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Monday, June 29, 2020

Beyond the Next Star by Melody Johnson

Beyond the Next Star
Love Beyond Series
Book One
Melody Johnson

Genre: Sci-fi Romance
Publisher: Incendi Press, LLC
Date of Publication: June 23, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-7351499-0-5 (paperback)

ISBN: 978-1-7351499-1-2 (hardback)

ISBN: 978-1-7351499-2-9 (ebook)

ASIN: B0897S23JN (ebook)

Number of pages: 392
Word Count: 91, 815
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design Inc.

Tagline: An intolerable order. A desperate charade. A deadly secret.

Book Description:

“She wasn’t dreaming, in a coma, having a mental breakdown, or in hell.
She was abducted by aliens.”

Before Commander Torek Renaar can return to active duty, he’s ordered to purchase an animal companion to help relieve his PTSD symptoms. But having been a caretaker for and lost a loved one, keeping even one little human alive is a challenge he feels doomed to fail. It doesn’t help that his animal companion is the newest, most exotic breed on the market, demanding constant attention, daily grooming, and delicate handling. If she doesn’t die first in his incompetent care, she’ll be the death of him.

After witnessing the murder of her domestication specialist, Delaney McCormick allows her new owner to treat her like the pet he believes her to be. If anyone suspects she’s more intelligent than a golden retriever, her murder would be next. She endures the humiliation of being washed, the tediousness of being trained to “sit” and “come,” and the intrigue of hearing private conversations. But in Torek’s care, she finds something unexpected on this antarctic planet, something she never had in all her years on Earth while house-hopping between foster families: a home.

As companionship grows to love, must Delaney continue the charade, acting like an animal and hiding from the murderer waiting on her misstep? Or can she trust Torek with her secrets, even if the truth threatens everything he holds dear—and both their lives?


