Sunday, September 14, 2014

Valley of Shadows Review

Valley of Shadows    

Author: Phoenix Emrys
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: July 23, 2010
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Paranormal Romance/290 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★


Ellery Joyce James is a literary success—copies of his latest bestseller are flying off the shelves. His exuberant agent Max—short for Maxima—is dying to know what Ellery is working on now, but he isn’t talking. Largely because he hasn’t started it yet, something he’s not about to share with Max.

Max nags at Ellery to get a bodyguard, but he is adamantly against the idea. He’s moved from New York to the small town of Birchwood, having been left a huge house there in someone’s will. He prefers his solitude, even if Max does think the former bed & breakfast is a monstrosity. But it suits Ellery just fine, for many reasons.

Ellery has a rather unique talent that no one suspects—he can see and communicate with the dead. Which makes it difficult for him to go out in the world—there are so many of them, it’s rather overwhelming. In Birchwood, he’s far less likely to find them. Plus he has his own little old lady ghost, Mrs. Sheridan, who screens access to Ellery. Still, he tries to help the ones he sees. Usually what they want is to send a last message to a loved one, often giving important information that was never passed on in life.

On his way to the diner, Ellery is almost run over by a handsome maniac in a pick-up truck, whose passenger is a pretty little child—who happens to be dead. When he runs into the pair at the diner, the little girl beseeches Ellery to please help her father. Normally, these are the types of situations Ellery works hard to avoid. But something about this one makes him reconsider. He just might be sorry he did.

The story is told in Ellery’s POV, in his voice, and I came to really get to know and like him. There is much more to Ellery than meets the eye, likewise with this story. Just when  you think you’ve figured it out, another layer is revealed.

This is not your typical boy meets boy and falls in love tale. No, this is more like boy meets potentially homicidal maniac and fears for his life—so why is he so strongly attracted to him?

Besides Ellery and Boone, there is a supporting cast of supernatural characters you will come to love. I didn’t feel, by the end of the book, that I knew Boone as well as I wanted to, but I feel like I know Ellery. He’s funny and bright, at times self-deprecating, and he has a huge heart.

This multi-layered story was over too soon for my taste. I can only hope and pray there is a sequel in the works. This is my second read by this author, and certainly not my last. Well done, Ms. Emrys, well done!

Saturday, September 13, 2014

A Darker Rain Review

A Darker Rain  

Author: Claudine Kapel
Publisher: BookBaby
American release date: November 17, 2013
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/Sci-Fi Thriller/378 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

(4.5 stars rounded up)

A black leopard with strange red eyes is wreaking havoc among ranchers in the Seattle area—although this is not a known habitat for leopards. Sigma, a firm that specializes in handling security threats, is called in to investigate. At one time a member of the Air Force, Ryan Cole is aware of a great deal of information the general public isn’t privy to—such as the existence of extraterrestrial life. Also, the fact that alien technology is finding its way to Earth, in the form of weapons.

Ryan and his team are also involved in acquiring some unusual artifacts, five guardian stones which hold great power, and when assembled hold great potential. But for good or harm? Ryan’s boss, Theo Warren, is determined not to let the stones fall into the hands of such criminal types as Drake and Barclay. Sigma possesses one of the stones, and the amulet they came from. It seems that the hunt for these stones may intersect with the hunt for the leopard.

Ryan’s long-time friend Mark Dalton, with whom he served in the Air Force, is head of Sigma’s security. He is distrustful of one of the team members—Caitlin. He senses she isn’t all she appears to be. Also, there is their ex-commanding office, Beecham, who is a sometime customer of Sigma and has no problem with collateral damage. They don’t want him to learn what Sigma is doing, afraid he will take control of the potential weapon in the name of the government.

This was an interesting read from beginning to end, fast-paced and intriguing. I came to like the characters, and was glad to learn there will be more books. The writing is good, but don’t look for indepth descriptions, they’re not there. Even action scenes aren’t as detailed as other books. But it works.

I liked the idea of aliens selling weapons to people on earth. If alien life exists, I can see that happening. The guardian stones reminded me of the stones from the Fifth Element, which is certainly not a bad thing.


I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys sci-fi thrillers. Not a boring moment, it’s a very entertaining read.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Guest Blogger: Taylin Clavelli

Please welcome my friend and fellow author Taylin Clavelli, here to talk about her new release,
Dakota Skies! Taylin, make yourself at home, I'll rustle us up something to drink. You go ahead and start with the questions!
















