Wednesday, March 22, 2017

And The Stars Danced by Bailey Bradford - Book Blast and Giveaway!




Title: And The Stars Danced
Author: Bailey Bradford
Part of a series? If yes, can it be read as a standalone? Yes
Series Title: A Little Something ExTra
Number in Series: 1
Publisher: Rainbow Ninja Press
Release Date:
Early Download at Rainbow Ninja Press – 26 January 2016
General Release – 3 March 2017
Genres: M/M Romance, Gay Fiction, Sci Fi
Word Count: 80,830

Links:
Rainbow Ninja Press – EU Customers – https://payhip.com/b/KYs2

Categories: M/M Romance, Gay Fiction, Sci Fi
Rafflecopter Prize: And the Stars Danced (PDF)

Author Bio:
These things always give me fits. Basically, I am an author of erotic romance. Besides being an author, I am a mother, a grandmother, a wife, and a combination of many other things that make my life joyous day in and day out. Unless someone swipes my coffee. Then it gets pretty ugly quickly.

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Blurb:
Elliot's always been an outcast—the crazy one in the family—mocked by people and locked in psych wards more times than he can count. His life was normal until he saw the stars move.
But a person can only take so much torment, so much pain. Elliot might or might not be mentally ill. He doesn't know. What he is sure of is that he's had enough.
And if he thought his life was strange before, when he finds himself abducted and held in a secret government facility populated with AI's—Artificial Intelligence beings—all the scary things he's experienced before then can't compare to what they want to do to him.
Karl is an artist whose only companion is his Irish wolfhound, Ian. His current work is a sheet of copper he finds himself puncturing in an erratic manner. Then one night he steps outside, and the stars move.
Elliot, Karl and Ian are about to embark on an adventure that will send them running for their lives, and into a reality they would never have imagined possible. Outer space, new worlds, and old treachery await them, along with very shocking revelations about what and who they really are.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Dreamspinner Science Fiction ebooks sale!





Alien Abduction!  


On Monday, March 20, all Science Fiction ebooks are on sale for $4. (Sale is set to begin and end based on Eastern Standard Time.)



That means In Enemy Hands is on sale for $4.










Friday, March 17, 2017

Finicky Friday - Swiss-Potato Breakfast Casserole



Swiss-Potato Breakfast Casserole

Hey everyone, time for Finicky Friday again! Serve this thyme-flavored, ham, potato, and egg breakfast casserole for brunch or dinner with fresh fruit and juice.



Ingredients

1 pound tiny new potatoes, cut into 1/4-inch slices

1/3 cup thinly sliced leek

Nonstick cooking spray

3/4 cup chopped lower-fat and lower-sodium cooked ham

3 ounces reduced-fat Swiss cheese, cut into small pieces

1 1/4 cups fat-free milk

1 tablespoon all-purpose flour

3/4 cup refrigerated or frozen egg product, thawed

2 teaspoons snipped fresh thyme or 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme, crushed

1/4 teaspoon black pepper


Directions

1. In a covered large saucepan cook sliced potatoes in a small amount of boiling, lightly salted water about 10 minutes or just until tender, adding the leek the last 5 minutes of cooking. Drain potato mixture.

2. Coat a 2-quart rectangular baking dish with cooking spray. Place potato mixture in bottom of the prepared baking dish. Sprinkle with the ham and Swiss cheese.

3. In a medium bowl stir the milk into the flour until smooth. Stir in the egg product, thyme, and pepper. Pour the egg mixture over potato mixture.

4. Bake in a 350 degrees oven for 35 to 40 minutes or until a knife inserted near center comes out clean. Serve immediately.


Nutrition facts (Swiss-Potato Breakfast Casserole)

Servings Per Recipe 6, pro. (g) 13, vit. C (mg) 15, carb. (g) 23, Fat, total (g) 4, chol. (mg) 16, vit. A (RE) 103, cal. (kcal) 180, Starch () 2, Lean Meat () 1, sodium (mg) 445, calcium (mg) 141, iron (mg) 3, sat. fat (g) 1, fiber (g) 1

http://www.midwestliving.com/recipe/casseroles/swiss-potato-breakfast-casserole/

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Dragon's Hoard under contract and a small excerpt!




WHOOT!! Dragon Hoard's is under contract with Dreamspinner with a release date of October. This will be part of the new houseline, Dreamspun Beyond. I'm very excited about this novel--I've been wanting to do a dragon story for a while now, lol.

Here's a little sample of the story. It's unedited as of yet by DsP, of course.



