PARIS PRELUDE by Miranda Jameson

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PARIS PRELUDE

by Miranda Jameson

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Doctor Bruno Steiner, half-blood vampire spy, has his life mapped out – brilliant career, service to his race and marriage to a pure-blood aristocrat. But when he saves a patient’s life, everything changes.

The slender tornado of a woman always has an opinion and is never slow to air it. She’s intolerable. And challenging.

Fleur Chastain, outcast half-blood, has waged her own war against Paris’s occupying forces. Arrested and tortured, she’s rescued by a man she suspects is a Nazi spy. But when she discovers who Bruno really spies for, she wishes her first guess was true.

The gorgeous doctor is out of her league, and engaged to be married. It’s strictly business. Period.

But sometimes, despite our best plans, fate delivers a message.

Is Paris merely a detour or the prelude to something wonderful?

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Interview with author Miranda Jameson

  1. What inspired you to start writing?

A bet! Bet you can’t write a book. Really? Let’s see now…

I must admit, stories have always been in my head. I just didn’t dare write them.

  1. Plotter or pantser?

A bit of both – I think I’m a plotser! I tend to follow Dean Wesley Smith’s ‘Write into the Dark’ model.

  1. What do you like most about writing paranormal?

I can do anything – as long as I can justify it/make it logical and real.

  1. What advice do you have for aspiring authors?

Write every day – even 200 words/day will add up. Don’t sit waiting for your muse you visit you. It doesn’t work like that. To finish a book, your butt must be in the seat and your fingers must be tapping (or scribing).

  1. Tell us a little about the characters in your book

My characters are based in the real world and their stories intertwine round real, human history. My books follow a brigade of Vampire warriors and their ancient enemies – the Empath race. Both races spring from a land of fire and ice within the Arctic Circle and speak a language close to Old Norse. My vamps are neither un-dead nor sparkly. They are real flesh and blood and, though they live for centuries, they are mortal – as are the Empaths. They can die – and do. My vamp soldiers are based in the south of France and my Empaths are based in Venice. In my world, the Empaths are the ‘villains’ – or used to be. They are trying to reform.

  1. Which one of your characters would you like to spend time with?

Lord LaSalle – Supreme Commander of the Warriors’ Council. Strangely, up to now, he’s a side character in my novels. His book will come last and will be set in 1915 – on the Western Front during WW1. LaSalle is the ultimate soldier and leader – think the power of Thor combined with a sharp, political mind! He’s hot!

  1. Do you have a must-read book you’d like to share with readers?

Mine? If mine – I particularly love my books ‘RAFE’ and ‘ALEXIS’. If someone else’s – Anne Rice – Interview with a Vampire.

  1. Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?

I’ve started my 7th book – ZEPHYR. It is the 2nd in my Empaths of Venice trilogy but is linked to all the others. My readers like seeing ‘old friends’. My main character – Zephyr – is an Empath. He is also the head of a mysterious consortium who control world finance. Think Illuminati – but more powerful. As all my books have romance at their core – this is the story of Zephyr’s attempt to re-connect with a woman he gave up two centuries ago…he had good reasons but she never knew. His ex-lover Jocasta is now a powerful woman herself (I write strong, intelligent heroines – no whiny wimps in need of saving in my books!) And, inevitably, there’s a strong suspense story rumbling through everything! I like a fast pace and twists and turns.

  1. Do you write using your computer or notepad? Both? Something else?

My trusty laptop. And a small notebook in my bag in case I think of something and don’t want to forget (though I have been known to write notes on a restaurant napkin.)

  1. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve researched for your book?

Much weirdness! But – for my book BERLIN NOCTURNE – which is set in Berlin in 1941, I researched the Nazi Ahnenerbe organization. Fact IS stranger than fiction. They’re in the book. The Nazis were obsessed with the paranormal and the occult. (Remember Indiana Jones? All true.)

  1. Ebook or print? And why?

Currently Ebook but, with Createspace shutting down, I’ll print via KDP. I’ve had requests for paperbacks.

  1. What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

I speak a couple of Indian languages.

  1. If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?

Matter transfer – my vamps shift through the dark matter between dimensions to travel the world. One minute you’re in London, the next, you’re in Paris…or anywhere in the world. I’d love that.