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?

My husband and an axe. The reason being, my husband has enough brains and the skill to make something out of nothing, keep his cool, and get us off the island. An axe because it can be used to cut and dig with or if necessary, make someone into fish bait if they become iritating.

   2)    Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

I wouldn’t say one musical gets anywhere close. It’s more a case of Calamity Jane meets Hairspray.  I’m a bit of a tomboy, but I have been known to rebel against what is expected of me. I have also been known to scrub up and wear a dress occasionally too.


3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them:  turf, guarantee, reject.

Danny had no intention of being a reject jockey. That being said, his diminutive size was no guarantee of his success in the trials. One had to have the ability to get the best out of a horse while being the least burden.  This race was his test. The chestnut mare pawed the turf, anxious to get going. As the white flag went up all the inside the stalls went into heightened alert, then, the gates opened… and they were off….

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Thranduil from The Hobbit. Damn, the man is gorgeous and tall. The years of experience the
king must have would, I hope, make him awesome in bed. I’ve also seen how the actor who plays Thranduil has kissed his co-stars in other movies and I sooooo want to be on the other end of that. Not that it matters when you’re horizontal, but, I am 5’9 and I hated it when a boyfriend was smaller than me.

JLH: omg, I love Lee Pace too! He's awesome in Halt and Catch Fire!

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?

We have a takeaway and curl up on the sofa with a movie.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
If I had to say one or the other it would be plot. However, the more I think about it, it is neither. To begin with, I have an image in my head; for example - a washed up body, a church, or a gnarled tree.  The image can come about by something I’ve seen, a dream I’ve had or a song I’ve heard.  That image then develops into a scene showing why or how that image appeared, and the plot begins. Once I start writing, the character develops. The personality of the character comes first before the physical attributes.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?

Glenn Close. I think she is sufficiently wacky. She is a handsome woman, but not a classic beauty. I scrub up okay, but I ain’t no Miss World by any stretch of the imagination. I wish I had her figure though. I used to be thin once, and I can dream in a movie. If not her, then it would be Julie Walters. There hasn’t been a movie the lady made that I haven’t liked, and I love the depth, humor, and fire she brings to her characters. I loved the moment in Harry Potter where she said “That’s my daughter, you bitch.”







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

I try not to watch horror - it gives me nightmares, so I can’t say I have a favorite. As a child I used to
check under my bed before getting into it anyway or jump onto it from a few feet away. But, the one actor who springs to mind whenever the word horror is mentioned has to be Peter Cushing. I know it gives my age away, but to me no one, modern actor or old Hollywood has ever surpassed him in that genre.

JLH: Another favorite of mine! You have great taste, woman!  :)

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?

Robin Hood. I love history and I’ve seen many people play the man from Douglas Fairbanks to Russell Crowe. I’ve even been to Nottingham Forest for the official tour.

10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

If there was it would be dangerous to tell you at the moment.





Blurb:

Born in the wrong time...

In 1875 Dakota, Sheriff Jamie Carter has to hide his interest in men, even from his gutsy twin sister, Anna. On a good day, the truth can mean a bullet between the eyes, and on a bad, one in the back.

A man on a mission...

Jamie leaves Anna in charge of Blackrock and he hits the bounty hunting trail, along with his faithful equine companion, Houston. Five territories, scores of ‘Wanted’ posters, and many bullets later, his path unexpectedly converges with that of enigmatic loner, Kit Brooks.

Two men with one soul...

Will the smoldering fire between them rage into an inferno and break down protective barriers, allowing them to find love? Or will it separate and kill them?

Beneath Dakota skies...


Jamie and Kit’s story is a sweeping saga of cowboys, Indians, persistent broads, and vengeful villains, where the cowboys aren’t always the good guys, and love can’t be taken for granted.


