Thursday, September 29, 2016
Monday, September 26, 2016
Cover Reveal for 'On Fire' by Alicia Nordwell and a giveaway!
I want to share a big thank you to my host for featuring the cover reveal today for my latest Dreamspinner Press release, On Fire, made by Garrett Leigh. Without further ado...
A fun tidbit: I actually took the picture of the mountain (it was not on fire at the time, lol)
A picture is definitely worth a thousand words when it comes to a cover, and these guys are hot, but I bet you'd like to know more about their story, so here goes!
Blurb:
Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.
The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.
Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.
The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.
Where can you pick up your copy?
On Fire is available for pre-order at Dreamspinner Press now!
Contest!!
Because I love my fellow readaholics, I'm giving away a $5 gift card to Dreamspinner Press to celebrate finally being able to share On Fire's awesome cover and my photo inspiration for Jax and Scottie.
About the Author:
The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.
Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course!
She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alicia.nordwell
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AliciaNordwell
Release Day for It Takes Two to Tango!
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Fur, Fangs, and Felines: Book Three
Can two very different men find the love they need to
survive?
Remi Ginn’s an easygoing werecat with a love of snarky
T-shirts. He would be perfectly happy with a human mate. Is that what the
goddess Bast gives him? Of course not. Instead she gifts him with Marshell, a
Vetala, a snakelike nonshifter who drinks blood to survive. A man who’s just as
toppy as Remi—and even more powerful than the West Falls Clowder’s Alpha and
heir apparent.
While Remi is deciding whether he can handle the fates’
choice, hunters attack Marshell. Afterward, in an explosion of passion, Remi and
Marshell mate and Remi declares Marshell his. Now they have to figure out how
to make their relationship work as they dance around each other.
The clowder is in turmoil, and Remi’s acceptance of Marshell
rocks the very foundation of the insular group. The consequences will be
far-reaching. And if that isn’t problem enough, the situation with the hunters
is far from resolved… as proved by the appearance of an Alpha werewolf.
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Excerpt:
Chapter One—Remi
FUCK MY life.
I’d have to check, but I was pretty sure I had a shirt that said
that somewhere in my closet. If I didn’t, it was next on the list of things to
get. Because it fit—my life was fucked.
Sighing, I turned the radio up in an effort to drown out my
thoughts. I rattled down the road in my old beat-up work truck—which was
another thing I needed to take care of. I’d owned a sweet ’69 Ford
Mustang. Had being the key word. It went up in flames not long
ago… with the mate of Dolf, our heir apparent and head beta, inside.
Kirk made it out alive. My baby wasn’t so lucky, and I hadn’t
replaced her yet. Yes, I was mourning a car. Iloved her. Ugh. So
much for drowning out my thoughts. I turned on my blinker and made the turn
onto Alpha Armonty’s street for an emergency meeting he’d called.
Bad enough this was Monday, but it was what humans called Cyber
Monday, goddess help us. I turned the heat up a little more. December had
arrived with what the South considered abnormally cold temperatures. Frankly I
liked the cold—liked the snow, as long as we weren’t buried under a mountain of
the stuff.
As I pulled up in front of his house, I saw Dolf’s truck was
already there. Dolf, our head beta, was the Alpha’s son and heir apparent. The
other three betas—Heller, Aidric, and Brier—had arrived too. That left me. I
was also a beta for the West Falls Clowder.
I parked behind Heller and sat in my truck, staring sightlessly at
the house. One of the reasons we were meeting was because I met my mate,
Marshell Foles, a few days ago. Good news, right? Cue the canned audience
applause.
Now the bad news. My mate was possibly stronger than my Alpha and
the heir apparent together. Okay, now cue the canned boos and hisses. Maybe I
should’ve said life was fucked with a capital F.
I flashed back to the night I found out he was mine and the heavy
petting session we had on his couch. Now my cock was hard. Wonderful. Just what
I needed—an erection right before I met with my Alpha.
I pushed at the bulge, frowning. “Down, boy. I’m afraid you’re
barking up the wrong tree.”
