tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670203472681635352024-03-13T06:34:04.288+00:00NEPHY'S WORLDNephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.comBlogger833125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-23605774389820000322020-11-08T18:54:00.001+00:002020-11-08T18:54:45.436+00:00New Release. Sweet Child of Mine by V J Allison<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Hi everyone! V.J. Allison here!
I’m so excited to be sharing the cover for my upcoming Stocking Stuffer, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sweet Child of Mine</i>. The stars of my
debut novel <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Stricken</i> are back, and
they’re about to meet someone special! <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Ewan and Marti are hoping to have a quiet Christmas. Unfortunately, the
universe has other plans</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">…</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Behind Script"; font-size: 52.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Sweet Child of Mine<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: abigail; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">A Feathered Tartan Short Story<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: abigail; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">By V.J. Allison<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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<span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype",serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokUj59ops1K661rEBIwN3AeZ02pTHgnyh3zssTXhSxLKgn-dhjiyf75bRezMNgvPKmpVGT66roPoNAybgcNo85QWXiLHXMwYNknmtQz7bwikBwD8bDQdM3YUu52I27CXPthGUU7lqSr0Q/s648/123622393_2783750108569964_6099994922368072626_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjokUj59ops1K661rEBIwN3AeZ02pTHgnyh3zssTXhSxLKgn-dhjiyf75bRezMNgvPKmpVGT66roPoNAybgcNo85QWXiLHXMwYNknmtQz7bwikBwD8bDQdM3YUu52I27CXPthGUU7lqSr0Q/s320/123622393_2783750108569964_6099994922368072626_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: abigail; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Cover
Artist: Angela Waters.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Old Standard TT"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">In the city
on the harbour, miracles happen.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It’s Christmas Eve.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Ewan and Marti Campbell are hoping to
have a quiet holiday season, their first as a married couple, and the last one
before their new baby arrives.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">A crisis at the real estate agency
tosses a huge wrench into their plans, as does the sudden onset of Marti’s
labour. </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As Ewan
fights to get home before his child appears, more crises are flung at him. If
he is to make it on time to help his wife bring their baby into the world,
he’ll need a miracle…<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Abhaya Libre"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A big one.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Old Standard TT"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: abigail;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Isn’t it gorgeous?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am so in love with it! Angie did a
wonderful job with the Stocking Stuffer covers this year. I am so pleased and
lucky to be a part of that collection. I’m hoping to do another one in the
future, maybe next year</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">…</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"> IF I am not up to the eyeballs in finishing the rest
of the Feathered Tartan Series or the Tri-Town one. (Knowing my wonky luck, I
won’t have the time!)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">I hope you love the cover as much
as I do. It hit the inbox at a time when I needed a smile instead of a head
desk</span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Thanks for having
me. Have a sneak peek on me! </span><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #385623; font-family: "Cinzel Decorative Black"; font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: abigail; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;">Excerpt:<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Old Standard TT"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: abigail;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Chapter One<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hutchinson-Campbell Real Estate, Halifax, Nova Scotia<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">December 24<sup>th</sup><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ewan Campbell
shoved his frameless glasses higher on his nose with his left hand and clicked
on the file on his work computer with the mouse under his right hand. The gold
of his identification bracelet, a gift from his parents upon his high school
graduation, quietly gleamed in the overhead lights, and its links gently
clattered as he shifted his hands to the keyboard in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">His dark brown eyes narrowed in concentration as he studied the file
contents. Their entire fiscal year was there, minus the last month. How did the
statistics for December suddenly disappear from the entire network? He had
saved the files himself only yesterday, before starting his vacation. It was
going to be three weeks of enjoying private time with his wife of eight months,
Marti, and their first Christmas as a married couple. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was also their last Christmas before they became parents. Their first
child was due around the New Year, and although Ewan was eagerly anticipating
their son’s arrival, he was looking forward to some quiet time with Marti.
Their lives had been so crazy lately, between his trying to wrap things up at
the agency for a while, and Marti preparing to give birth. The arrival of his
parents, as well as his cousins Dana and Joshua, with Joshua’s wife Sybil,
hadn’t put any dents in his plans. His family was staying at the Atlantica
Hotel on Quinpool Road, not far from his office, and were only at the condo
during the daytime. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">An image of his wife rose in his mind. Even though she was tired from
carrying an extra fifteen pounds, she was still beautiful. Her big hazel eyes
always had a spark of wisdom and humour, and her reddish-brown hair had become
thicker and wavier in the last few months. Her extended tummy and engorged
breasts enticed and aroused him. He loved feeling the baby kicking and rolling
around. It had become part of their nightly ritual. After eight years apart,
knowing they were finally married was still a shock to him. He had been without
her for so long, and they were now expecting their first child. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">He grinned as he pictured the look on Marti’s face when she told him
about the baby.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Aren’t you going to say anything,
Daddy?”</span></i><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> There was a
hint of snark and so much joy in her voice. Her eyes had sparkled in the dim
light from the back door of his parents’ house and there had been an almost
secret knowledge behind her touch. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.4pt;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Damn, he was missing her a lot that morning, especially since she was
entertaining his family while he was called in to work on a crisis.
Unfortunately, Marti’s cousins, Miranda and Ralph, who had started the company,
were not answering their phones. It was Miranda’s duty to find that damn file,
not his. He was supposed to be off work. She wasn’t. She owed him big time for
this one.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype", serif; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: Adamina; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Behind Script"; font-size: 48.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">About the Author<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Cormorant Garamond Medium"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">V.J.
Allison was born and raised in southern Nova Scotia, Canada, and her work
reflects her strong Maritime roots. She is a stay-at-home mother to a son on
the autism spectrum, married to the love of her life, and “mama” to a rescued
Maine Coon cat named Marnie. She has been writing various stories of novel
length and short stories since her school days, and sees writing as a vital
component to her life.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Cormorant Garamond Medium"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When
she isn’t writing, she loves to read romance and science fiction novels
(notably Star Wars); listen to music (heavy metal, rock, alternative); watch
various crime and forensic dramas; watch science fiction television shows and
movies; and spend time with her large family and many friends. This
self-proclaimed geeky rocker chick is a warrior and advocate for various chronic
illnesses including Occipital Neuralgia, Trigeminal Neuralgia, Diabetes,
Migraines, and Glossopharyngeal Neuralgia. She is also an advocate for the
prevention of animal cruelty and is a voice for Autism Awareness.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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In Wales, we tend to not really care how we spell it because we're too busy trying to make sure they don't upset the cats.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Samhain (Halloween) has always been a special festival for me. At a time when the veil between the worlds is thin and can be crossed by those who know the paths (and those who stumble onto them), the faeries are out in force, causing all kinds of mischief.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Many Welsh myths and legends are bound up with mysteries involving the fae folk, who get involved in all kinds of shenanigans, sometimes to help, sometimes to hinder, and sometimes with murderous intent. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">No Celt with knowledge or affinity with the old ways, the old stories or the little customs that linger, would tell you that fairy tales are <i>nice. </i>There may be dainty fairies with gossamer wings, tiny. chubby babies sleeping in flowers, or magical animals by the dozen but they're all waiting to curdle your milk, lure you off the path to your doom, or tangle your horse's mane in the night. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Fairy Tales are dark and twisted things, like the people who inhabit them. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't get me wrong, I love Fairy Tales and I love faeries. They might not be pixie dust and daydreams, but you can always trust a faery to tell a cracking good tale - mostly lies, or at least almost incomprehensible truths.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Like our Celtic faeries, those who inhabit the pages of <i>Willow's Way</i> are generally not of the <i>sleeping-in-a-pansy</i> variety, although there are plenty of those around. Willow and his peers can be surprisingly boring and frustrating. Sometimes Tay feels it's all too much, that he simply can't bear the constant danger, the wholly unfamiliar world he finds himself and the heartwrenching pain of having been torn from the only family he knows, never to see them again. And then, sometimes he's just plain bored.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Slowly, Willow becomes more of a friend and less of a pain in the butt, while Cale becomes less of a friend and more of a monster. It's a bit much for a somewhat sheltered boy from the Valleys, but he has no choice but to press on and ride the tale to its end, no matter where that might be.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Willow's Way</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dark Fairy Tales Book 1</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wvwXlGIgxBatf86hV1ZT2p6rVPJ1_t4JqlZ6oBZMm0-TjMl7EDfU7OLVmZndxg-fe085kDXRC0A94ZcDUkmM_nTyO9QKTnL5ikpnPc-_TaJwnjoDq8BuofgMDFShGZTYviXSYz47jL1v/s900/thumbnail_WILLOWSWAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wvwXlGIgxBatf86hV1ZT2p6rVPJ1_t4JqlZ6oBZMm0-TjMl7EDfU7OLVmZndxg-fe085kDXRC0A94ZcDUkmM_nTyO9QKTnL5ikpnPc-_TaJwnjoDq8BuofgMDFShGZTYviXSYz47jL1v/s320/thumbnail_WILLOWSWAY.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sales Link</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.devinedestinies.com/978-1-4874-2610-1-willows-way/"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devine Destinies</span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Blurb</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cale always told Tay that fairy tales were dark. But they always have happy endings, right?</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Taylor Preston is a normal sixteen-year-old whose biggest worries are his GCSE exams. He’s right in the middle of them, but he has a summer of fun with his parents to look forward to after. Or not.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite their promise to spend the summer focusing on their one and only son, Tay’s parents, Local Authority specialist foster carers, take on one more special case.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Willow’s arrival throws more than Tay’s summer into chaos. Suddenly, his best friend is possessed by a demon, his parents aren’t his parents after all, and he’s literally living a nightmare in a fairy tale world that as dark as anything Cale ever warned him about. All he has is Willow and a burning desire to save his friend before he succumbs to the demon and Willow kills him.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Excerpt</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">It was dark when they left the club. Most of the younger kids had already left, and the rest of them tumbled out into the cold, clear night. After a rowdy round of goodbyes, the four friends headed for home. Willow looked shell-shocked. Ally was still chatting away, and Tay had an idea it wasn’t helping.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Almost as soon as he stepped onto the pavement, Tay got the feeling they were being watched. He tried to look around surreptitiously, not to worry anyone else, but he couldn’t see anything.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Do you feel it too?” Cale asked quietly, not for Ally to hear.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Yeah. What’s going on?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“I can’t see anything. I don’t think anyone’s following us, but I’m totally creeped out.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Me too.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> “I think Willow’s feeling it too,” Cale said, nodding his head. Willow’s eyes were everywhere, his back tense as a bowstring.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“What can we do?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Just have to keep alert.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">They were walking past the park when Willow stopped dead and turned his head from side to side, his eyes scanning the area.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Tay glanced towards the park, and for a moment, he panicked when he saw what looked like oily black smoke rolling over the ground, reaching for them with its tendril fingers. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, there was nothing but mist.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“I’m freaking out here. Let’s get the hell out of here.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Don’t need to tell me twice. Come on Willow, get a move on.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Willow looked around once more, then nodded and started walking again. Tay saw the terrifying crawling darkness in every shadow. Black fingers reached for him from every alley, every opening. Without realizing, he walked closer to Cale.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Do you want me to put my arm around you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“What?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“If you get any closer, you’ll be crawling up me. Do you want my big strong protective arm around you?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“You wish.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“What’s freaking you out so much?”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Nothing.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Liar.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Nothing, honest.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Whatever.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">At the corner of Tay’s street, the friends parted. None of them were hopeful they’d be able to meet up the next day. Indeed, Ally argued against it as vehemently as Lily had.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“See you Monday then,” Cale said. “Take care.