Monday, February 08, 2016

ARe Infamous- Chemistry by Sam Crescent

Sam Crescent

Genre: Contemporary, BBW, Erotic Romance

Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-58-6

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill

Book Description:

Will their romance survive when the cameras stop rolling?

Action film star Adam Feltworth’s last movie flopped big time, yet he’s offered one last chance to star in a romantic drama alongside the up-and-coming actress, Sara Leigh. Adam has never filmed sexy scenes with a full-figured woman, but he’s been warned—it’s this or retirement.

Throughout her career, Sarah has portrayed the fat, supportive best friend. With her breakout movie, Chemistry, she hopes to finally bring the pleasingly plump heroine into the mainstream spotlight. Knowing Adam’s history of preferring svelte beauties, she doesn’t want him for the part.

When Adam first holds Sarah during the screen test, a spark ignites that neither one expects. Now Adam’s problem is bigger than simply filming a hit movie to save his floundering career. He needs to prove to Sarah that she’s the only woman he desires…both on and off the screen.


Sarah’s lips were tingling, and the back of her head was hurting from several of the men grabbing her. The kiss was supposed to start out slow and build until it was like watching fire on the screen. Biting her lip, she stared down at the script that she knew word-for-word. Every job she went into, she always made sure that she knew what was expected of her, and this was no different.
            Tucking some hair behind her ear, she stood up from her chair and started to pace.
            Dean, her agent and the closest thing she had to a father, came up to her. “Hey, princess, how are you doing?”
            “I’m doing good. What’s next? Or are we done for today?” She kind of hoped they were done for the day. Her lips were hurting, and she didn’t know how many more guys she could handle sucking face with.
            This was her first ever breakout romance movie, and the studio was determined to pair her up with someone who she shared chemistry with. They believed in the script and that, with the right casting, the movie could be a success. At size sixteen, Sarah had been prepared to slim down, but Dean told her not to. The studio wanted to do something radical, and that meant casting a larger woman in the main role as the love interest.
            Sarah was used to having a lot of scathing reports about her weight. She’d struggled with it all of her life, but it didn’t stop her from being hired.
            “You’ve got one more guy this afternoon. He’ll be arriving in ten minutes, knowing the actor, make it half an hour.”
            “Who’s the guy?”
            “Adam Feltworth.”
            “The action guy?” Great, her day was getting worse with him being next in line to do a make out scene.
            “Rumor has it that he’s hoping to change his image, and he wants this role.”
            “I doubt that.” She heard he was difficult to work with, and now no one wanted anything to do with him. Sarah had watched many of his movies, and after the third one she’d grown bored. The same movie, the same storyline, and the same actions. Sarah grew bored, and she hadn’t watched an Adam Feltworth movie in over five years.
            “Look, they want you, Sarah. It doesn’t matter what Adam wants. He either abides by their rules, or he’s out.”
            Dean’s pep talk didn’t make her feel any better.
            Taking her seat once again, she glanced at her watch to see that Adam was in fact late. Ten minutes went by, and as she looked at the director, producer, writer, and several members from the studio paying for the movie to be made, she saw they were all angry.