In order for a shifter to mate, we had to share come and blood
during sex—which involved bottoming. For my mate I could bottom. The thing was,
I didn’t see myself doing it on a regular basis. I was a top—which was not that
big of a deal, except so was Marshell.
Somehow I didn’t see Marshell bottoming any more than I wanted to.
The man screamed Alpha male. That was another can of worms, and not the only
one by any means. And sitting here analyzing this was useless. I got out
and walked toward the front door before one of them noticed me sitting out here
in my truck like a dummy.
Just as I got to the door, Dolf opened it, read my shirt, and
promptly burst out laughing. “You have got to tell me where
you get those.”
Smirking, I shook my head. “It’s a well-guarded secret.”
Today I wore a black shirt with white writing: Be careful
when you follow the masses…. Sometimes the M is silent. “Masses” was
in light blue, as was the letter M, to draw attention to the play on words. I’d
been known to follow an ass or two in my day. Those days were over now.
Dolf nodded at my truck. “I was wondering if I was going to have
to come out there.”
“I had a feeling you’d be tapping on the driver’s window if I
didn’t get out soon,” I said as Dolf moved out of the way so I could enter the
Alpha’s home.
“I was counting down. Dad and the rest are already in his office.”
“That’s where the food is, right? I just got off work, so I
haven’t eaten.”
Dolf clapped me on the shoulder as he shut the front door. “Of
course. Come on back before they eat it all—damn bunch of vultures.”
I followed Dolf. The smells coming from Alpha Armonty’s office
made my mouth water. “Something smells good.”
“Mom got hot wings. There are fries, coleslaw, and potato salad to
go with it. And rolls too.”
“Your mom rocks.”
We entered the office. Everyone was standing around helping
themselves. Good. That meant there was still food, and I made a beeline for it.
“Hey! Look what the cat finally dragged in.” Aidric
shoulder-bumped me.
“Oh, such sharp wit. It cuts like a dull knife.” I rolled my eyes.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice you bumping me away from the table, you hog.”
“Hot wings, man.” Aidric winked at me. “Food of the gods and
hungry werecat shifters.”
“You’re always hungry,” I griped, shoving Aidric out of my way.
“Stop blocking the table, dude.”
“Hey, Remi,” Brier greeted me.
“Hey, how’s it going?”
“Good, good. Just got through helping my sister, Breanna, move
into her new apartment here in town. I swear, how does one person accumulate
that much stuff?” Brier complained.
“Oh that’s right. I forgot she was back,” I said. “Where was she
living before?”
“Philadelphia. She moved up there for her job, but she couldn’t
stand the cold weather and endless snow. All she did was gripe, gripe, gripe. I
finally got tired of hearing it and told her if she was that unhappy,
then she should move back home. I was kidding, but I don’t think she got that.
Next thing I know I’m getting a phone call and a due date for her to move.”
Brier scowled at a chip on his plate. “Should’ve kept my mouth shut.”
“What did you tell me she did?” I asked.
“She’s an accountant. Now that she’s settled into her new place,
she’s started job hunting. She’s got some savings, but that won’t last
forever.”
“Is she still unmated?” I asked.
“Yep. She had a boyfriend, but they weren’t mates. And speaking of
mates, I heard you found yours. Man, sorry I couldn’t attend the dinner.
Congrats.” Brier sat down at the round table we always used for meetings.
“Yeah, you should’ve seen his face.” Aidric chuckled.
“Thanks,” I said, unsure if I should say more. Did Brier know the
situation? Aidric did. He was there that night.
“Welcome, Remi.” Alpha Armonty pointed at the side table where the
drinks were set. “There’s several different sodas to pick from, and tea. Get
yourself a plate and grab a seat.”
“Yes, Alpha.” I filled a plate and got a drink. After we were
settled, Alpha Armonty cleared his throat. All talking ceased.
“We’re meeting for several reasons. First let me congratulate
Remi. As I understand it, Remi met his mate during Heller’s Thanksgiving
dinner, which I wish now the wife and I had attended.”
