Interview and #Giveaway: Rite of Summer by @tessbowery ~ @GoddessFish


BookCover_RiteOfSummerblurbThere are terrors worse than stage fright. Like falling in love.

Violinist Stephen Ashbrook is passionate about three things—his music, the excitement of life in London, and his lover, Evander Cade. It’s too bad that Evander only loves himself. A house party at their patron’s beautiful country estate seems like a chance for Stephen to remember who he is, when he’s not trying to live up to someone else’s harsh expectations.

Joshua Beaufort, a painter whose works are very much in demand among the right sort of people, has no expectations about this party at all. Until, that is, he finds out who else is on the guest list. Joshua swore off love long ago, but has been infatuated with Stephen since seeing his brilliant performance at Vauxhall. Now he has the chance to meet the object of his lust face to face—and more.

But changing an open relationship to a triad is a lot more complicated than it seems, and while Evander’s trying to climb the social ladder, Stephen’s trying to climb Joshua. When the dust settles, only two will remain standing…

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Welcome to All I Want and More. We’re glad to have you here.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I live near the ocean, which sounds lovely, except when it snows. I’m an historian by training, and my day job is in the theatre. It’s the combination of both of those things that led me into writing about performing artists in the 19th century. I’ve loved the regency, like most of us, since reading Austen in high school, and I fell into writing it through an online role playing game that’s set in 1811.

What else is interesting? I read too many comic books. I hate slasher horror but I love ghost stories and haunting ‘documentaries’ – the creepier and more outlandish the claims the better! I’m completely addicted to The Haunted, which is an Animal Planet ghost-hunter show, of all things. Spooky campfire stories and puppies! It’s like the perfect combination of comfort food and adrenaline.

In this book, who was your favorite character to write and why?

Joshua was the easiest and the most fun. He’s got an exasperated mental running commentary on the world around him that was such a joy to slide into, especially on grumpy days. He’s also very sure of himself, and his own worth, unlike Stephen who is perpetually in a kind of insecure flux. When writing Stephen I always had to keep his state of mind forefront in mine, because his moods were mercurial and changed quickly in reaction to plot events, while Joshua is both less overly dramatic, and more consistent.

Stephen drives both of us a little bit insane, to tell you the truth, but Joshua gets by far the better end of the deal. ;)

What 3 words would you use to describe your main characters?

Evander: Charming, sly, narcissistic.

Stephen: Intense, passionate, impulsive.

Joshua: Still waters, deep.

Can you tell us a little bit about this book? Maybe a little snippet?

I would love to! Rite of Summer is the story of two artists, Joshua Beaufort and Stephen Ashbrook, and takes them through the summer and fall of 1810 in England. The art world at the time was, as it is now (and I say this as a theatre professional, and with the utmost love for my peeps), something of a haven for miscreants and those who march to their own beat. The beautiful thing about it is that those who take up music or visual art, do so because they have stories to tell.

In Stephen’s case, he’s a prodigy of a violinist. He and his first love ran away to the city together as young men, they’ve since settled in London. The two of them compose and play music for a wealthy patron, and have become something of a hit among the Ton, which comes with invitations and opportunities to play before the rich and powerful. As the book opens, they receive an invitation – which is really a command – to come to a country house party and stay for a few weeks.

Joshua, on the other hand, is generally content with a quiet life in the countryside. His long-time lover died at sea a few years ago, and he retreated to his cousin’s estates to brood, and to paint. He gets dragged along with the family when they’re invited to the same house party, and his and Stephen’s worlds collide.

It’s never that simple, of course – Stephen already has a lover, although they frequently invite other men into their bed – and Joshua has been lusting after Stephen since he saw him in concert the previous year. The story comes when all those conflicting emotions, desires and passion-plays collide. We start with a couple, move to a triad, and end with a different couple altogether, with happy endings coming to those who deserve them.

I’ll give you a piece from one of my favorite scenes. News has just come from London about a raid on a prominent molly house – a gay bar of the time. Many of Stephen’s friends have been arrested for ‘acts against nature,’ and two of them executed.

Meanwhile, Lady Horlock, Joshua’s cousin and patroness, has become suspicious of the amount of time he’s been spending with the two musicians, and is trying to find proof that he’s morally ‘unsound.’ In this era, that would mean his arrest, and likely his death.

In this snippet, Joshua and Stephen are meeting secretly in the stables, trying to decide what to do next.


“Did you know them?” Joshua asked quietly after hours seemed to have drifted by.

Ashbrook nodded, and there was exhaustion laced through his voice when he replied, “Yes, though Cade knew them better. I don’t understand all this hatred,” he continued, not moving from Joshua’s half embrace. “Unless this is our punishment for sin. Why can we not be left alone to live our lives as we choose?”

The question cut to the core of things, and Joshua closed his eyes. Pain sliced through his heart, knowing the things that were impossible. And a glimmer of hope, for the things that weren’t. “In some places, we could be. England is not the sum total of the world.” A different sort of image of his own future began to build itself behind Joshua’s eyes, wheels already set in motion.

Ashbrook turned his face in to press his lips against Joshua’s throat. “Perhaps,” he sighed, his eyes closed. Joshua buried his face in Ashbrook’s curls and hung on. “But it is the only one I know.”

The door dragged against the dirt. His head jerked up and he looked around, only to see Sophie flying in at top speed. She had been running, her hair in disarray, and she gestured at the two of them with wild hands.

“There you are!” she proclaimed, and gave them both disgusted looks. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” she addressed Joshua alone. “I told you to be careful, but do you listen? The old bat has her wind up, now that you three vanished together, and one of the scullery girls said she saw you coming down this way.”

Cade was already gone, but the two of them alone together, the paper in his hand— No, it would not do at all to be found here.

