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Friday, December 15, 2017

Fire and Flint - Love Those Cops in Carlisle

I live in Carlisle, the real Carlisle and I love this town.  Its historic with great shops, interesting and caring people.  It's a medium sized town that feels like a smaller town.  I've lived in the real Carlisle for 14 years and I'm just starting to feel like I really fit in with people whose families have lived here for generations.  Not that I've ever felt unwelcome.  Just like it takes time to build a community, it also takes time to fit into one.  I like to think of these stories as an extended love story for my home town.


Jordan Erichsohn suspects something is rotten about his boss, Judge Crawford. Unfortunately he has nowhere to turn and doubts anyone will believe his claims—least of all the handsome deputy, Pierre Ravelle, who has been assigned to protect the judge after he received threatening letters. The judge has a long reach, and if he finds out Jordan’s turned on him, he might impede Jordan adopting his son, Jeremiah.

When Jordan can no longer stay silent, he gathers his courage and tells Pierre what he knows. To his surprise and relief, Pierre believes him, and Jordan finds an ally… and maybe more. Pierre vows to do what it takes to protect Jordan and Jeremiah and see justice done. He’s willing to fight for the man he’s growing to love and the family he’s starting to think of as his own. But Crawford is a powerful and dangerous enemy, and he’s not above ripping apart everything Jordan and Pierre are trying to build in order to save himself….

Purchase from Dreamspinner Press:  https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/fire-and-flint-by-andrew-grey-9126-b


Andrew Grey is the author of nearly 100 works of Contemporary Gay Romantic fiction. After 27 years in corporate America, he has now settled down in Central Pennsylvania with his husband Dominic and his laptop. An interesting ménage. Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and now writes full time. Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

The Lady Train.(Brides of the West Book 16) Coming Soon

The shooting practice helped. In a couple of weeks, the women hadn't gotten better. It lifted their spirits how Cully bragged on them, all but Abby.
The countryside was more barren now, but still the trail was easy to follow with a minimum of trouble for Cully.
Slim had surprised Cully. He was very good with the gun.
"Where'd you learn to shoot so well, Slim?" he asked him a few days later.
"My Pa taught me. He said you gotta learn to shoot else you could get killed fast, protecting your land."
"He's right about that." Cully nodded.
But they were getting closer to the fort now and a cat had been following along, Slim had alerted Cully to it. The animals were restless, being stirred up at night by the cat calls.
"Yeah, I heard him last night. I want us to take turns at night, he's after the stock, and he could come pretty close to the wagons, so one man will have to be on watch until we get to the fort." Cully told the men that same day. The men agreed.
But two nights later, Cully had been scouting around to try to find the cat. He was having no luck when he finally came back to camp.
Johnny came up to him, "Miss Abby's gone."
"Gone, gone where?" Cully asked, his attention glued to Johnny now.
"She went after some water, but she hasn't come back, Slim tried to find her, there was no trace."
"All of you keep your eyes out for that damned cat. I'll go look for her." Cully sounded disgusted. "She should know better than to go wandering around."
Slim came up to him, "She didn't wander around, the water pail she took is at the riverbed. But there is no sign of her."
The fact that she could be in real danger sent a cold chill through him.
Determined to find her and get her back to camp, he told the boys to keep the gossip down, he didn't want anyone to start fretting about that damned cat.
He traced her tracks to the riverbed. He saw the pail lying there. He wouldn't allow himself to think she might have run into that cat herself. But a cold chill ran up his spine.
"Miss Abby?" he called out.
Nothing.
He moved down the river's edge. Surely, she hadn't fallen in and drown?
"Miss Abby?" he called again.
Nothing.
Then he heard a rustle in the trees and looked up. There was the cat, licking his lips and staring through the darkness at him. He could see the sparkle in his eyes and meeting his glare he stared for a second before he cocked his gun.
The cat hissed angrily.
He aimed his gun and the shot rang out, and Abby jumped from a high limp, just a couple of branches higher than the cat had been, right into his lap as she knocked him to the ground. "Oh my God, I thought he was going to kill you!" she cried, laying her cheek gently against his, her breath tickling his ear.
He was alerted in more ways than one, but she'd never know it. Control was what he needed around Miss Abby.
Her body was on top of his and awareness shot through him like a hot branding iron, as he tried to recover from the shock of her jumping into his arms. Her cheek was against his, and his arms went protectively around her, instinctively "Are you alright," he managed to ask with a rather husky voice.
"I-I…yes, I'm fine," she pulled herself up, and for a second their eyes met. The urge to kiss her nearly overtook his better judgement. Instead, his hand reached to touch her cheek, softly. Like gentling a wild animal her eyes went from surprise to whimsical at his mere touch. He was so damned happy she was alright and the relief that flooded him, made him almost angry at himself. He certainly wanted to touch more than her cheek, but good sense prevailed. He couldn't get involved with her. He knew that.  But the awareness on her face told him she was feeling more than a little vulnerable, herself. Something, in her eyes softened, just for a second. He frowned, and she jumped to her feet.
It was apparent she was embarrassed, now.
He got up, recovering quickly.
She brushed her clothes off, "I've been in that tree forever, it seems." She didn't look at him now, but concentrated on composure.
"Cat's climb too," he smiled.
Pink faced she frowned, "Yes, well, I'm aware of that now. Although, I didn't think a cat that big would climb."
Cully glanced at the cat, it was huge, and he could easily see how a cat that size would scare anyone. "Are you hurt—anywhere?"
"Just my confidence is damaged." Still dusting herself off, she stopped and eyed him, "No, I don't think so."
"Good. We better get back now. I'm sure the others heard that shot." Cully informed her.
She nodded.
He took her arm and held onto her as they walked back to camp. A couple of times he almost hesitated to stop and take her into his arms. Damn, that cat had shaken her badly, he could feel her shaking through her hands but she was doing her best to be brave. He had to admire her for that. No, he couldn't take her in his arms and kiss her like he wanted to. She was after all a mail-order bride. He had no right to her. But the fact that he wanted to, stuck in his mind a while.
As soon as everyone surrounded them, he let her go.
"You got him?" Johnny yelled.
"Yeah, kind of surprised me too." Cully smiled.
"Where did you find Miss Abigail?"
"In the same tree as the cat." He almost laughed but seeing her brow arch, he didn't. "I didn't see her until she jumped right on top of me."
"You mean she was trying to get away from the cat all this time?" One of the women came closer to her. "You poor little thing. You must have had a real fright."
"A little. I didn't think a cat that size would try to climb a tree." She managed to say.
"Glad you are alright." All the men told her.
"Yes, I'm fine…thanks to our Mr. Cully." she exclaimed as the women all walked off with her, she told her tale. She did look over her shoulder at him as they walked away.
And damned if he didn't stare after her too!
"Well that's one less thing to worry about." Johnny told him.
"Yeah. From now on, when a woman leaves camp for anything, we need to escort them."
Johnny nodded. "Except when they bath or tend to private things."
"We'll be at the fort soon and they can bath there." Cully told him.
"Right."
From that moment on, things seemed different for Cully. Being around Abby made him so aware of her and she seemed almost as tense as he was.
What had happened wasn't anything to worry about. He hadn't done the wrong thing. He resisted temptation and survived, but the strain between them magnified and Cully didn't know how to restore the balance.

