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Friday, April 28, 2017

Interview - Fire and Ice by Braden Quinn




Tell us a little about your latest or upcoming release.

Fire and Ice is a behind-the-scenes sneak peek at the erotic explorations of an NHLer and his hockey wife. My wife, Carly, and I decided to keep a journal of all of our sexual experiences since the start of last season, and eventually we sifted through the best ones and made them into this book. It was a lot of fun.

Have you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own life?

All of the scenes are based on actual events / sexual experiences. The names have been changed but it all happened. (I can’t believe my wife gave me the go-ahead with this).

When you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?

Hockey, hockey, hockey (and if not doing anything hockey related: sex, sex, sex lol)

Which romance book or series (or other genre, if you don’t write romance) do you wish you had written?

Game of Thrones would have been a goodie.

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?

Maybe fantasy or a thriller.


If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

Fire and Ice 2 is almost completed, it’s about my wife and I’s sexual adventures in Las Vegas. The sex stories are even crazier in this one.

What book are you reading now?

I don’t read a lot, mostly just The Hockey News, but I did finish Tales of a First-Round Nothing by Terry Ryan a little while ago. Great hockey book!

What is in your to read pile?

Shoot First, Pass Later: My Life, No Filter by Jeremy Roenick


Fire and Ice
Braden Quinn

Genre: Erotica

Publisher: Beyond the Moon Press

Date of Publication: April 1 2017

ASIN: B06XJR9M4T

Word Count: 16,000

Cover Artist: The Cover Collection

Tagline: Nothing is off limits

Book Description:

Ice by day and fire by night, that’s how I roll. In a crazy existence that’s driven by excessive amounts of money, hot women, and insatiable sexual thirst, I live the life of a rock star. This diary chronicles nine sexual encounters that would have never happened if I wasn’t one of the most well-known players in the best hockey league in the world.

My name is Braden Quinn, and I play for the New York Rangers. So, sit back, and enjoy my erotic memoir.

Excerpt:

 All I really want is a drink—a cold, freshly opened bottle of Stella, the bubbles rising to the top and into my parched mouth. As I wait for the bartender, across the room, I glimpse hints of pink lace as she bends down to retrieve her glass from the floor. When she stands back up, her micro-mini black dress barely covering the pert curves of her backside, her baby-blue eyes meet mine, and she grins knowingly. She locks in my attention as she walks over in her five-inch heels, keeping to the beat of the Weeknd track pumping from the DJ booth. I am spellbound. I don’t know her name or where she’s from. I hope she’s of age—even just barely will do.


As she gets nearer, her smile fades, and she looks to my left. I wonder if I misread the signals and if she was actually smiling at someone else. But then she stops just in front of me and turns around. I have no idea what’s going on, especially when I feel her soft hand touch mine. She runs her deliciously sharp nails up and down my hand, sending a tickle of excitement through me. I cup her hand, and she entwines her fingers through mine. I want—need—to feel her back against me to comfort my throbbing cock. I grab hold of her waist, her hand still in mine, and firmly pull her closer to me. As her butt presses like a cushion against me, she grinds a little, the top of her head tickling my chin. Then, taking me by surprise, she forcefully glides my unresisting hand down from the small of her lower back—where her straight, shimmering chestnut hair ends in wisps of loose waves—to her exposed smooth thigh. I forget my need for beer.

About the Author:

Braden Quinn is a Canadian professional ice hockey player who lives in New York City.

When Mommy's A Spy


When Mommy's A Spy

Moms have to wear many different hats—chef, nurse, chauffer, and maid are custom built into the job. Eden Morgan is a kick ass mom who wanted to give up her life as a spy … that’s right, this new mom was a spy. What happens when a strong woman desires a different life? First we have to ask why this mom wanted the old one. 

