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Friday, November 30, 2012

GUEST BLOG and Giveaway: KERI FORD

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Forgiveness or We’re Done?


I have to say, I’m a pretty non-forgiving person. Once you cross my line, I will cut you out forever. I don’t know why, I just am. I don’t recall ever “letting someone back in only to have them burn me later.” I just do it that way.

See that line I just drew in the sand? Don’t cross that. Don’t even think of crossing that.

My own personal line made writing Rough Tumble a serious CHORE. I am not even kidding. Trent crossed my line so far, it’s like the wind picked up all the sand and dumped it somewhere else that I couldn’t even draw my line back in the sand.

Here’s the thing with Trent. He’s the oldest male in the family. He’s spent so much time taking care of everyone, he doesn’t know how to stop. He just does things and when his brothers don’t respond how he likes, he often flips them the bird. He has ideas and orders in his mind he likes to see happen. He would have probably made a great dictator.

Oh boy, I know you’re excited to read this now, but let me finish first.

As much as I hated having to forgive Trent, I so very very very very very much enjoyed flicking him off that high horse he’d been riding on. He made a spectacular splat in the mud when he landed. I have to say, the way Trent landed on rock bottom and sat there and looked around at the things he’d said, realized at the person he had become, oh man—that made me dust my hands off and offer the man forgiveness.

So tell me, when was the last time you did something, even though you really just didn’t want to. Or just say, Keri, give me your Roughnecks series! Because that’s totally what my giveaway today is! Leave a comment and you’ll be entered for e-copies of Rough Ride, Rough Play and Rough Tumble.

Rough Tumble, last in The Roughnecks Series, is now available!



Having her fiancé admit through email that he married another girl while away was humiliating enough. Telling the small town the truth was something Tonya just couldn’t face yet. With him in the military, it seemed easy to let everyone think they were still together. Just for a little while. Fast-forward through time a few months and Tonya’s restless, lonely, and unsure how to fix her lie. To add to that, she’s finding her best friend, Trent Iverson, more and more attractive.

When Tonya confesses the truth, Trent feels like his life is finally on the right path. Everything is smooth sailing until old fears that makes him controlling surface. He has to face the mirror and see his controlling ways if he wants to keep Tonya.

$2.99 at Amazon Kindle | B&N Nook | AllRomanceEbooks | TMP | Smashwords

Coming soon in print and B&N

For the latest information on Keri and her books at

Website http://bit.ly/Heo4Vr
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Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16131231-rough-tumble

Thursday, November 29, 2012

GUEST BLOG and Giveaway: Heidi Lynn Anderson

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Heidi will be awarding a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn host. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



When prim proper Ava stumbles into a Miami sex club, she isn't expecting to find the man from her dreams. Navy SEAL Logan is just wasting time between missions until this naïve and innocent woman turns his world upside down.

Read an excerpt:

Nick tapped on the doorframe.

"Oh, thank God," she said under her breath.

"Honey, I have the boxes you asked for," he said, sauntering in, still wearing his fire department uniform. The navy Polo shirt and cargo pants fit him to a T.

Ava had to admit he made a hunky picture. She wondered why she didn't have the same reaction to his six foot two well-muscled frame as all her girlfriends. They all loved his kind brown eyes, boyish good looks, and underwear-model body.

Her mind flashed to the day, five years ago, when she met Nick. Her roommate dragged her to a fundraiser for the local hospital's burn unit. That night firefighters stripped down to their skivvies for a good cause.

She remembered her shock and dismay when he pulled her up on the stage and kissed her senseless. When Nick realized he'd scared her spitless, he bought her a drink and apologized--then bugged her until they were best friends. He'd been kissing her and calling her honey ever since. She loved him like an annoying brother.

He dropped the boxes next to Sister Mary Elizabeth, gave her a little wink, then continued toward Ava. Nick turned her office chair and pressed his lips to hers. She waited for the tingling feelings to start, but nothing. Not even when the tip of his tongue swiped her bottom lip. Am I dead inside?

Ava leaned back and forced a smile. "Hi, honey, thank you for coming on short notice."

Nick sat on her desk, his back to the now sputtering sister and mouthed, Nothing?

Ava grinned and shook her head. "Nick, let me introduce you to Sister Mary Elizabeth."

He winked again and stood to face the fuming woman. "Nice to meet you, Sister."

Nick must have blessed her with his charming smile, because the old nun's face twisted into a small grin. It must work on every woman on the planet--except for her.

About the Author:
By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer.

Visit Heidi at www.HeidiLynnAnderson.com

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Guest Blog: Ethan Stone

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Conspiracy Theories by Ethan Stone

I’ve always found conspiracy theories rather fun. Some of the idea out there are ridiculous yet plausible at the same time. My good friend Xara X. Xanakas thinks Sylvester Stallone either killed or paid off the writer of the original Rocky movie. Why? Because the guy who wrote the first amazing script would not have lost the character so badly in the sequels.

I can buy that. I’m convinced George Lucas had a Jedi Mind Trick used on him when he wrote the prequels.

Did you know that gay people have a super power? And I don’t mean the ability to suck a golf ball through a straw. No, we have weather-controlling powers. Like Storm from X-Men. Amazing, isn’t it?

That was a conspiracy theory thrown out by a Southern pastor last August when Hurricane Isaac struck.

Pastor John McTernan blamed Isaac on New Orlean’s Southern Decadence Festival, which is billed as the Gay Mardi Gras. Apparently, God sent the storm to make the people pay for their sins and immorality.