It was like a fine, thin rope between them. Any minute, it might break.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Danger, suspense, romance...and a hero to die for - FORBIDDEN DESIRE #TinaDonahueBooks #PiratesPrizeSeries #EroticHistorical #Pirates #LushTropicalIsle #Danger #Suspense

Forbidden Desire book 3 in my Pirate's Prize series is out - yay!

Erotic Historical - Menage - Pirates - Lush Tropical Isle

Danger, suspense, romance...and a hero to die for...



Blurb:

In paradise, the only limits to passion lie in your imagination . . .

After a life filled with hardship, landing on a lush tropical isle is heaven on earth for mariner Heath Garrison. And it comes complete with two angels who bring out the very devil in him. Identical twins Netta and Aimee are guileless and seductive, living and loving without jealousy. Days of longing, nights of carnal bliss make choosing one over the other seem impossible, but hungering for both sisters is taboo.

Aimee and Netta’s devotion to each other helped them survive the vicious pirates who overran their home. Will a virile Englishman come between them now? When their enemies return, determined to vanquish the islanders for good, Heath races to save them along with his countrymen. But survival will bring a choice—between the life Heath has known, and a love that changes all their destinies . . .





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Monday, December 11, 2017

The Latest Book – A Promotion Distraction

In recent months, I have posted several excerpts from my latest book, Ordinary People; Extraordinary Lives, on this blog. That Great Depression/WW II story is 100% true. Today I am preparing an upcoming presentation of that book for the Belton and Temple, Texas, libraries. I thought it would be good to bring a few copies of my other books along during that presentation, just for interest. When I pulled out The Training Bra (which is 100% untrue), I realized I had not promoted that book in many months, yet it is outrageously funny.

The Training Bra is one of four paranormal comedies written around a quirky main character called Miss Havana. All four novels provide a glimpse into Miss Havana’s life before and after her death. They also reveal her interaction with the devil and other heinous characters in her afterlife. In The Substitute, Miss Havana bests the devil and takes over “below.” Most people feel bad for Old Nick as she steamrolls him. In Oh, Heavens, Miss Havana!, she self-identifies as the Angel of Death and wreaks havoc on “the surface” until called to the woodshed by God. In The Training Bra, Miss Havana continues her comical exploits by harassing the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And finally, in The Trophy Wife, she redeems herself through some uncharacteristic actions … and becomes God’s trophy. Although the novels are written as a series, each book stands alone as a complete story.
 