“Yeah, you never know what kind of trouble Heller’s going to stir
up,” Aidric joked.
“Again, let me remind everyone Lawson’s to blame for the whole
Thanksgiving deal. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.” Heller nodded as
though that was the end of the subject.
“You chickenshit.” Aidric poked Heller in the ribs. “Look at you
trying to throw it off on your mate, and the guy isn’t even here to defend
himself.”
“I’ll tell him,” I volunteered, flashing Heller an evil grin.
“Knowing Lawson, he’ll hide Heller’s hair-styling stuff as revenge. Hmm, I
might even have to suggest that. Just in case, you know.”
“He’d need a storage unit for all of it,” Brier added and then
took a drink of his soda.
“And a forklift to get it to the storage unit.”
Dolf snickered, licking the sauce from the hot wings off his fingers.
“Just a damn minute here.” Heller threw his napkin at me. “How’d
this discussion get onto me anyhow? And Remi? You might want to remember
Lawson’s like a brother to your mate. Maybe I’ll tell Lawson
to tell Marshell how you picked on me… and I’ll have you in the doghouse, man.”
“Doghouse? Really?” Dolf hooted.
“Sounds better than cathouse.” Heller shrugged and then bit into a
wing.
“All of you need to behave, or I’ll sic Kirk on you guys,” Dolf
threatened, and then smirked at the table as a whole.
“Oh goddess, anything but that.” Heller shuddered. Even Brier and
Aidric shut up.
“Impressive threat, Dolf.” I looked around. Dolf had managed to
get the last word. “Maybe I need a shirt that says that.”
“Gentlemen, can we get back to the matter at hand?” Alpha Armonty
pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What was the matter at hand?” Brier asked,
confusion clear on his face.
“I swear you have the attention span of a gnat,” I said to Brier
as I took a bite of coleslaw. “Mmm, this is good.”
“Met a lot of gnats, have you?” Brier fired back at me.
I glared at Brier. “Why, as a matter of fact—”
“I’m retiring!” Alpha Armonty yelled, silencing the table.
What? Stunned, I looked at Dolf, who sat at the table, composed as ever.
In fact, he looked like the cat who just ate the canary. Man, he looked
pleased. I glanced around the table. At least I wasn’t the only one sitting
there with his mouth hanging open.
Alpha Armonty pointed his finger at Dolf. “By all that’s holy, I
wish you the best of luck with these guys, son.”
Shock rendered us speechless, and then the room exploded with
questions. Our Alpha held up his hand, and then we all fell silent again.
“Dolf’s mother and I wish to do some traveling, and we want to do
it while we’re still young enough to enjoy it,” Alpha Armonty said. “I plan to
announce this to the clowder tomorrow night. Friday I’ll hand everything over
to Dolf. That night, you betas will pledge your loyalty to Dolf. By Saturday,
June and I are heading to Hawaii for several weeks. We’ve already checked with
the Alpha whose territory we plan to stay in.”
“Hawaii? Oh man, I’m jealous.” Aidric bit into a wing rather
viciously. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“And when you come back?” I asked, ignoring Aidric’s pout.
“I’ll take my place as an elder in our clowder. Once Dolf settles
into his role as Alpha, I might consider running for Central territory leader.
I have the experience as well as the connections.”
Paranormals had laws, a government, and punishments suited to
their kind. The paranormals in each territory voted for which elected Alpha was
on the ballot. The winner led that territory, and their title was territory
leader. They were like human governors. There were five territories in the US:
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Island, and Western Zones.
Those five territory leaders joined with other territory leaders
from around the world to make up the Alliance of Paranormals, or AoP, which had
over a hundred members at last count. They had the power to change laws voted
in by territory leaders. It was very similar to the humans’ Supreme Court.
“Wow,” Brier whispered. “Well, I’m sure I speak for the rest of us
when I say I wish you the best of luck, have fun in Hawaii, and is there a
suitcase big enough for me to hide in?”
