Sunday, December 14, 2014

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

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?


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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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


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


“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.”

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Author Spotlight with Tara Fox Hall!

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.

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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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


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.

“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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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Spotlight on Dilys J. Carnie


My home is on the beautiful island of Anglesey on the west coast of North Wales with my family. I am extremely close to all my family members and enjoy spending time with them. I am the proud mother of two grown up *children* My daughter Emma is a primary school teacher and my son Christopher is part of the family business. Anglesey has been my home since the age of eleven after moving here with my mum and dad and three sisters from Scotland.


A lone woman…a mysterious stranger…and a secret. 

When Daisy Wallace meets Micah, a man of mystery, she is bowled over by an instant attraction. A passionate encounter follows, but he's holding back and Daisy doesn't understand why. 

Micah King has been retained by a client to locate the triplet daughters that she gave up for adoption, and he's pretty sure Daisy is the youngest of the girls. He wants to tell Daisy the truth, but before he can he needs to verify that she is indeed the woman he's looking for. He never meant to get involved with her, but she's just so tempting. 

When Daisy finds out the truth will she be able to forgive Micah's lie by omission? After all, he's deceived her from the first moment she laid eyes on him, and she's had her fill of deceitful men. And can she forgive the woman who gave her up thirty years ago? 


She frowned as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the coffee canister. She still wasn’t sure what the heck he was doing on Ocracoke. His evasive attitude was a little disturbing.
Daisy turned around and smiled. “Hiya, Amy.”
The radio was playing some pop music that made Daisy feel old but Amy seemed to love it as she danced up and down in her high chair.
“You like the music, honey?”
“Hiya, hiya.”
“Hiya, Amy.” She laughed as she turned to make a pot of coffee.
Katie would be delighted to know her daughter was saying a word that was actually intelligible.
“Good morning.”
She turned to face Micah and almost knocked the piece of toast she was spreading with strawberry jelly for Amy onto the floor.
“Morning.” She cleared her throat of the croakiness that had suddenly appeared. “Breakfast will be about fifteen minutes. If you want to go and sit in the dining room, I’ll bring you some coffee.”
Physically, he was everything she thought a man should be. He was gorgeous. There wasn’t a flaw to be seen. She even liked the way his dark hair was graying at the temples.
“No need, I can pour my own coffee.” And he walked toward her, stopped in front of her, and reached above her for a cup. She picked up the scent of soap and pine needles, and inhaled deeply before he moved away to pour from the jug.
“Hello, munchkin.” He tickled Amy under the chin and sat down beside her, despite her sticky fingers and the flying pieces of toast that didn’t seem to bother him.
“Hiya, hiya.” She giggled, slapping down on the remainder of her breakfast, tipping it straight on to the floor with a splat. 

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Saturday, June 7, 2014

Author in the Spotlight: Tara Fox Hall


I'm an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. I have a bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. My writing credits include nonfiction, horror, suspense, erotica, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. I am the author of the paranormal action-adventure fantasy Lash series and the vampire romantic suspense Promise Me series. I also coauthored (with Eric Dietrich) the nonfiction book Forbidden Conversations I divide my free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

Blurb:  In a desperate effort to halt her transformation to vampire, and stop her longing for the sultry Devlin, Sarelle willingly takes a drug to kill her desire, even as Danial prepares for the introduction of their son Theoron at a Vampire Gathering on New Year’s Eve. Faced with Theo’s betrayal at the eleventh hour, Sarelle must either trust in Danial to save her, or join forces with Devlin, revealing her secret desire for him.

“What can you prescribe to help both Sar and I fight our urges?” Danial asked.

Stephen turned to Danial. “I checked into several options. As you know there are a few drugs on the market that combat turning—”

“Most just give the blood a foul taste while increasing the body’s ability to manufacture new blood,” Danial said with a grimace. “Those are similar to the blood replenishing packets Sar used before. Mostly hunters use them as a last desperate effort.”

“I didn’t mean those,” Stephen quickly assured him. “I meant something to combat the desire to be bitten. This would work psychotropically, not just physically.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “What will it do? And why didn’t you mention this before, back when The Lust first presented itself?”

“We couldn’t use it before because you were pregnant. The drug will take away your desire to be with a vampire and let you control yourself until the virus leaves your system. But,” he added, “It’s a trade off. You’ll feel differently while on it, and it may affect your personality.”

“What do you mean?” Theo and Danial said together.

“Sar will lose her desire,” Stephen said simply. “Medically, you can’t suppress one biological urge, and not suppress another of the same kind. She’ll act a lot less driven and passionate about all of her needs and desires.”

His explanation scared and repelled me. I’d never wanted to be anyone other than who I was. “Isn’t there anything else less severe?”

“Not really,” Stephen replied. “Humans who are turning can be very unpredictable, going to enormous lengths to complete the process. They can become violent, or sometimes even harm themselves in an effort to attract a vampire to finish the job.” “What other options are there?” Danial asked. “There isn’t much else. You can either turn her, or Sar goes into solitary confinement for the next two months. Any vampire will be attracted to her in this state, and she will be attracted to them. It won’t take long for one to take advantage.”

One already had. “Do it,” I said softly. “I can’t live like I’ve been living.” Stephen nodded, and left the room. “Sarelle, are you sure?” Danial said, concerned. “This is what you want?” I didn’t want to be on drugs. What I wanted was to have Theo and Danial both, and maybe Devlin, too. Alas, life regrettably wasn’t fantasy. “It’s the only line of attack left.”

