Ashlynn Monroe

It seems like it's been so long ago now.  My first book was published by Wild Horse Press in June of 2010.  My two year authorversery is coming up and I'd like to say thank you to J and the staff at Wild Horse Press for all the love and support they gave me when I was a "virgin" in this business.  I've been around the block a few times now (bahahah!) and so have many of my very over-sexed heroines, but I still feel "new" at this.  If J hadn't seen a glimmer of hope for me I'd still be just a girl who enjoys daydreaming.  To celebrate my Authorversery I'll email a free ebook copy of my self-published short story Denae's Lesson to anyone who requests a copy in June 2012.  Just email ashlynn.monroe@live.com.  Thanks so much for your support.

Here is a submission call for Ruby Lioness Press for their Christmas anthology.

Ruby Lioness Press is currently looking for submissions for its Christmas Anthology, Under the Mistletoe.

This anthology is open to all romance genres with a Christmas theme

Any heat level is welcome, including Menage and GLBT. Stories must be romance with a HEA or Happily-for-now ending.

Stories should be:

5,000-15,000 words

Times New Roman

12pt Type

Double Space

.doc or .rtf format

Please send submissions to submissions@rubylionesspress.com on or before August 31st, 2012.

Here is a submission call for Ruby Lioness Press for Military romance novella's.

Military Romance

Ruby Lioness Press is currently looking for military romance novella submissions to be released around Veteran’s Day (November 11, 2012).

Any heat level is welcome, including Menage and GLBT. Stories must be romance with a HEA or Happy-for-now ending.

Stories should be:

•3,000-15,000 words

•Times New Roman

•12pt Type

•Double Spaced

•.doc or .rtf format

Please send submissions to submissions@rubylionesspress.com on or before August 31st, 2012.

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Death—Thanatos has walked the Earth for centuries. One woman stirs his passion and obsesses his immortal heart. Nyssa. Lifetime after lifetime he loses his love due to the vengefulness of fate. Sleep—Hypnos is Thanatos’s brother also loves Nyssa. Together they will battle time to unravel the fabric of fate in an attempt to give Nyssa one more lifetime and a chance to fulfill her destiny.

Chapter One

Dressed in worn grey slacks and a black turtleneck sweater, Thanatos sat at a sticky wobbly table, watching and blending in with the shadows.

The god of death was quiet, doing his best to be as unworthy of notice as possible. The Queen of Hearts Bar and Grill bustled with joviality as the dozen or so patrons cheered and drank. There was some sporting event on the large television in the corner of the room and men shouted, made bets, and over indulged in the beer these modern Americans were so fond of drinking.

He looked at the top of his table; playing cards lay scattered, shellacked in a clear plastic on the surface. Everything in the bar had playing cards affixed to or painted onto it. A combination of red and white paint on the walls, and a playing card border, gave the place a cheerful feeling.

She seemed comfortable here in this rural tavern. He relished her casual teasing manner, watching her every movement. Thanatos hungered for the sight of her. The years of waiting had been sheer torment.

The mortals drank and gambled, casually enthusiastic in their vice. These men didn’t know it, but they were marked for a violent death. He couldn’t see one who’d die peacefully in bed after a long life. A moment of sympathy filled him. His sisters could be real bitches, and these men would eventually become their sustenance. He couldn’t see their deaths clearly, so he knew their fates had intertwined with the woman tending the bar, his woman.

“Hey sweetheart, sell me a pull tab. If I win, I’ll take you home tonight and rock your world. I love a girl with a nice round ass. What’cha say, baby?” A man in his fifties spoke loudly, drunk. He licked his lips. His lust emanated from him strongly. The drunken man’s desire, completely tainted with thoughts of pain and punishment, focused directed at Thanatos’s woman. Water-grey eyes traveled over her body with interest, but remained hard and cruel.

Thanatos’s hands balled up into fists. He held them under the table and took a deep breath, struggling against the urge to kill the foolish man. He felt his glamour waiver and refocused to hold the plain, inconspicuous form he used when he walked among mortals. If he became a muscular seven-foot-tall tattoo-covered god with wings and a bad attitude, these tavern goers would run away screaming. Or worse, snapping pictures with the camera phones they all carried. These times of instant communication made keeping secrets almost impossible.

“Thanks so much, Frank, but no thanks.” The woman tousled his hair as if he were a child.

