Friday, February 27, 2015

Release Day; That's A Lie

Happy Re-Release Day to Victoria Klahr!

Find out if Seth will be able to show Josie the true meaning of love in,

That's a Lie

the sequel to That's a Promise.

TITLE: That’s a Lie (Promises, Promises #2)

AUTHOR: Victoria Klahr

GENRE: Contemporary Adult, New Adult

RE- RELEASED: February 27, 2015

Seth is back.

When he walked back into my life, it almost felt like the pieces of my broken heart could be fixed. 
I thought we could go back to being best friends, but then I started to feel what I had been blocking out for years. 
I tried. 
Boy, did I try! 
But once I started to let him in, I wanted nothing more than to cross that line from friendship into something more…

Just when I think I can move on and let myself be happy, an ugly reminder from my past comes storming in and threatens to destroy the sliver of hope that's been growing since Seth came back.

Do I even deserve to be loved?

“I’m not asking to fix your heart. I’m not asking to mend you. I love each and every shattered piece of you. I’m asking that you let me love you. Let me love each piece of your broken heart, and I swear to you I will make up for every heartache you have ever experienced.”

I came back for Josie.

I knew I'd have to fight for her, but with the loss of her dad and the truth about what happened with her and Blake, I quickly realized that making her mine was going to be a lot harder than I first thought. 
The problem is, I can’t pretend like she’s just my best friend.
 I can’t pretend I don’t want more.

I'm willing to do anything to get her to admit she has the same passionate feelings for me, because I know once she opens up and stops lying to herself, I can show her what it really means to be loved. It's a battle of wills, but my love for her is stronger than her will to stop me.

So I fight for her. 
I fight because I know she deserves it.





That’s a Promise (Promises, Promises #1)


Pain isn’t new to me.

I’ve been to hell only to find it never really leaves when you get back. 
It haunts me through nightmares, unrequited love, lies, broken hearts, and now death.

A monster almost took my life.

My best friend carries half my soul a world away.

My boyfriend broke my heart but refuses to let me go.

And my father is dead.

I don’t believe in fate and I don’t believe in happily-ever-afters, but for some reason, I still hope.

Live, even with a tainted spirit.

Long for my other half to come back to me.

Risk another broken heart, just to feel loved again.

And refuse to let another horror break me.

In the face of my most recent tragedy, I have to decide whether forgiveness is something I can give. But even if that’s an option, can I be forgiven?


Victoria Klahr (pronounced “Claire”) lives in North Carolina with her husband, daughter, and furbaby, Stephen, Alexis, and Bandit. When she’s not daydreaming about book boyfriends and fantasizing about being a badass heroine, she’s busy writing the stories that keep popping into her head. She’s currently finishing the Promises, Promises series and plotting multiple spin- offs.




Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Blog Tour; An Indecent Proposal

An Indecent Proposal by J.C. Reed & Jackie Steele

Release date: February 23rd, 2015

It was supposed to be easy.

Hire a professional actor to play my fake fiancé.

But when he steps in front of my door to pick me up for The Interview, my heart stops.
 Chase Wright is perfect. 
And hot.
 I mean like, burn up your dress hot. However, Chase isn't professional at all. 
I hate what he does to me with his sinfully sexy blue eyes. 
I hate that he wants me in his bed.

One month…that’s all I need him for. All I have to do is stay out of his bed. 
But the rules slowly begin to change. 
My fake fiancĂ© suddenly becomes my fake husband. 
When Chase offers me an indecent proposal, it's too late to fire him. 
It's too late to decline.

Full-length novel. Includes free prequel novella THAT GUY.

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Monday, February 23, 2015

Release Day; Granted Wishes

Granted Wishes

By Tanya Vought

Publisher: Booktrope

Published: February 23, 2015

Genre: Romance


 A decision that will change her life forever.

After the loss of her husband, Gracelynn Calhoun has struggled with her life and career. 
Forced to take a four week vacation or be fired from her job, she surprises everyone including herself and agrees to the vacation.