I’ve been neglectful, and it’s just not right to let the comical exploits of Miss Havana go un-promoted. Therefore, I offer the following excerpt. In the scene below, the devil and Miss Havana are being held captive in hell by the current absolute ruler—their own daughter, Lilith. Although Miss Havana and the devil hate each other, they agree to a night of “trust building” before attempting to usurp Lilith’s authority.
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In the morning, I sit on the edge of the bed scratching my overused boys while my mind screams for coffee. It will take some time to tell whether the night with my ex was worth the effort. All I can say for sure is the sex was okay and I didn’t have to pay for it, although I’m a little ashamed because I violated one of my personal rules—never sleep with anyone crazier than me. I also know Miss Havana violated one of her basic tenets—anything worth doing is worth doing for money. Perhaps that’s the reason we were able to devise a plan for dealing with Lilith. We both gave up something—the essence of compromise.
The plan is risky, but hey, in our situation, doing nothing is risky. When I hear the weirdwolves whine—a sure sign Lilith is approaching—I poke Miss Havana in the butt to wake her, remove my collar from her ankle and put it back on my neck. I stare into Miss Havana’s beautiful amber eyes, and remember quite clearly what I saw in her when we first met. “It’s been fun; now it’s show time.”
She nods and then gives me a bite on the cheek. “For luck.”
The moment we step into the hallway, I grab her by the hair and fling her tumbling violently toward the living room. I make a running pounce at her, landing with a thud on her struggling body. We thrash about on the floor, and I notice a look of delight creep across Lilith’s face when she enters the room.
Miss Havana rolls us in Lilith’s direction and appears to jam her finger on the button at the back of my collar. I go into convulsions, jerking and pissing all over the place as Miss Havana jumps up and begins kicking and stomping me.
Lilith throws up her hands in an obvious display of pleasure, and in that moment of her distraction, carried away with utter delight, I rip the collar off my neck, snap it around her ankle and press the button on the controller. Lilith’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open as my collar snugs up like a coiling boa into an ankle bracelet, and then unleashes the power of hell on her lower leg.
She drops like a duck hit with a ten gauge and, before she stops twitching from her massive jolt, I grab the controller for Miss Havana’s collar from her robe pocket. Every moment is critical now. I can’t stop pressing the controller button, lest Lilith gain her wits and strike back. I hope the damn thing has a fresh battery.
Miss Havana and I sit on opposite ends of the sofa, gasping for breath as Lilith thrashes about on the floor. I glance at her while rubbing the foot-sized bruises on my body. “You emote well. You even fooled me.”
She adjusts her bejeweled collar. “Thanks. You were pretty good yourself. Any chance you might give me the controller for my collar?”
I shake my head. “Not a chance. You need to distract Lilith’s dogs while I get her to the Great Hall of Judgment. I’ve planned for this moment for some time. All creatures below are prepared. When I sit on the throne once again, everything will change. My power will be restored, and only then will I remove your collar. In the interim, your controller will be a symbol of trust between us.”
She looks down at the floor like she’s hurt, but I know she isn’t. I simply add, “It’s show time,” as I grab her by the arm and fling her out the door toward the most ferocious looking beast. After the initial shock of being attacked by a puny little female, the massive weirdwolves immediately pounce with all the viciousness they’ve been saving up during the night. Amid the screams and tearing of flesh, they don’t notice me slip by with Lilith dangling over my shoulder.
I shock Lilith again for good measure as I enter the Great Hall of Judgment and then strut to the throne like a hunter bringing home a fresh kill. When she stops jerking and flopping around, I drop her at the foot of the throne, administer another jolt and ascend to my rightful place. The gallery is stunned silent, but when I stand and raise my arms in victory, the cavern erupts in adoration. All manner of filth rains down and the beasts above and below bellow their acceptance of the triumphant return of their king—the King of Darkness.
I stab my finger on the controller again, and Lilith convulses violently, slamming her legs into the base of the throne and bouncing back with jerky motions like a banked billiard ball. The chanting begins as I strut in a circle around my throne, thrusting my arms in the air again and again: “Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!”
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Of course, like any threesome of power-hungry Queens, Kings, and Princesses of Darkness, control is never “forever.” The fight will go on for eternity.

If you enjoyed this excerpt, please consider purchasing one or more of the series.
 
Thanks for reading,

James L. Hatch


Other books by James L. Hatch: Aftermath Horizon and Kill Zone

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Together in Cyn by Jennifer Kacey

See where it all began.....


After finding their best friend’s diary two brothers find the submissive they’ve been waiting for.

She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want the kinds of dirty and delicious sex she craves with one of them much less both of them. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she dreams of.
But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members only BDSM club called The Library, but they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.
With the key to her every need in the palm of her hand will she finally be brave enough to reach for what she’s always wanted? Or will past mistakes tear them apart forever?  

The Members Only Series
Within the walls of The Library, a members only BDSM club, anything goes. It’s a dark oasis for every Dom and sub to discover their happily ever after. Screams of pleasure and pain echo through the walls every night, but beneath each cry lies a confession. Unrequited love, cravings of domination by more than just one, even the desire for someone of the same sex. Each member learns, to find their forever, they must unearth the strength to reveal…everything.




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Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books.html


Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.