woensdag 24 mei 2017

Book Excerpt Domme Experience

Book Excerpt

“Please put this on, then light some candles in the bathroom.”  I handed Sam the slave tunic that I’d purchased.

Sam put on the simple garment, then scrambled to find the thick candles, placed them around the tub and on the window sills, and light them.  Then, he turned off the electric lights, rendering the room into a romantic cave with flickering orange lights.

I got undressed in the closet, selected some bubble bath and sprinkled it into the tub, then stepped into the water; the temperature was perfect!

“You may bathe me, Slave.”  I handed Sam a washcloth and pointed to the body wash.  He smiled, sat on the side of the tub, and began on my shoulders and back.  I knelt so that he could wash lower, and turned around, so he could wash my front.

Then, I laid back in the tub, and lifted each leg, in turn, so Slave could wash them.  It was luxurious, feeling the softness of the bubble bath, and Slave’s caresses with the wash cloth.

Finally, I stood, so Slave could wash my privates.  When he had finished with the wash cloth, he put his hand under me.  “May I, Goddess?”

I decided to tease Sam a little; I would be doing a lot of that over the next week.  “You may get me started, Slave.”

As I faced away from him, Sam reached between my legs and let his hand slide up, until his fingers were lifting my hood and gliding alongside my clit.  I let myself drift, closing my eyes and envisioning some of the things I had planned for Slave Sam.

It only took a couple of minutes.  “That’s enough, Slave.  Stand in the corner, hands on hips.  You may watch your Goddess rise to the heights of ecstasy.”

Laying back in the tub, with only my head sticking out of the bubbles, I closed my eyes, and did myself, making only small movements, and taking the time to savor the bath … and having my own slave.

I would be letting Slave satisfy me in a while, but I decided to put on a little show.  I slowly moved my body, contorting, my legs out of the water, then back in, my hands below the bubbles, presumably working on my sensitive spots.

But actually, I was pretending, faking it.  I wondered whether Sam would be able to tell?  Although my motions were exaggerated, and I wasn’t touching myself ‘there’, I really was turned-on.

After several minutes of increasingly erotic movements, I arched my back,  let my eyes open and roll back into their sockets, and screamed.  Sam knew I normally didn’t scream having sex, but I thought I’d given him a pretty convincing performance.  I let my body slip below the water, again.

Hearing some soft whimpering, I opened my eyes:  Sam was in position, but his eyes were closed.  “Is there a problem, Slave?”

Sam’s eyes snapped open, and he shook his head.  Then, he smiled crookedly, and said, “I was getting a little excited, watching Goddess.  And this thing,” he pointed down to the C&B device, “hurts.”

I chuckled, “Suck it up, Slave.”

Then, I remembered the chocolate.  “Slave!  Please go downstairs and open a nice Port, and bring the bottle and one glass up here.  You can also bring the chocolate bar that’s on the bed.”  Sam raised his eyebrows and smiled, then hurried off.  I thought how nice this treatment would be on my birthday, in addition to our traditional spanking.

Slave re-appeared, and poured a glass of Port.  Then, he opened the chocolate, broke off a square, and held it out; I opened my mouth, and he popped it in.  I savored the flavor, letting the slightly bitter dryness coat my tongue.  Then, I took a sip … several sips … of the luscious wine.

“You may stand in the corner again, Slave.  But face away from me.  That way, I can admire the hearts and stripes, and you won’t have to suffer with that cage.”  The pattern of thin white stripes on the backs of his legs from the switch and red marks on his butt from the heart-shaped crop made a nice touch, but I couldn’t see them in the darkness of the candle light.

I would call Slave, when I was ready for more chocolate or Port.  The candles were flickering, with glossy streaks of wax dripping down their sides.

Seeing that, and remembering Sam in position on the bed, gave me an idea for an activity for tomorrow.  One that I hadn’t originally planned.

Yes, this was going to be an interesting week!

About the Book

Title: Domme Experience

Author: Simone Freier

Genre: Erotic Romance

Beyond    50    Shades    …    Way    Beyond!

