Thursday, April 9, 2015

Eye Candy Thursday: New Eye Candy!



Here's a little man candy for you! I'm pleased to say I found a source that I can legally use, so while these will still be posted to my Man Candy Pinterest Board, I should have something new every Thursday again which I'm really excited about! 

I just had to post this guy, I absolutely LOVE his blue eyes, and who doesn't love a bit scruff on a guy's face? LOL

He's inspiring to me as a character as well, I think I'm going to have to use him in a story at some point. 

What's your favorite kind of guy?

Friday, April 3, 2015

Flash Fiction Friday: Her Griffin



Sahara looked at her companion. "You realize this isn't going to be easy, right?"

Lazarus gave her the look. Of course it's not going to be easy, it never is. What I want to know is when am I going to get my human form back?

"I don't know, my love. The sorceress who trapped you in this form keeps slipping away. The only way to turn you back is to find her and pierce her heart with the arrow Justice gave me."

If she was here right now, I would rip her heart out. Sahara's mind flashed with a picture of the woman in question, mauled, bloody and very very dead. The sorceress's bleeding heart ripped from her chest dripped on the stone floor from Lazarus's beak. 

Sahara shuddered. "I'm just glad I'm on your good side."

Lazarus rubbed his large head against her arm. You could never be on my bad side.

"So, where do you think she'll go next?"
Lazarus shook his head. Maybe the Zaous realm?

"Maybe. You want to open the portal?"

Yes. I want my form back, and I want her to be trapped in this griffin form as she was before.

"It was a long time ago. You have to stop blaming yourself. She tricked you." Sahara petted Lazarus. As much as she longed to see his human form in more than just her mind, she hated that he continued to blame himself for being tricked.
I should have known better. I mean a female griffin? There is no such thing, griffins are magical creatures, and they're always male. 

"You have a point, but it's still possible that there were female griffins at one time as she told you. And unlike you, she got her human form back during the full moon."
Yes, well, I intend for the curse she put on me to be the same for her, no more getting her human form back during the full moon so she can seduce some other poor unsuspecting young wizard as she did me. She will truly be stuck in this form forever.

"If I don't kill her first." The rage she felt was all consuming. Unlike the sorceress Talia, she could see past the form her true mate had been trapped in to who he was inside.

Just be sure and pierce her heart with the spear, if she is killed any other way I will be trapped forever. 

"Oh, don't worry. I'll pierce her heart alright. Her black heart will feel my wrath and she will know it was Sahara who killed her and broke the curse." 
Lazarus cuddled against Sahara as they waited for his magic to open the portal. This was the only magic he had left in this form, as if Talia wanted to taunt him by leaving him just enough to chase her from realm to realm. 

When the portal opened they would begin the search again...


Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Autbor Spotlight on Laura Tolomei!

Author Bio:

Globetrotter author from Italy, Laura Tolomei has traveled the world from age five, and she hasn’t stopped since. After having read countless numbers of books, she decides, at age forty, to write her own stories for a change, instead of always having to read them from others. Now an acclaimed author with original borderline stories at the edge of accepted conventions, Laura Tolomei guarantees an erotic earthquake with each new novel.

Q. Does your family support your writing? Do they know….it’s spicy?

Laura: My family, my husband in particular, totally support me, and yes, they know it’s a hell of a lot more than spicy…mine is downright erotic. Fact is–I’m a very open person and don’t feel the need to hide anything about what I do or how I live. As a result, my family’s very supportive. My mate in particular bears the full weight of it since he’s my main reference for all my stories. Writing mostly MM, I ask him about how to make my characters more credible, also in their sex scenes. LOL I must admit, we have a lot of fun out of it. In addition, he helps me with plot and even reads the completed stories. We even found a new way to work together when I wrote Bloody Passion in first person. Since the speaker is a Druid, I wanted it to be credible so I asked him to review each chapter as I wrote it and his comments/suggestions were priceless. Ain’t he great?

Q. What describes the “heat” level in your writing?

Laura: My extremely HOT HOT HOT sex MM and MMF sex scenes! That’s why many of my books have five flames heat levels, like Divinitas, The Game and The Festival from my Virtus Saga. Most of my other books have a rating of four as heat levels, which is still scorching, particularly when it comes to my Soulmate and ReScue series.