            Half an hour later Adam walked into the room as if he owned the place. Sarah averted her gaze, not liking his attitude as he walked up to the director and producer. Flicking through the script, she listened to their conversation.
            “You’re late. We will not deal with tardiness. We’re on a deadline, you miss that deadline twice in a row, you’re out,” the director said.
            That surprised her, and when she looked up, she saw the surprise on Adam’s face. Niles, his agent, started making excuses.
            “I don’t care for excuses. The rules are the rules, and if you have a problem, take it up with the boss,” the director said, speaking up. Mitch wasn’t in a good mood.
            “I’ve never been forced to have time constraints,” Adam said.
            “You want in on my movie, you will.” Mitch moved toward her. “Now, this is Sarah Leigh, she’ll be playing the main love interest, Piper Salt. The scene we will be testing today is the first kiss. Take a seat, Adam.”
            Sarah forced herself to watch as Adam approached. He took a seat, and she was shocked by how childish he was being. At thirty-five years old, shouldn’t he be able to handle himself a lot better?
            “Your character is David, and you’ve just realized that you’ve fallen in love with the girl everyone overlooks. Now, are you familiar with the scene?” Mitch asked.
            “I’ve read over it, yes.”
            “Good. Let’s go in three, two, one.”
            Sarah had already placed her script down on the table, and she didn’t need to look at it. Smiling at Adam, who was in fact David, she chuckled. “What is your problem? It was one date, and it wasn’t exactly a good date.” She reached out to take her imaginary coffee cup and took a sip.
            Adam sighed, rubbing at his temple, and turning toward her. He leaned his elbows on the table, and lifted his gaze to hers. For once, she actually believed that Adam was staring at her. “You shouldn’t go out with guys that are coded or designed to be compatible. It’s a computer system. It’s not real.”
            “This is how we modern women do it, David. I can’t just go wandering into some bar and wait for it to happen. I’m not like you. How many women have you screwed in the last month? Twenty? Thirty? Did you do more than one a night?” She licked her lips and tilted her head to the side. Her cheeks started to flush like they always did when she spoke of screwing, and sex, and everything she didn’t have a clue about it. Twenty-five-years old, and still a virgin, it was pitiful.
            “You can’t find what you’re looking for online.”
            “And I can’t find it in a bar. I mean, look at me. I’m not the kind of girl that men look at.”
            She went to grab her cup, and Adam stopped her, placing his hand on top of hers. “I’m looking, Piper.”
            Giving a nervous chuckle, she shook her head. “You’re my best friend.”
            “I’m not looking at you like you’re my best friend. When I look at you, I see a woman I want, Piper, a woman I need.”
            He leaned in close, and Sarah couldn’t stop herself, she glanced down at his lips. “What are you doing?”
            “I’m going to do what I’ve been dreaming about for fucking years.” His lips pressed against hers, hesitant at first, and slowly, he deepened the kiss.
            Everything fell away, and Sarah completely forgot that she was supposed to be acting. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and instead of yanking on her hair, he cupped her cheek.