There were several murmurs of agreement as we all stood and made
our way to him.
“Thank….” Alpha Armonty stopped speaking, his voice breaking. He
took a deep breath and started again. “Thank you, my betas.” Alpha Armonty
laughed slightly. “Well, soon to be Dolf’s betas. It’s been a pleasure working
with each of you.”
“It’s been our honor, Alpha,” I said. The others agreed. We
crowded around him, either giving him a quick hug or shaking his hand.
Brier turned to Dolf. “Congratulation to you too, man.”
Aidric pounded Dolf on the back. “Dolf, you dirty dog, you didn’t
even drop us a hint.”
“Yeah, he can keep a secret, can’t he? Congratulations, Dolf,” I
said.
So much had changed over the past year and a half. Dolf and Tal
found they had a second mate. It’d been a rough time for them. Paranormals, as
a rule, didn’t like humans, and Kirk was human before Dolf and Tal mated him.
Then another shifter tried to kill Kirk.
Not long after that, Heller found his mate, who was also human. Of
course. It just so happened Heller had a huge problem with humans—he hated
them. But they worked it out. Or rather, they were still working it out.
Now I’d met my mate, who was very close to
Lawson. In fact, they had a sexual relationship over ten years ago. Then
hunters found Marshell and attacked. Lawson found out humans weren’t the only
beings who walked the Earth.
My mate was a paranormal, which was kind of ironic. I’d been
totally fine with a human. What I didn’t expect was someone who drank blood and
had the power Marshell packed. Why was nothing ever easy?
We finished congratulating Dolf and Alpha Armonty and took our
seats.
“Now, back to business. My retirement was my first announcement.
Now for the second. As I mentioned, Remi found his mate a few days ago while
attending a Thanksgiving dinner at Heller’s house. His mate is Marshell Foles.
He has a sister, Janelle, who mated with Sam Ross, who, as you all know, is the
owner of Arches. Marshell is a paranormal—a Vetala.”
“I remember Sam mating her.” Brier frowned. “Correct me if I’m
wrong, but why do you sound concerned all of a sudden? We accepted her, so…?”
“Okay, let’s review,” Dolf said. “The Vetala are snakelike
paranormals who don’t shift. I’d been told the wordvetala translates
into ‘vampire’ or ‘zombie,’ but neither is accurate. Unlike vamps or zombies,
the Vetalas are very much alive. They age slowly, just like us, and die just
like us.”
“Oh yeah. I remember that. They drink blood, right?” Brier asked,
biting into another wing.
“Yes,” Dolf said. “Also the Vetala appear human until provoked. Or
highly aroused. At which point their fangs drop and their eyes turn a very
light blue with a black vertical iris.”
I spoke up. “Marshell and the others have to drink blood in order
to survive, guys. But Vetalas also eat regular food. You should know they
inject venom through their fangs, and this paralyzes the victims when they
feed. As a rule they don’t kill their prey. Also, as with vamps, the Vetala can
wipe their victims’ memory of the attack.”
What I didn’t add was Marshell told me he could use the venom to
paralyze me during sex if he fed then. It wouldn’t hurt me, just make me
completely helpless. He could do whatever he wanted, and I could do nothing
about it. The idea freaked me completely out. Talk about a trust issue.
“Is he dangerous?” Aidric asked.
“No more so than the rest of us,” I said, trying not to get
offended. “He hasn’t killed when feeding—only when threatened or attacked.”
“That does bring us to an important issue,” Dolf said. “Marshell
is very powerful. I was there when Marshell found out Remi was his mate. The
power he released was truly impressive, which is the problem. He’s stronger
than Dad… and me.”
That scared me to death. What Alpha would accept a new member into
his clowder who was stronger than him? Such a person could upset the power
structure. Alphas were strong-willed, natural leaders, somewhat arrogant, and
very confident.
“Wow. That’s serious.” Brier glanced at our Alpha, then at Dolf.
“What are you going to do, Alpha?”
Alpha Armonty looked at Dolf. “I’m leaving it up to Dolf since I’m
retiring.”