DOMME    EXPERIENCE    is    an    intimate    exploration    of    kinks    and    fetishes    by    an    unlikely    couple,    with    thoughtful    and    philosophical    discussion    by    the    characters,    and    graphic    descriptions    of    their    erotic    adventures.
Kelly    takes    the    upper    hand    –    in    a    manner    of    speaking    –    exhibiting    her    dominant    side,    and    impressing    her    parents    and    Sam,    as    roles    are    reversed.

Her    formal    training    as    a    dominatrix    leads    to    new    and    unexpected    experiences    for    Sam.        Kelly    and    Sam    explore    new    cultures,    and    enjoy    further    adventures    with    friends,    as    their    world    travels    continue.        Kelly    demonstrates    her    technical    and    business    prowess,    and    the    company    that    she    and    Sam    founded    takes    off,    changing    their    lives    forever.        There    are    a    billion    reasons    why    they    should    be    happy.        But    they    are    unaware    that    a    storm    is    brewing    on    the    horizon.
The    Experiences    series    is    an    epic    love    story    of    erotic    relationships    and    sexual    desires.        Written    in    a    ‘literary    realism’    style,    the    series    introduces    Sam    in    the    prequel,    and    the    blossoming    of    his    intimate    relationship    with    Kelly    as    the    series    progresses.        Fantasies    and    real-world    adventures    coalesce    to    mold    a    unique    bond    between    unlikely    lovers.        Where    needs    are    mutually    satisfied    in    an    open,    creative    and    trusting    environment.        Where    physical    and    mental    boundaries    are    pushed.        Where    the    concepts    of    love    and    sex    are    never    confused,    but    sometimes    confusing.        Where    openness    is    required    and    intimacy    is    expected.        And    where    fair-is-fair,    regarding    the    punishment    of    transgressions.
Contemporary    erotic    romance:    Suitable    for    mature    readers,    aged    18+    years.    Experiences:    Book    8    is    187,000    words,    18    chapters,    621    print    pages
Acclaim    for    Simone    Freier    and    the    EXPERIENCES    series:

“Fun,    intense,    sexually    erotic”

“One    of    my    favorite    series    in    recent    memory”

“Simone    Freier    is    a    sexually    charged    and    inspired    writer”

“It    is    quite    a    tale    and    a    very    good    read    that    explores    an    intimate    topic”

“The    writing    is    well-done,    engaging,    and    erotic”

“The    characters    are    rich    &    believable,    while    the    eroticism    is    thick    &    lush”

“Freier    writes    some    incredibly    powerful    scenes”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Freier    holds    poignant    insight    into    the    complexities    of    interpersonal    communications    and    behavior”

“The    desire    crawls    out    of    the    pages    and    into    my    mind”

“The    writing    style    is    relaxed,    even    playful,    and    always    fresh”

“Steams    up    the    pages    –    very    sensual    and    erotic”

“Simone    Freier    entertains    her    readers    with    a    story    of    love,    trust,    respect    and    exploration”

“Unexpectedly    thoughtful    and    intensely    passionate”

“Simone    Freier    has    an    intoxicating    way    with    words”

“Fifty    shades    greyer    in    this    deep    look    at    sexual    explorations”

“Freier’s    attention    to    detail    in    her    books    is    awe-inspiring!”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Fine    writing    from    an    author    who    knows    her    genre”

“If    you    love    erotica,    then    you’ll    love    this    series”

“Definitely    a    five-star    series!”
WARNING!    This    work    contains    mature    content,    including    graphic    sexual    descriptions    and    scenes,    and    is    provided    for    adults    only.    The    Experiences    series    contains    scenes    of    psychological    and    physical    submission,    discipline,    and    medical    fetish.        The    characters    explore    various    fetishes,    which    evolve    throughout    the    series.        ALL    CHARACTERS    IN    THE    BOOK    ARE    21    YEARS    OLD    OR    OLDER,    and    all    activities    are    consensual.

About The Author

An adventuress and traveler, Simone is a sensual being who loves to read stories that excite her.  She takes exception to authors who promote their works as ‘dirty’, ‘filthy’, or ‘smutty’:  She believes that sex is wonderful in all of its incarnations, and doesn’t shy away from graphic descriptions of realistic sexual experiences, no matter how messy.  Her writing is mainly in the ‘literary realism’ style – i.e., it is wild (even outrageous) … but could really happen to you!  She values openness in relationships, and demonstrates this through her characters.