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“You too.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Cale nodded. “Watch your back.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“Just go home.”</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Cale grinned and followed Ally, leaving Tay and Willow to trudge down the street.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">* * * *</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When Cale had walked Ally home, he headed back through the park. A cold wind bit into him and he shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around him. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye—something black. Freezing, he spun toward the movement. There was nothing there. Moments later, a squirrel ran up the trunk of a tree, scaring him half to death.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">“You’re losing it, Bishop,” he muttered to himself, then turned back to the path. He froze again and tilted his head back, running his eyes up the column of black smoke. Somewhere near the top were two glowing red lights. They looked suspiciously like eyes. “Oh shit.”</span></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Giveaway</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This giveaway will be open until the end of the book tour (30th November) It's quite separate from other giveaways associated with the blog tour.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All you have to do is leave a comment. It would be lovely if you told me something about fairies, spooks or anything Halloweeny, but <i>Hey I'm here, I see you</i> is good enough. It would also be great if you would take the time to sign up for my newsletter while you're here. I have to hold up my hands and confess that I've been bad at sending out my newsletter this year, but it's been a tough one in many ways and I'm hopeful I'll back on track soon. I will definitely be getting out a Christmas newsletter, with news, gossip and possibly a holiday story.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And what will be the prize, you ask? I thought about a copy of <i>Willow's Way</i> but that would be counterproductive because no one would buy it until the end of the month, so I'm offering a spooky, sexy alternative.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Things That Go Hump In The Night (I know, it's corny but I love it)</i> is an anthology of five sizzling hot paranormal stories about vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels and demons...and a very sexy cursed Fey. It is written under the name of Nephylim, which is my grown-up alter ego so you know it's going to be spicy and hot.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTXz9fBkzuonn6iYOnNnSnRYucb3K1ZssQ7RYI3CwVhmoSRRQJ0c_glSBXOKl5vn8RYvIBF2_JRtbs2NKdPbXMMOGjOetfWVtg3NQ5HyEaZQDFu2ZS8BqNIuvBqqfVAH3T9YS5Avngd_x/s240/9781781662168+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTXz9fBkzuonn6iYOnNnSnRYucb3K1ZssQ7RYI3CwVhmoSRRQJ0c_glSBXOKl5vn8RYvIBF2_JRtbs2NKdPbXMMOGjOetfWVtg3NQ5HyEaZQDFu2ZS8BqNIuvBqqfVAH3T9YS5Avngd_x/s0/9781781662168+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hump-Night-Gay-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007Y7IC9S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336126590&sr=1-1">https://www.amazon.co.uk/Hump-Night-Gay-Erotica-ebook/dp/B007Y7IC9S/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336126590&sr=1-1</a><br /></div>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-83029382328533558922020-10-29T12:06:00.005+00:002020-10-29T12:06:55.153+00:00Tomorrow is THE DAY<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbuckQTYBrbWZlGQm1QyjoZgvixa_tXx1jqJRt-hDzmeHG24Rkc29x2hnS-WMBDJsybPK5kEK7Y8z5z7K8fNUdf8SbJ-cqCDkywHOxNEk3KSzJIIha6gxSIri4zs-51pcmrDi_345MrMm/s1050/willows+way+teaser+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPbuckQTYBrbWZlGQm1QyjoZgvixa_tXx1jqJRt-hDzmeHG24Rkc29x2hnS-WMBDJsybPK5kEK7Y8z5z7K8fNUdf8SbJ-cqCDkywHOxNEk3KSzJIIha6gxSIri4zs-51pcmrDi_345MrMm/s320/willows+way+teaser+3.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Tomorrow is the day when the first book of my Young Adult fantasy series <i>Dak Fairy Tales</i> is released.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Willow's Way</i> is the story of Tay, his best friend Cale and Willow, a faerie sworn to protect Tay as they trave the world of Faerie trying to find a way to save Cale from the demon possessing him before it takes him over and Willow has to kill him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wvwXlGIgxBatf86hV1ZT2p6rVPJ1_t4JqlZ6oBZMm0-TjMl7EDfU7OLVmZndxg-fe085kDXRC0A94ZcDUkmM_nTyO9QKTnL5ikpnPc-_TaJwnjoDq8BuofgMDFShGZTYviXSYz47jL1v/s900/thumbnail_WILLOWSWAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wvwXlGIgxBatf86hV1ZT2p6rVPJ1_t4JqlZ6oBZMm0-TjMl7EDfU7OLVmZndxg-fe085kDXRC0A94ZcDUkmM_nTyO9QKTnL5ikpnPc-_TaJwnjoDq8BuofgMDFShGZTYviXSYz47jL1v/s320/thumbnail_WILLOWSWAY.jpg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sales Link</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="Cale always told Tay that fairy tales were dark. But they always have happy endings, right? Taylor Preston is a normal sixteen-year-old whose biggest worries are his GCSE exams. He’s right in the middle of them, but he has a summer of fun with his parents to look forward to after. Or not. Despite their promise to spend the summer focusing on their one and only son, Tay’s parents, Local Authority specialist foster carers, take on one more special case. Willow’s arrival throws more than Tay’s summer into chaos. Suddenly, his best friend is possessed by a demon, his parents aren’t his parents after all, and he’s literally living a nightmare in a fairy tale world that as dark as anything Cale ever warned him about. All he has is Willow and a burning desire to save his friend before he succumbs to the demon and Willow kills him." target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Devine Destinies</span></a></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Blurb</i></b></span></h1><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Cale always told Tay that fairy tales were dark. But they always have happy endings, right?</span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Taylor Preston is a normal sixteen-year-old whose biggest worries are his GCSE exams. He’s right in the middle of them, but he has a summer of fun with his parents to look forward to after. Or not.</span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Despite their promise to spend the summer focusing on their one and only son, Tay’s parents, Local Authority specialist foster carers, take on one more special case.</span></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: medium;">Willow’s arrival throws more than Tay’s summer into chaos. Suddenly, his best friend is possessed by a demon, his parents aren’t his parents after all, and he’s literally living a nightmare in a fairy tale world that as dark as anything Cale ever warned him about. All he has is Willow and a burning desire to save his friend before he succumbs to the demon and Willow kills him.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhf4UjCYO6MzEZJuL0qBiTaGZEsLj0XUsbxrvwPG6sCcVtybiRDLhVZekOwI9ktE3kGZQlTS7qydIvIFKgYBZ3eiqNuIIN2U7C33I-ZgT35782jsQSfu7y_vWwKFK9wY_u0yfU5XjNF8H4/s1050/willows+way+teaser+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhf4UjCYO6MzEZJuL0qBiTaGZEsLj0XUsbxrvwPG6sCcVtybiRDLhVZekOwI9ktE3kGZQlTS7qydIvIFKgYBZ3eiqNuIIN2U7C33I-ZgT35782jsQSfu7y_vWwKFK9wY_u0yfU5XjNF8H4/s320/willows+way+teaser+2.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Blog Tour</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">A big thank you to <i>Silver Dagger Book Tours</i> for organising an amazing tour for me. 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Right in the middle of his GCSE examinations, he's looking forward to a summer of friends and family, Then, his parents take in a new foster son and his world goes to hell.</p><p>Willow doesn't speak and is downright weird. Tay has no idea just how weird until, one day, he speaks and Tay's world crumbles. </p><p>Lost in a new world, where the one he thought he knew is turned on its head, Tay must fight to save his best friend, Cale, who is possessed by a demon and a target for everyone with a knife or a sword in their hands. Even Willow who is supposed to be Tay's protector would kill Cale if he had the chance. Tay will not allow it and stubbornly holds out hope, against all the odds, that the mysterious Enchantress will have a way to save Cale before his time runs out and the demon takes him over entirely.</p><p>From the heart of the Welsh Valleys to The Kingdom in the heart of Faerie, Tay comes to face with the strangest things, some of which are scary, some delightful, and some that might well kill him before he even has a chance to meet his real mother. </p><p>With Willow at his side, he must brave the worst that Faerie has to throw at him and take a journey that no Welsh schoolboy has ever dreamed of. Tay's lost, and his only chance is to follow Willow's Way.</p><p>In this first book of the series, LGBT themes are discussed in a general way. In later books, this will be taken further and gay relationships will develop. However, as a Young Adult book, all physical contact will be appropriate according to Tay's age.</p><p>Keep watching for more information and a spooky gievaway on Friday.</p>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-68664308070257970442020-10-10T07:28:00.002+01:002020-10-10T07:28:29.617+01:00NEW RELEASE - Shifting Chaos by Elizabeth Noble<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKklFORiFKFTN8qoyEFG-8koJT0dbYR6LzM07SSRR6AyQMsX8iWdIIsM_WKQQpWitzv7tq3IW3jrJ2elz5lOmFFkdEsY40ocQFVbxKHKVISsSYlbtDPYi9tgx0VNgFZ6PWSZkZfGorhmBk/s2048/SC+final.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1356" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKklFORiFKFTN8qoyEFG-8koJT0dbYR6LzM07SSRR6AyQMsX8iWdIIsM_WKQQpWitzv7tq3IW3jrJ2elz5lOmFFkdEsY40ocQFVbxKHKVISsSYlbtDPYi9tgx0VNgFZ6PWSZkZfGorhmBk/s320/SC+final.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Blurb:</span> </span></p><p><span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;">Now in Kindle Unlimited</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">We aren't a we without all of us.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Chaos reigns in The Sleepless City and it’s really beginning to piss Detective Jonas Forge off.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">He’s separated from his soulmate, Blair Turner. A separation he fears might be permanent. Nothing is going right. It’s as if the universe is conspiring against him. A long closed off door buried deep within his psyche cracks open when a turn of events flips his world upside down. There’s a monster behind that door and he’s not sure where the monster leaves off and he begins.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hallucinations grip the town and demons lurk around every corner, causing havoc and threatening to tear the family in Boggs’s Castle to shreds. The only way forward is to bare all to each other. While Forge and Declan confront horrors from their shared past, they all learn a terrible truth about vampires—one not even imagined in their worst nightmare.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Can they control a monster to defeat a demon?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">If you like imperfect heroes with tarnished pasts who don’t know how to quit, then you’ll love Shifting Chaos by Elizabeth Noble, the action-packed, emotional conclusion to The Sleepless City.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Author's note: This book was originally published in 2015. It has been rewritten with new chapters and scenes and re-edited. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5RNJJYSnFvRDF-ajZldh_vV5fD-vaw9QUtSHiBjztFsoPuOC2cfmxvfqylNAlK4AkHVT3joEaGMNbjZkO2DJxjSwDCKRKQR4EynVEy-yt5MugqNcWvUDj0N5siQ9ycaeItXZTQR0pCVa/s468/ShiftingChaos_headerbanner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="60" data-original-width="468" height="51" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5RNJJYSnFvRDF-ajZldh_vV5fD-vaw9QUtSHiBjztFsoPuOC2cfmxvfqylNAlK4AkHVT3joEaGMNbjZkO2DJxjSwDCKRKQR4EynVEy-yt5MugqNcWvUDj0N5siQ9ycaeItXZTQR0pCVa/w400-h51/ShiftingChaos_headerbanner.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h1><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">Author Bio</span></h1><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mystery, action, chills, and thrills spiced with romance and desire. ELIZABETH NOBLE lives by the adage "I can't not write." She doesn't remember a time when she didn’t make up stories and eventually she learned how to put words on a page. Those words turned into books and fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M fiction. A part of every day is spent living in worlds she created that are filled with intrigue and espionage. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">When she's not chronicling the adventures of her many characters, Elizabeth is a veterinary nurse living in her native Cleveland, Ohio. She has three grown children and now happily shares her little, brick house with a spunky Cardigan Welsh Corgi and his sidekick, tabby cat. Elizabeth is a fan of baseball, basketball (go Cavs and Cleveland Baseball) and gardening. She can often be found working in her 'outside office' listening to classic rock and plotter her next novel waiting for it to be dark enough to gaze at the stars.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth has received a number of amateur writing awards. Since being published, several of her novels have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Jewel Cave was a runner-up in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category in the 2015 Rainbow Awards. Ringed Love was a winner in the Gay Fantasy Romance category of the 2016 Rainbow Awards. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARQBzd-1RSxEuIVG3arqaiov5rxd0yzRZsxscgiRA5Brs9KTCP1MUxOQ8KpcXLIsW2XhXPGX7HVZLbE5yHP8NoS7eCz2xuy789ZnnotYG3dEtuQ6oFkjed87YffTX-mnK0WMqur2k4Zff/s2000/SC+poster.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARQBzd-1RSxEuIVG3arqaiov5rxd0yzRZsxscgiRA5Brs9KTCP1MUxOQ8KpcXLIsW2XhXPGX7HVZLbE5yHP8NoS7eCz2xuy789ZnnotYG3dEtuQ6oFkjed87YffTX-mnK0WMqur2k4Zff/s320/SC+poster.png" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Website: <a href=" http://www.elizabeth-noble.com"> http://www.elizabeth-noble.com</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">E-Mail: <a href="mailto:elizabeth.noble19@gmail.com">elizabeth.noble19@gmail.com</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Newsletter sign up: <a href="http://eepurl.com/Alp8T">http://eepurl.com/Alp8T</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Circles website: <a href=" http://bit.ly/2aryKUQ"> http://bit.ly/2aryKUQ</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Vampire Guard website: <a href="http://bit.ly/232TyHH">http://bit.ly/232TyHH</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">JMS page: <a href="http://bit.ly/2MRnmYC">http://bit.ly/2MRnmYC</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Amazon:<a href=" http://amzn.to/2bqjwCc"> http://amzn.to/2bqjwCc</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Facebook: <a href="http://on.fb.me/1BZ2Doa">http://on.fb.me/1BZ2Doa</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Facebook Author page: <a href="http://bit.ly/2yULsIM">http://bit.ly/2yULsIM</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Twitter:<a href=" @elizabethnoble1"> @elizabethnoble1</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Pinterest: <a href="http://bit.ly/2yUgVus ">http://bit.ly/2yUgVus </a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Goodreads: <a href="http://bit.ly/2b8IQdL">http://bit.ly/2b8IQdL</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">QueeRomance Ink: <a href="http://bit.ly/2jmzVfk">http://bit.ly/2jmzVfk</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Liminal Fiction: <a href="https://bit.ly/2Y84k4u">https://bit.ly/2Y84k4u</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Gay Romance Readers Club:<a href=" http://bit.ly/2S5UNdP"> http://bit.ly/2S5UNdP</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Smashwords: <a href="http://bit.ly/2YzjHlr">http://bit.ly/2YzjHlr</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Bookstrand:<a href=" http://bit.ly/2Z7zHzq"> http://bit.ly/2Z7zHzq</a></span></p><div><br /></div>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-73920390416055203172020-09-19T00:00:00.001+01:002020-09-19T00:00:05.522+01:00Taking Stock by A L Lester<p> Thank you so much for having me today to tell you a little bit about Taking Stock!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYdp6aADMcmhf74yYngyLNLpYcWivgUM8UMuxMJO4FaTi8YsvuOdQ1vGFyZ1MhKB1HDvkHmI7QNCH1HWnfbf743Ipf8DbbJiKVvvQtW4Q2fjguKys5OWynmsMrguYLvz1XthsK6m8hj3V/s616/Taking+Stock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="411" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYdp6aADMcmhf74yYngyLNLpYcWivgUM8UMuxMJO4FaTi8YsvuOdQ1vGFyZ1MhKB1HDvkHmI7QNCH1HWnfbf743Ipf8DbbJiKVvvQtW4Q2fjguKys5OWynmsMrguYLvz1XthsK6m8hj3V/s320/Taking+Stock.