My bff, Lara, Brukz, is requesting warmer weather in Arkansas so I’m going to fly there and arrange an orgy. Strictly for her benefit of course.

I’d remiss if I didn’t discuss (cue ominous music now)...The Homosexual Agenda! For those of you who may not know, The Homosexual Agenda is a theory created by certain religious groups that we queers are trying to do take over the world. Because total domination is so much better than, say, acceptance and equality.

And those aren’t even the wildest conspiracy theories out there.

A well known Nevada conspiracy theory is about Area 51, a Military base hidden in the desert housing alien artifacts. Area 51 is indeed an actual base (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Area_51) and while the genuine purpose of the base is unknown, it is most likely for research and development of experimental aircraft. I live in Nevada and have been in the desert not too far away from Area 51 and I’ve seen stuff that would support either theory. I was camping one time with my ex when we saw weird flashing lights in the sky. It was right out of Close Encounters of the Third Kind different color lights flashing in odd sequences. The lights then disappeared.

My imagination is vivid enough that I can create a few different theories about the lights. I want to believe it was some sort of extra-terrestrial life, I certainly believe such a thing is possible.

I’ve entertained several different conspiracy theories myself. I think there are cures for cancer and tires that will last forever and ways to get the price of gas to under a dollar a gallon. But the millionaires want to stay millionaires so these things are kept hidden. Additionally, I’ve always had a theory that JFK had Marilyn Monroe killed and Joe DiMaggio had JFK killed in retaliation.

At the heart of my novel, Subject 13, is a conspiracy theory regarding a Nevada ghost town and the government’s role in its demise. It’s no spoiler to say the government is involved, it’s the how and why which is the crux of the story. There’s lot of repressed memories, sneaking around and breaking and entering. All that is mixed up with some hot men, smoking hot sex and a bit of romance. Want to know how it ends? Buy the book, you won’t regret it.

Subject 13 by Ethan Stone
Publisher Amber Quill
Genres: Gay Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novel (70k words / 208 paperback pages)

Luke Kincaid's life is exploding all around him. First his lover leaves him to marry a woman, then childhood nightmares return with a vengeance.

Luke’s friendship with Ben Skinner and relationship with Kyle Morgan helps him heal his broken heart, but the nightmares, which are actually repressed memories, threaten to destroy the peace he has found.

Soon, Luke’s investigation into his past puts his life—and the lives of the people he cares about—in danger. But he refuses to give up, not even when he finds out he is connected to a massive government cover-up...

Excerpt:

...The memory dreams visited me again. The blue men stayed blurry, though they looked more and more like men. A few of them even seemed to be carrying guns.

I could see my bedroom—the one with the space theme walls. I remembered playing with my toys. The He-Man was my favorite. I took him everywhere I went. But it was always He-Man and his faithful friend—a green-and-orange striped tiger called Battle Cat.


Below is my official bio with Dreamspinner Press, but I wanted to do something a little more personal. Ethan Stone is not my real name, I use it because I am not out of the closet, though my family and close friends know I am gay. However, due to the community I live in and the job I have, hiding my sexuality is a necessity at this point in my life.

I am a single father with a wonderful and aggravating teenage son. I also have two cats who think it’s their job to cover my house with their hair and a Pomeranian who thinks he’s a Pitbull.

I’ve always loved to write and one point thought journalism was my dream career. I eventually accepted that writing because I had to was nowhere near as much fun doing it because I want to.

Stories starring gay men have always been in my head but thought they would always be relegated to erotica websites. And then I discovered the wonderful world of M/M publishing.

Relationship info: Stay tuned…

Feel free to ask me any questions. Either here or through my email: ethanstone.nv@gmail.com. If its a question I can’t or won’t answer I’ll let you know, but I’m not easily offended.

Thanks for being here and thanks for reading my stories.

–Ethan

Ethan Stone lives in Nevada. But not Reno or Las Vegas. There are other cities there, you know. Where he lives, gambling isn’t on every block, just every other block. He has been obsessed with two things in his life: books and all things gay. After spending years trying to ignore the voices in his head, he finally decided to sit down and listen to them. What he discovered was a perfect union of his two obsessions. Ethan has a day job that pays the bills. He wears a uniform to work and he looks damn sexy in it.

Friday, November 16, 2012

GUEST BLOG and Giveaway: Elizabeth Finn

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Elizabeth will be awarding a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner above to see the other stops on the tour.

My Publisher and How I Chose Them?
By
Elizabeth Finn


So when I talk about my particular publisher and what it was that attracted me to them, one would think that I would be lending some great insight into the industry or my knowledge on the subject… Not in the least. Let me be clear – I got lucky! Oh so very lucky. Let me explain.

As a new author when I started considering what publishers I wanted to pitch my book to, I didn’t know where to begin. I’m sure many new authors research and research and research, and truthfully, I didn’t. NO – this is not good advice… I would always advocate researching your publishing options. One thing I’ve learned is that there are likely just as many bad publishers as good – if not more! But, I was lucky. Liquid Silver Books has contracted three of my books now, and I’ve discovered that I’m really in a good place with them. They’re reputable, successful, and I know that due consideration will always be given to my manuscripts. No, this is not a plug for LSB. This is truthfully my story of being published.

With my first book, I found a website that listed a number of Ebook publishers. I had no idea if they were good or bad or if there was even such a thing as good or bad! I wanted to get this darn book published and that was my only real goal. Why I chose to submit my manuscript to LSB was simple: their process was simple! I don’t like jumping through hoops, and I’m not patient. I literally had a response within two weeks, and the response made it clear that every last chapter of my book had been thoroughly read and considered. The book was contracted soon after, and the rest is history.