The owner of Antonetti Suites, Giovanni works hard and doesn’t have time for relationships or love. 
That is until he literally crashes into Gracelynn. 
She brings back all the feelings he thought he would never feel again.

With the odds stacked against them in every way possible, will they forge ahead together or will this be the end of the road for their newfound love? 
Will the whispers from above bring them together or will misunderstandings ruin what could be an amazing second chance at love?

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Author Bio


Tanya Vought is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading, writing, singing and doing crafts with her children. What started as a lifelong dream became reality. She’s overjoyed that readers will get to read her debut, Granted Wishes. She loves her characters sexy and sassy. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two amazing and imaginative children.

Book Excerpt

“Wow. You’re a vision, you know that?” He practically drools all over. She wears a pair of blue jeans and a low cut green sweater with a white scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair is up, and she wears light make up.

She chuckles. “Like what you see?” She smirks at him, daunting him. The little vixen can come out and play when she wants and he is enjoying this side of the sexy Gracelynn.

He decides to play dirty himself. “Want to see how happy I am to see you?” He smirks back at her. “Let’s make a wager, shall we?” he asks competitively.

She grins at him. She intently twirls a strand of her hair that she left down by her face between her fingers, licks her lips and stares at him. She looks him up and down, making him even more drawn to her.

He gulps. The damn vixen knows how to play dirty.

“Well, what is the wager? Because if it is staring at each other all night, I could do that and then some.”

Blog Tour; Stolen Fate

When betrayal is the only path to love, life is destined to be changed forever.


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Title: Stolen Fate

Author: S. Nelson

Editor: Hot Tree Editing

Cover Designer: Clarise at CT Cover Creations

This isn’t your typical story about boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after. 
This is a story about deception and betrayal at its finest. 
This is a story about hatred and attraction, which does everything in its power to destroy two people.

Essie Horton is a woman who has lived through unspeakable things during her short life, and when a prime opportunity presents itself, she dives right in, only concerned about herself and her objectives.

Drayden Warner is a man used to living the good life, bedding every beauty in sight, masking an empty existence, and hiding from a tragedy which happened years ago. 
Little does he know, his life will change forever when he meets the one woman who will possibly destroy him for good.

by S. Nelson
My Writing Process

When I sit down to write a story I don’t have any specific rituals or rules I follow. I don’t outline my entire book before I start either. I delve right into the story as soon as my fingers touch the keyboard. I will jot down questions or thoughts I have for future scenes but there is no specific pattern to it. There are many times the characters will guide the scenes themselves so I have no other choice than to just go along for the ride. ☺

I’ve often been woken up in the early morning hours with a thought or sentence running through my mind, over and over again. It won’t stop until I get out of bed and write it down, most times turning into multiple chapters. A couple months ago, I had one single sentence on repeat, which ended up being the whole premise for my second book Redemption, which will be coming out on Feb 25th.

I often use whatever I have at my disposal to make sure that every thought is written down, whether that’s my actual laptop or my phone or a sticky note. I’m constantly bombarded with quotes or ideas all day long. The key is to capture them before I forget. I would hate to miss out on a classic line from one of my characters because I was too tired to write it down.

Once I’ve written the complete rough draft I will go back over it, switching and changing things that need to be adjusted. Then, when I’m satisfied with the draft, I’ll send it to my editor. When all adjustments have been made, I’ll go back over it again, making any other adjustments I feel are necessary. Then the very last step I take is to have my computer read the entire story back to me. This is not my favorite part but I feel it’s necessary. I’ve actually caught a few words which needed to be corrected as well as a few clunky sentences which didn’t quite flow right.

After I’m completely satisfied with the end result, only then will I hit the publish button. Even though I’m always anxious to get it out there to the world, I won’t publish anything I don’t believe is my absolute best.