In business, dominant women can be viewed as sexless bitches. It is the weaker persuasion who are in need of a good, strong man to keep them in check. In other words, can women be bad asses while being soft, cuddly mothers? Sure! What title can be used other than double agents? With so many balls in the air, why can’t the woman who hunted down the bad guy be the same person to potty train a toddler? 

Without question men are allowed to be anything their heart desires. Father, spy, Agents of Shield, even president—the sky is the limit and no one questions their masculinity or whether they can do it all. Women, on the other hand, don’t have it so easy. Motives are questioned, as is whether she can raise a family and work a high priority job. Even after seventy years women’s rights are still a hot topic … why?  

Eden Morgan came from the generation in which women could have it all. A spy for a secret sect, this bad girl was saving the world. However, once she ran into Vann Morgan all of that changed. Soft in all the right places, she can shoot a gun and kill a man with her bare hands, so why would she give it all up? People change. What may have been a hard exterior was always a soft inside, and why not? The perception that women have to be hard as nails in such a position is a farce. Real life spies wouldn’t be able to walk around with that Angelina Jolie pout. In zero point two seconds she would be shot upon entering the room. There has to be some type of likeability to make a woman spy work. 

Vann Morgan had no idea his wife was a shoot ’em up, bad ass. He believed he married a sweet hot thing, who wanted to have his babies … and guess what, she did. Eden felt she married the sexy guy who showed her something that she wasn’t aware she wanted—stability, house, and a family. Spies R Us is about releasing the past to allow the good of the new to arrive. Unfortunately, it’s messy much like life tends to be. 

Spies R Us
Amber Malloy

Release date: February 2

Genre: Erotic Action Adventure. 

Publisher: Totally Bound

Book Description:

The top African American spy, Eden Morgan, was living the good life…

Days away from permanently leaving the spy game, Eden Morgan plan of being a stay at home mom goes up in smoke. Number one on the Russian hit list, Eden must leave her beautiful family and figure out who’s trying to kill her.

Unfortunately, her agency burns her status, so what should have been only weeks on the run turned into years. Instead of accepting her fate, Eden claws her way from the dead to save the next people on the Russian’s hit list… her kids. However, after three years missing, her homecoming isn’t well received. She finds that her awesome husband has moved on with a perky school teacher; not to mention her twins barely remember her. With a good idea who’s behind the plot to kill them, Eden must navigate car pool lanes, bitchy moms, and one angry, sexy husband.

By definition, Vann Morgan was charmed. One gorgeous wife and twins, and the most difficult thing in his life was reconstruction of his Chicago brownstone. Unfortunately everything changes when his lovely wife disappears and no one but him seems to care. After some years, Vann makes a new normal as a single dad, but his routine is blown apart when his long lost wife comes back. Unable to trust Eden with his heart, he soon uncovers that everything surrounding her disappearance was all his fault.


About the Author

Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn't pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn't legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she's not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he's faking his French accent.


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Army Debriefing- The Ghosts of My Lai by JC Braswell



(As part of his honorable discharge from the US Army, Command requires Chris Williams to be debriefed regarding his experience in the days following the incident at My Lai. A part of the transcripts were obtained by sources that refuse to reveal their identity.)

US Army Interviewer: Before we continue with this line of questioning, and I promise we won’t have much longer, is the lighting…okay in here?

Chris Williams: As good as it can be.

Interviewer: Okay, was just curious because you seem to be squinting.

Williams: Sorry, just been up for awhile. Been several days, actually.

Interviewer: Based off of what we talked about thus far, I can sympathize.

Williams: No need for pity. None at all.

Interviewer. Okay, so we left off after you were shot down following the…operation in Pinkville. Am I correct?

Williams: Sure.

Interviewer: And how many survived?

Williams: Nine. There were nine of us.

Interviewer: Nine, and only you survived.

Williams: No, none of us survived.

Interviewer: How can that be? You’re sitting here in—

Williams: I know what you’re getting at, but none of us survived. Trust me. None of us.