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>It's 1972. </p><p>Fifteen years ago, teenage Laurie Henshaw came to live at Webber’s Farm with his elderly uncle and settled in to the farming life. Now, age thirty-two, he has a stroke in the middle of working on the farm. As he recovers, he has to come to terms with the fact that some of his new limitations are permanent and he’s never going to be as active as he used to be. Will he be able to accept the helping hands his friends extend to him? </p><p>With twenty successful years in the City behind him, Phil McManus is hiding in the country after his boyfriend set him up to take the fall for an insider trading deal at his London stockbroking firm. There’s not enough evidence to prosecute anyone, but not enough to clear him either. He can’t bear the idea of continuing his old stagnating life in the city, or going back to his job now everyone knows he’s gay. </p><p>Thrown together in a small country village, can Phil and Laurie forge a new life that suits the two of them and the makeshift family that gathers round them? Or are they too tied up in their own shortcomings to recognise what they have? </p><p><br /></p><p>Taking Stock is a 40,000 word gay romance set mostly in rural England. It’s set on Webber’s Farm, which I first wrote about in Inheritance of Shadows. Inheritance is set in 1919 and is part of my spooky paranormal universe. I based the farm on somewhere I used to know as a child on the Quantock Hills in Somerset and didn’t want to leave after Inheritance. Taking Stock is the result. Although it’s set in the same universe as my other books and some of the same background characters are there, there’s nothing paranormal or suspenseful. </p><p>Instead it’s a gentle story about two people who are hurt and angry and tired, who find their way toward each other and help each other heal.</p><p>Initially Laurie was going to have a similar chronic condition to me…I have fibromyalgia and seizures…but then just before I actually sat down to get the words out of my head and on to the page, my Mama had a very severe stroke. She is in her eighties and has been more or less working her seven acre smallholding singlehandedly for years. Her frustration and anger at her situation translated directly into Laurie as I was writing. So he’s a combination of both my own feelings about my lack of agency through my disability, and hers.</p><p>It was a very emotive story for me to write and I hope you enjoy it.</p><p>•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Length: 40,000 words</p><p>•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Publisher: JMS Books LLC</p><p>•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Release Date: Sept 19th 2020</p><p><br /></p><p>You can buy/preorder Taking Stock here: <a href="https://allester.co.uk/takingstock/">https://allester.co.uk/takingstock/</a></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: medium;">About A. L. Lester </span></p><p>Writer of queer, paranormal, historical, romantic suspense. Lives in the South West of England with Mr AL, two children, a badly behaved dachshund, a terrifying cat and some hens. Likes gardening but doesn't really have time or energy. Not musical. Doesn't much like telly. Non-binary. Chronically disabled. Has tedious fits.</p><p>You can stalk me on all sorts of different internet platforms here: <a href="https://lnk.bio/gjD5">https://lnk.bio/gjD5</a></p><div><br /></div>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-68678918848752941202020-06-29T22:39:00.000+01:002020-06-29T22:39:26.274+01:00Some Of My Favoutire Books - m/m <span style="font-size: large;">I have so many favourites that I didn't know how to approach this one. In the end, I decided to choose books whose characters have stayed with me over time. There won't, therefore, be many, if any, new releases. This also allows for the fact that I have an appalling memory and if I didn't choose books that have endured in my mind. I still won't get to all of them because I'll remember more later, then more tomorrow etc. If I overthink this I will never start so just let's get on. 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<span style="font-size: large;">Leif Helsvin needs Dan’s help to hunt down the necromancer. But the desire to solve the murder and find justice isn’t the only emotion at play between Leif and Dan. As the two men grow closer, the passion between them threatens to ignite into a fire neither of them can control. Will Dan give into his desire for Leif, or will the necromancer’s evil destroy their love before it can even begin?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alex is twenty and confused. He always is. Severely abused as a child, he's left with scars on his body and even worse scars within his mind. But from this pain he receives his gift of empathy, his ability to see and react to the strong emotions of others. When a serial killer moves into the area and begins to threaten those around him, Alex is compelled by his visions to rescue them. When he can, he helps the police, yet some detectives suspect he's the cause of the problem, not the solution.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As Alex comes closer to uncovering the killer's identity, his visions turn to nightmares. He hears the cries of the children, the screams of the tortured. Will the support and love of his friends be enough to get Alex through this summer of terror, or will he lose himself in his dreams and become yet another victim to the killer's gruesome games?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I truly can't choose between these two series which couldn't be more different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hidden Gem is pure fantasy while Haven Investigations is entirely contemporary. They have many things in common though - fragile, broken men who are stronger than they look, mystery surrounding the character's origins, strong partner, cross dressing, mystery and mayhem</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hidden Gem: The sparkling jewel of the Hidden Gem, City M’s most renowned brothel, Misaki “Aki” Ito is living the good life. He’s not subjected to torture for his psi abilities, he has a roof over his head, food to eat, and all the sparkly shoes he could dream about. He also has one particular regular he can’t get enough of, Shane McNaughton, even if Shane occasionally asks for Aki’s help on a case.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Shane is a cop specializing in missing persons. He’s good at finding people, not just because of his years as a seasoned detective, but because he survived the Third World War and resulting plague with a few supernatural abilities himself. Mutated by the virus that wiped out two-thirds of the world’s population, Shane no longer considers himself human. Which is why he limits his visits to a very breakable psi companion when not working a case, no matter how much he might want Aki.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Model Citizen: Shattered by the death of his brother, Ollie is struggling to put one foot in front of the other. Kade, his brother’s best friend, entering the picture seems like the help and comfort Ollie needs. Trusting this older man with his secrets, much less his heart, is something Ollie isn’t so sure is a good idea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is getting really hard. So many books. So little space. I'll finish with two books/series that I keep going back to. they are totally different, in content and tone. Again, one is fantasy and the other is contemporary. One is dark and serious while the other had me laughing out loud and snorting various drinks. It also reminds me of driving home, with both (adult) children, from a fantastic weekend. It was memorable because it was one of only two occasions since my daughter left home (wow it was 15 years ago) that we all went away for a weekend together. I'm rambling, so I'll get on with it </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lilith Bresson, an independent, successful young artist, is forced to travel from her home in Spain to the wild borderlands of northern England, to repay her feckless father’s latest debt by painting a portrait of the enigmatic Lady Blaine Albermarle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On her first night at Albermarle Hall she meets Finn Strachan, Blaine’s ‘companion’, a cultured and hauntingly beautiful young man who seems to have it all. But Lilith has an artist’s eye, and a gift for seeing what lies beneath the skin. She soon discovers that Blaine is more gaoler than lover, and if the price is right, depravity has no limits.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the weeks pass, Lilith finds that she too is drawn into the malign web that her patron has spun, yet against the odds she forges a strong friendship with the damaged, dysfunctional Finn. In a dark, modern twist to an age-old story, Lilith Bresson proves that sometimes it’s the princess who needs to become the rescuer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time, in an alleyway in the slums of the City of Lockes, a young and somewhat lonely boy named Sam Haversford turns a group of teenage douchebags into stone completely by accident.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When Sam's 14, he enters the Dark Woods and returns with Gary, the hornless gay unicorn, and a half-giant named Tiggy, earning the moniker Sam of Wilds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is my great pleasure to welcome a fellow Welshman and one of my favourite writer, Sean Kerr to my blog today, Show him some love and take a look at this awesome series. While you're at it, check out his other series and the one that first grabbed my attention - Dead Camp. It's not for the faint-hearted but if you like a sprinkling of horror on your romance, that's the place to be,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two men caught in the embrace of forbidden love. Two worlds trapped in a conflict that spans nations. Two lives lost to the cruel hand of time in a never-ending torture of yearning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It seems to James that monsters lurk in every corner. But there is always Adam. The one man who makes sense in his life, and the one person who offers him comfort when everything else seems so messed up. But as James finds himself growing closer to the enigmatic librarian, old monsters raise their ugly heads to threaten their relationship, and James is torn. Does he hold the hand of the man he is falling for, or does he run for his life to keep that man safe from the darkness which haunts him?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">History is catching up with the present, and as its terrible presence grows ever closer, a shocking revelation destroys any hope that James may have of living a normal life. The chase is on, and the real horror has only just begun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">‘Being Alive’ is the third instalment of my shocking ‘Alive’ serial set in my Dark MM Universe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Writing is a privilege and pure joy. I love to tell complex, character driven stories, and my ‘Alive’ series enables me to tell a story that spans so many fascinating literary characters and to explore their history from a unique LGBT perspective. It is an honour to be a part of this community, and I am proud to be here with you to explore these thrilling tales! Thank you for joining me on this journey.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">The Man Inside Me (THE PREQUEL TO ALIVE)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Still Alive</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The landscape which surrounded us immediately vanished in his presence, for he eclipsed all. Such was the dazzling blue of his eyes which shone from his bearded face like two perfect sapphires. To gaze into the face of Mehmed was to gaze into the face of God, for such was the perfection of each line. Of the cheekbones which moved up to a noble brow to crown the head of a true leader in the making.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I’ve never done anything to him. I even stopped the others from beating him. What more does he want from me?” Mehmed complained.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“His freedom?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mehmed’s beautiful face scowled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“That will come soon enough.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I know,” I said sadly, and the conflict it caused in my heart brought with it a terrible pain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Radu is a vile creature, Vlad. He has no honour about him. I worry about you, my friend, for I fear he will do anything to steal your rightful position away from you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Perhaps he should.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mehmed grabbed my arm, and I felt the strength of him pour through my body.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“No! Do not ever say that! There is a destiny about you, my friend. You will do great things. You were born a Prince. You are a Prince. The time has come for you to live the life into which you were born.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Even if that takes me away from you?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Sadness soiled the brightness in his eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes,” he whispered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mehmed lay back into the scrubby grass. I loved the way his muscles moved beneath his thin shirt, and the way the valleys of his stomach forced the tight cloth to mould itself around them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">see the sky up there?” he said, gazing up into the </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">heavens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I lay back and turned my gaze reluctantly away from his fit, tight body to stare up into the endlessness above us. As I placed my arms on the ground, I felt his little finger brush the side of my hand to send a thrill of excitement trilling through my limbs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The sky remained so blue, despite the tufts of white that dared to soil its endless expanse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“It is so blue,” I said wistfully, “and yet there is a stain about it. It moves from clear, endless wonder to dark, tempestuous fury in but a blink of an eye.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Yes, indeed, my Prince. Much like you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I slapped him on the arm. Hard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You are a fine one to talk.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“But is that not the point? The sky is change. One minute so beautiful and filled with a purity so clear that one may see God. Yet, it may rain down all the terrors of Hell upon us. It becomes dark. It unleashes a fury that may destroy even the hardest of men. It forever changes. Every time we look up into its innocent heart, it is a different sky, for we never see the same thing twice. It is at once our friend, and then, without warning, it is the enemy. But that is its nature. At once beautiful, but ultimately dangerous.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Are you saying that we are like the sky?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“We are the sun and moon, you and me. We are opposite, and yet we exist within the same space. But, like the sun and the moon, we remain equally essential to the survival of man. They are the balance. Radu is chaos. Your brother will destroy everything in his goal to gain absolute power. He is the disease which eats away at the hearts of men.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“And what does that make me?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“The cure.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“And yet, one must exist within the light, while the other must live in darkness.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“As it should be with all things. The darkness and the light. One cannot exist without the other. I think they call that destiny, do they not? We are destiny, my Prince.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Even if that means we end up on opposite sides?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mehmed propped himself up on an elbow and leant over me. For one moment, my heart leapt in my chest, for I thought his lips loomed ever closer, and yet, he reached out a hand and brushed a stray lock of hair away from my eyes. What I saw in his face sent my world plummeting into my stomach, for it was the same fragile thing I felt inside my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>And then, he opened his perfect mouth and started to sing.