When the
lorienok abducted Delaney—after she’d finally accepted that she wasn’t
dreaming, in a coma, having a mental breakdown, or in hell—she’d given them a
fake name: Jane Smith. Not an exceptionally creative or unique pseudonym by any
stretch of the imagination, but having come to grips with the fact that she’d
been literally abducted by aliens, her imagination was stretched dangerously
thin. Intergalactic kidnapping wasn’t a chronic illness, but for a time—a
longer time than she was comfortable admitting to now—wasting away had seemed a
preferable fate.
She didn’t
accomplish much by hiding her identity. She didn’t have any blood relatives to
protect, a criminal record to hide, or a trust fund to safeguard. Delaney Rose
McCormick had about as much value associated with her name as did the fictional
Jane Smith and left nearly as small a void on Earth. But all Delaney had in
those early days directly following her abduction was her name and the hope
that everything—the abduction, the tests, the training—was just a big mistake.
Which, as it turned out, it was. Her abduction had been the biggest
technological mistake in lorienok history, but that didn’t change her
circumstances. Days turned to weeks turned to months turned to the abandonment
of tracking time. Hope died. She had nothing to her name, but her name, at
least, was her own, and she would keep it for herself.
By the time her
domestication specialist, Keil Kore’Weidnar, discovered Delaney’s capacity to
learn and taught her Lori, his native language, the issue of her name had
become moot. He’d already renamed her Reshna, a spiral-shaped handheld tool
used to drill into ice. He’d shown her a hologram of it, pointing to the spiral
and then to the wild frizz of her unconditioned curls. They had a
similar-looking tool on Earth, but they used it to open wine bottles. He’d
named her “corkscrew” for her crazy hair.
She’d been
called worse names in high school.
She couldn’t say
she’d lived in worse places, though. Most of her foster families, with the
exception of the Todd household, had been decent people who’d given her
clothes, a bed under a roof, and regular meals. Besides clothes, those basic
necessities were still being met, so a little gratitude was probably in order.
But only just a little, because she also had a cage. And a collar. And if she’d
just translated the words and growls of the pet store manager correctly, she
had a new owner.
Like most lor,
her owner had thick, curved ram horns jutting from his head, and like all
lorienok regardless of gender, he was covered head to toe in brown fur.
Sasquatch did exist after all; he just wasn’t native to Earth. He was roughly
the same size and shape as a human bodybuilder, and in addition to the horns,
his nose and mouth protruded slightly into a blunt muzzle, two rows of sharp
predator teeth filled his overly large mouth, and pointy bearlike claws tipped
each finger and likely each toe on his boot-shod feet.
Unlike most,
this male wore his hair long. His locks were tied back from his face in a messy
bun with a forest-green elastic band. His beard was also long and came to a
point at the end, hanging a few inches below his chin. But his eyes were his
most striking feature, assuming that one had already become accustomed to the
ram horns, claws, abundance of muscle, and close-cropped body fur. His left eye
was the same doe brown common to all lorienok—a smidge rounder and larger than
human eyes, like calf eyes with those thick lashes and soul-deep stare—but his
other eye was ice blue. A thick scar bisected his right brow, eyelid, and upper
cheek, slicing directly over that unique, penetrating gaze.
His bearing was
regal and confident, the sharp cut of his jawline proud, but his eyes betrayed
him. He was sad—horribly sad—and he glowered at Delaney through the wire door
of her cage like he was the Greek king Sisyphus and she his boulder, resigning
himself to an eternity of labor over an impossible, futile undertaking.
Or maybe Delaney
was just projecting because she couldn’t imagine anything more impossible and
futile than her current existence. I am not a pet! she wanted to yell. But
after witnessing Keil’s cold-blooded murder, she knew to keep her mouth firmly
shut. If anyone suspected her more intelligent than a golden retriever, her
death would be next.
impossible feats while enduring debilitating injury and sensory deprivation
were challenges both expected and anticipated by the young cadets training to
enter the combat and strategic intelligence division of the Federation.
Qualifying exams were brutal. Training was rigorous. But for the few who didn’t
fail, drop out, or obtain an infirmary discharge, the rewards were
astronomical. Torek Lore’Onik Weidnar Kenzo Lesh’Aerai Renaar had certainly
reaped those rewards many times over, as evidenced by the four property titles
bestowed to his name. He’d never been one to flinch when facing a challenge,
but this order—the court-mandated appointment of an animal companion to
“facilitate mental recovery”—was the challenge that finally made him flinch.
Torek stared at
the human—at the beautiful, riotous hair that sprang like coils from its head
and would obviously need continual cleaning and grooming, at its tiny stature
and lean form that probably couldn’t lift its own weight, at the lovely gray
eyes and smooth, bare skin that would need layers upon layers of protective
coverings to keep it warm—and he seriously considered the merits of simply
retiring from the Federation.
No one would
blame him after what had happened. He could return to his home in Aerai and
resume the quiet, peaceful, unappreciated toil of plant cultivation he’d
abandoned so many seasons ago along with his dreams of filling that home with a
The store
manager hefted a bound book from the counter and plopped it into Torek’s
unwilling arms.
“What’s this?” A
tingle of cold dread crept across the back of Torek’s neck.
“Why, it’s your
owner’s manual, of course.”
“Of course.” The
Federation’s policies and procedures manual was the thickest book Torek had
ever had the displeasure of memorizing, and it wasn’t even half the size of
this tome.
“You’ll be the
envy of all Lorien. The first to purchase a human, our newest species. She’s
the pilot for her breed, of course, but her domestication is progressing
fabulously. They dispatched a harvester while she was still in transit, so
until the next shipment arrives, she’s the only human we’ll have for a while
yet, six kair at the least. You must be thrilled.”
As Torek flipped
through a few of the manual’s pages and skimmed the table of contents, the
tingle of dread that had started at his neck devoured the rest of his body and
intensified to nausea. An entire chapter was dedicated to heating and
insulating the human’s living quarters. If her rooms dipped below a specific
temperature—Torek brought the book closer and squinted, but no, his eyes didn’t
deceive him—and the human didn’t have tailored, fur-lined coverings to retain
heat, she would sicken and die. If he didn’t provide her with private sleeping
quarters, she would become lethargic and depressed, then sicken and die. If he
didn’t feed her three meals a day, complete with a cooked protein, vegetables,
and some grain, she would sicken and die. She was even allergic to ukok, a
simple seasoning. If consumed, her throat would swell, cutting off her air
supply, and she would immediately die.
He would kill
intentionally, of course, but despite the wild popularity of owning foreign
domesticated animals, he’d never even owned a zeprak let alone something as
exotic, delicate, and temperamental as this human. She wouldn’t survive a week
in his care.
His throat
tightened. His breath shortened. His chest ached, and suddenly, black
starbursts shadowed his vision.
Not now. Not in
public. Not again.
A loud bang
echoed through the store, startling Torek back to himself. He blinked a few
times, breathing past the panic and reorienting his mind. The store manager was
silent now and staring.
He’d dropped the
owner’s manual.
Torek gathered
the reserves of his iron will. He was not afraid of domesticated animals. He
did not shirk his responsibilities. And he did not flounder. He straightened away
from the store manager, stepped over the dropped manual as if he’d intended to
discard it so carelessly, and eased his fist through the open petting window of
the human’s cage, offering the back of his hand for her to sniff his
acquaintance. He didn’t particularly want to become acquainted—acquaintance
with an animal companion could all too easily flip to a desire for one—but
that’s what a normal, well-adjusted lor not on the brink of hyperventilating
would do.
So, he did it.
The human stared
at his fist, blinking. She glanced up at his face and then back at his fist
before leaning in and brushing her cheek affectionately against his knuckles.
Her skin was newborn-baby soft.
His chest
constricted with renewed panic.
Torek cleared
his throat. “She’s an adult female?”
The store
manager nodded. “Her name is Reshna.”
“Fitting.” Torek
pulled one of those hair coils and watched with amusement as it bounced back
into place when he released it.
Her hair left a
grease spot on his finger pads.
Torek narrowed
his eyes. Her hair, which he’d already noted would require daily maintenance,
needed washing.
“How long has
she been in store for sale?” Torek stroked the side of her jaw with the back of
his knuckle, peeking under her collar as she shied away from his touch. Her
neck was chafed and red.
“She’s been the
joy of this establishment for most of Rorak. Eh, about two-thirds of the
Torek stared at
the manager, taken aback. “She’s been in this cage that entire time?”
The store
manager’s smile was placating. “I assure you, animal companions thrive here
under my care.”
The skin on her
arms, which had been smooth a few minutes earlier, wrinkled in tiny, raised
spots. A slight tremor shook her body.
“Is she all
right?” Torek’s heart lurched painfully. “I think her collar may be too tight.”
“Hmmm.” The
store manager stooped to pick up the manual, licked his thumb pad, and paged
through it, frowning.
“You’ve had her
this long, and you haven’t memorized her manual?”
The store
manager’s face darkened. “Reshna is the newest, most exotic animal companion we
currently sell. The few who considered purchasing her weren’t willing to invest
in her care after reading the manual. Like most exotic breeds, she isn’t for
just anyone. It takes time to find companions like her a home, and in that
time, I assure you that I’ve cared for her as I do all our animal companions.
As required by her manual.”
Torek might have
apologized for giving offense—he didn’t know the first thing about caring for
exotic animals—except that the few words he’d glimpsed from her manual screamed
at him: adult humans require private sleeping quarters and washrooms complete
with…excruciatingly long bullet list of requirements… Without these necessary
living conditions, the human will sicken and die.
And here she was,
going on nearly all of Rorak in a wire cage so small, she couldn’t rest without
curling in on herself. If she remained here, she would sicken and die.

