Monday, March 6, 2023

Supernatural Dating Tips with Barb Jones #SupernaturalThriller


Thank you for having me at this stop while on my tour for my latest novel, Son of Asmodeus. I thought it would be fun to talk about Supernatural Dating Tips. 

I wonder if anyone has ever thought about it? I mean, seriously, if you were to date a vampire, you need to carry a bottle of blood on you at all times. You never know when your vampire might be hungry and you don’t want to be all weak on your date now, would you? Carrying a bottle of blood around can’t be so bad. I mean, people pack snacks in their bags, for example, and this is really no different. And if you are on a date with a vampire, he’s got vampiric strength! You’ll always be protected and no bully will come after you!

But, what about the other supernatural creatures? If you date a ghost, people are just going to think you are talking to yourself in public since they may not see the ghost. Since a lot of people wear Bluetooth headphones, for example, do the same. They may just think that you are talking on the phone while you are really talking to you ghost date!

These are just a couple of tips to date a vampire or ghost. There are many more dating tips out there. What are yours?



Son of Asmodeus
Heaven and Hell Series 
Book One
Barb Jones

Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Publisher: Barb Jones
Date of Publication: Nov 30, 2022
ISBN: 9798218103446
ASIN: B0BLXMTCXC
Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 53,000 approx
Cover Artist: Brandie Kae

Tagline: Birthright, Protector, Heaven and Hell

Book Description: Birthright. Protector. Heaven. Hell.

A lone demon hunter, his true birthright unknown, roams the streets of Los Angeles, killing demons to prevent atrocities against the world. As the son of Asmodeus, Sully is a hunter feared by both demons and angels. His world was not the same once he walked into a bar and offered to help Mick, a gothic bartender.

Mick worried about her missing friend until the day she met Sully. The minute he walked into her bar and offered to help, her world changed. Secrets of her destiny unlocked, and he was at her side everywhere she turned. Friend. Protector.

Can they live with the secrets that are revealed to them? Will they survive the chase for the truth between Heaven and Hell?

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Excerpt:

“Demon hunter, switch with me. She is coming and your father can’t know what we’ve done.”

Sully was now in control and didn’t have time to gather his wits before she ran her hands up and down his torso. He was uncomfortable but didn’t respond to show it. He needed to figure out what had happened, but first fend her off. She was a demon, but beautiful as well.

“Demon hunter, you finally came down here,” she said in a raspy voice as her fingers twirled her hair. Her tongue gave him a little flick in the most sensual way.

He looked at her. Those lips, her eyes, her voice. Intoxicating. She ran her hands all over him, and was quite forceful in her grip, just tight enough to arouse him. Sully tried to stop her, but she threw him against the wall and pushed him onto the floor. She crawled her way on top of him with her face stopping right at his belt. Her hands were toying with his belt while she was breathing slightly heavy.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m whomever you want me to be. Do you want me to be her? Or do you want me to be him?” Slowly, her hands moved to undo his belt buckle, while her tongue moved around her lips in the most tempting of ways. Her eyes never left his. Her body shifted slowly to the left and right, enticing him even more.

“Why do I feel that you’re toying with me, demon?”

“Would you prefer me to be your nightmare or your fantasy?”

She lifted his shirt, exposing his abs. She kissed his stomach in so many places and in the sexiest of ways. He could feel her fingernails lightly scratch against his skin. His mind did not recall the vows he made before, nor did he recall the thought of Mick or the bartender. He was enjoying the moment. His body was responding to her. He tried to pull her face close to his to kiss her.

Finally, his lips met hers.

“Why are you doing this? I’m… I’m the son of Asmodeus.”

“Oh, demon hunter, you are much more than that, and you know it. I know who you really are. I am so curious about you.”

Before she could finish, Sully was lost in her trance. But the soul eater was not. The soul eater fought f11or control and won over him. Through his eyes, the soul eater stared at the demon. His eyes pierced into her, and she must’ve recognized him because she whispered, “Soul eater.”

He just laughed at her and pulled her closer to him, kissing her back with such intensity that she wiggled out of his grasp. She couldn’t break free. But his hands only tightened their grasp and as he held onto her tightly, his body still was responding to her. He was aroused. She tried to hold the soul eater down with her legs and he felt the power in her ankles, but he took his legs and spread them, causing her legs to separate while she remained on top of him.  