Available from Extasy Books!

Blurb:

Alone. The future of his world on his shoulders, Prince Duncan Caldwell has to connect the dots. To pick up the pieces of broken love. Before the new edition of the Game. Before the terrible loss awaiting him at Black Rose. But not alone. Not without his angel. Certainly not without his princess. For only her power will save him.

PG EXCERPT

“So, for you, it was through sex?” Extremely interested, Lord Ellis’s shoulders straightened, his body tensing all together. “With Christopher I presume.”

“No, he had nothing to do with it.” It was just as well the conversation was taking this turn. “It was the princess.” Lovingly, he raked his hand through her thick strands, relishing the silky feeling knotting around his fingers.

“That’s why you adopted her then.” It looked as though Richard had finally connected the dots to something that had been bothering him for a long time.

“Wasn’t it because you grew up together?” Somehow, it seemed important for Lucy to establish the family connection firmly.

“Actually, it was my father’s wish.” Still playing with her hair, he tilted up her face. “He had come to love her as another daughter.” His hand slipped downward. “But the reason I agreed to do it is because I love her.” Then his lips claimed hers.

Lost. He was irretrievably lost in the sweetness of her mouth. And of her immediate surrender to his tongue demanding an entry she readily gave.

“Oh…” In front of him, Lucy writhed, her hopes sagging like a balloon that had lost air too fast, too soon.

“Well, I had no idea…” Richard cleared his throat. “I mean, after what you said and did in the attic, we all thought that Christopher—”

“All I said and did is true.” Breaking off the seductive exchange, Duncan realized his cock was more than ready for her. “I love the angel.” Over her body, he reached out to clasp Chris’s hand. “But I also love her.” His free hand squeezed Ylianor’s fingers. “And the best moment of my life was when I pledged the two people I love most in the entire world to one another.” Now he brought their hands together, their bracelets—his special gift to them—grazing as their arms touched.

“And never was I happier to pledge to the woman who has captured my heart.” Taking the cue from him, Chris maneuvered her neck so that her head rested on his shoulder.

“The way you’ve been at the Hall lately, everyone thinks you only care about the leader.” Much like Lucy, also Richard looked crushed by the declaration. “And I remember Lord Strepton during the Fitting was very skeptical. Said he’d never seen Lady Templeton before, even if he’s the closest neighbor to Black Rose—”

Monday, March 16, 2015

Author Spotlight on Tara Fox Hall and Tempest of Vengeance Promise Me Book #11!







Blurb:


A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.

Excerpt:

My heart seemed to stop, and everything from that point went in slow motion.

I grabbed Devon up in my arms, feeling how cold and stiff my son’s body was.

“No! Please God! No!”

My next scream deafened me, as I went to my knees, holding the lifeless body of my son. I kept screaming, stopping only to take great draughts of air to give sound to my pain.

“Sar! Sar, what the—?” I felt Theo’s hands on me, holding us. As he roared out his rage and agony, I fainted.

When I awoke, I was lying in Danial’s bed with Theo. Instantly Devon’s death hit me like a ton of bricks. I began screaming again hysterically, and crying. Theo held me, and we cried together for a long time, not saying anything to each other. What was there to say? Our baby was dead. And everything I’d hoped for him to become, and experience, would never happen.

Buy Links:

Melange Books

Bio:

Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

Tara’s Other Links:

Website

tarafoxhall@gmail.com

Tara's Blog

Tara's Facebook Page

Twitter

Friday, February 6, 2015

My Brother's Apartment Fire...UPDATE 3/15/15

I rarely post on this blog about my personal life as I tend to be a pretty private person for the most part, but I found out this evening that my younger brother and his wife have become homeless due to an apartment fire in their building. They have pretty much lost everything except for a few changes of clothes. It's very scary for them right now. Because of this I'm trying to help them by raising money to help find a new apartment, and replace some of the necessities they lost in the fire. I'm asking for people to share the donation link even if they can't donate. Any help at all is appreciated. So, if you read this and can share the link on your social media or however you would like I would truly be grateful! :-)

Here's the link I created for my donation page, and thanks again!