“I’ll take her.”

About the Author:

Melody Johnson is the author of the “out of this world” Love Beyond series and the gritty, paranormal romance Night Blood series published by Kensington Publishing/ Lyrical Press. The City Beneath (Night Blood, book 1) was a finalist in the “Cleveland Rocks” and “Fool For Love” contests.

Melody graduated magna cum laude from Lycoming College with her B.A. in creative writing and psychology. Throughout college, she wrote contemporary love stories, but having read and adored the action and dark mystery of vampires her whole life, decided to add her fingerprint to the paranormal genre.

Melody's unique perspective on vampires lends fresh bite to a classic paranormal genre. In addition to a reimagined transformation—the requirement of night blood—vampires have gargoyle-looking, vicious day forms, an orgasmic bite, and as the series progresses to Sweet Last Drop (book 2), a mindless, rampaging, zombie-like breed is introduced. Melody is constantly upping the stakes, and Day Reaper (book 4) is no exception.

Beyond the Next Star is an exciting branch from Melody's paranormal romance roots, keeping the dark grit from her Night Blood Series and taking it to new worlds. Told from the dual perspectives of both human pet and alien owner, Melody's story weaves a slow-burn romance that explores the bonds of love in all its forms, navigating the main characters’ relationship in delicate stages from oblivious ownership to woke, romantic love.

After moving from her northeast Pennsylvania hometown for some much needed Southern sunshine, Melody now works as a digital media coordinator for Southeast Georgia Health System’s marketing department. When she isn’t working or writing, Melody can be found swimming at the beach, reading at the pool, and exploring her new home in southeast Georgia.


Interview with Melody Johnson
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
Had you asked me that question last year, I would have said that I was the puppet master. I create the characters, so the decisions they make are a result of the personalities and backstories I’ve given them. Therefore, I hold the reigns. But in the last book I wrote (and am currently editing) I was two-thirds into the story, and my characters were arguing. They were so heated and passionate, and everything they were doing and saying felt right. Yet I couldn’t reconcile why they were reacting so strongly. The heat level of their argument would only have made sense if they’d already had some previous intimacy, a kiss at the least. And that’s when I realized: I’m two-thirds into the book. Of course they’ve kissed! I’d just missed it. And it was there! The scene was already created, the moment was ripe for the taking, but in my original version, the hero resisted his feelings and parted ways without having locked lips. 
In the new version, resistance is futile. 

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
Beyond the Next Star is an exciting branch from my paranormal romance roots, keeping the dark grit from my Night Blood Series and taking it to new worlds. Readers are transported to Lorien, a metropolitan Antarctic planet where its inhabitants harvest and sell foreign domesticated animals from other planets. Told from the dual perspectives of both human pet and alien owner, my story weaves a slow-burn romance that explores the bonds of love in all its forms, navigating the main characters’ relationship in delicate stages from oblivious ownership to woke, romantic love. 
Reading and writing romance is my life’s passion, but I’m particularly excited to add my voice to the sci-fi romance genre. This book allowed me to explore the unconventional parameters that constitute home and family, something my heroine was denied in childhood as a foster kid and torn from in adulthood when she’s abducted by aliens. But as she discovers through her adventure on Lorien, a home isn’t built on a foundation of concrete but on love.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
Yes, several actually! The Last First Kiss was the first manuscript I’d ever finished. It’s a small-town contemporary, new adult romance about a female lifeguard who falls in love with her hunky, Scottish supervisor. The Ravioli Con was the second book I’d ever finished, and I say “finished” because there are many more that I’ve started, wrote halfway through, and then never completed! It’s a small-town contemporary adult romance about an ex-pickpocket who gets roped into working one last job for her Italian mobster uncles despite the fact that she’s now married to the town’s chief of police. And Silenced, but I’ll keep the plot of that one to myself. I’m still hopeful I can break it out of the dark void of my computer.

Pen or type writer or computer?
By and large, I use “Notes” on my phone! I write on the go: on lunch at work, in line at the grocery store, in the bathroom, in the passenger seat of the car, on planes, etc. Writing on my phone feels like “fake” writing, relieving the pressure of that dreaded blank page and mocking, blinking curser. Then in the wee hours of the morning before my “day” job, I copy and paste from Notes to my computer, and dedicate my morning to editing word vomit into actual sentences and paragraphs. It’s a system I started because I used to write by hand to get the creative juices flowing, but having to retype everything sabotaged that goal. I’m a fan of efficiency, so having the ability to copy and paste rather than retype is essential to my process.

Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Romance is the greatest passion of my life. No matter the medium—movies, TV, books—I need a central romance and deep, fully-realized characters to enjoy the story. An engrossing plot, spectacular special effects, and spellbinding prose are great, but they are the whip cream on top of my waffle breakfast. Without the main characters and their (hopefully) tension-filled encounters, all you’ve got on the plate is sugar and fluff. No meal. And like most romance readers, I’m ravenous.  
All my reading has taught me valuable lessons about world-building and mood-setting, the delicacies of a romance-based plot, the value of snappy dialog and comic relief, not just for laughs but to deepen character. My favorite authors have shaped both my writing and my life, and I can only hope that my books touch you in a similar way, bridging our differences, finding unexpected commonalities, and healing wounds through love and storytelling. 
Happy reading! 

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Sunday, June 28, 2020

Crude by Sloan Storm blitz

Sloan Storm
Publication date: June 26th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Hunky oil billionaire Colt Kincade demands I sell him my ranch. But I refuse, and he’s not happy about it.

Pfft. Whatever. Mr. Tall, Dark and Country thinks he can get whatever he wants, huh?

Well, I’m not some social-climbing, gold-digging, moon-eyed-orbiter lusting after him just because he’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol. He may have tongues wagging all across the Lone Star state, but his charms won’t work on me.

I hate everything about him – his tantalizing Texas drawl, his swaggering God’s gift attitude, his soul-searing, come-and-get-it-girls stare.

And no. I don’t care that he loves dogs, his momma or his daddy’s dusty old pickup.

He’s trouble. Trouble I do not need. Besides, I’ve got problems of my own.

Broke? Yep.

Single? Sadly.

Desperate? Getting there.

The truth is, I’m running out of time, out of options, and out of hope.

I need the money he’s offering.

But even worse, my heart thinks it needs Colt, too.

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I’m not sure what was harder.

Slipping and sliding all over the place from that damn hot yoga or trying to keep my cock from tying in a knot. I had a vague idea of what I expected her to look like…

And it sure as hell wasn’t this.

I went there with one thing in mind… completing my mission and closing the deal.

But, after watching her curvy figure prowl around the classroom for an hour, drilling of a different sort was on my mind. However, despite her earlier behavior, or maybe because of it, Jessie kept it professional, stopping by once or twice to correct my form.

Did that matter to me, though?

Hell no.

Wherever her tiny hands touched, my skin lit up like red-hot charcoal.

After class ended, I hung around, sipping on some cold water and toweling off. Shit, sweat poured from places I didn’t know it could. No idea how people made a regular habit of this insanity.

That room was hotter than all git out.

She chatted with one of the folks in the class, I polished off my drink and headed her direction. Thing is, I had to be careful. Sending the wrong message would get me in a heap of trouble and no closer to the actual reason I’d come there.

I closed in on her, our eyes met.

What a damn angel.

Lucky for me she didn’t bear any resemblance to ole Clint. Poor bastard was so ugly his momma had to tie a pork chop around his neck so the dogs would play with him.

No, she got her looks from her mother.

Especially those eyes – big and blue and bright – like nothing I’d ever seen.

Jessie tucked a wisp of loose hair behind her ear.

“I was pretty impressed with you,” she said before finishing her dig with a cute little wink. “Not bad. Usually big guys like yourself quit the first time around. They never come back after that.”

I enjoyed her teasing.

How couldn’t I?

“That a fact? What makes you think this is my first time?”

Jessie shot me a liar’s look, wrapping her fingers around her hips.

“Fair enough.” Held up my hands, showed her my palms. “I guess you could say this is my first yoga rodeo.”

So, my initial plan was to just get it over with, explain what I was doing there, see how she reacted. But, the longer we talked, the more impossible I realized that would be. Bullets were already flying, ricocheting on the battlefield, and I needed a new strategy.

After all, I’d have to reveal everything to her.

No way in hell that would work.

Think about it…

Somehow a random stranger knew everything about her life, including her adoption. Also, I knew her birth father, was a friend of his. If that wasn’t enough to have her kicking me out the front door, she was the heir to a ranch I needed in the worst way.

Course I was under the gun to get the damn deal done before Tucker tracked her down. My gut told me there had to be another way to make it happen, but my brain hadn’t bothered to provide me any details. Getting an eyeful of that tight, lean body of hers though, I knew one thing for sure.

That dog wouldn’t hunt.

This wasn’t the time or place to be in deal-making mode.

“So,” she began, snapping me out of my strategizing. “Are you from out of town? Here on business?”

“No, Dallas born and bred.”

“Uh huh.” Jessie deadpanned. “Hmm, why do I feel like you don’t belong in a yoga studio?”

“Because I don’t. Said so yourself.”

“Well, do you think you’ll come back? Hot yoga isn’t the easiest class for a beginner. We have other options.”

“Do you teach any of those options?”

“No. I only teach the advanced classes.”

“I suppose I’ll have to take my chances then. Hope I don’t turn myself into a pretzel in the meantime.”

She chirped a melodic laugh – the type a man never tires of hearing. It was like the first bird you hear when Spring’s sprung at last. When she finished, Jessie drew her hands together at her waiflike waist, smiling so bright, I swore I saw it twinkle.

“Well, it was nice meeting you. I’ve got one more class to teach, so if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for it.”

