Thursday, April 17, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: The Wolf's Torment

Please welcome author Stephanie Burkhart, who is here to talk about her newest release, The Wolf's Torment. Stephanie will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the rest of her tour, go here.

The Wolf’s Torment
by Stephanie Burkhart



It's 1865 and Moldavia is a country nestled against the shores of the Black Sea. Lady Theresa travels from Austria to this country that's haunted by tales of vampires and werewolves. She's going to marry the Crown Prince, but she harbors her own unspoken secrets.

Prince Mihai has just returned to Moldavia to discover he's a witch. He's intent on being a good husband and modernizing his country, but he must find a balance with his supernatural heritage. His best friend, Viktor, accompanies Mihai and marries Mihai's sister. In an unfortunate twist of fate, a werewolf bites Viktor.

Viktor's transformation threatens everyone around him, including his wife's safety and Mihai's happiness, but he's especially dangerous when he's near Theresa. Can Mihai save his family from Viktor's lies and deceptions?



Tybeski nodded and walked out. Now alone, Mihai escorted Sonia to the sofa and sat
down next to her. Viktor stood behind the leather-bound chair adjacent to the sofa, bracing his hands on the headrest, keeping a certain distance between them.

"Sonia, tell me what happened."

"Viktor is a werewolf."

"What? Impossible!" Mihai got to his feet, a wave of nervous apprehension threading
through him.

"It is possible, Mihai. A wolf named Bane bit me on our honeymoon. I have transformed," Viktor said quietly.

Mihai lunged at his friend, grabbing the right lapel of his frock jacket. His nostrils were distended with shock, coupled with fear. For him. For Sonia. For Moldavia.

"How could you? You were armed!"

"Mihai, no, don't harm him. He tried to fight them, but they overpowered him." Sonia got to her feet and clenched her fists against his chest. "You have to help him -- you're a witch, after all. You have to teach me to help him."

Mihai took a step back, his body as tight as a bowstring. Yes, he was a witch, but he had no idea what to do. He was no teacher.

"I must go to Mulfaltar the next full moon and meet with my maker's pack," said Viktor.
Mihai slowly ran his gaze over Viktor. Sonia was right. His eyes were no longer soft and kind, but hard and edged.

"Are you a danger to Sonia?"


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee.  She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children's books published with 4RV Publishing.








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Tease Me Thursday #6: Dirty Little Lies

Welcome to another edition of Tease Me Thursday! Almost Friday, right?

Today I'm giving you a little taste of a story that I have coming up with Amber Quill in November. I liked to call it Dirty Little Lies, and it's about a preacher's son, Levi Thornton,  who's going to out himself to his father on Christmas Day - on live TV. Here is a little bit of his encounter with his chosen one night stand, Darjeeling Crane. Enjoy!

He handily uncinched Dar’s belt from about his waist and tossed it aside. Reaching for the button, he deftly undid it, and pulled the zipper down in one smooth motion. To his glee, he found that the young man apparently chose to go commando. His half-hard cock spilled out in all its naked glory. Levi seized it with eager hands, surprised at what he saw.

“You’re uncut?”

“My parents don’t believe in circumcision.”

God bless Mr. and Mrs. Crane, wherever they are.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Thirteen

Happy Happy Hump Day! Hope everyone is having a great week! I know I am! Work is going well, keeping busy, and today I'm meeting a friend for coffee, someone I used to work with. It could be warmer here but I'll try to keep  my complaining to a minimum lol

So it's Wednesday, which means time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers!

Last week, as you'll recall, we saw Will and Doctor Smith... er, I mean Dallas and Campbell, of course lol  Anyway, they were rather abruptly pushed into Wonderland by Dallas' sneaky ex. So let's see what happened to them, shall we, in this week's episode. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers have been doing. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Thirteen

Everything happened so quickly Dallas had no time to scream. Not a warning, or from fear, or anything else.

One moment, he and Campbell were standing in the attic of Dallas’ apartment building, watching Dallas’ ex, Quentin, open a doorway to Wonderland. The next thing they knew, they were falling through that door. Pushed by that same ex.

Why would he never learn when it came to Quentin? The man could not be trusted. End of story.
Campbell? Where was Campbell?

A panicked Dallas reached out, as well as he could, considering he was tumbling in freefall. “Campbell?” he cried out, his voice echoing strangely in his ears. God, please let Campbell be all right, please let Campbell...
He felt the warmth of Campbell’s hand in his and relaxed into the fall, just moments before they hit bottom with a thump.