About the Author:

Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.

She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.

For more information on other books by Sam, visit her official website:

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Sarah’s Billionaire Doms by Angelique Voisen

Sarah’s Billionaire Doms
Angelique Voisen

Genre: Multiple Partner, Contemporary

Date of Publication: February 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-943576-62-3

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron­Hill

Book Description:

If they can solve the puzzle that is Sarah, she may double her pleasure.

Damon and Jared Bentley seem to have it all—wealth, standing, and ownership of an elite BDSM club. But since they lost the woman they loved, none of life’s pleasures have been as sweet. Until they meet Sarah.

Underneath her polite veneer, ink, and scars, Sarah Evans hides her pain and damaged soul. She strives to remain an enigma to the Bentleys for fear her secrets could destroy them. But the brothers know they’ve finally found the sub they’ve been longing for…and they won’t give up until they claim Sarah for their own.

Short Excerpt:

Damon Bentley checked his watch after he set a tall glass of beer in front of a customer. His brother and co-club owner, Jared, caught his eye from across the room. Jared shook his head in warning, but Damon had never really been the careful Bentley brother. He didn’t plan his next moves, or bother with a game plan.
Although he didn’t possess his brother’s polished looks or manners, Damon saw what he wanted. Took what he wanted. Period.
Right on cue, Sarah Evans walked into the club’s private lounge. Her tense leather-clad shoulders relaxed at the club’s familiar atmosphere. Her eyes looked less guarded compared to the rare moments Damon spotted her outside the club from the security feed in the parking lot.
A tempting smile settled on her generous lips—an open invitation to any top she wanted to play.
Young and jaded, damaged and mysterious, Sarah cast a pretty picture.
Entry into the Lance, the exclusive BDSM club owned and run by a group of self-made entrepreneurs and billionaires—including the Bentley brothers and two other friends and shareholders—was by invitation only.
Legally, Sarah checked out. She had references from Bobby and James, a couple and long-time patrons of Lance, but something felt off about Sarah the moment Damon and Jared first saw her. Those eyes looked far too haunted for her young body—jaded, wary, and watchful. Sarah reminded Damon of an animal that had been injured before and was reluctant to trust again.
Was Sarah Evans even her real name, or a pseudonym she used? If she had secrets, Damon had every intention of unearthing them over time.
Most of the tops who had done public scenes with her over the past weeks confirmed Damon’s suspicions. Her age made her practically a kid by community standards, but she was no virgin, not a wide-eyed sub new to the scene. Mere observation made it hard to narrow down what kind of play she favored.
The first time she came to the club, she let Bobby and James top her in a public, but for a low-key rigging scene. For her second visit, Sarah went with Mistress Jane, a Domme in Bobby and James’ circle, and took a number of hard implements in an intense scene most new subs wouldn’t do—her stamina impressive. An enigma with a hundred complicated layers Damon and Jared couldn’t wait to peel away.
“What will it be?” Damon asked, feigning indifference as she found a seat on the bar. On the way to him, Damon noted she had already politely refused two offers.
“The usual, please.”
“You got to give me more than that, sweetheart.”
This time, one dark eyebrow rose. Damon, in fact, knew her usual. She ordered the same thing over the past few weeks, or had tops pay for her drink. Damon had to admit Sarah knew how to play her cards. How to look at tops underneath lowered lashes, to appear vulnerable and desirable, and to speak softly, while occasionally biting down on her lower lip. A woman who knew the power of the illusion she cast. Whoever trained her, trained her well, but Damon saw right through the second skin she wore.
“Guinness, please.” Please.
Damon found himself intrigued by her manners. How at odds it was with her outside appearance—tight skinny jeans, boots, worn leather jacket, piercings, and ink.

Her attention moved elsewhere again, eyeing the other people in the lounge while she drummed her fingers on the counter. Bobby and James usually hovered protectively by Sarah, acting as backup, but tonight, Damon noticed Sarah came alone. Perfect.

About the Author:

Angelique Voisen is a bisexual, twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their cake.

For more information on other books by Angelique, visit her website:

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Friday, February 05, 2016

New Release: Haunting Desire by Roxanne Rhoads

LizBeth and Christien from Eternal Desire are back in Haunting Desire, 
Book Two in the Desire Series.

Haunting Desire
Desire Series
Book Two
Roxanne Rhoads

Genre: Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Bewitching Books

Release Date: February 5, 2016Book Description:

Welcome to the Inn of Amorous Apparitions where your every libidinous longing can be fulfilled by sensual spirits. 

LizBeth has been hired to use her ghost whispering skills on the specters at the Castle Inn, but instead of banishing the seductive spooks Barbara, the Inn Keeper, wants them to "come out and play" with her special guests. 

The Castle Inn is set to become the destination for the ghost sex fetish crowd. But first Lizbeth has to convince the voluptuous visions that it is alright to participate in spectrophilia fun with the guests. 

LizBeth has a special talent for seeing and communicating with ghosts but these enchanting ethereals are not cooperating with her, or her vampire boyfriend, Christien. Something odd is fueling the raunchy wraiths and they have to discover the power source or risk leaving a customer unsatisfied. 

But there's more to this haunting than the average ghost. Will Lizbeth and Christien be able uncover the mystery of this sexy haunted mansion?

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Halloween in New Orleans, where anything can happen including love and magick.

Eternal Desire
Desire Series
Book One
Roxanne Rhoads

Publisher: Bewitching Books  

Release Date: April 14, 2015 (2 edition)


About the Book:

Paranormal researcher Liz Beth's dreams are haunted by a sensual vampire.

She arrives in New Orleans the week of Halloween in search of her elusive dream lover, but instead finds a handsome stranger.

They begin a passionate affair. Soon she is torn between dreams and reality, lost somewhere in the middle trying to regain reason.

She aches to find the vampire of her dreams but can't seem to break free of the spell her sexy stranger has her tangled in.