“Pleasure,” I replied, stepping to one side and letting her pass.

When she walked off, my body caught fire. Barely an hour in her presence and that little woman stirred sensations inside of me that’d been dormant for a long damn time. She turned and looked at me over her shoulder, catching me in the act.

Didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of anything.

I stared right back at her, letting her know there’d be more sweat in our future and not a yoga mat in sight.

After she left though, I blew out a long breath.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say her beauty and gentle spirit hypnotized me, but it was awful close. That little dove was a far cry from the viper pit of the social scene around Dallas. Over the years, I’d seen some women do crazy shit to remain in my orbit.

But Jessie?

She didn’t know a thing about me.

She was just… herself.

No pretending. No gold-digging. No horseshit games.

“Hmm,” I muttered, wiping my brow with the towel. “This is gonna be a problem.”

A serious problem.

Damn it to hell, Colt.

Author Bio:

Sloan Storm pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story.

The writer's creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place... the polarizing difference between the sexes.

After all, what else is there in life?

When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of ways:

Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / Bookbub


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Saturday, June 27, 2020

Beast by Marteeka Karland blitz

Marteeka Karland
(Salvation’s Bane, #2)
Published by: Changeling Press
Publication date: June 26th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Fleur: Never in a million years would I have expected a woman I considered a friend to betray me in the worst possible way. Yet it happened. Drugged and in the back room of a BDSM club, I was about to be used in a brutal way. Until he exploded to my rescue.

Beast: I’m Salvation’s Bane’s enforcer. My job is to protect. So when I notice something amiss in the BDSM club Bane owns, I’m there to shut that shit down. What I find is a woman who ignites passions inside me better left alone. What will she think when she finds out the lengths I’ll go to protect what’s mine? I come by my name honest. When it comes to protecting my club, or my woman, I’m the most ferocious beast you could ever imagine.

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His own chuckle surprised Beast. He wasn’t the kind of man who laughed much. “The only rule you need to worry about is to do what I tell you. Beyond that, there aren’t many rules. Don’t betray the club. Don’t talk about anything you see here unless it’s with me. That’s it. The girls will probably test you, but that’s normal.”

“Test me?”

“Oh yeah. They got Vicious’s ol’ lady drunk at the first party she went to.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Well, once her inhibitions were gone, she put on a show like no one had ever seen. And we own two strip clubs.”

“Wow. Was she pissed?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know what she said to Vicious in private, but I can tell you it backfired mightily on the girls. They all got laid, but every single man in the club had visions of Lucy in his head when they fucked, I can tell you that.”

She opened her mouth then closed it. Tried again. “I have no idea what to say to that.”

He snorted. “Not much to say. Everyone had a good time and Vicious learned a thing or two about his ol’ lady. Mainly that she’s an exhibitionist.”

“Holy shit!”

That got a chuckle out of him. Again, it startled him that the sound came so easily. It made his chest feel funny, too. OK, so it wasn’t the sound of his laughter that got him. It was the woman in front of him. She made him do it so easily. Almost casually. Every time he did it, he could see her lips twitch. Most of the time, her smile followed. And it was a glorious smile. Fucking glorious! Just like the sunshine he’d nicknamed her.

“Yeah. That’s what we said. They tend to not be discreet about fuckin’. Vicious has always been up for a good time, but I think he’s met his match in Lucy.”

“I think I better sleep on this. You know I’m probably not going to do anything like that while I’m here. Right?”

“Sunshine, no one expects you to. Join in the fun, watch, or don’t participate in any way. Stay for the food until you see it’s goin’ in a way you are uncomfortable with. No one judges.”

She yawned and stretched, pulling his shirt tight over her tits before she adjusted it absently. Thing nearly swallowed her whole, but she’d gotten tangled settling into bed. “What about you? You judging me for what happened in the club?”

That hit him like she’d slapped him. “Sunshine, none of that was your fault.”

“I didn’t have to walk in there. I could have said ‘no’ to Debbie. I willingly went into a BDSM club, knowing what went on there.” She shook her head slightly. “More precisely, I thought I knew what went on, but that’s not the point.”

“Then what is? ‘Cause, I gotta tell ya, I’m not likin’ where you’re goin’ with this.” Did she really think he’d take advantage of her just because she was in a place like that? “I work there, honey. I’m there every fuckin’ night it’s open. I’ve seen lots of women come and go. Literally. In all senses of the word. All different shapes, sizes, colors, and sexual orientation. They come there for even more different reasons. Some want to fuck anything moving anywhere they can. Others want to find a Dom who can care for their needs, not all of them sexual in nature. Then there are the ones who are just curious. They come in wanting to watch and fantasize. I think you fall into the latter category, though, I bet I could make you want to try at least some of the shit goin’ on in there.”

“In your dreams, big guy.” She yawned again. “That’s not me.”

“Whatever you say, Sunshine.”

He sat back in the chair he’d pulled near the bed and sprawled out. It wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world, but he didn’t want to leave her alone until Doc said it was OK. The longer he sat there, the more uncomfortable it got. And not because of the chair. Picturing Fleur at one of the club’s wild and rowdy parties was getting him hard. Maybe she’d participate, maybe she wouldn’t. But she’d watch. She’d be there. He’d just bet he could coax her behind a palm tree or something. If not, he’d still get to enjoy watching her watch others.