Excerpt:

“Who’s there?” he barked into the dark.
Jay wasn’t happy at being denied sleep again. There was no answer, and the laughing abruptly stopped. All Jay could hear was the wind rustling the small new leaves on the trees. Eventually sleep took him, albeit restlessly.
Moving out in the morning, he followed the trail north. However, the farther he traveled, the more he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
That evening, Jay set up camp not far from water. It allowed him to replenish his canteen (after boiling it, of course, like his mama taught him) and take a dip. The stream ran deeper, wider, and faster than at other places he’d seen. It was perfect for a bath and rough shave.
Dust, grease, and grime from the last few days scoured his skin. Even though the water was bone chillingly cold, soap and tough scrubbing removed the filth. The freshness it brought made him feel much better. After drying off, Jay returned to camp with a spring in his step.
The closer Jay got to his warming fire… the more he heard voices.
Hiding behind a tall bush, Jay withdrew his gun and… very… slowly… cocked it ready.
Natives were going through his stuff.
His breathing shallow, Jay raised his arm to take aim. At that moment, a weathered hand softly covered his mouth. Jay froze. The man’s other hand carefully and silently lowered his gun. None of the movements were threatening. Though Jay’s heart was pumping so hard he thought it wanted out of his chest.
“Don’t,” was whispered into his ear. “They’re curious. They’ll go soon.”
Jay nodded in compliance, but the stranger’s hold on him didn’t falter. The arm that lowered his gun was around his waist, along with his gun. The man was ensuring Jay didn’t move. His soft, quiet breathing ghosted over the side of Jay’s face. Warmth from the strong stranger permeated every pore of Jay Carter’s cold body like a sleep-inducing fog.
Within minutes the natives left, leaving almost no evidence of their visit, except for a missing sack of grain.
The man continued to whisper, “They’ve been following you since you entered their land. They’re Wichita, and they mean you no harm. If you shoot your gun, it’ll alert every tribesman to your existence. Be careful. Be quiet. Don’t do anything stupid… like sing.”
The sweet scent of honey wafted into Jay’s nose. His body was invaded—not physically, but sensually. Jay had to close his eyes to steady himself.
As if by magic, the stranger’s hold on Jay was gone, leaving cold air in its wake. Instead of being relieved, Jay missed the heat from the man’s broad chest against his back, and the strong arms wrapped around him. It was comfortable, safe… and unnerving. 

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY
TAYLIN CLAVELLI
I live in the United Kingdom, south of Birmingham. I am married with children and love my family with all my heart.
My love of books has been a long standing affair, liking nothing better than to lose myself in an imaginary world.
Until I met Lily Velden, I never considered trying my hand at writing. However, after talking ideas, Lily encouraged me to put pen to paper—or rather, fingers to keyboard. Since, with a few virtual kicks in the right place, I haven’t stopped. My increased confidence eventually led to me writing an original work for submission.
My first published work was Boys, Toys and Carpet Fitters, developed for Dreamspinners Press Anthology – Don’t Try This At Home. Since then I have had 3 other stories published by Wayward Ink Publishing – DIY Delights, Invisible, and Sleepwalking. More are on their way.
Now I absolutely adore immersing myself into the characters I create, and transferring the pictures in my brain to paper, finding it liberating, therapeutic, and wonderful.
Outside of writing, my interests include; martial arts, horse-riding, and movies, all of which facilitate my love of a variety of genre movies. My action heroes include; Jet Li and Tony Jaa— the dedication these men have for their art combined with their skill is both amazing and a privilege to watch. I also believe the screen entrance of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean – Curse of the Black Pearl, and Shadowfax in LOTR, to be the greatest screen entrances ever. My all-time favorite movies are Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.
The simple things in life that make my day, putting a smile on my face are:-
Laughter - especially that of my children.
The smell of lasagna cooking – it makes my mouth salivate.
The dawn chorus – no symphony ever written can beat the waking greetings of the birds.


Thursday, September 11, 2014

Tease Me Thursday #27: Forbidden

Happy Thursday, and welcome to Tease Me Thursday! It's almost Friday, you can feel it, right? So let's have some fun before the weekend arrives with a little bit of teasing!



Today, I'm going to tease you with a little bit of an old WIP of mine called Forbidden. At one time, it was running once a month, as a series. Now it waits for my return.

Forbidden takes place in the future, to a time when the birth rate is alarmingly low, and infant mortality too high, and children are too precious to risk. The church has finally relented their stance against priests marrying and having families, although homosexuality is still a crime. The United States is now the Alliance of States, and includes Canada. The country is working to rebuild itself, after a devastating war, and prisons are scary places to be. Jerico James is the spoiled son of a wealthy man who's pushed his luck and must be punished. He'd being sent to Sanctum, one of the government help centers, located in the Midwest.  In this snippet, he's arrived at a bus station, waiting for his ride to Sanctum. Enjoy!