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Thursday, February 04, 2016

The Crow Box by Nikki Rae

The Crow Box
The Shadow and Ink Series
Book One
Nikki Rae

Genre: New Adult Dark Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: January 15, 2016


Number of pages: Around 100
Word Count: 55, 323

Cover Artist: Nikki Rae

Book Description:

The small wooden box is dirty, the size of a human fist, and sealed with wax. When Corbin takes it upon herself to clean it and break the seal, a voice she has tried to ignore gathers strength. Shadows play on the walls at night, and with a family history of mental illness, Corbin fears the worst. But the voice tells her it is real. That its name is Six and it will prove it in time.

Drawn to this mysterious entity, Corbin isn't sure what to believe and the line between reality and her imagination blurs more every day.

Some doors should not be opened; can this one be closed?

A tap on the window. Something that was too much like a tree branch to really draw any attention. Then it got louder. I shoved the pillow over my head, sinking its weight into the cool fabric and throwing the covers over my head for extra good measure. I almost forgot where I was until I felt the rough fabric of the blanket that wasn’t mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t care enough to exert the amount of energy it took. Instead, I rolled over, sinking deeper into the darkness surrounding me.
I knew somehow that I had slept through all the daily activities, through group therapy and arts and crafts and TV hour. I knew it was past lights out and I found myself not caring that it would all be monitored. I could stay in this room, in this bed forever. Somewhere between sleeping and waking, between my body and muddy, thick mind, I heard the voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but it was a gentle, almost cooing sound, like one a mother would use on a child who had woken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. But they were down the hall and too far away to offer me anything.
The blanket shifted and I couldn't see because my eyes were closed; the blankets and pillow still covered my head. A moment of quiet, then the mattress dipped in next to me, in front of me. My heart pounded in my head, my throat. A second later, the pillow slid from my head, but I couldn't tell if it was my own doing. My head was too heavy; my thoughts were too clogged to get one solitary explanation through.
Hush now, the voice whispered. It was right next to my ear, right next to me. I'll show you.
Yes. Show me. Show me how to be insane. Show me how to be just like my mother. I kept my eyes completely closed.
Corbin, said the voice. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the sound of my name in its tone. I liked how it hit me deep. It was the sound of sand being blown by the sea on a windy day. It was the feeling of fingers in your hair as you fell asleep, tangled limbs after a closely spent night. Softness and hardness of an intimate touch, one that couldn’t have possibly been delivered by anyone or anything else.
“Yes?” I hadn't realized I said the word out loud until my hot breath was bouncing back at me against the covers. I was afraid my roommate would hear, but her heavy snoring reassured me.
So you are with me, it whispered. Each word caressed my face, sent warm shivers through my skin and into the bone.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but I couldn't think of anything; I doubted I would even be able to get the words past my teeth.
Hushhhhhh, said the voice. I felt something slightly cold, yet not completely solid against my waist. It wasn't enough to make me shiver. It wasn't anything that woke me further from the drugs. My shirt slipped upward, past my belly button before it stopped.
I inhaled sharply and turned over onto my back, convinced that I was half-dreaming and if I switched positions, the dream would change just as easily.
A few moments of silence. A few moments of the tapping on the glass, the rustle of the wind outside as the rain pelted the roof. It lulled me back into comfort, back into darkness.
My little crow, crooned the voice. Again, right in my ear, right in front of my face. It made the blackness behind my eyelids shake, sprout leaves and take root. My precious petal.
I was almost unaware of the sheet moving off of me, the blankets shifting until I heard them rumple into a careless pile on the floor. My face became warm, the smell of damp dirt in my nostrils, the sound of static electricity zipping through my brain, setting off synapses to synapses.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. But my voice sounded so far away, like I was standing on top of a very high tower and trying to make my words heard to people down below.
I felt my hair being moved from my forehead, then a small, sweet amount of pressure applied there. Kissing you, my love.
I liked the gesture. It overrode any logic, any sense of self I could bring forth from the darkness.
“Why do you only kiss me at night?” I whispered.
Another small peck, warm and then cool against my cheek. I am strongest at this hour. The words slithered around my skin, crawled to the back of my skull like some creature that had suddenly sprouted legs. And you are most open to me.
“Open?” I asked, my head swimming with medication, my eyes glued shut, my body heavy with sleep that had yet to come.
I felt the slight breath of an amused, silent laugh. Yessssss, the voice whispered. Open, my crow.