“Gideon?” That sleepy, sultry note to her voice was the nail in his coffin. His cock was sprung like a fucking teenager. Barely suppressing his frustrated groan, he sat up a little straighter.

“You all right, Sunshine?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just… well, that chair can’t be comfortable. Why not go on to your room? I promise I won’t get up by myself. You’ve done enough for now.”

“This is my room. And I’m not leavin’ you by yourself. Just go back to sleep.”

There was another long silence. Then, “Beast.” Her tone brooked no nonsense, a bit of a dominant tone to it when he was certain that wasn’t her core personality. He also noticed she used his street name, not his given name. “Just get in the fucking bed, will you?”

“Snippy little thing, huh?”

“I’m not lying here while you’re in that stupid chair like a dumbass. There’s plenty of room in here for both of us.”

“Not afraid I’ll take advantage?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll take advantage. But I’m not in a position to be taken advantage of by you, and you’re not the kind of guy to push it.”

He stood and crossed to the bed. Instead of going around to the other side where there was more room and he wouldn’t crowd her, he slipped in close to her small body. “You sure about that?” He took her little hand, his big one wrapping completely around her wrist with room to spare, and pulled it to his crotch. “‘Cause I ain’t sure my own Goddamned self.”

Instead of pulling away, she wrapped those slim fingers around his cock through his jeans. “Absolutely,” she answered. Did she sound a little breathless? “If that was the kind of man you were, you wouldn’t have rescued me from those creeps in the first place.”

Beast let go of her wrist but covered her hand with his, pressing it against his dick so he could move a little and have at least some of the friction he wanted. “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, woman.”

Author Bio:

Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.

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Betting on Sin
Maria Ann Green
Publication date: June 26th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Greta has been here before. Like, literally. She was just in this Las Vegas penthouse a couple months ago. Back then she was meeting Finn, the handsome bachelor looking for love, on The Lock—the most popular reality dating TV show around. But when she was here last time she was dumped, and went home alone instead of engaged. Life sucks sometimes.

But, other times, that same life has a beautiful way of showing you why it sucked so hard before – so you can appreciate what comes next even more. Because now Greta is the next lucky bachelorette to have thirty or so men worshiping her while she breaks up with them one at a time. It’s weird to be recognized in public, and even weirder to have so many dudes fighting over her. Actually after just a couple days it’s kind of exhausting, especially when she’d rather send all but a couple of them home. Be careful what you wish for, right?

Throughout the whirlwind Greta spends more time with her personal cameraman, Oliver, than she does on Trysts with the guys she’s supposed to be falling in love with. And the more time she spends with Oliver the less she wants to spend with anyone else. Anyone. Even the guys here for her. It gets worse too. The fact that he’s behind the scenes instead of on the big screen…it’s not the only problem. He also has a girlfriend. And that’s a line Greta won’t cross. But she can’t stop wishing she’d met him before all of this craziness.

Will Greta get her head together long enough to focus on following the rules of the show, or will she screw up this second shot at love too?

*Content Warning: sex, alcohol use, and language*

If you like reality dating TV shows, romances with steam and heart, female leads with no time for conflict or bullshit, and redheads, then Betting On Sin might be your next favorite book. It has plenty of awkward moments, friends to lovers, and promises the most dramatic season finale yet. It’ll keep you up way too late, reading just one more chapter all night.

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I watch as his eyes widen, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment. And I watch as he sits still. I watch him…not backing away, not stopping me from what we both know I’m doing.

I close my eyes, too scared of the rejection I know is coming.

Call me a coward, I don’t care anymore.

I close my eyes and hover in front of his face, waiting. I want to go the rest of the way; I want to so badly, I can feel the need of it prickling all over. But I don’t. I cant.

Not yet.

Instead, I wait for him to show me somehow, tell me, that this is what he wants too.

His hands find mine then, his fingers moving to intertwine with mine, and he leans forward. It’s just an inch. It’s not the rest of the way to me, doesn’t close the whole distance.

But it’s enough.

It’s enough to show me that we’re in this together. That I haven’t made everything up in my mind. That he wants me too.

So I go for it. I close the last bit of space between us until my lips crash into his. And it’s like…I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Even though it’s only a kiss, nothing else.

But it feels like home.

Like what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Like nothing in the universe has been this right.

Author Bio:

Maria lives in Minnesota despite the frozen winters. Actually, she prefers snow drifts and icicles over summer and all that sweat running everywhere. She lives with her husband and little family, which includes a couple lazy cats who make great lap warmers. You can usually find her whishing that she lived in a secret cabin in the woods where she could be a hermit reading and writing all of the time. Instead she lives the suburban life where she pretends to her neighbors and the other moms around that she doesn't swear like a sailor, have hidden tattoos, and love a good glass bottle of wine. She absolutely believes in unicorns and ghosts and hopes vampires and monsters are real too. She's a coffee-in-the-morning and wine-in-the-evening kind of person, preferably with a nap in between. Maria prefers cats over dogs, books over people, and late nights over early mornings. She probably shouldn't talk to anyone until she's had her first cup of coffee. And if you ever want to hang out with her, you'll have to be game for a horror movie or just a quick run to target for two (hundred) little things. Also, you couldn't pay her to be in her twenties again; Thirties is where it's at. She's a creative, mouthy, introverted, proud bisexual, highly-sensitive INFJ, Slytherpuff, dork with a sweet-tooth.