A man relaxing at the bar burst out laughing. Another joined in, and soon they were all laughing themselves into tears, except Frank. Frank glared at her. She didn’t see the danger.

Thanatos’s hands bled as his nails dug into his palms, he’d clenched them so tightly. He fought his natural urge to protect her. Frank stood up so quickly his bar stool fell and slid across the room. He gave her the finger. She chuckled. The irate man looked at the surprised men who sat along the bar. They stopped laughing, watching his reaction.

“Fuck all of you assholes. No one laughs at me. She’s lucky anyone offered her fat ass a lay.” Frank stomped out, slamming the door open with the full force of his rage. The walls shook. A card shaped clock fell from a nail, clattering onto the grey floor. Everyone remained silent. The whole room was still except for the banging of the screen door outside as the energy dissipated from the forceful treatment it received. Then a skinny man sitting at the end of the bar started laughing again. A short chubby man stood, retrieved the stool and returned it to the bar. “Hey don’t worry about him.” The speaker was tall and thin, dressed in worn dirty work clothes. “Frank’s an asshole.” She smiled at the slurred words of comfort, unfazed.

“I own a bar. I’ve seen dogs with bigger bites than Frank. The next round is on the house.” A jubilant shout went up in unison from her clientele.

She was beautiful in a way that defied human eyes. Around thirty-six, her full figure and soft curves made him hard. Thanatos had never experienced her at such a mature age, it just made him even more desperate to relish every moment she had left. Long reddish brown hair this time, he liked it. He’d never been disappointed with her incarnation. Her eyes twinkled, so big and grey he could see the color clearly, even from across the room. Each time she looked so different, and yet the same. The last thirty years had been hell, pure complete hell. He’d tried so hard to stay away, break the cycle. Knowing she was out there in the mortal realm had burned in him like fire, eating him alive, torturing him.

She noticed him there, in the shadows. Frowning, she leaned over to whisper in the ear of the younger, shorter woman standing behind the bar with her. Both of them wore red t-shirts with the tavern logo and denim jeans. He could see Nyssa was the woman’s superior from the way she’d been instructing and directing the woman earlier. The woman moved to the end of the long “L” shaped bar, retrieving a fresh beer for one of the thirsty patrons. His woman moved in his direction. He couldn’t breathe. The first meeting was always the hardest for him.

“Hi, what can I get you? I hope you haven’t been sitting long. I never saw you come in. Two for one tap beers during the game.” Her bright smile warmed him. He was always cold unless she was near.

I just want to touch her one more time. Just once and I’ll accept this. I’ll let her die this time. Thanatos felt desperate. He couldn’t speak. Emotion clogged his throat.

“Are you all right?” Her head tipped to the side a bit. A puzzled look crossed her face. She wrinkled her nose just a little, adorable.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll take a glass of red wine.” Her surprise made him realize his mistake. “Forgive me. Give me a bottle of your darkest beer please.” One of her eyebrows shot up.

“Sure thing. There’s plenty of room at the bar, you can see the game better from there.” Curious and kind, her tone reminded him why he couldn’t get her out of his head. She was always in his heart, century upon century. Her t-shirt clung to her breasts. Thanatos tried not to stare, but her frown told him she’d noticed his eyes trained on her chest.

“Thank you.” He gave nothing away. He could see it irritated her as he watched her frown deepened. He knew her well enough to know how much she liked solving puzzles. She shrugged. He remained where he was. She was back with a bottle of beer very quickly. When she handed him the beverage their hands touched. He felt the electricity of the contact. She flinched and pulled back.

“Ouch, static can get bad in here during the fall, sorry. I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to our fair city? We have happy hour specials every night of the week, and almost every Saturday night local bands come and play.”

He could feel her gaze on him. I can’t look her in the eyes. If I look, I won’t be able to stop myself from saving her. “Thank you, just passing through.”

“Okay then, thanks for stopping in. I’m always happy to have a new face here. There’s still room at the bar.” He nodded without looking at her. His heart beat wildly in his chest. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Her genuine concern touched him. There was something special about her. Magnetism pulled him to her. He couldn’t fight it. Thanatos wiped his hands on his thighs to keep himself from reaching for her.

“Yes. Thank you.” Her shadow left the table. He looked up, she was already back to the bar serving another customer. He gazed at her longingly.

If only they had more time…time was his enemy.

