Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Spotlight and Giveaway Chalvaren Rising by Paula Millhouse




Chalvaren Rising
A Kingdom of Chalvaren Romance
Paula Millhouse

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing

Book Description:

THE DRAGONSTONE HAS RETURNED

With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.

TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT

Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth...and their war. 

It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin. Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all.


Excerpt:
Mia stood bolt upright. “I cast the containment spell by melding my aura with yours when we touched, for the good of the dragonlet, but I don’t know how to work that kind of magic. Do you?”
He clearly knew how to work many kinds of magic. Kort clasped her hand in his, then lifted it to his lips for a kiss. Mia’s belly flipped, warm and low, and her body flooded with desire. It was new for her, this physical reaction if not the reason. Mia wanted a family more than anything else, more sometimes even than she wanted sunshine to warm her skin or air to sustain her life. After years of loneliness by a human village that reviled and misunderstood her…

A violet aura, her magic signature, cascaded across her skin. Kort’s aura spiked, too. His was royal blue.

Handsome, six-foot-something and covered with hard muscle, and magical, this elf just might be the perfect male for her. Mia blinked several times, trying to take it all in, to reconcile this sudden change to her overly quiet and lonesome life. For twenty-one years she’d been hidden here on Earth, alone, friendless, with only her parents for company until their death. Now this. Him. Out of nowhere.
To mask her discomfort she said, “My mother taught me magic auras are tied to our gods. Yours is blue. Your deity must be Marineth, the demigoddess of peace, unity, and trust.” Indeed, Kort had those very words tattooed on his arms in elven runes. She could see them clearly as he pulled her close.

“And your violet aura ties you to Varik. You know about our people, Mia? About our ways?”

She gripped his hand tighter. “Before my parents died they told me other elves would come for me someday. My father didn’t say I’d get to rescue a dragon.”

“Did your father say why he stole the Dragonstone and hid you away for twenty years?”

Mia flinched. Defending her father’s decision might prove difficult to Kort Elias, Prince of Chalvaren and next in line to the throne. It was his family that had been deprived of the artifact.

“He did it to prevent a war. A holy war, I think…” Mia glanced down at the sleeping dragonlet and tried to remember all the details. “He said there was a struggle between heaven and hell, like the humans believe…or good versus evil, if you want to think of it that way. A wizard who practiced black magic was killed for tapping unsanctioned power, and his wife went crazy. Her actions threatened to tear the seven kingdoms of Chalvaren apart. My father took the Dragonstone so she couldn’t use it.”

Kort nodded then sighed. “He did the right thing, I think. Magic should be used to sustain life, not take it—and she would have gotten hold of the stone. Our allied kingdoms are at peace now…for the most part.”

Mia lifted her brows. “Go on.”



About the Author:

Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child, Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.

Paula lives with her husband at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies. In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters in thrilling romantic fiction.







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Thursday, August 20, 2015

Spotlight Tales of Blood and Sulphur: Apocalypse Minor by J.G. Clay






Tales of Blood and Sulphur:
Apocalypse Minor
Tales of Blood and Sulphur
Volume One
J.G. Clay

Genre: Horror

Publisher: Forsaken

Date of Publication: 24th July, 2015

ISBN: 978-1513701998
ASIN: 978-1513701998

Number of pages: 212
Word Count: 77,000 words approx.

Cover Artist: Ashley Ruggirello

Book Description:

Eleven Tales steeped in Blood and reeking of Sulphur

J.G Clay takes you on a journey through the voids of Reality and into dark places where demons, mutants and inter-dimensional creatures taunt, taint and corrupt Humanity. Survival is not guaranteed, sanity is not assured and death lurks in every corner. These are the Tales of Blood and Sulphur: Apocalypse Minor; eleven twisted tales of terror and mayhem..... There are cracks in the skin of Reality.

Some are microscopic, others are as wide as a four-lane motorway. As the fault lines increase and widen, the door to our world shines like a beacon in the darkness, a warm and inviting sight to others beyond our understanding. When They cross over into our realm, The Tales begin...... A gambler taking one last desperate throw of the dice. A struggling writer making an unholy alliance. An eternal being fighting to stay alive in the financial capital of India. A man burdened with a terrible town secret. The Law Enforcers who must never cry. The End of Days live and direct from the rural heartland of England.