“We need to run,” Ashbrook said, coming to the same conclusion.

“There’s no time!” Joshua could see movement and people out the window, coming down the path. “If we leave by the door they’ll see us.”

Ashbrook looked around, then lit up. “Then we’ll have to find another way.” He bolted up the ladder into the hayloft like he were a circus performer or a sailor’s monkey, too rapidly for Joshua to copy.

“Here.” He handed the paper to Sophie, about to try his best regardless, but the door at the far end creaked as someone pushed it open.

Sophie jammed her hands through his hair to rough it up, grabbed pieces of straw and shoved them down her bodice.

“Sophie!” he hissed, and she stomped on his foot.

Shuffling and rustling came from the hayloft, and a flash of boot gleamed in the light as Ashbrook squirreled himself away.

Sophie pressed the paper to her suddenly heaving bosom and set her eyes wide, as Downe and Lady Horlock entered the stables together.

“Of course I’ll…” she began breathlessly, pressing close to his body and—

What in God’s name was she playing at?

“Mr. Beaufort!” Downe called out.

Sophie squeaked and jumped away from him as though she had not just been pressing herself up against his thigh like a cat in heat, “…take this message up right away, sir,” she said in the breathiest, worst attempt at faking a conversation he had ever heard, glancing sidelong at Downe and Lady Horlock, and managing to blush crimson across the tops of her cheeks.

He needed to revise whatever he might have thought about her acting abilities. The girl should be on the stage full time, instead of mending Lady Horlock’s linens. “Yes, thank you.” He was red himself now, though not from the falseness of the scene they were apparently now committed to playing out.

“Ah, Lady Horlock, Lord Downe…” he turned his attention toward the others and Sophie, managing to look both demure and debauched simultaneously, scurried out the door under Lady Horlock’s heavy glare, “…what a surprise to see you. Here.”

A noise came from the hayloft that sounded suspiciously like a strangled cough.


How do you go about picking character names? Do you have to get them just right and make sure they fit with the character’s personality? 

I do, to a certain degree. My first goal is always to make sure that the names are right for the context, more than the personality, as characters tend to change during my first draft and by the time I really have a handle on who they are, I’d far too used to their names to change them.

The Academy of Saint Gabriel is a phenomenal web resource for names separated out by culture, going up to the mid-seventeenth century. Thankfully there are also a set of fantastic sites with information on later naming trends, and the regency is well-covered. Once I have a list of names that could be used, I go down and see which ones sound right when I turn them over in my mind. Then it’s a matter of making sure that I don’t have too many characters with names that sound alike! Evander was ‘James’ very briefly, and if I remember correctly, Stephen was ‘Edward’ for about six hours. I think the current names fit them much better.

Surnames for incidental characters are always much more fun! I like finding proper surnames that are plausible, but give a sense of a character who will only be ‘on-screen’ for a short span.

We’re cover hussies. What was your first impression of this cover?

Oh gosh. Gillian was just amazing to work with. I gave her a couple of notes and some suggestions for photos, and she just made it a work of art. I think my first reaction was ‘aww – there are my boys! Hallo Stephen!’ That first look is such a fun moment, and makes everything seem suddenly very real.

I really like the way we ended up dividing the cover. This is intended to be a series, though in the sense that the books will all take place in the same universe, not that one leads directly on from another. They’ll all be readable as stand-alones, touching on another aspect of the performing arts community in regency London. With that in mind, the cover design is set up so that we can flip out the bottom image on a thematic basis, as well as switching up the characters on top. It’ll add this lovely sense of continuity across the series that I’m really looking forward to seeing.

What does writing mean to you?

It’s an escape. It’s a chance to sit down and just be in my own head for a while, telling the stories that bubble underneath my skin. I’ll admit that there’s a bit of my usual activism in my writing, at least in this particular series. There are so many stories from history that never get told, whether they’re about women, or racial or sexual minorities, and I want to bring some of those possibilities into the light. It feels very good to bring forth some of those voices.

What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?

That happy endings are always possible. My characters always seem to end up a little bit dented by life, and in situations where true happiness seems improbable. They’re not dukes, or ladies with large dowries, just ordinary artists trying to balance their artistic passions with their private lives, and make some kind of living at the same time. It’s a different sort of escapist fantasy than billionaire kink, and one that I really hope resonates with readers who have their own dents, dings and private passions.

No matter what, every one of us is deserving of a chance at love.

If you had a technology free day, what would you do?

Putter in my garden. I have a little kitchen garden out back, where we grow vegetables, berries and herbs, and I never seem to have enough time to do the weeding and all the maintenance and rebuilding that I’d like to. There’s something soothing and soul-satisfying about digging in the rich, dark earth.

What are you currently working on?

That Potent Alchemy, which will hopefully be the third book in Treading the Boards. Grace and Isaac are both theater professionals this time around – she’s a dancer and an actor who is aging out of the ingénue roles, and he’s a stage technician who dreams of restoring some of the Restoration-style theatre spectaculars. They circle each other during the run-up to a new production, but a third party may have quite a bit to say about the notion of a happily ever after…

It’s been so much fun researching the various London theatres of the time, and how the backstage all worked. My favorite effect at the moment is the thunder run, which was a way to make sound effects for storms on stage. There was a metal gutter running from the catwalk down to the floor backstage, and stagehands would roll cannonballs down the gutter on cue to create peals of thunder. Effects back then were just as complex as today’s sound and lighting boards, but with a lot more running around.

Quickie Time

Sexiest feature on a man?


Boxers, Briefs or Commando?

Boxer briefs! Snug and with lift, ideally.

What is on your night stand/dresser?

Way too many books that I haven’t read yet, my glasses, alarm clock and a Black Widow bobblehead doll.

Hairy chests or smooth?