Dolf sighed and pushed his plate away. “At this point I have no
idea what I’m going to do. He’s Remi’s mate, and I respect that. I don’t want
to lose Remi as a beta, but… well, I’m still debating the issue.”
Thus the whole “fuck my life” analogy. I didn’t know what I was
going to do either. I loved my job as a beta. I loved my clowder. I didn’t want
to leave if Dolf couldn’t accept Marshell, but I also didn’t want to lose my
mate. Mates were a gift from our goddess Bast, and we didn’t turn our backs on
such a gift.
“Remi, I think you and Marshell need to talk.” Aidric pushed his
food around on his plate too. “Marshell may be powerful. He may even be more
powerful than you. But Dolf, has anyone asked him if he’s even interested in
leading a group? He can’t challenge you for position since he’s not a werecat.
Am I right about that?”
“You’re right,” Alpha Armonty said. “He can’t. But what if he let
his power leak around the clowder members? That could erode Dolf’s position as
Alpha. Or what if they refused to accept Marshell because of it? Dolf is well
liked. Our members could be threatened by Marshell’s power.”
“What if we called a meeting and told the clowder? The Vetala
don’t live in groups like us or werewolves, do they?” Brier asked.
“No,” I said. “They don’t. At the most you’ll have a hunting pair.
They hunt in twos as a precaution. Other than that they stay to themselves.
Janelle and Marshell hunt together, and they lived together after they moved
here. Well, until Janelle met Sam and Heller met Lawson. They still hunt
together, though.”
“‘Hunt.’ Earlier you called the humans they fed from ‘prey.’ Am I
the only one who finds that kind of freaky?” Brier asked.
“We shift. For all we know, they find our shifting
kind of freaky,” I spat. Oh yeah, I was beginning to see why Dolf reacted as he
did when he told us about Kirk.
“I didn’t mean it as an insult.” Brier held up his hand. “But come
on, Remi. You telling me it doesn’t freak you out some? I’m guessing your mate
would want to feed from you. I mean, he would, wouldn’t he? Even though you’re
not human?”
Shit. He would hit on the one thing I couldn’t answer.
“Okay, I’m going to throw this out there, so don’t yell at me,”
Aidric said before I could formulate a response to Brier’s question. “Our
clowder is already uneasy since we’ve added two humans—”
Dolf sighed. “This again? Dammit, they are not—”
“Yes, yes, they’re no longer human since they mated two of ours,”
Aidric hurriedly added. “But they weren’tborn werecats. They grew
up with different values and beliefs. Now we’re talking about accepting another
paranormal—which we’ve never done in our clowder until Janelle—who’s stronger
than our Alpha.”
“It’s a problem,” Brier agreed.
“Look, the man’s my mate,” I snapped, my anger rising. “While I
don’t want to leave you guys or my clowder… he’s my mate. Do you
get that? I’ve watched how Kirk fought to be accepted. Hell, he still fights.
Lawson probably will too. I’ve already heard rumblings about Janelle from some
of the older clowder members and—”
“Wait a minute. Rumblings? What are you talking about?” Aidric
demanded. “Dolf?”
“After her and Sam’s joining ceremony, the betas and Alpha met at
Sam’s house for the welcoming party we always have,” Dolf said, rubbing at his
eyes. “A few of the elders’ wives dropped off food—again, as they always
do—then left. Janelle had a few words to say about there not being any other
women there but her.”
“She referred to us as a ‘good-ol’-boys club’ and pointed out
there are no women as betas either,” Heller said. “That there are very few
women business owners. She asked Lawson if our clowder was stuck in the
nineteen twenties.”
Dolf massaged his temples.
“How do you know she said that to Lawson?” Alpha Armonty asked.
“Lawson wasn’t at the party after the joining ceremony. It was just those of us
with rank.”
“She said that to Lawson after the joining ceremony,” Heller said.
“We’ve never had a woman try for a beta position,” Alpha Armonty
added. “That’s why we don’t have one.”