Thus far, I’ve been given no reason not to submit my work to LSB. If a manuscript is ever rejected outright and I feel strongly that it has its place being published, I’ll consider taking it somewhere else, but until that happens, I’ll give LSB the consideration they’ve shown me. They’ve offered me tools, industry information, and they’ve always been there to answer my questions.

My recommendation for a new author: don’t follow in my footsteps… Do your research. You don’t want to fall into a bad situation. There are plenty of reputable and good publishers out there, but there are many many many less than reputable ones as well. Don’t think you’ll get lucky like I did – I still thank my lucky stars that I came out okay given my complete lack of industry knowledge at the time. So my advice – do what I didn’t do. Research and then go for it!

About the Author:
Elizabeth Finn is an Iowa native, where she lives with her husband and son. By day, Elizabeth is a Human Resources Specialist, but by night, she checks her professionalism at the door and immerses herself in the world of writing contemporary erotic romance. Look for more to come from Elizabeth Finn.

Visit Elizabeth at ElizabethFinn.WordPress.com, Facebook.com/ElizabethFinnFiction or email to ElizabethFinn77@gmail.com. She would love to hear from you!



Rowan is a high school senior. Logan is her best friend’s much older brother. With one ill-fated phone call, Rowan’s darkest secret is discovered, and she finds herself at Logan’s mercy, begging for his silence. Can he keep his distance while protecting her from the secret threatening to destroy her?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

GUEST BLOG: Madison Montgomery

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Who is My Main Character Virginia Templeton & How Would I Define Her?
By
Author Madison Montgomery


My current book is EVERY MAN WANTS HER: A Virginia Templeton Story. This short book is an Erotica Romance short story or mini novel. I call it a lunchtime sexy short story because you can read it quickly and enjoy your lunch at the same time. It’s fun!

This is the first book in a series of short romantic novels about Virginia Templeton and her adventures in love. The only list of priorities for my mini romance novel main character Virginia Templeton is only to have men want her enough so they give her everything she wants. One of Virginia’s favorite saying is, “Give a man everything he wants in bed and he will give you everything you want out of bed.” So far, it always works for her.

I like writing strong, female characters that get what they want no matter what, and I created Virginia as a prime example of that character – beautiful, smart and confident. The second short sexy story in the series, IT’S NEVER ENOUGH, has just been released. The third story, STEPPING UP HER GAME will be released in six weeks I hope.

Virginia Templeton is a Diva...a very sexy woman who uses her good looks and dirty tricks to manipulate people and situations to her advantage. One might say she is selfish, but Virginia refuses even to think of herself in such an unkind way. She rarely stops to think about what she does; she just does it. Virginia Templeton lives by her own set of morals you might say.

I love to write and think about my characters all day so even if I’m not at the computer my characters are with me during the day. Virginia Templeton was a character from one of my screenplays and I decided to bring her out as a fabulous diva that fits perfectly into today’s Romantic Erotic Genre. Writing a character like Virginia Templeton is fun because she is almost a complete opposite of myself, the author. She is a beautiful and sexy woman, but she also believes in getting a good education; something I do believe any woman can do too. Virginia doesn't believe in women letting men make decisions for her, nor do I. However, unlike me, my character Virginia slept her way through school. While she was taking gifts and money from men she knew, she didn’t feel comfortable doing that for the rest of her life so earned two degrees in college.

Virginia is nobody’s fool, but she does fool quite a few people. Life is a party to her but there’s a time to party and a time to make money, and Virginia is always ready for both.

After being in this business for years writing both screenplays and novels, I would tell any new writer to keep writing and never give up. Publishing hasn’t really changed my life but it certainly has made me very happy. I plan to bring several of my screenplay characters to life soon in mini novel series.

About the Author:
Madison Montgomery is an author, screenwriter and Blog Talk Radio Host. You can find out more about Madison Montgomery and her hot sexy romance short stories during her World of Ink Author/Book Tour at http://tinyurl.com/99nlnhf

Monday, November 12, 2012

GUEST BLOG and giveaway: Dianne Hartsock

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Dianne will be awarding a $10 gift card from All Romance Ebooks to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner above to see the other stops on her tour.

Time Management: Juggling plates and I’ve already broken three


Publisher: Can you add another 15k to this story by the end of the week? *smash!*

Daughter: You said we’d go to lunch today. Why are you still on the computer? *crash!*

Job: We need you to go from part time to full time. *kaboom!*

So how does one juggle time trying to be a full time parent, floral designer, and writer? Answer? You can probably guess it… Very carefully!

I’ll give you an example of my typical day/week. Keep in mind; this might not be practical or even desirable for anyone else. I just know it works for me. Sorta.

Okay! Up at 7, shower, dress, and on the computer by 7:30.

7:30-9: Social networking, guest blogs, dealing with email. Yes, and playing too much on Facebook! If I’m very lucky maybe I’ll even having time for my WIP.

9-1: Breakfast, go to work and create with flowers. Then home for my half-hour lunch. *way too short!* Check email, answer comments on guests spots wherever they may be that day.

1:30-6p.m.: More playing with flowers. The shop is also a gift/coffee/book store so a lot of dealing with customers, also.

6-9: Home, visit with hubby *smile!*, dinner, family time, back on the computer by 9.

9-12a.m.: Writing guest blogs *like this one*, socializing, edits, writing on WIP!