Hairy! But more fuzzy, or just enough to highlight the pecs, not wolf-man Tom Selleck kind of hairy. I also love a well-trimmed beard. (It’s all about texture.)

Cowboy or businessman?

Businessman. A well-tailored suit is my catnip.

Tattoos or piercings?

Piercings, especially sexy ones. The contrast of metal-in-skin is mind-blowing.

Secret talent?

I used to play the trombone in high school band, and I can still blow a raspberry that lasts over a minute. It’s all in the breath control.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Ketchup-flavoured chips. I can’t help it. They’re awful, but so addictive.

Celebrity crush?

Gillian Anderson. This woman was responsible for my sexual awakening.

Night owl or early bird?

Night owl. I need coffee to get out of bed in the morning.

Twitter or Facebook?

Twitter. @tessbowery

Pinterest or Instagram?

Neither? Now that Livejournal’s dead, I’m a Tumblr girl, through and through. (!)

ebooks or paperbacks?

Paperbacks; it’s easier to make notes in the margins that way. (I’m so sorry! I only do it in ones that I own!)

Is there anything else you like to add?

Thank you so much for having me! I’m having such a good time with this whole process, and getting to meet everyone has been a wonderful adventure.

Come by on June 2nd,  7 pm Eastern Time, to join me in the chatroom for the release party! I’ll have giveaways and prizes as well as interviews and a social hour. I look forward to seeing everyone!

launch inviteTess Bowery is an east coast writer of historical LBGT erotic romance (can it get more niche?) She’s an academic with a masters in history, which she is abusing relentlessly in pursuit of happy endings. Rite of Summer is her debut novel. This highly-charged erotic romance is available now for pre-order — — and releases officially on June 2nd.

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excerptJoshua lowered himself into the armchair in his room, and loosened his cravat with a peevish snap.

“That bad, was it?” Sophie asked from the chair opposite, her legs curled under her. She closed the book in her hands, tucking it into her lap. It said something that he wasn’t the least bit surprised by her presence, though by all rights he should have been appropriately scandalized. He could always tell her to leave, as though that would do any good. The girl was like a cat; she went where she pleased and did what she liked, and woe betide anyone but her employer who tried to force her otherwise.

“I had no idea,” Joshua said, checking first to be sure the door was most securely closed, “that her ladyship had such strong opinions about the idea of gas lighting.”

“Ooh, yes, did she get on about that again?” Sophie replied with a pleased grin. “’Those gas lines will be a blight on the city,’” she imitated bitingly. “’They’re an invitation to treachery and a first stage toward a new Gunpowder Plot,’ to hear her go on. And did you know,” she asked rhetorically, the light of mischief in her eyes, “that they’re sinful as well? Apparently Our Lord and Savior would prefer candlelight.”

“Lord save us from the march of progress,” Joshua sighed, and rubbed his forehead. Exhaustion nipped around the edges of his eyes, his shoulders aching. “You were quite right, by the way.” He glanced up at Sophie, not too tired to add to her amusement. “Lady Chalcroft’s got her eye set on Coventry for her eldest. The two of them would set on her rivals like a pair of wild dogs if they thought it would get her a hand-span closer to a coronet.”


bioTess has been a fan of historical fiction since learning the Greek and Roman myths at her mother’s knee. Now let loose on a computer, she’s spinning her own tales of romance and passion in a slightly more modern setting. Her work in the performing arts has led to a passion for the theatre and dance in all its forms, and been the inspiration for her current books. Tess lives on the east coast, with her partner of fifteen years and two cats who should have been named ‘Writer’s Block’ and ‘Get Off the Keyboard, Dammit.’

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Book Blitz: Beneath the Broken Moon (Part 1) by @sarahmakela


BeneaththeBrokenMoonGenre: New Adult Post-Apocalyptic Shifter Romance

Publisher: Kissa Press LLC

Date of Publication: April 28, 2015

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blurbWerewolf relationships are all about influence and offspring, especially as they are becoming extinct. But Carmela Santiago resents that type of life. She dreams of falling in love, not following the example her parents have set.

When sensual vampire Derek Ashmore rescues her from dangerous hunters, she tumbles head over heels for him. Not a wise decision since werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies.

Meeting her caring mate-to-be Brendan Kelly has her further questioning the future. Regardless, her life has forever changed now that she’s met not one, but two men who pull at her heartstrings…

excerpt Bullets peppered the big screen of the Teatro de la Noche. Screams rang out around me, and I dropped to the floor, pulling my cousin Chandra down with me. Tension ached in my shoulders, and my heart pounded in my chest like a trapped animal, desperate to escape.

Gunpowder stung my sensitive nose, but through the overpowering scent, I caught a whiff of a hunter heading our way. “Chandra, we have to move.”

If Chandra and I didn’t get out of here we’d end up dead—or worse, test subjects for the Cazador—human hunters ordered to scour the land of nocturnes by the plutocratic government.

“How? They’re all around us.” Chandra peeked over the seats before dropping back down beside me. “A few of them are chasing down those who ran from the first assault, but two more are heading straight for us.” She ran a manicured hand through her honey-brown hair, which was only a shade darker than my own. “Come on. I have a plan. Let’s try to sneak out the side door.” She crawled in the opposite direction, down the row of seats.

The sight of my cousin’s butt cheeks hanging out of her short skirt filled my vision; some things were better left unseen. I lowered my gaze, particularly since Chandra had forgone panties. She almost always held herself with an air of power and purpose. Perhaps that’s what it took to get attention from other werewolves. Chandra got it in heaps, but her lower social status stopped a lot of relationships.

While it was a horrible time to second-guess my modest fashion sense, I couldn’t help wonder if I should take a lesson from my cousin. My own blouse and dark blue jeans had much less pizzazz. But I doubted my father would allow me to dress like Chandra; we had a privileged image to uphold.

