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Thursday, 31 October 2019

A little Halloween story - The Darker Side of Light #horror #Halloween #artist #writer

A Little Halloween Story
Early this year, my local writers’ group and an artists’ group combined forces for an event entitled – Pen and Paint. The writers visited the art studio and chose a number then discovered which painting they were to write a flash fiction for. We did not know who our artist was, nor what the painting was called or what it was about. We could ask questions like – is this an oil painting? or - was this done with a brush or palette knife?, but no specific questions about the work.
Reveal Day was at the local library. The paintings were set up and artist and writer met. A fabulous lady, Carole Jeghers was the artist I had been paired with. My first impression when I saw her painting was joy. I knew I could write something delicious.
The writers were to create a 750-word piece inspired by the painting. We did not have to interpret the painting, just let our creativity free.

If interested in more of Carole’s work - CaroleJeghers.com

The Darker Side of Light

He haunts my dreams. The black sunken eyes. They follow me.
I see them at work. In my reflection. Lifelessly staring at me.
The look of shock. Lips pulled back. Teeth bared.
Wanting to scream.
Blood spattered on his cheek. The mirror. Its trails leaving artistic images on the glass. A work of art. Created by… us. My beginning. His ending.
It was wrong. I am wrong. He is not here. I shouldn’t be here. Why does he stare? He can’t stare. He doesn’t exist.
Yet — he stares at me.
A laugh builds inside. It threatens to bubble out in a maniacal scream. I mustn’t let it. This is my secret.
I know how to make him disappear.
Grabbing a canvas. My brush. Tubes of paint.  Scarlet Red. Ultra Blue. Yellow Ochre.
Mix it. Mix it. Mix it all.
A dab of blue. Yellow. Red. Colour’s not right. More red.
More red.
Why does it look like blood?
With my palette knife, I scrape and smear paint against the canvas. The oily smell of the paint mixing with the thoughts running through my mind.
My nerves are jumbled. A voice speaks. You are bad. He was bad. He needed to die.
More red.
More blood.
My knife clatters to the floor. I grab the sponge and smear it across the canvas. The red bleeds into the black. The white trails across the grey.
Black. Carbon black. His eyes. Round circles with small pupils. They see me. They see into my soul. They know the truth.
I try to hide. Frenzy overwhelms me.
White paint.
Grey smear scratched with the knife. Paint splashes on me. Blue dribbles down my arm. Like the blood on his face.
I wipe my arm. My thumb slides on the splotch of paint, pressing a trail of Indigo down my flesh.
Stepping back, I pause. The mirror. His face. My face looking away. Ignoring his existence. My mouth is wrong. Clawing at the paint, I scrape it away.
Wide. As if I were screaming.
I want to.
Should I?
No. Others will hear it. This is my secret.
My little secret.
I draw a bubble. That is my scream escaping. Letting the world hear my terror. A silent scream that only I know how loud it is.
My gaze is caught by the eye. My blue eye glaring outward. Burning into my soul. I want to dig it out. Wrench it from my face. Swaths of black smeared over the canvas, burying the eye. Blinding it to see.
More black.
Unseeing eye.
I don’t want to see what I have done.
One final touch. Two red slashes. They mark me. They speak the truth. Will the world be able to read it? Will anyone?
I am alone.
My jaw lowers. My red lips peel back. My scream releases.  I laugh.
Hiccup. And scream again.
My laughter eats at my soul. I can’t stop.
Can’t stop.

Detective Connors stood before the painting, rocking on her heels. Art hadn’t been her strongest subject in school. A bowl with fruit had been her finest effort, and that only granted her a B minus. A painting with sunshine, a tree and grass, maybe a red and white checkered blanket, that she could understand. But this?
This was dark.
The colours muted.
The hatred palatable.
Sanity questioned.
The face jeered at her. The eyes trying to speak. What was she supposed to understand?
She stepped back.
The mirror covered with spatters and ribbons of paint, like blood trails. The two faces in a book, one looking at her, the other turned away blinded. Two mouths. The first with lips open as if it wanted to speak. Wanting to tell her what happened. But couldn’t.
The other mouth, opened wide, bellowing - raging out the truth. Only she could not hear the words.
The detective held back the urge to shout, “Speak to me!” Instead, she stared at the dead eyes that glared back at her.
Minutes pass, but she still she stood before the painting. Impatient feet shuffled behind her. She ignored them. She needed to hear what this painting had to say.
The red X. It marked only one face. Red X in school meant another wrong answer.
Was this person wrong?
Or was it simply X marks the spot?
Darkness and confusion transformed into light.
The detective turned. “Arrest her. And take the painting. The confession is all there.”

Happy Halloween everyone.

Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Not all love stories play by society’s rules. His for the Taking by Brandi Evans #contemporary #BDSM #romance

Title: His for the Taking
Author: Brandi Evans
Release Date: August 31, 2017
Genre: contemporary, BDSM romance
Tagline: Not all love stories play by society’s rules.

I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.

Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.

The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.

I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.


Excerpt (R+)

I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.