He was a king of hours, endless immortal time, but after loving her, he was a slave to her humanity. He’d never felt vulnerable before he’d fallen for her. She’d changed the universe. She made his existence worthwhile.

“Coward,” His brother’s voice startled him.

“Hello Hypnos, why are you here?” Thanatos kept his tone quiet and neutral.

“The question is why you have come, now, after all this time. You can’t do it, can you?” The accusatory tone set him on edge. He glanced over to where the other man sat. His lips thinned in disapproval.

“Leave. Now.” He didn’t need Hypnos’s taunting presence. Today would be difficult enough without his brother’s interference. Worse, he wasn’t even trying to hide his godhood.

Six-five and massive, his brother’s handsome face caused riots among mortal women more than once. The man hadn’t dressed to blend in. His black t-shirt stretched over his taunt body as if it would rip at any moment. He wore black leather pants, and thick silver chains on his wrists and neck. The tattoo of the moon on his right upper arm had the words sleep well written in Latin and permanently inked on his immortal body. Other symbols for sleep covered both of his forearms. Hypnos’s golden blond hair had been crew cut the last time he'd seen his brother, but now he wore it loose in a shaggy glorious golden mane. Riots…eesh!

They were twins, but not identical. Thanatos wore his raven black hair long, tied back in a ponytail. His face was always bearded, it grew too quickly for anything else. He didn’t have his brother’s strong jaw, green eyes, or straight nose. His eyes were black, the color of death. His color. He’d never been the handsome brother, but that hadn’t mattered to her. She’d always chosen him. Her eyes saw something in him no other had seen. She was the only person who’d ever made him feel like he was more than his duty, as if he could be part of life instead of destruction.

“You know as well as I that Atropos won’t give up until she’s permanently in Hades’ realm. Her thread of fate and yours can’t intertwine. Why do you constantly try?” Hypnos’s weary tone irritated him. “She should’ve been mine. If you’d let me have her she’d have been safe,” Hypnos spoke with unapologetic assurance.

“She hasn’t got a thread. This isn’t right, but if this is what must be to keep her from worse pain, it must be. I have to see it. I can’t let her die alone. I can’t imagine turning my back while our sisters feed on her corpse. I want to be there to guide her in peace, at least they’ll give me that, and you know they will.” He slammed his fist onto the table. “I’m not the only one who’s played a part in this.”

“I love her too, but we have to accept this. It’s getting worse, if we don’t let it happen this time I refuse to think of what they’ll do next. Accept it.”

“Shall I accept it as you have? Never. I’ll let it happen, but I’ll never accept a world without her. I wish I were mortal so I could die with her.” Thanatos scowled at his twin. “You’ve had years with her Hypnos, even if it was only in her dreams. You promised you’d stay away too, but I know you haven’t, I have my sources.”

“You know nothing of my work. Mortals die without dreams. How could I let that happen?” Hypnos crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

“Keep your voice down. The mortals are starting to notice,” Thanatos knew he was raising his voice.

“I don’t care if they know me. Let them tremble.” He knew they weren’t whispering anymore, and he no longer cared. He couldn’t help blaming his brother. He’d been the one to speak to Atropos; he should’ve kept her to the bargain.

“It is my birthright. I had to give her dreams.” When he gazed across the room, there was a look of profound sorrow on Hypnos’s face. Thanatos felt a moment of camaraderie in the pain they mutually endured. “If you had to go to her every night would you have been able to leave her?”

“You didn’t have to stay with her, every damn night. You could’ve just done your job and left.” He picked up the bottle of beer and took a deep drink. “You know she’d never have allowed you liberties if she’d been able to choose.”

“Hi.” They’d been so engrossed in the argument they hadn’t noticed her return. “I see you brought a friend with you, are you both ‘just passing through’? I can’t believe I didn’t see either of you come in. So what language were you two just speaking? Sorry I’m nosey.” She smiled brightly. The hot look she gave his brother sent a red-hot shaft of jealousy into Thanatos’s heart.

“We were speaking English.” Thanatos lied.

“Wow first my eyes, now my ears, what’s next my memory? Sorry. So what can I get for you?” She flashed Hypnos another brilliant smile, her precious attention fixed on him.

Did she just bat her eyes? Gods I know that look, she’s hot for him.