About the Author:

Barb Jones is a best-selling supernatural thriller/horror/paranormal romance author, living her best life in Florida. While she is an accomplished IT Professional by day, she fulfills her passion for creating relatable worlds and characters in her supernatural novels. Having grown up in Hawaii, where legends of the supernatural are a normal part of life, Barb has always loved telling supernatural stories while experiencing living in haunted houses, dealing with paranormal occurrences and more. Her Hawaiian heritage plays a major factor in a lot of her writing. Before writing, she received her master’s degree in Information Systems as well as in Accounting and Finance.

Through her writing, Barb has developed a friendship with her readers unlike any other. She has been known to send birthday cards, travel to meet them in person and more.








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Ghost Hunting Tips with Shari Nichols #UrbanFantasy


I’ve been obsessed with ghosts for as long as I can remember, ever since my grandmother came to visit me when I was 7 years old. Growing up in a small town in Connecticut, known to be haunted, everyone had a ghost story. As an adult, I’m still fascinated with the spiritual realm and have taken every ghost tour in every almost city I visit. I’ve been to tours in Savannah, GA New Hope, Pa, Princeton, NJ, Sleepy Hollow, NY, and Salem, MA. 

I’ve visited haunted inns and felt a presence there. I’ve strolled through many cemeteries, and have even used EVP meters that went green and used divining rods to track down spirits.
Growing up, I have used a Ouija board, which I definitely don’t recommend, to connect with lost or trapped spirits. 

The other thing that I did, after my dad died, was visit a well-known clairvoyant, who told me my dad’s spirit had entered the room. She told me things that there was no way she could’ve known. The experience shook me up, but connecting with him put me at peace with his death.

I think the first step is to keep your mind open—and understand that ghosts communicate on a different frequency than humans. So when my grandmother knocked on my bedroom door as a child, I realized, much later on, that that was her way of letting me know that she was looking out for me as a guardian angel of sorts. 

Whenever I go to a cemetery or take a haunted tour, I always keep protective charms, an amulet, or a satchel of herbs with me, so that nothing can latch onto my energy or the people I’m with. 

Research the tour company and the places that are listed as haunted. Are they on any sort of historical registry? 

Find a local ghost-hunting chapter and see if you can go out with them. 

I interviewed a whole team of ghost hunters a few years back and it was fascinating. A year after that, I interviewed a medium from LA who wrote several books, claiming to have connected with the spirits of Rudy Valentino, Jayne Mansfield, Michael Jackson, and many others. She also helped the police with various cold cases. She gave me chills. Everything she revealed was so detailed, that I knew she had to be the real deal.


After Midnight
Raven’s Hollow Coven 
Book Four
Shari Nichols

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: City Owl Press
Date of Publication: 2/7/2023
ASIN: B0BS5CSPD1
Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 40, 000

Tagline: An ancient curse has kept astrologer Brooke Howe from finding true love until she crosses paths with a sexy-as-sin chef who may hold the key to changing her destiny. 

Book Description: 

An ancient curse has prevented astrologer Brooke Howe from finding true love. She hides her longing by matching others, with the hope of someday changing her fate. When Nico Denopoulos, the gorgeous younger brother of a friend, struts into her shop seeking a soulmate, she’s immediately drawn to his magnetic presence and his romantic heart. She can’t deny the intense sensation that she knows the sexy-as- sin chef, but can’t figure out why.

An ugly divorce has kept Nico laser-focused on the opening of his new restaurant. He’s been single for years, but now loneliness has crept into the cracks of his heart. Fearing that he‘s grown bitter, he has high hopes that Brooke can help him with his problem, except for one thing— the more time he spends with her, the more he wants her—in every possible way.

As much as Brooke wants to believe Nico is the real deal, she fears that when the seasons change, so will his feelings. She’s terrified of falling for him, and despite her best efforts to resist him, they’re inextricably drawn together. She can’t help but wonder if he may hold the secret to reversing the curse and changing her destiny. A secret from their shared past life will either bring them closer, or tear them apart forever.

Excerpt:

 “Do you remember when you asked me what my favorite color was?”

The vibration of Nico’s voice made Brooke ache all over. She nodded and gulped her wine, catching a slight buzz. “Aries typically favor red.”

“But I chose purple for the color of the dress you wore at the wedding.”

A surge of heat spread from her cheeks to her neck. His sweet words blew through the last of her defenses. “You remember the color of my dress?”

“I remember a lot of things, tiny details about people that interest me.” Their gazes locked, and she couldn’t look away from the heat and hunger burning in his eyes.  