Interviewer: Okay, then. So, could you perhaps provide a brief synopsis of what happened after you crashed?  Were some of your platoon attacked right away? Did whoever shoot you down take care of the rest? How was it that you survived…or sort of survived?

Williams: Good men died where others should’ve. That’s what I’ll tell you about people like Garcia and Jackson. They shouldn’t have gone like they did. Not with what happened to us all.

Interviewer: And that’s what I’m trying to get at. What did happen to you all?
Williams: I was confused at first. Thought it was the VC, maybe the NVC. But it wasn’t. It was something more…hold on…

Interviewer: Take your time.

Williams: I don’t think it’s a good idea that I continue.

Interviewer: Why do you say that?

Williams: Because everything should just be buried back there. Know that there were good men in that group, men I would switch places with in a second, but I’m not here to disparage those who fell. I’m not here to ruin their names.

Interviewer: But we need to know what happened? It’s not everyday when someone resurfaces after surviving several weeks in the jungle.

Williams: You want to know if I killed the others, if I lost my mind.

Interviewer: If we don’t know—

Williams: I didn’t. Okay? I loved those guys like brothers. They were my brothers.

Interviewer: Then you should want to tell the truth.

Williams: The truth is that I can’t explain what exactly happened in that jungle. If you want to explore more, if you want to keep on peppering me with questions, then go right ahead. But, and I mean this, don’t expect to sleep tonight. Don’t ever expect to sleep. Do you understand? What hunted is in that jungle, what picked them, driving some of them mad, isn’t for you to know about.

Interviewer: I’m only doing my job.

Williams: So were we.

(End transcript)


The Ghosts of My Lai
JC Braswell

Genre: Supernatural Thriller

Publisher: Magothy Publishing

Date of Publication: April 20, 2017

ISBN: 0-9979909-3-5 (Paperback)
ISBN: 0-9979909-2-9 (eBook)
 ASIN: B06XNVPB2P

Number of pages: 264
Word Count: 89,700

Cover Artist: Marcy Arnold

Book Description:

Lieutenant Chris Williams and his platoon flee My Lai—the site of an unfathomable massacre during the Vietnam War—only to have their helicopter shot down over unchartered jungle. Disoriented and separated from the outside world, Williams faces the unenviable task of navigating the waylaid band of survivors to safety. But Vietnam has other plans…

Fear begins to trump logic. Specters of the assault call for them during the jungle nights. The escape mission descends in to mutiny as they discover an unknown threat unlike the Viet Cong hunts them from within the primitive environment.

Williams soon realizes that survival is not possible without first confronting the ghosts of My Lai…and the sins of their past.


Excerpt:

“So what’s the plan now, LT?” Simmons moved his arms in a repetitive semicircle manner like he was making a snow angel in the leaves. “We just going to sit here and wait for the jungle to take us? Or do you think we’ll just die from boredom and exhaustion?”
“Quiet, Simmons,” Garcia said.
“We keep going.” He didn’t want to let them know that they might be stalked by a tiger, which would only cause more panic in the group.
“I guess there’s only one answer right now,” Donovan said, resting back on his elbows.
“What’s that?” Harris asked.
“We’re screwed.” Donovan could summon a smile even in the direst of situations, thrusting his hips in the air. “We’re completely and totally screwed. No chance at all.”
“Please don’t say that,” Harris’s voice cracked.
“Donovan, seriously? Why do you have to go on and say something stupid like that?” Jackson nudged Donovan’s thigh. “You’re gonna scare the kid.”
“’Cause it’s true. He’s right.” McEvoy smacked the back of his neck, smashing some insect guts into his skin. “Look at us. Nobody wants to say it, but we’re lost. No map. A useless compass. Not much food. Lost. And don’t get me started on these bugs.” McEvoy slapped the back of his head again, this time catching the bug and causing it to pop like a balloon. McEvoy gagged as he looked at his palm before wiping it across his thigh.
“They sure seem to like you,” Simmons said. “Must have some of that sweet boy blood.”
“Why do you have to start when I’m worrying over here? And I don’t have any sweet boy blood.”
“Enough. No more talk of death,” Williams said, tossing one of the river pebbles he kept in his pocket at McEvoy. “No more talk of anything. We take a short sleep and get going.”
“If you say so, boss.” McEvoy squirmed as the rock plunked him on the shoulder.
“What I wouldn’t give to listen to a little Doors right now. Just fade away with it all.” Donovan looked up at the stars. “Seems appropriate to die while listening to some good music
“How’s the injury?” Garcia dropped to one knee and went to untie Williams’s makeshift compression bandage. “I’m not sure how many we of these left. Maybe one.”
“Shouldn’t I ask how your shoulder is doing?”
“No need to worry about something small like that,” Garcia responded. “I’m not the one with a rotting leg.”
“Since you put it so gently.”
“You said it yourself. Might as well be honest. We’re just a sideshow.”
“Touché.” Williams knew there was reason to be concerned. He could smell the infection from three feet away: rotting eggs. Based on Garcia’s tempered reaction, it could only be getting worse.
“Hey, what about the radio? We’re on higher ground. Might be worth giving it another shot.” Harris, with his naïve youthfulness, held on to a simple hope.
“Go for it. Not like it’s going to hurt,” Williams answered, drifting back to the memories in his mind. Seagulls cawed from around Annapolis harbor, the zip of a fishing line pulled as a fish splashed on the surface. It was only a pipedream.
“It ain’t even turning on,” McEvoy said. He clicked the switch a few times, relying on a miracle that would not happen.
“Oh, come on,” Harris whined. He slapped the radio a few times—the old magic trick never quite worked out for anyone with experience in electronics.
“Relax, guys. That things as useless as both of you.” Donovan said, drumming his fingers along the ground to the beat of whatever Doors song played in his head.
“Wait. Think I got something.” McEvoy’s words called their attention. The radio whined as McEvoy adjusted the knob until a muffled song broke through the static.
“What’s that?” Jackson asked, leaning in as if he could listen better.
“I don’t…I don’t know.” McEvoy honed in on the signal until a distinct muffled chant emerged. The small troupe stared at each other, a mixture of confusion and disbelief as the unknown words captivated them.
“It can’t be,” Donovan said.
“Maybe some local station?” Harris asked.
The chanting grew more distinct with little melody to the deliberate words.
“A local station…out here? No damned way.” Williams said, noticing the VC perking his head up with a glaze covering his face. It was as if the chanting signaled the VC to wake.
“These people have some weird tastes,” Jackson said.
The troupe gathered closer, exchanging glances between each other and the radio. The lights flickered with the strength of the foreign words, the dials shifting back and forth.
“You recognize any of this?” Williams looked at McEvoy.
“I…no. It’s…too old. An older dialect.” McEvoy shrugged.
The chanting intensified, the chorus of foreign words almost shouting. The treetops around them rustled as a stiff breeze suddenly rolled across their makeshift camp. Williams looked back at their VC prisoner, who remained silent, transfixed by the radio’s signal.
“This ain’t right. None of this is right.” Harris withdrew from the contraption.
“Hold on to yourself,” Donovan said. “Nothing we can do.”
Louder. Faster. The radio shuddered with the strength of the signal.
“Turn if off. Turn it off,” Garcia demanded.
The VC’s lips started to move, almost in unison with the chanting, but he did not make a sound.
“I’m trying.” McEvoy twisted the dials, but the radio refused to obey.
Its housing crackled then sparked, causing McEvoy’s arm to snap back. The sharp smell of burnt rubber and metal poured out of the case. Then, with a pop and brilliant flash, the radio went silent, its light fading to black. The VC then dropped his head in concert with the chanting as it came to an abrupt halt.
“Jesus,” McEvoy said, blowing on his finger.