I opened my eyes, but I was only met with darkness. I knew that it was all in my head as the dim room spun around me, but I didn't care. I didn't want to think about it or what it meant. It was easier to pretend. If I was the only one who knew, I was the only one who knew the truth. I couldn't be losing my mind if I was so in control of it.

About the Author:

Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary, romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.

Twitter: @NikkiRaexX

Instagram: @NikkiRaexx

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Cover and Book Trailer Reveal for Half Life by Paul H.B. Shin

Half Life
Paul H.B. Shin

Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing, LLC 

Genre: Thriller   

Release Date: September 6, 2016

About the Book:

The year is 1997. North Korea is suffering from a devastating famine that has shaken the foundation of the ruling class. A series of high-profile defections to the West has lead the reclusive country's leadership into the grasp of paranoia.

Nuclear scientist Han Chol-Soo is on a tenuous diplomatic mission to the United States. There he is forced to embark upon a high-stakes pursuit after his wife disappears with their newborn son. Paralyzed with fear at the repercussions of her decision, Han turns to his colleague Park Jun-Young for help -- a man that he suspects is an intelligence operative. He soon regrets his decision as Park cuts a swath of mayhem in the name of helping Han, and the chase forces Han to confront the harsh realities of his home country.

Half Life Reviews

“Half Life is a terrific novel. Right from the start you'll be drawn into many dark worlds—politics, espionage, and North Korea—and it will keep you on the edge of your seat right until the last page. Paul H.B. Shin’s authenticity and style cannot be missed.” –Dale Brown, New York Times bestselling author of Starfire (William Morrow)

“A gripping, taut espionage thriller, Half Life is enriched by the love story at its core and the refusal to give simple answers. I loved it.” –Robert Ferrigno, bestselling & award-winning author of Heart of the Assassin (Scribner)

“Paul H. B. Shin wraps an engaging tale of espionage and intrigue around a failed marriage in his new international thriller, Half Life. With sure-footed prose and vivid characterization, Shin takes readers inside the paranoid claustrophobia of North Korea’s political world, where even high-ranking diplomats live in constant fear. With North Korea's nuclear arms program as a backdrop, the eminently believable and thoughtful plot will have readers wondering if they're looking at tomorrow's news. A well-wrought debut.”

–Jim DeFelice, #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of American Sniper (William Morrow)

About the Author:

Paul H.B. Shin’s debut novel follows a career as an award-winning journalist for more than 20 years, most recently for ABC News. He previously wrote for the New York Daily News. He was born in South Korea and lived in London during his childhood. He now lives in Brooklyn, New York.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Now Available: Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours by Roxanne Rhoads

Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours
Quick Tips for Authors Guide
Roxanne Rhoads

Book Description:

Are you considering a virtual book tour?

Not sure where to start or exactly what an online tour will entail?

Roxanne Rhoads, book publicist and owner of Bewitching Book Tours, shares her virtual tour expertise in this Quick Tips for Authors Guide.

Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours will guide you in utilizing the best marketing tool available- a virtual book tour, which can create online exposure for your book, jumpstart your book sales, help build your author brand, and expand your network.

In this guide you’ll learn:
·       what you should do before a tour
·       the components of  a great author website
·       the best social media outlets for authors to utilize
·       tips for building your author brand
·       how to write great guest blogs
·       what to expect from an online book tour
·       the secrets of successful book tours
·       how to schedule your own virtual book tour

And you’ll receive in-depth details about what to do during a virtual book tour to guarantee success.

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About the Author:

Roxanne Rhoads has been working in the world of online book promotion since 2005. She has worked as a freelance writer, author, book reviewer, book blogger, editor, self-publisher and book publicist. She has a unique advantage of knowing how multiple sides of book publishing and promotion operate.

Roxanne understands how book bloggers work and what they want to make their jobs easier while also understanding that authors need promotion to be streamlined, easy, and less time consuming.

Roxanne shares some of her knowledge in her latest release, Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Interview- Near The Wild by Maureen Willett

Do you write in different genres?

