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Blurb:
Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?

CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.


Enjoy an excerpt:
“Does it matter if she is as guilty as the others?”

Bryce nodded. “Yes. If she was part of it, I’ll press charges. No one steals from me.” He’d already gotten confessions out of the rest of his employees and fired those who were supposed to oversee that department. Fools were more concerned with their ladder climbing and brown-nosing instead of doing their job.

Determining Jaimie’s level of involvement was unfinished business. Was his Cinderella truly innocent, or had she been framed? He couldn’t find any money trails leading to her bank accounts, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have money squirreled away elsewhere, under another name. No, he needed to know for sure.

Glorie laughed low in her throat. “My, your little playmate looks ready to bolt, and it’s not even midnight.”

Bryce narrowed his eyes. Glorie was right. Jaimie was staring at some of the costumes with mouth agape. He couldn’t see her eyes but imagined they were wide with shock. Even from where he stood, he could see her face was flushed with embarrassment. She took a big gulp of her champagne then grabbed Lucy by the arm. Though he couldn’t hear the conversation, it was clear his sub was having serious doubts.

Rocking back on his heels, he grinned. From the questionnaire, he knew Jaimie was new to this world, and he was looking looked forward to introducing her to some light BDSM.

Author Bio:
Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American /Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular "White" Series. During her career, she has been nominated for the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Western Historical and Reviewer's Choice Best Book Award.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing as she was encouraged to read as a child and preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. When the writing bug bit, she followed the sensible advice to “write what you know” and has been writing and publishing her stories since!

Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life's problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney resides in California. Her office is quite crowded with two small dogs at her feet, another huge girl in her recliner and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising...

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. Knitting and crochet are her current passions. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the 'pretties'. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining...

Camping, fishing, biking and hiking (when not hot) are other outdoor pursuits she and her husband enjoy. She is of course, an avid reader and hates cooking and housework. While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music, including Neil Diamond, Celtic, Native American, New Age, Classical, and mood music (bagpipes and howling wolves drive my family nuts). Her current favorites are Blackmore's Night and David Lanz.

Email: Sydney@sydneystclaire.com

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Synopsis:

Morgan Bentley is a bastard. Always was and always will be.

At least that’s what Matthew Hopkins thinks. Unfortunately, Morgan is also a brilliant law student, and easily eclipses Matthew, academically and socially.

Matthew insists he hates Morgan. According to Matthew’s best friend, Cory, perhaps he doth protest a bit too much.

Cory has received the chance of a lifetime in the form of an internship with ITM—Information Technology and Medicine—the prestigious research company where Morgan’s father is the CEO. Too inquisitive for his own good, the naturally curious Cory stumbles on a deadly secret inside of ITM. What he has learned will tip the balance of everything, but for good or bad?

Just what is the mysterious Project X?

What is Morgan’s involvement?

Matthew has to sort fact from fiction, friend from foe, as his world is turned upside down and inside out, and nothing can be the way it was.

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Nephylim was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.

Nephylim has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Nephylim became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Nephylim lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son and her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest, and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.

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Breakfall - Reviewed by Trix

BREAKFALL (Fall series #1) 

by Kate Pavelle 

Published by: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb:

Sexual assault doesn't discriminate. Aikido instructor Sean Gallaway learns that when he falls prey to a violent stalker. Asbjorn Lund, a karate sensei on campus and a Navy vet, yearns to teach Sean how to survive. How to overcome. How to recover. Sean feels hunted and alone as the stalker escalates, testing his boundaries. With the entire dojo at his back, Sean resolves to play bait. He will catch the predator stalking him and reclaim his sense of self if it's the last thing he does. Yet Sean's hunger for justice clashes with Asbjorn's protective streak, and their budding romance might not survive their war of wills.

Trix’s Review:

3.5 stars

It's a little bit difficult to approach this review, since the story has so many parallels to the author's real-life experiences. (It's also hard to discuss without including story spoilers, but I will do my best.) During the promotional blog tour for BREAKFALL, Kate Pavelle discussed her martial arts background, her survival of a sexual assault during college (and its aftermath), and how both have shaped her life and the writing of this book. It was impossible for me to read the experience of her character Sean without thinking about how intense it must have been for Pavelle to relive the events during BREAKFALL's writing and editing. Sean's experience is written with sensitivity, but I'm sure it could be an emotional trigger for other survivors. What seemed unrealistic for me was some of Sean's behavior following his assault (I would call it rape, though he does not)...without giving away too much of the story, I found it hard to believe that Sean would eagerly initiate his first male/male encounter the day after being assaulted by a man, when he was so reluctant to even think about his attraction to men beforehand. While Sean's first encounter with Asbjorn is couched as a healing way for him to regain autonomy over his body and sexuality, the timing felt off to me. Indeed, both Sean and Asbjorn's motivations (in general, but especially sexually) are rather murky from time to time, and their on-again, off-again relationship is punctuated by outbursts of temper and rash behavior. This made it hard for me to fully empathize with either man, in spite of their heartrending experiences.