The blood is warm, the sulphur is burning, the tales will be told, the Apocalypse Minor is imminent!


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Excerpt:

‘Above them, the azure of the sky was torn by a crack. It was difficult to accurately measure how large the hole was. The more the reporter concentrated on it, the more it seemed to shift and blur as if it knew that the men below were observing and measuring it. It seemed to flatten, then expand and then flatten again, growing wider with every expansion. Thin filaments of stuff poked through the hole, questing and searching the space around it before disappearing back.
It’s tasting the air. The thought startled him. It wasn’t alive whatever it was. Strange, certainly. Unexpected? Most definitely. But not alive. This was one for the scientists. He would make his report, get Murray to air it, and leave it with people far more qualified and clever than he. Reporting from the Twilight Zone wasn’t in his remit, at all.
As he watched, the crack opened up, wider this time.
Silence. It was total, suffocating.
Even the birds had stopped singing.
The hairs on J.D’s neck raised in stiff salute as the atmosphere became heavy with expectation.
He heard the men shuffling nervously behind him. His annoyance grew as tried to mask his own fear. It was time to take control of this situation. Wasn’t that what Quigley would do?
He turned, an angry look on his face.
“What the fuck’s the matter with—”
A low groaning stopped him dead. It boomed from the sky, echoing around them. Mac’s eyes widened, Mullen became pale. Earl raised a quizzical eyebrow but that was the extent of his response. He wasn’t an emotional sort. He was too stoned anyway.
The groaning sound continued for a moment before tailing off into an ear splitting keening. J.D. clapped his hands to his ears as the pitch became too intense to bear. It was no use. The sound seeped through his hands as if they were not there. Pain spiked behind his eyes. He screamed, sinking to his knees. The pitch became higher, rattling the filling in his molars. He felt a warm gush as the blood vessels in his nose let go. The world canted sideways, then became dark. He keeled over.

“Wake up, man, wake up.”
He groaned, pushing away the insistent hands that kept shoving and shaking him.
“No school today, mum. It’s a holiday.” He mumbled incoherently as hands dragged him up to a sitting position.
“J.D, shape up, man.”
Annoyed, the reporter lashed out groggily. A hand smashed his cheek, whipping his head to the side. Clarity returned to him, the slap stinging his face. He looked around. Sickening pain lanced his head, reaching a crescendo before subsiding into a low level buzz. His vision clearing, he noticed a peculiar tint to the daylight. The world looked greener than before.
Have I had a stroke or something?
He moved his legs and arms and looked up. Mac crouched in front of him, his face pale, almost beige. His lips and chin were coated with crimson, trails of blood leading from his nose. They all had nosebleeds, it seemed. Mac’s eyes were large, agitated and lined with red.
“Thank fuck you’re awake. Look man, we’ve gotta get the fuck out of here. That thing’s got even bigger.” His voice was panicky, the words tumbling out in a rush.
Irritated and groggy, J.D. pushed him away and struggled to his feet. His senses cleared and returned, but the green tint to the daylight remained. Mac spun him around, pointing back to the strange portal.
“Look at that. You can’t tell me that’s normal.”
J.D. looked up.
What the ever-living fuck is going on here? His mouth dropped open at the sight above them.
The crack had increased in size and become rounder, yet jagged. A rotten, emerald light spilled from the hole in the sky. He felt relieved. He wasn’t having a stroke. The relief evaporated. There were sounds coming from the hole, slithering squelching sounds. He gulped, turning to the others. Earl had his boom mike raised, headphones on, his face blank as he recorded. Mac looked terrified, as did the farmer. J.D. stepped up to him, his face within kissing distance. He jerked a thumb toward the hole.
“That noise! Is that what you heard last night?” Mullen merely nodded, his face ashen, his lips moving in a soundless incantation. The man was very close to losing his mind. The squelching became a fraction louder. The reporter considered his options. This was beyond the scope of any of them. Maybe it was better to let the authorities take care of it. Or maybe it was the biggest chance ever gifted to a struggling, disrespected, low-level reporter. The idea appealed. This could be the event that would propel him past his smug rival and his horrid boss.
 He looked over at Mac. “Have you called it in?”
Mac shook his head.
“Why not?”
The darker skinned man snorted in disbelief, gesturing at the green tear. “Have you fucking seen what’s going on? What’s the point of calling it in to Murray? I called the police.” Mac really must have been terrified. He had no love for the boys in blue.
“What did they say?”
The camera man shrugged. “That they were aware of the situation and that the army was on their way. People can see the light as far away as Leicester, Kettering, even Brum. When I told them about the other stuff, the guy on the phone said, and I quote, “what stuff?’”
J.D. turned this over in his mind. They were at the epicentre of this, able to see clearly what others at a distance could not. The footage shot would be pure gold.’