“I…didn’t know. You never said anything.” Brooke stared at his lips as he lifted his glass. They were full and sensual, perfect for kissing.

“I heard you were taken, and I didn’t want to be a jerk.” The deep timber of his voice slid into her blood, igniting her desire.

“I was, but we broke up.” When the season changed, so did his feelings. And like all the others, she never heard from him again. Another ghost situation. She wondered why she even bothered to date anymore, but then loneliness would creep in through the cracks of her heart, and she’d dive in again.

“I’m sorry, but the way I see it, this is my lucky day. The truth is I’ve been thinking about you for months now.”

The admission sent her heart galloping. His charisma made him shine brighter than any star in the sky. Why get excited? They’d go out a few times, have mind-blowing sex that would last for days. But then summer would turn to fall, and he’d forget all about her, and she’d be left mending the pieces of her broken heart.

“Seeing you again brought my attraction back full force. Keep your fee, Brooke, and go out with me.”

A thrilling sensation moved through her, but she ignored it and pushed on. “I’m flattered, believe me, but I can’t. I don’t date my clients. It’s a strict rule of mine.”

“Technically, I was only a client for about five minutes.” His phone beeped. He glanced at the screen and muttered a curse. “I’m sorry. I have to go put some fires out at the restaurant.” Nico pulled out his wallet and slapped some cash on the bar. “Let me drop you off and make sure you get home safely.”

“I appreciate it, but it’s out of your way. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t want to be alone with him in a confined space. It would be too tempting.

Nico looked like he wanted to argue, but eventually shook his head. “Let’s get out of here.” He rested his warm hand at the small of her back as they walked to the front doors. Searing heat singed through the thin material of her dress, and she swore her panties caught fire.

They stopped at the revolving double door as well-dressed couples walked in and out of the hotel. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and a soft hum of electricity sparked between them.

“Think about what I said. I’m not going anywhere, unless I read the situation wrong, and you’re not interested.”

“No…it’s not that. I hope you understand why I can’t go out with you. It may sound silly, but I have rules about these types of things.”

“I respect your decision, but I want you to remember one thing.” He bent his head and whispered close to her ear. “Rules are meant to be broken.”

Her breath lodged in her throat. His words left her flushed and too aware of every scorching inch of him. She watched as he pushed through the doors onto the sidewalk and disappeared through the crowd.

Sighing with frustration, tonight she’d nix the bath in favor of an ice-cold shower.


About the Author:

Shari Nichols is a multi-award–winning author who grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were commonplace, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, getting her MA in Creative writing, doing yoga, or sharing a meal and a glass of wine with her family and friends. She lives in New Jersey with her husband of thirty years.

Shari shakes up the ultimate supernatural cocktail, combining witchcraft, vampires, suspense, and spice into an irresistible paranormal potion." (InD'Tale Magazine) 

"Amazing characters, romance, and suspense. What more can a lover of paranormal romance hope for?" (Linda Tonis-Paranormal Romance Guild.)

Her novels have won the following awards: The Beverley Award, New York Book Festival Honorable Mention, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Finalist Best Book, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Finalist Best Series, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Winner Best Book, Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewers Choice Winner Best Series, Golden Leaf Finalist Best Book, Golden Leaf Finalist by a New Jersey Author, HOLT Medallion Finalist. Literary Titan Silver Medal Winner. 











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Friday, March 3, 2023

Release Day Blitz Scorched by Cassie Swindon #FantasyRomance #Scorched



Scorched
The Linked Trilogy 
Book One
Cassie Swindon

Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: 3/3/23
ASIN: B09VCJR15N
Number of pages: 350
Cover Artist: Christian Bentulan

Tagline: “All males deserve to rot in eternal Abyss.”

Book Description: 

Kyra Kozelski

Every male disappeared.

Turns out, I did that. Who knew I possessed Magik?

However, Jadox Griffin is still here- the only surviving male- a quiet, annoying soldier who definitely doesn’t have eyes to die for.

I need his help to return my nephew before it’s too late. But Jadox is hiding something, and a whispered threat is creeping closer with each passing moment.

Jadox Griffin

Kyra is gorgeous, powerful, and a pain in my ass. Her idiotic wish turns the world upside down.

Lying to her is necessary to find the answers I seek. Time is running out. Making her believe I’m her only hope is vital. Except I’m not.

