Shoshanna’s Short Shorts by Shoshanna Evers – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_ShortShorts1-HRIf you’re in the mood for a quickie (ahem), you’ll love this collection of eleven sexy short stories from New York Times and USA Today bestselling erotic romance author, Shoshanna Evers —“Queen of the erotic novellas.” (Fandom Fanatic). This collection pulls Evers’ published stories together from nine different anthologies into one volume. Includes a never-before-published story, plus the bestselling Overheated!

Enjoy an excerpt from Forced Orgasms
Copyright 2015 Shoshanna Evers. All Rights Reserved.

Tonight, he was paying to make his dream a reality, a reality that would last for exactly one hour once his doorbell rang. The escort service called the woman “Genevieve,” although as far as Ivan could tell she seemed more like a Jenny trying to look worth her sticker price.

She seemed very friendly, and calm, although Ivan was looking forward to seeing the desperation on her face he knew the evening would bring. Was that sick? Probably. But she’d love it. At least the first fifteen minutes of it, anyway. His cock hardened, straining against his slacks.

“Jenny,” he said cordially, kissing her cheek.

She didn’t correct him on the name. Maybe he’d been right about her, or maybe she was smart enough not to start off an evening with a client by correcting him. Maybe she’d let him call her whatever he wished.

“Take off your clothes, please,” he said.

Jenny gave him a saucy smile and pulled her expensive dress over her head, leaving a matching black-and-red lace brassiere and thong.

“Beautiful,” he said appreciatively. “But those need to go too.”

“Wow, get right down to business,” she said, laughing. “I’m surprised.”

She sat down on the couch, but he shook his head.

“I have a special chair for you. Why are you surprised?” He nodded over to the corner, to the bondage chair he’d pulled out of the garage and shined with leather cleaner and stainless steel polish. The chair had cost more than she had.

“I was told you weren’t interested in sleeping with your escorts,” Jenny said, eyeing the leather straps attached to the chair and sitting in it anyway.

“No, I’m not,” he replied. It was the truth, after all. “I just want to watch you be pleasured with my vibrator, over and over. Does that sound good to you?”

She laughed. “Sure! I never get to come during these—” Jenny stopped speaking suddenly, as if someone had put the mute switch on her. More likely, she’d remembered a rule the escort service had given her. Ivan imagined it went something like: Don’t complain about other clients. It makes the man you’re with now feel like he’s not the only one, and it makes him wonder if you’re complaining about him to the other men.

“Good. Spread your legs.”

Jenny complied, spreading her thighs wide so that her ankles touched the straps on the bottom of the chair. Ivan made quick work out of restraining her.

“Hands behind your back, gorgeous,” he said, and she obeyed, silent now. He used fuzzy red cuffs to handcuff her wrists. The cuffs looked cute and playful, but their bondage was real.

“I’m going to make you come until you pass out. Does that sound like a good idea?”

She laughed again, and Ivan recognized it for what it was—nerves. “Yes. I’m yours for the next…” she looked up at the large metal clock ticking above the fireplace, “forty-three minutes.”

Ivan stifled a groan of desire. Forty-three minutes. Forty-three minutes to watch her come, and come again, and squirm, and scream. Then beg…and beg. And come again.

The memory of this evening would fulfill all of his masturbatory fantasies for the rest of his life. Which was good, because after this he’d probably be cut off from this particular escort service.

Ivan plugged in the long white vibrator, pressing the thick round head against her. Frowning, he dipped his fingers down and spread her nether lips until the vibrator nestled directly against a tender spot. His fingers came back shiny.

“This turns you on?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes,” she admitted shyly.

He flipped the switch to Low and watched her face, her reaction as the vibrator buzzed to life.

“How’s that feel?”

“Amazing.” She tilted her head back, a look of ecstasy on her face.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_ShortShortsNew York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including The Man Who Holds the Whip (part of the NYT bestselling MAKE ME anthology), I Am Not Your Melody (from the NYT bestselling Cowboy 12-Pack), Beauty & the Beast: an erotic reimagining (from the USA Today bestselling Wicked Hot Reads), The Enslaved Trilogy and The Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star, and the national bestseller, The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby.

Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief, originally from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.

The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories.

Shoshanna is also the cofounder of SelfPubBookCovers.com, the largest selection of one-of-a-kind, premade book covers in the world.

Shoshanna is a New York native who now lives with her family and three big dogs in Northern Idaho. She welcomes emails from readers and writers, and loves to interact on Twitter and Facebook.

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Character Creation by Cassandra Dean – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Character creation

It’s always a bit strange when you sit down to write the first draft of a story. You’re not quite sure what direction it’s going to take, or even who you’re writing about. You can have a plan in your head, relatively clear, but end up with something so far from it, you’d never know you started with something different. This happened with SILK & SCARS.

I struggled with the characters in SILK & SCARS. I knew I wanted it to be loosely based on Beauty and the Beast, my FAVOURITE fairy tale, and that I wanted the hero to be a growly man full of bluster and arrogance. I wasn’t too sure who I wanted the heroine to be, but I figured it would come to me.

Yeah. Big mistake.

I really struggled with the characters of SILK & SCARS. For the longest time, I had no clue what motivated Gwen. I knew she wanted to be a lawyer, but the strictures of the time wouldn’t allow for someone of her gender to practice. I knew she worked in a law chambers as a scribe, employment that hung by the barest sliver of a thread. Beyond that, though…I was pretty sure her hair was brown.

As for Edward…Oh, Edward. You were supposed to be growly. Arrogant. Someone who bludgeoned through life with little thought for consequence. You were supposed to wear your scars with a ‘frak you’ attitude, and basically demand Gwen fall in love with you. Man. What happened?

Gwen, I eventually discovered, was a sweet person who was quietly bull-headed, effecting change with a quiet, sure manner. She loved her parents and her friends, especially her dearest friend Etta, and took immense joy in her accidental correspondence with her beloved new friend, Edward.

Edward…well, he became a sensitive, shy, introverted man who loved Gothic novels and wandering the moors. He treasured his correspondence with Gwen, and wished he could converse in person as he did on the page.

As you can see, the characters were vastly different from what I initially envisioned! However, I’m really pleased with how they turned out and now can’t imagine SILK & SCARS any other way.

