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Try This New Cocktail: Loving A Vampire. #MixedDrinks #WickedFantasies #FantasyDiary

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There’s a new drink being added to the menu at club O POS. It’s called Loving A Vampire.

Ingredients:
Vodka
Sweet and sour mix
Cranberry juice
Multi-flavored ice cubes (ex – frozen cubes of orange juice and grape juice for color.)
Cherries

So, of course I had to make it myself and give it a taste test. It passed!

 

 

Read this excerpt from Wicked Fantasies to see why these ingredients are so important to this drink?

“By the way, I have an idea for a new drink.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.”

“It’s called, Loving A Vampire. I figure if you can have a drink called, Sex On The Beach, you can have one called, Loving A Vampire.”

“I love the name. What goes in it?”

“I was thinking vodka. Mostly because everyone who has come to the bar has ordered something with vodka in it. Plus, vodka sneaks up on you. It has bite, like my vampire. Which leads to the next ingredient. A splash of cranberry juice. Can you guess why?”

“For blood?”

“Yep. Add a little sweet and sour mix. Because vamps can be deadly when needed, but sweet when they’re with their mates.”

“I’m feeling this so far.”

“And, I figured we could add multiflavored ice cubes to the drink. To add more color.”

“What do they represent?”

“When you have sex with a vampire, it’ll send you to cloud nine, high above the rainbows.”

Jackson burst out laughing.

“There’s one more ingredient.”

“What’s that?”

“Cherries.”

Jackson licked his lips. “What do they represent?”

“You know,” she whispered.

He touched her thigh. “Ms. Wet?”

“Yep. Vampires seem to love eating the cherry.”

“This vampire definitely loves eating your cherry.”

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It’s finally here!

Wicked Fantasies is now available. Are you ready for book 3 of the Fantasy Diary series? This is an action-packed novel featuring demons, witches, gargoyles and other amazing creatures from the lore. Oh, and did I mention the HOT sexy scenes? Don’t believe me, try it for yourself. And guess what? For now, this novel is only 0.99 cents.

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One look was all it took.

Their eyes met and at that moment, she knew she’d have to kill him.
He’s Jackson Nolan, a playboy demon. She’s Tinsley Dubois, a demon-killing witch. Killing him should be easy. Problem is, there’s a chance he might be her mate. And every time he stares at her, she has an insane urge to show him that she can be just as wicked as he is.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t have time for that. The world is falling apart around her. To save it, she has to do what she was created to do: kill Jackson and his brothers. But, when allies become enemies, Tinsley realizes that Jackson may be the only one she can depend on.

He’s never wanted a mate.
And though he’s found his, his feelings hadn’t changed. He doesn’t want Tinsley as his life partner. But, he’d gladly accept her as his mistress. Underneath him, she won’t be able to kill him and his brothers like she’s prophesied to do. Underneath him, she won’t be able to lead her squad of dark angels to his doorstep.
Underneath him, she won’t be able to utter curses that could destroy him and his inner beast. However, when he finds her all alone, bruised and battered, having her under him is the last thing on his mind. He wants to protect her, avenge her. He wants to destroy those who seek to hurt his witch. Even if it means destroying those he once called friends.

Finding a mate hadn’t been his plan. Now that he’s found her, he’s not letting her go.
Problem is, how does he convince a demon-killing witch, that he’s a demon worth loving?