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His words tumbled from his sweet lips in gentle, rhythmic beats to steal the breath from my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Over the mountains</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And over the waves,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Under the fountains</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And under the graves;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Under floods that are deepest,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">For nature must always obey;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Over rocks that are steepest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love will find out the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some think to lose him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">By having him confined;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And some do suppose him,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And claim love is blind;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But if ever close you find his heart,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do the best that you may,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Blind love may never stop him,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love will find out the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You may train the eagle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To stoop to your fist;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Or you may seduce</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The phoenix of the east;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The lion, you may move him</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To give up his prey;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But you’ll never stop a lover</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Love will find out his way.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Such beauty from a man like he overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing to stop the tears which fell down the side of my face. How his words touched me, and how such sentiment moved me to forsake all that I was born into for just the chance to be by his side. For all time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Mehmed. My Mehmed. I cannot lose you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>His fingers moved from my hair to slide down my cheek.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“You will never lose me, my Prince. Even in our darkest days, my heart will always belong to you. Love will find out his way.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mehmed moved his head closer to my face, and I could feel his breath against my skin. I breathed him in, and I tried to hold onto that breath. To hold just a part of him inside me forever. But then he kissed me, and I lost my breath to his love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How our lips moved against each other. A familiar dance stole in moments of utter perfection. It was such a gentle thing at first. A mere promise of something altogether stronger. Soft. Sensual. Kind. But then his lips pressed hard against my mouth, and I felt the promise fulfilled as his tongue pushed past my lips to taste the depths of my growing desires.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>His muscular frame pressed against my side, and then he was </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">lying on top of me with his hands on either side of my body as our lips devoured each other without mercy. To feel the weight of him on top of me stole the wind from my chest, but the sheer solidness of his frame pressing me into the ground left all other considerations to crumble to dust beneath his passions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My name is Sean Kerr, and I am a 50-year-old gay man living in Cardiff, Wales with my husband of 28 years, Derek. We have our mad cat, Rita and, and a host of tropical fish.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I worked on building sites for years, and I used the money earned from that to put myself through college, specialist paint techniques etc. I trained in fine art, and then I went out and painted murals on client’s walls, and created Roman Bathrooms and fantasy hand painted bedrooms, all the rage back in the late eighties and nineties. I then became an Interior Designer for a large DIY chain. For the past thirteen years I ran my own Interiors business, and while that is no longer in existence, I am now looking for my next challenge in life!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By </span><span style="font-size: large;">day I make handmade jewellery and sell them on my Etsy shop. But by night I transform into the author! It took me some years to get to this point. I spent a very long time trying to get an agent because I thought it was the right thing to do, and after a heck of a lot of refusals, I nearly gave up. I came so close to hitting the delete button on Dead Camp 1 because I thought I did not stand a chance. At the very last moment, I decided to have a go at approaching a few publishers directly, and I sent the manuscript to six. Within two weeks, I had offers of publication from three! Let’s just say that there may have been tears lol. It was my chance, at last, to become a part of a world that I have always loved and admired from a distance, and it is one of the very best things to ever happened to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I recently ventured into the world of self-publishing. ‘The Man Inside Me’, ‘Alive’ and ‘The Last Child’ represent my first wave of self-published work, though I have been lucky to be able to use the same editor who I worked with on my traditionally published works.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My book, ‘The Man Inside Me’ is an MM Victorian Gothic Romance, and I think it is the favourite thing I have written so far. It deals with two men in their fifties trying to find love again, a subject that is very close to my heart as I approach that milestone. It is a very important book to me, and while it has some very ‘KERR’ twists and turns, it is, at its heart, a very romantic tale that deals with middle age. I am particularly proud of this book, and it is a very different spin on the MM genre.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alive is my latest book, and the start of a whole new Dark Universe series. Part gay romance, part horror, part sci fi, part historical. I know, quite the mix. But that’s what I love to do. Conspiracy, mash ups and sexy horror!! I have since written the sequel, Still Alive, and I am now excited about the release of the third book in the series, Being Alive!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This series is inspired by my love for classic literature and the fabulous old black and white Universal Studios monster movies. I have read most of the books those old films were based on. It has always been my dream to write a series of books that share these characters from film and literature in an adventure told from an LGBT perspective, and it is an absolute honour to write these books. One character in particular has been a favourite of mine since I was a child, and I can’t tell you how much of a thrill it is to write about him. It is difficult to talk about these books without giving too much away, as I don’t want to spoil the many surprises inside the pages. But this series provides a new insight into some very famous creations, and oh, they are a joy to write!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hope you will join me on this journey and venture into my Dark MM Universe. And it all started with the prequel book, ‘The Man Inside Me.’ </span><br />
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In Venice, Italy, a university professor and a young English teacher together curate an edition of Casanova’s memoirs and begin acting out his adventures. What could go wrong?<br />
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Ellie Murphy takes a contract teaching English at a school in Venice, Italy. There she meets the sexy enigmatic Professor Piero Contarini, from an ancient Venetian family, and agrees to help him in his work curating a new edition of the memoirs of the famous seducer, Giacomo Casanova. Taking their task seriously, they start to enact his adventures with each other, ecstatically revealing their own kinks as they do so. But who is watching them from the shadowy alleyways of Venice?<br />
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Kate Zarrelli is the romance and erotica pen name of Katherine Mezzacappa. Kate is Irish but now lives in Carrara in Northern Tuscany, between the Apuan Alps and the Tyrrhenian Sea, with her Italian husband and two teenage sons. She is the author of Tuscan Enchantment (eXtasy: Devine Destinies). Kate/Katherine writes historical, erotic, feel-good and paranormal fiction, set all over Europe, and in her spare time volunteers with a used book charity of which she is a founder member.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Having moved on from the fantasy section of my library, I was surprised to find myself with very empty shelves. I hadn't realised previously, but a huge percentage of my books are fantasy in some shape or form, from The Lord of The Rings, to Harry Potter, to Interview With A Vampire. I really had to think hard about this section.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I fell in love with this series at what was probably an inappropriate age. It had a huge effect on my developing mind and I can probably blame it for my love of all things gothic and macabre...and on the way I write many of my stories. It has everything from captivity, mental health issues, cruelty, murder and incest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the top of the stairs, there are four secrets hidden—blond, innocent, and fighting for their lives…</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They were a perfect and beautiful family—until a heartbreaking tragedy shattered their happiness. Now, for the sake of an inheritance that will ensure their future, the children must be hidden away out of sight, as if they never existed. They are kept in the attic of their grandmother’s labyrinthine mansion, isolated and alone. As the visits from their seemingly unconcerned mother slowly dwindle, the four children grow ever closer and depend upon one another to survive both this cramped world and their cruel grandmother. A suspenseful and thrilling tale of family, greed, murder, and forbidden love, Flowers in the Attic is the unputdownable first novel of the epic Dollanganger family saga.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Dollanganger series includes: Flowers in the Attic, Petals in the Wind, If There Be Thorns, Seeds of Yesterday, Garden of Shadows, Beneath the Attic, and Out of the Attic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the series that sparked my children's love for history. I have always been very much interested in history, but these books were pitched perfectly to capture the young imagination, presenting historical fact among hysterical comedy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My love affair with history went back a long way. I joined the local historical society when I was about fourteen. We had exhibits in the museum proper, mainly trains to be honest as the people who ran the society were mainly middle-aged geeks. However, we had a fabulous collection of local history memorabilia which we took out on tour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Later, I joined an Iron Age re enactment society and really indulged my love for history by living it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Strangely, I have never enjoyed historical fiction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">THE HORRIBLE HISTORY OF THE WORLD presents the foul but fascinating story of humans from brain-nibbling Neanderthals to terrified teenage soldiers in the twentieth century. You can discover why Alexander the Great banned beards, what smelly sport was played by samurai warriors and who tried to bump off her enemies with a cake made with poisoned bath-water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are those who would say that this is another fantasy, but to them I would say "Pish". These are snapshots of a people, a community, a society and gives a peep into their psyches and what made them tick at a very basic level. It shows up their fears and insecurities, tells us about the way they live day-to-day, and in some of the old stories give us a roadmap to their religious beliefs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Mabinogion consists of the earliest prose literature in Great Britain, the manuscripts of which originate in 12th century Welsh, with some dating earlier, to the oral tradition of the Middle Ages. Many of the stories in the Mabinogion would become famous anew thanks to the efforts of the translator. Rendered in modern English, the narratives of an era long-departed reflect the time - events such as war, the idea of chivalric romance, and the prevalence of sorcery and mystical goings on are common devices in the stories. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Much of what is here was passed onto other, later authors - the notion of the Medieval era as one laden with strange beasts, magic, and valiant combat originates with tales like those in the Mabinogion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This edition of the ancient stories was translated by Lady Charlotte Guest, an English aristocrat who was most famous for this work. Accomplished with languages from a young age, she gathered from obscure archives the manuscripts, arranged and presented them in modern English.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would also count under this heading just about anything involving with myths legends and cultures of Wales, England and Scotland. While much of it involves elements of the supernatural, the customs and history involved are fascinating. Ii tells us more about the people who wrote the stories than the people who inhabit them. Yet again, my love for the books arises out of my love for history.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That's about all I can think of, but it should be enough to give you a peek into what lies behind the scenes in making me the crazy human being I am today.</span>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-798710224934754422020-05-18T17:36:00.001+01:002020-05-18T17:36:19.732+01:00Some of My Favourite Books - Fantasy Edition<span style="font-size: large;">I write reviews for Love Bytes, a reviewing blog that I am very proud to be part of. I get to read a lot of books-- good, bad or indifferent. I try to be honest, but kind, in my reviews and I'm not afraid to say if a book is good or bad. I thought that it might be fun, during a period, when we have more time than we know what to do with, if I shared some of my absolute, lifetime favourites with you. I hope you find something to interest and/or inspire you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Terry Pratchett.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The first of his books that I read was Wyrd Sisters, of which more below. I read it because a friend had bullied me along to an amateur dramatic rendition and the story caught my attention. So, I read the book and it was like a drug. I couldn't get through them fast enough and I think I have every book in the Discworld series, or have at least read them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">How to describe the Discworld. Well, it's a perfectly flat world, carried on the back of four elephants standing on a turtle. It's a very, very big turtle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The inhabitants are very ordinary, well apart from the clothes and the magic, and the story is told in such a matter-of-fact way you can sometimes forget how totally bizarre the facts are.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In some ways, the Discworld is much like ours. It has a postal service, banks, restaurants, a tyrranical patrician who is actually doing a pretty good job, a werewolf on the police force (they're very progressive) as well as a six foot adopted dwarf, a vampire a zombie and a golem. I told you it was progressive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many of the stories are familiar, but with a huge twist. Macbeth, Hamlet and Phantom of the Opera all get their own stories, while there nods to all kind of things everywhere you look.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One of the things I like best is the cutting wit that soaks every page, and the very precise way Pratchett describes the indescribably. The sheer breadth of background knowledge is staggering, from pagan religions, to folklore, to quantum physics, all there, side-by-side on the page. There are actually companion novels that twist your minds in knots explaining (brilliantly) some of the science involved.