I hope you enjoy!

Cassandra

MediaKit_BookCover_SilkAndScarsFor over a year, Miss Gwendolyn Parkes and the Duke of Sowrith have corresponded. At first an error, the letters quickly became something much more, a friendship forged on like minds and perhaps the hope of something more…

When Gwen is compelled by her employer to attend the duke at his Dartmoor estate, she is devastated to find her beloved friend cold and imperious, even if he is the most handsome man she’s ever seen – despite his scars.

Edward, Duke of Sowrith, has longed to meet Gwen. Arranging her passage to his estate, he is tongue-tied when confronted with her quiet beauty. All too aware of the twisted ruin of his face, he allows fear to hold him silent…until Gwen’s safety is threatened.

Finally together, they grow closer until it seems they can never again be apart – but can a commoner and a duke find a happily ever after?

Enjoy an excerpt:

“Edward.” Her hand slid up his lapel. Turning, he found her gray gaze upon him, a faint crease between her brows. “What is different?”

He stared into her eyes. She met his monocular gaze, no part of her expression revolted by the eye patch, the scars. He glanced at her hand, stroking his chest almost absently, her attention fully and totally on him. “When I received your letter, the one meant for Etta, it was like a ray of light, a beacon through relentless gray. So I responded and you sent your next letter and they….You were so full of joy, it bubbled out from the page and made me think perhaps I could experience it, if only a little. You had Etta, and your parents, and your employment, and though all three annoyed you on occasion, you had such…illumination.” His finger began a mad rhythm against his leg. “I’ve never had any of that. I’ve been here alone since the accident. I didn’t go to Eton. I was too ill. By the time I was old enough to attend university, I was so far behind there was no point. I went to London for the Season, but…. That did not turn out well.” Memories of horrified stares assaulted him, the whispers and notoriety that had come with his foray into society. Forcing the memories away, he said, “So I came home, and stayed.

“Then you sent me a letter. A bright, shining thing, and we corresponded and I…I wanted to meet you. So I arranged it that Beecham brought you to Sowrith, but I never thought he would not tell you, that I—” He grimaced. “You know what happened.

“Then you arrived, you were here, and I couldn’t…. There were no words. So I stood like a fool and watched you, and I wished I had the words that came so easily by pen. You were just like your letters—bright and gold and glittering, with your smile and your lightness, even when you frowned. And that was amazing to me. You are amazing to me. I wish I could…I wish I could tell you…” Finally, he looked at her.

Eyes wide, she regarded him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Shifting his weight, he averted his gaze. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things. I—”

A gentle finger against his lips stilled his words, and he remained silent as her hand slipped to cup his cheek. The ruined one. Emotion shuddered through him as he absorbed her touch.

“See? You say such things and I can’t…” Her thumb tracing his cheekbone, her other hand slid up his chest to crumple his lapel as she pulled. Following her direction, he leaned down.

Tentatively, her lips brushed his.

Hardly daring to breath, he stood stock still as she hesitantly explored the shape of his mouth, her lips molding to his with small stops and starts. Her tongue darted against his lips and he shuddered, the sensation exquisite and overwhelming.

Wrapping his good arm around her, he urged her close. She came, her arms slipping about his neck as her lips opened under his. The wind tore at his hair and howled in his ears, his heart thundering in his chest. Her mouth was warm and eager, tasting of honey and gold. Of Gwen.

About the Author: Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy romance. Her latest novel, SLUMBER, is part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales and features Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty. Her next novel, SILK & SCARS, is part of her popular Silk Series, featuring Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever after.

Cassandra is proud to call South Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and creates her next tale.

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Things I Like to Do When I’m Not Writing by K.D. Rose – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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For my blog topic today, I chose to go over the things I like to do when I’m not writing. So much of what I do relates to writing or reading (because as a writer I read a lot!) or marketing, using social media—all related to being an author, but life exists outside the author world too! So here are a few things that will let you know I’m a real live human being too!

Things I Like To Do When I’m Not Writing
1. The husband and I like to relax with The Big Bang Theory! We’ve been watching this show for years and it never fails to entertain and make us laugh. Yes, we are geeks!

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We also like to watch new sequels to old favorites so you better bet we’ve already had our mini-marathon of all the Jurassic Park movies in preparation for:

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We can’t wait to see it!

2. Music is my life. Well, ok, writing is kind of my life but music comes in a close second. I know this video is kind of an older one now but let me tell you why I love it (and it spent a year on the top of the charts in the UK!) Not only is it great lyrics and I’m a big fan of Ed Sheeran, and not only is the dance exquisite, but being the metaphorical person that I am I really saw the dance as this perfect representation of life. See how the couple does their own thing, comes back together, never lose track of each other, all the while impressing the heck out of us? Just love it.

3. Work on the House. Ok, maybe “like” isn’t the right word but we bought a fixer-upper and fixing it up is requisite for our life and weekends. And we love our house. Even though we literally spent a year without a kitchen and four years with the windows painted over (until we installed new windows) it’s all been worth it. We had to do it all as we could afford it. I do not recommend this way of fixing up a house!

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4. Garden. Okay, I don’t really do much but weed, it’s mostly my husband but I uh, participate! Look, I took this picture. LOL Most of my Instagram pictures are of our plants and flowers.

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5. Pool! After garden and house, the pool is awesome. Full disclosure: we never wanted a house with a pool. The though never even entered our minds. But the fixer-upper we fell in love with happened to have one. So you bet we are making the best of it! So if I’m not writing, I might just be drifting by somewhere in the backyard. 😉

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BookCover_ATasteForMysteryA TASTE FOR MYSTERY Two Novellas

A Taste For Killing

Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart are both hired to solve a murder, only to realize they are working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again, off again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he’s also a suspect.

Can Carolyn solve the case as more and more murders pile up? Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones? He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer?

One thing is for sure: someone close to Carolyn and Jack has a taste for killing.

A Taste For Danger

Jack Heart drinks to excess daily. His apartment is in shambles, he’s isolated himself from all his friends, and he stumbles to the couch every night to sleep off an alcoholic stupor. All that changes when he receives a phone call with a job offer from a man he barely knew. Asked to go undercover in an elite business, Jack is thrown into the deep end and hasn’t a clue what he’s in for— or looking for— until he starts asking questions.