Prior to becoming an author, Simone was a nurse.  One of her pet peeves is reading erotica that gets simple anatomy wrong!  She is continually bewildered by women who haven’t explored their own bodies.  Another pet peeve is the mostly hung-up Victorian society prevalent in the U.S. and U.K., and she tries to do her part to change that by introducing people to new sexual and sensual experiences through her erotic writing.  The activities in Simone’s books are quite realistic, as she has participated in most of these in ‘real life’, as surreal as it may seem.

Simone is currently completing the Experiences series, which will run an estimated 1,000,000 words!  That is why she refers to it as an ‘epic’ romance, although each volume is intended to stand on its own, with a ‘happy for now’ ending.  Experiences combines literary style and philosophical discussion by the characters with graphic portrayal of sex in all of its kinks and fetishes.  You may not like all of the things Simone’s characters do … but neither do they.  Their exploration of new experiences will hopefully motivate some readers to explore their own sexuality to a greater extent.

Simone loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to contact her.   In fact, she hopes you will feel ‘free’ sexually and spiritually, as well.  Please follow her on social media and her blog.  On her website, you may interact directly with the main characters in her books, including asking them questions in order to understand their perspectives in more depth.

You can sign up to her mailing list to learn about new releases, and take advantage of promotions.  All readers on the mailing list will be sent an excerpt from each of her next novels, prior to publication.

You can contact Simone at sf@simonefreier.com

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maandag 22 mei 2017

Book Excerpt The Agartes Epilogues

Book Excerpt

The creature, somehow sensing her thoughts, chooses this moment to lunge at her.

But Jarche is quick, quicker than most women her age—though it is true, also, that most women her age would have long rotted away. Then she is on the ground, and then she is drawing on the agan to propel herself through the air. The creature smashes into rock and trees along the way but she remains one step ahead of it, always one step until at last, she reaches the tower.

It takes flight, barreling towards her. She feels it smash against the tower wall. She ignores it now, making her way up the steps while she continues to focus on the spells that prevent the creature from overwhelming her thoughts.

About halfway up the tower, she sees a length of chain coiled around a post and attached to a hook. She takes it, marvelling at the rush she feels as soon as she touches the cold metal. A soft, blue glow emanates from her hands. She runs across the bridge, just in time to see the creature swoop below her. She fiddles with the hook and then throws it. It hits the creature as it passes by, digging right between its shoulder blades.

Both excitement and fear builds up inside Jarche’s throat. Is she hesitating? The creature roars as it flails at the end of the chain. The tower shakes as it pulls; it will not be long before it will shake itself free.

She swallows, makes a decision. There is a chance she is wrong, but…

She jumps, grabbing the taut chain on the way down. Slime and grease coats her fingers and arms. She reaches the creature and is able to comprehend only enough to grab the chain and hold tight. For a moment, she has the sudden flash of memory of a man taking her hand and kissing it before he draws back to invite her to dance. Music, an orchestra, plays in the background.

Her mind turns blank.

About the Books

Series Title: The Agartes Epilogues

Author: K.S. Villoso

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Jaeth’s Eye

It has been years since his brother’s accident. Kefier was only just beginning to live a normal life–at least, as normal as it could get for a mercenary from a run-down town. And then an errand goes wrong and he finds himself holding his friend’s bloody corpse. Already once branded a murderer, he is pursued by men he once considered friends and stumbles into the midst of a war between two mages. One bears a name long forgotten in legend; the other is young, arrogant Ylir, who takes special interest in making sure Kefier is not killed by his associates. The apex of their rivalry: a terrible creature with one eye, cast from the womb of a witch, with powers so immense whoever possesses it holds the power to bring the continent to its knees.

Now begins a tale with roots reaching beyond the end of another. Here, a father swears vengeance for his slain children; there, a peasant girl struggles to feed her family. A wayward prince finds his way home and a continent is about to be torn asunder. And Kefier is only beginning to understand how it all began the moment he stood on that cliff and watched his brother fall…

Aina’s Breath

Enosh, apprentice to one of the richest merchants in the Kag, is secretly heir to a broken line of mages. Because of The Empire of Dageis’ quest for sources of the agan–the life-source that mages use for power–his people have been reduced to scavengers, his culture diminished to a speck in the wind. For more than ten years, he has helped raise a conjured beast to use as a weapon against the Dageians. But Enosh’s plans are falling apart. A powerful enemy has escaped and Enosh needs to capture him before he reaches Dageis. His quest is further complicated after he finds himself used as a pawn by Gasparian nobles.