“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”

My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably would—but the look in Max’s eyes—

I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.

Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a demonstration of that, too?”

Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m thinking.”

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.

Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare threatened to melt me into a puddle.

“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”

Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long, tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the undersides of my breasts.


Author Bio

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

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Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Ten years ago, Jarrett Brandt left home and abandoned everyone of importance. Amber Daulton's romantic suspense - A Hero's Heart #CoT #romance #suspense

A Hero’s Heart

Publisher: Books to Go Now
Release Date: November 3rd, 2013
ISBN-10: 1493752219
Audio ASIN: B00PRB7GM2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 38k
Heat Rating: Spicy


Ten years ago, Jarrett Brandt left home and abandoned everyone of importance. After a hard reality check, the irresponsible young man matured into a ballsy DEA agent with a kickass Harley Davidson and a million-dollar bounty on his head. Ordered by his superior officer to take refuge at a safe house just days before Christmas, he headed back home to Washington State, instead, to make peace with his deceased brother’s memory.

Marissa Reinn Brandt never expected to see Jarrett again. Best friends since childhood and lovers as teenagers, immaturity, over-demanding parents and illicit drugs ripped them apart. Now a successful chef at a posh restaurant, the young widow and her son offered Jarrett a place to stay for the holiday. Even though she expected nothing from her former lover—the twin brother of the man she married—fate intervened.

As Jarrett and Marissa rekindled the flames of love and lust that once bound them together, an enemy from his past and a trusted mentor from his present vied their time in the snowy dark and threatened to destroy everyone he held dear. He needed a Christmas miracle to save his family and the love of a good woman to heal his battered heart. Nothing, no one, would stand in the way of his second chance with Marissa. Come hell or high water, he would cherish her body and her heart for all time.


Jarrett seethed. Ready to hit the highway on his Road King Classic and find a biker bar where he could bloody his knuckles, he turned and headed back toward the caretaker’s station. He reached the cracked sidewalk just as someone called out his name. His heart somersaulted as he flipped around. He’d know that voice anywhere. The woman who haunted his dreams skidded down the small hill in clunky shoes with damp auburn hair cascading around her shoulders. He expected her to stop a few feet from him just as his parents did but she jumped into his arms, instead, and knocked him back a few steps. She wrapped her arms around him. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils. He buried one hand in her curly hair and pressed her close to his chest with the other.

This one moment made the trip worth it.

“Marissa,” he breathed her name like a talisman. God, it felt so right to hold her again. She fit against him perfectly. Just a few inches under six feet, while he was a few inches over, their bodies meshed like a work of art. He should have married this woman, fathered children with her and lived his life to make her happy. Instead, he chose something just as intoxicating, just as beautiful to his ignorant mind, and abandoned her on the curb outside his family’s home. More than anything, he regretted that he’d left her behind. 

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Foreign Language Buy Links:

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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com.

Social Media Links

Facebook Author Page – www.facebook.com/amber.daulton.author
Amazon Author Page – http://amzn.to/14JoZff

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Monday, 28 October 2019

When two small-town country dudes win the lottery, they finally find the courage to speak their truth. An unexpected adventure follows. Pure Dumb Luck by Dahlia Donovan #contemporary #MM #romance

Pure Dumb Luck
by Dahlia Donovan
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance 

When two small-town country dudes win the lottery, they finally find the courage to speak their truth.

An unexpected adventure follows.

Linwood "Woody" Robinson has a routine. He works for his baby brother in construction, buys three lottery tickets every week, and lusts after his best friend from high school. He's done the same thing for twenty years.

Eddison "Eddie" Howard owns the only gas station in their small South Carolina town, sells lottery tickets, and lusts after his best friend from afar. They joke around but never speak their truth. He knows they're cowards but can't seem to find the courage to bridge the gulf between them.

And then they win eighty million dollars.

Life changes.

They go from never talking about their feelings to facing the world together.

Can anything pull them apart?

Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.

Follow the tour HERE for exclusive content and a giveaway!

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Saturday, 26 October 2019

THEIR LAST REFUGE COULD BE THEIR TOMB... John Grover's Underground:Revelations #horror

Underground: Revelations
Underground Book 1
by John Grover
Genre: Horror

Underground: Revelations
The war the world feared finally came except this was a different kind of war. One fought between the living and the dead. The living lost.

Liam, a former soldier in the war against the dead, had done everything he could to hold back the enemy but in the end he joined the other survivors in the only safe place left— underground.

Now Liam helps keep the last of the living safe in the subway tunnels, scavenging food by day, hiding by night, all the while haunted about how they lost the world above them. He always believed the dead had help but he could never prove it.

He would soon learn he was right all along and that there is no safe place to hide from extinction—underground just might turn out to be everyone’s tomb after all.

**Get it at half price for only $2.49 until Nov 1st!**

John Grover is a fiction author specializing in Horror, Fantasy and Sci-Fi residing in Massachusetts. John grew up watching creature double feature with his brother on Saturday afternoons. This fueled his love of monsters, ghosts and the supernatural. He never missed an episode. In his spare time he loves to cook, garden, go to the theater to watch horror movies with his friends, read, talk about food, bake amazing desserts, play with his dog Buffy (yes named after the character in the TV show) and draw-badly.