Suddenly, Jack must track down an embezzler inside a swanky corporation riff with politics, game-playing, and treachery. The deeper Jack goes, the more dirt he finds. Can this out-of-place detective survive and still crack the case? Not to mention some of women he works with have plans for him—plans that are way more than he bargained for.

One thing is certain: Jack’s taste for danger will take him to the edge of disaster.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Jack made sure to get his parking pass from the secretary for tomorrow. He wasn’t made of money, and today was gonna cost him twenty bucks. Cheryl followed him out, and they took the elevator down together. Jack thought this little get-together might be a good chance to interview her. What was she head of again? He couldn’t remember. He’d have to ask her. His instincts told him to wait until the bar.

Jack made sure to put his briefcase in the trunk. Cheryl brought a satchel with her and sat up front. She directed him out. Apparently she lived not too far away from him, although in the city, even a block of traffic could turn a short drive into an hour. Stuck in rush hour, Cheryl made small-talk.

“So you dined with the big cheese today?” She opened.

“Word gets around fast.”

“Yes, anytime someone from HQ comes, everyone knows it. Knows to be on their toes.”

“I see.”

“What they can’t figure out is whether to be on their toes around you.”

Now he got it. She was on a scouting mission for the office. He wondered if they drew straws. “I’m just a nobody,” he said.

“I doubt that,” said Cheryl, “or the Deputy VP wouldn’t have taken such an interest in you. So what are you here to do?”

She said it smiling and casual, but underneath he could feel the shark in her.

“I’m not allowed to discuss the details,” he said.

“Oh my,” said Cheryl and raised her hands as if she was being held up. “Never mind. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Thanks,” he said, then stayed quiet. She didn’t try to pry anymore. He wondered if she would after a few drinks. Wait. That was his plan. Who was playing who here?

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_ATasteForMysteryK.D. Rose is a poet and author who currently has published “Heavy Bags of Soul”, “Inside Sorrow”, “I AM”, “Erasing: Shadows”, “Anger’s Children: Three Shorts That Will Blow Your Mind”, “A Taste for Mystery: Two Novellas” and her new release, “The Brevity of Twit”.

K.D.’s book, Inside Sorrow won the Readers Favorite 2013 international Silver Medal for Poetry. With fellow authors around the globe, KD was also a founding member of the e-magazine, INNOVATE.

K.D. has an eclectic mind and loves language, physics, philosophy, photography, design, art, writing, symbolism, semiotics, spirituality, and Dr. Who. KD Rose is an avid supporter of music, the arts, cutting edge science, technology, and creativity in all forms. K.D also has a chronic illness but doesn’t let it get her down. K.D. considers herself a “Spoonie” on the lam.

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New Release: The Brevity of Twit

A Taste For Mystery: Two Novellas

Erasing: Shadows

Angers Children: Three Shorts That Will Blow Your Mind

Inside Sorrow

I AM (Poetry in Motion)

Heavy Bags of Soul

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Where Do Ideas Come From by R. L. King – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Where Do Ideas Come From?

One of the most common questions that most writers are asked is “where do your ideas come from?” For me, the question is more like, “Where don’t ideas come from?”

I think those who’ve never written a book (or never wanted to) believe that there’s some mystical source of ideas out there that writers tap into, but for me, there’s nothing mystical about it. Ideas come from everywhere. I’ve gotten pieces of novels from internet news articles, discussions with friends, movies, TV shows, other books, and random snatches of conversations overheard from strangers. Some of the best are “bolts from the blue” that hit me at most unexpected times: two of the best smacked me in the head while I was watching movies in a theater and I had to duck out into the lobby to capture them on my smartphone before they flitted away.

Here are some of the “mystical” sources where I’ve gotten ideas for bits in the novels I’ve already written:

• A small, odd shop in a nearby town
• A preview commercial before a movie
• A Chuck Palahniuk short story
• An internet writeup about Burning Man
• Doctor Who
• Two shops and some supernatural legends from my home town
• A tabletop roleplaying game
• A really bad early 90s science fiction show

None of these things gave me whole plots—those are a bit harder, and usually end up as a synthesis of several of the ideas as they start to come together into something bigger—but each one provides part of the story and before too long I’ve got a book brewing.

For me, the hard part isn’t getting the ideas—it’s keeping them straight. I used to think, “Oh, that’s a great idea! I’ll have to remember it!” and of course, because my brain is full of squirrels, the idea wandered off and got lost among the rest of the detritus in there. These days, I always write them down. Even if it’s just a tiny snippet of an idea, I stop what I’m doing and get it down. If I’m away from home, I email it to myself from my smartphone (which I’m never without). If I’m home, I have a little box full of half-size 3×5 cards where I write the snippet down and file it. Some of them are big (the basic plot of a full novel, or even a multi-book arc for the series) and some are very small (a single scene, maybe, or even a joke). Some are silly, and some are deadly serious. But all of them are there for me next time I want to start a novel: I just pull them out, look through them, and figure out which ones will fit with what I want to do.

At this point, I’ve got so many ideas for Stone Chronicles stories that I not only have the basic series arc in place but I also have the skeleton plots for about the next five books, along with several short stories and novellas. That’s a good place to be for me, because I tend to get stressed out if I don’t know where my next plots are coming from. Also, it leaves me plenty of room to slot in other ideas—and because I spend time every day on the internet reading weird news, Twitter, and the odd stories friends post on Facebook, I’m sure those other ideas will keep coming.

So the bottom line, at least for me, isn’t where ideas come from—but how to find time to use all the ideas that never stop coming! If you’re a new author and you’re worried about inspiration, just let yourself be open to the world around you. Don’t limit yourself to things in your own genre, either. Part of the fun is taking something that might have nothing to do with what you write and molding into something you can use. Rom-coms inspiring horror novels, or vice versa? A news story about sports inspiring an urban-fantasy story? It could happen, if you let it—and it could be your next big thing!

Dr. Alastair Stone, Occult Studies professor, powerful mage, and snarky British expat now based in Palo Alto, California, does his best to keep his academic and social lives separate from his increasingly frequent brushes with various malevolent forces from the supernatural side of the street. A little horror, a little humor, but mostly straight-up urban fantasy.