Dallas must have blacked out. When he opened his eyes, he saw Campbell’s concerned face looming over him. Dallas blinked, and Campbell breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh sugar, are you all right?”

Dallas struggled to get his bearings. He was lying on the ground, his head in Campbell’s lap. He stretched out his legs, then moved his arms and wiggled his fingers. Everything seemed to be intact.

He ran his tongue over his lips before replying. “Yeah, I’m good, what about you? Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine.” Campbell craned his neck, peering about them, although his point of view must have been rather limited, considering their positions on the ground. “So, this is Wonderland?”

Good question. How did Dallas know he could trust Quentin about that? What if there were other worlds, besides Wonderland, and he’d thrust him into one of those? What if they were stuck in this new place, never to return?

Reluctant to move, he placed one hand flat on the ground, and Campbell helped him into a sitting position. From there, he surveyed the land around them.  His fingers sifted through soft green grass, lush and sweet smelling, redolent with hints of mint and wild onions.

He could see flowers in pastel shades, their delicate heads bobbing and weaving in a gentle breeze. And when Dallas turned his head to the right, he knew they were in the right place, for just before them, lay the strawberry river that wound through the heart of Wonderland.

“We’re here, Campbell, we’re really here.” He smiled up at Campbell, unable to contain his excitement at not only being here, but having Campbell with him. Campbell would be his justification and his verification that Dallas Crosby was not crazy. That he’d seen what he’d seen, and did what he did.

And then Campbell swooped down and their lips met. And for that one moment, everything else was driven straight out of Dallas’ mind. Only Campbell remained.

And then they came up for air.

“I knew you could do it, Dallas,” Campbell exclaimed, admiration evident in his voice. “I believe in you.”

Campbell’s words warmed Dallas’ heart, especially after the treachery he’d experienced recently in his life. Quentin, then Samuel, and even his sister Paris.

“Thank you, Campbell,” he murmured, feeling a warmth steal through his bones, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure he could get up at all. But then Campbell helped him up and they both stood, brushing grass from their clothes, as they surveyed the scene before them.

What to do now they were here?

Dallas glanced up and down the red river, but he saw no sign of the hippie/lawyer or his boat. He supposed he could be anywhere.  And he wasn’t even sure what part of the river they were on. Nothing looked particularly familiar.

“That’s certainly an unusual looking river,” Campbell commented. “Does it taste like it looks?” He turned his inquisitive gaze to Dallas.

“You mean is it strawberry flavored? I don’t know,” Dallas admitted. “I don’t think I drank any of it when I was here last time.” He wasn’t sure if that was even a good idea, considering what happened with the mushroom.

“In a place like this, that was probably smart of you. Which way do you think we should go?”

Good question. Despite having wanted to come here, Dallas hadn’t exactly formulated a plan for what he’d do once he arrived. Other than prove to Campbell that Wonderland existed, which he’d just done.

Now he needed to gather up some sort of proof. But he wasn’t sure what that might be. And he realized that he didn’t even know how to find his way back. Last time, it had just sort of happened, when he’d awakened in Samuel’s office.

He couldn’t afford to leave their return to happenstance. Now he had Campbell to consider, and damned if he was going to let anything happen to him.

He squinted at the far side of the river. There was a bit of open land, and then trees that stretched as far as he could see, which wasn’t all that far. But was that smoke, curling up above the treetops? Where there was smoke, surely there was fire. Perhaps a home? With people? People who could give them information, perhaps?

The question was how deep was the river? Would they be able to wade across, or would they have to swim for it? If so, they’d have to be careful not to swallow the water.

“Look.” Dallas pointed in the direction of the smoke. “There maybe people there. Want to find out.”
“I’m game if you are.”

Dallas sighted along the riverbank, spotting a place where the level of the shore seemed to ease into the water. He took Campbell’s hand and led him to the spot, glancing back and forth at the water, and the far shore.

“Are there fish in there?” Campbell asked.

Good question. Dallas remembered the walking fish. But he’d created that, hadn’t he?

“Come on, Dallas.” Campbell bent down, kneeling beside the river, and plunged his hand into the red water.