“Do they even know they can?” Heller took a deep
breath. “I feel I should add that Lawson considers Janelle and Marshell family.
If Marshell isn’t accepted, Lawson has let me know it’s going to be a problem
for him.”
“Now what does that mean?” Dolf demanded.
“He’ll leave the clowder,” Heller said. “He says if the man he
considers a brother isn’t good enough for us, then neither is he. If he leaves,
then I go with him.”
“So I might end up losing two of my betas?” Dolf slammed his hand
on the table. “No, dammit. I won’t. All of you matter too much to me.”
“Janelle is right about the small-minded attitudes, Dolf. That
might make some mad, but it’s true. You don’t want to lose us? Then this
clowder needs to come out of the nineteen hundreds and join the twenty-first
century. I won’t walk away from Marshell.” I sat back in my chair.
Well, looks like I made up my mind what to do
about my very powerful, very deadly mate.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
2016 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention: Behind the Eight Ball
Hey y'all! I heard today that 8 Ball won an Honorable Mention in the Rainbow Awards. One judge said this about it:
1) Points for originality, for sure.
2) I really enjoyed this sweet shifter story. The characters were lovely, and having the MC as a domestic cat shifter was delightful. M.A.'s writing style fit the story perfectly - it was smooth, error-free, and a joy to read.
2) I really enjoyed this sweet shifter story. The characters were lovely, and having the MC as a domestic cat shifter was delightful. M.A.'s writing style fit the story perfectly - it was smooth, error-free, and a joy to read.
Behind the Eight Ball (Fur, Fangs, and Felines #2)Gay Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press (October 30, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1634766962
ISBN-13: 978-1634766968
Amazon: Behind the Eight Ball (Fur, Fangs, and Felines #2)
Amazon Kindle: Behind the Eight Ball (Fur, Fangs, and Felines #2)
Friday, September 23, 2016
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Dreamspinner's preorder for GRL
Going to GRL? This is a chance for those who are attending the event to get my titles at a discounted rate of 30% off! You will also receive free shipping to the event and DsP have the books there ready for you to pickup. Bring one of my titles to me and I'll sign it!
DsP encourage fans to preorder their favorites as quantities on site will be very limited!
~M
Monday, September 19, 2016
One Pulse released today! Get your copy! All proceeds will be donated to LGBT organizations in central Florida
Buy Link:
Dreamspinner: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/one-pulse-7577-b
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/One-Pulse-Jon-Keys-ebook/dp/B01LZQYAH5
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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/One-Pulse-Jon-Keys-ebook/dp/B01LZQYAH5
By Connie Bailey, Ellis
Carrington, Edmond Manning, Chrissy Munder, Caitlin Ricci, Andrea Speed, M.T.
Aspen, Jayce Ellis, Sera Kane, Dev Bentham, George Seaton, Renee Stevens, Emery
C Walters, Vicktor Alexander, Alicia Nordwell, C.C. Dado, M.A. Church, Troy
Storm, Mickie B. Ashling, KC Burn, Jon Keys, John Goode, John Amory, Grace R.
Duncan, Felicitas Ivey, Elizabeth Noble, Bree Cariad, Lila Leigh Hunter, Laura
Lascarso, J. C. Long
Stories drive life.
Sometimes life is good; sometimes life is bad. But it’s the nature of our
community that in the aftermath of an act of hatred, we respond with love.
Because darkness cannot exist in the presence of light. Cruelty cannot stand
against compassion. Negativity will never overcome hope.
To show our support for
those affected by the Orlando shooting, our authors, editors, artists, and
staff have volunteered their talents to create this anthology. All proceeds
will be donated to LGBT organizations in central Florida. Join us as we
celebrate the triumph of love over every obstacle.