I also have two days off during the week, Thursday and Sunday. This is definitely family time, errands, and when I do the bulk of my creative writing.

As you can see, a very full schedule and quite the balancing act. But more often than not, I’ll have a day like this one. I’m sitting here in my writing room *I finally have one!* looking out the picture window on a sunny day, fall colors in the trees and garden, and blogging about my newly released book. Sure, writing is hard work; no one said it would be otherwise. But there’s nothing I’d rather be doing, and when I receive that cover art for a new book in my inbox, it’s all been worth it.

Here’s to hoping you can find your own balance in life!

About the Author:
After growing up in California and spending the first ten years of marriage in Colorado, I now live in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with my incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours I spend hunched over the keyboard letting my characters play.

I have to say, Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write my slightly twisted tales. There’s something about being cooped up in the house while it pours rain outside, a fire crackles on the hearth inside, and a cup of hot coffee warms my hands which kindles my imagination.

Currently, I work as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for me. When not writing, I can express myself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

Blog: http://diannehartsocksalex.wordpress.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/diannehartsock
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/diannehartsock
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/4707011-dianne-hartsock



Darkness is spreading in the world with only the powerful Agenor family to oppose it. In the guise of a stone gargoyle atop the castle walls, Adrian has protected Philip, the young heir, since birth, watching him grow from childhood into a strong but lonely man without love.

When the clan chief, Philip’s father, is murdered by those he trusted, Adrian resumes his human form to better protect his beloved Philip. And finds his love returned. As lovers, their passion is all-consuming, but as they fight against treachery from within, will their love be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land? And will it be enough to keep Adrian’s heart alive…

Monday, November 5, 2012

GUEST BLOG: LIZ CROWE

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Liz will be awarding prizes to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour: a signed copy of the new release (either ebook or print); $100 Amazon gift card; and a gift of Stewart Realty (Zazzle) swag of choice. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

I LIKE IT HOT


I’ve been pondering the concept of what makes a work of fiction “erotic” or “romance” or anything other than just “a work of fiction.” It’s been a fairly ground breaking summer by anyone’s measure, what with a trilogy of blatant sexy time books hovering at the top of the New York Times best seller list for months, and every day bringing more stories of erotic romance authors getting snapped up and handed fat contracts from traditional publishers.

I will confess now I am NOT a traditional romance reader. I have never read a single book published by Harlequin, nor do I plan to. Nothing against them or the authors who make good money writing there. It is just not what I choose to read in the very limited hours I have to engage in that sort of activity. I don’t care for the recently trendy themes of vampires, werewolves/tigers/bears, sci fi or steam punk. Again—this is just my preference and in no way reflective on anyone who reads or writes in these categories.

When I pick up a book it is usually mainstream, sometimes Young Adult(if it came recommended to me). I love nothing more than diving in between the (now virtual) covers of a well-crafted story. But many of my favorite mainstream authors truly would not know a well-written sex scene if it bit them in the behind.

About 5 years ago, like many fans of erotic fiction, I was introduced to it in the interest of re-kindling heat in the marriage bed. “Ha!” I scoffed, this will be like reading comic books, a quick peruse, slap and tickle and it will have done what it was intended to do. I liked the concept of keeping the lights on and the bedroom door open during plot-advancing sex scenes so much, I started writing them myself.

In the intervening years, I have read my fair share of utter published garbage. It is both a good and a bad thing that it is “easy” to “get published” anymore, I suppose. It allows some real talents who would not otherwise make it through the maze of submissions politics and protocol to be heard, which is good. It allows some others who would not otherwise make it through the maze of submissions politics and protocol (and hard core editing) to be heard, which is not so good.

I have also read books by amazingly talented authors, who craft layered stories and leave in the naughty bits to move the story along. For me, there is not a single erotic thing about a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sex scene for the sake of a sex scene. I want my brain to be teased, lured into wanting the hero/heroine or hero/hero to get together so bad the anticipation is almost as hot as the act itself. The trick here, dear readers, is to MAKE that coming together scene so hot, so well-crafted and devoid of unnecessary yelling, anything shaped like a mushroom or colored purple, or repetitive words, that you are compelled to go back and read the whole thing again from build up to consummation.

As a reader, I can say I have done that with exactly one author.

Tease my brain first, fire my imagination, make me want to know how in the hell these two will ever:

1. hook up

2. go beyond the hook up

3. take it to the next level, and

4. be able to wake up next to each every morning and keep it hot

Make me invested in the characters, so that when they do have sex, be it in the empty hallway of a deserted real estate office, at a boring Open House or in their own bedroom, I want more. It’s not as easy as it may appear. And those who do that well, deserve all the “best seller” accolades they collect.

Escalation Clause: Stewart Realty book 6 is my most recent release. It is not meant to be read as a stand alone but as part of the Stewart Realty series, which begins with a trilogy of best selling books: Floor Time, Sweat Equity and Closing Costs.

About the Author:
Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.
When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.

Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)

Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.