I bit my lip, struggling to turn my thoughts back to the problem at hand. This was all too much. How could we get out of here unscathed when the roar of gunfire continued to close in?

We reached the end of the aisle. Chandra moved to glance over the seat, when a shout came from the opposite end, startling us both.

“Run, Chandra!” I barely kept my voice to a whisper.

She sprinted toward the bright red exit sign at the front of the theater, and I chased after her, trying to keep my pace natural though her long legs made it challenging. Maybe if they suspected we weren’t nocturnes, they’d leave us alone.

The stomping of heavy boots on the theater’s plush carpets said otherwise. Then again, they weren’t opposed to taking their fellow humans down too. The very rich in power thrived on oppressing those less fortunate. What better way to keep the populace down than to have their thugs strike whenever possible.

“We should split up.” Chandra shoved a heavy trashcan in front of the door, but that wouldn’t be much of an obstacle to the pseudo-military bastards.

“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “No way. If we do that, we’ll—” The trashcan scraped the cement as the hunters tried to open the door. Maybe she was right. If we were together, there was a better chance of them catching us both. Alone, we might survive the night.

I nodded to her, and we took off in opposite directions down the alleyway behind the Teatro. The door slammed open, smacking the wall hard, as I turned the corner and headed toward the main street. I had to find somewhere to hide out before the hunters spotted me again.

In front of me, another group of Cazador chased a few werewolves down the main road. I slowed to keep my distance from them, but if I didn’t get somewhere fast, they were going to catch me. Ugh. As much as I loved getting out of the house and going to the movies, I wished I’d listened to my instincts tonight and stayed home.

Two sets of feet pounded the sidewalk behind me. Perhaps they’d spotted me before I reached the corner.

I picked up speed a little, pumping my arms as I struggled to keep to a human speed while staying out of range. The temptation to race through the streets nearly drove me to action, but I glanced back, seeing my pursuers for the first time.

One of the men had greying hair and a rounded belly, which explained the slower, heavier footfalls, while the other guy appeared younger and super-athletic. No wonder I was having trouble getting away. If he hadn’t been so scary, he might’ve been attractive. Pure masculine aggression raged through him, tensing his shoulders as his gaze focused solely on me, his prize. Each man carried a large-caliber handgun. I was just glad they were too busy running to try to shoot me…for now, at least.

My sandal hit an uneven patch of concrete in the sidewalk. My body lurched forward, but I caught myself before I could go down. I should’ve been paying more attention to the street. Up ahead on the opposite side of the road, I spotted a dark alleyway running alongside a row house. If I cut through, I could safely turn up the speed without exposing myself, and lose them.

The older hunter slowed; his breathing had become increasingly labored. He cocked his revolver’s hammer, and I darted across the empty road, making a beeline for the alley. The last thing I wanted tonight was to see Dr. Matthews. Just a little bit farther. A bullet smacked the ground at my feet, hitting me with fragments of pavement. I bit back a yelp, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing my fear.

“I got this one, old kook,” the younger hunter grumbled, and his footsteps slowed too.

Another gunshot pierced the hazy night air. White-hot pain rocked my shoulder, nearly toppling me to the ground. I screamed, unable to hold it in, and picked up speed, no longer caring if I appeared human or not. The faint creak of a door barely registered before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, jerking me inside the dark row house.

My rescuer softly shut the door, careful not to make a sound, and shoved a hand over my mouth. “Sshhh,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe.” His voice was deep, with an English accent. He pulled me away from the door and hunched down in the darkened room, holding me close, waiting and listening.


bioNYT & USA Today bestselling author Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she’s written all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy…even a sweet contemporary romance!

A life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night-light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies (and Ghost Adventures), and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.




Guest Post and #Giveaway: Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #gay #romance #mm


Coming Out by Lucy Felthouse

When I started writing Native Tongue I knew there’d be a coming out scene in there somewhere. It had to happen—the boys met and fell in love in a situation where coming out wasn’t an option, but once their lives moved to England, they couldn’t stay in the closet any longer.

I didn’t worry too much about writing the scene because every single person on this planet is different and therefore it means that there’s no “right” way to come out, and no “right” way for others to react. It’s down to each individual person, so once I got there I just wrote what came naturally to me. I suppose I was inspired a little bit by my experiences of friends coming out to me, but otherwise I didn’t do any research or anything, for the reasons I mentioned above.

Hugh Wilkes’ family don’t feature in the first book, so it was nice for me as the author to meet them, and although they’re not a huge part of the second book, I became very fond of them.

Hugh Wilkes is pretty sure his family members are going to be okay with him being gay, but that didn’t mean he’d find it easy to come out. There was still a lot of nervousness, which is why it was great that his boyfriend, Rustam Balkhi, was there to support him.

Overall, this scene was pretty easy to write, and I didn’t worry about it too much, but it was still fantastic to have a comment from a reader that said it was a great scene because it was so similar to what had happened in their own family! I didn’t plan it that way, but I’m happy to know it resonated with someone.

I hope you enjoy this snippet, and will check out the rest of the boys’ story.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


nativetongueblurbThey may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

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excerpt“We normally save that for when we’ve got booze, but yeah, tea works.” He raised his own cup, by now handed to him by his mother, then took a sip. Seeing the madness had calmed, Stanley loped over for some fuss, which Wilkes willingly and enthusiastically gave.

Once everyone had settled down into chairs and gotten their refreshments collected or topped up, he shot a quick glance at Balkhi, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

Okay, he said to himself. This is it. No going back.

The silence hung for a few seconds while Wilkes screwed up his courage. Fuck. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more awkward than falling in love with your Afghan interpreter, it bloody well does.