About the Author:

J.G Clay was born in Leamington Spa, Warwickshire on Halloween night, 1973. By sheer coincidence, it was the night of the full moon. The man was tailor made for the Horror Genre. A life-long horror and science fiction fan, he has written for his own amusement since his teenage years, taking time off to do the usual things that adolescent boys do and growing up disgracefully. Now in his forties, he has returned to his passion for the dark, the weird and the twisted. Tales of Blood and Sulphur is his first foray into the world of the Author but rest assured, there are plenty more stories to come. The man has a plan and he is out to scare the world, the solar system and beyond. Off duty, he has a passion for music, films and Birmingham City FC. He can also hold down a half decent bassline. J.G lives with his wife and step-daughter in Rothwell, Northamptonshire – the heart of the English countryside, an idyllic setting but a strange one to find a Nightmare Child of Halloween.




Friends to Lovers Guest Blog with Jessica Jayne






First, I’d like to thank you for hosting me and allowing me to guest blog today. Girl Code is a very special project for me for many reasons. It’s the first project I’ve done where I’ve collaborated with fellow authors/friends. Basically, we created four separate romance stories that intertwine because the heroines are all best friends. A lot of time and effort went into making sure the characters were consistent throughout each other’s stories. But my story is also based on one of my most favorite romance trends. In HOPE, Josephine and Talon start out as friends.

I love the friends-to-lovers storyline. Everyone loves friends-to-lovers stories!  We all like to watch two people that already know each other realize that their friendship is more.  Why is that?!? What is so intriguing about that situation!?!

I think it is because all of us have all had that person in our life!  We have had that person that we called a friend—that we trusted with our secrets and fears—that knew our good and bad sides—that made us laugh when nothing else could or held us when we cried—and then one day, that same person walked into a room and caused the butterflies to flutter in our stomach or desire to course through our body. 

How, and if, it blossoms is different for each friendship.  Sometimes the attraction is always there from the minute the two people meet and become friends but other aspects of life prevent the friendship from moving to more.  Sometimes the attraction isn’t immediately apparent but develops over time.  Sometimes the two people act on the attraction and end up in their happily ever after. Other times the relationship is an utter failure and it’s a struggle to even hang on to the remaining strands of the friendship.  And a lot of times, we don’t act on the attraction at all for whatever reasons and always wonder about what could have been!  But in some fashion, we have all had our version of Talon Manness from my story HOPE in the Girl Code anthology.  Yes… even me!

It is exciting to explore sex with someone who knows you—someone you trust with your life—someone you know respects and cherishes you because there is a solid friendship at stake.  All the sexual fumbles and mistakes are easier to handle when it’s someone that has already seen you at your worst and knows how remarkable you are at your best.  It can be incredible to know that you can explore some avenues you maybe never would because the person on that exploration with you already has your trust, so you can let go of some inhibitions and reservations.  And, of course, the basis of any good, real relationship is friendship—we all know that!  So that’s part of what made me want to write Josephine and Talon’s story. I hope you enjoy it.