Jealousy made his emotions almost impossible to control. Thanatos did all he could not to attack his brother, somehow he managed to stay calm.

“I’ll take the same drink you just served my brother.” He smiled back, almost flaunting his supernatural beauty.

How can he smile at her when he knows what’s about to happen?

“Great. Brothers traveling together, very cool, I…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at Thanatos. His eyes met hers, the very act he’d been trying desperately to avoid. “Do I know you? Your eyes, they look…never mind. Sorry.” She blushed and fled.

“Damn it, Hypnos. I don’t want this to be any harder than it has to be, on her, on either of us. Now she’s upset.” Thanatos couldn’t look at his brother.

“Something you want to tell me?” Dammit. Thanatos glared at his brother. Hypnos just grinned, cocky as always.

“Don’t look at me like that. I have nothing to say.” Thanatos took another swig from the bottle.

Hypnos shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“What’s she called?” He couldn’t resist asking. Hypnos would know her name. He’d spent years in her dreams.

“Nyssa,” Hypnos’s voice held no emotion. He gazed at the wall.

Thanatos stared at his brother in disbelief. Blood dripped down his palm from the deep punctures his nails had left his hands due to the force of his clenched fist. “You lie.”

Hypnos wore a faraway expression, wistful. His twin pulled himself from wherever his mind had been. “Nyssa is her name now, just as it was. Fitting,”

“Nyssa,” Thanatos breathed the single word with reverence. As if he’d conjured her by saying the name, she appeared at the table with Hypnos’s beer. He noticed her hand shook a bit, as she set it down. She looked at them both for a moment, the color drained from her face.

“On the house,” she stated, then left without another word. She returned to her place behind the bar, but every now and again, she’d glance at their table and grew paler.

The door to the bar flew open with a loud bang. The conversation and laughter died as the men all turned to gaze at the newcomer. Frank stood in the doorway. The bright afternoon sun haloed him making it hard for the mortals to see, but Thanatos saw. He held a twenty-gauge shotgun in his hands.

Frank raised the gun and began shooting. The man who’d picked up the barstool was the first one to die. More shots rang out, more blood. Nyssa bled from a wound in her stomach. She crawled across the floor. A smear of red coated the grey floor behind her as her precious lifeblood left her body. Thanatos gripped the table so tightly his arms shook. He rose. His brother pulled him back down to his chair. He watched her suffering and it tore through him ripping apart his heart, making him crazed. “I have to stop this.”

“No. If you try, you’ll only make it worse. They’re already here.” Thanatos looked where his brother pointed. Several dead men lay on the cold cement floor. Frank pulled a pistol out of his belt and fired more shots.

Six of their sisters, the Keres, Hovered over the bodies of the dead feasting, mortals couldn’t see, but the brothers did. Taina, one of the few he could actually stand to carry on a conversation with looked up at him. Blood covered her mouth. She smiled at him gruesomely. Then she returned to her grizzly meal. He’d come to keep them away from his woman’s soul. If anyone would be leading her to the underworld, it would be him. He couldn’t give her the peaceful death she deserved, but he could at least see she had as little trauma as possible after the fact.

Neither brother spoke as Frank continued to kill. He reloaded the shotgun. The petite young girl who’d been tending bar with Nyssa suddenly jumped up from a hiding place and made a dash for the phone. A blast rang out. She screamed. Thanatos watched her slide down the wall in a bloody smear, the phone still in her hand as she attempted to call for help. A middle-aged balding man tried to tackle the gunman. A shot to his face, at point blank range, stopped him from being a hero. He fell to the ground already dead.

Nyssa tried to crawl to where the brothers sat undisturbed. No one else in the bar could see them now, and yet she could. She held out a bloody hand towards them, trembling, looking for help. She’d always been more than mortal but even after all these lifetimes he had no idea what she really was or why she had no fate. He felt wild with rage. Her death shouldn’t be like this. That bitch Atropos always manipulated everything so she suffered, because of him. They’d had a deal that as long as he stayed away from her she could live out a mortal lifetime, undisturbed. The promise was that after a long life he’d be able to go to her and lead her to the underworld. This morning that small piece of solace tore away from him. He’d felt those around her had a change in fate which would lead to her imminent and violent demise.

“I’ll make this easier for her. Stay here and don’t do anything foolish.” Hypnos spoke authoritatively, and then he was gone.