Some of his favorite TV shows and influences are The Twilight Zone, Tales from the Darkside, Space 1999, Battlestar Galactica, X-Files, Night Gallery, Monsters, Star Trek, and much more. 

He completed a creative writing course at Boston’s Fisher College and is a member of the New England Horror Writers, a chapter of the Horror Writers Association.

Some of his more recent credits include Best New Zombie Tales Vol 1 by Books of the Dead Press, The Book of Cannibals by Living Dead Press, The Vermin Anthology, The Northern Haunts Anthology by Shroud Publishing, The Zombology Series by Library of the Living Dead Press, Morpheus Tales, Wrong World, The Willows, Alien Skin Magazine, Aurora Wolf and more.

He is the author of several collections, including the recently released Terror in Small Doses for Amazon Kindle as well as various chapbooks, anthologies, and more.

$25 Amazon
 Follow the tour HERE for special content and a giveaway!

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
28 - Author Spotlight – Dahlia Donovon – Pure Dumb Luck
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Friday, 25 October 2019

The Amazing things that can be seen from space. #space #FridaysinSpace

  • NASA ID: PIA23460
  • Center: JPL
  • Secondary Creator Credit: NASA/METI/AIST/Japan Space Systems, and U.S./Japan ASTER Science Team
  • Date Created: 2019-09-19
  • Visit JPL Website
The Mozu Tombs are a group of megalithic tombs in Sakai, Japan, in the Osaka Plain. The largest tomb, the Daisenryo Kofun, was thought to have been built in the 5th century for the Emperor Nintoku. It is keyhole-shaped, surrounded by a moat, and is 840 meters long. Nineteen other tombs are marked on the image. It was acquired October 27, 2011, covers an area of 7.8 by 13.9 km, and is located at 34.6 degrees north, 135.5 degrees east. https://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/catalog/PIA23460
What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
28 - Author Spotlight – Dahlia Donovon – Pure Dumb Luck
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Thursday, 24 October 2019

It is my art. My book is my art. MY art. Something writers struggle with. #writers #writingcommunity

Writing a book is hard. Even if it is a playful fun book. The product is art. Like a painting is art. We used our creativity and created the piece. It doesn't get to hang on a gallery wall, but the lucky ones go into libraries - either public ones or private ones.

If my heart and my soul like what I have created that is beautiful. If someone else likes it - that is bonus.

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
25 – Fridays in Space
27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
28 - Author Spotlight – Dahlia Donovon – Pure Dumb Luck
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Cover Reveal and Title Reveal for my latest hot romance. #daryldevore #coverreveal #hot #romance

When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.

N.B. This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title FL.E.S.H. The edition has a new title, new cover and has been revised.

To be released soon.

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
24 - Thursday #Yoga
25 – Fridays in Space
27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
28 - Author Spotlight – Dahlia Donovon – Pure Dumb Luck
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Liza O'Connor's romance - Oh Stupid Heart #CoT #romance

Oh Stupid Heart

Book Two of: A Long Road To Love
Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance
Liza O’Connor

Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she's off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.


Carrie glanced up at Trent. “Can I have one of your business cards?”
He handed one over, curious why Carrie wanted it. She flipped it over and wrote, These bills were given to Miss Claire as an act of charity. They are hers to spend.
She handed Trent the card. “Sign it, please.”
He signed the card and Carrie presented it to the old woman.
Her eyes rounded as she read it. “You know my name.”
“We’ve talked before.”
“Right. You’re the nice girl who pointed out how much cheaper it would be for me to buy a monthly card instead of paying the daily rate. I appreciated your advice. I’ve been able to buy better food and even had money saved up so, when I got sick, I could get well enough to keep working.” She patted Carrie’s arm. “I’m glad you got yourself a good man. You deserve it.”
Carrie glanced up at him and smiled. “He is a good man.”
She whispered in the old woman’s ear. Whatever she said cause the woman’s forehead to furrow.
She thrust the bills into Carrie’s hand. “I appreciate the thought, but I can’t take your money. But thank you both. You’re good people, and the world could use more like you.”
To his shock, Carrie didn’t argue. She only hugged the woman. “You are good people, too.”
Half the crowded train watched the fiasco. Great! Not only had the old woman rejected his act of charity, but a mob of commuters had witnessed his failed attempt at being a “good person.” His grandmother had to be thrashing in her grave.

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Oh Stupid Heart

Liza O’Connor
Author Bio:
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.


Liza has over 60 novels now

What's happening in October on Romance -  Sweet to Heat
23 - Cover and Title reveal for my latest book
24 - Thursday #Yoga
25 – Fridays in Space
27 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
28 - Author Spotlight – Dahlia Donovon – Pure Dumb Luck
29 – Critters on Tour –Amber Daulton - A Hero's Heart
30 – Author Spotlight -  Brandi Evans – His For the Taking
31 - Thursday #Yoga