Girl Code
Anthology of 4 stories:
HOPE, LIVE,
FAITH and PERSISTENCE
Jessica Jayne, Lea Brosen,
Cait Jarrod, DC Stone

Genre: erotic romance, contemporary romance,
romantic suspense

Date of Publication: July 31, 2015

ASIN: B00X602S8I

Word Count: Each story is between 35k-40k words

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Book Description:

Four best friends struggle with decisions that affect their lives, their hearts, and their futures. As sisters, they embrace the Girl Code.


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HOPE – Jessica Jayne

Josephine "Joey" Lockhart escapes her past, herself and her home town of Pearl, Ohio to Florida after high school. Years later, she meets a man that refuses to let her hide behind her camera lens and encourages her out of her shell. Will he be the one to push her to feel for the first time?


Excerpt Hope:
Deep in thought, he hadn’t noticed Joey inching her way toward the garage until it was too late. She stood in front of him holding the hose nozzle like she was about to shoot a pistol, with a shit-eating grin.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His helmet muffled his warning, but the cocked eyebrow indicated she’d heard him just fine.
“Or what?”
He flipped off his helmet and tossed it away from the ATV so the inevitable water fight didn’t ruin it. He turned off the four-wheeler and stashed the key in his pocket. “Do you really want to find out?”
“Maybe I do,” she sassed him, and he chuckled. He liked this playful, ballsy side of her. He’d had a glimpse of it a few times over the months, but she always tried to keep it in check. Today—however, she was balls to the wall.
“Then go for it. I dare you. I triple dog fucking dare you.” He stood with a foot on each platform straddling the ATV with his hands resting on the handlebars. She pushed the trigger. Hot water pelted him in the chest as the hose cleared the water that had been sitting in the line all day. Two seconds later, cold water showered him, hitting him in the face, the chest, and she even had the audacity to aim for his groin.
Hurdling over the ATV, his feet splashed in the mud created by her water escapade. Screaming, she dropped the hose and ran through his back yard. He followed. She had some speed. He’d give her that. All the running she did at the beach paid off, but he was faster.
In ten strides, he wrapped an arm around her middle. Her legs dangled in the air as he swung her around and walked her back to the garage area.
“Stop, Talon! Stop!” She kicked and wriggled attempting to escape, but he tightened his hold.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” Still holding her with one arm, he bent and swiped the hose off the ground.
“Talon Manness! You wouldn’t,” she shrieked.
“You don’t know me too well then, Sweetness.” He held the nozzle as far as his arm could stretch so as not to hurt her from the force of the water. Squeezing the trigger, he sprayed her hair until not a single strand remained dry, and brown rivulets streaked her face and arms from the mud. Then, he targeted her tank top, before releasing his hold on her and aiming the nozzle at her lower body. She dashed in the direction of a tree, but wasn’t quick enough to avoid getting the back of her pants drenched.
“Truce,” she yelled from behind the tree. She peeked around. Her hair hung in matted clumps. Black smudged under her eyes from her mascara. He snickered, and sprayed in her direction again. Her head ducked behind.
“Come on out, Joey. This hose can stretch pretty far. I don’t want to come out and get you, but I will.”
“I’m already soaking wet.” Her voice sounded shrill.
“Then getting wetter should be no big deal.”
“I can’t get any wetter. It’s a waste of your time.” She peeked around the other side of the tree, and he blasted her again. “Arrggh!”




About Jessica Jayne:

Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated with a bachelor's degree in English because she could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing.
In the journey of life, she obtained her law degree (and bar license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.





Twitter: @JessicaJayne13


LIVE – Lea Brosen

After seven years in drug hell, detoxing Juliette "Juls" Carrington returns to her hometown Pearl to attend her grandmother's burial. Once more rejected by her family, she has a swim in a pond nearby when a mysterious camper, an ex-drunk, coaxes her to come to his hut in the woods. Together they must fight their inner demons for a chance to love...and live.

About Lea Brosen

Lea Bronsen likes her reads fast, hot, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic contemporary romance.

FAITH – Cait Jarrod

Selena Bodine escaped into the United States Air Force to leave behind a painful past and the one man who she refused to let herself love. Years later, an urgent call from her father brings her back to Pearl, Ohio and face to face with the man she still loves. But will the secret that Cullen is investigating her threaten their second chance?