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Needless to say, I am a huge huge fan and this series is a must-read for anyone who like things different but recognizable, funny, sad, clever, multi-layered and that makes you feel like a crazy made up world is actually your home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It says a lot when one of my favourite characters is Death. Well, a death (the Death of Rats is most amusing) who once worked in a curry house and likes kittens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Anything by Storm Constantine</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In my opinion Storm Constantine is a hugely underrated author. She has created an entire universe, including its own religion on which there are companion books, and a beautiful set of tarot cards. How none of her work has been turned into a film yet is beyond me. Maybe she wants to keep the integrity of her work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The series that first got me hooked was the Wraeththu series. At that time, there were three books, now there are six in the main series, along with novellas and short stories (and the mythos and religion texts). She had her own press and is the only author I know who publishes Fan Fic alongside her own books, with, apparently, the same care and attention to detail.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Wraethtu series is set in a not-too-distant future where a new breed of being is rising to replace humanity. It all started with a single person who developed magical powers and found that ingesting his blood would change others to be like him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By and large this new breed, names Har, were less interested in taking over the world than by making sense of their own. There was no great war that wiped out humanity, although you can bet there was fighting when humanity kicked back. Instead their biggest struggle was to make sense of their new reality.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As humanity, who were now sterile, dwindled, hara built their own civilization, rising from the ashes of the old in an unruly, organic way. This was inevitable as the only converts were teenage males. After going through the transition, they found themselves with new powers and new bodies that were neither male not female but something entirely new that was all but immortal and eventually became able to reproduce among themselves. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These new beings grew from a single frightened boy to a group of boys who didn't have a clue, to an entire civilization divided in regions, countries and continents each with their different flavour and attracting different kinds of people who, as with humans, tended to band together with those who were similar to themselves. They adopted tribal names and tended to live in communities, large and small, rather than cities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This series was my first introduction to a world where men (kind of) loved other men (kind of) in a way that was entirely natural and barely worth mentioning among the literally world-changing events going on around them. Apart from a brief mention here and there it was a non-issue and it drew me into the world of m/m without the angst (although there was plenty of that in other ways) and not a lot of sex (none as we know it), which before had been my expectation from <i>gay</i> books, and why I had never really read them. In many ways, it's Storm Constantine's fault that I write the books I do </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The second series - The Grigori Trilogy had its feet more firmly on the earth, although some of those feet belonged to fallen angels. A lot of the background and imagery is drawn from Enochian myth and the Sumerian religion and the angels are nothing like those spoken of in Christian myth. Great powers are stirring and the Grigori have been watching and waiting. As ever, they can't resist involving themselves in huma</span><span style="font-size: large;">n affairs and human lovers. This series has m/f, f/f, m/m, a/a and a/h relationships. (where 1=angel and h=human)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of the standalone books Burying the Shadow is my favourite, a sleek take on gothic horror that grabs you by the balls from the outset, burrowing deep into the darkness of the soul where...creatures lurk with beautiful, smiling faces.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This series holds a special place in my heart as it arose from a Dungeons and Dragons game. I am utterly obsessed with D&D and am currently involved in 4 games.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They follow a group of people, made up of fairly standard D&D characters on a classic adventure full of dragons, dwarves, wizards and a kender.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These books take place in a world where magic is everywhere, enthusing everything. From living in a cottage cheese, to plucking bread fruit (literally loaves of bread) from trees, everything is magic and everything is deliberately or accidentally funny. For pure escapism this series is perfectly delightful. The world is just as unique, but far less mind-bending as the Discworld, written in the same kind of no-nonsence, of course you know all about this already, style.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have read every book and am so absorbed into Xanth lore, history and day-to-day life that I see absolutely no reason why a cottage cheese shouldn't be big enough to live in, or why I can't literally go to hell in a hadcart, or visit the zombie king and his ghostly wife in a castly badly run by zombies. Just lose yourself in simple joy with all the weird and wonderful characters and their even weirder world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm exhausted after that, so we'll leave it there for today. Next time, I'll run over some great m/m books/series I've read.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-62588271732958039312020-05-04T15:24:00.001+01:002020-05-04T15:24:16.293+01:00Not So Dark Fantasy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">I have been sharing all kinds of things about the project I'm currently working on, which is more of a journey into epic fantasy than I have explored before. That's not to say I haven't written any fantasy but it's been more contemporary, set in "our world"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although not taking influence from any particular fairytale, I would say that Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden is a modern fairytale with some very real issues that concern humans and fairies alike</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Blurb</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">All Keiron wants is a quiet life. Fat chance with a boyfriend like Bren. But if he thought Bren complicated his life, that was nothing compared to the complications that begin when he opens the door to what he thinks is a naked boy claiming to be his slave.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">Draven is a fairy with his sights set on the handsome human who keeps a wild place in the garden for fairies. When Draven slips through a fairy gate into the city, he sets in motion a series of events that binds him to Keiron forever, and just might be the end of him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;">While Draven explores Keiron’s world with wide-eyed wonder, Keiron does everything he can to keep Draven’s at bay, until the only way to save Draven and bring him home is to step into a world that should exist only in children stories.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Excerpt</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I wondered. Why humans don’t change, I mean. I <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">kind of</span> figured it’s because they can’t.” Now
his voice was full of pity. Then he sniffed again at the coffee. “What’s that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“It’s coffee. A hot drink. Would you like some?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Draven grinned at him. “Ooh yes, yes please.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Would you like sugar and milk?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Ooh, you have milk? I love milk. What did you
milk? A cat? A stoat?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Draven, you can’t milk a cat.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“You can’t?” He turned thoughtful. “Maybe I should
tell them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Tell who what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“The cats. Tell them they can’t <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">be milked</span>. They won’t like it. Neither will the
High Lord. He likes cat milk and—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“You milk cats?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Well…yes. I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“It’s not that you’re not supposed to; it’s just—”
Keiron broke off. He could imagine the conversation. There just wasn’t any
point. “It’s cow’s milk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Cows?” Draven’s eyes went wide. “You milk cows?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Not me personally, but yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“But they’re so…big.” His eyes were round, and his
mouth hung open. Then he shook his head. “Of course. You’re big too. Ah. I
suppose cats would be too small, huh? They don’t give very much, and only when
they want to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Will you stop talking about milking cats? Do you
want milk in your coffee or not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I’ve never tasted cow’s milk. I’d like to try.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keiron poured a cup of coffee while Draven
watched, fascinated. He carefully poured in milk and handed it over. Draven
closed his hand around it, then yelped and dropped it. “Ow, ow, ow,” he sang,
dancing on the spot and clutching his hand. “It hurt me. It hurt me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“It’s hot, Draven. It<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">’s made</span> with boiling water. Of <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">course</span>
it’s going to hurt if you hold on to it like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Boiling water? What do you mean? How do you make
it hot?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“It’s boiled in a kettle. Let me see that hand.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Obediently, Draven held out his hand. It was <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">red</span> but there was no sign it was going to
blister. Keiron led him to the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">tap</span> and
ran the cold water over his hand. Draven smiled and gazed up into Keiron’s
eyes. His face was streaked with tears, which had already dried. He looked<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">…</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keiron dropped his hand and turned away. “You’ve
made another mess.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Oh. I’m sorry. Let me clean it up.” Draven pushed
past Keiron and started moving things out of the puddle of coffee. All he
succeeded in doing was allowing the puddle to get bigger. The box of cereal was
soaked and, as Draven lifted it, the bottom gave way, spilling cereal all over
the table. Yanking back his hand, he knocked over the jug of orange juice and
sent fruit rolling onto the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">I’m so sorry.</span> I’ll fix it. I’ll—” In his haste to try to catch the
rolling fruit and stand up the jug and gather the cereal, his foot turned on a
rolling <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">apple</span> and he fell <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">backwards</span>, landing on his bottom on the floor
with the cereal in his lap and a puddle of spilled milk spreading from between
his legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With a trembling lip and tear-bright eyes, Draven
sat on the floor and stared up at Keiron, sniffing. <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">He was dejected and so comical, Keiron just couldn’t stop himself from
laughing.</span> After a shocked look, Draven grinned and started to giggle
too. Keiron held out his <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">hand</span> and Draven
took it, hauling himself to his feet while trying ineffectually to brush
himself down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">“I think it might be a good idea if you changed
out of those wet clothes and <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">leave</span> the
clearing up <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">to</span> me. Again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The giggling <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">stopped</span>
and Draven looked crestfallen. “I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keiron grinned. "Don’t worry about it. Go get
changed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As Draven skipped towards the stairs, dripping
milk on the carpet, Keiron turned back to the mess that was his kitchen. He
groaned. If he’d thought Bren’s friends were bad, this was so much worse. It
was crazy. He couldn’t put up with it. All he wanted was a quiet life—to go to
work, come home, and relax in a clean and tidy house with no hassles and the
occasional forage out into Bren’s bright, exciting life when he felt up to it.
He liked everything in its place, even the chaos. He had a feeling this chaos
could never <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">be put</span> in any place other
than right where it wanted to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As he cleaned up the mess, he decided that, as soon
as Draven returned, he was going to find out how to get rid of him once and for
all. It was bad enough having Bren around the house, but Draven was one step
too far.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank
you very much for hosting me here today. My name is Elizabeth Black, and I'd
like to introduce you to my GLBT paranormal shifter romance, <i>Full Moon Fever</i>.
Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">William
Shakespeare said <i>All the world’s a stage,</i> but he hadn’t counted on
shifters under a theater’s hot lights. Lovers Sam Hightower and Grant Newsome
live for the stage. Although they have enjoyed the wanderlust of traveling
theater for many years, each has grown tired of the road and wants to settle
down. They also have a secret. As shifters and no part of any pack, they are
lone wolves in every sense of the word. The full moon brings out the beast in
them. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Even though their work as gaffers—lighting techs—puts
them in contact with a large variety of willing, sexy men and women to share
their love, they prefer men. They find a dancer, Luke Pearce, who makes their
blood run hot, but Luke has a secret of his own to test them. Add scenic artists
and lovers Charlotte and Lina to the mix, and you have a wild and sexy fivesome.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">To spoil their fun and to their surprise, Sam and
Grant discover another shifter in their midst, but this young person is so
inexperienced and terrified she could expose them to the human hunters and get
them killed. How can Sam and Grant protect themselves as well as the people
they love?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
Hightower tightened a Fresnel on a light tree as he watched the dancers warm
up. He stood somewhat hidden in the wings, a position where he could observe
the stage without being noticed. He preferred his life that way<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Hlk496887248">—</a>out of sight, out of mind. He liked to blend into the
shadows, keeping a safe distance, since his stay in the theater company was so
fleeting.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">At
a height of six-feet-one inch and as lean as a whippet, Sam struck a powerful first
impression. His thick blond hair fell to slightly below his shoulder blades.
While he worked the lights, he wore it tied back and out of his way. Muscular
and slim with an angular face and blue eyes, his Nordic features turned the heads
of both men and women alike. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Although he played both sides of the field, he
preferred men. With each show, he and his partner, Grant Newsome, grew closer
together, bonding with intensity only two men with deep secrets could. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
feared their secrets could become their undoing on each leg of their tour,
especially during the full moon. So far, they’d lucked out. No one had caught
on to what they really were.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As
was the nature of the traveling stage shows, his time in Portland, Oregon would
not last long, even though they were in the same city as their home base. He
and Grant had been among the few stagehands who traveled with the company for
its North American tour. The remainder for each show was filled with local crews.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Sam
could see the entire country and not make a commitment to stay in any one location.