So, there is my writing process in a nutshell. I know what I do doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for me and I couldn’t be happier. ☺

S. Nelson grew up with a love of reading and a very active imagination, never putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard until a year and a half ago.

When she isn’t engrossed in creating one of the many stories rattling around inside her head, she loves to read and travel as much as she can.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two dogs, enjoying the ever changing seasons.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Chapter Reveal

Title: SCORCH (#3, Delirious)

Author: Clarissa Wild

Publication Date: March 3rd, 2014

Genre: Dark Romance


Sweet revenge keeps her alive … and drives her to kill.

I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for dead.
In this mental hospital I call prison I plot my revenge.

Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell.
I remember everything.

What they did to me was beyond cruel. I’m going to return the favor.

In here I survive by using someone just as they used me. One of them wants to
claim me as his own. A man without mercy, without a conscience, craving the
wickedness inside me. 

But I won’t be a puppet for his desires. I will play his strings
like a puppeteer and use him to escape.

And when I do … I will kill them all.

This is Ashley's story and the final book in the Delirious Series. This is a full-length
novel. These books should be read in order.

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language,
dubious consent, and graphic violence.


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Accompanying song: "I'm Dying" by VAST


June 20th, 2013.

Flames engulf me.

They lick my skin, fill me to the brink with fear.
I’m trapped with no way out.
My eyes can only see darkness as black as my body will become if I stay here a
second longer. My vision is clouded by smoke, the rooms and hallways turned into
a ghostly scene. Screams come from all directions, whines and loud bangs
following suit.

I don’t know where I’m going, but anywhere is better than here. I have to escape
this sea of flames.
A torrent of fire scorches the walls, blazing through the doors. I jump over fallen
rubble and molten wood, running through any visible gaps I can find. It’s here, it
has to be here. The door to freedom … it’s supposed to be here.

Fire follows me everywhere, like a trail set to destroy me, but I won’t let it burn
me. I chose this path. I was the one who set this chain of events in motion, and now
I must find a way out of this hellhole before it swallows me whole.
It’s either this fire or this facility that will be my undoing, and I’d rather be turned
into a crisp than spend one more second in this place. Everything I did was for my
own freedom, and I won’t let anything ruin it, not even a fucking burning building.
Right now, I don’t care about anyone else but me. I did it all for me. That’s right, I
chose to only follow my own instincts so I could benefit from it. I’m a selfish
motherfucker, but I don’t regret a thing.

For once I deserve a little peace.

Forever do I deserve justice.

No one more than me deserves to get out of this place.
But this fire is catching up with me quickly, and I don’t know if I can outrun it.
My lungs burn as I suck in the last viable breath, trying to stop coughing. The
smoke is killing me, but I won’t give up. I won’t stop running, won’t stop fighting,
won’t stop screaming until I gave it my all and then some. I won’t go down without

I won’t. I fucking won’t!

Adrenaline fuels my body as I rush past falling debris, crisscrossing through the
hallway until a door comes into sight. Hope zings through my veins, giving me a
rush as I make a sprint toward freedom. I jump over fire and lunge at the door,
pulling it open as I go. There’s another door just up ahead. The exit sign is the only
light that shines down upon me as I close the door behind me and try to open it.

The door is locked.

I jerk it a couple of times, but it won’t budge.
Panic rolls through me, making all the hairs on my body stand up, as I jerk the door
again and again.

“C’mon,” I say. “C’mon you worthless piece of shit!”

I punch the door, but it’s no use. Nothing I do works.
I cry out as I pull on the door as hard as I can and ram my feet into the wood in an
effort to break free. Fire has consumed the hallway behind me, and I can smell the
smoke rising up from the hole underneath the door. It won’t be long until it enters
this room and when it does I have to be out.

“Why won’t you fucking open?” I scream at the door.

If this damned door would open, I would be out of here by now, but it seems to be
made of pure cement or something. Nothing I do works. I can feel the heat of the
fire penetrating the walls, creeping in from underneath the door behind me. As I
look over my shoulder the small gap is lit like the sun.