All of my books fall within the paranormal genre, but the settings are much different. One is set in modern Hawaii, one is set in World War II, and Near The Wild is set in 1880 Kansas.

How did you come up with the title for your latest book?

Near The Wild came to me while writing it, as all my titles do. This novel is about a young woman coming of age, while just beyond her reach or awareness lies a wild magic that follows her. Characters in the novel walk a line between lawlessness and civility, as many did in the Old West. They are pioneers trying to make a society out in the middle of the wilderness, pretending all is as it should be, when just beyond the town is a savage land and people. Near The Wild, though, also refers to the men in her life and how far she’ll go to keep them.

Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?

Titles reveal themselves to me while I’m writing the piece, just as all my characters do. I never quite know what the end will look like when I start writing a novel, so I don’t title my books until it’s time.

Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?

Very much based on a combination of my mother’s and father’s ancestors and their experiences immigrating to America. Even the sod house where the MacKeighrys live in Kansas is based on a house my grandfather grew up in.  I had the fortune to see it many years ago while visiting my Dad’s family farm before it was destroyed.

Some of the characters are fantasy, such as the fae who follows the family from Ireland to Kansas. Oddly, the MacKeighry’s practice of making tables, or objects, rise off the ground is based in fact. We did it as kids with my aunts quite often at family holiday gatherings.  It was a fun family game we all played together. Only as an adult did I realize it was unusual.

What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?

I’m working on my next novel, The Edge, which is about a woman in modern Los Angeles who can see people’s past lives just by touching them. It’s a story about redemption. She damned her soul in her last life, which ironically she can’t completely see because what she did was too abhorrent to be remembered.  Now, she’s trying to save herself by helping the man she wronged in the previous life.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Excerpt from The Edge:

After my bath and hours of lying in bed with the covers pulled over my head, I put on my favorite pair of worn blue jeans and a T-shirt.  My bare feet made a squeaking sound on the hardwood floors as I walked the length of the hallway to the kitchen.  I threw away my unfinished vanilla latte and then took my time pouring a glass of Montelena chardonnay, enjoying the anticipation of tasting the clear, golden treasure.  I’d missed drinking one poison so had to replace it with another.   
It was an unseasonably balmy Southern California night, so the thought of going up to the studio and possibly painting seemed appealing.  I would throw open the lead-lined cathedral windows and let some of that Los Angeles smog in to inspire my artistic nature, I thought with a smile as I climbed the back staircase.  I rented the attic of the building to use as a studio, so I was the only one with a key.  It was basically a large, empty room with a cement floor, naked brick walls, and floor to ceiling windows that had a somewhat gothic design to them. It was a dark shadowy place at night, but during the day, the natural light from the tall windows complemented my abstract meanderings around the canvas.
I entered the room, pulled the string to the lamp by my easel, and set down my glass.  I froze, unable to turn, feeling his presence.
“Are you all right?” he asked in his low voice.  “I came as soon as I felt your distress.”
I took a deep breath to gain composure and turned around.  He was the same as always.  Of course, he was.   I took in all of him.  His black suit blended into the darkness of the room, but his hair and skin almost radiated light.  I didn’t want to blink for fear he’d disappear.  His beauty overwhelmed me.  “Am I forgiven then?”
“You know that’s not up to me,” he answered with a bit of sadness.
“No,” I said with a shake of my head.  “I meant for our last argument.  Have you forgiven me for that?”
“Of course.”  He took a step toward me.
“Then why have you been away so long?”
“I do have other things that catch my attention, other than you,” he said with half a smile.  He took another step closer.  “Other responsibilities.”
He looked serene, but that was a lie.  His eyes told a different story.  “Please answer my question.  Are you all right?”
“Yes, of course I am,” I said with a sigh.  “I just had a moment of stupidity today.  I forgot what I am and let down my guard.  For a moment I was happy, truly happy, and felt normal, just like anyone else.  But then someone accidently touched my hand in the cafe, and it all faded.  And well, you know, what happens.  But I’m fine now.”
He reached out and lightly put his fingers on my hair.  I held my breath and looked up into his eyes.  I longed to run my fingers through his intoxicating blond waves, but I didn’t dare.  That familiarity had not been my privilege for quite some time.  The sensation of his hand on my head sent sparks through my veins.  
“I like your short, dark hair,” he said with a soft smile.  “It suits you.”
“Not too boyish?”
“No,” he said in whisper.  “You could never look boyish.”
I closed my eyes.  His fingers moved to my cheek, and I sighed.  My knees became weak to the point I was afraid I’d fall at his feet.  I’d let him do whatever he wanted.  I hoped he wouldn’t stop.  It was a curse for both of us, and probably the reason he’d stayed away so long. 
He stepped back and took his hand away.  “You’ve met him, haven’t you?”  He toyed with the paintbrush on my color palette, keeping his eyes averted.
I didn’t answer at first. 
“Yes,” I said after a moment.
“And is he everything we anticipated?”
“Yes.  Perhaps more.” 
“And so it begins,” he said, glancing over at me.    