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Blurred Reality By @MeganSlayer

 

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Blurred Reality

By Megan Slayer

A Nathalia Hotel Novella

Contemporary, LGBTQ

M/M, Anal Sex

When the band takes a hiatus, the boys will play…
When Jacen Goodwin’s band, Disaster Transport, crashed in Dallas and ended up at the Nathalia Hotel, he never expected to find his heart’s desire. He wants to stay in his adopted home city, but he loves the roar of the crowd as well as their adoration. Can the star drummer step away from the buzz of fame long enough to grab what he needs with both hands or will the lure of the crowd be too much?
Matt Walker knew from the moment he got involved with Jacen that their relationship was temporary. Jacen’s a celebrity and he holds the position of the sexiest eligible bachelor of the band. Even if Matt saw a future for him and Jacen, the odds aren’t in their favor. But he can hope, right? He’s been head over heels in love with Jacen since the moment they met.
Can these two opposites make a go of their fledgling relationship or will celebrity and the challenges of fame keep them apart?

This book has been previously released at Blurred Reality by Megan Slayer, part of the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World. It has been revamped and re-edited for this edition.

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Matt couldn’t hear what Jacen said, but his facial expression telegraphed plenty. Jacen slashed his hand through the air and he shook his head. Matt busied himself with straightening the counter space and trying not to watch Jacen. Fuck. How could he not? The man featured in his dreams and had become his favorite spank bank material. He swept his gaze over Jacen. The denim shorts hugged his hips and accentuated the strength in his legs. Jacen rubbed the back of his neck with his fingers and flexed his upper body.

Jesus. Was Jacen trying to turn him on? If so, he’d accomplished his mission. Matt plopped onto the stool and pressed his knees together. Blood rushed to his cock and his mouth watered. Just a few touches. Kisses. He didn’t want much. Really.

“Mother fucker.” Jacen whipped around and held his phone in a white-knuckled grasp as he strode back to the desk. “He’s a piece of shit. Where are those peas?”

Matt offered up the bag. “Whoever it is, I hope you lit into him.” He shut the laptop down, then moved the device to the lower portion of the counter. “Better pick up your key before you forget.” He slid the card across to Jacen. “Have a good night…well, a better one than you’ve had so far.”

“Huh?” Jacen glared at Matt and plunked the bag back onto his bruise. “Are you here all night? I thought Cady hired on people to work the desk so you and her weren’t stuck.”

“She did, but this is my night. I have to earn my keep somehow.” He grinned to hide his displeasure. “I can’t feed my music and running habits without some source of income.”

Jacen tucked his phone into his pocket and lingered at the counter. “Want some company? I came here to work on music, yeah, but that wasn’t the only reason.” He offered up the bag. “I’ve melted this.”

“I’ll stick it back in the freezer. No problem.” He gripped the melting frozen food. “Stick around a moment in case anyone comes in and I’ll put it back.” He left Jacen alone long enough to put the peas in the fridge. He’d probably make them for lunch the next day instead of wasting them. When he returned, Jacen had rounded the counter.

“All good?” Jacen asked.

“I’ve got lunch for tomorrow.” He tensed. “Thanks for holding down the fort.” He expected Jacen to leave, but instead, he crept closer to Matt.

“I didn’t just return for Rory and the music. I came here for you, too.”

“Me?” He frowned. “What?” He had to be hearing Jacen wrong. No way Jacen meant that.

“Uh, yeah. You.”


About the Author:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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WRAPPED UP IN STRIPES by Sarah Marsh

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WRAPPED UP IN STRIPES

by Sarah Marsh

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As the daughter of the Blue Valley lion pride’s alpha, Heidi should have the pick of the litter when it comes to dating, but her brothers think differently. Surprised with a trip on a very exclusive cruise, she’s excited to explore her fantasies. Bondage? Submission? Ménage? … yes, please! If this is her chance to experience everything she’s ever fantasized about, then Heidi is going to go for broke.

Who has time for pleasure? There’s far too much work to do. Wild Desires cruise line is having issues, and Mason and Wade plan to get to the bottom of it. They didn’t anticipate finding a lioness that has their inner beasts utterly fascinated. Neither of them seems to be able to resist the temptation sweet little Heidi presents.

Why fight fate when it presents them with such a tasty treat? Good thing they’ve always preferred to share.

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Interview with author Sarah Marsh

What inspired you to start writing?