At the same time, BREAKFALL has some really intriguing moments, especially in its first third. While Pavelle's use of martial arts jargon can be a little hard to follow (a glossary would have been nice), her deep understanding of aikido made me consider martial arts in a whole new way. It's telling that the book's sexiest moments are not in its questionably-timed clinches, but rather the sequences where her characters grapple in the dojo: she really conveys the sensuality of martial arts, where the give-and-take of control and surrender and the intimacy of the physical contact are so compelling. It's a lot subtler than, say, most BDSM in erotica, but with equally thought-provoking power dynamics. She's also good at conveying the complicated feelings each man has toward the sport and its teachers. Asbjorn in particular struggles with the death of his beloved sensei, Tiger (to whom he was attracted, but kept his feelings secret). Tiger's widow, Nell, is a compelling character in her own right, and enlivens the story quite a bit.

BREAKFALL ends on a cliffhanger, and while that fact annoyed me, I will probably give the upcoming sequel SWORDFALL a try. I'm hoping that it emulates the four-star early moments of its predecessor, while avoiding the pitfalls it suffers in later moments.

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Blurb:

"Madness dances with brilliance" - a wild rock singer, a lonely white dolphin and other unworldly misfits emerge from their strange stories to challenge a young boy as to why. A gaunt tree leans wearily over them, like a guitar with too many strings. And the Angel leans on her gate, watching. - "Never seen anything quite like this"; "A unique & wonderful manuscript".

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"This is not a normal book with a normal story..."

It is the story of a rock singer and the unearthly harmonies plucked from a strange 13-string guitar; and of a bumptious honeybee encountering a strange little man on a planet that isn't there; and a tired, cynical old philosopher conducting a strange debate with a stone in the woods.

It is the story of a shipwrecked sailor, whose pet egg hatches into a strange seagull; and a worn-out, unworldly old lady dying in a strange land where no-one dreams; and a sad, downtrodden gardener tending a Wise Woman's strange, disquieting weed.

It is the story of a lonely white dolphin, and a tree - curiously shaped like a guitar with too many strings.

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"This is a book to make you think"

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Guest Post: Starling by Racheline Maltese and Erin McRae

When J. Alex Cook, a production assistant on The Fourth Estate (one of network TV’s hottest shows), is accidentally catapulted to stardom, he finds himself struggling to navigate both fame and a relationship with Paul, one of Fourth’s key writers. Despite their incendiary chemistry, Alex’s inexperience and the baggage they’re both carrying quickly lead to an ugly break-up.

Reeling from their broken hearts, Alex has an affair with a polyamorous co-star and Paul has an ill-advised reunion with an old flame. Meanwhile, the meddling of their colleagues, friends -- and even the paparazzi! -- quickly make Alex and Paul’s real life romance troubles the soap opera of the television season. 

But while the entertainment value may be high, no one knows better than Alex and Paul that there are no guarantees when it comes to love in Los Angeles.

Excerpt:
They talk so much that dinner takes forever. Paul's delighted because it means he's not crazy for feeling invested, even if he's self-aware enough to know he probably would be even if dinner had been merely a brief stop on the way to sex.

Eventually, though, they manage to push back from the table.

"Am I taking you to the couch or the bedroom?" he asks casually as he takes their plates to the sink.

"Bed," Alex says distractedly.

When Paul turns around Alex is crouched on the floor, petting Todd. It gets him in that weird biological place that seems reserved for attractive people interacting with small animals or babies.

After a moment, Alex looks up. "Sorry."

Paul shakes his head. "It's fine. Glad you're making friends. Let's bring the wine upstairs, too, okay?"

***

They're quiet on the stairs and it's awkward for a moment in Paul's bedroom. Alex finds himself thinking about the nights Paul spends alone. It's the mystery of adult and normal life in general that fascinates him as much as what Paul is like when his only company is himself.

He's not sure how much the room itself gives away; pale yellow walls, dark blue comforter, white trim around the windows and doors. The airiness of it is all California, but it lacks the blunt excess of his costars' massive and ugly houses. Even so, the contrast to his own apartment remains immense, and fills Alex with a certain degree of shame over his choices.

After Paul sets down the wine and glasses on the little table next to the armchair that resides in the corner of the bedroom, the silence stretches and snaps only when he finally takes a step toward Alex.

It's nothing then for Alex to close the rest of the gap and kiss him hard, pressing against him. Paul slips his hands into the back pockets of Alex's jeans and kneads at his ass.