About Cait Jarrod:

From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one. Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with a great group of women—the WWC, and loves a good glass of wine.

PERSISTENCE – DC Stone

Laydi Michaels has been running away from her past and bad memories for years. Finding herself wasn’t an easy task, but she’s managed to finally get to a point to where she wants to be. Only to wake up married to her boss….who fired her the night before. Wrapped in a case that puts her life in danger, and dealing with a grave situation back home in Pearl, Laydi figures out she wasn’t close to finding herself, and now, she’s risked everything.

About DC Stone:

DC Stone has over sixteen years of investigative experience, including working as a criminal investigator in the United States military anda private investigator. Currently, she works as an internal affairs investigator by day and a romantic suspense author by night. She has herMaster’s degree in Criminal Justice and is dubbed, “The Investigative Whisper.” Commonly called upon to act as an expert witness, she also trains with local, state, and federal law enforcement officers. She provides numerous workshops that help authors gain insight into “digging” into a character’s mind to better understand motives, create suspense, and help maintain conflict.


When she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 Vice President and Conference Chair for NJRW. Find her on Facebook, Twitter, or her at www.authordcstone.com.


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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Happy Release Day! Instruction by L.M. Pruitt


Instruction
L.M. Pruitt

Publisher: SP Press

Publication Date: August 18, 2015

ASIN: B00ZYJU5OI

Genre: Erotica

Book Description:

Taylor Allerton's speakeasy is one of the hottest nightclubs in Manhattan. Young, rich, and beautiful, she can have any man she wants--and usually does.

Namir Adeem just became the youngest partner at one of the most prestigious accounting firms in Manhattan. His determination to bring honor to his family leaves no time for any relationship.

When Taylor discovers just how sheltered Namir is, she takes it upon herself to give him the education he deserves.

Some things can't be taught in school....


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About the Author:

L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice.  She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.








Monday, August 17, 2015

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Guest Blog with Stephanie Joyce Cole - Plus a Tantalizing Tidbits Excerpt



Where Did That Character Come From? by Stephanie Joyce Cole

            In the early days after my first novel COMPASS NORTH was published, I had lunch with a friend who frowned at me across the table and asked, “I loved the book, but I couldn’t figure it out—which of the characters is you?”

            The answer is none of them.  We fiction writers do draw inspiration from real life and our experiences, but it’s not that common for an author to plant herself squarely in her novel.  When we conjure up our characters, they may be infused with our values and our vision of the world, but they are rarely cookie-cutter images of ourselves.

            The truth is, for most writers, characters mysteriously emerge from the mist in our brains, and we often don’t know why or how.  In my novel COMPASS NORTH, my main character Meredith had just arrived in Homer, Alaska, and she was lingering in a small cafe, bewildered, wondering what to do next.  At that point in my writing of that story, I was also wondering what Meredith was going to do next…and then suddenly, Rita, a grouchy old woman holding a rustic cane, was huddled on a bench in the wind right outside the cafe.  The story tumbled forward from there.  Somewhere, Rita had been lurking, waiting for a chance to escape onto the written page.  

            I resurrected the story “Gardens” to appear in TANTALIZING TIDBITS from a set of stories I’d written some years ago.  I hadn’t looked at it in a long time.  I was surprised to realize that Anne, the main character in “Gardens,” bore a significant resemblance to Meredith, the main character is COMPASS NORTH.  Both Anne and Meredith are shy, timid women in marriages that haven’t turned out the way they’d hoped.  The parallels in the stories don’t extend much further, but as a beginning point of both story lines, I’d found a main character who desperately needed to wake up and assert herself.  

            I can’t tell you what in my personal history draws me to such characters.  I don’t think anyone would describe me as timid or shy.  These types of characters are harder to depict, too, because they are less dynamic and appealing than bolder heroines.  Initially, they can appear whiny and spineless, though I certainly hope Anne and Meredith don’t come across that way.  But oh, the possibility for growth and change, for awakening and discovery, when these characters start to break out of their shells!  We prod them forward, cheer them on, and delight in their victories as they stand up for themselves and move forward in the world. 