UPDATE: Thank you so much to everyone who read this and donated or shared the donation link, you guys are AWESOME! I was able to raise enough money to help my brother and sister-in-law find a new place to live so they are no longer living in a complex that is a fire trap. I could not have done that without your help, so again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I and my family appreciate your help more than we can put into words. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Author Spotlight Paradise on the Horizon by Mary M. Forbes


Available from Amazon
Blurb:
Natasha Marnicov is forced to flee Russia and her only option is through the large migration of Doukhobors going into Canada’s wilderness. She is captured by Lucas Cameron when she tries to escape this strange religious sect.. Instead of returning her to the Doukhobors, Lucas agrees to bring her along with him further into the wilderness. He was a soldier -wrongfully accused of misconduct – and is going to try farming until his name is cleared. He knows nothing about farming just as he knows Natasha does. Natasha soon realizes she is nothing to Luke for he loves another in the East.
Excerpt:
A log splintering on the grate jerked Natasha Marnicov back to the present. Numb with shame, she sank further back into the corner of her massive four-poster bed. Her eyes dropped to the tousled, blood-streaked sheets. Her throat was raw with her unanswered screams for help.
Natasha tried to focus her rolling eyes. Eventually they stopped to rest on the elaborate gilt candelabra. Wax dripped down the tapers, as silent and slows as the tears strolling down her cheeks. With a loud, ominous crack her wooden door opened.
“No. No more, Stefan,” grabbing her feather duvet, Natasha bunched the thick material into her fists, rising to her knees.
She would kill him rather than let him hurt her again.
She could see nothing at the dark doorway. She could only feel the anguished pain of her bruised limbs.
“I’m too late. Oh my God Tashya,” a few long strides brought the man to her side.
Slowly Natasha became aware it was her father, Prince Alexander Marnicov, holding her shoulders, not Stefan. Her terrorized shrieks turned into small whimpers of shame.
“Papa, Stefan hurt me.”
“I know, baby.” Sitting on the bed, Alexander gathered her into his massive arms and rocked her as though she was indeed a baby.
Loud, obnoxious voices sounded in the Grand Hall below her bedroom, shattering the momentary peace. Natasha winced, sinking into her father’s strong chest.
“They’re here.” Alexander’s voice sounded anxious. His eyes were dark and compelling as he stared down at her. “Natasha, you must listen to me. The Palace Guards are here. I must leave. Do you understand?”
Numbly, Natasha nodded her head. Stefan Sorsky’s lies were the cause of this whole mess.Not happy with the trumped up treason charges against her beloved, loyal father, Stefan had then abused her. A small scream erupted. She couldn’t think of the horrors Stefan had subjected her to.
“Tashya, listen.” Alexander shook her shoulders gently until her screams tapered off.
“Oh Alexei,” Like an angel, Katya, Natasha’s beautiful, petite mother moved from the shadows of the doorway. “If Stefan will marry her, I don’t see the problem.”
“For God’s sake Katya, we’ve been through this already.” Alexander turned to glare at his dainty wife. “Stefan will not keep her alive. Once he getsmy lands and money, he’ll kill her. He doesn’t want Tashya.”
“He wants to hurt me.” Natasha whimpered in bewilderment. Marry Stefan? She couldn’t imagine marrying Stefan. He was a monster.
“Yes, he only wants to hurt you.” Alexander’s voice dropped, “and that’s why you must go with Boris. You must get out of the country immediately.”
“I want to go with you, please Papa?”
“It’s too dangerous.” Alexander disagreed. “Listen to me baby. We must hurry.”
“Stefan is my nephew. He would never hurt his aunt.” Katya interrupted, her voice rising hysterically. “I’m not going with Boris. He’s going with those Spirit Wrestlers. Why the Czar was just saying how much trouble those people are causing.”
“They are causing trouble? They won’t even fight.” Alexander snarled. “And what use would Stefan have for you? All you’re good for is spendingmoney, Cheri. Will you stop being so selfish? Tashya is only fifteen. She needs you.”
“But the Doukhobor’s are peasants.”
“Enough.” Alexander stood and nodded towards the huge man standing in the doorway. “Take them Boris and guard Tashya with your life.”
“With my life, your grace,” Boris agreed gruffly.
“Papa, don’t leave me.” Natasha’s eyes rounded in terror as she watched her father move swiftly towards her balcony doors.
“I must. The guards are coming up here. I’ll meet you in Canada.” Alexander moved through the French doors into the darkness. “And never forget you are a Princess, my baby.”
About Mary M. Forbes:
Born and bred on  western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan.  Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream. - See more at: http://heartfeltpromos.com/?page_id=2477#sthash.oIfL9hBE.dpuf
Born and bred on  western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan.  Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream.