The bus ride had been long, boring, and utterly without merit. Part of the reason for the longevity of the ride was the condition of the roads. Some arterial highways were little traveled and had yet to be repaired; sometimes detours were tricky and time consuming. Although Jerico had spent a little time with the two young admiring females who sat across from him, their company had quickly grown tepid, and he had retired to the solitude of his own thoughts, instead. The future seemed bleak and dismal, at least from his perspective, filled with toil, labor and hard work.  That was no way for a man to live.

The town where he’d been finally dropped off, along with his luggage, was nothing in comparison to the one he’d left the day before, but it wasn’t like he’d a say-so in the matter, and he knew Sanctum would be even smaller than this. To his surprise, there was no one there waiting to meet him. He was given instructions by the officer who met the bus: where to sit, and what would happen if he didn’t do so. He shrugged and did as he was told, taking a seat on a bench in the bus terminal. The man had let him know in no uncertain terms that he was being watched, what else could he do?

This terminal was not as busy as the other. It wasn’t like he could slip into the crowd and make good his escape; he’d be too obvious. So he tapped his foot and waited. Suddenly, his attention was drawn by the tittering and giggling of a group of passing young ladies, by their sighs of deep admiration and adulation—sounds which were not aimed at him. He turned his head and saw the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen in his life, coming toward him.

He could see why the sighs for this beauty— he was ready to release one himself over this veritable god. To his surprise, the man stopped in front of him, looking directly at him.

“Jerico James?” he asked, “I’m here to take you to Sanctum.”

Jerico smiled. Maybe this was his lucky day after all.  Maybe Sanctum would be more interesting than he’d imagined it would.


One could hope.


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #13

Happy Hump Day, everyone, and welcome to another edition of the Wednesday Briefs! We are the Wednesday Briefers, a group of flash fiction writers, who take on the challenge every week to write a piece of flash fiction between 500 and 1000 words, based on one of a group of suggested prompts.

This week, Don't Look Back continues with more of Marshall and Lee's adventures at Partners. Who did they run into? Read this week's chapter and find out! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #13 (3.3)


Lee broke into a broad grin at the sight of the newcomers. The man who’d greeted him was tall, dark, and angular, about Lee’s age. His bronze skin wore the weathered look of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors, while his bright blue eyes were bursting with good humor.

 “Hey Slim.” Lee gained his feet as they approached the table, holding out his hand. The man named Slim took it, before pulling Lee into a quick hug. He did the same with Marshall.  “It has been a little while, hasn’t it? Hey there Rye, Denver.”

Rye was a little older than Lee, with a one-time athletic build that was turning to flab. He compensated by dressing in flattering clothes that hid his growing paunch. Denver was about a year or so older than Marshall. His wavy blond hair was heavily gelled, and he was as well turned out sartorially as Rye, but in bolder colors.

The four top next to them had just become free. They joined the two tables together and rearranged their chairs.  Lee and Marshall sat on one side, Denver and Rye across from them, Slim at one end.

Marshall and Lee had been coming together to Partners for less than a year. Technically, Marshall was underage, but a small glitch in the law allowed him to drink in the presence of a parent. Being with Lee, though, no one seemed to question his right to be there. Also, having Roy with them on occasion, as a lawman, helped.

They’d met Slim, Rye, and Denver on one of their visits, and had become good friends. The three men all lived and worked in or near Tucker Falls—Slim on a working ranch just outside the city limits, Rye as a salesman for a local liquor distributor, and Denver in a retail computer store.

“I noticed Roy up at the bar, smooth-talking some pretty little thing.” Slim grinned. “I thought he was seeing someone?”

Lee shrugged. “You know how that goes. One day they’re all sweet and lovey-dovey, the next they think you’re public enemy number one. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”

A chorus of amens resounded through the group. Not that Marshall had any experience with women. Not dating them, anyway. But he had a good idea what Lee meant.

At that moment, Roy himself turned up. He slid into the empty chair opposite Slim, setting his beer on the table in front of him.

“Didn’t work out?” Slim asked.

Roy shrugged. “I kinda got a clue it wouldn’t when she offered to introduce me to her mother.”

“Ouch,” Rye commiserated.

“Don’t worry,” Marshall tried to cheer up the dejected sheriff. “You’ll find someone else, for sure.”

“You know it.” Roy winked at him. “There’s some good looking guys right at this table, too.” He gave Lee a significant look. Marshall scowled and moved his chair closer to Lee’s, which earned him a snicker.

“Oh no, don’t you start too,” Marshall warned the older man.