Oh God, it’s so close, I can almost feel it.

There’s no escape now. I can’t turn around and find a different exit. I’m trapped
and the fire has come for me. And this fucking door won’t open, no matter what I

Salty tears enter my mouth as I yell and kick the door in a futile move to free
myself. Nothing I do works. Nothing.

After a while, I sink to the hard floor, burying my face in my hands.
I’m done for.

This is it, this is the end.
I was the only one who could save me, who could get me out of here. This was my
last chance and I blew it.

What ifs float through my head. What if I hadn’t listened to him? What if I didn’t
let him use me for his own pleasure? What would have happened if I didn’t let him
into my heart? Would I have made the same choices?

No, but I doubt I would’ve come as far as I have now.
Which terrifies me even more. All the choices I made or could have made would’ve
led to only two outcomes. I would either remain here or in another facility as their
sex puppet or I’d flee and probably die.

I guess I got what I wanted after all. In the end, I realize it’s what I asked for. I
should’ve listened when he said there was no escaping this place … and him.
The only way out is death itself.

I should accept my fate with the last shred of dignity I have left, but I can’t fight
this dread creeping into my soul. After all that planning, all that work, all that lying,
cheating, stealing, and betraying, I ended up alone and trapped in a room as small
as a fucking closet. I exchanged my body for a little bit of hope, and what I got was
a miserable end to my suffering.

What a horrible way to die.

Chapter 1
Accompanying song: "Better With You" by Of Verona 


February 12th, 2013.


Everything is gray.

Not black. Not white. Not clear or unclear. Not good or bad. Just gray.

I’m gray. I’m not angry or sad. Not happy or depressed.

I’m in the middle where there are no decisions and no emotions.

Nothing. I’m nothing. Feeling nothing, worth nothing, doing nothing, staring into
nothingness. And I don’t care. Not even a little bit.

My legs are cramped, but the pain soothes me. I wobble up and down … up and
down … forward and backwards. My nails dig into my skin as I hold my knees
close, staring at the wall in front of me. I watch the cracks, feeling like they’re
changing in shape. I know each and every one of them from the head, but somehow
this one particular crack seems unfamiliar, and it makes me curious.

Tempted, I lean forward and place my index finger on the wall. The nakedness of
the structure creates goose bumps on my skin as I touch something for the first time
in hours. I love the texture, how different it feels with each stroke. Each bump and
each indent are like a map to me, I’ve studied them all. I know exactly where every
nook and cranny is.

Except this one. It’s not familiar to me at all, which holds my attention like nothing

Was this crack always here? I wonder, and yet that’s not possible, because I know
this cell better than the back of my own hand.

Maybe I am really losing my mind. As they say, surrounding yourself with crazies
makes you fucked up too.

The thought makes me smile.

It wasn’t always that I believed I was crazy, that I was losing it, but now that I’m in
here, I know the true meaning of going nuts. It suits me well.

There aren’t a lot of things that I’ve taken with me when I came here. Whoever I
was before died the night they kidnapped me. They … the men who used me like I
was some kind of whore. Like I was theirs to abuse. As if I wasn’t a person. They
said I should be glad I’m still alive … I say they should be scared that I’m still

In my corner, I wobble up and down, my eyes skimming the walls and ceiling for
any new cracks that I might have overlooked. It’s important to keep track of any
changes in my environment; who knows, it might come in handy someday.

Like, for escaping. Or, I don’t know, smacking someone over the head with some
fallen rubble.

You never know.

I say I don’t feel anything, but maybe that’s a lie. A lie I tell myself so I can keep
living and stay sane while I reside in pure insanity. There is only so much a human
can accept and live with. I’m not going to claim I can take it all. I can’t, but at least
I know the truth. That has to be worth something.