            We writers have to love our characters, and cherish their flaws and faults, or the characters won’t come alive.  The villains are the characters we love to hate, but we do love them, with all their meanness and nastiness, and despite the trouble they cause.  We have to torture our main characters, in spite of the fact that we love them, to give them the opportunity to rise above the challenges they face, and grow into the life they were meant to live.

            So where do characters come from?  I don’t think anyone really knows, but we just hope and pray they keep on coming.





Tantalizing Tidbits
Ceci Giltenan, Tarah Scott, Sue-Ellen Welfonder, Victoria Barbour, Natasha Blackthorne, Ria Cantrell, Stephanie Joyce Cole, Kimberly K. Comeau, Kathryn Lynn Davis, Ted Grosch, Brenda Margriet, Mary McCall, Kate Robbins, John Robin, HD Smith, KyAnn Waters, and Victoria Zak


Genres: Romance, Paranormal, Contemporary, Literary, Fantasy, Time Travel, Historical, Women’s Fiction, Highland Romance, Humor, Erotica

Publisher: Cridhe Works LLC

Date of Publication:  July 17, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-9909513-2-2
ASIN: B011YLKTWM

Number of pages: 411
Word Count: 163,205

Cover Artist: Zak James Design

Book Description:

A collection of short stories written by bestselling authors, representing an eclectic mix of styles and genres. In a word, this book is a smorgasbord; an opportunity to try a bit of everything.

In the spirit of the smorgasbord, the collection is presented as a menu and authors have shared recipes which accompany each story—some fitting, some funny, some simply old favorites.

Ranging from ultra-short but spine tingling, to meatier tales that are nearly novellas there is a little something for every appetite including comedy, tragedy, fantasy, werewolves, at least one ghost, life, death, and of course love.

Dig in. We hope you find at least one tidbit you enjoy.

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Appetizers

Savory fare for smaller appetites - short stories from a wide range of styles and genres.

The Motorcycle
by Tarah Scott
Paranormal fiction
3074 words

No man can ever fully master memory. But maybe, just maybe, he can learn to live with it. Even be glad for it. Even if that means reaching across space, time...and the grave.

Ida and the Nor’easter
Contemporary fiction
8014 words

Is there such a thing as a curse? With a storm looming on the horizon, 98-year-old Ida Walsh fears a repeat of the terrible events of her childhood. Will her indomitable wit and resilience be enough to save the day?

Gardens
Literary fiction
4225 words

Anne begins to question the rigid limitations of her new marriage as she spies on a mysterious neighbor.

One Who Waits
Epic Fantasy
6538 words
Contains moderate violence

Al'a will die at his father's hands, unless he can master a forbidden magic.
Al'a Solaris, born into the Sun Priesthood, only wanted to prove his worth to his father when he delved into forbidden magic. Now, he must die at his father's hands, to restore honor to his bloodline. But the blade his father wields is also his final hope -- if only Al’a can discover its secret and master the fire within.

The Hole
Literary fiction

Just exactly why is Bernie digging that hole?

The Spirit Bottle
Literary fiction

A bushman's duty is his legacy for the tribe.

The Summons
Paranormal romance
5477 words

Contains mildly explicit sexual scenes

A magical journey where love knows no boundaries, the Summons combines romantic and ethereal love in a mystical setting.


Main Courses

Hearty fare to satisfy larger literary appetites.

The Seventh Sister
Paranormal romance
12,439 words

A story of love, legend, and magic
Down-on-her-luck American artist Maggie Gleason returns to Ireland, hoping to put old hurts behind her. Instead, revisiting the fishing village that enchanted her twelve years before only reopens wounds – until the unexpected appearance of roguish pub owner Conall Flanagan proves that the Ancient Isle is a magical place where anything can happen and true love always stands the test of time.

Falling in Time
by Sue-Ellen Welfonder
Time travel romance/11,090 words

When love calls across the ages…

Aspiring writer Lindy Lovejoy knows all about happy endings. But when she travels to Scotland to research Celtic myth and lore, she never expected a chance to live her own storybook romance, until a stop at mystical Smoo Cave whisks her back in time and into the arms of Rogan MacGraith, a Highland hero who’d burn up the pages of the steamiest Scottish romance novel.