Jumping from city to city was also safer, since there was little to no danger
of the locals finding out that they sought the moon each month.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He
and Grant had jumped at the chance to tour the Pacific Northwest and immediately
joined the tour to stay close to home. In all tours, relationships between crew,
actors, and dancers grew quickly with great intensity, but once the curtain
fell for good, some of the cast and crew would part ways, sometimes to never to
see each other again. While the split at the end was always painful, Sam
willingly chose that way. He thought it best he never became too close to
anyone except Grant. Grant had been his bright island oasis, a refuge from day-to-day
troubles. However, such solitude begot loneliness, so they liked to share their
love with a third or even fourth partner on occasion, and Sam was on the
lookout for one at that very moment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
man who flowed across the stage with such little effort looked so much like
Grant that Sam blinked his eyes to make sure his vision wasn’t playing tricks
on him. His pulse raced at the sight of the dancer’s ripped abs, shock of dark
hair, and tight thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who’s the god who has
the rapt attention of every man and woman in this room?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grant’s
twin wore his hair shoulder length, thick and full, with tendrils falling in
his shining green eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Those eyes are emerald
green, so green they glow like an aurora in winter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">His
face bore a smoldering look of extreme concentration. Sam suspected this man
would snap at him, turning on him in an instant if he interrupted his train of
thought, much the same way Grant grumbled if Sam interrupted him. His grace
could not hide the raw masculinity that moved with each muscle. Broad shoulders
and muscular arms tapered to a narrow waist and an ass that threatened to slip
out of the leotard he wore. Sam enjoyed gazing at that ass as the dancer soared
across the stage. He preferred taut gluts to any other part of a man’s body.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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man’s resemblance to Grant intrigued Sam. Was he a tiger between the sheets the
way Grant was? How could he approach him to find out? Considering the higher
percentage of gays and lesbians in theater, there was a good chance the dancer
would be amenable to a little male flirtation and maybe more. He wore the same
dark and somewhat angry expression of intensity Grant wore when he concentrated
on focusing lights. He smoldered like lightning in a crackling sky.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Each
twist of the dancer’s hips enhanced the sensuality his meager leotard couldn’t
contain. He strutted amid his shorter and less stellar-looking partners and
brought a flush to Sam’s cheeks. He moved with grace befitting a dancer, and
animal magnetism oozed from his every pore. Grant’s arms were fuller and
stronger than the dancer’s from his years of experience hauling lights, but the
resemblance between the two men could not be missed. Strong and majestic, the
power of this man’s sexuality seeped from every pore, his potent form so
beautiful it took Sam’s breath away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A
sultry and husky feminine voice jarred Sam from his daydream. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Sorry, luv, you’re
a day late and a dollar short. We’ve already had him.” Charlotte stood before
him with her arms akimbo and a hip thrust out, giving him a cheeky grin. Covered
with splatters of paint befitting her job as a scenic artist, she brandished a
brush in one hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Charlotte
was tall for a woman. At five feet and ten inches and build like Wonder Woman
on steroids, Charlotte could probably throttle Sam with those strong hands, but
her slender body was not overwhelmed with bulk the way bodybuilders were. She
was a nice combination of brawn and sleekness. Dressed in tight black jeans and
a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted
her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that told him she had once again bested
him in the fucking department. “His name’s Leuker Pearce, and he’s a stallion
in bed.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’d
love to pierce him,” Sam said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You
might be able to,” Lina said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Sam and Grant, Lina and Charlotte were lovers. The quieter of the two scenic
artists stood behind Charlotte, her arms wrapped around the gutsier one’s waist.
Although Lina was about two inches shorter than Charlotte, the two women could
have been identical twins. What was it with the doppelgänger twins in this
company? They wore their coffee-colored hair tied back, and their ponytails
fell to the middle of their backs. Skin the color of espresso with a heavy
dollop of cream, they stood out amid all the blondes, ordinary looking brunettes,
and oddball blue and pink-haired in the crew. Their personalities offset each
other’s, Lina’s air to Charlotte’s fire. Slow to excite, Lina often corralled
Charlotte’s exuberance. She kept her fiery twin calm and somewhat sensible.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quite
the virago, Charlotte had thrilled Sam with her lusty nature on the few
occasions they’d found themselves in bed together. Or in the back seat of his car.
Or those two times in the catwalks when their groans had echoed throughout the
theater. Charlotte preferred women to men, but Sam had enjoyed her touch and
smell too many times to count.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He
often teased her by sneaking up on her and grabbing her boobs. She retaliated
by bursting unexpectedly from behind road boxes and squeezing his cock. Despite
the sex play, they were buddies more than lovers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
could never get away with such behavior with Lina. Quieter than Charlotte, she
bordered on being shy, which made Charlotte’s vibrancy seem even more
pronounced. She preferred to keep to herself while Charlotte played the social
butterfly. Despite her standoffishness, her intensity of concentration and conversation
often surprised those who didn’t know her well. It was a mistake to think of
her as a shrinking violet.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Her
physique was slimmer than Charlotte’s and made her seem shorter than she
actually was. Both women had hourglass figures with an emphasis on their large
breasts and rounded asses. Once again, Sam found himself attracted to their
bottoms. These two women were perfectly proportioned, something he had not seen
very often. They were nearly geometrically perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Still
amazed at how much the two women looked alike, Sam admired their sleek arms and
hands, strong from years of painting sets. Charlotte and Lina had been
traveling with the troupe since its inception. They had moved from the Calvert
Beach apartments in Delaware to a suburb of Washington, D.C. to get in on the
stage action and made no secret about looking for greener pastures in the
northwest areas once the tour was finished.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
and Grant had met them after their third show. The women had joined the
stagehand’s union at the same time Sam and Grant did, and they soon found
themselves on many of the same tours together, which was unusual for traveling
stage shows<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Sam could hoist a light and even design some lighting for sets, Charlotte and
Lina were true artists. Their talent never ceased to impress him. Sam had seen
them render flats into three-dimensional paintings. He had seen Charlotte turn
an ordinary chair into a masterpiece of paint designed to look like wood with
beautiful fabric seats for a show set in the late 1800s. She also painted
portraits in her private time and sold them for a tidy sum. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lina sculpted from
clay and bronze, mostly the human body, especially women with strong physiques.
Rich people from around the country often commissioned her sculptures for their
own private collections, and she brought in a mint with her impressive talent.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
knew he could never compete in the talent department with those two. He didn’t
have an artistic bone in his body. Neither did Grant. Sam could barely draw stick
figures. Watching Charlotte and Lina create beautiful paintings and sculptures
from what seemed like thin air impressed Sam so much he constantly reminded
them how talented they were when they were hard on themselves, which was often.
Such was the life of an artist. Constant self-criticism.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sam
looked to where his lover’s twin writhed before him, making love to the stage
as he twirled and leaped.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imagine the threesome we
could have. It would be like something out of a Penthouse letter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He
swings both ways,” Charlotte said. “I can see a hot little threesome there—you,
Luke, and Luke’s ravishing twin. You need to be adventurous. You know how much
I love adventure.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Should
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lust tingled the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck. That beautiful creature
moved like a majestic buck in the Alaskan high country. “What kind of name is
Leuker?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It’s
Dutch. It’s also his middle name. Says his first name is horrible.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Leuker
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Her
deep, throaty laugh reverberated among the flats. “He goes by Luke. He told me Leuker
is his mother’s maiden name. Says it means good-looking.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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gawked at the tight ass and strong legs that sashayed across the stage. “Can’t
deny that.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth Black writes erotica, erotic romance,
speculative fiction, fantasy, dark fiction, and horror. Her erotic fiction has
been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Circlet Press,
eXtasy Books, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Scarlet Magazine (U.
K.), and other publishers. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="font-size: large;">She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy
tales, including her two self-published fairy tales "Trouble In Thigh High
Boots" (Puss In Boots) and "Climbing Her Tower" (Rapunzel). </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; mso-fareast-language: JA;"><span style="font-size: large;">An
accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic
(U. K.). Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in
Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Novelspot,
The Erotic Readers and Writers Association Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues,
Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Freelance journalist Colton West can’t wait to finally end it with the rich and shallow Martin. Their relationship had been a mistake from the beginning. But just when Colton feels that he’s made it clear to Martin it’s over and he can move on with his life and career, he gets a phone call that will change his world forever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Whitfield, Vermont, is the sleepy little town where Colton grew up, a town he couldn’t wait to leave. It’s also the place where his best high school friend was found murdered years before, left on a road outside town that goes nowhere. The killer was never caught, although a stoic old man named George Hill, who lived with his young grandson in the only house on that road, was considered by many to be the prime suspect and passed away several years later.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Federal agent John Starkweather’s parents are dead. Or at least—the people he remembered as his parents. With his very identity in question, Joh</span><span style="font-size: large;">n must look elsewhere for answers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Shay Maloney is living his dream—on tour with his pirate/folk-rock band. But you can’t know where you’re going until you know where you’re from, and that’s where moody filmmaker and researcher Ollie Pietruska comes in.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The band’s management persuades Shay to let a television company film a documentary about his roots beyond his adoptive Irish family, and Ollie comes into his life knowing more about Shay than Shay’s ever known about himself.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But while Ollie holds the key to Shay’s past, he’s also hiding deep scars. Even as the hardships of the tour bring them closer, Ollie’s demons threaten the blossoming romance. They might both reach the breaking point before Ollie realises he’s been standing on the edge of the world for too long, and it’s Shay who holds the key to his future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b>AUTHOR: Dennis Abrams</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Collin and his best friend, Nate, are high school juniors living in a suburb of Houston, where the politically and culturally conservative attitude makes coming out beyond difficult. One night they decide it would be a bit of harmless fun to sneak into a gay club in the city—a chance to dance, check out guys, and meet others like themselves.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">They couldn’t be more wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">In minutes everything Collin took for granted is destroyed when a shooter’s bullets tear through the club. Collin survives, but that’s only the start of his ordeal. In the aftermath he has to face the loss of his friend, survivor’s guilt, the pain of his wounds, and judgment when he’s outed on a national level. Making it through his last year of school feels impossible when life as he knew it will never be the same.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b>AUTHOR: S M James </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Dating Micah has been the best decision Rory’s ever made. Micah calms his wild side by bringing Rory back down to earth. They’re perfect for each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But when Rory’s Australian crush randomly shows up to stay with him, Rory’s torn between the boyfriend he maybe loves, and the guy he thought he was over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Since the day Micah first saw Rory, he fell hard. There’s never been a moment where Micah’s doubted his feelings and when they finally start to date, Micah plans to hold on with both hands.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But then Justin arrives from Australia and Micah finds his single-minded attention starting to slip…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Justin Anderson has a plan for everything.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Showing up on Rory’s doorstep is the most adventurous thing Justin’s ever done. He’s lowkey sick with nerves, but knowing Rory’s there makes it all worth it. Until he finds out Rory has a boyfriend. Which was never part of the plan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Suddenly Justin’s back to his usual game of second guessing everything, including Rory’s flirting and Micah’s lingering looks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When Micah’s childhood haunt is set to be torn down, the three of them join forces to try to save the historic building. But will the teamwork add cracks to an already unstable friendship, or bring them closer than they ever imagined?</span></div>
Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-39492984052988995042020-04-23T16:13:00.001+01:002020-04-23T16:13:59.345+01:00A Dark Fairytale<span style="font-size: large;">My fairytale trilogy is a very new project. The first book is currently being edited, and I have no date, as yet, for release. I'm three-quarters of the way through the third book and the fourth is brewing. I thought I might share a few snippets here and there to whet your appetite for an entirely new and experimental fairytale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a brief background...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tay is a sixteen-year-old boy who had his life turned upside down when a fairy called Willow turned up and told him he was a fairy prince and had to go back with him to save the fae world from demons. Cale is Tay's best friend who was possessed by a demon, and buzzers are...well, to everyone else in Faerie buzzers are annoyances, like clouds of flies who live only to annoy. They are brushed aside and barely tolerated. They are not considered to be <i>people</i> at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh my God. They’re comforting you. They know you’re
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watched Cale with the buzzers. He was smiling softly, his eyes closed and his
lips parted. He seemed a lot more relaxed than Tay had seen him since it all
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rested on the bridge. Startled, he jumped and the buzzer flew up, but settled
again straight away. Tay leaned down to bring his face close to the buzzer. It
was a woman, less than two inches high, with beautiful, pale blue iridescent
wings, more like butterfly wings than dragonfly wings. Long golden hair fell
loose over a flowing blue dress and there was a tiny garland of flowers around
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Aren’t you afraid of the demon?” The buzzer tossed her head
in a silent snort, then shook her head. “Thank you. He’s feeling very alone.”
Tay looked up to find Cale absorbed in watching the buzzers, with a bright
smile on his face. The buzzers seemed to be playing with him, teasing, pulling
his hair and flying away, or rubbing themselves against his cheek in a
comforting manner.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">The buzzer flew up and hovered in front of Tay’s eyes,
almost standing on the tip of his nose. He drew back his head when his eyes
crossed, but the buzzer followed, so he stopped and let it flutter in front of
his face. He didn’t know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t to be
blasted between the eyes by what felt like a bolt of lightning. With a cry, he
stumbled backwards and landed on his bottom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">A flash of white appeared in the corner of his fizzing
vision and the buzzers rose in an angry cloud as Willow appeared, waving his
arms and threatening dire vengeance.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are you alright?” Tay blinked and found Willow
crouching beside him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I…um…yeah. I think so.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What happened?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t know. I was talking to a buzzer and she… I
don’t know. I </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">think she hit me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You were talking to a buzzer?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Kind of.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">A groan drew Tay’s attention to Cale, who was flat on
his back. He pushed Willow aside to crawl to his friend.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Cale, are you okay?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cale seemed totally dazed as he blinked up at Tay.