“El Diablo,” Garcia muttered in a voice low enough for only Williams to hear.

About the Author:

A fan of Lewis, Hemingway and Tolkien, author JC Braswell writes in a few different genres including Thriller, Horror, Sci-Fi, and Young Adult.

In addition to writing JC is a practicing attorney specializing in estate planning and corporate law, he is the recipient of the American Health Lawyers Association award for his legal writing.

JC makes his home along the Chesapeake Bay with his wife and two children.

You can visit his website at www.jcbraswell.com  and check out his podcasts at www.freestateradio.com

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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Release Day Blitz It Had To Be You




It Had To Be You
Crystal Valley
Book Two
Melissa Kate


Genre: Contemporary Romance , RomCom

Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Date of Publication: 25 April 2017

ISBN:  978-0-9984714-1-9
ASIN: B06ZZ2TPJ9

Number of pages: 200 pages
Word Count: 50 k

Cover Artist: Amy from Q Design

Book Description:

Emma Wyatt has had enough of her ex best friend and his lady killer ways. Gone was the sweet boy of her youth and in rides the womaniser. But this time he has ready gone and done it!

Oliver didn’t expect to be coupled with Emma. She was in an awkward situation and he couldn’t help the words that came out. She should be grateful, he saved her.

Now the whole town knows. And Emma is pissed! She’s going to kill him.

But a heated argument leads to a fiery moment of passion and suddenly the two are fighting an unlikely attraction that neither saw coming. But Oliver has a secret that could tear them apart…

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About the Author:


Melissa Kate is a self-confessed book-a-holic who lives in a small town along the coast in sunny South Africa. She writes contemporary romance with quirky characters and witty banter; a true romantic at heart, she loves the moment of falling in love. Her pet Beagle and maniacal lovebird keep her company while writing and often inspire senseless moments in her stories.

When she’s not furiously tapping away on her laptop, Melissa can be found laughing away with her husband (who happens to be her pre-school sweetheart… you just know there’s a story there) or scouring online stores for additions to her ever growing stiletto collection (ehm addiction).

She balances her day job and conjuring up new romantic tales with a local personal blog with arb ramblings about her life in Durban.

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Sonnet Coupled by Roxanne D. Howard






Sonnet Coupled
Roxanne D. Howard

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Multicultural, Interracial

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Date of Publication: April 25, 2017

Number of pages: 227
Word Count: 65,864

Cover Artist: Boroughs Publishing Group

Tagline:ER nurse Sonnet Mendoza's new housemate Griffith Parker proves there is more to a man than meets the eye, and shows her there's more to life than just her career.

Book Description:
ALWAYS FAITHFUL

Sheltered and cosseted, Sonnet Mendoza abided by her papi’s wishes her whole life: no boys, studies first and always. Now an ER nurse in a busy Chicago hospital, medical school is so close Sonnet can taste it—just like her father always wanted. Just like she can she can taste all the things she wants, like Griffith Parker, the man of her dreams and her new housemate.

Working “graves” in a large hospital as a security guard while attending the police academy during the day doesn’t leave ex-Marine Griffith Parker any personal time, but after meeting the beautiful Sonnet Mendoza business as usual is anything but. Sassy, smart…and interested in him, too? Except, she’s made an art of keeping her distance, and she's been clear that her plans don't include him. 

But the heart wants what the heart wants. His wants Sonnet. He’ll put it on the line to win her.