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Dr. Alastair Stone, Occult Studies professor and powerful mage, has his hands full trying to keep the two sides of his life separate as he trains a new apprentice, deals with a malevolent entity trapped in the basement of a wealthy old woman’s massive home, and battles dark mages intent on enslaving it for their own ends.

Debut novel of the Alastair Stone Chronicles.

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Dr. Alastair Stone is back, this time teaming up with Jason Thayer, a young man hunting for his missing sister. Embroiled in a web of odd homeless people, a growing conspiracy, and deadly danger, they soon realize that even if they find Jason’s sister, they might not be able to help her.

What do you do when you discover an extradimensional plot that threatens the safety of the entire world, but you can’t tell anyone about it because literally anyone on Earth could be part of it?

Book Two of the Alastair Stone Chronicles.

Enjoy an excerpt from STONE AND A HARD PLACE:

“Dr. Stone?”

The voice was trembling, female, and sounded terrified. It took him a moment to identify it. He stared as Megan stirred again, draping her arm back over him. “Mrs.—Bonham?”

Whoever was on the other end sounded like they were on the verge of hysteria. “Dr. Stone, is that you?”

“It’s me, Mrs. Bonham. What’s wrong? Is something wrong?” He sat up a little, propping himself up on his pillows. Megan’s arm slid down over his stomach, but he didn’t even notice that she was there.

“Something’s here,” she quavered. “Something’s…happening.”

He was fully awake now. Carefully, he moved Megan’s arm and sat on the edge of the bed. “Calm down, Mrs. Bonham, please. I’ll help you if I can, but you have to tell me what’s happening.”

“I don’t know,” she sobbed. “It’s like the whole house hates me. Noises—cold winds—things slamming—”

“Is Iona there? Can you put her on for a moment?”

There was a shuffling sound and then a different voice spoke, sounding almost as frightened as Adelaide Bonham had. “Dr. Stone? This is Iona.”

He took a deep breath. “Iona. What’s going on? Is Mrs. Bonham—”

“She’s not imagining things, Dr. Stone,” the woman said. In addition to sounding frightened, she sounded like she couldn’t believe what was going on. “I can hear them too. The noises. The feelings. It’s horrible, Dr. Stone. Something’s going on.”

About the Author: R. L. King is an award-winning author and game freelancer for Catalyst Game Labs, publisher of the popular roleplaying game Shadowrun. She has contributed fiction and game material to numerous sourcebooks, as well as one full-length adventure, “On the Run,” included as part of the 2012 Origins-Award-winning “Runners’ Toolkit.”

Her first novel in the Shadowrun universe, Borrowed Time, was published in May 2015.

When not doing her best to make life difficult for her characters, King is a software technical writer for a large Silicon Valley database company. In her spare time (hah!) she enjoys hanging out with her very understanding spouse and her small herd of cats, watching way too much Doctor Who, and attending conventions when she can. She is an active member of the Horror Writers’ Association and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, and a member of the International Association of Media Tie-in Writers.

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Buy Stone and a Hard Place (book 1) at Amazon and The Forgotten (Book 2) also at Amazon.

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Create a Book Trailer for Free by C.C. Koen – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Create a Book Trailer for Free by C.C. Koen

Don’t think you can handle creating your own trailer? Wrong! There are many user-friendly, video generators available that make the task easy to accomplish. If you add images to your FB or Twitter page, then you can handle these web-based programs.

Stupeflix

If you haven’t created a video before, Stupeflix would be a good introduction. The interface is quite simple and you won’t be bogged down with a lot of extra features. The free account is sufficient for authors.

• Themes: sixteen themes are available to provide uniformity. There are two free themes, others cost $5.00, and a few are available only for PRO accounts. Stupeflix forces you to choose a theme for each video.

• Soundtracks: over 100 songs are provided, covering a variety of genres to suit any story. One-click is all it takes to add it to your video. If you want more than one soundtrack, it is possible, but capabilities are limited. Either choose a single song to play for the entire video or select music to play per slide.

• Sharing: many options available, including: email, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and posting to a blog or website.

• Format: the ease of use is attributed to the slide format. Once you select a theme, you click a plus sign to add a title, image, or a video slide. To edit, select the pull down arrow that is provided when you hover over the slide (top right corner). Select from: edit, duplicate, delete, add text overlay, add audio overlay, add text to speech (Pro), or insert custom transition. The features are as simple as 1, 2, 3.

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Kizoa

If you want to add creative transitions, animations, and effects to your trailer, then Kizoa is the way to go. The interface is simple to use as well, but provides numerous options that go above and beyond any other free program.

Themes: there is a vast collection of templates available or you can create your video from scratch. If you choose to work from a template, music selections are also recommended. You can scroll through the songs in their library to select one that fits your theme.
Soundtracks: their library contains approximately 500 titles, including a wide range of options: holidays, ambient, soundscapes, classical, hop-hop, love, pop, rock, metal, folk, country, R&B, jazz, etc. A vast collection that will suit most authors. If you want to download your own music from another source, that option is available as well. Just make sure you are aware of the copyrights for any songs you use. If you decide not to use the Kizoa library, then search for Creative Common songs, and check the FAQs or terms and conditions so you are aware of how to cite the music, and who to give credit to in your video.

Sharing: a variety of options are included based on the type of account you have (i.e., free vs. premium): e-mail, Facebook, YouTube, burn a DVD, download, and embed in a blog. If you have a free (basic) membership, you are permitted to share via email, Facebook, Twitter, or a blog. With premium memberships you can burn to a DVD or download.

Format: Kizoa formatting is better than any other program. The features include: my images, slideshow maker (video maker), collage maker, my slideshows, and order prints. Videos can be created from a template or scratch. Either option you select, the development is simple drag and drop. Once you upload images, you drag them to the slide strip located at the bottom of the screen. If you want to add transitions, there are approximately 40 to choose from. Again, drag and drop into the “T” for transitions box. If you want to add effects like snow flurries, fireworks, glitter, sprouting flowers, etc. you drag and drop it onto the image and it is automatically applied. There is a sample screen that allows users to test any effect before making a selection. You can also add text, animations, and music to the slides.