“Guys, listen up!” he said brightly, immediately snapping everyone’s attention to him. “I’ve got you here under slightly false pretences, I’m afraid. Not that I didn’t want to see you all, of course. I did, and I do. I’ve missed you terribly.” Stop stalling, Wilkes, you pussy! “But, my real reason for getting you here is to tell you my news. You see, uh, Rustam here has come with me this weekend for a reason. I’ve wanted to tell you all this for some time, but haven’t quite found the right moment. But recently I’ve come to realise there’s no point in keeping quiet any longer.” He cleared his throat. “I’m gay, everyone. I’m gay, and Rustam is my boyfriend. We met out in Afghanistan on my last tour. He was my interpreter. At some point, we fell in love and have been together ever since.”


bioLucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of Lucy_Felthouse (2)subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:


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Cover Reveal and #Giveaway: The Pinch of the Game by @CharleyDescote @PridePromo



Release Date: June 24, 2015

blurbBeing a witch doesn’t mean one can beat the devil forever.

Jeffrey Overton, unemployed IT professional turned poker player, pushes his luck once too often and runs afoul of the host of an illegal card club. The man sent to escort Jeffrey to a “meeting” about his supernatural winning streak arrives at Jeffrey’s crappy North Portland apartment, lock-picking tools in hand and a charm to block Jeffrey’s magick.

Head muscle for said host, Mike Wells, is a Daisy from Daisyville. He isn’t a witch. What he lacks in magickal talent he makes up for in brawn, so he doesn’t expect the guy he’s after to overpower him. But once Mike renders Jeffrey helpless, he’d rather seduce him than bring him in.

Jeffrey and Michael ditch the “meeting” and end up hunting some of the same people they ran from, trying to get Jeffrey back into his own body. And that’s only part of the adventure. The pair travel halfway across the country on the quietest road trip in history and find missing people, empire-building witches, and maybe even the families they’d both thought lost to them.

Categories: Contemporary, Gay fictions, M/M Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Romance

excerptIf Sal had sent someone after me, a short trip up to Seattle might be a good idea, maybe even BC. That called for some new clothes, so I grabbed my battered gym bag—my quick escape kit—and was almost home free when the kitchen door burst open. It would’ve been dumb to turn off the light when the goomba first went to work on the lock—I can’t see any better in the dark than your average Daisy, not when I’m blocked. Once that massive body filled the doorway, I wished I had. Wished I’d done something.

He hesitated, barely a moment, and I bolted for the front door. He grabbed me before I made it out of the kitchen and pinned both of my arms to my sides. It wouldn’t work, I knew that, but I still tried to burn his hands. All I needed was enough time to—fuck, is he laughing?

“Give it up, pretty boy. You’re blocked.”

The big man pushed me against the wall face-first and pulled both hands behind my back.

“Hey, wait a sec, big guy. Let’s talk about this. I can—”

He pushed me flat against the wall, and the rest of that sentence disappeared in the rush of air he squeezed from my lungs. I couldn’t help being turned on, even though pain and domination usually aren’t my thing. Neither are bears, but underneath the padding he felt nice and solid, leaning full against me. He tightened a plastic zip tie around my wrists with shaking hands. And then he held me there.

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bioCharley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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LightACandle_400x600blurbWill broke Dusty’s heart their senior year. One unexpected moment of passion between them, and Will freaked out. Not only wasn’t he gay, but he wasn’t kinky either—or so he insisted to Dusty. Their long friendship ended, and Dusty was left with only bittersweet memories of their last movie night together.

Ten years later, out as gay and a Dom, Will auditions for membership at Club Deviant, only to find that he’s been assigned an all-too-familiar submissive. His scene with Dustin feels like fate, and he’s determined to get back what they once had—and more.

Dustin had buried the pain of rejection deep, but playing with Will conjures all his memories of that one electric moment they shared and the friendship it destroyed. He’s built walls around his heart high enough to keep out the Trojan Army, but together, he and Will may find the courage to move beyond their past and face their future together.

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To Mate a Wolf by Jordan Ashton #Giveaway @Author_J_Ashton #MM #erotic #paranormal

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Shifters of the Claiming Kind

Book 2

Jordan Ashton

Genre: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Cowboy, M/M, shape-shifters

Publisher: Siren Publishing

Date of Publication: October 2014

ISBN: 978-1-63258-432-8


Number of pages: 93

Word Count: 21,486

Cover Artist: Harris Channing

blurbEvan Michaels has just become the mob’s number one target. They want him dead before he can tell the police what he knows. When the Brooks brothers, five kind and brave wolf shifters, offer their aid and protection on their cattle ranch, Evan jumps at the offer.

Chandler Brooks opened his home to Evan Michaels, a cute half-lynx who was in dire need of his and his brothers’ protection. But he never imagined he’d open his heart, too. All this time he thought an eternal mate didn’t exist, until Evan came into his life. He tries to win the frightened and cocooned half-lynx’s heart and make him his life mate. But a past lover returns, determined to ruin any chance Chandler has at love and happiness.

Can Chandler make Evan trust him and open his eyes to the everlasting love that exists between them, while protecting him from a hidden and deadly danger lurking nearby that’s ready to strike?

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excerptWhen they got to the range, Chandler removed his hat and rested it on a wooden post, then waltzed up to a magnificent black horse. Patting its black mane, he said, “This here is Wanda. She is a thoroughbred. I bought her from our neighbor Sal Winfred. He owns several racehorses. She’s too old to race competitively anymore, but she’s perfect for us.”

He turned to get the burgundy leather saddle resting in the corner of the stall and hauled it over her, securing the straps on both sides.

Jumpy and fearful, Evan stammered, “D–do you have a super slow pony I can ride instead?”