And when she finds out the truth, I might be the next to disappear



About the Author:

Instead of the boring bio info, here’s some interesting tidbits about the author, Cassie Swindon:

• Tackled her father for a pair of Michael Phelps’ personal goggles
• Cried when the Cubs won the World Series
• Met husband freshman year of college- a blizzard & tequila may have been involved
• Moved to Raleigh by the flip of a coin
• Mutated into a zombie when daughter was born in 2013, then again 17 months later for son
• Evacuated from a boat crash in the Atlantic during a whale watching tour
• Witnessed a wild horse pack galloping through the Rockies
• Cofounded a three-person Beanie Baby Club in the 90s, in a treehouse
• Snorkeled in The Great Barrier Reef
• Broke her foot when pretending to be a Baywatch lifeguard
• Completed her first fiction read in 1992, “The Pig Can Jig”
• Stranded in a Cancun lagoon while jet skiing
• Crunched the back of a Dodge Neon against a wall while transporting a Medieval knight to a pub










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Thursday, March 2, 2023

Author Advice from Krishtina Mayers & Alicia Norman #AuthorAdvice


Author Advice from Krishtina 

1. Study history obsessively. 
2. Study Mythologies obsessively. 
3. Don’t assume race, gender/sex, sexual identity/sexual orientation, or even political opinions will automatically make your character a “good” character in a story. Your characters need to stand on their own as people.
4. Exposition should be given sparingly. 
5. If you have to choose between “show” and “tell,” then show. Always show unless it’s just not feasible. 
6. Read every contract three times before signing.

Author Advice form Alicia

The best advice I can give on writing is to just write and sort the rest out later.

I tend to be a stream-of-consciousness writer, pouring out my thoughts on the page unfettered. This can be both a good and bad way to approach narrative fiction. Good because these are your pure unadulterated thoughts. Bad because, well–these are your pure and unadulterated thoughts.

There are times when mind purging can work brilliantly–I have written stuff, set it aside, and been surprised by how coherent it was when I picked the work back up.
  
Damn, I am good, I would think to myself in such moments, without an ounce of shame or humility. 

More often than not, however, I would come reasonably close to what I wanted to say but no cigar was earned. This, of course, was a humbling experience that made up for any fits of braggadocio I had previously indulged.

Still, I would advise doing this as you can get your ideas on the page quickly while preventing or removing writer’s block. This is due to the fact that you are simply purging, not writing. The true voice of your writing IMHO comes through via the revision and editing process, where you can look over the work, figure out what you meant to and/or are trying to say, and streamline…

And tweak…

And proofread…

And revise…

And proof some more…

Reread for clarity…

Set aside–reread again…

Revise, revise, revise.

Little by little you whittle down your prose until a shape emerges. The ebb and flow of this process is second nature to me, so much so, that an outline can prove daunting.  Despite this preference, I can write from an outline, which can be a fun challenge in and of itself.

In any case, all this can be distilled down to a simple yet wonderful principle. If you want to write–just write! Good, bad, or ugly–just write!  Your ideas will find life and voice once you eyeball the words you have written and really hone in on your imagery. By the time you have finished your work to polished satisfaction you will be able to sit back with a cup of your favorite coffee, re-read and say to yourself, “Damn, I am good!”





Honey Drop: Book 1 – Volume 1
Krishtina Mayers – Alicia Norman

Genre: erotic historical fantasy
Publisher: Luv Multimedia
Date of Publication: January 20, 2023
ASIN: B0BSS4D1R1 
Number of pages: 289
Word Count:  62,482
Cover Artist: Alicia R. Norman

Tagline:  The worlds of gods and men collide when Love and Death embrace.

Book Description:

Honey Drop chronicles the story of willful, beautiful, and headstrong Proserpyn Prina Katsaros, an island noblewoman with a lust for adventure and a taste for the macabre. 

Prina has been obsessed with dark topics and activities, like watching executions and visiting graveyards for as long as she can remember as she believes that to appreciate life, one must also respect death.

One day, a frightening, terrifying man appears, using magic to seduce and play with her senses and heart. Proserpyn is uncertain if he is a wizard, a demon, or something much more overwhelming than that. 

With the help of Abigail, her friend, and lover, Proserpyn will consult the Old Gods and try to find a solution to this lustful madness.

The brainchild collaboration of Krishtina Mayers and Alicia R. Norman, the illustrated novel promises a one-of-a-kind journey from tome to tome!