LINKS:

www.lizcrowe.com
www.brewingpasssion.com
www.a2beerwench.com
www.facebook.com/lizcroweauthor
www.twitter.com/beerwencha2
www.facebook.com/romanceforreallife
www.facebook.com/jackgordonrealtor
Amazon Series - http://tinyurl.com/amzsrseries
B&N Series - http://tinyurl.com/bnnsrseries
ARe Series - http://tinyurl.com/aresrseries

Friday, November 2, 2012

Halloween Blogfest Tara Lain

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The Witch Craze


Happy almost Halloween everyone! I’m not only celebrating the night of ghouls and goblins, I’m celebrating the release of my new paranormal MM erotic romance novel, Brush with Catastrophe. It's about witches-- in my case a male witch. But my hero is a young witch and student at a Manhattan university. One of his teachers, another witch, is a professor of history and teaches a class on the witch craze that gripped Europe and later the US from the 1400s through part of the 1700s. If you have ever studied this time in history, you have to get a chill. And if you’re female, feeling a bit of outrage may also be in order. Here is a little excerpt from the history of the witch craze which ultimately killed perhaps hundreds of thousands of people (the low estimate is over 100,000) at least 80% of whom were women. Here's a bit of the history --

It was announced that satanists in Germany were meeting with demons, casting spells that destroyed crops, and aborting infants. The pope asked two friars, Heinrich Kramer (a papal inquisitor of sorcerers from Innsbruck) and Jacob Sprenger, to publish a full report on the suspected witchcraft. Two years later, the friars published Malleus maleficarum ("Hammer of Witches") which put to rest the old orthodoxy that witches were powerless in the face of God to a new orthodoxy that held Christians had an obligation to hunt down and kill them. The Malleus told frightening tales of women who would have sex with any convenient demon, kill babies, and even steal penises. (The friars asked, "What is to be thought of those witches who collect...as many as twenty or thirty members together, and put them in a bird's nest or shut them up in a box, where they move themselves like living members and eat oats and corn?" Over the next forty years, the Malleus would be reprinted thirteen times and come to help define the crime of witchcraft. Much of the book offered hints to judges and prosecutors, such as the authors' suggestion to strip each suspect completely and inspect the body to see whether a mole was present that might be a telltale sign of consort with demons, and to have the defendants brought into court backwards to minimize their opportunities to cast dangerous spells on officials.

Outbreaks of witchcraft hysteria, with subsequent mass executions, began to appear in the early 1500s. Authorities in Geneva, Switzerland burned 500 accused witches at the stake in 1515. Nine years later in Como, Italy, a spreading spiral of witchcraft charges led to as many as 1000 executions.

Amazing what we humans can do when we demonize some group. When will we ever learn?

In my previous paranormal novel, Spell Cat, my hero Killian Barth, tells his mother that in the witch trials humans never captured a real witch. They just accused and killed each other. He is almost certainly correct! LOL.

But in Brush with Catastrophe, witches most certainly exist. This story tells of a seemingly powerless young witch who, with the black cat familiar Aloysius, has to change the world in order to save his race and the man he loves. It seems really fitting that Brush with Catastrophe should be released the day before Halloween on Samhain!

Please leave a comment on this blog and you may win a copy of Halloween Heat IV, the erotic romance anthology that features my sexy story, "Trex or Treat." About the Author:
Tara Lain’s first erotic romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 16. Her novels have garnered awards for Best Series of 2011, Best Contemporary Romance, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm, and she carries her promotional instincts into her writing career as well. She lives with her soul-mate husband in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

Find Tara online at

Website http://www.taralain.com
Author blog http://taralain.blogspot.com
Book blog http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4541791.Tara_Lain
Savvy Authors http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/member.php?2398-Tara-Lain
Twitter http://twitter.com/taralain
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/people/Tara-Lain/100001514105686
FB Page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Lain/205042046209804

Halloween Blogfest Lee Brazil

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Haunted Theaters


Good morning! Thanks for having me over. I'm Lee Brazil, author of mm romance for Breathless Press and Story Orgy. In keeping with the theme of the season, I'm talking about my inspiration for Encounter...haunted theaters.

Now, now...Have a cup of coffee and a cookie...I can see you're a skeptic but you can't convince me there's no such thing as ghosts and haunts. I'll tell you straight out, I'm a believer and I have my reasons. I've seen things...heard things...felt things that just can't be explained. Even my father- a very scientific and logical man, had a story he liked to tell, of his encounter with a shadow figure that led him to a hiding place in the attic of an old farm house where we lived at the time. I guess it was when I was maybe three...but in that hiding place, my dad found a civil war belt buckle and a few trinkets. But I digress...I wasn't going to tell you about my family ghost stories, just talk about haunted theaters and how they led me to writing Encounter.

A few years ago we came out east from California on a road trip and passed through a few small towns that you could tell had passed their heyday. The old buildings were in disrepair, but you could tell from the ornate stonework that they'd once been part of an elegant and bustling downtown. Among the derelict buildings were a variety of store fronts, but most intriguing were the fanciful old theaters. It seemed they vibrated at times with the joy they'd brought to the people, though some reeked of sadness and despair.

I don't say these particular theaters were haunted, but they've certainly haunted my imagination since.

Have you ever looked at a derelict building and seen a face in the window that disappeared as quickly as you noticed it? Stepped into a room from warmth into a chill cold spot? Is everything you've ever put down always found in the exact spot you left it?

These are only a few signs of haunting, and haunting isn't limited to personal residences. In the state of Illinois there are dozens of haunted buildings, including a handful or more of theaters such as The Egyptian Theater in Dekalb and the The Ritz in Belleville. At the Ritz employees heard strange noises including a woman calling for help when they were alone in the building. Lights flashed on and off. Curtains shook and shadowy figures lurked. At The Egyptian, doors open of their own accord, footsteps are heard, and a mysterious being nicknamed Bob taps employees on the shoulder.