Chandler laughed, his pearly white teeth sparkled in the beaming afternoon sunlight. “Wanda is the slowest and tamest we have, I’m afraid.”

Evan’s armpits began to perspire with his apprehension, and he really regretted wearing this light blue T-shirt which turned dark blue when it got wet. Soon he’d be a sweating slob. And if he lost his grip on Wanda and landed on his ass or his face in front of his dreamboat hunk, well, there went any chance of making a good impression.

“All right. I–I guess I have no choice but to ride her,” he stuttered.

“I’ll be riding with you, if that reassures you.” He gave him a slanted, flirty smirk.

Panic and excitement twirled around Evan like a tornado, making him anxious and super uneasy. He hoped he didn’t forget to put on deodorant after coming out of the shower, because with all the sweating he was doing, he’d start smelling like the horse they’d be riding pretty soon.

“Unless you prefer to go solo…” Chandler tilted his head to the right.

Evan shook his head. “No, believe me, the last thing I want to do is ride Wanda solo. I’m scared I’ll hurt her or she won’t like me and hurl me off.”

Chandler held out the stirrup, grinning. “No, she would never do that to you. She likes you a lot. You’re a super likable guy, you know.”

Evan blushed as he put his foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself onto Wanda. Her wide girth had his tense inner leg muscles stretching.

Once he was settled, he absorbed Chandler’s words. You’re a super likable guy. Was that a good thing or a bad? Was he likable as in he could be a good friend? Or was he likable as in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship? He hoped Chandler meant the latter.

After Chandler positioned himself behind him on the horse, he wrapped his arms around Evan to reach for the reins. Evan lost his breath when Chandler’s nose tickled the back of his neck through his stretching movements. His heart raced fast. He could feel its pulse in his throat.

“Sorry about that,” Chandler apologized.

“It’s okay.” Evan squeaked and coughed, trying to clear the nervousness from his throat.

Chandler’s cologne smelled sweet, alluring, and very familiar. Was it Drakkar Noir he wore? Before he could ask him if it was, Chandler squeezed Wanda’s sides, and she began to gallop slowly.

Evan gasped.

“You okay?” Chandler’s warm breath caressed and tickled Evan’s ear and cheek.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, trying to get a grip on his raging hormones and stop his churning stomach.

Wanda continued to gallop at a steady pace. Soon Evan’s drumming heartbeat settled to its natural pace as his fear began to subside. He stared out at the vast grasslands. It was breathtaking. He’d only witnessed this type of view in movies or still life photos, but never in real life.

As if reading his mind, Chandler said, “It’s thirty acres. My parents started this ranch some thirty-one years ago. They had just moved to Oklahoma when someone told them that this place was being sold through an auction. The previous owner had passed away. He had no kids or wife, or any other family who could inherit it, so it went to the state upon his death.

“They got it at an amazing price. My brothers and I have always lived here. It’s the only home we’ve ever known.”

Evan sighed slowly, still admiring the land. “And it’s beautiful.”

Chandler nodded, gazing around as well. “Yes, it is.”

After a moment’s silence, Evan turned to stare into his eyes. He said, “Felix told me your parents died when you were only twenty-one and you had to look after your four younger brothers all by yourself.”

Chandler stared back in silence. He wasn’t smiling nor frowning, and he seemed to simply be thinking. Evan wondered if he was remembering the past and how it must have been hard for him to have so much responsibility put on his shoulders at such a young age.

“Yeah, I did. I also had to take care of the ranch. It was really difficult at first, especially with Bane, my hardheaded brother. It isn’t easy for two alpha wolf shifters to get along. And at that time he was a rebel, to say the least. But we all found a way to get along and work together.”

Staring deeply into Chandler’s eyes, Evan said in a soft, low voice, “You’re remarkable.”

Chandler chortled. “Thanks. No one has ever called me that before.” His laugh turned to a soft smile. “And so are you.”

Blushing once again, Evan lowered his gaze. “No, I’m not. I was never like you. I wasn’t a responsible person or caring of others. I was the opposite. I let my brother and my mom down.”

Chandler gently touched his chin, lifting it so Evan’s eyes would meet his. “You were young, and didn’t know any better. But now you do and have changed. So stop putting yourself down and be proud of who you’ve become. Evan Michaels, you are one remarkable, handsome, amazing guy.”

He leaned in, joining his warm lips to Evan’s. Electricity traveled through their contact, taking Evan’s breath away.


bioJordan Ashton is a writer and wife whose passion for reading romance novels led her to writing them, too. She believes love can conquer all and that it makes the world go round, not money. Her heroes, heroines, and the worlds she creates bring this belief to life. She is and will always be a true romantic at heart.






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In Stacey Kennedy’s steamy paranormal romance novel, a rookie guardian sworn to combat the undead risks life and love in a world of violence, witchcraft, and seduction.

9780553395136_1Title: Witches Be Burned, a Magic & Mayhem novel

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Release Date: May 19, 2015

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Publisher: Loveswept by Random House

Format: Digital eBook

ISBN: 978-0-553-39513-6

blurbNexi Jones has lost her family, she’s been stripped of her guardian duties, and she’s still learning the ins and outs of white magic. At least she has Kyden, the smoldering hot elite guardian who’s been there for her every step of the way. But just as Nexi completes her training, tragedy strikes the Otherworld when a fellow guardian is murdered by a group of rogue vampires. Ready or not, she and Kyden trek into the Earthworld to hunt down a killer—and Nexi alone will be put to the ultimate test.   Although Kyden knows that Nexi must fight her own battles, his guardian instincts are raging as he struggles to keep her close. The ruthlessness of these vampires is like nothing he’s ever seen. And at their helm is the Black Witch Astoria, a demon with one burning desire: to shed Nexi’s blood in the name of vengeance. What troubles Kyden even more, though, is the warlock who covets Nexi’s heart. Let the devil do his worst . . . all Kyden can do is love and protect Nexi until his last breath.