Raised voices drifted out onto the deck, and Avery sighed. Now what?
“By all the gods, is that a—”
Avery frowned. A what? Then someone screamed, and he jumped. The increased heartbeats of his fellow pack members inside the parlor beat relentlessly at him. Okay, that was a little disconcerting.
Then the tinny stench of fear drifted on the cool breezes out to him. Fear? Forget disconcerting. Now he was flat out worried. There was very little werewolves feared. Broken pieces of conversations, anger, and waves of distress overwhelmed him. Maybe he should get back in there, although he wasn’t sure what he could do to help—not that he would be allowed anyway.
Silence!”
The roar hit him like a sonic boom. His knees went weak, and he grasped the deck railing to keep himself up. Power, unlike any he’d ever felt, rolled over him. Oh gods. He closed his eyes trying to rein himself in.
As he adjusted, he noticed something else. That roar—so masculine, low and growly. It sank into his very bones. His cock perked up and his claws came out, digging into the wood of the railing he so desperately held. He pried his eyes open.
Confusion hit him. His breathing spiked. This wasn’t a weaker wolf reacting to one more powerful. No, it was something else. Something he’d never experienced before. Didn’t matter though. He wrestled his body under control. He refused to be the weak-willed Omega everybody assumed he was.
Once his breathing leveled out, he noticed the silence. The nighttime sounds he was so familiar with was glaringly absent. There was no prey scuttling across the dead grass and decaying leaves. No predator stalked on stealthy feet. There was nothing.
A chill crept up his spine. It seemed as if everything around him had frozen. He glanced back into the parlor. Both the music and conversations had stopped. Tension rolled out through the open doors.
Avery had the perfect view of his father. Several of his betas stood behind the Alpha. Even from where he stood, Avery could see the unease on his father’s face. Avery gawked. His father was renowned for being cool under pressure.
But not this time. His mother stood off to the side and behind his father with several female werewolves clustered around her. He sister Mandy stood next to their mother, but he couldn’t see the rest of his sisters.
What in the hell was going on?
“Your time is up.”
Avery shivered again. That voice. What was it about that voice?
“Not until the stroke of midnight, it isn’t.” Alpha Montgomery growled.
For once his father didn’t sound like the authoritative werewolf Avery knew he was. Avery shifted to the side trying to see through the French doors into the parlor. Who was his father speaking with? He bit his lip, still unable to see. Slowly he inched farther to the right. Just a little more and he could finally see.
“Which is less than three hours away. You’ve made no effort to contact me nor have you made any type of payment. I have to tell you, Alpha Montgomery, this disturbs me greatly.”
Avery blinked. Who dared to speak to his father was such a disrespectful tone? More importantly, why wasn’t his father wiping the floor with them? Avery eased a few inches over. As he moved, he got a better look into the room.
His glance roamed over a male who was of average height with brown hair. His looks weren’t anything spectacular, and the black rimmed glasses he wore didn’t help. He wasn’t a paranormal, although he wasn’t quite human either. He sniffed again and finally picked up the hint of magic in the air.
Then he saw the other one.
Good gods. A man stood several feet from his father. Avery’s stomach dropped. The stranger was tall, dark and sexy beyond belief. Long black hair fell to slender hips. Avery swallowed. Whoever this man was, he wasn’t as tall as his father nor was he bulky with muscles. He had what the humans termed a swimmer’s build.
Even though Avery could only see his profile, there is no denying the stranger had a strong jaw, insanely chiseled cheekbones, and a perfectly formed nose. His light gray pinstriped suit fit him like a glove and suggested it was custom-made… and expensive, very expensive.
Who was this male? He wasn’t human, Avery knew that. He sniffed, trying to pick up the stranger’s scent. When he finally did, it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was dark, delicious… and completely unfamiliar. But he liked it, and he wanted more.
His cock, which had softened slightly, sprang up. Tingles raced through his body. Oh gods, so good. He yearned. His wolf wanted nothing more than to roll around in that scent. He sniffed again, more deeply this time.
Gods, what was that other male?
Alpha Montgomery tensed. “I’ll talk with you tomorrow. Tonight we’re celebrating my youngest coming of age.”
“No, I don’t believe so. Why don’t we adjourn to your office?”
Avery hiked an eyebrow. Whoever this guy was, he had balls the size of coconuts. The fact that he was still standing on his feet, in one piece, amazed Avery. Why was his father allowing such disrespect?
“I—”
“Now!” the stranger snapped.
“Holy shit,” Avery whispered, expecting to see blood flow at any moment. No one spoke to his father that way.
The stranger whipped his head around and stared straight at Avery. Shock hit him square between the eyes. Feet glued to the floor, all Avery could do was stand there, frozen, with his mouth hanging open. Beautifully colored indigo eyes zeroed in on him. Avery had never seen such an unusual swirling mixture of blues and purples for an eye color. They were striking and quite intimidating.
For the first time ever, Avery understood how prey felt. His heart pounded, and his head spun. His mouth was so dry he couldn’t swallow. An instinct he didn’t know he possessed shouted at him to turn, run… to escape. But another yelled at him to get closer, to go belly up for his….
Mate. 
Shit, it can’t be. Just can’t! What was staring at him was the top predator in the paranormal community—a dragon. Nobody fucked with dragons. No one. And somehow, his father had gotten on the wrong side of one.