“Let’s go for it.”

to be continued

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Tease Me Thursday #5: His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos

Welcome to Week #5 of Tease Me Thursday. Today I'm going to tease you with a little bit of a story that was once on Dreamspinner but is going to appear in an upcoming anthology from new publisher Wayward Ink. I am proud to announce that I am also an editor there as well, so doing double duty. Enjoy! And don't forget to follow the link to the other participants of the hop!

His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos

It's the 70's and Michael is gay, but not out. There is a guy he's crushing on at school, but this guy has never noticed him. So on prom night, Michael figures it's better to work than to worry about getting a date. One of the checkers tells him a guy has come in, wearing a black skirt and pink high heels, so Michael decides to check him out, just to see what it's all about...

Okay, first things first. He was wearing a skirt—black and short—beneath which his long bare legs could be seen, smooth and muscled, and very shapely. The skirt accentuated the fact that he had a very cute ass, as well. The shirt he wore was a pale cream color, and bare midriff, so that I could see that his stomach was indeed flat. And upon his feet were a pair of very pink, very high stiletto heels. But it was obvious to me, from the first glance I got of him, that he was used to wearing them, as he steadily rocked back and forth, intent upon what he was doing, totally unaware of my presence. Or so I thought. I moved closer, trying not to be too obvious, my mission being to return the can of coffee in my hand to its proper home. But he must have heard me, for he turned his head...

...and oh my god, I found myself staring into the devastatingly beautiful face of Rob Marshall.


Silk and Scorn Review

Silk and Scorn                                     
Author: Cassandra Dean
Publisher: Decadent Publishing        
American release date: February 16, 2014
Format/Genre/Length: EBook/Regency Romance/60pages
Publisher/Industry Age Rating: NR
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★

In a time when arranged marriages are the norm, two young people, Sarah Wetherall and Arthur Davenport, are forced into a distasteful correspondence not of their choosing. Trading quips and barbs, they suffer with being forced to write one another until Sarah finds relief through marriage to another man, and their correspondence blessedly comes to an end.

But Fate has more in store for these two...

Fast forward eleven years. Sarah’s husband is now deceased, and his family is disputing the widow’s rights to his estate. The solicitor she turns to in her time of need is none other than Arthur Davenport. It’s just business, surely, on both their parts, and sheer necessity, as Arthur helps her defend her late husband’s will.  Or is it?

Silk and Scorn is a Regency novella, and it is actually second in a series, but I had no problem in reading it as a standalone. Brought together by necessity, and with the memory of their shared dislike of one another uppermost in their minds, it’s hard for Sarah and Arthur not to snipe at one another. But as this is a romance, the inevitable happens...

Watching them shed their bad first impressions and actually get to know each other is what this story is about. They learn each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and come to appreciate the actual person each has become, not the child that was.

My only complaint is its length. I think this could have been the beginning to a very lovely novel, and I would have enjoyed seeing more of them. As it is, it’s a short, sweet read, one I do recommend. Having read this one, I’d like to see more of what this author can do.

Virtual Book Tour: Silk and Scorn

Please welcome author Cassandra Dean and her new release, Silk and Scorn.  At each stop on her tour, Cassandra will be awarding a signed Silk and Scorn postcard and a Silk and Scorn magnet to a randomly drawn commenter, as well as a Grand Prize of a $15 Amazon GC, a hard copy* and eBook copy of Silk and Scandal,the Silk series book #1, a Silk and Scorn mug, a signed Silk and Scorn postcard and a Silk and Scorn magnet to one randomly drawn commenter (this is an international giveaway).
*hard copy will be printed and bound, not an official bound paperback.

The more you comment, the greater your chances of winning. To find the other stops on the tour, go here. And look for the rafflecopter at the end of this post. Also, look for my review of the book, which follows this post.

The Questions

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that
person and what item do you have?
Macgyver and a gin & tonic. I will then slowly slip the gin & tonic as I watch Macgyver get us out of this situation with the lint he found in his pocket and an old gum wrapper.

2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
Beauty and the Beast – only because I LOVE that fairy tale with a fiery passion. As for which character…I guess Belle?

    3)    Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  night, union,  minute
In less than a minute, night fell upon the union.

    4)    You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to make love to anyone you want. Who do you choose and why?
Mal Reynolds from Firefly, because he’s played by Nathan Fillion. Oh my, how I lust after that man!
However, then I would feel super guilty because clearly Inara and Mal are each other’s great loves and I really shouldn’t come between them… J

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Hanging together and chatting about nothing, with no distractions and no concerns. That sounds like bliss.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
Generally it will be a ‘what if’ idea. What if a recent widow’s late husband had no will? What if the only person who could help her was her childhood nemesis? What if they fell in love?
And that’s how SILK & SCORN began!