Other Book Trailer and Video Generator Options

Fiverr

Still not convinced you can create your own trailer? Fiverr has designers that can help you. Fees range but most have reasonable pricing under twenty dollars.

Animoto

Animoto has varying membership and feature options.

Free: permits a 30 minute video, provides web quality, the styles are limited, and the music selections include over 300 options.

Plus: five dollars a month permits a ten minute video, provides web quality, 64 video styles to choose from, and the music selection includes the same number as the free account.

Pro: thirty-nine dollars a month permits a twenty minute video, HD quality, 87 pro styles to choose from, and the music selection includes over 2,000 options.

WeVideo

I’m a somewhat savvy computer user, but even I found this program to be a challenge. Perhaps it’s my learning style or my preference for a “what you see is what you get” (WYSIWIG) platform, but after ten minutes of confusion, I gave up on WeVideo. If you are up for a challenge, then give it a try. You may have more success.

The membership options and features include:

Free: 10GB cloud storage, 7.5 minutes/month export time, video resolution of 720p, a music selection that includes 50 titles, publish to YouTube, Google Drive, Facebook, Twitter, Vimeo, Daily Motion, WeVideo, and free downloads.

Premium: four dollars per month includes the same as the free membership, plus: 30GB storage, email support, free WeVideo branding, and premium editing features.

Pro: fifteen dollars per month includes the same as the premium membership, plus: 100 GB storage and a reseller license.

Whichever direction you take, book trailers can be made on a low budget depending on how savvy you are. Even if you don’t use it for your novel, at least you’ll develop a new skill that can provide hours of entertainment.

What happens when a single mom’s four-year-old daughter falls in love with Mr. Right and she doesn’t?

Maggie Tyson’s rule: no bad boys. Her incarcerated ex-husband broke her of that attraction. Needing to escape his threats and the scrutiny of the people in her hometown, Maggie relocates to New York City. Determined to not make the same mistakes, she has a mile-long list of dos and don’ts. Unfortunately, her daughter, Cecily, doesn’t like to follow them. When Cecily wanders away from her and right into Rick Stone’s office, Maggie knows he’s the exact type she’s been trying to avoid. Can she resist him or will she succumb to his willful charm?

Rick Stone’s rule: bed them don’t wed them. Running a multi-billion dollar business doesn’t leave him with much time to do anything else, particularly with an overbearing grandfather breathing down his neck. But when a man works hard, he needs to play even harder. Voted America’s most eligible bachelor, Rick doesn’t have any problems getting women into his bed—except one.

Two auburn beauties stumble into his life.
One will break his heart.
The other—heal it.
Will he love or leave them?

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“This place is packed. Why’d you pick it?”

Lodged in her brain for several weeks now, Mr. Stone’s guttural tenor replayed in her daydreams and in her sleep. She inched around performing a mental countdown from ten to zero, which helped cool her off when Cece pushed her buttons, and by some miracle she hoped would work in this instance too.

A steel gray oxford, no tie, and slim-fit pants with the same sheen as his button-down vest produced an unnatural reaction. Her tongue rolled to the roof of her mouth and withheld the groan his arousing professional attire and fresh-air scent planted in her head.

“Uh…” Mr. Stone narrowed his eyes at Matt and clamped a hand on his shoulder. His flushed face resembled the cherry red that often tinted joggers’ cheeks. “Buddy, you didn’t tell me Maggie would be here. Thought you said this was a business lunch.” He waved a folder and tossed it on the table.

Matt’s grin flashed toward her and then to his friend. “You do realize she’s cooking, right?”

Just then Mr. Stone’s gaze drifted across her chest, becoming transfixed for a while on the crisscrossed fork, spoon, and knife emblem at her left breast and then darted up to her face. If possible, his skin reddened even more as he dropped onto the wooden stool, an impact that scraped the chair back a few inches, rocking him into Matt’s shoulder.

“Let’s order. I’m starved.” An elbow shot given to his buddy, Matt knocked Mr. Stone’s bent arm off the edge of the table and pointed to the menu. “Pick something, fast. I need to get to dessert before it’s all gone.”

Using a similar mocking tone like Matt had earlier, Mr. Stone scanned the room while he spoke. “You realize we’re in a restaurant that has loads of food.”

She got a chuckle out of the amusing banter. Normally, she and Kat rubbed each other the wrong way. It was good to see the ribbing happening to someone else for a change.

“No, smart ass. Maggie’s extra special, sweet treat. There’s a limited amount.”

The menu forgotten and dropped onto the table, Mr. Stone set his chin in his hand and repositioned his arm where it had been before Matt knocked it down. In a seductive murmur he asked, “What sinful goodies do you have for me, Maggie?” Extended across the counter, his hand cupped hers from underneath and gripped it like a beggar pleading for anything and everything she could give.

About the Author: C.C. Koen writes contemporary romance with a twist. An avid reader who enjoys mystery and suspense, her stories will never be what you expect. Determined to find adventure in her dreams and life, she enjoys skydiving, sailing and any activity that challenges her. Teacher by day, romance writer at night produce an active imagination that comes to life in her writing.

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Shadows by Stella Barcelona – Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway

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BookCover_ShadowsCataclysm. Now. Run.

A cryptic, urgent text message turns the peaceful life Skye Barrows has created for herself and her sister into chaos. She must follow her father’s instructions to the letter, but Sebastian Connelly is blocking her way. Telling Sebastian what she must do is not an option.

What He Doesn’t Know Will Get Them All Killed

When a prison break in the midst of a security system upgrade threatens to destroy the reputation of Sebastian’s company, Black Raven Private Security Contractors, he goes on the hunt for escaped prisoner Richard Barrows – a delusional and paranoid computer software genius.

Sebastian’s mission: find Richard Barrows and return him to prison, but stonewalled by Skye, who refuses to give him answers, and with the added complication of her special needs sister, Sebastian finds himself always a step or two behind vicious killers.

Nothing About This Case is Normal

For Sebastian, it should be simple, but this case will test him in ways he never imagined. As probing interrogation becomes urgent protection, the search for Barrows forces Sebastian and Skye into a murky world of shadows and illusions.

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Cataclysm. Now. Run.