“Aw,” he said in a small, trembling voice. “What did they do to me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Pretty much the same as they did to me, I think,” Tay
said, allowing Willow to help him up, then holding out his hand to Cale.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t understand,” Willow said. “As far as I’m
aware, buzzers have never done anything like that before.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t think she meant to hurt me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“They what do you think she meant? To telepathically
converse?” </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tay opened his mouth to answer before he realized Willow was being
sarcastic.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“We’re sorry.” Tay jumped and looked over his
shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What’s wrong?” Willow asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“That voice. It startled me. Where did it come from?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What voice.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“The one that said ‘sorry’,” Cale said. “Where do you
think it came from?” He pointed to a spot above Tay’s head. When Tay looked up
he saw the tiny woman he’d been talking to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Did you speak?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, Lord.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chapter Fifteen<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Did you hear that?” Tay asked.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I did,” Cale said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I heard nothing,” Willow said.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“That must be what they did to us, blasted the ability
to understand their language into our heads. Can you do it to Willow, too?” Tay
asked the little fairy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He is not our Lord. He is not kind to us like you
are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Well, Cale isn’t your Lord either and he’s not been
particularly nice. Not that he’s been nasty either,” he added hastily at Cale’s
indignant glare.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He is Lord’s friend and he is hurting bad. We want to
help him; help Lord.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“That makes sense, I guess, but Willow is my friend,
too. He’s my protector.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Is he worthy? Does he have a gentle heart?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t know that his heart is very gentle; he’s a
deadly killer. Can </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">killers have gentle hearts? But he is lonely. People are
afraid of him so he doesn’t have many friends. It would be nice for him to be </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">friends with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Oh no. Spare me. Please.” Willow rolled his eyes, but
a tiny smile tugged the corners of his mouth and he stood still as the buzzers
swarmed. They patted his face and pulled his hair and then, when he didn’t slap
at them, they zapped him. Willow didn’t fall as Tay and Cale had, but he did
reel against the parapet and shook his head to clear it, looking as dazed as
they had been at first. The buzzers flew up in a cloud, giggling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He is sworn to protect you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Until we return to…um….” Tay struggled to remember
the name Willow had used, “the Queen.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Heart’s Home,” Willow supplied.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, that’s it. He’ll protect us until we’re
safely…um…home.” He had a lot of difficulty saying that word. As if anywhere
he’d never even been could be home. Still, he’d probably better start getting
used to it. It’s not as if he had much choice and it wasn’t going to do anyone
any good if he pissed of his…the Queen and princesses. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">He guessed they could
make his life a misery.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You are going on another journey. You seek help for
your friend.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes. His name is Cale.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Are we permitted to use it?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Of course you are,” Cale said. “In fact, it will be a
relief that someone does. Most people seem to want to call me ‘demon kin’, as
if that’s all I am.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“We don’t fear demons. They cannot hurt us.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“That’s true,” Willow said, in a thoughtful voice.
“I’ve never heard of a buzzer being possessed.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Do you know how to protect yourself from demon
possession? Do you know how I can protect myself?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, Lord.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Waves of relief washed over Tay. At least that would
be one huge thing to cross off his list of worries.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Can you teach me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“No, Lord,” the buzzer said, looking sad.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“But you said….”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“We know how, but we cannot teach you how.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I don’t understand. Why can’t you teach me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“It is not something that can be taught. It is
something that has to </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">be found.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Okay, where do I find it then?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Inside you.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Whether it's a fairy rising in a cloud of fairy dust from a flower, or a water elemental dancing on a fountain. Whether a gnarled gnome gazing out of a window in the bark of a tree, or an alluring naiad beckoning from a forest glade. Fantasy sets the mind free and allows it to create the most wonderful creatures in mind-bending environments.<br />
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I have rarely tried my hand at fantasy, and what I have written was purely experimental. The one book I have published that is fantasy in any form, even though grounded in the <i>real </i>world (a fairy who crosses into our world with comic and tragic results) is <a href="https://ninestarpress.com/product/fairies-at-the-bottom-of-the-garden/">Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden</a> which is currently on sale with NineStar Press.<br />
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I had never written a full-on fantasy and thought I never would. Then Willow hit me between the eyes, and I agreed to try a fairytale (a dark fairytale of course). It was supposed to have been one book, just to see if I could get into that mindset. That one book turned into two. Now I'm on the third with a possible fourth coming along.<br />
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So what is the appeal of fantasy? For me, it's the ability to let loose and throw off the conventions and limits I usually impose on myself. Want people to fly? Easy? Want a castle to be built on the back of a sleeping dragon? Of course - although there are consequences when the dragon awakens. Want all fire to be alive? Why wouldn't you?<br />
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I can create and destroy entire races, with their own characteristics, voices and stories. I can have people possessed by demons, meeting skink wizards and double-ended snakes, or read by flying winged panthers. And the character options are endless. I have an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy, in love with an air elemental, who had a fling with the High King of the fae, who is almost a hundred-thousand years old (due to an accident of time), looks like he's twenty and wears outlandish clothes that mix various centuries with modern. His favourite apparel is brocade frock coats in various pastel shades, paired with tight leather trousers. He's an arrogant son-of-a-bitch but he's going to save the world - possibly.<br />
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I am having so much fun writing this, but I have to keep a tight set of notes, to remember what creatures go where and where all the fairy villages are, not to mention what powers are being awakened and how they can be applied.<br />
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What's the point of this post? Okay, a little bit is to promote my own works (watch out for the Dark Fairytale series coming very soon from eXtasy) but also to encourage you all to dream of fairies and dragons and to bring your dreams to life on the page. I look forward to reading them.Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-64469428810772077172020-04-08T02:00:00.001+01:002020-04-08T02:00:20.111+01:00New Release. Pirates of Romance by Asta Idonea.<br />
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<br />Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-45475424807653203252020-03-12T12:34:00.001+00:002020-03-12T12:34:32.339+00:00Lost in the Wilderness Of Marketing and Promotion. Are Publishers Helping?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the past few years, many small presses have got into severe difficulties or even closed, and I've been wondering why. I don't think it can be blamed on a shrinking market, because from what I've seen the market is not shrinking. In fact, I see new authors every day.<br />
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I also see many posts, articles etc that suggest many authors, new and existing, are struggling with marketing and promotion. It is a problem that spans genre and is prevalent in all shades of the rainbow. New authors, in particular, struggle. Those, like me, with added difficulties, are entirely lost.<br />
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As an autistic author, I cannot possibly navigate social media, let alone excel in such things as blogs, websites and promotional campaigns.<br />
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This brings me back to publishers. What are they doing to help their struggling authors? With some exceptions, from what I can see, very little. Sure, we get editing and book covers - which vary vastly in quality and some promotion around a book release, but by and large, it appears they focus most of their marketing expertise and resources on established and/or successful authors. What assistance can be found, is impersonal, often handing out information-heavy, non-personal leaflets or handbooks, instead of being individual to the abilities and needs of each particular author - individualized marketing plans, for example.<br />
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The marketing model of focussing resources at the top of the pyramid, ultimately don't work. By throwing almost everything you have on the top of the food chain, the highly successful authors, who often have little interest in, no time for, and even derision for their lowly brethren, they are setting themselves up to fail.<br />
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In my opinion, the highly successful authors require the least effort, resources and energy as they already have momentum and an extensive fan base. The real value for a publisher lies in the small fry. By boosting them, and helping them become successful and well known they are ensuring more revenue (as the top tier will still be generating the same) and evening out, or even reversing the pyramid. At the very least, they will be bringing in more money because they have a greater number of successful authors.<br />
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Am I saying this because I am still a little autistic fish swimming in a huge neurotypical pond? Maybe, and maybe I'm looking at it from a different viewpoint as autistic minds tend to take different paths than neurotypicals. Also, I am not a business person, never will be and have no desire to try to be, as the anxiety simply isn't worth it. I simply know that whatever is happening appears to not be working.<br />
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Another thought. With so many authors struggling, a publisher offering an individualized, custom marketing package would surely attract a lot of interest, and perhaps become a market leader in promoting a practical, working model for success.<br />
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Or maybe I'm just talking out of my ar... discontent.Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-29220333792170425792020-03-04T13:51:00.000+00:002020-03-04T13:51:31.348+00:00Re Release: Innocense and Carnality by J Alan Veerkamp<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">It was a difficult decision to self-pub my book. Pulling my
rights back after Dreamspinner Press’ lack of payment—I’ve been paid only
approximately 10% of everything they owe me—was one of the hardest things I’d
ever done. The financial trouble they were having only came to light for me
after I & C originally released last year.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">I wanted to believe they were making strides to make things
right. Pay back past due royalties, rebuild author relationships, and get back
to proper business. Dreamspinner was one of the big boys, so of course things
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I barely wrote last year. Another author had gotten legal advice and shared how
if Dreamspinner went bankrupt (which was a definite possibility) the contract
language to revert rights wouldn’t supersede bankruptcy law when they seized
assets. For a publisher, assets are the books. I wasn’t going to lose my book
for however long it took for the courts to unwind the mess we were in, so I
asked for my rights back in December.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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available to read through Kindle Unlimited, or you can purchase your own ebook
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The gilded cage of propriety where Nathan grew up as a member of the Deilian
aristocracy became a true prison when, at fifteen, his homosexuality came to
light and created a terrible scandal. His parents see only one way to preserve
their reputation amongst the other noble families: fit Nathan with a chastity
belt to increase his value to a potential partner and marry him off as soon as
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The recipient of that prize is Lord Rother Marsh Delaga III. After a hasty
wedding, Rother whisks Nathan away to the strange and seductive land of
Marisol, where Nathan will begin a new life, free to explore the pleasures of
the marriage bed, though his life is still not his own.<br />
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But Rother’s Delaga House is a place of secrets, dangers, and depravity Nathan
can scarcely comprehend. Where friends are few and peril waits around every
corner, Nathan must employ all the manipulation he learned from high society,
along with his talent for clockwork. Most of all, Nathan must adapt, compromise
to survive, and cast off the preconceptions of his homeland.<br />
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let go of his innate passion for storytelling, wanting to write and draw comic
books when he grew up. Once he discovered M/M fiction, a whole new world opened
filled with possibilities. Why couldn’t you have fantastic and dynamic sexy
tales with an M/M cast? He started reading the online tales of authors like
Night Tempest, Rob Colton, and Alicia Nordwell, which only fueled his need to
create. Eventually he found</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span><strong style="font-size: 16pt;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">GayAuthors.org</span></strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;">, and with a little coercive nudge,
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shay Maloney is living his dream—on tour with his
pirate/folk-rock band. But you can’t know where you’re going until you know
where you’re from, and that’s where moody filmmaker and researcher Ollie
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The band’s management persuades Shay to let a television company film a
documentary about his roots beyond his adoptive Irish family, and Ollie comes
into his life knowing more about Shay than Shay’s ever known about himself.<br />
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But while Ollie holds the key to Shay’s past, he’s also hiding deep scars. Even
as the hardships of the tour bring them closer, Ollie’s demons threaten the
blossoming romance. They might both reach the breaking point before Ollie
realises he’s been standing on the edge of the world for too long, and it’s
Shay who holds the key to his future.<br />
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<i>A friends-to-lovers, rock star, road-tripping romance, with a guaranteed
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flawed book. There’s plenty to pick apart, comment on and explore. With a good
book, it’s harder because what more can you say than it was flawlessly written,
and I loved it. Well, I’ll give it a try.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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series and nothing I’ve read since has disappointed. The author has a knack for
writing flawed but beautiful characters that are so easy to slip into. Ash from
<i>Roads</i> is a character that has lived with me for years, and I think both
Shay and Ollie will be joining him on the list of characters who have taken
over my life for the time I’ve been reading them, and beyond.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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faults in grammar, style or editing. That might have been because I was so
enthralled by the story but if there are small flaws, I’m sure any reader who
notices would forgive just because the story and these characters are so
absorbing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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journey of amazing scope. Ollie has been researching Shay’s past and the story
of his ancestors takes us all over Europe and through many trials and traumas.