On the other end of the continent, Sume, daughter to a Jin-Sayeng hero, must return to her roots to save her country and bring honour to her father’s name. To do this, she must befriend a prince and understand the terrible, corrupting nature of power and the reason her father was driven to walk away from it all those years ago…

Meanwhile, Kefier, Enosh’s agan-blind brother, is forced back into a life of violence. As he struggles with the notion that hands, once bloodied, never stay clean for long, he finds himself occupied with an unexpected burden: his own brother’s daughter.

Sapphire’s Flight

The battle at Shi-uin has left scars. The rise of Gorrhen yn Garr to power seems unstoppable. As nations fall, the lines between love and duty become blurred and Kefier, Sume, and Enosh must learn to live with the choices they have made.

Author Bio

K.S. Villoso was born in a dank hospital on an afternoon in Albay, Philippines, and things have generally been okay since then. After spending most of her childhood in a slum area in Taguig (where she dodged death-defying traffic, ate questionable food, and fell into open-pit sewers more often than one ought to), she and her family immigrated to Vancouver, Canada, where they spent the better part of two decades trying to chase the North American Dream. She is now living amidst the forest and mountains with her family, children, and dogs in Anmore, BC.



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dinsdag 16 mei 2017

Promo Post Ahe'ey

About the Book

Title: Ahe’ey
Author: Jamie Le Fay
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Morgan is a dreamer, change maker and art lover. She is a feisty, slightly preachy, romantic feminist full of contradictions and insecurities. Morgan uncovers a world where women have the power, and where magic is no longer just a figment of her wild imagination. Sounds like a dream, but it may, in fact, turn into a nightmare.
The world of the Ahe’ey challenges and subverts her views about gender, genes, and nature versus nurture.
The strong and uninvited chemistry between her and the dashing Gabriel makes matters even more complicated. His stunning looks keep short-circuiting her rational mind.

Editorial Reviews

“In this romantic tale, a champion of women’s empowerment stumbles on a hidden–and seemingly perfect–society. A bracing mix of emotionally and intellectually honest fantasy.” – Kirkus

“A compelling and creative work of paranormal romance. Le Fey takes her characters to places seldomly seen in fantasy fiction that readers will find empowering and prescient. Ahe’ey is a fairly polarizing book. As an example of feminist fantasy fiction, you won’t find much better than this. Ahe’ey is an impressively thought-out story, with many original touches and a fairy-like romance that will deeply satisfy readers of the genre.” Self-Publishing Review, ★★★★

“This book is a thoughtful look at empowerment for women. At the same time, it’s a rollicking trip into a fantasy world complete with dragons, love and strength, and ideas that really get you thinking. This book is highly recommended for all ages.” – HUGEOrange

“They’re flawed, real, and honest characters that can be easily related to. Ahe’ey is the kind of novel society needs to read, to create inspiration and to make people think. Ahe’ey is daring, complex, and honest. A must-read novel that tackles heavy and real topics with a mix of serious and humorous, charm and tragedy.” – Reader’s Favorite – ★★★★★

“Ahe’ey contains a richly imagined world that raises complicated and timely questions about our own. Jamie Le Fay’s Ahe’ey is an action-packed love story that puts forth a nuanced vision of gender stereotypes, body politics, and the dark side of seeking perfection.” – Foreword Clarion – ★★★★

Author Bio

Jamie Le Fay is the author of Ahe’ey. She was born in Europe and spent her early adult years traveling around the world working in information technology and focusing on her passion: empowering women and girls. Jamie lives in Sydney, Australia where she is involved in a variety of initiatives that hope to contribute to the safety, well-being and education of girls globally. Jamie is an accomplished writer and speaker that focuses mainly on topics related to girlhood, feminism, gender equality, and the misrepresentation of minorities in media and marketing.