Excerpt:

It was ordinarily noisy in her favorite shopping district. Buzzing of voices, both loud and quiet. Haggling. Goods being moved around. Doors opening and closing. There was even an open marketplace, which was refreshing and fun.

Holding onto a basket, Proserpyn went to a stall selling tea boxes. Of course, she bought a box of something there. She went to a little bakery to get a package of cookies and tiny cakes. Right next door was a candy shop. Trying not to lick her lips, Proserpyn turned into that place, and she hungrily scanned the products on display. They were all so colorful!

Eventually, she settled on a tin box full of honey drops. They were candies with a hard but thin shell and a liquid center full of honey flavor.

Prina went on, browsing store after store. As she walked on the busy streets towards a dressmaker's shop, she thought she saw something–a blur of dark black and blue, mostly blue, in the bright summer light.

She blinked and tried to look around for the figure. So distracted she was by her puzzled hunt that she ended up in a thin alley, staring towards the end of it, where a brick wall faced her. It was likely part of another building.

Behind her, Prina heard the city's denizens moving about and conversing. In front, there were a few barrels, a random cat on top of one, staring down at a rat on the stone pathway.

Proserpyn shrugged and assumed she might've been seeing things. It might be too hot out. Then again, she was wearing a light summer gown, and her hat shielded her face from the sun. She wasn't dehydrated and blasting it all; she was accustomed to tropical summer weather.

"May I have a honey drop?"

That now familiar voice was behind her!

Proserpyn spun around.

There he was!

Still shrouded in black with blue reflections, his form was right in the center of her view, maybe a few feet away. His face was obscured by the veil he'd worn near the lake. If anyone passing by had noticed him, they must've been determined to ignore him. It was almost as if Proserpyn was the only one that could see him.

This time, she smelled a heady mixture of smoke and musk, but with a hint of leaves drying out in chilled air.

Holding her basket's handle close to her belly, Proserpyn pursed her lips and angrily stared at the man.

Half a minute awkwardly passed, but the man seemed incredibly patient. He didn't show any sign of discomfort–only repeated:

"May I have a honey drop?"

"Once more, you spy on me," Prina accused through clenched teeth.

The veiled head nodded. "This time, you were in public. I have no more guilt than any other gentleman that would notice a beauty."

Her hands squeezed the basket's handle quite firmly. "You're not a gentleman."

The covered shoulders shrugged–one of the arms reached out, the hand still hidden by an abundance of fabric. At first, Proserpyn had assumed he wanted her to place candy in his palm.

Instead, she saw something in the center of that palm, something that gleamed.

It was big, pink, orange, and every color between the two.

"I have a rare type of sapphire here," the man said in his burning voice. "I'll place it next to that focused little cat. If you'd like the sapphire, replace it with a honey drop."

She rolled her eyes. "I have gemstones. I don't have a king's treasury, but I do have gemstones. You, Sir, have nothing that I want."

The hand shape silently gulped up the gem. Then the arm lowered.

"Quite unfortunate. I crave the sweet."

"Buy a tin for yourself," Proserpyn told him. She wanted to walk by him to leave the alley, but she didn't like the idea of going anywhere near the strange man.

Unmoving, still sounding gentle and calm, the man said, "I could buy honey drops and many other delicious things to taste." The head moved back and forth, a negative gesture. "Sadly, that's no longer an option. I want your honey."

"Now you want honey?" Prina took a steadying breath. She didn't want to lose her temper. It wasn't safe to do so. "I don't want to know what you mean by that." She turned to her left and backed up against a building. "Please step aside. I must return home."

"My apologies," the man said as he moved backward. Without preamble, he turned around and seemed to disappear into the market crowd. She hadn't expected him to leave that way, but she was at least glad to be rid of him.

She counted to ten.

Well, that was enough time to make sure he was gone, right?

It certainly was time to go. Abigail would come for tea. She'd love to hear about all this nonsense with the shrouded man.

Maybe he was a wizard or something.


About  Krishtina Mayers:

Krishtina Mayers is a professional ghostwriter who hails from Bladenboro, NC. She lives in a 100 year-old house with her three dogs and Asatru Norse Pagan beau, Richard, where she pens deliciously dark and sexy works. Her goal is to fully focus on creative writing as she slowly renovates her vintage home.