In this prison I seem like a girl who’s lost everything. And I can’t say I don’t agree.
I have lost everything that I once deemed mine. My body, my freedom, my mind.
But no matter the sacrifices, they will never own my heart or soul. Those are two
things that remain untouched, two things I will use to destroy everything.

Yes … in this place where I sit like a dog in a corner, bumbling to myself like a
lunatic I scheme … I scheme to betray all that is good in order to escape.
And then I will have vengeance.

I won’t die before they do. And if I do, so help me god, I will pull them down this
hellhole with me.


Five hours later ...


A loud banging noise pulls me from my wobbling trance.
“Are you even fucking listening?”

I glance over my shoulder, snarling at the guard who rams his baton on the glass. I
give him a squinty growl and then return to my sulking. No use wasting energy on
dimwits who can’t or won’t help me. Nobody in here will help me, which is exactly
the reason why I should focus on my own plans.

And my plans are to survive … and then kill.

Every bang is another reminder of the noise inside my head, the screams, the pain
that I bury. Their faces haunt me, and I lick the memory of their viciousness like a
tiger licking its wounds. It feeds me, the rage … it keeps me alive, so that one day I
can do the same to them.

“Whore …”

My nose twitches. Don’t react, Ashley. Don’t show them any emotion. Don’t give
into their taunts. It’s what they want, what they need, and I won’t give it to them. If
this is my final sliver of power, I’ll fight to keep it.

“Hey, see this?” he says. “Fuck you. Suck my dick.” He stomps the glass. “Don’t
you fucking ignore me, you piece of shit.”

I swear, this is how they talk to patients in every normal psychiatric hospital. It’s

I roll my eyes.

“Oh, fuck you. You don’t even deserve to live. Sad, worthless girl.” He laughs.
“Pathetic …”

He stomps the glass a final time before he’s ripped away. I turn around to see if
he’s gone, but a hand on the glass draws my attention. The door clicks open. My
ears perk up. A shiny, black boot steps in.

Nobody’s stepped foot in here. Not since I arrived.

Something’s about to change. Big time.

I turn around and face the wall. Can’t show any interest. Curiosity is weakness, and
weakness gets you killed. I don’t plan on dying just yet.

I know how dangerous this place can be. Even when I’m trapped in this pretentious
building, I know who runs this place … who decides what happens with me. Those
men who used me keep me captive here like a dog. The slightest action I take will
be on camera, and then shit’s going to hit the fan. I’d rather pretend to be meek and
easy. It makes it easier to stab everyone in the back later.

“Leave us.”

His voice is stern, authoritative. Confident, but not too cocky. Probably a higher-
up, but not in a way that gives him any real power. The door slides open and he
steps further in. The sound of his clicking shoes draw my attention, and the way he
closes the door again, very softly, gives me the idea he likes to think he’s in

No one can control me. No one.

A metallic sound ensues. Something is placed on the small table in the middle of
my cell.

And then he directs his attention toward me. “Your name.”

I don’t answer. There is no reason nor motivation for me.

He steps forward. I smash my lips together as I watch his shadow grow on the wall.
The bright light emanating from the door is a little frightening when it lights him up
like this, as if he’s a stalker creeping up to his prey.

“I said, your name.” His voice has gotten darker, more menacing.
I won’t allow myself to get scared. Not in here.

He stands behind me and I watch his shadow on the wall, waiting for him to make a
move, waiting for him to explode.

Except he doesn’t. What he does instead makes me swallow away a lump in my

He pets me.

With his hand on my head he makes soft strokes through my hair, sliding down
toward my neck, and then back up to the top of my head. It’s eerie as well as totally
unnerving that this man is touching me like this. Does he want me to resist? Or
does he want me to fight? What is he expecting?

“You’re not quite the listener, are you?” he says.

I frown, but don’t answer him, and keep my eyes on the wall. I won’t give him an
ounce of myself.

“That’s okay … I have plenty of time.”