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Excerpt 1
            Griffith took the proffered mug of coffee with a grateful grin, and went out to his car. She was curled in the armchair, reading a medical journal article on the benefits of holistic medicine when he came back inside. In one hand he had a run-down red power drill. In the other, he lifted what looked like a black bike rack.
            “Is it okay if I put this up? I’ll remove it and fill in the holes when I leave.”
            She set her new mug of coffee on the table. “Um, sure. What is it, exactly?”
            “A Rogue.”
            “A what? Like the character in X-Men?”
            He gave her a lopsided grin. “No, c’mon. I’ll show you.”
            She followed him to the open archway where the living room led into the dining room. He looked around the ceiling, and lifted a hand to knock on the wall partition above them. It made a solid sound. “Here should be perfect. There’s enough space for it below the wainscot.”
            “For what?” she asked, confused.
            He chuckled, positioned the black rack-like thing on the wall above them, and held it still.
“Oh, it’s a pull-up bar?”
            “Yep.”
            The loud, electric whirr of the power drill echoed as he fixed the pull-up bar to the wall space above them. She watched his strong legs as he stood on a chair securing the last screws. He yanked on the bar a little to ensure it was in place, and patted the wall. “That ought to do it.” He jumped down from the chair and set the power drill on it. “Want to see it in action?”
            He’d need to jump a few feet in order to even hold onto it. “If you can reach that thing and still do pull-ups, be my guest. I’ve got to see this.”
            Griffith chuckled and ducked his head as he peeled off his T-shirt. She did her best not to salivate at the sight of his hard body. The man was all muscle, and didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.
            “Don’t want to get sweat on it.” He winked at her, balled the shirt up, and set it on the chair. But Sonnet wasn’t listening, her eyes remained glued to his impossible muscles as he jumped up, clutched the bar, and crossed his ankles. He started doing pull-ups.
            She folded her arms and stared. Hell, she couldn’t pretend not to, even out of courtesy. Her pussy throbbed, and she clenched her thighs together to soothe the ache. “One,” she joked when he got to ten.
            “Hey, shut it, you. These are, ugh, hard to do.”
            A small trickle of sweat trailed past the long, faded scars between his shoulders, along the center of his spine, and the crazy image of licking off the droplet filled her brain. “I’ll take your word for it, and let you do all the work.”
            “Fine by me,” he grunted, and dropped back down. “And that’s how it’s done.”
            She held onto his shirt while he grabbed some paper towels and dried off, then chucked them in a nearby bin. She handed him the shirt, though what she really wanted to do was bury her nose in it.




About the Author:

Roxanne D. Howard is a U.S. Army veteran who has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with her husband and children. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.




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Thursday, April 20, 2017

Cover Reveal Sevyn by Renee Dyer



Sevyn
Renee Dyer

Genre: Thriller/ Romantic Suspense/
Dark Romance

Publisher: Forever Red Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-941853-39-9

Number of pages: 300

Cover Artist: Lee Ching from Under Cover Designs

Tagline: When life hands you impossible choices, can you become the man you want to be?

Book Description:

Born into rival drug cartels, Kevyn Zozlov and his best friend Esperanza Torres defy the odds, finding laughter in a world full of pain. Ripped away from her at a young age, Kevyn has to learn the difference between family, loyalty, and obedience. Fear keeps him focused each day. Memories fill his dreams at night.

Torn between the death he sees daily and what he believes is right, he struggles to decide the kind of man he wants to be—until a promise he makes to his mother, the person he loves more than anyone, changes everything.

“Get out of here and find Esperanza. Promise me.”

Now, Kevyn has to figure out how to make his way to the only friend he ever had—the one person who understands his damaged world. Will she welcome him back with open arms, or turn him away, leaving him more lost than he already is?

With time against him, can he find Esperanza and his happiness, or will he be another casualty of the drug war, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to mourn his loss?



About the Author:

From a young Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that morphed into journals.  Poetry became short stories and short stories a novel.  Although she’s surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband, and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be herself by escaping into the fantasy of reading and writing romance.  That is, until she needs a male’s perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband at all of her questions.  Renee is a true New Englander.  You can find her screaming profanity at the TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them), reading a good book.  She doesn’t believe snow is a reason to shut things down, only to slow down and admire the beauty.  Ask her anything.  She’s an open book—pun fully intended.


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