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Having a friend who is Aurora's Star Prince's Consort definitely has it's privileges. For geologist Mallory, that means being given unprecedented permission to come to Aurora and study its native rocks. Well, with one condition. She will be escorted around by the sexy duke DeBaron, a warrior priest of Aurora. He's not thrilled with the job since the rocks are sacred in Aurora. But when Mallory is bitten by a surprising rock creature, her life is literally in DeBaron's hands and his sacred connection to Aurora, and he's determined to keep her alive no matter what he has to do, even if that means lots of sex.

This is the second book in the Aurora series and I loved this book just as much as the first! I would encourage you to read the first book in the series before this one. I just think that having a bit of back story adds to this one. But beware that if you haven't read the first, reading this book is going to make you want to read the first since the story is so good. Not only do we get more tantalizing information about mysterious Aurora, we also get two really fun and well written characters. Mallory and DeBaron also have great chemistry, both when they're disagreeing and when they're getting along, which leads to some great sex scenes. This really is a series I can't encourage you enough to read.

Overall rating: 5 Heart

Sensuality rating: Explicit

Reviewer: Amy Hopkins

April 28, 2012

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Is there anything better than a girl with a purpose? Tasmin Robins will let nothing get in the way of her internship on the fascinating planet of Aurora. That is until the lasers start firing and she finds herself saving the man standing next to her. “No good deed goes unpunished.” An old Earth saying which grows some teeth on Aurora. DeMarcus Le’JeMur is incognito, getting ready to play hooky for a day. What he gets is shot at and owing a life debt to the woman who saved him. That means marriage if the old laws are enforced. And wouldn’t you know it, his mother is behind a big push to have them enforced. But once he gets to know the spunky human he finds he doesn’t mind. In fact, it becomes what he wants more than anything. For a man who can have any woman he wants Tasmin presents a challenge. Can he win her?This was a cute read about your average woman becoming a princess and not really being thrilled about it. Oh she liked the hot hunk of a prince, all the sex and such but the public adoration and constant ceremony of the Aurorian culture held little appeal. As DeMarcus sets about to win her the political intrigue continues and the climax of the story involves more lasers and a surprisingly barbaric sword fight. I found the story fanciful and steamy, a delightful combination. And the happily ever after that was expected was delivered with an original twist. A good read.

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Score: 3.50 / 5 Mallory Blain is over the moon at the opportunity she’s been given. She’s to travel to another planet to study the similarities in environment to Earth. She’s been allowed this privilege due to her friendship with Aurora’s Star Prince Consort, Tasmin. She and Tasmin were roommates in college. Talk about networking paying off! What she doesn’t anticipate is the snotty hunk assigned to accompany her. He doesn’t like her from the word go and it only goes downhill from there. This is so not going to work.DeBaron is a warrior priest and the prince’s cousin. Those qualifications along with his expertise in geology earned him the title of royal babysitter. Convinced the woman is a clueless seeker of fame and fortune he treats her badly and is shocked to discover she is actually all he could ever want in a colleague and a woman. When deep in the desert he discovers she has suffered a bite from a native species that induces passion he does what is needed to save her life. But gets way more than he bargained for in the process. And when he truly grasps what has transpired between them his faith is enriched beyond measure. Can he get her to accept the gift they’ve been given?While I enjoyed this story a lot (the spiritual sex sounds awesome) it didn’t match the first in the series. DeBaron was just a little too much of a douche in my opinion. His magical transformation to ardent suitor just didn’t gel for me. I know many speculate hate is the same as love but these two really didn’t like each other, so while they were attracted I had a hard time transitioning as quickly as they did. And the speed and finality of their connection was daunting to say the least. Mallory certainly thought so, as she wasn’t raised in the mysticism of it as DeBaron was. I definitely recommend you read if you’ve read the first book and it was enjoyable in it’s own right. Aurora sounds like an amazingly magical place.

Almost Perfect

Jenna Jaxon

Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a 1Night Stand adventure, promises jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.

Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she married has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindles old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenges her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.

With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect 1Night Stand.

Excerpt:

She inched into the lapping surf, searching for movement. Reflection off the water made this task harder than expected. Wasn’t the Caribbean supposed to be teeming with fish? Now that’s something she’d had a lot of instruction in. Almost every marooned-on-an-island movie had a scene where the heroine learned to catch fish. Six Days, Father Goose, Blue Lagoon. All you needed was your hands and patience. She could do this.