Lol, I’m not really sure. I’ve only really written poetry up until I took a shot at my first book about 4 years ago… then it took me another year or so to let someone else read it. I read a huge amount and my imagination just wouldn’t seem to leave me alone. Writing keeps the voices to a dull roar. 😉

Plotter or pantser?

I am mostly a pantser. When I get new ideas while working on a different project, I’ll usually make some notes, but that’s about it.

What do you like most about writing paranormal?

The freedom! The thing I love most about writing para, sci fi and fantasy is that there are no limits, if you can imagine it, it’s fair game.

What advice do you have for aspiring authors?

A: Get writing! I’ve only been published for four years now, but every time I sit down to write I’m learning new things. Just get something on the page, you can always revise it later.

Tell us a little about the characters in your book

Wrapped Up in Stripes was a fun project for me as two of the main characters were modeled after ladies in my Street Team group and I hope that Julie and Heidi turned out as sassy as their real-life counterparts.

Which one of your characters would you like to spend time with?

If I had to choose any of my characters to meet, I think it would be Kalista’s cousin Drogan from my Coalition Mates Series.

Do you have a must-read book you’d like to share with readers?

My favorite series so far is Happy Evil After, so I’d say Viktor is a must-read.

Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?

I’m just about to start book six in my sci fi ménage, Coalition Mates series. This book is Kali, Galen and Benic’s and I’m looking forward to their story!

Do you write using your computer or notepad? Both? Something else?

My computer mostly.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve researched for your book?

Probably timelines for ancient Greece and Atlantis mythology? Lol it’s certainly not as weird as it could be.

Ebook or print? And why?

I’d say 95% of my reading is done in ebook, lol just because I like having a huge selection at my fingertips at all times. I make sure to get my favorite books in print though, ones that I re-read a lot.

What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?

Hmm, that my day job is in accounting?

If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?

I’d say either the ability to fly, or breathe under water.


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MY LIFE TO TAKE by Magali A. Fréchette

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MY LIFE TO TAKE

by Magali A. Fréchette

A Demon’s Love Book #2

Everything Celina thought she knew was a lie.

Her husband’s murder, her family’s religion…nothing was what it seemed. The avenging blood on her hands is barely dry, but she’ll do whatever it takes to save this unshakable proof of their love. Even swallow her terror to fulfill the bargain that was sealed on a bed of lies.

But there’s little time for tender reconciliation. Demons are being murdered, their mutilated bodies marked with cryptic threats only Celina can decipher. When visions of the massacres plague her at every turn, Kai sends her back to the human world in the care of the demon she fears most.

Secured in Shiriki’s high rise, she must uncover her own shrouded history. The key to saving the dark realm lies in her past, but an angel with a diabolical mind may lead to their destruction.

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She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m fine.”

“And how are you feeling about us?” he asked quietly.

She took a deep breath. “We have a lot to work on for the next while, but we’ll do it together.”

“We will certainly do many things together,” he said with a lewd grin.

In less than a second, he stood naked, his muscles rippling in the low lighting of the room. She ran her hands against his hard chest, her pulse racing as she stared at his pale skin.

Mine.

The word resonated inside her mind as she felt him invade her thoughts. He growled as he pressed her body against his, kissing along her neck as she closed her eyes. He felt so good, and he was hers as much as she belonged to him.

“Your body, soul, and life are mine.” His tone darkened. “And although I never had a soul of my own, though my life is endless, you have all of me.”

Before she could respond, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. When he tugged at the hard peaks, their lips parted, and she let out a harsh breath.

“I want you.” The words left her in a whisper, a plea from the need pulsing through her.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting her on its edge. Despite his gentleness, an animalistic expression flashed across his face as he stared. He crouched in front of her and glided his hand along her thigh.

Heat filled her, burning so hot she was sure she’d combust. Licking her lips, she parted her legs. Her throbbing increased when his gaze traveled to her sex. He stared with such carnal desire, she was sure she’d orgasm.

“You are so beautiful … and no one else will ever touch you.” He kissed her inner thigh and trailed his tongue across her skin, nipping along the way as she gasped.

Letting herself fall onto the bed, her chest heaved as her stomach fluttered. He licked her swollen lips, and she trembled under the pleasure of his touch. He flicked her clit, and she whimpered. “Please.”