My lips part, but then I shut them again. Goddammit. I’m almost tempted to ask
questions, but it would only give him more insight into who I am. I can’t give them
that luxury.

“Oh my dear pet …” He chuckles. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”



I shut my mouth the moment I realize I spoke. Fuck!

He laughs again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be good for you, as long as you’re good for

“What the fuck?”

“Don’t try to understand. You can’t,” he says, continuously petting me like I’m a

My muscles tense from his fingers suddenly curling into the base of my neck.

“I know you know what happened to you. I know you remember everything.” He
pinches my flesh. “You know why you’re here.”

Yes, I do. I remember vividly what those men did to me, and for that I must be
punished. I can’t be controlled, I can’t be made to think I’m insane, and that makes
me a liability. That makes them want to put me in here. There is no mercy in this
world. So I answer, “To be silenced and locked away forever.”


I sigh, trying not to feel threatened or angry by this admission, but it’s hard to
ignore the bubbling rage.

“Stand up,” he commands.
His voice is unforgiving, to the point of me actually standing up. That’s a mighty
feat. It’s not because I’m scared … more because I’m interested in why he has
come to tell me news I already knew.

“Turn around.”

I slowly spin on my feet, my face completely blank as I face the man who came
into my space. His longish, dark-brown hair falls beside his eyes like curtains
darkening his narrow face. He has a cleft in his chin and strong cheekbones. His
pitch-black eyes make me shiver. There is a slight smile on his thin lips. On his
jacket is a peculiar pin button, one that I haven’t seen before. It’s one of the
doctors, but not one I’ve seen before. They’re not all really doctors; some are, but
most are fakes, meant to keep the patients in check. That’s all they do here; put up a
show so nobody makes a scene, so everybody behaves.

Everybody but me, that is. That’s why they put me in this concrete cage.

“You are mine now,” he says.

“I am no one’s possession, just a prisoner,” I snarl.

He straightens my shirt which hangs slightly askew across my shoulders. I like it
better that way. It’s my way to rebel in a place with so little possibilities to fight.
“You are a prisoner and I am the one who holds the key to your cage.”

I muffle a laugh. “So? That doesn’t make me yours.”

“It will. Sooner or later.” He smiles. “You’re my pet now. There’s no reason for
either of us to pretend you will ever believe our words or forget what you know.”

“I won’t,” I interject. “But I’m not going to be a toy for you either.”

He squints. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Like you do. They are the ones keeping me here, not you. You don’t have me, they

They gave you to me.”

“What?” Gave? Like I’m some sort of gift? The idea makes me want to hurl. “I
doubt that.”

“They don’t have time to deal with difficult girls.”

“Good,” I say, swatting his hand away when he tries to grab a strand of my hair.
“I’ll be even more difficult then.”

He laughs again. “I enjoy a challenge.”

“Is that why they gave me to you? I’m not some lion you can tame.”

“Your claws are sharp, though,” he muses.

I can’t stop the twitch in my nose. Goddammit, I want to kill this guy.

“Like I said, you’re mine now, and I intend to make you … less annoyingly

“How?” I say. “That’s going to take a lot of effort. Annoying is my middle name.”
I snort.

“You’ll see how.” The grin on his face makes me want to slap the living shit out of

For a second, I contemplate on doing just that, but then I remind myself there is a
camera in the left corner and someone behind is must be looking, waiting for me to
bite. And then they can do even worse things to me. I won’t let it happen.

“Complicated cases are handed to me. Impossible ones even. Girls who refuse to
bend.” He walks to the table and then turns around to face me again. “I break

I study him for a moment. “Who are you?”

He cocks his head and points at the chair in front of him. “Sit.”

Of course, he won’t answer me. My eyes narrow. “Why?”

“I will tell you if you listen to me.”

Taking a deep breath, I take the chance and slump toward the table. Sitting down
isn’t my style, I prefer throwing my ass into the chair. Just a little defiance keeps
me going.