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Time. The time needed to do my stories and characters justice is a challenge. I also have my own business, so my day job keeps me quite busy. I get resentful when I don’t have enough time in the day, or week, to write.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Just sit at your computer, or paper and pad, and write, as much and whenever you can. Every successful author says it, but it’s really true. If you don’t write, you can’t be a writer.

Near The Wild
Maureen Willett

Genre: paranormal romance/historical fantasy

Publisher: independent

Date of Publication: June 27, 2015

ISBN: 9781524209926

Number of pages: 229
Word Count: 82,500

Book Description:

Cowboys and leprechauns both occupy Maeve MacKeighry's world in 1870, and she must decide which will win her heart. Leprechauns are feared, even in Ireland, but that doesn't prevent Maeve from striking up a friendship with one who lives near her village. But once Maeve becomes a young woman, the local villagers start to gossip, especially since the MacKeighrys are known to practice magic in their home. It's just for entertainment, but the town folk don't see it that way. Rather than be outcasts, the MacKeighrys set off to America to homestead in Kansas, vowing to leave their magical ways and friends behind. Little do they know that Maeve's friend follows and protects them on their journey.

The MacKeighrys encounter many adventures along the way to Kansas, only to find a simple sod house on their new farm at the end of the journey. The untamed land offers a fresh start for the family, as well as two very interesting men who both compete for Maeve’s attention. Pretty young women in a wild western town are a rarity. But can she forget her magical friend, and turn her attention to two of the most interesting men she has ever met? Perhaps cowboys and outlaws have a certain charm that a leprechaun doesn't, after all.

Most of the novel takes place in Kansas in 1870 and is based on the author’s family history. The idea of the MacKeighry’s sod house came from the home of Willett’s great grandfather. She was lucky enough to visit it as a teenager before the house was destroyed. One of the characters, Nikki Fuerst, is based on an ancestor, a prince from Austria who was disinherited for marrying a commoner and sent off to America. Stories Willett has been told her entire life about her family’s history and traditions, such as levitating tables, are included in Near The Wild.