The hauntings are seldom harmful, and mostly related to such things as dedicated theater supporters and owners lingering after they've passed. Voices are frequently heard, objects moved, strange music plays, and even cigar smoke or perfume is smelled.

When I sat down to write my ghost story, the theater seemed to offer so many options...Who would pass from this plane of existence to the next and yet linger to haunt a theater? An actor? A technician? An owner? An enthusiastic fan?

Some places naturally speak to us of ghosts...cemeteries, abandoned buildings, hospitals, deserted roads...but a theater? What traumatic experience could tie a being to a place where people gather for entertainment?

And so Caspar was born, a sound technician...haunting a community theater. Why? He's yet to tell me...but he will.

Would you like to meet Caspar? You can...one reader will receive e-book copies of all three of my October releases: Encounter, Truth Deeper Than Logic, and Freaky Flashes. Just comment to me here about your own ghostly experiences or lack thereof...

About the Author:
When I was young, my family relocated frequently for my father's work. A constant stream of new schools, new locations and new people made my family and my books my only constant companions. As a child I was swept away into incredible worlds with the turn of every page, from Camelot to Sherwood Forest, the deck of a whaling ship, or the frigid Alaskan tundra. Every book I read spurred new adventures...if only I were there to turn left when Lancelot went right, or some such. Even before I started putting my what if's on paper, I was telling myself stories. As I grew, the stories changed, and the focus changed from wild adventures and feats of daring to simpler, more enduring themes. Today I write about what I believe is one of the most basic of human needs...the need to love and be loved.

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Halloween Blogfest: Jenna Byrnes

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One Night at Grandma's
by
Jenna Byrnes


When I was a child, we'd travel regularly to visit my grandparents who lived two hours away in an old farmhouse. My older brother, whose main goal in life was to torment me, liked to tell me spooky stories about the farmhouse. These invariably kept me from a good night's sleep. But no story came close to what he and I witnessed firsthand, one night at Grandma's.

Our family history contained a sad and scary tale about my uncle who died as a small child. The house, built by my great-grandfather had a long flight of stairs leading to the bedrooms on the upper floor. One Christmas morning, my uncle, who must have been three years old at the time, found a shiny, red tricycle under the tree. He pestered and pestered for someone to take him outside to try out the trike, but his parents and older siblings were busy opening their holiday gifts. The way the story goes, no one noticed little Jimmy missing until he hollered and got their attention. There he was, at the top of the stairs, sitting on his tricycle. How he dragged it up there, to this day, no one knows. Just as his folks dashed to the staircase, Jimmy shoved off to take the bumpy ride of his life. He finally fell off the trike about two-thirds of the way down, snapping his neck in the process.

Fast forward thirty years or so. My grandmother made the best homemade candy with chocolate, nuts and sometimes peanut butter. My brother and I could never get enough of the stuff. After the grown-ups were in bed, the candy was left unattended. We'd sneak out to the room where grandma kept her table of treats and indulge in some late night chocolaty goodness.

One night, after we were sure the elders were asleep, my brother and I slipped out of our makeshift beds on the floor and tripped out to visit the candy. Just as we rounded the corner to the living room, we heard a noise at the top of the stairs. We froze, fearful it was mom or dad catching us in the candy-thieving act. When we saw who was on the stairs, the air couldn't whoosh from my lungs fast enough. A small boy, on a shiny red tricycle, hurtling down the stairs at an amazing speed. Only this time, he didn't fall off the trike. He rode it all the way to the landing and raced past my brother and me. His face was a mask of victorious triumph. We turned our heads to follow him and see where he'd end up, but the boy and trike vanished as they reached the stone fireplace.

I'm lucky I onlywet my pants that night. It took my brother and I years before we could talk about it. Both of us remembered it the same way, and we never talked about it again. We didn't sneak out for candy after that, either. And when grandma and grandpa sold the farm and moved into town, I wasn't unhappy. That place literally scared the piss outta me.

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The one thing I forgot to tell you about this story is that none of it is true. Okay, my dad was Jimmy, he did live in a farmhouse when he was a kid, and he did ride his trike down the staircase. Oh, and my grandma did make the greatest chocolate candy, but grandma was a softie and I got all I wanted. The only other part of the story that's true? I would have peed my pants if anything like that ever happened to me!

Thanks so much for reading my "Real life ghost stories" blog. I hope you'll check out my titles on my website: http://www.jennabyrnes.com/ and visit my publisher's website at Books We Love, where single titles are always $2.99 or less!

Books We Love has generously offered this Spooky Cookie and Chocolate Assortment to one lucky commenter on this blog post. Be sure to leave your email address in the comments, good luck, and Happy Halloween!

About the Author:
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.

Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favorite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”

For the latest news, visit Jenna’s website at http://www.jennabyrnes.com/.

Halloween Blogfest: Angelina Rain

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The Halloween Gift


Most people don't get gifts on Halloween, but when I was twelve, I got one. It didn't come in a box or wrapped in a bow. Instead, this gift came on all fours and meowed her hello.

I have always wanted a cat, and that year I got one. And I loved her instantly.

We heard about Pookie through one of my mom's friends. Her next-door neighbor had gotten a kitten for her kids, but once those kids grew tired of her, the owners tossed the poor animal outside.

Pookie didn't stray from the house that she called home. Despite that the owner always came out and shooed her away, she always came back. Through the cold and rainy nights, she would curl up in a ball by the front door, probably hoping they would let her in and love her once more. They never did.

They didn't want Pookie, so my mom's friend called her up and told us about her neighbor's kitten. We took her in and gave her the love she had needed.