Clouds Across the Moon
Historical Women’s Fiction
17,151 words

In the 19th century Scottish Highlands, young Morna struggles with new motherhood, her child’s illness, and her inability to compete with her husband's idealized vision of her. Will she have faith in the magic of her dreams, and thus find the strength to save her child’s life--and her own--as she begins to recognize the truth and depth of the woman she really is?”

The Lady’s Portrait
Contemporary Romance
17,332 words

Contains mild to moderate sexually explicit scenes

When Gillian Beaton meets the captivating Ciaran MacLeod, she’s immediately attracted, but is she ready to trust again? Have her demons followed her to Scotland and can new love grow out of old heartbreak?

His Harlot
Historical Erotic Romance
23,018 words

*Contains extremely explicit sexual scenes that some readers may find offensive*

Late one night, in the midst of a summer’s hot spell, Thomas spies Rosalind in the woods, clad only in her shift, dancing in the moonlight. It’s really more than a man celibate for three years can bear. Thomas is in danger of falling into a sin so powerful it threatens to challenge everything he thinks he knows about himself and life…

Sneak Peek at Highland Legacy: King Arthur Strikes Back
Medieval Highland Romance
12,494 word

Michael wed Christina when he was nine and she was three, then promptly went about his life and tried to forget about her. Now the pair must unite to thwart the Beast, return the Power of God that was stolen by their ancestors, and save the world in an epic battle between the forces of good and evil.
*Please note, this is NOT a short story, it is an extended preview of Mary’s next novel, book III in her Sisters by Choice series due for release soon. It is a taste of things to come and while it does not end on a cliff-hanger, it is not a complete story.*


Desserts

Looking for something lighter or perhaps a happy ending? The stories in this section won’t disappoint you. They are shorter and mostly romantic, or funny, or both.

Onyx
Paranormal fiction
7099 words

Contains mild violence and a frustrating lack of S’mores

For those that like it short and sweet

Madison Monroe thinks she has everything in life figured out, until one ill-fated camping trip has her running for her life through the woods being chased by two wolves—both eager to claim her.

The Life She Had Before

Contemporary Romance
5429 words

A woman is torn between bitter revenge and the sweetness of a second chance.

Hi. My Name is Harold
Humor
3778 words

Is there light at the bottom of an empty peanut butter jar?

For Harold, giving up peanuts for medical reasons means the end of life's greatest pleasure…until his wife introduces him to all-natural peanut butter. But his addictive personality isn't satisfied with an occasional indulgence.

The Jewel of Grim Fortress
Paranormal historical romance
7105 words

Eradicating wayward supernaturals has its consequences.
The hereafter may be closer than Carson Kincaid thinks when he is charged to discover what ails Laird Maclean’s mind. Can Kincaid conquer his inner demons while battling the armies of evil?

Paisley Shaw, a powerful druid, has endured her share of hardened times starting the moment Laird Maclean stormed into her life. Now, she must find a way to stop him from taking her powers before it’s too late.

Beautiful Storm,
Erotic romance
7073 words
                                                                                                    
*Contains extremely explicit sexual scenes that some readers may find offensive*

Adrian Beck lost everything, including his passion for designing beautiful buildings, after 9/11.
Isabelle Clemet, of Clemet Hotels, is ready to rebuild after Katrina. She wants the Adrian.
Can an erotic late-night encounter on a secluded beach help a lonely architect rediscover his lost passion?

When a Rose Blooms,
Historical romance
4353 words

On the anniversary eve of his wife's death, Nathaniel kneels at her grave asking questions he fears were answered the night she died. Despite cold solitude, desire flares when he learns the woman who now haunts his dreams awaits him in the great hall. By morning’s light, she will meet him on the battlefield he has built around himself, and force him to choose between the living and the dead

Sorry for Your Trouble
Vignette
1913 words

Ceci shares poignant but sometimes funny memories of the first funeral she attended in Ireland.

