. He’s just seen a woman on a Los Angeles talk show claiming to be Joan, and absolution seems closer than it’s ever been . . . but how will he find her?

When Marvin heads to Los Angeles to locate the woman who may or may not be Joan, he’s picked up hitchhiking by Mike Vale, a self-destructive alcoholic painter traveling to his ex-wife’s funeral. As they move through a California landscape populated with “smokes” (ghostly apparitions that’ve inexplicably begun appearing throughout the southwestern US), each seeks absolution in his own way.




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Keith Rosson is the author of the novels The Mercy of the Tide (2017, Meerkat Press) and Smoke City (2018, Meerkat Press). His short fiction has appeared in Cream City Review, PANK, Redivider, December, and more. An advocate of both public libraries and non-ironic adulation of the cassette tape, he can be found at keithrosson.com.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Top 10 tips for living in a house full of supernaturals. (Elements of Mischief book tour) + giveaway

Top 10 tips for living in a house full of supernaturals.


Living in a house with six magical dragons, supernatural husbands require the following precautions be taken:

1. Always check the toilet seat before sitting, chances are it’s up

2. Keep a fire extinguisher in every room

3. Don’t be shocked when plants appear in the middle of your bedroom floor

4. Stock up on sheets. Lots of sheets.

5. Don’t worry about paying your power bills, they’ve got that covered!

6. Undertaking a home reno? Now you are!

7. You’ll never run out of hot water, so take long showers.

8. Nudity is a part of life, embrace it and move on.

9. Company must always call first--unless they like orgies.

10. Your mother-in-law is NEVER staying over.



Elements of Mischief (Hijinks Harem #1)
by C.M. Stunich, Tate James
October 4th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Four hunky, supernatural plumbers.

One reluctant, slightly drunk human.

A match made in heaven…or in the bathroom, rather.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I’m the proud owner of a house haunted by my dead Gram, best friend to a cocktail dress loving werewolf, and apparent soul mate to four plumbers who also happen to be elemental dragons. Besides rippling pectorals, tattoos, and…uh, nice, long pipes, the guys also have control of the elements.

Supernatural law (whoever heard of such a thing anyway?) dictates that since I stumbled upon the guys in their alternate forms, I have to marry them. All four of them. Oh, and apparently one lousy (okay, awesome) night of sex means that I’m an elemental, too—and no amount of magical penicillin can cure this disease.

All I wanted was hot running water and toilets that flushed, but now I’m dealing with monsters lurking in the sewers, supernatural politics, and four penniless (but totally hot) plumbers living in my crumbling old Victorian.

I’m Ari Smoke, wine aficionado, ex-barista, and a girl who is completely out of her element.

Having four hot husbands is nice…but the death threats, not so much.



About the Authors:
Tate James was born and raised in the Land of the Long White Cloud (New Zealand) but now lives in Australia with her husband, baby, and furbaby.

She is a lover of books, red wine, cats and coffee and is not a morning person. She is a bit too sarcastic and swears too much for polite society and definitely tells too many dirty jokes.



C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn’t mind – especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them every day, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.

She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she’s not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She’s the author of over thirty novels – romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There’s a heck of a lot to do there.

Oh, and Caitlin loves to chat (incessantly), so feel free to e-mail her, send her a Facebook message, or put up smoke signals. She’s already looking forward to it.



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Monday, January 22, 2018

Book Review: Rise (Spelldrift: Coven of Fire Book 1) by Sierra Cross + giveaway

Rise (Spelldrift: Coven of Fire Book 1)
by Sierra Cross
June 15th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy
Pages: 284
I closed the door on magic long ago...the day it made me an orphan.

Ten years ago, the Coven of Fire sacrificed their lives--my mother among them--to hold off an overwhelming demonic force. Now it's back.

As a poorly-paid bartender, how can any of this be my problem? But Callie, another orphan of that battle, swears I'm the key to reviving the coven. And there's an incredibly sexy guardian stranded on my couch who's promising to help me stop the demons and keep the veil between the realms standing.

One problem: I've never been able to use magic. Our local bad boy warlock assures me I have the talent, but even if I did, we don't have enough witches to complete a coven. The only way to survive is to pull together this pack of magicborn misfits, who have more secrets than spells, into a makeshift coven.

Can we--three untrained witches, a sarcastic warlock, and an overly intense guardian--take back the city...before the Demongate falls and the forces that killed my mother destroy us too?


Alix was born from a powerful witch bloodline but did not follow in the footsteps of her mother. Alix’s family along with many others were killed ten years ago in a bus crash leaving her to be raised by her Aunt Jenn. Only now is Alix learning that it wasn’t a bus crash but a demon attack. Matt, a guardian, was thrown into another realm by one of the witches in the fight, saving his life and trapping him there unchanged until a witch could set him free. He used this time to watch over Alix and train her in martial arts. 

Out of the blue, Callie shows up after ten years and wants to revive the coven. No one will believe Alix that she has no magic, not Callie, Matt or Asher, a warlock she met while bartending. Alix realized that her life was going nowhere as a bartender and decided it was time to grow up.