About Alicia Norman:

By day, Alicia Norman is a copy specialist at a major marketing firm, by night, she is a screenwriter and animator. She lives with her two kids and three cats in the burbs of Dallas, GA, and aspires to share her own brand of historical erotic fiction with  BFF and co-writer Krishtina Mayers. 

Visit Patreon to support her on her mission: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=83953924







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Cover Reveal : L. Ron Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future Volume 39 #CoverReveal #writersofthefuture

L. Ron Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future Volume 39

L. Ron Hubbard, S. M. Stirling, Kevin J. Anderson, Lazarus Chernik, Kristine Kathryn Rusch and 24 Award-Winning new authors and illustrators.
Edited by Dean Wesley Smith and Jody Lynn Nye 

Genre: SciFi/Fantasy Anthology 
Publisher: Galaxy Press 
Date of Publication:  May 16, 2023
Number of pages: 544
Cover Artist: Tom Wood
EPUB ISBN: 9781619867659
Kindle ISBN: 9781619867666
Adobe PDF ISBN: 9781619867673
Trade Paperback ISBN: 9781619867680

Tagline: Anthology of Award-Winning Sci-Fi and Fantasy Short Stories- From vampires and werewolves to space exploration and time travel, you will love these 12 original and diverse stories because they were selected by some of your favorite authors.

Book Description:

Join a team of time travelers who set out to save London from a terrorist’s nuclear attack … when a blast from the past changes everything.

Meet a vampire, a dragon and a shape-shifting Chihuahua in Key West … this is one beach party that’s about to get wild!

Follow Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I., who’s investigating the craziest case of his so-called life.…

A miracle? An omen? Or something else? One day, they arrived in droves—the foxes of the desert, the field, the imagination….—“Kitsune” by Devon Bohm

When a vampire, a dragon and a shape-shifting Chihuahua meet on a beach in Key West, fireworks go off! But that’s just the background.—“Moonlight and Funk” by Marianne Xenos

The Grim Reaper, trapped in an IRS agent’s dying body, must regain his powers before he dies and faces judgment for his original sin.—“Death and the Taxman” by David Hankins

In a metaverse future, a woman who exposes falseness in others must decide what is real to her—the love she lost or the love she may have found.—“Under My Cypresses” by Jason Palmatier

Vic Harden wasn’t lured by glory on a daring mission into the reaches of outer space—he was ordered out there by his editor.—“The Unwilling Hero” by L. Ron Hubbard

Dangerous opportunities present themselves when an alien ship arrives in the solar system seeking repairs.—“White Elephant” by David K. Henrickson

With her spaceship at the wrong end of a pirate’s guns, a former war hero must face down her enemies and demons to save Earth’s last best chance for peace.—“Piracy for Beginners” by J. R. Johnson

Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I., faces one of his funniest and most perplexing cases ever—an enlightened ogre, a salamander with low self-esteem, and a raging fire dragon terrorizing the Unnatural Quarter!—“Fire in the Hole” by Kevin J. Anderson

Years after the Second Holocaust, the last surviving Jews on earth attempt to rewrite the past.—“A Trickle in History” by Elaine Midcoh

When I said I’d do anything to pay off my debts and get back home to Earth, I didn’t mean survey a derelict spaceship at the edge of the solar system—but here I am.—“The Withering Sky” by Arthur H. Manners

High-powered telescopes bring galactic life to our TVs, and network tuner Hank Enos figures he’s seen everything—until the day an alien boy stares back.—“The Fall of Crodendra M.” by T. J. Knight

Knights, damsels and dragons, curses and fates foretold—the stuff of legends and stories, but unexpectedly perverse.—“Constant Never” by S. M. Stirling

Determined to save his wife, Tumelo takes an unlikely client through South Africa’s ruins to the heart of the Desolation—a journey that will cost or save everything.—“The Children of Desolation” by Spencer Sekulin

When a terrorist smuggles a nuclear weapon into London, a team regresses in time to AD 1093 to assassinate a knight on the battlefield, thereby eliminating the terrorist a millennia before his birth.—“Timelines and Bloodlines” by L. H. Davis

The Grand Exam, a gateway to power for one, likely death for all others—its entrants include ambitious nobles, desperate peasants, and Quiet Gate, an old woman with nothing left to lose.—“The Last History” by Samuel Parr


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About the Contest:

The international Writers of the Future Contest was created and endowed by L. Ron Hubbard. After several years of success in fostering new writers, the Illustrators of the Future Contest followed. The winning stories are illustrated and published in the annual L. Ron Hubbard Presents Writers of the Future anthology. Described by critics as a perennial “glimpse of tomorrow’s stars,” a “must-have for the genre reader,” and “the bestselling science fiction anthology series of all time,” it is today the most enduring and top-ranking publication of its kind.  