Her father had taught her to act first, worry later. A simple idea, and one with value, although he had the luxury of living in grand schemes and high ideals.

He’d left her to contend with the real world, and to say it was a damn inconvenient day to have to run was an understatement.

She shredded the paper where she’d written his message, put the pieces in her mouth, almost gagging on the wad of pulp. With all that was inside of her, she knew that chewing and swallowing paper as a means of destroying the message was ridiculous. Yet she was committed by blood and loyalty to following her father’s instructions, no matter how off-base, so follow them she did. She walked over to retrieve her personal ditch kit—cash, loose diamonds, gold medallions, and weapons—all packed in a backpack that was tucked in a locked trunk in her closet, under spare linens.

The location where cataclysm prompted her to run—a lake house on Firefly Island in Hickory Lake, near Nashville, Tennessee—had more supplies. For now, she just had to get there. Fast. She checked her backpack, put it by the bedroom door, and tried to calm herself by deep breathing. This first step of the cataclysm scenario—getting to the lake house within twenty-four hours and awaiting her father’s next instruction—would be a no brainer if she were alone. But she wasn’t alone.

AuthorPhoto_ShadowsStella Barcelona has always had an active imagination, a tendency to daydream, and a passion for reading romance, mysteries, and thrillers. She has found an outlet for all of these aspects of herself by writing romantic thrillers.

In her day-to-day life, Stella is a lawyer and works for a court in New Orleans. She lives minutes from the French Quarter, with her husband of seventeen years and two adorable papillons who believe they are princesses. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Southern Louisiana Chapter of the Romance Writers of America. Her first novel, DECEIVED, was inspired by New Orleans, its unique citizens, and the city’s World War II-era history.

Her third novel, JIGSAW, a Black Raven novel, will be released in 2016.

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The Last Dreamgirl – Spotlight and Giveaway

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For every man there’s a girl who grips his imagination and his heart as no other girl ever did or will. She may be in her teens or a mature woman. He responds to her as a boy to a girl. Whether she comes early in his life or late, there is a throne in his subconscious that she takes possession of, without trying, often without wanting to.The image he forms of her reigns there in perpetuity, even if she has left his life, or this life. Her enchantment never fades or fails, and he is never immune to it. She may not be for him the last wife or paramour, but she is the last dreamgirl.

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Traffic was light enough that Ron could pull out and follow Bower, a car or two behind. Bower drove to a local Acme supermarket, parked, grabbed a pushcart, and went in to shop.

Ron did the same. While he avoided trailing Bower through the aisles he effectively followed him by going down aisles that Bower was coming up, and sometimes pausing near Bower to search for products on one side of the aisle while Bower was scanning the shelves on the other side. Viewing the man’s features at close range Ron had no doubt that this was the Vulture. Ron got so close to him in the drug and cosmetics aisle that he made two notable observations. First, from a sharp side angle Bower’s deformed eye-placement could be seen under his dark glasses. Second, he was working from two shopping lists—which seemed to be in different handwriting. At a glance Ron perceived one as a small neat feminine hand, written in blue ink, and the other as a larger, though equally neat, hand—probably masculine—in pencil.

Ron’s heart leaped at the thought that the penned shopping list had been written by Sandra Moore. But he knew how much he wanted to find evidence of her being alive in Bower’s house and feared he might have seen what he wanted to see. Seconds after the observation, when he had moved down the aisle, he began to question it.

The fact that both lists were so neatly written made him doubt that they were done by different hands. The pencil versus ink could have created that illusion; and sometimes one’s mood and the size of the paper can prompt one to write smaller than usual….

Ron’s doubts about handwriting were resolved when he made his next pass of Bower’s cart near the feminine hygiene shelves and saw in it a box of women’s sanitary napkins. Why in God’s name would Bower be buying Kotex if he lived alone? There had to be a woman there and a menstruating woman at that. Ron couldn’t check but would be willing to bet that the Kotex had been written on the blue-ink shopping list in what had first struck him as a feminine hand. It was a feminine hand, and he would lay odds that it was Sandra’s.

Ron got right behind Bower in the checkout line and noticed that he had also bought a woman’s scented bath powder, a feminine underarm deodorant, and a supply of hairpins. Ron had to resist an impulse to cry out in joy and triumph. None of the female items were things a young man would bring to a girl he was dating. None was the equivalent of a bouquet, a box of candy, or a bottle of perfume. These were things a man would typically pick up for his wife or mistress, a woman he was living with. Or a girl he held captive.

About the Author:

A native Philadelphian, Shane Hayes earned his bachelor’s and his law degree from Villanova University, and studied for a year at Princeton Theological Seminary. He worked as a writer/editor for Prentice Hall and an attorney for the federal government. He is married, has four children, and lives in suburban Philadelphia. His nonfiction book The End of Unbelief: A New Approach to the Question of God was released by Leafwood Publishers in the fall of 2014.

Two young men meet on ship when both are recently out of college. They share a flaming ambition. Each aims to write novels that will be internationally acclaimed and win him a place in American letters. One of them, Paul Theroux, achieves the dream in all its glory: becomes world famous, writes over 40 books, and three of his novels are made into films. The other, Shane Hayes, fails completely, but keeps tenaciously writing, decade after decade, plowing on through hundreds of rejections. Then almost half a century later, Shane contacts Paul, who remembers him, reads three of his books, likes them, and praises them with endorsements.

In writing to agents and publishers Shane could now say, “Query for a novel praised by Paul Theroux.” No one offers a book deal because of an endorsement, so rejections keep coming. But more people let him send at least a sample and are predisposed to see merit in it. At his age, time is crucial. In the month he turns 75, Shane receives contracts on two of his books from different publishers. He will always be grateful to the literary giant who remembered ten days of friendship half-a-lifetime after it ended.

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Pondering the Muse by Jeanne Mackin – Guest Blog and Giveaway


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Pondering the Muse
by Jeanne Mackin, author of A Lady of Good Family

“You couldn’t ridicule me into going into the box,” Joni Mitchell said in a recent interview. She is Saint Laurent creative director Hedi Slimane’s new muse and I say amen! Mitchell has been my musical hero for a while, both for the unwavering femaleness of her fabulous voice, and the powerful poetry and honesty of her lyrics. I don’t think the muse could wear a better face than Joni Mitchell’s, at any age.