His muffled groans against her wetness had her trembling, and she writhed as he sucked hard on her pink flesh. She grabbed hold of his hands holding her hips, digging her fingernails into his flesh, crying out.

“Your screams are as delicious as you are, dove.”

Running her fingers through his hair, she tugged, so he’d look at her. He growled at being denied, his gaze darting to her sex as he licked his lips.

She panted. “I want you.”

He stood. Feathers flew around him, black as night. Within seconds, the feathers falling around him dissipated into smoke, leaving Kai in his true form. Her demon.

The horns on his head held the same red arcane symbols, glowing brightly. He folded his black wings as he took a step closer, the darkness behind his red irises sending a shiver down her spine. Her chest heaved as she crawled farther onto the bed and reached her hand out to him. She wished she had the words to tell him how much she loved him, but showing him would be better.

He chuckled as he got onto the bed, even kneeling he towered over her like a looming shadow waiting to pounce. “You do not need to use words. I can feel it radiating off you as easily as I smell your lust.”


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DIGGER by @AuthorLynnBurke

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Digger
Fallen Gliders #3
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Artwork: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

*Be warned: Multiple partners (MFM), anal sex, double penetration, bondage

Digger is one badass bastard hell-bent on protecting his Fallen brothers–no matter the cost. He’s also ugly as shit, scarred for life by one of the men who gang-raped his mother. Born of violence and only wanted by women for his massive cock, he lives an unfulfilled life while secretly yearning for more.

Maci Irving is his opposite, a kind-hearted soul who wants to care for everyone she meets. She’s also one of his brother’s flavors of the month. Fuck the world, and fuck the dark sedan tailing him everywhere he goes—once he claims a taste of her he’ll do everything he can to keep her.

With his heart in her hands, can he convince Maci to stay with him and become his old lady, or will his violent lifestyle and its consequences end up to be more than she can bear?

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“Capone said you could make me forget my own name,” she whispered while running her hands up over my chest.

My pecs flexed on their own beneath her firm touch. “Is that what you want?”

Lower lip sucking between her teeth, she nodded. Wetness coated her eyes, and fuck the goddamn ache that knifed through my chest. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she whispered, pressing closer so her pussy rested against my straining cock.

Fuck, did she tempt me like no other woman I’d gotten my hands on. What she needed was rest, strong arms to hold her close as she slept.

I slipped my hand up over the back of her tight t-shirt, beneath her silken hair to hold her nape. “If you want to stop, just say so, and you have my word that we will.”

She leaned in and kissed me.

Mind fucking blown.

Soft and pliant, sweet yet minty … goddamn did I fall under the beautiful witch’s spell. Rather than take control and plunder the ever-loving shit out of her mouth, I held back, tracing my tongue along her lips rather than fucking her mouth. She opened to me with a sigh, and I gently threaded my fingers through her hair, angling her head.

My arm banded around her back, tugging her closer until her pert tits pressed against me. Slow rolls of my hips against her pussy tightened my balls and made her whimper against my lips.

Two pairs of fucking jeans in our way … and my brother I’d forgotten about.

I tore my mouth from Maci’s. Eyes hazed over, she stared at me, swollen lips parted.

Capone sat back in my chair, legs spread, hand sliding over his bulge, a smirk on his face. Fucker loved to watch almost as much as he loved to get his dick wet.

I massaged the back of Maci’s head and wiped the moisture off her lower lip with my thumb, torn over doing the right thing by taking a rain check until she was in a better frame of mind.

She flicked her tongue out, and I slid my thumb into her mouth without thought.

Goddamn. I groaned as she swirled her tongue and sucked. My cock jerked, and she ground her pussy against me. “Christ, woman.” Swallowing back another groan, I grabbed her ass in my palms and stood. Fuck it. I’d give her exactly what she wanted and then some. I just had to trust she’d stop us if it was too much.

Maci wrapped her legs around me as though they belonged there.

I nodded toward the hallway, and Capone hopped out of his chair to lead the way. He dimmed the lights as I knelt on the bed, sliding Maci to the center. She clung to me, but I pulled back onto my haunches.

Pale hair spread over my pillows, pulse in her neck fluttering, eyes wide and filled with need. The desire to see her like that every day of my fucking life welled over me like a nine-foot wave.