Pam waded out further then stopped just before the water hit her now dry shorts. “Not gonna to have a damp crotch all night.” The words reminded her of exactly what she had hoped for tonight. “But not from wet shorts!” She headed back to shore to remove and drape them next to her shirt. The bandeau was a different story. Still damp, even after several hours, and uncomfortable. Might dry better if not next to her skin anyway. “Screw it! Live dangerously.”

Standing as good as naked on the deserted beach, Pam smiled as the warm breeze caressed her bare body. The sense of being slightly naughty added to her delight in the sensual feel of the air as it dried her breasts. Her nipples peaked as the wind cooled them. She strutted down to the water’s edge to sink her toes in the sand, the salty tang in the air adding to the perfect moment.

“If you’re skinny dipping, you forgot to remove one very important piece of clothing.”

Pam whirled around. Roger stood on the beach behind her, a green bottle of Perrier in one hand. His gaze played up and down her naked torso and his salacious grin widened. “Mind if I join you?”

Author Bio:

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager. A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise. She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing.

Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets. When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director. She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

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SHADOW ON THE WALL

By

Pavarti K. Tyler

BLURB: Recai Osman: Muslim, philosopher, billionaire and Superhero?

Controversial and daring, Shadow on the Wall details the transformation of Recai Osman from complicated man to Superhero. Forced to witness the cruelty of the Morality Police in his home city of Elih, Turkey, Recai is called upon by the power of the desert to be the vehicle of change. Does he have the strength to answer Allah's call or will his dark past and self doubt stand in his way?

Pulling on his faith in Allah, the friendship of a Jewish father-figure and a deeply held belief that his people deserve better, Recai Osman must become The SandStorm.

In the tradition of books by Margaret Atwood and Salman Rushdie, Shadow on the Wall tackles issues of religion, gender, corruption and the basic human condition. Beautiful and challenging, this is not a book to miss.

Excerpt

Knock. Just one solid sound.

Recai sat up too quickly and fell back against his mattress gasping as Rebekah stuck her head into his small room, her face creased with worry and fear.

“Cover yourself and stay silent,” she whispered before closing the door and rushing back into the living room to retrieve her burqa and open the door. Recai heard the movement of the heavy fabric she wore on top of her house dress as she moved across the room to greet their visitor. He wondered if she had retrieved her father’s gun which he’d overheard Hasad say was under the couch in the living room.

Before hiding beneath the thin sheet that covered him, he reached down and pulled the rug from the floor and threw it across his legs. He covered his head and melted against the wall with the pillow on top of his upper body. Feeling foolish, Recai laid there, wishing he had his ID, his phone, anything to help bribe his way out of this situation if it was indeed the RTK at the door.

Perhaps it’s just a neighbor, he thought. A neighbor come to ask after Rebekah’s father’s health or to borrow some salt. His attempt at rationalizing the unexpected visit did not quell his fears. The RTK made a habit of performing home inspections, especially if they suspected a woman alone. It wasn’t a safe time for anyone under the jurisdiction of Mayor Yilmaz.

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Pavarti K Tyler’s novel Two Moons of Sera is a Fantasy/Romance and began in a serial format in November 2011. Her next novel Shadow on the Wall is scheduled for release in May 2012. Shadow on the Wall is Book One of The SandStorm Chronicles, the saga of Recai Osman — businessman, philosopher, Muslim and . . . superhero.

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This week I’m talking about my newest publisher Naughty Nights Publishing. I’m new to them…my first story with them—A Naughty Hot Shot short was published earlier this week. The story is a hot tale of vampires and BDSM sex. It’s guaranteed to raise your blood pressure for the low cost of 99 cents!

I chose NNP for this story because I like their other books. Gina, the publisher, is a wonderful lady. I believe the best publishers are good people and I’ve seen it repeatedly when I’ve gotten to know my new publisher. The publishing houses I’m happiest with and find the most consistency at are usually the friendliest too.

The author support system this group has is amazing. I’ve made many wonderful new friends, so I would recommend this house to anyone looking to place erotic fiction.

If you write erotic fiction, look into NNP at http://naughtynightspress.com/ and check out the submission guidelines.

I don’t believe in keeping all my work at one publisher, too much risk if something tragic happens to the house, and less room to grow. I’ve learned so much from my many editors. Every short, novella, or novel sharpens my skills a little more.