I have never forgotten my past or my love of anything country regardless of where I roam.  I’ve been busy researching my own family Ancestry and am in the process of releasing  ”Life Changing Days” - a story of memories – growing up on the farm in the middle of nowhere, Saskatchewan.  I now realize the most important things in life and living are family and friends.  With them I am the richest person in the world.
Born and bred on  western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan.  Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream.


I have never forgotten my past or my love of anything country regardless of where I roam.  I’ve been busy researching my own family Ancestry and am in the process of releasing  ”Life Changing Days” - a story of memories – growing up on the farm in the middle of nowhere, Saskatchewan.  I now realize the most important things in life and living are family and friends.  With them I am the richest person in the world.
- See more at: http://heartfeltpromos.com/?page_id=2477#sthash.oIfL9hBE.dpuf

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Author Spotlight: Christmas with the Black Sheep by Natalie-Nicole Bates

http://www.natalienicolebates.com




Blurb:

http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Black-Sheep-Natalie-Nicole-Bates-ebook/dp/B00PSYBJVM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418506371&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+with+the+Black+Sheep
It’s Christmas time, and Eriah Jameson has returned home to restart his family’s business. Due to his wild child past, no one is friendly or welcoming to Barrow Haven’s black sheep.

Aylin Myers lost her job when Eriah’s father took ill. She knows Eriah needs her help getting his business up and running again, but she doesn’t trust him. If he fails, she knows it will dishonor his father’s memory. And Aylin knows that at Christmas, it’s the right thing to help your fellow man—no matter how wretched he might be.

As Aylin gets to know Eriah, she sees a side of him Barrow Haven never saw. That perhaps the black sheep has changed for the better. Still, can she be sure this side of Eriah is real, and not just a facade he’s perfected over time to get his own way?



Excerpt:

Chapter One

It wasn’t as though she had any place better to be during the Christmas holidays.
Aylin Myers enjoyed her quiet existence in her own little world, pouring candles and crafting perfumed oils from the privacy of her own home. But the need for an automobile forced her out into the cold.
Her little business exploded overnight, and she desperately needed a car to make deliveries to bespoke little shops all around, and outside of the city.
     The yearly Barrow Haven Christmas Market attracted thousands of eager, last-minute holiday shoppers over one day. It was the perfect way to make a few quick dollars. Combined with the money she’d saved, buying a used car that would get her from place to place, was now within reach—If her handcrafted candles and perfume were a hit with the shoppers.
     With perfume titles like ‘Funeral Flowers’ and ‘Garden of Graves,’ her dark wares might scare off the happy holiday crowds looking for cheap, handmade, feel-good gifts for their friends, work acquaintances, and of course, their loved ones.
     The December weather was extremely wicked this year. Standing with only the shelter of an open market stall, on an early Saturday morning, caused Aylin to once again in her mind justify being outside in below freezing temperatures.
    