“Too?” Slim raised an eyebrow. “Is there a story there, Lee?”

Lee shook his head. “Naw, nothing really.” He raised his hand to gain the server’s attention, and a moment later, Blondie stood beside them, ready to take their order. Each man named his poison. Marshall noticed Blondie had moved his sights to Rye, who fairly ate up the attention.

“Why don’t I help you carry those?” he offered, following the server toward the bar. Marshall noticed a little more spring in Blondie’s step.

Denver leaned across the table toward Marshall. “I bet he gets him in one of the back rooms,” he confided. “Like in the next five minutes.”

Partners was notorious among its patrons for the small back rooms that were the scene, more often than not, of intimate encounters, primarily between men. Most of the women preferred their lovemaking taken to different venues, but the men weren’t as picky, and usually twice as horny. It wasn’t unusual to see the beginning of such encounters on the dance floor, or at the tables, and people tended to look the other way if a couple showed a bit of flesh while caught in the throes of lust.

“I bet you’re right,” Lee agreed with a laugh.

“And I think I might be right behind him. Check out that sexy drink of cowboy at your nine o’clock.”
Marshall and Lee both turned and look in the direction indicated. A Sam Elliot look-alike was sitting alone, drawing on a draft. He seemed to be eyeing Denver up as well.

“Go for it,” Marshall encouraged him. “You know you want to.”

“Hell to the yeah. See that ten gallon he’s got on? I’ll be wearing it by the time we come back out,” Denver said confidently as he got to his feet and moseyed in the direction of his dream cowboy.

Just thinking about the back room made Marshall horny. He and Lee had been back there a few times themselves. Sometimes the drive home was too long, especially when Marshall had a hard-on for Lee that wouldn’t quit.

Like now.

Rye returned with the server, long enough to leave the drinks, their attention somewhere else. Sure enough, moments later, they were hand-in-hand, heading toward the rear of the bar.

Marshall squirmed in his chair a little. He lightly feathered his fingers along Lee’s thigh. “How about another dance?” he suggested.

“Go ahead, have some fun,” Roy encouraged them. “Slim and I can catch up, can’t we?”

“You betcha,” Slim agreed. “Go for it, you two.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

On the dance floor once more, they fell into an intimate two-step. Marshall snaked his hand between them, boldly cupping Lee through the fabric.

“I bet I can read your mind,” Lee murmured huskily into Marshall’s ear.

“Bet you can.”

Lee pressed against Marshall’s hand. “Let’s go in back,” he suggested.

“Fuck yeah.” Marshall fairly whimpered with need. “Right now, please, Sir.”

to be continued

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Virtual Book Tour: For Love of Livvy


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding winner's choice of an eBook from Lachesis Publishing to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please click the banner to see a list of other stops on the tour.

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After her favorite aunt is found dead and an alarming box is mysteriously left on the doorstep of her aunt’s house now legally hers, Lavinia Esposito wants explanations. But, having cleared the package of explosives, the local cops are dumbounded by the precious stones which came without an explanation, just an address─her Aunt Livvy’s. Frustrated by the cops’ refusal to share their theories, criminal justice instructor Lavinia Esposito, a.k.a. Vinnie, takes investigation matters into her own hands. Vinnie is soon dragged into situations beyond her control, finding herself in hot water with the law, the crooks, and her Italian father. Willing to put her life at risk to find out what really happened to her beloved Aunt Livvy, and why jewels would be addressed to her aunt, Vinnie plunges ahead with her usual tenacity, bravery, and keen wits to solve and survive this mystery.

Now enjoy an excerpt:

In the living room, I paced while awaiting the arrival of the state police. Within minutes a sleek, grey Crown Victoria pulled up to the curb out front and a tall, lean trooper got out. Broad shouldered and well built, he walked with assurance and a certain amount of swagger.

I stepped into the open door entry and watched him saunter through the front gate onto the walkway. He stared at the package and then at me.

“Did you call about this box, ma’am?” Keen hazel green eyes traveled over my face and down my body.

Craggy features, sculpted from granite, faced me and I felt my blood run hot as the breath caught in my throat. What was this about? I gazed at him admiring the neat package wrapped in the trim uniform.

“I did. Bill MacNert from the fire station thought it would be a good idea since it was mysteriously left on the doorstep. He checked to see if it was ticking, but it isn’t.”

“Are you Lavinia Ciano?” The trooper’s glance strayed from the name on the wrapper to me as his eyes showed a glint of humor and his mouth twitched.