Maria devours books, reading mostly in bed or listening to audio books in the car. Writing has been one of her passions for pretty much her whole life. So creativity is a necessity for her, always. After working in the mental health field for almost a decade, she's now living her dream as a stay-at-home writer, kiddo wrangler, professional snuggler, and constantly-tired-person. When it comes to her writing, she specializes in dark and twisted thrillers or gritty, angsty contemporary romances. But no matter the genre, she always prefers writing deeply flawed characters with dysfunctional relationships. She's pretty sure the whole "unlikable character" thing is a conspiracy because every character she loves have been labeled this way. Ridiculous. And because of this, she's pretty much found it impossible to write anything without at least a little mayhem.

Maria was once told she painted with her words, and that phrase stuck with her - because writing really is an art, and good stories are true masterpieces. She's always trying to grow and improve in her craft, shooting for a masterpiece of her own someday. And she plans to write forever because writing gives Maria the ability to disappear into new worlds and create people within twisting plots, all from the comfort of her couch. She will always believe that though not every story is for her, and her stories aren't for everyone, every story has a reader.

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Friday, June 26, 2020


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Series Details:

Book Title:  The Annie Oakley Mystery Series by Kari Bovee

Category:  Adult Fiction (18+), 83 to 332 pages

Genre:  Historical Mystery

Publisher:  Bosque Publishing

Release dates:   Shoot Like a Girl (2019); Girl With a Gun (April, 2020); Peccadillo at the Palace (April 2020); Folly at the Fair (June, 2020)

Tour dates: June 22 to July 10, 2020

Content Rating:  R for some swearing, violence, and mature themes.

Book Details:

Book Title: Shoot Like a Girl (A Pre-quel Novella to Girl With A Gun) by Kari Bovee

Category:  Adult Fiction (18 + yrs), 84 pages

Genre:  Historical Fiction

Publisher:  Bosque Publishing

Release date:   November 2019

Tour dates: June 22 to July 10, 2020

Content Rating:  R for Mature themes and some violence. No bad language.

Book Description:

Shoot like a Girl
depicts the historically fictive tale of a young Annie Oakley's
struggles before she becomes the most famous sharpshooting woman of all
time. After the death of her father, Annie is sent to the Drake County
poorhouse where she learns to cook, sew, and keep house for other
families to help her mother make ends meet. Annie ends up at the
McCrimmons, a couple whom she comes to refer to as "the wolves." Cruel
and neglectful, the McCrimmons push Annie to the brink of despair. The
only bright spot in her dreary existence is Buck, a beautiful
buckskinned horse, and the two form a bond. Despite her resolve to help
her family, Annie loses hope of ever seeing them again, as life at the
McCrimmons' becomes more oppressive, and she is cut off from all outside
communication. Physically and emotionally weak from illness, hunger,
and abuse, Annie resigns herself to a life of servitude to the abusive
couple. But, when Mr. McCrimmon's continued cruelty to Buck finally
threatens the horse's life, Annie takes matters into her own hands and
formulates a plan for escape.

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Book Title: Girl with a Gun (An Annie Oakley Mystery) by Kari Bovee

Category:  Adult Fiction (18 + yrs), 316 pages

Genre:  Historical Mystery

Publisher:  Bosque Publishing

Release date:   April 2020

Tour dates: June 22 to July 10, 2020

Content Rating:  R for one explicit sex scene. There is some swearing, violence, mature themes.

Book Description:

In an exciting new
historical mystery series, award-winning author Kari Bovee brings the
beloved American icon, Annie Oakley, into the world of mystery and crime
as a plucky, amateur sleuth. Fifteen-year-old Annie Oakley is the sole
supporter of her widowed mother and two younger siblings. An expert
markswoman and independent spirit, she hunts game to sell to the local
mercantile to make ends meet instead of accepting a marriage proposal
that could solve all her problems, including the impending foreclosure
of her family's farm. After a stunning performance in a shooting contest
against famous sharpshooter Frank Butler, Annie is offered a position
in the renowned Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. Finally, she has a chance
to save her family's farm--and make her dreams come true. But after her
catapult to fame, a series of crimes takes place in the Wild West Show,
including the death of Annie's Indian Assistant. The coroner claims the
death was due to natural causes, but Annie is unconvinced. Then her
prized horse, Buck--a major part of her act--is stolen, and she realizes
that someone is out to get her. With the help of a sassy, blue-blooded
reporter, Annie sets out to find her horse, solve the crimes, and clear
her good name--before everything she's worked for is destroyed.

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Book Title: Peccadillo at the Palace (An Annie Oakley Mystery) by Kari Bovee

Category:  Adult Fiction (18 + yrs), 332 pages

Genre:  Historical Mystery

Publisher:  Bosque Publishing

Release date:   April 2020

Tour dates: June 22 to July 10, 2020

Content Rating:  R for some swearing, violence, and mature themes.