In fact, I thought of Joni Mitchell quite often when I was developing the character of my protagonist in my latest novel, A Lady of Good Family. Beatrix Jones Farrand, a privileged woman of the Gilded Age, could have married well, supported her husband’s ambitions, and raised a family. That was what her society expected her to do. But she outwitted them and made her own plans, fulfilled her own ambitions. She wouldn’t be boxed in, either.

For a woman artist, invoking the muse has special meaning because the muse, traditionally, is a woman, the semi-divine being who inspires men to do their most creative work, or to simply keep working. Muses, like boats and until quite recently storm systems, were female. When you think about it, those three have a lot in common – they float, they disturb, they keep you off balance. But for a woman to invoke another woman? That can be difficult because whether anthropologists admit it or not, women can be pretty competitive and uncooperative sometimes. When I call upon my muse, I am always aware that I am calling upon a part of myself, to work better, to work harder…sometimes to work at all. The muse isn’t something to tame or train or rely upon but to become. As did Joni Mitchell. As did Beatrix Farrand, the muse of American garden design. As should we all, whatever our chosen endeavor.

Raised among wealth and privilege during America’s fabled Gilded Age, a niece of famous novelist Edith Wharton and a friend to literary great Henry James, Beatrix Farrand is expected to marry, and to marry well. But as a young woman traveling through Europe, she already knows that gardens are her true passion. How she becomes a woman for whom work and love, the earthly and the mysterious, are held in delicate balance is the story of her unique determination to create beauty while remaining true to herself.




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1920

Lenox, Massachusetts

My grandparents had a farm outside of Schenectady, and every Sunday my father, who worked in town, would hitch the swayback mare to the buggy and take us out there. I would be left in play in the field as my father and grandfather sat on the porch and drank tea and Grandma cooked. My mother, always dressed a little too extravagantly, shelled the peas.

A yellow barn stood tall and broad against a cornflower blue sky. A row of red hollyhocks in front of the barn stretched to the sky, each flower on the stem as silky and round as the skirt on Thumbelina’s ball gown. In the field next to the barn, daisies danced in the breeze. My namesake flower.

I saw it still, the yellows and red and blues glowing against my closed eyelids. The field was my first garden and I was absolutely happy in it. We usually are, in the gardens of our childhood.

When I opened my eyes I was on a porch in Lenox, a little tired from weeks of travel, a little restless. My companions were restless, too, weary of trying to make polite conversation as strangers do.

It was a late-summer evening, too warm, with a disquieting breeze stirring the treetops as if a giant ghostly hand ruffled them. Through the open window a piano player was tinkling his way through Irving Berlin as young people danced and flirted. In the road that silvered past the inn, young men, those who had made it home from the war, drove up and down in their shiny black Model T’s.

It was a night for thinking of love and loss, first gardens, first kisses.

Mrs. Avery suggested we try the Ouija board. Since the war it had become a national obsession.

“Let’s,” I agreed eagerly.


About the Author:

Jeanne Mackin ‘s latest novel, A Lady of Good Family, explores the secret life of gilded age Beatrix Jones Farrand, niece of Edith Wharton and the first woman professional landscape design in America. Her previous novel, The Beautiful American, based on the life of model turned war correspondent and photographer, Lee Miller won the CNY 2015 prize for fiction. She has published in American Letters and Commentary and SNReview and other publications and is the author of the Cornell Book of Herbs and Edible Flowers. She was the recipient of a creative writing fellowship from the American Antiquarian Society and her journalism has won awards from the Council for the Advancement and Support of Education. She lives with her husband, Steve Poleskie, in Ithaca.

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BMW’s Excellent Adventure by Brett Matthew Williams – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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BMW’s Excellent Adventure

Time travel is a double edged sword of awesomeness and disaster. The idea of stepping outside of it, while tempting on the outside, would be nothing but a miserably (if not gooey) inside of bad decisions and wrong turns. Much like life, the notion presents its good and its bad, the yin and the yang, of how to prioritize the responsibility and wants of such a vast undertaking. I have often dreamed of taming a pair of velociraptors to keep as pets, but the actual idea of doing that is so ridiculous it isn’t even workable. Call me a skeptic but until recently I have always thought of time travel as best left to fiction authors. But then I started doing this tour, and when (inevitably) every interview question ended up being ‘What time would YOU travel to?’ I actually gave the matter some thought to surprising results.

It has always bothered me that we as a civilization lost what came before written recorded history. Scientists estimate that human beings in our current form have been walking the Earth for near 100,000 years, yet we have but 6,000 years of recorded history to our wall of fame. Notice any discrepancy here? Most historians will give you the dull, dry answer that before written history, we as human beings were nomadic, or simply told stories and lessons via oral traditions. This leaves a wide berth for speculation.

How many empires were built, to what extend did they reach, and how did they each fall? Were there legendary heroes, long forgotten to time due to the passing of all whom whispered their names? What of villains, or warlords, or conspiring kings, queens, or whatever the leadership called themselves; how did they solve issues that we as a species still struggle with in the 21st century, like monogamy, crime, or religion. And speaking of religion, how many have been lost to the ages? Gilgamesh gave scholars so much to dote upon that few have bothered to ask what possibly could have been its competition. It’s been suggested to me that I’m not writing correctly unless at least ten percent of those who read it absolutely hate what I create. So, by that theory ten percent of ancient Sumerians were looking elsewhere for entertainment than the Epic of Gilgamesh. But where?!

I have received my share of correspondence with those who disagree with my quest on religious grounds. While I respect your right to practice your religion in its own space, I will fight tooth and nail to deter the ignorant, fear based culture that certain individuals champion behind the banner of ‘religion’. Too often the price of progress is paid with the suffrage of those who go against the grain of widely held, yet little verified public thought.

That being said, it would be amazing to walk, all alone, within the confines of a time before mankind inhabited the Earth, or visit the Library of Alexandria before it burnt down. Regardless of the when, the ultimate dream for any historian is to catalogue the unknown in an attempt to make amends with the fragmented pieces of mankind’s past so that it may better understand its shared history moving forward. It’s not always pleasant, but it is necessary, and I fear in our 21st century world of science and technology taking precedent above all else, an often overlooked subject.