Through it all is their own story of heartbreak and recovery, which is slow but
steady.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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meant for each but keep bouncing back and forth between attraction and
rejection, for whatever reason, it can be frustrating. You can find yourself
metaphorically yelling at the page <i>for God’s sake just get over it and get
together</i>. In this case there was less frustration and more
heart-in-the-mouth praying that this time they’d get over their hurdles and
allow themselves to be together. I’ve rarely read two characters with so much
personal growth. The Ollie and Shay we end up with are not the Ollie and Shay
we were introduced to and the journey has been one partly spent together and
partly on their own. It wasn’t an easy one, but true self-development never is,
and these boys have a lot to get through and get over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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time. As usual Garett Leigh does not disappoint. When you pick up a Garrett
Leigh book you know you’re going to get a gritty, earthy, well told story about
characters who bite back. This one is not the exception. I heartily recommend
to anyone who wants something beyond the <i>fluffy bunny</i> romance with
characters who grip you by the throat and don’t let go until four a.m. when you
have work the next day and finally run out of <i>just one more </i>pages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With their extreme ideas about traditional Ojibway life, the radical Kabatay clan have made enemies in their fight to rid the reserve of Western culture and its religion. Disowned by her family for daring to love the church deacon’s eldest son, Jude, Raven Kabatay longs to put an end to the feud started by her mother, brother, and sisters against the Matawapits…people she’s come to think of as her own since Jude changed her life. </span></div>
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I read that my favourite romance author, the late Johanna Lindsey, unwound after turning in her manuscript by playing a video game for twelve hours. For me, it’s golf. Since I live in a seasonal climate, I can’t very well golf in the winter haha. So I record my golf tournaments (I watch the PGA, European, and Asian tours), sit back, relax, and watch. Okay, not watch. I get a bit crazed, heh.</div>
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I play fantasy golf, so I make my picks every Tuesday morning. Come Thursday, I begin watching to see how my picks are doing. And I get too involved LOL, whining when my picks are playing poorly, hissing if my fave golfers aren’t making birdies, and some ranting if an easy putt is missed. Yes, I get worked up watching golf, but it’s a fun worked up because I enjoy the game.</div>
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When the majors are airing, my writing wanes LOL, because those are four special times of the year that are must-watches. Y’see, sometimes I do watch golf while I’m writing. I’m doing that right now. The Sentry Tournament of Champions is on, and I’m multi-tasking because I’m writing this blog post. I always stop writing when a golfer is making a shot. If it’s a golfer I’m not a fan of, I keep typing haha.</div>
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Thank you, Maggie. I can't say that I have any interest in golf myself, I have no interest in any sport to be honest, but it's great you have a hobby to help you unwind and to remind you that there is more than writing out there. For myself, I favour the playing games for twelve hours approach, whether they be computer or tabletop.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After suffering a humiliating divorce, infuriated Catholic Jude Matawapit bolts to his family’s Ojibway community to begin a new job—but finds himself thrown into a battle for chief as his brother-in-law’s campaign manager. The radical Kabatay clan, with their extreme ideas about traditional Ojibway life, will stop at nothing to claim the leadership position and rid the reserve of Western culture and its religion once and for all, which threatens not only the non-traditional people of the community, but Jude’s chance at a brand-new life he’s creating for his children. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Recovering addict Raven Kabatay will do anything to win the respect and trust of her older siblings and mother after falling deep into drug addiction that brought shame and anger to her family. Not only does she have the opportunity to redeem herself by becoming her brother’s campaign manager for chief—if he wins, she’ll have the reserve’s backing to purchase the gold-mine diner where she works, finally making something of herself. But falling in love with the family’s sworn enemy—the deacon’s eldest son, Jude—will not just betray the Kabatay clan. It could destroy everything Raven believes in and has worked so hard for. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bridget Matawapit is an Indigenous activist, daughter of a Catholic deacon, and foster mother to Kyle, the son of an Ojibway father—the ex-fiancé she kicked to the curb after he chose alcohol over her love. With Adam out on parole and back in Thunder Bay, she is determined to stop him from obtaining custody of Kyle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Adam Guimond is a recovering alcoholic and ex-gangbanger newly-paroled. Through counselling, reconnecting with his Ojibway culture and twelve-step meetings while in prison, Adam now understands he’s worthy of the love that frightened him enough to pick up the bottle he’d previously corked. He can't escape the damage he caused so many others, but he longs to rise like a true warrior in the pursuit of forgiveness and a second chance. There's nothing he isn't willing to do to win back his son--and Bridget.</span></div>
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For almost a year, we have been playing a D&D campaign with friends. It takes place in a Kingdom called Domaria, as set out in the map. We have visited the College of Wizards, the Monastery of the Heavens and the Evergrow Forrest, where we aided an elven revolution, and are currently in, or rather under, the Broken Mountain.<br />
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The campaign became so rich and coherent, turning into an epic story, I decided why not write it as a story? Every week at our session, I make notes and write them up as a novel, which is currently in its third volume.<br />
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My next step is to publish the first volume "Wraeth and the Goddess of Chaos" - yeah, we accidentally unleashed Belladonna, the Goddess of Chaos on the world - as an ebook. This is my current fun project. At this point, it's proving difficult to get the entire party to agree (take that as read) on the first book, but it's coming.<br />
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In celebration of our great endeavour, both in Domaria and here, I am giving away a set of D&D dice to anyone who comments below. It would be nice if the comment were D&D related, but anything will do, even Hi.<br />
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Happy adventuring friends.Nephy's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677130973931453911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167020347268163535.post-91914796007770469962020-01-28T13:54:00.000+00:002020-01-28T13:57:12.092+00:00REVIEW A Not So Typical Love by Tristen Rowen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jordan Cameron is not like most nineteen-year-olds. He’s never been on a date, he’s never left New England, and he’s never fallen in love. He lives in his own world, or so that's what it seems to the average person. No one, not even his thirty-one-year-old brother, Tim, has ever given him the chance to break free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jordan does not have a formal diagnosis of autism, but he is most certainly autistic. Both myself and my children are autistic and I identify with so many characteristics. At one time or another, one of us has experienced all of the difficulties Jordan does, although, thankfully, not quite as bad as his ultimate meltdown. It's come close though. The selective mutism, in particular, is something that is very familiar to all of us, as is the difficulty in handling small changes to routine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I loved the way the relationship developed so slowly and naturally and the multiple music references added richness. Basically, Jamie and Jordan bonded over the music. Music is extremely important to Jordan as it reminds him of a time when his mother was involved in the family, and they were happy. Now, she's in a nursing home, entirely cut off from reality, not responding to either of her sons. Jordan's mother was heavily into punk music and her tastes were pretty awesome. I'm not entirely sure how younger people would react to the music, but it was my era and my tastes so I absolutely loved the blast from the past and I would play the song as it was mentioned. It made the reading experience so much richer and I can recommend it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jamie and Jordan's journey is so touching and well written. They are both ordinary, yet extraordinary young men and I felt for both of them, wanting them to win, to find their happily ever after. There were times when I couldn't quite see how that was going to happen, but the author was masterful in his crafting of situations that brought the impossible into the probable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Both characters went through a lot of growth, but Jordan was truly inspirational to those who, like my family, are used to hearing all the things we can't do. It's nice to see someone saying - this is what you can achieve if you work hard enough and want it badly enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was a time when society decreed that people with a "mental handicap" (which autism no longer is but that's not the point) should have sexual relationships and especially not children. Well, I am a former solicitor with two wonderful children. My daughter is a nurse in a long term relationship, with a house, a car and all the trappings of "normal" life. My son is at university and is going to do great things.</span><br />
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He should never have gone running that afternoon—not with the roads so treacherous, and certainly not without checking his phone was charged. Then again, if there’s one thing seventeen-year-old Jason Connor is famous for, besides being the star of his cross country team, it’s his impulsiveness. So, when an injured ankle leaves him stranded in the woods with no means of calling for aid, it isn’t the first time a rash decision has led him into trouble. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> As dusk approaches, Jason believes his situation can’t get any worse…until rescue arrives in the form of Tarek Bahrani—beautiful, infuriating, and the very last person Jason would choose to find him sprawled in the mud. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The two have been enemies since clashing at the Brookshire County Championships, but while Taz is a constant reminder of Jason’s biggest mistake, he might just be the only one who can help him put things right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My head snaps up and I strain my ears to listen. Footsteps. Not the hurried, uneven footsteps of someone fleeing a pursuer, but the measured pace of a serious jogger. My heart high-jumps into my throat, then drops in an ungainly tumble to my stomach. God, not him. Please let it be anyone else but him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Even as the prayer forms in my mind, I know it’s hopeless. I grind my teeth, frustrated at my own impotence, and watch for the figure to come into view. There’s only one person around here dedicated enough to be out running with the clouds about to burst, and it also happens to be the last person in the world I’d choose to find me on my backside in the mud. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Catching sight of me, he slows to a halt a few paces away. He brushes the dark curls off his sweaty forehead and raises an eyebrow. “Jason Connor. Fancy meeting you here.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I glare up at him, summoning all the venom I can muster whilst in a crumpled heap on the ground. Christ, of all the residents of Oakmere who might have stumbled across me, why did it have to be him? Tarek Bloody Bahrani. Beautiful, infuriating Taz. My nemesis. The one boy who has seen me at my worst.
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Born in 1982, Jamie Deacon lives close to the River Thames in Berkshire, England, and is a full-time author of young adult fiction featuring characters across the gender and sexuality spectrums.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Project X follows three boys - Matthew, Morgan and Cory - through university and then to hell and back. May I present an interview with the trio of...friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> (gives a nervous glance to Morgan, who shrugs) Um. Well. The first time we met was when me and Cory were visiting the university for the first time. To be honest, I didn’t really want to go there. I thought the place would be full of snobs. Then I saw Morgan with these three nobs, complaining about the gravel ruining their designer shoes, and I thought they were pretty much the worst people I could hope to meet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> It didn’t help that Morgan had this gorgeous, shiny, sports car, and parked it next to our piece of crap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> Hey, don’t talk about Ellie like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> That’s what we called the car.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> Because it looked like a herd of elephants had gone over it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> It’s alright for you! We saved up for almost a year to afford that car. It was our most prized possession, and the way you looked at it on that day made me want to smash your face in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan:</span> Glad you didn’t try. I would have hated scuffing my shoes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> See? That’s one of the reasons I thought he was a complete bastard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> No, because he’s a sarcastic son of a bitch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan: </span>Guilty as charged.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> (looks uncomfortable) I kind of knew from the very first day that he liked Matthew. There was just something in the look he gave him. Then I watched them. Matthew kept saying what a bastard Morgan was, but he kind of lit up whenever Morgan was in the room. He said he hated the way everyone ran around Morgan, and he would never do it himself, but he never took his eyes off him. By the middle of the first year I knew they were falling for each other, hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> Now, hang on a minute. I SO did not fall for Morgan in the first year. It wasn’t until he started acting like, well, kind of a human being I started having feelings for him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan:</span> And I certainly wasn’t falling for Matthew. I wanted him, but I wasn’t falling for him. Until then, I got whoever I wanted. I was looking for someone with some brains in their head and a real personality. And yes, I wanted someone who would piss my father off, but I wasn’t falling for him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> They were crazy about each other.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> Whatever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory: </span>(flashes a quick, sad glance at Matthew) Terrible. The worst thing was, I knew I couldn’t stop it. Matthew was always adamant he wasn’t gay. He told me that if he ever thought he might be, or was just…curious, he’d come to me first. (Flashes another look) It isn’t that I was pissed he didn’t come to me first, it was just…. I’ve had a crush on Matthew since I was about eight years old. It was okay when I thought he was straight. I couldn’t have him. End of. It wasn’t about me. Then, when I saw him start to fall for Morgan, and he was so blind about it, I started to wonder. Maybe, if he was gay, I’d have a chance. If he was looking at Morgan like that I might be able to make him look at me like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Question:</span> Did you do anything about it? Anything to try to make Matthew look at you like that?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> (shakes his head) No</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Cory:</span> It was already too late. He was already in love with Morgan. He didn’t have eyes for anyone else.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew</span>: I was not in love with Morgan. I was never in love with Morgan.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan: </span>Really? It kind of felt like that to me by the end. I mean…you did say it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> (blushes) That was different. Of course I was in love with you by the end. We’d been through so much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan:</span> Yeah.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan: </span>Well, it’s not easy, but the main reason is that if we talk about it and give away too much of the plot and no one will read our book.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Question</span>: Ah yes, the book. Project X. What do you have to say about that?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> I think it’s pretty good. It tells the story well, but if you ask me, it shows Morgan in too good a light, especially at the beginning. It just doesn’t show what a complete and utter bastard he was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan:</span> I beg to differ. The very first line is ‘Morgan Bentley is a bastard’ You can’t really get clearer than that. Besides, I never was that much of a bastard. Not really. I had my own issues. And I did try to be friendly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan: </span>(with the sexiest smirk ever) What can I say. I guess I am a bit of a sarcastic bastard, but I’m a very sexy one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew:</span> I can’t argue with that, and to be fair, I never said you weren’t sexy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan:</span> True.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Question:</span> So, back to the book. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Morgan: </span>Sure, but just so we don’t give away too much, let’s just leave it to the general promo huh? If you want to get to know us better and hear our crazy story, you’ll just have to read the book. It’s worth it, I promise, if only to find out how devastatingly gorgeous I am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Matthew</span>: And I can’t even argue about that.</span></div>
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