The blue-ribbon panel of judges is what makes this possible. The winning stories are selected by bestselling authors, including Brandon Sanderson, Orson Scott Card, Nnedi Okorafor, Kevin J. Anderson, Brian Herbert, Jody Lynn Nye, Larry Niven, Robert J. Sawyer, Katherine Kurtz, and many others. The best of the best are hand-picked each year. 

There is no entry fee, and stories are judged blind, making it a fair competition for all authors and illustrators who enter from anywhere in the world. There are cash prizes. The winners are paid professional rates and maintain their rights. 

It is an excellent program for new authors and readers, who often discover their next favorite writer.








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Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Cover Reveal Let It Rein by DP Denman #MMRomance


Let It Rein 
A Blue Series Story
DP Denman

Genre:  MM Romance
Publisher: North Shore Press
Date of Publication: 3/17/2023
ISBN: 978-0-9974491-5-0
Word Count: 64,000

Cover Artist: AJ Corza

Tagline: The riskiest games are played from the heart.

Book Description:

According to the tabloids, Kasper Rein is a player on the prowl. Sturdy and sexy, with a voice of pure seduction, he's seldom alone. The fans love him. Men and women want him. Paparazzi stalk him. He's living a rock star's dream -- until someone wants him out of the spotlight.

The new man in Kasper's life wants more than his fame. Mat wants his heart. He's willing to battle his own trust issues for a chance at real love, but someone else wants Kasper out of the way. Cryptic threats and attempts on his life leave Kasper with a charred house, too many visits from the paramedics, and no answers. Kasper must uncover the person behind the violence before it's too late -- and they're closer than he thinks.

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Excerpt:

The door closed behind them, shutting off the bar's karaoke racket, the sudden silence startling. Mat walked down the sidewalk without touching Kasper.

Mat hated that he'd ruined their night. It was a heartfelt moment out of a romantic movie, and he'd screwed it up by getting distracted over something that shouldn't matter.

"I'm sorry," Mat said.

"For what?" Kasper unlocked the car.

"I didn't handle that very well." Mat nodded back toward the bar.

"I think that was my fault. We're not really at the love song phase. I was so into performing, I didn't think."

"It wasn't the song. It was me." Mat took Kasper's hand. "I should have been flattered that a man

I really like was singing to me about how he feels, but I was too busy thinking about other stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like how a guy with a collection of gold records was on stage performing a song meant just for me and how that instantly made me the coolest person in the room. One public performance, and it all went to my head."

The smile started as a twitch in his lips and grew to a grin, melting Kasper's knotted expression.

"Is that why you're upset?"

"That I've spent all this time telling myself your fame doesn't matter, and the first chance I have to prove it, I focus on nothing but that? Yes. I'm upset. What if I've been lying to myself — to you this whole time?"

"You're being too hard on yourself." Kasper caressed Mat's cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Trust me. You haven't lied to either of us."

"How do you know that? I don't even know that anymore." He tried to slide his hand from Kasper's.

Kasper held on to him. "Because I know how it looks when all someone wants from me is bragging rights. This was my fault. I was showing off. I made a public display of what I feel for you. What I should have done was hold you close," Kasper wrapped an arm around his back and pulled Mat against him, "taken advantage of the dance floor," Kasper held their tangle of fingers to his own chest, "and sung it in your ear." Kasper danced with him there on the sidewalk.

Kasper crooned the chorus to him again, quiet and low. This time when he melted, there was no self-absorbed burst of frivolous pride to mangle it. Eyes closed, he heard footsteps pass nearby and ignored them. That was their moment. It had nothing to do with anyone else.

Kasper punctuated the song's last word with a kiss to Mat's ear, humming the final few notes.

Mat couldn't help smiling.

"Better?" Kasper asked, his voice still low.

"Much."

"I'm sorry."

Mat shook off the apology. "Me, too." He rested his chin on Kasper's shoulder. "What happened to us not being at the love song phase?"

"I guess we are, after all."



About the Author:

Award-winning author DP Denman writes addictive, character-driven MM romance from a soggy, moss-covered neighborhood in the Pacific Northwest. Her stories are dramatic and intense, guaranteed to pull you in and hold you hostage to the last word.











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