Should have freaked me the fuck out. Shouldn’t have enjoyed the satisfaction sizzling through my blood. Mentally, I pulled back, telling myself to keep my suspicions in place. Keep myself safe from rejection.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I said, running my fingers up her thighs, over her hip bones, under her shirt. Her nipples pressed against the thin fabric, tight buds calling out for attention. I palmed her tits beneath her shirt, and she arched into my touch, lower lip once more between her teeth.

“You like my hands on you.”

“God, yes.” She gasped as I rolled both nipples between my fingers.

“Capone?” I scooted back and flicked the button on her jeans as my brother climbed onto the bed and took over where I’d left off with her tits.

Maci gasped as he closed his mouth over her nipple, t-shirt and all, grasping the back of his head to hold him close.

A muscle in my jaw flinched to see his mouth on her, but our time together was for her pleasure, fulfilling one of her fantasies—not getting my balls twisted with jealousy.

She doesn’t belong to you, I told myself while sliding down her zipper.

Yet, another voice whispered in my head, clenching my jaw.

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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I am not an elitist #oceanofpdf #entitlement #thieves #author

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Ah, good old piracy. It seems to have gotten easier to steal books ever since they went digital. Don’t get me wrong; I like being able to buy and read eBooks directly on my phone because it’s with me wherever I go, so I always have something to read. But it’s a lot easier to steal an eBook than a physical copy, so to some extent, sometimes I wish eBooks would disappear just for the pirating part of it.

Oceanpdf was shut down – if you don’t know what this is, it’s a website that had thousands of books available to download for free, stealing from authors. But when they were shut down, the thieves actually had the nerve to complain, stating they couldn’t afford the books (it’s the price of a Starbucks coffee for most…), and that authors should just give away their works because we should be grateful for having readers in the first place. Apparently, we’re elitists for wanting to get paid for our work. And if we’re writing for any sort of monetary gain, we’re writing for the wrong reasons.

Here’s the thing: in order to keep writing, one needs to get paid for it. Authors who want to get paid for their work have EVERY RIGHT to get paid. And people throwing the whole “I volunteer, so yes, I work for free.” well, it’s great you can do that, but it’s not the case for most of us. And it’s your choice: if you want to volunteer your time and not get paid, then fine. But don’t expect everyone to do it, and it doesn’t make you a saint and it doesn’t make us elitists. It’s expensive to publish a book. Those who self-publish, it’s even more expensive! But however you publish, unless you’re with one of the big fives, you’re probably marketing your own book, and that can carry pretty hefty fees.

A few months back (January, to be precise), I wrote a blog post about downloading book illegally. So I thought I’d update since it’s been a little over a year since my first book was published. I have Blasty, so I’m aware of websites that have my book available for illegal downloading, and here are the figures from July 2017 to July 2018:

Legal downloads: 67 copies (87.78$USD)

Legal print copies: 5 copies (56.99$USD)

Illegal downloads/read online: 12,387 (*27,870.75$USD)

*I calculated at an average of 5$ per copy.

Reviews/Ratings from readers: 22

Average stars: 4.35

Oh yes – I’m definitely an elitist. And think about this as well: even if I had gotten all that money from the downloads and online readers, it’s still a pretty low yearly salary. But it would have helped considering that in one year since my book was published, I’ve spent 936$, but actually made 144.77$. Oh yea, that’s me being a real greedy bitch right there. How dare I want to make a living off writing? I should just give away all my books for free while working my day job until I eventually have to stop writing because my day job is too stressful and takes all of my mental energy away. I’ve found ways to write around it (I wrote a blog post about it), but I won’t be able to keep it up forever.

If you don’t think my book is worth buying, then don’t read it – it’s really that simple. Or you can always follow me on Twitter or Facebook and whenever it’s available for a lower price, then buy it then (I’ve had 0.99$ and 2.99$ specials). If 5.99$ is too high, and you really, really want to read it and can’t wait for it to come out – maybe skip your next coffee run in the morning? Save up and buy it? If I really, really want a PlayStation 4, I don’t get to walk into Best Buy, take it off the shelf, and walk out the store without buying it. You think the courts are going to accept a “I’m poor and can’t afford it, but I need it to play Final Fantasy XV.“? Yeah… no. It’s not going to fly.

So why should it when it comes to books?

Signed,

Not an elitist author.