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zaterdag 6 mei 2017

Book Excerpt The Women Who Love Rome

Book Excerpt

Los Angeles International Airport
I have an epiphany, and not the kind that my sister says can be cured or eradicated by rubbing cream on it, but a real eye-opening epiphany. I have been kidding myself into believing that my weak excuse for not pursuing a relationship is because of my commitment to my writing career.
What writing career?
In the three years that I have been a disenchanted writer, my publisher has sold two copies of my memoir: one to myself and the other one also to myself, which I returned for a refund. If I’m postponing love for that kind of success, someone should sell me some land and quick, before I grow wise.
These are the thoughts that drift through my mind as I head into the Los Angeles airport, making certain to drop two dollars into the homeless man’s cup. I lug my stuffed-to-capacity bright orange tote bag behind me, as energetic orange has recently become my color of choice.
Today marks the end of a six-day stint at my sister Kirby’s house after coming here to celebrate the one-year anniversary of my divorce. It’s been a busy, exhausting, and exciting six days of bumming on the beach, boozing it up, and philosophizing until the crack of dawn.
I have two hours to kill before my flight departs for Chicago so I check my luggage, go through security, and proceed to Gate Twelve. Eager to catch up on some journaling, I find an empty row of seats to make my own. I exhale a deep breath as the memories of my fabulous vacation are fading.
I am all out of excuses for not pursuing a romance, and make the decision to do something about it. Otherwise, I will be back in Chicago, living my humdrum existence, hoping and wishing for things to be different. While I enjoy my iced white tea from 95 Degrees of Heaven, I sit comfortably with my pen poised over my jumbo-size hardback journal. I am ready to make a thought-provoking entry about my glorious vacation, when out of nowhere, I hear a male voice say, “I want to see your panties.”
Did I just hear what I thought I heard?
I can only hope that those words are not directed at me. I chuckle and jolt my head upwards, eyes widened. Then, my jaw drops. I tell myself that my eyes are playing tricks on me. But my eyes are fine. The person before me is exactly who I think he is: Rome Nicki, an old boyfriend who ran away. That’s right. His handsome butt ran away from me and married someone else, but I digress. What’s most notable is how much I wanted this man, and when I say I wanted him, I mean I wanted him bad!
How bad did I want him?
This is the man I wanted to make well when he was sick, the man I planned to curse out when he came home late, the man I wished to make love to on Mondays and Wednesdays and sometimes even Fridays, but most importantly, the man I wanted to stamp with the words Already Taken.
In short, love is my religion, and Rome used to be my church.
“Oh… My… God,” I say to him. I am all smiles when I throw myself into a standing position and curl my arms around him. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
Rome holds me close, and I soak up his just-showered scent. I’m totally preoccupied with sex now, and all he’s done is hug me.
What would happen if he kissed me?
I have to control my emotions. I inhale a whopping deep breath and remind myself that what I had with Rome before is over. Today is a totally different day. The man is probably still married anyway. My mind is listening to my sophisticated logic, but my body has a mind of its own and is hoping that old times will be back again and soon.
With Rome’s arms still wrapped around me, I don’t want to let go of his warm body, but I force myself.
“Here we are together again, just like old times,” he says, his haunting sienna brown eyes staring at me. “Do you care to take a trip down memory lane?”