Jon Keys—A Single Night
Alicia Nordwell—About
Best Friends & Boyfriends
Mickie B. Ashling—AdÃos
M.T. Aspen—Asking for
Trouble
M.A. Church—Chasing
Tyme
Caitlin Ricci—Coming
Out
George
Seaton—Cucurrucucú
Jayce Ellis—Dance
Bree Cariad—Everyday
Miracles
Chrissy
Munder—Everything I Need
Ellis Carrington—For
the First Time
Felicitas Ivey—Get Me
to the Church Town Hall on Time
John Amory—Happy Pride
Grace R. Duncan—Hope
John Goode—Let Them Eat
Cake
J. C. Long—Magical Boys
Just Wanna Have Fun
Elizabeth
Noble—Magicicada
Renee Stevens—More Than
a Pact
Troy Storm—One Big
Happy… Bunch
Connie Bailey—One Heart
at a Time
Dev Bentham—Perfection
Andrea Speed—Pride
Laura Lascarso—Pull
Lila Leigh
Hunter—Raffled Kiss
Emery C. Walters—Ranch
Dressing
C.C. Dado—Read My Lips
Sera Kane—The Stag's
Bane
KC Burn—The Tithe
Vicktor Alexander—The
Wooing of the Marqués de Sierra de Outes
Edmond Manning—They
Danced
Cover Artist: Paul
Richmond
Genres: Contemporary /
Ghosts/Spirits / New Adult / Science Fiction / Werewolves/Shapeshifters /
Western
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Another giveaway!
Okay, this is going to be a quick one lol. I have an ARe gift certificate that has to be used by 9/25/16. All you have to do to be entered in the contest is comment. I'm going to announce the winner September 23.
~M
Friday, September 16, 2016
Finicky Friday - Blackened Tilapia Baja Tacos
Blackened Tilapia Baja Tacos
Hey everyone, I thought it would be cool to post some recipes I had found online. I’m going to *try* to do some of these beforehand, but I’m sure there’ll be times I won't. I'm going to call this Finicky Friday. :)
Ingredients
1/4 cup reduced-fat sour cream
2 tablespoons chopped fresh cilantro
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
1 jalapeño pepper, seeded and chopped
1 cup thinly sliced white onion
1 1/2 teaspoons paprika
1 1/2 teaspoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon dried oregano
3/4 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper
4 (6-ounce) tilapia fillets
1 tablespoon canola oil
8 (6-inch) corn tortillas
1/2 ripe peeled avocado, thinly sliced
4 lime wedges
Preparation
1. Combine first 4 ingredients in a food processor; process until smooth. Combine jalapeño sauce and onion in a small bowl.
2. Combine paprika and next 6 ingredients (through ground red pepper); sprinkle evenly over fish. Heat oil in a large cast-iron skillet over medium-high heat. Add fish to pan; cook 3 minutes on each side or until desired degree of doneness.
3. Warm tortillas according to package directions. Divide fish, onion mixture, and avocado evenly among tortillas. Serve with lime wedges.
Recipe Time: Total: 20 Minutes
Yield: 4 servings (serving size: 2 tacos)
Nutritional Information
Calories 362
Fat 13.6 g
Satfat 3.1 g
Monofat 6.4 g
Polyfat 2.8 g
Protein 37 g
Carbohydrate 27.1 g
Fiber 4.9 g
Cholesterol 79 mg
Iron 1.5 mg
Sodium 388 mg
Calcium 74 mg
David Bonom, Cooking Light
MARCH 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
It Takes Two to Tango Blog Tour and Giveaway!
Today Divine Promotions kicking off the Blog Tour for It Takes Two to Tango by MA Church from Dreamspinner Press!
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Blurb:
Can two very different men find the love they need to survive?
Remi Ginn’s an easygoing werecat with a love of snarky T-shirts. He would be perfectly happy with a human mate. Is that what the goddess Bast gives him? Of course not. Instead she gifts him with Marshell, a Vetala, a snakelike nonshifter who drinks blood to survive. A man who’s just as toppy as Remi—and even more powerful than the West Falls Clowder’s Alpha and heir apparent.
While Remi is deciding whether he can handle the fates’ choice, hunters attack Marshell. Afterward, in an explosion of passion, Remi and Marshell mate and Remi declares Marshell his. Now they have to figure out how to make their relationship work as they dance around each other.