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biostaceykennedySTACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Outlander

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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Life of Privilege by Amanda Bretz @Totally_Bound

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The Things Money Can’t Buy

I’m happy to be a guest here today at All I Want and More, thank you for hosting me on your blog!

It’s a bit of a cliché, but the old adage that money doesn’t buy the best things in life is so true. Wealth can buy plenty of comforts. Fame and status can get someone pretty far in certain aspects. But what does a life in the public eye lack? What does one trade for fame, wealth and privilege?

Those were questions I tried to answer in my latest novel Life of Privilege.

The heroine of my story Katherine Dawson is a celebrity in the fashion world. She’s one of the judges on a reality TV competition for budding fashion designers. She’s also the heiress to one of the largest clothing companies in America. In addition to being an heiress, she also serves as the face of the company, modeling the new lines each fall and spring.

When the book opens we find Katherine on her wedding day, she’s about to marry Nathan Taylor, the producer of the reality TV show where she’s a judge. He’s touted as an up and coming producer, so their union appears to round out her seemingly perfect life.

As the tagline for the novel says: Living the life of a celebrity isn’t as perfect as it seems. As the story unfolds, bits of Katherine’s past are revealed and the idea that while on the surface it seems she had it all in her old life, she feels like she’s truly living a privileged life when she escapes her celebrity status.

For years she’d had to base every private decision in her life on how it would impact her public persona. That sort of pressure has taken a toll on Katherine. After years of being in the public eye, she develops intense anxiety issues. She gives up her life of luxury in Manhattan and moves to Seattle where people don’t recognize her as a celebrity.

For the first time, she’s able to partake of simple, ordinary events that feel like luxuries to her. Things like walking into a coffee shop unnoticed, attending a music concert and forming new relationships with people who like her for the person she is, not the celebrity she used to be hold more value to her than money and status.

So, living in Seattle and being able to get out and go unnoticed mean a lot to her. It’s not always easy—and wouldn’t it make for such a boring book if everything did go smoothly for her?

In the following scene, Katherine has just fled a coffee shop because she thinks a man has recognized her. He hasn’t, what has really happened is he sees she’s having a mini panic attack and he’s looking at her because he wants to try to help her. She doesn’t want the media whirlwind that surrounded her in New York City to happen in Seattle so she leaves before anyone can out her as the famous Katherine Dawson. She’s able to run onto a city bus and the close call with almost being found out makes her realize that maybe the man in the coffee shop meant to help her, not to try to call attention to her celebrity status.


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Living the life of a celebrity isn’t always as perfect as it seems.

Katherine Dawson was born into a life of privilege as the heiress to an apparel dynasty. Between judging a reality TV competition for budding fashion designers and having been the face of her family’s clothing line for most of her life, she’s one of the biggest celebrities in her field.

When she becomes engaged to up-and-coming television producer Nathan Taylor, she appears to have it all. To any outsider, she has a picture-perfect life, so when Katherine leaves her groom-to-be at the altar and disappears, the tabloids are full of speculation over her sudden departure.

Fleeing New York to hide out in Seattle, she quickly finds that living the life of an heiress in hiding isn’t as easy as she thought, especially after she meets a magnetic writer named Royce Reynolds. In her new life on the West Coast, she struggles to keep her anonymity, and experiences a relationship with a man who wants her for the person she is, not the celebrity she used to be.

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Her footsteps fell loudly against the sidewalk and she saw a bus stopping at the next block up. She sprinted and caught it just in time. She counted her blessings that it was nearly empty, but selected a seat near the back and pulled her hat down lower over her eyes for good measure. She’d had a close call in the coffeehouse. Craning her neck, she looked out of the back window of the bus toward the café she’d fled. Slapping her palm over her mouth, she stopped herself just short of gasping in surprise. The man who’d sat next to her was standing outside the coffeehouse looking left and right, searching the people milling around on the street. His body language was tense and she could almost swear that he was frowning. Was he looking for her? Could he have recognized her? Or was it possible that a stranger might actually show compassion for her well-being?

The bus started moving. She turned around and faced forward. Whatever the man in the coffeehouse wanted, she was glad she’d left when she did. Her breathing was starting to return to normal and her body was beginning to relax. She closed her eyes and recalled the scene in the coffee shop. Would she ever truly be able to interact and mingle with others? The fear of being found out ate at her insides. It wasn’t just that she didn’t want to deal with the media coverage. It was more than not wanting to be Katherine Dawson anymore.

For the first time in her adult life she was free to make her own choices and that scared her. She could choose what she looked like, who she befriended, what she ate and what hobbies and interests to pursue. Suppressing a sob, she realized how much she’d given up staying in her old life. Such basic rights seemed like rare privileges. What so many others took for granted or saw as humdrum facets of a boring life had the appeal of bright and shiny jewels to her.



In addition to being the author of contemporary, historical and erotic romance, Amanda Bretz A_Bretzholds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida. She is a multi-published author of several books and short stories and has worked as a journalist in both print and online news. Amanda writes romantic stories with happy endings and invites readers to experience the rush of falling in love.

When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book.

She resides in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Brandon.


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It’s a Very Naughty Spring with a new #boxedset, Naughty Flings (#99cents #kindle #romance @suzdemello @naughtyliterati #free)

Box+set+-+no+reflection+V2The Naughty Literati are back with a new boxed set—their third.

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They’re a group of authors who’ve come together to showcase their epic talents in stories filled with powerful eroticism and satisfying romance. Their tales range from heartwarming and sweet to scorching hot erotic; medieval to futuristic; humans to aliens and shape-shifters; vanilla committed couples to kinky ménage fun.