Hypnotized by my attraction to him, a small moan escapes from my mouth as my insides melt. “We probably shouldn’t.”
“But it would be so much fun,” he says to me in a whisper.
“I’m sure it would be.”
Rome seems intent on weakening me, but I fight the temptation every step of the way. I inhale another much-needed breath and say to myself. Self-control. It’s all about self-control.
“You enjoy flirting with me, don’t you?” I ask him.
I fix my gaze on his lips, the kind I could kiss all day, and all night.
“I have thought about you… a lot.” As soon as I hear the words escape from my mouth, I realize that I have done it now. Am I really bold enough to start something with this man again, knowing that I might regret it later?
I resume a sitting position and slap the seat next to me. “Sit down next to me so that we can catch up.”
Rome is quick to oblige. “So, are you going to let me see those panties?”
With a soft smile, I shake my head, no. If only he really knew how I felt. Then, again, he probably does as the sweat above my upper lip is bound to give me away.
He wears a classic black narrow-brim Fedora hat and if that is not enough to make any woman swoon, he sports a seductive I-haven’t-shaved-in-two-days look that I find utterly intoxicating.
He is one gigantic spoonful of sexy.
At this moment, I have a major hard-on for this man, if such a thing is at all possible for a woman. To halt the amazing memories of our past from running over, I ask him, “Are you on your way to Chicago?”
Rome is a successful film producer in his early 40’s who has always spent his time between Los Angeles and Chicago. His impressive occupation is only one of the three things that drew me to him when we first met. His Fedora hat and half-shaven face being the other two.
I ask him what is front and center of my mind, “Are you still married?”
“You’re going to just jump right in, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” I say.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says to me, avoiding the question. “Are you married?” He flashes me a cute smile, and I so enjoy the sight before me.
Even though he has yet to answer my question, I answer his, “No, I’m not married. Not anymore.”
“Neither am I,” he says.
“But you were married, weren’t you?” I ask him.
“I used to be a lot of things and being married was one of them. I’m happily divorced.”
Now, this surprises me. I was certain after his divorce that some lucky woman would have scooped him back up again.
“So, how’s being divorced?” he asks me.
“Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. My only problem is,” I say, “ever since my divorce, I have been… just… so preoccupied with thoughts about sex. You know what I mean?”
“I do know what you mean, and you were always like that,” he says to me. “You can’t blame that on the divorce.”
I laugh, enjoying his witty remarks.
“I’m so glad I ran into you this afternoon,” he says to me, “because I have something quite interesting I want to talk to you about.” Rome stands and lifts his Michael Kors messenger bag upon his shoulder. “As a matter of fact, we have some time before our plane leaves. Let’s take a walk, shall we. You’re going to love what I have to say to you.”
“I can hardly wait.” Excited to be in his company after so many years, I gather my things, and we head off for our walk. I am all smiles as we stroll through the airport, my hormones racing, senses heightened. “It really is good to see you,” I say to him.
“It has to be a sign,” he says, “my running into you like this.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“Are you still writing?”
“I am, but nothing published since my disastrous memoir.”
“What are you waiting for?” he asks me.
“I’m waiting for my creative muse to give me something different, something that the publishers won’t be able to say no to.”
“Have you written anything about me, yet? About how good I make you feel?”
The memories come flooding back with a bang. “You know I did,” I say.
“No, you haven’t, because if you had, it would’ve been a hit.”
His statement literally stops me in my tracks. “Come again, Mr. Ego. Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. You can call me a lot of things, but you’ll never be able to call me ordinary.”
I would like to disagree with him, but I can’t. There is nothing ordinary about Rome Nicki. The Fedora hat alone makes him memorable to anyone.
“Are you still driving women crazy?” I ask him.
“Not as much as before.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
As we continue on our stroll through the mass of people, I soak up his wondrous feel-good energy.
“You know,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you, dreaming about you, even.”
“Oh,” I say, as I am beyond flattered. No. I am on fire. “Did you just say you have been dreaming of me?”
“That’s exactly what I said.” He stops, turns to me, and joins his hand with mine. “Listen to me, Thursday,” he says with an authoritative air.
I inhale a breath and swallow hard. He is so serious.
“Like my college professor used to say,” I say, “You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention, or was it the other way around?”
Rome then escorts me towards the wall, away from the hustling traffic, and says, “I want to recruit you.”
I shake my head and gather my wits. “Recruit me? For what?”
“I can’t get into the specifics right now, but trust me when I say that this will definitely be something to your liking.”
I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “If you wanted to peak my interest, you have succeeded. Tell me more.”
Rome and I resume our stride. I eagerly await his explanation for wishing to recruit me, but he says nothing.
“Well,” I say to him as if to remind him that I am still waiting.
“Do we have time for a drink?” he asks me, his brown eyes searching for the nearest bar.
“There’s always time for a drink. You know that.”
Rome laughs. “That’s right, I almost forgot how much you love a good bottle of wine.”
“And it doesn’t even have to be good.”
Rome and I find a cozy spot at the bar at the Golden Eye Lounge. The bartenders are dressed as Somali pirates and have rifles wrapped around their bodies. I can only hope that the guns are not real.
After we place our order with the bartender, I swerve my chair in Rome’s direction, yearning to devour every word that passes through his lips. He eyes me like a piece of caramel, and I so want to be his candy. By the moment, my temperature is rising, and there is a huge fire bursting in my belly. I wish to initiate an intelligent conversation, but I have nothing.
Silly me, can’t think of anything to say. I’m blushing furiously under his steady scrutiny. When the much-needed Chardonnay is served, I toss it down, and it does not go unnoticed by Rome.
“I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he asks me.
“Of course, you are.”
“So I haven’t lost my touch?” he says, seemingly flattered.
“Not in the least.”
His freshly bathed aroma stirs an intense emotion in me. I want to bury my head in his chest, nestle my arms around him, and squeeze him like there’s no tomorrow.
It’s official.
I am under his spell again.