The clowder is in turmoil, and Remi’s acceptance of Marshell rocks the very foundation of the insular group. The consequences will be far-reaching. And if that isn’t problem enough, the situation with the hunters is far from resolved… as proved by the appearance of an Alpha werewolf.
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Series Fur, Fangs, and Felines | Book Three
Genres Erotic Romance / Vampires /Werewolves/Shapeshifters
Excerpt:
Chapter One—Remi
FUCK MY life.
I’d have to check, but I was pretty sure I had a shirt that said
that somewhere in my closet. If I didn’t, it was next on the list of things to
get. Because it fit—my life was fucked.
Sighing, I turned the radio up in an effort to drown out my
thoughts. I rattled down the road in my old beat-up work truck—which was
another thing I needed to take care of. I’d owned a sweet ’69 Ford
Mustang. Had being the key word. It went up in flames not long
ago… with the mate of Dolf, our heir apparent and head beta, inside.
Kirk made it out alive. My baby wasn’t so lucky, and I hadn’t
replaced her yet. Yes, I was mourning a car. Iloved her. Ugh. So
much for drowning out my thoughts. I turned on my blinker and made the turn
onto Alpha Armonty’s street for an emergency meeting he’d called.
Bad enough this was Monday, but it was what humans called Cyber
Monday, goddess help us. I turned the heat up a little more. December had
arrived with what the South considered abnormally cold temperatures. Frankly I
liked the cold—liked the snow, as long as we weren’t buried under a mountain of
the stuff.
As I pulled up in front of his house, I saw Dolf’s truck was
already there. Dolf, our head beta, was the Alpha’s son and heir apparent. The
other three betas—Heller, Aidric, and Brier—had arrived too. That left me. I
was also a beta for the West Falls Clowder.
I parked behind Heller and sat in my truck, staring sightlessly at
the house. One of the reasons we were meeting was because I met my mate,
Marshell Foles, a few days ago. Good news, right? Cue the canned audience
applause.
Now the bad news. My mate was possibly stronger than my Alpha and
the heir apparent together. Okay, now cue the canned boos and hisses. Maybe I
should’ve said life was fucked with a capital F.
I flashed back to the night I found out he was mine and the heavy
petting session we had on his couch. Now my cock was hard. Wonderful. Just what
I needed—an erection right before I met with my Alpha.
I pushed at the bulge, frowning. “Down, boy. I’m afraid you’re
barking up the wrong tree.”
In order for a shifter to mate, we had to share come and blood
during sex—which involved bottoming. For my mate I could bottom. The thing was,
I didn’t see myself doing it on a regular basis. I was a top—which was not that
big of a deal, except so was Marshell.
Somehow I didn’t see Marshell bottoming any more than I wanted to.
The man screamed Alpha male. That was another can of worms, and not the only
one by any means. And sitting here analyzing this was useless. I got out
and walked toward the front door before one of them noticed me sitting out here
in my truck like a dummy.
Just as I got to the door, Dolf opened it, read my shirt, and
promptly burst out laughing. “You have got to tell me where
you get those.”
Smirking, I shook my head. “It’s a well-guarded secret.”
Today I wore a black shirt with white writing: Be careful
when you follow the masses…. Sometimes the M is silent. “Masses” was
in light blue, as was the letter M, to draw attention to the play on words. I’d
been known to follow an ass or two in my day. Those days were over now.
Dolf nodded at my truck. “I was wondering if I was going to have
to come out there.”
“I had a feeling you’d be tapping on the driver’s window if I
didn’t get out soon,” I said as Dolf moved out of the way so I could enter the
Alpha’s home.
“I was counting down. Dad and the rest are already in his office.”
“That’s where the food is, right? I just got off work, so I
haven’t eaten.”
Dolf clapped me on the shoulder as he shut the front door. “Of
course. Come on back before they eat it all—damn bunch of vultures.”
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Make sure to follow the tour for a chance to win!
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Make sure to follow the tour for a chance to win!
~M
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