The Personal Ad
Contemporary sweet romance
4211 words


Always the best friend and never the leading lady, will Nina find love when she answers a quirky, sweet personal ad?

Excerpt from Onyx ... available in the Short Story Anthology:
Tantalizing Tidbits

Madison

The wind and tree branches whipped past me as I ran through the moonlit forest. The skin of my arms was already sliced from the branches, but I couldn’t stop. The cry of the wolves pushed me forward. I kept my eyes open for anything that might block my path.
My heart was thundering in my chest. The adrenaline that coursed through me moved my legs faster—but to where I didn’t know. I prayed it was the road, or the river—wolves hated water, right?
My breathing was labored and the forest crowded around me like it didn’t want me to leave. I whipped my head around as I heard the cry of the second wolf. Their howls surrounded me—as if they were running toward me from opposite directions. I stumbled, catching myself before I could fall. I had to keep moving. I had to make it to the road or the river. God I hoped I was running in the right direction.
I should have never agreed to this ridiculous “adventure”. I hated the woods, something my boyfriend Jeff knew, but he insisted we go camping. I was bribed with the promise of s’mores and burnt hotdogs, and of course I got neither. I’d left for a walk after he got drunk and suggested we go all pagan and try sky-clad hide the sausage. He didn’t even try to stop me, and then I got lost in the dark woods alone, without cell service—and no s’mores.
Now I’m being chased by wolves. Un-fucking-believable.
I whipped past another bush with sharp branches, sure the howls were getting closer. I’d never make it to the road or the river at this pace. It wasn’t like I knew where either was located—I needed to hide. Breathing heavy, I slowed to a stop. I spotted a large cluster of rocks ahead to the right. Forcing my tired legs to move, I hurried toward the small mountain of stone. I had absolutely no experience climbing anything, but I wasn’t going to give up. The higher ground would protect me until help could arrive. At least, I assumed—hoped—when I hadn’t come back that meant Jeff had alerted the rangers. I just had to survive until they found me.
I cringed at the sharp cry of a baying wolf. Reaching the rocks, I took hold and started to climb. I cursed as I scraped my hands on the rough rocks. One palm felt wet with blood, but I didn’t stop. Both were bloody before my feet were a meter off the ground. My hand slipped, but my shaky legs held. I reached out again, this time securing my footing.
Fear shot through me and I stilled when the rustle of quick padding slowed behind me. A low growl pierced the night. I wanted to cry or scream in frustration—I wasn’t high enough to be safe. Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw the two wolves that had pursued me. If I wasn’t scared out of my mind and a hairsbreadth away from being eaten alive, I would have said they were beautiful. The moonlight shone bright off their glossy coats. The white wolf was so luminous it almost glowed. The black wolf’s coat was like liquid ink.
I was awed by their beauty, but holy hell were they big.
They growled at each other, snarling and baring their teeth, which was when I realized neither wolf was looking at me.
Okay, maybe they were just chasing each other? That was a stupid thought, they came from opposite directions.
I tried to ignore them. I heaved and pulled myself up another foot. I just had to reach the top, maybe then my cell phone would work. Damn wilderness technology vacuum. I cursed this trip again and Jeff for suggesting it. I almost slipped when I heard the far off bay of other wolves. Then all hell broke loose as the two wolves behind me started fighting each other.
Keep it together, Maddy. I tried not to panic, but when two extra-large wild animals are trying to kill each other at your feet, it’s really hard to think about anything else.
I struggled to hold myself up. My arms were shaking—from fear and exhaustion. I needed better leverage. I moved my left leg to a piece of rock that jutted out enough to create a foothold. I pushed up, but before I could grab the next handhold, the sliver of rock under my foot crumbled and I slipped. I cried out in pain as my ankle raked along the rock. Losing my grip, I fell back onto the ground with a thud.
The wolves, who’d been at each other’s throats seconds before, stopped fighting. Turning to me, they bared their teeth and snarled. I screamed, raising my hands to protect my head as both wolves lunged forward.

Continue reading Onyx & Madison’s story in Tantalizing Tidbits, where you’ll find plenty of other small bites, for those moments when you’re short on time, and need a quick read!