Could that humor be over the name? I wondered, as I said, “No, my name is Esposito. Livvy was my aunt.”

Our eyes held and my heart pounded. I licked my parched lips and then glanced away.

An oversized van idled up behind the patrol car and the trooper glanced back. Two men stepped from the vehicle dressed in heavy gear and acknowledged him.

He turned to the lead man, mumbled a few words and then stared at me again. If this was an action film, I would have expected Bruce Willis to jump out of the truck announcing he was about to kick someone’s ass.

This wasn’t an action film, but a real life situation instead. The two guys angled through the front gate and hitched their gear as they hauled a peculiar looking lidded barrel toward the front door. By this time, a few neighbors had taken notice of the activities. Several people straggled along the sidewalk across the street to watch.

You’d think it was a freakin’ sideshow. I smiled and waved. Nobody responded, they just continued to gawk. A little excitement for them on an otherwise dull Sunday, I guessed. The trooper stood aside and watched the crowd, but said nothing.

The overdressed bomb guys corralled the box between them. With delicate finesse they lifted and stowed it into the metal container, loaded it into the truck and drove off. I stared in disbelief. Hell, I wanted to know what was in the package. I had a right to know, didn’t I?


J. M. Griffin is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to stimulate the imagination much like she wields her paint brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which J.M. draws vivid characters. J.M. is the author of the popular Vinnie Esposito mystery series featuring the sexy sleuth Vinnie Esposito and the engaging Deadly Bakery mystery series featuring the sassy baker/sleuth Melina Cameron. J.M. lives in rural Rhode Island, a state she considers colorful and interesting.

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Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: Load the Dice

Please welcome author Moriah Gemel, who is here to talk about her new release, Load the Dice. Moriah will be awarding a free download of an Interlude Press eBook title or an author/book swag pack (US only) to TEN randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour as well as a Grand Prize of a $25 B&N gift card to a randomly drawn winner. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To see where the other stops on the tour are, go here. Look for the rafflecopter at the end of this post.



Load the Dice (Episode One)
by Moriah Gemel

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BLURB:


Eric left the BDSM scene years ago because he couldn’t find the right partner, opting instead to meet men in quiet coffee shops and piano bars. But when his friend invites him to a posh hook-up party, he meets first time sub Jamie, who he convinces to detail his sexual fantasies during a passionate night together.

 The pair soon embark on a relationship that introduces Jamie to the BDSM scene, and plays out his fantasies one by one. But as they approach the final fantasy, will Eric be able to walk away?


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EXCERPT

Andy pets Leta’s hair and gives her temple a kiss. “I want you to go get me and my friend here drinks, pet,” she tells Leta, her voice firm and commanding. “You know what I like. Man candy here will have a whiskey ginger.”
           
Eric takes the opportunity of her distraction to look around. The room is all glass and chrome and black-and-white fabrics, set stiffly in straight lines matching up perfectly to the walls. There's no character to it, and Eric is overcome with a momentary fantasy of everyone in the room being robotic, just to match the weird perfection of the room they're in.
           
When Leta’s gone, Eric shakes his head to clear it of the image and turns on Andy, poking her hip hard and wishing it was enough to topple her. “Did you bring me to a scene party?”
           
Andy smiles at him sweetly. It doesn't match her face.
           
“What the hell, Andy?” he hisses. “You know I stopped doing this—”
           
“Only because your last boy toy was about as vanilla as a latte—”
           
“I only did it because of a boy toy in the first place.”
           
“And you were never happier,” Andy says evenly, staring him down, even brushing her short dark hair out of her eyes to give her a clear shot. “Even though Stanley was ten times more tolerable when you had him gagged as when you let his mouth flap. This is who you are, Eric. You shouldn’t deny that, because there’s nothing wrong with it. So look around, play the game, find a sub, and enjoy your whiskey—”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Moriah Gemel has developed a dedicated following for her realistic, sexually-charged stories over twelve years in online fan communities. Passionate about a realistic depiction of BDSM, her goal is to both entertain and educate readers about the BDSM community.

Load the Dice originated as a short work of fan fiction, written in three parts. For her first work of professional fiction, she has turned it into a serialized novel in ten parts.

She is married and has a young son.

Connect with the author at MoriahGemel.com

facebook.com/MoriahGemel

twitter.com/MoriahGemel  

goodreads.com/moriahgemel
 and plus.google.com/+MoriahGemel.

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