For me, one thing that makes a great book is the author’s ability to paint a clear picture of each character and Cross did a magnificent job of that. I had cast each one of them as if it the book was a movie and chose who I was rooting for. Rise is the first book of the Spelldrift: Coven of Fire series which will have a total of five books. As the story continues I hope we get a more in-depth look at some of the other characters which will only increase the enjoyment of the stories.



Be sure to check back often. Denise reviews books 2-4 too!
Review: Rise (Spelldrift: Coven of Fire Book 1)

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Spells and skyscrapers. Warriors and warlocks. Coven secrets and forbidden romances. Sierra Cross lives for urban fantasy, for modern magic and the bold supernatural beings who stalk our contemporary world. Her Spelldrift universe stars kickass witches and their heroic guardians, as well as vampires, shifters, mages, Fidei, and the dark demonic forces that threaten them all.



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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Book Review: Judgment Road (Torpedo Ink #1) by Christine Feehan

Judgment Road (Torpedo Ink #1)
by Christine Feehan
January 23, 2018

462 pages
Berkley Publishing
An outlaw motorcycle club sets up shop next door to Sea Haven in the dangerously sexy new series from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan.



A brutal education in a Russian training facility for assassins has taught this group of men one thing:

It's a long road to redemption.

JUDGMENT ROAD

As the enforcer of the Torpedo Ink motorcycle club, Reaper lives for riding and fighting. He's a stone-cold killer who turns his wrath on those who deserve it. Feelings are a weakness he can't afford--until a gorgeous bartender gets under his skin...

Near Sea Haven, the small town of Caspar has given Anya Rafferty a new lease on life. And she's desperate to hold on to her job at the biker bar, even if the scariest member of the club seems to have it out for her. But Reaper's imposing presence and smoldering looks just ratchet up the heat. 

Anya's touch is everything Reaper doesn't want--and it brands him to the bone. But when her secrets catch up to her, Reaper will have to choose between Anya and his club--his heart and his soul.

Torpedo Ink is the brand-new bad-ass motorcycle club series by paranormal romance author extraordinaire Christine Feehan. Judgment Road, the first installment in the series, is the tale of Reaper and Anya; he’s the club’s deadly enforcer, she’s the mysterious new bartender something to hide. Their attraction is undeniable and completely combustible but when both parties have more than their fair share of baggage, a harmonious union is next to impossible. Therein lay the delicious drama of Judgment Road.


Readers familiar with Feehan’s work will be well-acquainted with her off the charts sexy style, so it should come as no surprise that Judgment Road—a story about dangerous outlaw bikers —is a deliciously dirty good time. You’ve been warned, or lured, whatever suits your reading preference. Personally, I loved Judgement Road. The damaged bad boy motif never seems to get old for me. While the basic plot isn’t overly original, Judgment Road is some fine storytelling to kick off what will likely be a fan-fave series. While I find some aspects of Feehan’s biker club construct to be problematic, I was able to suspend my feminist outrage and enjoy the ride; a few eye-rolls notwithstanding.

The paranormal aspects of the Torpedo Ink club are subtle so far. Members of the club are highly trained assassins, each member possessing ‘gifts’ that make them dangerously indispensable to the group. These gifts seem to have been honed rather than inherited. Through extreme duress, club members learned to use their minds to survive. I cannot wait for the rest of this series to roll out. With a complete cast of varied members, I look forward to reading the next member’s story. I especially look forward to reading the stories of the female members of Torpedo Ink.

Four Sheep





Bianca Greenwood

About the Author:
I write every day and have done so since I was old enough to pick up a pen. (I spent a lot of time getting in trouble at school for writing instead of doing the things I was supposed to do.) Once I create my characters, I try very hard to have them react to situations as they really would. Sometimes I have preconceived ideas of what I would like them to do, but they don't mind me, because it would be out of character for them. They take on a life of their own. Sometimes when I throw difficult situations at them in the hopes I'll get a certain reaction and they don't do what I want, I complain bitterly to my husband and he laughs at me. Still, it is important to me to have them be real, not perfect people, so they make mistakes we lesser mortals might make.

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It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation...

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York's poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity's sake. She doesn't fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny's twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she'd never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing's more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submission she's always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami's missteps and she'll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she's finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

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His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.

It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.

She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he'd turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn't planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn't care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn't want anything to ruin it.

"Mmm, you taste foolishly brave," he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.

Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.

She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.

"You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?" he asked. "Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?"

If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he'd been aware, only turned her on more.

"No, but it's a start," she replied.

He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh. "Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it's a start."

He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn't have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.

Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.

Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn't afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.

Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire's secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.

"You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way," she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.

A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.

"That's what makes decorating so easy," he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. "The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?"

"My feet never get cold," she replied.

She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. "Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge."

It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.

"You're free to take it however you like," she pointed out, but it wasn't flippant.

No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.

"I don't need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want," he stated, before lowering his voice even more. "I don't wait for holidays."


About the Author:

     


A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

She's 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. When A.C. isn't writing, being mom or doing the day-job gig, you can catch her gaming, binge-watching Netflix or anxiously awaiting the new superhero movie (specifically, Deadpool 2).


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