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Maggie Gyllenhaal. I don’t know why, she’s just the first actress that popped into my head!

   8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

   9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
I can’t say as I do have a historical crush. Am I boring? Is this a thing? Should I rush out and get one???

   10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Nope, the world is definitely ready for all my ideas!

Silk and Scorn - The Silk Series Book 2
by Cassandra Dean



No matter how much their mothers wanted Sarah and Arthur to wed, Sarah had loathed him. However, circumstance and her late husband’s father conspire against her, and she is forced to turn to Arthur for help. Perhaps she needs his legal expertise, but she refuses to acknowledge how handsome her oldest foe has become…or her reaction to him.

His childhood nemesis is the last person Arthur Davenport expected to require his services. When a spurious claim against her late husband’s estate brings Sarah Wetherall to his door, he can’t refuse the pretty widow.

Thrown together by fate, will they discover there is a fine line between scorn and passion?



“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Ignoring the sudden thud of her heart, she waved her hand. “That.”

His fingers rubbed his cuff. “I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes. You are.” A way that made her feel shivery and weak and desperately wanting his body against hers. She had wanted to see him, had wanted…something, but this was too much, too fast.

She squared her shoulders. “I’m leaving.”

“Are you?” He took a step forward.

The chair behind her, she couldn’t take a step back. Not that she would. Oh no, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Yes! Must you answer everything with a question?”

He took another step forward. “Am I?”

He was so close, she could see the faint pattern of freckles on his skin. “What are you doing?”

He was silent a long moment. “I don’t know.”

“Well, you should know. You should be aware of your actions and their consequences.” Words bubbled from her, nerves running them together. “This is insupportable, ridiculous, and—and—”

“Sarah. Hush.” He put his hand to her cheek.

Slowly, she covered his hand with hers. The air between them thickened, as if a hundred thousand expectations rode the space.

She didn’t know if it were she or him who swayed first, but their lips brushed. Soft, gentle, his lips clung to hers, and she could not remember ever feeling such sweetness in her life.

They parted. Opening her eyes, she found a hesitant hazel gaze regarding her. She couldn’t describe how she felt. She felt warm and comforted and happy and hopeful. She felt…possibility.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Cassandra grew up daydreaming, inventing fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures. Once she learned to read (First phrase – To the Beach. True story), she was never without a book, reading of other people’s fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures.

Fairy tales, Famous Fives, fantasies and fancies; horror stories, gumshoe detectives, science fiction; Cassandra read it all. Then she discovered Romance and a true passion was born.

So, once upon a time, after making a slight detour into the world of finance, Cassandra tried her hand at writing. After a brief foray into horror, she couldn’t discount her true passion. She started to write Romance and fell head over heels.

The love affair exists to this very day.

Cassandra lives in Adelaide, South Australia.












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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Twelve

Here we are, Hump Day again!  Yay! Closer to the weekend, right? Plus it's time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers!

Last week we left Dallas and Campbell trying to coerce Quentin into telling them how to get to Wonderland. Think they're making any progress? Let's see in this week's episode! And don't forget to check out what the other Briefers have been up to. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Twelve

Quentin began to giggle like crazy. He tittered so much his body shook, causing Campbell to vibrate in turn. He stopped suddenly and said, in a deadpan voice, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. What’s Wonderland?”

Dallas felt like throttling him. Good thing he wasn’t in a position to do so, not with Campbell sitting where he was.

Campbell snorted. “You know what I’m talking about, Quentin. Or should I say your majesty?”

That produced another gale of giggles. “Off with his head!” he trilled in a drunken falsetto. “Off with everyone’s head. Then give me some head!” He leered at Campbell, his hand moving between them. 
Whether he intended to pull out his cock or touch Campbell’s, Dallas couldn’t be sure. But either way, they were having none of that. He angrily reached toward his ex, pincering his ear between thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard enough to produce a loud yelp.

“Don’t make any stupid moves, Quentin. And don’t try to bullshit us. It’s too late for that. You were there, I was there, Samuel was there... and a whole bunch of other people too. We just want to know how to get back, that’s all. We don’t even care if you come with, just get us there. Is that clear enough for you, your majesty?”