If you would like to write a book, start out with shorts, it’s a great way to learn what works and what doesn’t. Keep watching for more information on what I like about my publishers in the coming weeks.

Winterbloom

Marissa Dobson

As Chloe Frost focuses on renovating Winterbloom Bed and Breakfast, a blizzard dumps blankets of snow upon the sleepy town of Clearwater. An unexpected guest desperately needs a room after his car breaks down in the storm, but this mystery man seems tortured by his past. Can Chloe help him see through the pain and anger? Can Jordan Sheppard, once a Gunnery Sergeant of the Marines, finally let someone in and show him just what love is?

Excerpt:

Carved right into the side of a mountain, Clearwater, Wyoming had always received a lot of snow, but this storm would put the most seasoned residents to a test. It was expected to stall over the area and last four to five days, dumping up to ten feet of snow.

As she placed the wood next to the fireplace, she didn’t hear the front door shut and someone call out. Not expecting anyone, she’d played the radio louder than normal.She wanted to hear it as she worked.

“Ahem.” She jumped to her feet. “Do you always ignore paying customers?”

The voice was unfamiliar. She gripped a log and was ready to swing at the intruder.

“I see the hospitality continues. Are you really prepared to beat away a customer? It would seem to me you are in need of some as the place is empty.” A man stood in the living-room doorway. His clothes were rumpled as though he’d slept in them and his voice harsh with a touch of annoyance.

Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, I now reside about an hour from Washington, D.C. I am a lady who likes to keep busy, and am always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, I believe you are never done learning.

Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave me the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read I have always had my nose in a book. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I started writing down the stories I came up with.

I am blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He is my other half and allows me to stay home and pursue my writing. My writing buddies Max (a cocker spaniel) and Dawne (a beagle mix) are always around to listen to me bounce ideas off them. They might not be able to answer, but they are helpful in their own ways.

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This week’s prompt was…”I'd follow you anywhere"

Continued…

“Stay close behind me and don't get out into the crowd,” Meara ordered.

“I’d follow you anywhere,” the cheerful vampire’s voice chirped. Annabelle was so sweet and warm one minute and a moment later, she could be a monster. The kind of creature who relished what Stern made her.

Meara glanced over and watched her new friend studying a balloon tied to a post and wondered if the girl had been simple minded before her transformation or if the death of her humanity had caused her to become child-like. She would never know, because Stern wouldn’t live long enough to explain his decision to create Annabelle and lock her away from the world. Annabelle turned, smiling at Meara radiantly, had the woman-child been more of a demon then Stern, or was the girl just a fascination that he tired of and didn’t have the courage to kill?

She’d spent years feeling anger at the unknown woman because their resemblance had lead to her death. Stern had chosen to victimize her and killed her dreams of being a mother, of having a family. These dreams seemed so simple when she was human and yet they were what made her a person. If he’d been kind to her, she might have forgiven him and accepted the darkness. Looking back, she was glad for his acts of cruelty because if he’d shown her kindness she would have become a killer instead of a vampire hunter. Meara could have loved the handsome powerful vampire. He was more than a man he was on God. If he’d used that strength for good instead of evil, she’d have loved him for the rest of her unnatural eternity.

Annabelle laughed, dancing to music that only she could hear in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. An older man gave the simple creature a dirty look and Meara resisted the urge to rip out his throat. Instead, she took Annabelle by the shoulders and led her away from the humans.

Once this child in a woman’s body must have been very beautiful and Meara couldn’t resist feeling a stab of jealousy. She hated knowing she still felt something for Stern in a twisted place inside of her heart craved him like a drug.

A shadow moving in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A small gasp left her. Rolland. Stern’s right hand minion was glaring at her. Seeing him told her she was out of time. Sighing, Meara walked over to her nemesis’s lackey.

She grinned as cockily as she could. “Take me to your leader, troll.”

Rolland’s mouth fell open and the sex-slave turned vampire hunter had a moment of satisfaction knowing the bastard was surprised. Good, let him try to figure out my game. I don’t think he’s seen Annabelle. She never broke eye contact and the tubby little man was the first one to look away. Yeah, another point for me, suck it you worthless worm.

Rolland actually looked scared, and that gave Meara the first warm and fuzzy feeling she’d had in over a century.

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