She turned out to be a great cat, and in time, even became a loving mother to two litters of kittens. She was always happy and healthy, so it came as a shock when she passed so suddenly last October. She is missed.

Animals have always been important to me, and I'm a huge supporter of animal welfare and rescue. I would even like to tell you all about a very special romance novel that has an animal subplot.

From now until December 31, I will be donating 50% of my royalties from Rescued Love to the Humane Society of the United States. So get your copy today!



One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn't resist Jordan.

It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

* Note: Rescued Love is sensual, but not erotic.

Since I shared with you a story of my special Halloween gift, I will give one of you a gift as well. You can enter to win a free copy of my newest story to date, To Die Tonight.

The rules of life and death don't apply on Halloween!

Hairdresser Tina Velks is dying from a heart defect. When she learns that her newest client is a vampire, she plans to feed on him. After all, if she becomes a vampire, she will live forever. Too bad she doesn’t know that on All Hallows' Eve, a human who tastes vampire blood dies before sunrise, never to be resurrected.

Luke Cardwell is shocked when he meets Tina. She looks, smells, and even tastes like the woman who turned him, Isadora Blake. As Isadora was dying in his arms hundreds of years ago, she promised that her soul would be reborn in another woman. He suspects Tina is that woman. However, during a night of passion, she drinks his blood.

With only hours left until sunrise, will Luke be able to break the curse and save the woman he loves?

*Note: To Die Tonight is erotic.

To win a copy of To Die Tonight, please leave a comment with your email address.

Halloween Blogfest: Fierce Dolan

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The Witching Hour
No doubt you’ve heard the phrase, even if only as the title of Anne Rice’s 1990s horror novel, The Witching Hour, though some call it The Ghost’s Hour. Often the phrase is used to describe a magickal opening in time, through which the veil is thinner, supernatural activity is heightened, and those who wish can make contact with the Beyond.

Many erroneously think the witching time is midnight, though traditionally the hour in question is specifically 3-4am. In this timeframe people around the world, regardless of time zone, report the most sleep disturbances, spirit visitors, and general feelings of unrest. While no one has a clear picture of what happens at that hour, either scientifically or mystically, lots of speculation has been made:

    • According to neuroscience—the study of brain hormones—the pineal gland is most active at this time. It produces Melatonin, a key sleep hormone, produced in late evening, and peaking around 3-4am.
    • Another possibility is the drop off of the neurotransmitters GABA (gamma-aminobutyric acid) in that timeframe. GABA provides relaxation and the ability to stay asleep.
    • People waking with night terrors around this time are often lacking Melatonin and GABA, and/or produce an overabundance of Cortisol—stress hormone.
    • Body systems are the least active, thus there is no distraction even at a base level, so the unconscious mind begins to process concerns, current events.
    • Anxiety tends to spike between 3-4am.
    • In Chinese medicine, the various meridians of the body, or channels of flowing life force, become more active at different times of the day. According to a meridian clock, meridian activity is shifting from the Liver to the Lungs between 3-4am. Feelings associated with these two meridians are anger and frustration (the Liver meridian, wood element) moving into grief and loss (the Lungs meridian, metal element).
    • Around 3am, the Earth's magnetic field is undergoing a polar shift, as the sun is on the opposite side of the earth.
    • According to archaic legend, Christ was crucified at 3pm, leaving 3am to the Devil’s misdeeds.
    • Some sects of Buddhist monks meditate at 3am, because the mind is most quiet then, most receptive.
    • Many psychics and mediums believe the hour to be the best time to contact souls of the dead.
Maybe it's just science. But maybe the science of the brain during sleep allows us to perceive beyond the veil more easily. Regardless of what you believe is happening, The Witching Hour is a captivating time for diverse cultures around the world.

What do you think is happening during The Witching Hour? Have you ever experienced something odd in the night? Let us know--one commenter will win a copy of Gigolo Seduction.

About the Author: Fierce writes erotica in all its queer hues, and is author of the newly released Journal of a Lycanthrophile.

Don't forget to frolic with Fierce on:

Official Website of Erotica Author, Fierce Dolan
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Halloween Blogfest: Cassandra Carr

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Five things I can do since there’s no hockey
By
Cassandra Carr


If you follow the NHL, you know they’re experiencing (at the time of the writing of this blog post), what the NHL likes to call a “work stoppage”, the NHL Players’ Association calls a “lockout” and the fans call, “get your heads outta your butts and get a deal done”. Anyway, who knows when hockey will be back *glares at picture of Gary Bettman on my dartboard*, so I’ve come up with a list of other things I can do in the meantime. And away we go!

  1. Write more books- I’m hoping my readers vote for this choice!
  2. Read more books- I’ve read 225 books already this year-including novellas and the like- and plan to read more. I’m one of those authors who thinks the best writers are readers. Plus, since I’m the mother of a toddler I’ve got a fair amount of downtime where I can’t write, but can pull out my Kindle for a few minutes here and there.
  3. Learn how to press leaves- If only I was crafty enough to actually do something like this…
  4. Take the third Wilton cake decorating course- I took the first two during the last lockout and am now in possession of hundreds of dollars of cake decorating supplies. I figure I should dust ‘em off.
  5. Catch up on TV shows- I don’t watch much TV because it interferes with my writing time. See how dedicated I am to y’all? There are several shows I’d love to catch up on, like The Big Bang Theory, Burn Notice, and White Collar.