"Clothes," Alex mutters as he starts frantically trying to pull Paul out of his.

They break apart only for the logistics of it all.

Alex winds up pushing Paul into the armchair. It's by the windows facing the bed, and it gives Alex a million ideas that range from sitting there getting a show to simply relaxing with his tablet while watching Paul sleep.

Right now, though, they're both naked, and Alex has remembered what it is to be brave.

As coauthors, Racheline and I get asked a lot about our writing process. And as coauthors of erotic romance books, we also get asked a lot about our writing process for The Sex.

To get the most pressing issue out of the way, co-writing sex is not particularly sexy. It’s actually usually absurd, with Levels of Ridiculous ranging from “Well that was awkward and amusing” to “Oh my god I can’t believe I just wrote that email about rimming and what character X’s history with rimming is and whether it’s remotely germaine to anything except our own understanding of the character help.”

But really, we write sex scenes the way we write any other scene: When we get to the scene, whoever has the time next goes for it, although sometimes there are expertise considerations. Racheline and I have very different personal histories, which allow us to bring a broad range of experiences to what we write -- in and out of our characters’ bedrooms.

And while Racheline and I do have moments of writing as a sort of creepy hive-mind (no, we have no idea how we both knew Paul’s cat in Starling was white with tabby splotches), when it comes to editing, we tend to play to our strengths and focus on different things. I’m in charge of continuity. Racheline, who is also a playwright and has a great ear for rhythm, hunts down repeated words and makes the prose generally as tight as possible.

Speaking of tight, in editing Starling, that became one of our rather surreal words of concern.

We were in the first or second round of Starling edits back from our publisher when I got what is possibly the most hilarious note on the manuscript from Racheline ever. To paraphrase, because the original has, to the relief of both of us, long since been resolved:

Character 1’s balls are tight. Because he’s about to come. Except I think we just said his ass was tight when Character 2 was fucking him. We need different words because I think that anatomically confusing. I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST LEFT YOU THIS NOTE AND AM FULL OF SHAME BUT CAN YOU CHECK.

In other words, #EroticaWriterProblems.

So I cracked up laughing. And then I banged my head on my desk. And then I hit ctrl-f and ran a search for tight on the chapter in question. And then I banged my head on my desk again that that was a thing I had not only done, but a thing I needed to do, to polish our manuscript to its utmost. And then I emailed Racheline back with the good news for the book and the bad news for her:

Just ran a search. “Tight” only used once. So you imagined that.  But we’re good.

Starling is a novel we’re very proud of for many reasons. One of which just happens to be that we never did wear out the word tight in any of the book’s sex scenes.


Review posted here

Author Bios: 

Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese’s gay romance series Love in Los Angeles, set in the film and television industry, is published by Torquere Press. The first novel, Starling, was released September 2014; its sequel, Doves, is scheduled for January 2015. Racheline is a NYC-based performer and storyteller focused on themes of sex, gender, desire and mourning. Erin McRae is a writer and blogger based in Washington, D.C. You can find them on the web at http://www.Avian30.com.

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Shadows of Damascus NBtM

Blurb:

Bullet wounds, torture and oppression aren’t the only things that keep a man—or a woman—from being whole.

Debt. Honor. Pain. Solitude. These are things wounded war veteran Adam Wegener knows all about. Love—now, that he is not good at. Not when love equals a closed fist, burns, and suicide attempts. But Adam is one who keeps his word. He owes the man who saved his life in Iraq. And he doesn’t question the measure of the debt, even when it is in the form of an emotionally distant, beautiful woman.

Yasmeen agreed to become the wife of an American veteran so she could flee persecution in war-torn Syria. She counted on being in the United States for a short stay until she could return home. There was one thing she did not count on: wanting more.

Is it too late for Adam and Yasmeen?

Shadows of Damascus to be released by Soul Mate Publishing mid January, 2014.

Excerpt:

Hot cup of coffee in one hand, phone receiver cradled on shoulder, Adam dialed the phone number at eight thirty the following morning. A decent time. A woman’s soft voice greeted him.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’d like to talk to Mr. Pemssy?” He barely contained his excitement.

“Sorry?”

“My name is Adam Wegener,” he enunciated his words. “I want to speak to Mr. O. R. Pemssy.”

“Wrong number.”

Click.

“Damn it.” His excitement disintegrated like a popped balloon. He went back to the kitchen table and re-worked the letters again, only to end up with the same number. Frustrated, he crumbled the papers and threw them across the kitchen floor. To hell with this, he’d wasted enough time on this shit. If Fadi wanted something from him, he damned well better call him.

Hungry and angry, he stabbed a slice of toast and smeared it with peanut butter. Tension building in the muscles of his arms, he wanted to throw or break something. Instead, he swallowed the sandwich and went outside to work. Climbing astride his rusty old tractor, he cranked the motor.