Only now do I spot the plate of food on the opposite end of the table. My mouth
instantly begins to water.

“You can have it … if you behave.” He sits down on the table, in between me and
the view of the food. I immediately look up at him, probably with the face of a
troll. Right now, I’m too hungry for anyone to stand in between me and my food.

I lunge forward to grab it, but he’s so much faster than me, grabbing my wrists and
jamming them to the table.

“I said, behave.”

“Fuck you. I don’t owe you shit.”

“You do if you want to live.”

Sighing, I sit back, sulking in my chair. Goddammit, I’m fucking hungry. They
haven’t fed me properly since I came here. Small amounts of porridge and dry

bread don’t get me through the day. They’re so fucking cheap, I sometimes wish
they had just killed me instead.

“What do you want?” I say.


The way he says it, so sure of himself … so sure that he’ll get what he wants,
makes my skin crawl.

“Why? Why me?”

He glances behind him and points at the camera in the corner. “I’ve been watching
you for some time.”


He smiles. “You probably don’t even realize how accurate that is.”

Oh my god. He has to be kidding … right?

He leans in and I lean back in my chair to get away. “You can’t escape this place,


My eyes widen at the sound of my own name.

“Yeah, I know what you’re called,” he muses. “Did you think I asked you because I
didn’t know? Or because I wanted you to speak?” he growls.

“You wanted me to give you what you want.”

“Exactly.” He cocks his head again. “You’re beginning to understand.”

“Why on earth would I do what you want?”

“Oh, I have plenty of reasons, but an important one in particular.” He’s so close
now, I can feel his breath on my skin. He whispers, “I can help you be free.”

That word makes me choke up.

“Why … why would I trust you? You can’t promise me anything.”

“You can’t, but you don’t have a choice. Either you listen to me and do what I say,
or you stay in here … forever.”

Those words make me want to scream, but I don’t. It’s what he wants, I can see it
in his eyes. That glint of amusement at his own victory. It’s the ugly truth.

“What do you want from me?” I ask. “Why did you come here? Why now, after all
those days?”

He shifts his position on the metal table which creaks. “You’re separated, so you
could calm down and we could observe your reaction to the environment.”

“I’m a Guinea pig.”

“Not entirely. You were just one of the few who didn’t go into full denial.”

“I would die before I would forget what those monsters did to me!” I yell, suddenly
overcome by fury.

His eyes flare with excitement. “Hmmm …”

“Do you even know?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Do you realize what you’re

“I do.”

“Then you’re just as bad as they are.” I avert my eyes.

He suddenly leans forward, grabs my chin, and forces me to look at him. “I am not
like them, and do not for a moment suggest that I am.” He releases me with a slight
twitch of his hand.

Clearing his throat, he says, “For your own sake it would have been much better if
you’d simply forgotten what you’d experienced, but unfortunately for the both of
us, that isn’t the case.” He looks me straight in the eyes. “Now, if you wish to live,
you will listen and do as I say. You know how they are … if you’re difficult, we
have no other choice but to–”

“Kill me.” He seems caught off guard by my comment. “Yeah, I know what they’re
like. Are you like that too?” I ask, leaning forward with my elbow on the table.

“Because that makes you just as evil.”

For a moment, his eyes narrow slightly, and his tongue quickly darts out to wet the
side of his lip, but it disappears as quickly as it came.

He turns his head and gazes at the food. “I think we’re done talking.”

He jumps off the table and fetches the food before I have time to react. He doesn’t
give it to me, instead, he holds it in his hand and walks to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“If you’re not going to behave, why do you think you deserve this?”

“Because I’m fucking hungry, and I need it. Jesus Christ, I haven’t eaten a proper
meal in days!” I shout, scooting the chair back.

“Sit. Down.” His voice echoes against the door.

I grind my teeth. “Give it to me.”

It’s quiet for a second. “Ask nicely.”

I sigh out loud. “Goddammit, can I please have it?”