So that’s it. Got any other suggestions for me? If this “work stoppage” continues I might have to take up a hobby. *gasp*

GIVEAWAY:

I’ve got a cool swag package for the winner, along with an e-book from my backlist – your choice!

About the Author:Cassandra Carr is a multi-published, award-winning erotic romance writer with Ellora's Cave, Siren, Sybarite Seductions and Loose Id who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Cassandra's book Caught was recently named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe and Impact was named BDSM Book of the Month for May 2012 by BDSM Book Reviews.

For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, "like" her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Halloween Blogfest Lilly Cain

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Do You Believe?


I love Halloween! I love the spooky stuff (no gore please) and the thoughts that maybe something does exist out there that we, as a whole, don’t really want to think about on a normal basis. Ghosts. Most of the time I’m quick to tell my kids there’s no such thing, but the real truth is—I believe in ghosts.

Sketpicism for me, at least about the idea of ghosts, disappeared when I was in high school and nearly seventeen. My grandfather had just passed away. We were all grieving, it’s true, but there is no way I can explain what happened at the funeral home other than the fact that I witnessed a real spirit.

My brother and I had gone to the basement level of the funeral home to escape the press of people there to see my grandfather off and more importantly, pay homage to my grandmother, the matriarch of the family (true, but that’s another story). The basement housed the private embalming areas and at that time, the coffee room. We were desperate for some hot coffee, these kind of events take a long time in my family.

As we walked into the room, a few other people walked out, leaving us alone in the basically empty room, save for a few chairs, a long leather couch and the table housing the coffee machine and the usual Styrofoam cups and paraphernalia.

We’d just begun to take a few sips, not saying much in the quiet room, when a strange noise sounded. I looked over and at the end of the couch, a large indentation slowly appeared, just as if someone was taking a seat.

Now, I didn’t get the feeling it was my grandfather, or anyone close to me, and I wasn’t particularly frightened. But I was definitely, absolutely freaked out. My brother and I looked at each other, and I could see from the expression on his face he had seen exactly what I had seen, and he said, “Okay then, time to go.” I agreed; we set our coffees down and went straight back up to the welcoming arms of the family. And never said a single thing about it to each other for years.

Tonight I’d love to offer a copy of my new short erotic paranormal romance in honor of Halloween—Working on Wicked.



Sarah Pickman had never been a particularly good witch. But she’d never been this terrible. With her luck on a downswing, and her lovelife non-existent, she decides to use the power of Halloween to grant her a night of pleasure in a fantasy lover’s arms—just the pick-me-up she needs. Too bad she never did learn to mix potions the way her granny had.

Moving from New York to the small town feel of Salem had had its ups and downs but Barrett McAllister never expected to be greeted on the night of his move to his new home by a naked and willing witch. Not one to say no to the spirit of Halloween, Adam gives his sensual neighbor a night filled with treats she’ll never forget. But when the morning comes and she realized he’s really flesh and blood, it’s up to him to convince her that magic sometimes works in mysterious ways.
So tell me, and get a chance to win Working on Wicked – Do you believe in ghosts?

About the Author:
Multi-published erotic romance author, Lilly writes stories of darkly seductive fantasy and sensual romance. When not writing or reading, Lilly settles down to her real life with two daughters, an evil cat and two pain-in-the-butt hamsters. You can read more about Lilly and her stories, and contact her here: www.LillyCain.com, www.twitter.com/lillycain, or www.facebook.ca/lillycain

Halloween Blogfest Michael Mandrake

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Why I LOVE Halloween but Hate Scary Movies?
Author Sharita Lira


For me, it’s like oranges and orange juice. Cucumbers and pickles. I tried to explain this to my husband recently when attempting to watch the Walking Dead on Netflix. I’m not sure why I hate scary movies but love Halloween but I just do.

With the oranges and cucumbers, I know it’s psychological. When I was little, I thought the pulp was trash and wouldn’t drink it. I don’t like cucumbers… just don’t. The same with movies or TV shows with overly scary characters, gross slasher scenes. Just DON’T like it at all but I love Halloween! I love dressing up, all the cool things to put in your house. Jack-O-Laterns, the orange and black of practically everything to put in your house and wear. I just adore it but I can’t sit through an episode of Walking Dead or any other overly scary movie.

This doesn’t include vampires. I love any story involving a vampire or dracula that isn’t Twilight! :/ *shrugs* Gimme the Bram Stoker’s, Anne Rice Vampires over ugly Robert Patterson and what’s that girl’s name any day! So if it’s a bloodsucker movie, I’ll watch; I was even able to stomach Dusk Until Dawn with George Clooney. Err, who wouldn’t watch that movie to see him, right?

There were a couple of other movies I could handle but I won’t take the time to mention them. They’re few and far between. Regardless, I love Halloween, absolutely enjoy it immensely. Just don’t put me near any haunted houses anytime soon.

Here’s my own vampire in The Power of Muse and Inspiration from XOXO Publishing.

GIVEAWAY: All comments will be entered in a special contest to win a copy of both this book and True Meaning of Love 2 my new self-pubbed m/m romance! Make sure to leave your email address!



No such thing as vampires!

William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another.

Jude the vampire is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block.

How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?
Buy links - XOXO or Amazon

Watch the trailer:





London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.

Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies

This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
Read an excerpt here.

Buy Links: Amazon or Smashwords

About the Author: Michael Mandrake is the author of several novellas including his latest, the self-published True Meaning 2: The Complete Portrait. Michael is also working on the series Hardy and Day: Under the Gun for No Boundaries Press. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.

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