     She’d arrived early, and made the stall as festive as possible, to attract potential buyers. She wound strings of brightly-colored fairy lights around the support poles of the shelter, and hung a pine wreath decorated with antique glass baubles. She bought bunches of fresh mistletoe and holly berries from a vendor, and hung it from the support beams.
     Carefully, she laid out her assortment of candles. Some from Victorian era molds, she procured by scavenging antique stores, flea markets, and garage sales. She took the inspiration for the names for her  gothic scented perfumed oils from her experiences working as a cleaner at a local funeral home, for several years after her sixteenth birthday. Unfortunately, the funeral home went out of business when the owner took ill, and subsequently passed away. It was then she created Aylin’s Dark Desires.
     Behind her, she displayed her treasured antique photograph collection of daguerreotypes, ambrotypes, and cabinet cards. The collection encompassed the time from the Civil War era until early twentieth century. Several of the photos depicted homes and businesses in Barrow Haven. Maybe the Christmas shoppers might appreciate a little hometown nostalgia.
     By ten that morning, the market was alive with holiday shoppers. Christmas carols blared over a loudspeaker, and snowflakes filled the air. To her delight, business was brisk, and by lunchtime, she’d sold half her stock. By two, she was nearly depleted, and ready to call it a day. She began to pack up two broken candles she could melt down to make new ones at a later date.
     “Don’t I know you?”
      Aylin looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar masculine voice.
     The black sheep of Barrow Haven was back in town.


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Author Bio:

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.

Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.

She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.


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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Author Spotlight: Fire and Ice, Season of the Vampire 1 by Maya DeLeina

http://www.mayadeleina.net




Blurb:

http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Ice-Seasons-Vampire-I-ebook/dp/B00NZLOP2U/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1412137835&sr=8-5&keywords=maya+deleina

Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.


A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson 
James peaks her curiosity—his valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.


For three days and nights, passions are unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks, Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that leaves her questioning her sanity.


Fast forward years later and Noel is in the southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever anticipated.


In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s ecstasy resurrects.


And so does the Vampire.


"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”  


-Albert Camus

Excerpt:


“You don’t know me, Noel. I may look like something you’re used to, but on the inside, I-I am not a man—”

She lifted her head and sensually kissed his chin, breaking him in mid-sentence. “I know you can’t offer me anything past this. I get it. But you are a man and I want you.” She tilted her crotch upwards and spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her pussy that was wet and ready. She circled her hips slowly, rubbing her moist and swollen lips against his long, hard shaft.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered with an ache of torment in his voice. He buried his face into her neck. “You just don’t get it.”  He sucked on her flesh right where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh!” Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the sensation he stirred in her body.

Most women say it’s their nipples, but for her, the most sensitive part on her body lie at the crook of her neck. A treasure-trove full of pleasure nerves, her neck proved her undoing. If a man kissed her at the right spot, with the correct amount of pressure, she could be sent over the edge. And with his performance, Grayson delivered her right to the gates of heaven.

“I can come with you just worshiping my neck,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

He continued devouring her flesh. He caught her muscle in his teeth and bit down.

“Jesus!” she yelped in surprise.

A burst of iciness shot through her muscles. The burn traveled all through her shoulders, down to her fingers. Another trail went into action, extending up past her neck and wrapping around her skull like a glove.

No pain existed.

A new sensation emerged.

The cold turned to heat, soothing her down to her bones. All the tension she held in her neck and shoulders since the accident faded.

And then that unmistakable feeling rolled in.

“I’m gonna come!”

She hadn’t a clue what he was doing or why he obsessed with kissing her neck.

She simply said a silent thank you for whatever magic spell he performed on her.  

He remained planted at her neck while his hand positioned his cock at her opening. She continued riding the waves of pleasure when he entered her. He released her neck and focused his eyes on her body. Hunger burned in his stare.

“Take me,” she begged.

He huffed and wrapped his hands around her waist. He kneeled back and tilted her pelvis up as he thrust into her.

She gasped at the angle of his entry.

He speared her with his luscious cock over and over again, slow in his rhythm, but steady and deep in his penetration. He fit snuggly inside of her, stretching her just to a point that transformed the woman inside of her to an animal. “Yes, do everything to me. I’m all yours.”

Buy Links:


Amazon - http://ow.ly/ChF7d
Barnes and Noble- http://ow.ly/ChG0r
iTunes- http://ow.ly/ChFdh
Smashwords- http://ow.ly/ChFo6

About Maya DeLeina:


Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author  with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing.  Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.
Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".