“Say this does work for her,” Danial said slowly to Stephen. “What do you have that will work on me? I can’t risk taking anything that might compromise my reasoning or reaction time—”

“You should be fine without drugs,” Stephen replied. “The one Sar is being prescribed will alter her behavior enough so she won’t provoke any encounters. From what you’ve told me, your actions with her weren’t outside a normal vampire’s desire for sex and blood. You never sought her out for either from sheer physical need or desire, something I’m surprised at. But you also showed remarkable restraint under The Lust, so it may be either a testament to your strength of will, or that you’re so new at making vampires.”

“You’re sure?” Theo stated. “I don’t want to risk him being around her if you aren’t.”

“We’re going to find out. Dose me,” I said bitterly. “I have to do something, and this is the only option I can live with.”

“I understand why you feel that way, Sar,” Danial said. “But I’m hesitant to—”

“It’s her body,” Theo growled. “So it’s her decision, not yours.”
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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Would You Pay for Book Reviews?

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I had an interesting conversation a couple of weeks ago with a friend about whether or not you should consider paying for book reviews. She wanted to, she's an indie author trying to make book sales, but is having a hard time getting reviews because so many of the review places are glutted. There are a number of companies out there now that are charging authors in exchange for a review. Authors can pay for a review for as little as $5 per review and as much as nearly $500 for a review. Honestly, I was stunned because more and more of these types of services are being offered now  and I had to ask myself, "Would I pay for a book review?" Honestly, I would never pay for a book review. I have several issues with this and while I know it can be more difficult to get reviews right now since there are so many new authors, I still would be more likely to hit up book bloggers, and free review websites than I would to pay for a review.

My biggest concern is that I don't feel like a pay for book reviews place would give me an honest review. Personally, I'd rather have an honest review even if the review wasn't saying my book was fantastic. Another issue is when you pay for a review you can never be certain that the reviewer actually read the entire book, after all the more books they read and review the more they'll be paid.While most of these companies claim to give an honest review, if their reviewers started writing reviews such that they didn't like certain books, it would be bad for the pay for review company's business. So you most likely would always get a good review. While this might seem cool to some authors, personally I'm of the mind that if a book has nothing but 5 star reviews then there's something wrong. This isn't to suggest that there aren't books out that are just that darned good, because there are, but rather that even those kinds of books have detractors. There is always going to be someone who doesn't like your book, always. And in most cases there will always be someone who is not afraid to write a review that is less than stellar. So the point I'm making is that books that only have 5 star reviews? I tend to think at least some of those reviews has been paid for. As an author I do not want other readers or even other authors thinking that so I'll take my free honest reviews any day over a paid for review.

Don't believe me or don't think there's anything wrong with paid for reviews? Check out this article, it might change your mind!

This is just my opinion of course but feel free to chime in if you have a different thought or even if you agree. I'd b interested in hearing what other authors and readers think about this!

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Book Trailer Spotlight on Maya DeLeina!

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Maya DeLeina was born and raised on the beautiful and romantic beaches of Oahu, Hawaii. Relocating to Colorado, Maya’s crystal blue oceans and powdery white sands were traded for enchanting forests, mystic mountains and golden plains of promise.
 Living just on the outskirts of Manitou Springs, the town’s history of spiritual healing, eclectic flare, fabled underground tunnels and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft rekindled Maya’s love for the paranormal, metaphysical and most of all, vampires.
 One bite and she was hooked.
 With a hint of incense lofting in the air and the majestic Pikes Peak sitting in picture perfect view from her windows, Maya can be found relaxing in the recesses of her comfy couch, sinking her teeth into crafting and weaving seducing and erotic tales of vampires that may or may not roam her beloved town.
 One read and you’ll be hooked!
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During a blizzard, Noel finds refuge with Grayson at his cabin. As temptation builds her self-control begins to unravel. Grayson unleashes her passion, but one question plagues her. Why there are no mirrors in Grayson’s cabin?


The snow had intensified in a matter of minutes. The further she traveled, more and more accumulation piled along the road. She eased her foot slightly from the gas pedal and engaged the snow button on the control panel of the SUV.

The vehicle responded immediately, feeling sluggish under her control but grabbing the ground more to her liking.
She fumbled with wiper controls, searching for the perfect intervals. Back and forth the wipers crossed the windshield at varying speeds until she settled on particular setting. With one clean swipe, the fury of the snow unleashed. Relentless and powerful, it consumed the visibility and left her in a state of fright.


Her eyes scanned the landscape.

To her right stood the carved mountain terrain covered in white. To her left, a sheer drop off into the canyon below. An unconvincing guardrail stood, covered in snow and ice, lining the edge of the road. From the corner of her eye, a portion of the bright blue scenic point road sign peeked through the thickness of the snow buildup.

The scenic point meant she was at the top of the pass.

“Here  we  go.”  She  took a deep breath in and slowly released it. The steep downhill journey would lead her straight to her cottage in the woods.

All  in  all,  she’d  wished  for  a  white  Christmas.  The  sparkling  snow  on  the pine  trees,  the  endless rolling hills against the backdrop  of  the  majestic  mountain  range  was  what  she’d  pictured for her winter getaway.

But that was from the comforts of her stone cottage.

Driving in it was an entirely different story.

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“I’ve always wondered about the afterlife. Now I know.”

Isla Joseph
Dark Companion
The Vampire Architects Series

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