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Here’s a snippet from Suz deMello’s hot hot hot new story, Spring Training, in which a baseball pitcher gets very special, very private training from his team’s gorgeous new trainer. Terri’s romance with player Chase McCall will get your heart racing and your toenails curling!

Though the hotel’s dining room was crowded with players and fans, Chase managed to score a relatively quiet table with a fake palm on one side and a curtain on the other. While he waited for Terri to show up, he battled the demons in his head.

Okay, so she’s beautiful. She’s smart. She loves baseball.

But she’s the new trainer. If we fool around and things go wrong… He shuddered.

A few words to management from Terri like, “Chase McCall? He used to be good…” and he’d be off the team, his career shattered.

A hush fell over the crowded, noisy room. He heard a player say, with reverence in his tone, “Holy shit, she sure cleans up nice.”

Chase stood and looked toward the door. Yeah, she sure did clean up nicely. Her slim, unadorned dress allowed her natural beauty to shine, as did her lack of makeup, which showcased glowing, perfect skin. Shiny brown hair swept her shoulders. She was so gorgeous that his eyes ached just looking at her.

She strode toward him, smiling. He had a brief vision of her doing the same thing. Naked. Tits bobbing, hips swinging… He bet she was a firecracker in the sack. All that confidence oozing outta her was sexy as hell.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“What?” she asked.

He helped her into a chair, then slumped into his. He hummed along with the jazz band playing in the adjacent bar. I’ve got it bad, and that ain’t good…


He raised his head and saw her nodding in understanding. “If it’s any comfort… Me too.”NF

He rubbed his face. “At least we can both be adults about it, talk about it.”

“Yep, well, you’re totally distracting, and sex would be even more distracting.” Terri’s tone was firm, matter-of-fact. She tapped fingertips against the linen tablecloth. Was she edgy, too?

“And it would be a terrible career move for me.”

She frowned and even looked a little offended. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a server bustling over to their table. “What can I get you folks to drink?”

“Prosecco, please.” Her tone was brisk and assured, as usual.

Despite another flare of desire, Chase focused on the matter at hand. “I’d like a glass of red. Do you have any California pinots?”

“We have an excellent Rombauer Zin that’s comparable, sir.”

“Umm, they’re a good vineyard. Okay.”

The server put dinner menus onto the table and left.

He eyed Terri. “What did I say that was so bad?”

“Why would an affair with me be a terrible career move? Being with the trainer—that would be smart, wouldn’t it?”

“Not if it didn’t work out. And it could be interpreted as sexual harassment.”

She smiled. “But who’s harassing whom?”

“Men are usually thought to have all the power in this situation,” he said slowly. “But here…you’re the one in control.”

She grinned at him. Jesus fuck, this woman is sex on a stick. She said, “Have you ever thought about giving up control?”

Chase stared at her. “You mean…you mean…some kind of kinky dominatrix thing?”

She didn’t say anything. She just licked her lower lip and smiled, a sinful glint in her eye.

“Screw dinner.” He tossed a twenty on the table for the drinks and stood.

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written nineteen books in several genres, including nonfiction, romance, erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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Elysium by @TheaLanden {#Giveaway} ~ #1NS @GoddessFish @DecadentPub


blurbTBookClover_Elysiumwo years have passed since April Patterson’s husband was shot and killed in the line of duty, and she’s trapped in a haze of grief and uncertainty. Having grown frustrated by all other efforts to engage her in activities where she could meet new people, her cousin pays for a date via 1Night Stand. Not thrilled with the idea, April nevertheless contacts Madame Eve and requests the impossible: a date with her deceased husband.

Brilliant software engineer Drew Monroe created his company, Elysium, to help give closure to those who have suffered the loss of a loved one, through the use of virtual reality. Though passionate about his work, being constantly surrounded by heartache and death has taken a toll on his mental health. When he accepts the case of a young widow referred to him by Madame Eve, her tragic tale depresses him further, but he commits himself to programming April the romantic date she desires.

April arrives at Elysium and prepares to enter Drew’s virtual realm. Will she find the solace she seeks within? Or will she discover she doesn’t need a fantasy world to discover happiness again?


excerptI came over to her in an effort to console her, and I doubted I’d even succeeded at that. In trying to offer her comfort, I’d contorted myself into an awkward position, trapping us between her chair and mine. The helmet she flung at me balanced on one leg, and my opposite elbow stuck out at an unnatural angle as I struggled to hold her in some sort of odd embrace. Terrific.

Her tears pooled on my upper arm, soaking through the shirt. “I’m sorry,” she kept repeating, her voice strained and muffled. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry….”

“No, I’m sorry.” My throat constricted, and for a second I thought I’d start crying with her. I grieved for a man I never met, and twinges of guilt tugged at my conscience as I thought about all the times I’d envied him. Coupled with the blatant shortcomings in operating Elysium’s software, I was not feeling very good about myself. “I’m sorry I let you down.” One arm tightened around her and shame pushed the next selfish words out. “I wanted to give you something no one else could. I wanted to let you be happy again.”

Little by little, April calmed down. She stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. Lifting her head, she stared at me with red-rimmed eyes. Something shifted within their gray depths, and she moved as if to stand. I expected her to disentangle herself from me and gather her belongings, but she leaned against the edge of the chair, wedging one knee between my thigh and the armrest. Before I could react, her hands were in my hair, her tongue was in my mouth, and she kissed me with a blazing intensity as if it was the last thing she’d ever do.


Kiss her back, you idiot.


bioThea Landen lives in New York with her husband and a variety of houseplants. A former educator,AuthorAvatar_Elysium she strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction, fantasy, and adventure and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.






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