He glances over his shoulder. “Is that your nice side?”

“As nice as it gets with me.” I fold my arms.

He laughs like he’s really amused by that. “We’ll have to work on that then.”
He turns around and walks toward the table again. I breathe a sigh of relief as he

puts the plate back on the table and slides it to my side.

“This is because I’m nice now.” He smiles. “Not because you deserve it.”

I growl, but don’t respond, because I don’t want him to take this away from me. I
immediately grab a fork and start gobbling up the mashed potatoes like a starving
homeless girl.

“You see? Do as I say, and you get what you want. Simple,” he muses. “I’ll take
care of you. I’ll bring you better food. I’ll make sure you’re left alone.”

“In exchange for what?” I ask, spooning up some applesauce.

He grins. “You’ll know soon enough.”

The way he says it sends chills up my spine. So eerily dark, laced with poison.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because I’d like to know who keeps me captive here. Who comes into my room
every single time and makes me remember that I’m a prisoner to the sickest men on

He raises an eyebrow only slightly. “You want to know who takes care of you in
here …” he muses, to prove his own point. Pathetic.

“No,” I say, holding my fork tight. “I want to know so I remember the name of the
man I’m going to kill first.”

His eyes widen, and his lips part, but no sound comes out. Ha, gotya,
. It’s not a lie. I am going to kill him someday. I don’t care how, but I
will, with whatever means necessary. And then I’ll murder the rest of them.
After a stare down of almost a minute, I continue eating.

“My name is Sam Bailey,” he says. “And when I’m done with you, I’ll be the only
guy on this planet you won’t be able to kill.”

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Friday, February 20, 2015

Release Day

TITLE: Fear of Striking Out

AUTHOR: Lyssa Layne

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

PUBLICATION DATE: February 19, 2015


LENGTH: 54,000+

Adult Content

Tour; In Flight


Title: In Flight Author 
Name: Rachael Orman
 Publication Date & Length: February 9, 2015 - 10,000 Words


All it took was for the right, older man to sit next to me.
 That flight changed my life. 
What started out as boring, small talk swiftly changed to flirting. 
Things got out of hand for a while, but he made sure to leave me with memories I'll never forget. 
Then he took me home to meet his twin brother and introduce me to what it's like to have the full attention of two men at the same time.
 *Erotic Short Story about Older MEN (twins) and younger woman - M/F/M*





“Ah, horrible timing as usual. Summer, meet Bryce, my twin. I told you I had a surprise for you. Although, now I’m wondering if I should’ve saved you all for myself.” 
Ben nipped at my bottom lip before stepping back. “After our little adventure on the plane, I knew you would be just the right woman to share with my brother. See, it takes a special woman to keep the interest of two men. A woman who can handle having the full attention of two men, four hands, two tongues, and two needy cocks. Do you think you can handle it?”


Mother by day. Writer by night. I spend a majority of my day with my children and reading while my nights are filled with the sound of the keyboard as I work on my next work.

I have written in F/F, F/F/M, F/F/F and then of course F/M genres.... So, beware, I do not always have the most 'traditional' scenes. And one day I will venture into M/M, just have to find the time. I love to try new things and learn from every piece of work I write. I'll write just about anything once to learn from it. I've even ventured out of my normal erotica genre into Monster Erotica. Doubt you'll find me writing anything not erotic as you can barely get me to even read something out of that category, but then again, you never know what I might try next. Never stop learning. Try everything at least once.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Cover Reveal

Title: Agonize

Author: Xavier Neal

Photo: 6:12 Photography by Eric McKinney

Model: Jared McPherson

Release Date: 03/03/15


Tony Reed has always felt second best. 
To his family. 
To his best friend. 
To every girl he's dated.
 But when Lex "Lix" Jones, an indie rock star, convinces him to let go of his inhibitions and have a little fun, Tony quickly has a critical decision to make. 
Are they meant to live in a world of passion together or should he be left alone to agonize?