Rising heat squeezed sweat from his body like a sponge with no regard to his fragile mental state. His mind crunched numbers without end while he worked. Thoughts of the cool fridge full of icy drinks beckoned him for an early lunch. He abandoned his tractor in the middle of the field, and headed home, discarding his wet shirt on the way. He walked around the kitchen, stomping papers. It felt good and satisfying. As satisfying as the icy Coke he gulped down. Needing to put things in order, he collected the discarded papers. When he reached to crush the envelope, his eyes landed on the Turkish stamp. A surge of excitement gripped his stomach. One more thing he needed to try.

Logging onto his laptop, he searched Turkey’s city codes for area code 216. Istanbul on the Asian side. He searched for the country code, then the time difference. Eight hours ahead put it close to nine p.m. in Istanbul.

He dialed the sequence of international code numbers and held his breath while the same ringing tone played with his nerves.

“’Allo?” A man’s voice greeted.

“May I speak to Mr. Pemssy?”

“Yust a minute.” The man spoke with an unmistakable heavy accent.

Adam dropped in a chair and closed his eyes in anticipation.

“I see you got my letter,” a deep voice said.

“You’re the one who sent it? Who am I speaking to?” Eyes wide open now. Could it be Fadi? Damn it, he couldn’t remember his voice.

“You know who I am. I can’t use my real name. How is zat hib of yours? Giving you trouble?”

Fadi. Same annoying accent. “What the hell is going on?” He grit his teeth and tried to ignore the mispronunciations. “Couldn’t you have given me your phone number in the letter, or called me directly?”

“I didn’t know if you still lived at that address, and I didn’t want my number to fall in the wrong hands. You’re not listed. I knew you liked to count things. That was the best I could come up with.”

“I too tried to find you many times. What can I do for you, man? What do you need?” Was there a better way to say he hadn’t forgotten Fadi?

“I need a favor. But I can’t explain over the phone. Get on a plane and come here as soon as possible.”

“You want me to fly to Turkey? You serious?”

“You promised to help if I needed anything, and I do. Desperately.”

Adam coughed to steal a moment. What the hell? Fly over there? Could he even afford it? He’d like to help the guy, but this was insane.

“Can’t just drop everything and leave. I’ll do my best to help you from here if you tell me what you need. Nothing illegal, you should know this upfront.”

“I can’t tell you, and I can’t stay on the line for too long. A life is at stake. Are you in or out?”

Adam was torn. Torn and ashamed to admit he looked for a way out of the promise he’d given years earlier. “Your life?”

Fadi remained silent for a few seconds.

He heard an agonized exhale.

“You’re my only hope.”

Writing Tips

Knowing what the next scene or chapter is going to be is crucial to staying fluid with the creative process. And it is so important to keep progressing in a writer’s world. Too many writers I know started on a wonderful story idea, but never got to finish their work, getting stuck on perfecting the scene at hand before moving to the next. Let’s face it, no matter how many times writers read their work, their critical eye will always find something wrong. Therefore, discipline and perseverance are needed.

One way to go about it is to map the work. Writing from a plot map gives structure to the work, and to the writer. When a certain section proves stubborn to nail down, the writer can move to another part of the plot, knowing what is needed there, and then gets back to the wrinkled scene. More often than not, the process helps unlock the problem, and the writer keeps going. I know a lot of writers who work this way, and they are able to produce coherent well-connected story lines one would never suspect they jumped between chapters and scenes during the creative process.

With my book Shadows of Damascus, I unknowingly used this method. The first thing I wrote was a scene in chapter five, and I anchored all the other events in the plot around that scene. Once I was satisfied I pinned it down the way I wanted, I moved on to other parts in the story, maneuvering my way between the chapters according to my mindset at the time while I worked. Suffice it to say, that is not a very effective way to go about creating a structured, sequential work like a book or a novel. For the kind of writer I am, and for the kind of story I had, it worked.

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Author Bio and Links:

Lilas Taha is a writer at heart, an electrical engineer by training, and an advocate for domestic abuse victims by choice. She was born in Kuwait to a Syrian mother and a Palestinian father, and immigrated to the U.S. as a result of the Gulf war in 1990. She earned a master’s degree in Human Factors Engineering from the University of Wisconsin- Madison. There, Lilas met her beloved husband and true friend, and moved with him to Sugar Land, Texas to establish a family. She is the proud mother of a daughter and a son. Instead of working in an industrial field, she applied herself to the field of social safety, working with victims of domestic violence.

Pursuing her true passion for creative writing, Lilas brings her professional interests, and her Middle Eastern background together in her debut fictional novel, Shadows of Damascus.

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