Visit Maya DeLeina Online:


Website- http://www.mayadeleina.net/
YouTube Channel- https://www.youtube.com/user/mayadeleina
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vampauthormaya
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/maya.deleina
Fan Page Facebook-https://www.facebook.com/EroticVampireAuthor
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Monday, November 17, 2014

Author Spotlight with Tara Fox Hall!

http://www.tarafoxhall.com

Tara Fox Hall’s writing career began in the pages of a small print magazine, Catnip Blossoms!, that a friend, Harald Moore, put out to promote his catnip farm in Johnsonville, New York. One short non-fiction article followed another, detailing her adventures saving wildlife, her experiences living on an acreage, and more than a few humorous recountings detailing the antics of her wacky pets. Written to delight, fascinate, and move readers, her simple but enchanting stories of country life quickly found a following. Tara kept publishing stories for the next five years, even as the name of the magazine changed to Meanwhile, and then to On The River, when the catnip farm went out of business, and Harald moved with his family to a new home near a river. These previously published stories are collected here for the first time with new added content, in the hopes of bringing a little more hope and inspiration into everyday life.

Excerpt:
SET ME FREE

http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Breaths-Tales-Hope-Inspiration-ebook/dp/B00N8B1C50/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1415494083&sr=8-1&keywords=Deep+Breaths+Tara+Fox+Hall
My tiger cat, Kesteral, used to be an indoor cat when we lived in the busy city of Binghamton not that long ago. Since we moved to the country, my once shy and nervous cat has become an avid hunter. It was not very long until he began demanding to go out at night.
At first I tried to enforce a 10pm curfew, which I staunchly believed that all good little cats should be able to follow. After a few nights, “Kester” decided that 6am was too late in the morning to be out looking for “early” mice. 3am was much better. I tried yelling at the yowling monster outside my bedroom door, but as soon as I would begin to drift off to sleep, Kester would take up right where he left off. I next tried threats of punishment. He retaliated by clawing through the carpet at the basement stairs in an effort to get into the basement (a certified mouse haven).
I stuck to my guns, believing when there was no further carpet shredding that the problem was solved. I had cured him of his insanity! Then lo and behold, Kester greeted me one morning when I opened my front door. He had chewed through the plastic expandable partitions at the side of the air conditioner and slipped out! I taped up the ragged hole. Not to be thwarted, my sweet little monster chewed through the tape.
 I thought Hey, who is smarter here?and blocked off the sides of the air conditioner with pillows held in place by a table. Kester proved he was smarter by squeezing his way through. In a master ploy, I removed the air conditioner all together (it was late August—fall was practically here. A few days of sweating profusely was worth teaching dear Kester who was master). Ha! I thought triumphantly. He’s not getting out now!

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Bio:

Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Author Spotlight with Aubrey Wynne

http://www.aubreywynneauthor.wordpress.com


Blurb:

Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.


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Excerpt:

“The museum will be closing in five minutes. Please make your way to the nearest exit.”

Henry tore his gaze from the painting, and looked around at the weekend crowd hurrying by. No one noticed him. He always blended into the background. Henry the Trifling—that would have been the title of his self-portrait. A soft sigh escaped as he pulled his gray coat over the frayed cuffs of a cotton shirt. There were extraordinary people and there were ordinary people. Henry considered himself less than ordinary. He was insignificant.

“You’ll never amount to nothin’. Just like your worthless father.”

He shrugged off the memory of his mother’s nagging image and looked toward the last group of art enthusiasts headed in his direction.

This was his favorite part of the day. In a crush of people, everyone was equal. No one stood out in the sea of indistinguishable faces. There was no pressure to make witty or charming conversation. Henry liked people but had never been good at interaction. The anonymity of a crowd gave the illusion of belonging. For a man as painfully shy as Henry, it was the only way to mingle in a city like Chicago.

Casting a last wistful look at the lady in the painting, Henry took a deep breath and eased into the middle of the exiting crowd.

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Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding and all things Christmas. She is a proud member of the Coffee Talk Writers. Her debut story, Merry Christmas, Henry, was published in November 2013 by Melange Books, LLC and won E&P Reader’s Choice Best Short Romance 2013.
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