Book Description:

In this second book in
the Annie Oakley historical mystery series, award-winning author Kari
Bovee brings back the lovable character, Annie Oakley, as an amateur
sleuth. It's 1887, and Annie and Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show are
invited to Queen Victoria's Jubilee celebration in London, England. But
their long journey across the Atlantic takes a turn for the worst when
the queen's royal servant ends up dead and Annie's husband, Frank
Butler, falls suspiciously ill. Annie soon discovers that the two events
are connected--and may be precursors to an assassination attempt on the
queen. In London, it becomes clear that there is rampant unrest in the
queen's kingdom--the Irish Fenian Brotherhood, as well as embittered
English subjects, are teeming in the streets. But amid the chaos, even
while she prepares for the show, Annie is determined to find the truth.
With the help of a friend and reporter, Emma Wilson, the renowned poet
Oscar Wilde, and the famous socialite Lily Langtry, Annie sets out to
hunt down the queen's enemies--and find out why they want to kill
England's most beloved monarch.

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Book Details:

Book Title: Folly at the Fair (An Annie Oakley Mystery) by Kari Bovee

Category:  Adult Fiction (18 + yrs), 322 pages

Genre:  Historical Mystery

Publisher:  Bosque Publishing

Release date:   June 2020

Tour dates: June 22 to July 10, 2020

Content Rating:  R for some swearing, violence, and mature themes.

Book Description:

never misses a target. But unless she can solve this murder, she’ll
become one… Chicago World’s Fair, 1893. “Little Sure Shot” Annie Oakley
is exhausted from her work with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show. But when a
fellow performer scuffles with a man who threatens her harm, she has to
keep her eyes peeled. And when the heckler is found dead under the
Ferris Wheel, Annie won’t rest until she proves her defender is
innocent. Before she can rustle up any clues, an old friend asks Annie
to protect her young daughter. And as more bodies turn up around the
grounds, she’s going to need all her sharpshooting skills just to stay
alive. Can Annie live up to her reputation and put a bullseye on the
killer? Folly at the Fair is the third book in the Annie Oakley Mystery
historical fiction series. If you like strong heroines, Wild West
adventures, and suspenseful twists and turns, then you’ll love Kari
Bovee’s fast-paced whodunit.

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Meet the Author:

When she’s not on a horse, or walking along the beautiful
cottonwood-laden acequias of Corrales, New Mexico; or basking on white
sand beaches under the Big Island Hawaiian sun, Kari Bovee is escaping
into the past—scheming murder and mayhem for her characters both real
and imagined, and helping them to find order in the chaos of her
action-packed novels. Empowered women in history, horses, unconventional
characters, and real-life historical events fill the pages of Kari
Bovée’s articles and historical mystery musings and manuscripts. An
award-winning author, Bovée was honored with the 2019 NM/AZ Book Awards
Hillerman Award for Southwestern Fiction for her novel Girl with a Gun.
The novel also received First Place in the 2019 NM/AZ Book Awards in the
Mystery/Crime category, and is a Finalist in the 2019 International
Chanticleer Murder & Mayhem Awards and the International Chanticleer
Goethe Awards, as well as the Next Generation Indie Awards. Her novel
Grace in the Wings is a Finalist for the 2019 International Chanticleer
Chatelaine Awards and the International Chanticleer Goethe Awards. Her
novel Peccadillo at the Palace is a Finalist in the 2019 International
Chanticleer Murder & Mayhem Awards and the 2019 International Goethe
Awards, as well as a Finalist in the 2019 Best Book Awards Historical
Fiction category. Bovée has worked as a technical writer for a Fortune
500 Company, has written non-fiction for magazines and newsletters, and
has worked in the education field as a teacher and educational
consultant. She and her husband, Kevin, spend their time between their
horse property in the beautiful Land of Enchantment, New Mexico, and
their condo on the sunny shores of Kailua-Kona, Hawaii.

Connect with the author:  Website ~ Goodreads ~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Instagram

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Dwarf Story
by Professor W. W. Marplot


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GENRE:   Middle Grade Fantasy

For Arty to miss a day of school, either he is very, very sick or a fairytale-character turf-war has begun in his backyard — such as what begins this particular Wednesday. First, he finds an ax-swinging, bearded, sweaty warrior Dwarf scaring his dogs. Soon enough, Emma, Cry and other middle-school friends also find fairy creatures — Elves, Spriggans, Pixies, and a hoped-for Dragon — crashing into their normal homework-doing, backpack-carrying, phone-charging schooldays.

Why are these magical beings here? What should be done? Is that axe sharp? Can Pixies be given aspirin?

Arty with his friends — and spying jerks, and questionable strangers with long names — follow the clues and try to find out, even as things turn dark and dangerous.

The mythical beings are taking sides. The Gwyllion, that legendary Old Woman of the Mountains, has a sinister plan, turning the neighborhood into a fantasy battleground. One that awaits young heroes.

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I can’t be sure about everything Arty just told you. I wasn’t there. Our stories will join soon, and it’ll be fun to see Professor Arty try to use black-and-white, Courier-font science facts to make sense of a fantasy realm character landscaping his backyard. He’ll have to admit that he’s just a kid and was awfully afraid during that whole Dwarf-in-the-woods episode, even though fear is not part of the “scientific method” that he brags about all the time. I’m much more normal than he is and much more unique at the same time. And more popular. So, my version will be different, more colorful, more alive, and more imaginative—which is the way fantastic things deserve to be treated. They need to be drawn, believed, written about in long poems.

Especially with what happened next...

About the Author: Professor Welkin Westicotter Marplot, of Coillemuir, Scotland, is a collector of esoteric tales of global wisdom and curator of ancient manuscripts. He is a recluse and, as he claims, has been collecting and collating adventure and fantasy stories for over a century.


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