About the Book

Title: The Women Who Love Rome
Author: London Tracy
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction
Rome is a rich, successful movie producer, accustomed to having his way; Thursday is sweet, naive, and eager to please. When the two ex-lovers cross paths, it’s love at first sight all over again.
After an explosive reunion, Thursday learns that Rome now shares his home with two ladyloves and has every intention of making her his newest conquest. Together, they embark on a daring, unorthodox living arrangement that pushes the boundaries of lust, love, and the forbidden.

Author Bio

Avid journaler. Dog lover. People lover. Writer. Lover of children. I believe that there’s good and bad in all of us and that the people who like us choose to only focus on the good. I possess an insatiable curiosity about all things. I adore character driven movies and instrumental music that transports me to a place of nirvana. I believe that Leonardo DiCaprio is the most fascinating actor of all time. If I could write as well as he acts, I would be rich. What I love to do more than anything else is talk. The book that most reflects my personality is my novel, “The Women Who Love Rome,” which is available for free at Smashwords.com. Contact me at londontracy44@yahoo.


The Women Who Love Rome is available for FREE on Smashwords

dinsdag 25 april 2017

Book Excerpt Grandpa Bernie's Bedtime Stories

Book Excerpt

From “Batter Up, Norman”

            “Here, I’ll show you what to do. First stand up on your hind legs,” instructed Matthew.
            Norman stood on his hind legs.
            Then Matthew put the bat into the bear’s front paws. “Now when the ball is thrown towards you, swing the bat and try to hit the ball. Remember to keep your eyes on the ball, Norman. After you hit it, run to first base as fast as you can,” said Matthew, pointing to first base. “Okay, let us know when you’re ready!”
            Norman walked up to home plate. The little bear took a few practice swings and then yelled, “Okay, I’m ready!”
            The pitcher threw the first pitch. It was a good one, but the little bear was so frightened to see the ball flying right at him that he squeezed his eyes shut.
            He swung the bat around wildly—and missed!
            “Try again!” yelled Matthew. “And don’t close your eyes!”
            The second pitch was a really good one, right over the plate. Norman kept his eyes open, but he looked right away as he swung his bat and the ball landed behind him.
            “I missed again,” he said sadly.
            “Just keep your eyes on the ball when you swing,” shouted Matthew.
            This time, when the pitcher threw the ball, Norman kept his eyes wide open and glued on the ball. He gave a mighty swing.

About the Book

Title: Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

Author: Bernard Ditchik

Genre: Children’s Books

These delightful tales are sure to help your little ones settle down and drift contentedly off to sleep.  Written by a grandfather for his own kids and grandchildren, these eighteen entertaining stories feature lots of talking animals, including a kangaroo who teaches a pony how to jump, a little bear who wants to play baseball, a coyote who learns to fly, a magic balloon that takes a little girl all the way to Japan and back, and some resourceful ants who build a swimming pool so they can play as well as work.  It’s full of positive images and plots that inspire creative solutions to various challenges.  A lovely read-aloud adventure the whole family will enjoy!

Author Bio

I didn’t begin my career as an author by writing stories. First, I was a storyteller. Let me explain. Many years ago, when our children were very young, I would sit on their beds at bedtime and tell them a story. Instead of reading a story written by someone else, I preferred to make up my own story right on the spot. They were stories about animals who learned to fly, children who talked to birds, alligators who were friends with elephants, and even one about a horse that learned to jump like a kangaroo. Our children loved them. So I made up lot of stories. Then there was a long period of time when there was no one who wanted to listen to my stories because they had all grown up!