Quentin didn’t look quite so confident any more, his lower lip beginning to quiver like a five-year-old in need of his mother. “He’ll hurt me,” he whispered fearfully. “Don’t you understand? He doesn’t want you to go back.” He sniffled loudly. “I don’t want him to hurt me, Dallas.” He shook his head, trying to loosen Dallas’ grip, but Dallas only pinched him harder.

“I’ll hurt you now, you bastard, so you might as well tell us. You’re going to be in pain either way. Look at it this way. Maybe he won’t find out we went, and then he won’t have a reason to touch you. But if you don’t tell us, Campbell and I will hurt you. And not in any way you’re going to enjoy.”

Quentin continued to whimper Campbell leaned into him, baring his teeth as if he intended to bite. Even Dallas, who knew Campbell wouldn’t do anything of the sort, half believed he would do it.

“All right, all right, all right,” Quentin moaned. “Stop it, stop it, stop it. I’ll talk.”

Quentin and Campbell exchanged glances. Dallas nodded, and Campbell slid off Quentin’s lap, still flanking him.

“Where is Wonderland?” Campbell asked.

“It’s... it’s a magic place,” Quentin stammered. A tear rolled down one cheek, followed by more. “It’s not part of this world.”

“But it can be reached from here, obviously,” Dallas commented. “How and where?”

Quentin sniffled loudly. “There are places... places where the boundaries between... our world...” Quentin began to hiccup loudly. Dallas grimaced and pounded him on the back. They had to wait until he had his breathing under control before he could go on.

“Most people won’t see the lines. They’re hard to see. You have to know what you’re looking for, and there aren’t many of them.”

“But you know at least one, don’t you?” 

“Let go of my ear and I’ll tell you,” Quentin screeched.

Dallas glanced at Campbell. At his nod, Dallas reluctantly released Quentin’s earlobe.

“Go on,” Dallas said roughly. “Don’t stop now. Where and how?”

“The how is easy if you know where. There are special mirrors...”

“Mirrors?” Dallas echoed. “You have one with you, I assume?”

Quentin nodded. His trailing tears had streaked mascara down both cheeks and his eyes were puffy. He started to reach inside his jacket.

“Stop right there!” Dallas commanded. “Help him, will you, Campbell?”

Campbell gingerly inserted his hand into an inner pocket. He pulled out a small gilt-edged mirror, maybe three or four inches square. “Now what?” he asked.

“Now we go... to a location... and we use that... and... and then...”

“Then?” Dallas prompted.

“You’ll see.” Quentin glanced fearfully about the room, as if someone could see or hear him. Someone like Samuel, maybe? Dallas shivered, then told himself to quit being so foolish.

“Where?” Campbell gently prodded Quentin, as if to re-focus him.  “How far is one of these points of entry.”

“Very near.” Quentin began to wring his hands together. “Very near indeed.” He cocked his head, his eyes traveling upward, to the ceiling.

“What do you mean? In the air?” Campbell sounded perplexed, but suddenly Dallas knew, and things began to make sense.

“The attic. He means the attic.” Dallas thumped his hand against his forehead in sudden understanding. Those strange noises he’d heard, the ones he thought were made by rats, but nobody found any evidence of rats... could it be? The entrance to Wonderland was under his nose the whole time?

Well, above his head, anyway.

“Yeah, the attic.” Quentin’s sniffling was getting on Dallas’ nerves. “I said it, now I have to live with it.”
Better than living with you. But Dallas kept the thought to himself. He turned to Campbell. “You ready to do this thing?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” There was no trace of doubt in Campbell’s voice, and Dallas was heartened at the confidence the other man displayed. He was glad Campbell was on his side. They could get through this together, he knew. Whatever this turned out to be.

“Get up.” Dallas thumped Quentin on the arm. He was tired of being nice, tired of his ex’s bullshit. He was ready to put an end to this whole thing. But they had to get to Wonderland to do it.

Between them, they pushed Quentin into the hallway, where Campbell dropped the stairs leading up to the attic. They followed him up the ladder, into the dark space.

“Do it,” Dallas hissed, irritably.

Sniffling, Quentin took the mirror and angled it. Colored beams bounced off the surface and glittered in the air before them.

“There it is, just step through.”

They peered inside, just before he pushed them in.

to be continued

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