  When I awoke, I felt much more alert.  The room was alight with sunshine streaming through the windows, and my body felt restless and stiff.  I tried to sit up, but strong arms prevented it.  I looked up into passionate eyes and thick lashes.
“Not yet,” he said as he gently pushed me back into the layers of pillows behind me.  “You’re still too weak to get out of bed.”
“How do you know?” 
He laughed.   “Your usual obstinate temperament seems to be returning, so perhaps you are on the mend.”  He sat down on the bed next to me, which made him much too close for my comfort. 
“Mr. Fuerst, I must insist that you let me get up and go home.”
He laughed again.  “Since you are not qualified for medical diagnosis, I’ll take the word of Dr. Martin over you.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, wondering when we had become so familiar, but then I had to look toward the window.  It was too alarming to look at his face this close, especially his luscious mouth, which was curved into a much-too-enticing smile.  He gracefully stood and leaned against one of the bed posts, probably sensing my discomfort.  This proved to be even more devastating to the hatred of him I tried to cling to in my heart.
To see his tall, lean but broad-shouldered frame decorated in such fine silk and linen was a sight to behold.  Even without a proper cloth tied around his neck or a jacket, he devastated.  And then he had the audacity to push his shirt sleeves up around his elbows, revealing muscular arms and flawless skin.  He ran one hand through his thick, black hair and then let it rest against his lips.  Lucky hand!  All I could think about was the feel of those lips.  Where had my coveted hatred gone?
“Who is this Finn to you?”
I sucked in my breath.  “How do you know about Finn?”
“You called for him while you were delirious.”  His face lightened.  “You called my name, as well.”
“I did?”  I couldn’t imagine wanting him while I was sick.  And then I wondered if I’d called for Jaycee, too.  “Did I ask for any other?”
“Are there others?” he asked with a surprised look.
“Well, no!  There’s no one, really.”  I couldn’t help but be a little flustered.
“Ahh, the boy is the one you care about.  Or is it Finn?”  His voice was now insistent, and his eyes darkened.
Unfortunately, his fingers were still pressed to his generous lower lip, distracting me from any rational thought.  My eyes had a will of their own, focusing on where his fingers touched.  Then, I looked into his eyes, knowing I’d been caught staring at him with desire.  The smile that came to his face assured me of it, so I diverted my eyes, while my cheeks grew hot.
“I’m waiting for an answer,” he said in a quiet yet commanding tone.
How anyone could resist it, I couldn’t figure.
What would he think of me if I told the truth about Finn?  I swallowed hard, deciding to put Mr. Fuerst to the test.  “Of course I care about Finn.  He has been my friend since I was a child, for as long as I can remember, actually.  He’s followed me here from Ireland, but he no longer will speak to me.  My family doesn’t approve.”
His dark brows went together in curiosity, and he tilted his head a little.
I took another deep breath, not meeting his eyes.  “Not everyone can see him, so I doubt that you have.  Finn can appear to be about any age he wants, but actually time doesn’t exist for him.  He isn’t a physical being, but more of a sprite, of sorts.  Many of them live in the forests in Ireland, and sometimes they get attached to humans.  Finn is attached to me, but he’s being very stubborn and staying away from me.  You see, my family was quite ostracized in our village for our propensity to attract the sidhe, among other things.  The church in Ireland doesn’t much care for that kind of thing, so Ma and Da moved us all here to lead more regular lives.  So if I called to Finn while I was feverish, that’s who it was.”  It all sounded so ludicrous, but it was the truth.  If I had wanted to scare Mr. Fuerst away, certainly I had now accomplished my goal.  I looked up to his face with caution.  It was unreadable.
“Interesting perspective,” he said more to himself.  He looked away for a moment.
I wondered what he must be thinking of me, perhaps that I’m insane.
“You’re in love with Finn, then, correct?” he asked when he turned back around.  His eyes searched my face for the answer.  There was an odd hope in his eyes, as if he wanted me to affirm my affection for Finn.
“No,” I said after a moment, mostly to gauge his reaction.
“You aren’t?” he asked, clearly disappointed.
This line of questioning had taken a very curious turn.  “He was everything to me my entire life, but since moving here, I’ve realized that my mother and father are right.  I’ve recently discovered human beings can be quite interesting, too, so Finn no longer holds the allure for me that he once did.”  I couldn’t help but sigh a bit.  “But I’ll always care about him, and believe he is protecting me.”  I stole a look at Mr. Fuerst’s face.  His eyes were dark and unreadable.  “I’m somewhat non-conventional in my beliefs.”  I said this more as a warning than anything else.
He took an involuntary step forward and then stopped himself.  He stood looking down at me, as if he were deciding his next move.  “So am I,” he softly said.

About the Author:

Maureen Willett is a writer of fiction that pushes the boundaries of established genres.  Her stories mostly come from her own family legends that have been passed down through generations, but then she tops them off with a twist of faery dust and angel wings. 

But at the core of each story are great characters in very human conflicts that anyone will find compelling.  Each novel is crafted as an experience that will take readers beyond their day-to-day lives, incorporating themes of time travel, reincarnation, and magic.   

She lives in Hawaii and finds its ethereal beauty a source of inspiration for her writing.  She is a former journalist, public relations professional, and media marketing specialist.  Writing fiction has been her passion since grade school.

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