But then, something wonderful happened. We had our first grandchild—and I became Grandpa Bernie. One day, one of my daughters said, “Dad, you have so many stories. I think other children would like to hear them.” That’s when I became an author.

At the age of 93, I am still playing tennis (doubles only) five times a week in a 60+ league. I have been married 64 years to my wonderful wife, Faigie, had three children, and five grandchildren. I continue to sit in my favorite chair, with a large pad on my lap, and a pen in my hand, lean back, and let my imagination soar.


Red Sky Presents Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

maandag 24 april 2017

Promo Post Path of a Novice

About the Book

Title: Path of a Novice: The Silvan Book 1
Author: R.K. Lander
Genre: Fantasy
A land at war, a failing king, a light in the forest …
Bel’arán, land of mortals, immortals, and those that dwell in between. The elven forest realm of Ea Uaré is threatened by ruthless Sand Lords seeking water, and the undead Deviants who crave the mindless destruction of elves.
The powerful Alpine lords strive to dominate the leaderless native Silvans through power games, leaving in their wake a bereft king, assailed by grief and a family unable to forgive him.
As the king drifts in endless sorrow, the forest people are loosing their identity. Discriminated and belittled, they are the warriors but the Alpine lords are their commanders – until a child is born to the Deep Woods – an elf with the face of an Alpine and the heart of a Silvan, an orphan whose only dream is to dare become a Silvan captain in a world dominated by Alpines – Fel’annár, Green Sun.
A born warrior, to his friends, Fel’annár becomes Hwind’atór, the Whirling Warrior, and together, they will step upon the path of a novice.
Adventure, hardship and self-discovery will mould the warrior he will become. But destiny will not be ignored, and Fel’annár is confronted with the truth of his own abilities and the mystery of his past, one shrouded in sorrow and intrigue – one that may change the course of history.
From child to novice warrior and beyond, Fel’annár is, The Silvan.

Author Bio

R.K. Lander was born in the UK. Fantasy was always a central part of her life and soon began reading authors such as Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Azimov, Ray Bradbury and J.R.R. Tolkien. Now living and working in Spain, Ruth runs her own business and writes as an independent author.
The Silvan is her first work, a YA epic fantasy trilogy revolving around the figure of a Silvan elf, Fel’annar. The first in the series, Path of a Novice is available for pre-order, and the second, Road of a Warrior, is approaching the editing stage.


Blog: www.rklander.com
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Twitter: @rklwrites
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zaterdag 22 april 2017

Book Tour Redfern

About the Book

Title: Redfern
Author: Gary Tinnams
Genre: Science Fiction
“Humans don’t project past their own frequency. It’s why you’re so isolated as a species. The beings of other frequencies can only witness what you build and feel what you destroy.”
Earth – Tomorrow – The Singularity:-
The machines have taken over and mankind is cast out.
Millennia later, the inhospitable planet of Redfern is in the process of being made habitable for the proposed rebirth of the entire human race. All is proceeding as planned until Enforcer, Ted Holloway, witnesses the unexpected appearance of a long dead and former friend – A man who can become invisible and immaterial, a man that can penetrate any and all security.
A man whose very existence should be impossible.
As Ted and his superior, Lisa Carmichael, investigate further, they face dangers and creatures that challenge their very concept of reality and also encounter the colony’s caretaker Machine Mind and the human Security Commissioner, both of whom have opposing and intricate agendas of their own.
For the true nature of Redfern is stranger and more deadly than anything Holloway or Carmichael can possibly imagine.
And it could change or destroy humanity forever…

Author Bio

I have been reading and watching science fiction since I was old enough to watch Peter Davison walking around an unrealistic jungle set in Doctor Who. The first set of sci-fi books I ever read was The Tripods trilogy by John Christopher without ever having watched the resultant TV series. The Tripods were scary.
Over the years I’ve come to love a variety of science fiction and fantasy books from many different eras and so came to the conclusion that I wanted to create my own adventures, set in my own worlds, with characters that acted and felt like real people. My third novel ‘Redfern’ is an adventure story which poses question about alien first contact, artificial intelligence, the singularity and the continued survival of our species at any cost.
“If you love your science fiction on the cinematic side but also want big ideas, intelligently explored, look no further.”


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Twitter: @GDTinnams