MediaKit_BookCover_TimeIsRelativeForAKnightOfTime Meet Rolland Wright – a seventeen year old orphan living out of his car in rural Woodland Hills, California. Aside from grappling with the fact of being abandoned by his drunken father two years previous following his mothers mysterious murder, his life mostly revolves around finding a warm place to sleep at night. When one day he is attacked by men claiming to have killed his father, Rolland discovers a strange ability to slow the flow of time around him, beginning a journey that takes him to places outside of time, space, and eventually to the early 19th century to fight the sinister General Andrew Jackson. With the help of a rag-tag group of historical and mythical figures with various supernatural abilities of their own (Joan of Arc, Jesse James, etc) known as the Knights of Time, Rolland solves the mystery behind his mother’s murder, falls in love, battles the evil Edward Vilthe – reaper of souls, and finds a home of his own in the paradise known as Eden.

The Time is Relative series chronicles the origin story of the mythical figure Father Time, beginning with the award winning first novel, Time is Relative for a Knight of Time. All dates and events are historically accurate. The participants… maybe not.

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It was a muggy, humid morning when U.S. General Andrew Jackson woke to the sound of tribal horns. Immediately identifying their purpose, he quickly gathered both his wits and his pants, grabbing his sword and sidearm as he left his tent.

Known to be tough as hickory, Andrew Jackson was a moderately tall man for his time, standing at six feet, one inch. In this and in his military rank he was often compared to George Washington among elite society in Boston, Washington, and New York, despite his humble beginnings.

Jackson’s rigid demeanor was only matched by his sharp attention to detail. His crisply, pressed uniform was such that it demanded the attention of all the company’s men. Each stood at full attention, showing perfect respect for their commanding officer as Jackson made his way through the columns slowly, careful to catch each and every pair of eyes.

“Today we fight like dogs, and live like kings!” Jackson roared to his men, who cheered loudly in response. Their gusto and appreciation for their General’s bravery in the face of danger was not unnoticed by his adversaries on and off the battlefield.

A slave, brought directly from Africa on Jackson’s orders, walked Jackson’s horse to him around the hustle and bustle of preparing for the day’s campaign. A light rain began to fall on the heads and shoulders of every soul under the barely visible sun, uniting them in nature. They all felt the soft droplets as they landed on both white and brown skin alike. Lightning struck diagonally across the gray sky, followed shortly by an attention-stealing clap of thunder that rocked the previously dry Florida landscape.

About the Author: Brett Matthew grew up with a passion for both film and history. He began his career fresh out of high school as a Production Assistant/ football player on NBC Universal’s television series Friday Night Lights (of which he can often be seen in the first two seasons as a member of the championship team – Go Panthers!). He quickly moved on to serve as an Original Series intern with the USA Network in Studio City, California. Following work on shows like Monk, Psych, and Burn Notice, Brett returned home to Texas to continue his education, graduating with his degree in History from Texas State University. A proud Master Freemason, Brett thoroughly enjoys fantasy fiction, watching Netflix, running, baseball, Shakespeare, and spending time with his family and critters.

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Welcome to Paradise by Heidi Lynn Anderson – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_AvasAwakening_HiResWhen Ava stumbles into Paradise and comes face-to-face with her dream man, she has a feeling she’s standing on the precipice of something life-changing. Not to mention, she couldn’t be more surprised to learn her supposedly prim and proper aunt Julie was actually part owner of the premier sex club in Miami and a top-notch Dominatrix.

Navy SEAL Logan Turner always knew he needed more out of life than the next mission. That’s why he opened Paradise with his best friend Julie. It didn’t hurt that he could reap the benefits of owning a BDSM sex club. But when a sexy, doe-eyed woman walks in, his control slips for the first time ever.

MediaKit_BookCover_MaggiesLongingWho would have thought a plan to get the attention of one man, would have Maggie Blake taking two men to her bed?

Maggie Blake has one desire, to experience what the way too sexy Brian O’Malley has to offer in bed. Too bad he thinks of her as an annoyance and not as the hot, willing woman she is.

Brian O’Malley has one rule in life. Never let a woman too close, but club Paradise’s sassy little bartender threatens to change that rule and wiggle her hot little ass into his damaged heart.

MediaKit_BookCover_Julie'sSurrender_HiResMistress Julie has worked to gain control of her life and overcome a tragedy from her past, and as a co-owner of Paradise, Miami’s premier BDSM club, she thought she had everything. But the truth is she longs for something more—something like the happiness her closest friends have found with their new partners.

Nick’s sexual specialty is playing “guest star” as the third in his friends’ ménage encounters. He’s especially good at reading a situation and adjusting accordingly, and giving and receiving pleasure—and then moving on. But once he meets Julie, Nick begins to rethink his ideas on relationships.

Nick and Julie get along great outside the bedroom, but Nick will need all his skills at discerning a woman’s deepest desires to show Julie that what she thinks she wants isn’t exactly what she needs.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

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“You must have done something wrong. A dozen girls under your tutelage got themselves pregnant, shamed the school and ruined its impeccable reputation.”

When the tight-knit group of students wound up expecting within three months of one another, someone’s head had to roll. It made sense it was hers. Ava wasn’t a nun, wasn’t married and was low man on the totem pole.

Being the sole guidance counselor at an all-girls high school, she was well versed in the workings of overactive hormones and the complications of the teenage mind. Ava doubted the pregnancies happened by accident. She thought there might be some kind of pact going on but had no proof. It was pretty bad when seventeen and eighteen-year-olds were having more sex then she was.

The students went home and had lives, apparently more exciting ones than she had. There was nothing she could say to change the priest’s mind.

“Well, Father Donavan.” Ava stood and walked to stand in front of the old man. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to clean out my office.”

He rose. “I’ll send Sister Mary Elizabeth in to oversee you.” He pushed past her and out of the room.

What am I going to do, steal the picture of the Pope hanging on the wall? She slammed the door behind her, stomped back to her desk, picked up her cell phone and dialed.

“Nick’s House of Pleasure.” Her roommate and best friend answered.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_AvasAwakeningBy 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.

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