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“I want to be left alone, Jackson.”
“Not entirely true. What you want, is me and my brothers’ dead.”
“True,” she whispered.
That stung. More than he was willing to admit.
“Which is why I can never leave you alone, witch. I have to keep my eyes on you. My brothers’ safety depends on it.” Plus, he liked looking at her.
“Can we please call a truce for tonight?”
“Yeah right. Why? So, you can teleport out of here?”
“I don’t teleport. I portal jump. And right now, I’m too weak to do that.”
She can’t run from us. That should make me happy. It doesn’t. Our witch is weak. Vulnerable to the angels.
“Fuck,” Jackson mumbled under his breath.
“Must you curse so much?”
“Must you curse so little?” He countered before sighing. “This portal jumping shit you do, it’s linked to your health?”
“Sort of. When I’m weak, my magic is weak.”
She’s like us. If we don’t feed soon, we’ll grow weak. We’ll become a danger to everyone around us. Including our witch.
His beast was right. He needed to feed. Soon. And feeding on his mate was out of the question. She was still pissed at him for the last time he’d bit her.
Not our fault. Her scent had… overwhelmed us.
“No excuses. We fucked up. Lost control. Never again.”
“If I let you shower and rest, for this night only, I require something in return.”
“I am so not having sex with you,” she glared over her shoulder at him.
Damn, he loved her eyes.
You mean ass?
“No demon, I mean eyes.”
Oh. Yeah. Her eyes are nice.
“If you’re asking for sex in exchange for a night of rest, the answer is no, demon.”
“I didn’t ask you for sex witch, this time. But, I’m ready whenever you are. Right now, all I’m asking is that you let me look at you.”
“You’re already doing that.”
“I want to see all of you.”
“Uh, I’m butt ass naked, demon.”
I love it when she curses.
“Me too.”
“Turn around, Tinsley. Face me. Let me look at you. Then I’ll leave. And you’ll be safe from me for twenty-four hours.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Twenty-four whole hours? Not just for tonight?”
Jackson nodded. After following her all over the states for weeks, he already knew how her mind worked. Currently, she was thinking about how far away she could get from him in twenty-four hours.
He didn’t let his grin show. No matter where she went, as long as she had the backpack, he’d be able to find her. Easily. He’d hoped to get better acquainted with her tonight. And by that, he meant, he’d hoped to put his dick in her tonight. He would have to wait a bit longer.
“All I have to do is turn around?” She asked shyly.
That shy shit turns me on.
“Since when?”
Since her.
“Turn around witch. I promise not to touch.”
With a long drawn out breath, she finally turned around.
“Put your hands down.”
Inhaling deeply, she dropped her hands before exhaling slowly. Jackson stepped forward. She retreated further.
“You said no touching.”
“Not touching, witch,” he growled.
“Your eyes have turned black.”
“We won’t touch.”
“When you say we, you mean you and the monster inside of you?”
Tell her I’m no monster.
“You kind of are.”
Fuck. Tell her I’m not that bad of a monster.
“Yes,” he told her. “Me and my monster.”
Stop scaring her.
“How does it feel having a monster inside of you?” She asked.
A devilish grin crept across his face. “You’ll find out soon.”
She shook her head. “Can you be serious for a second?”
“I cannot. Now be quiet, while I stare at you.”
“Rude.”
“Sometimes.” His eyes roamed over her flesh. Every wet inch that he could see.
Need to see more.
“Agreed.”
The water, that was now lukewarm, fell over his clothed body as he knelt down in the tub.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Looking. Put your foot on my shoulder.”
She laughed. The sound was a mixture of shock and hysteria. “No. Nope. Hell no. Get up.”
“Do you want twenty-four hours of peace or not?”
“You suck.”
“Not tonight.”
“Ugh. Let’s get this over with.” She placed her foot on his shoulder.
His hands twitched. Both he and his beast was struggling to keep their hands to themselves. Her body was curvy as hell. She was attractive in her clothes, which was often times loose fitting.
Naked, she was a work of art. Jackson’s gaze trailed from her sculpted legs up to her hips that flared out. Her stomach was flat and her breasts were plump and beautiful with their brown nipples that was slowly hardening under his gaze.
“What happened to your chest?” he growled.
She stared down, hand going to the scars on her chest. “It was an accident.”
“That don’t look like an accident. Did the angels do that to you?”
“No. It was… my pet.”
“You’ve got a pet?”
“I do. Maybe you’ll get to meet him one day.”
“Maybe you should stay away from him. Why haven’t you healed? You’re a witch.”
“I’m weak, which is why I need to rest.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you done staring?” Her voice was raspy.
“No. Does your chest hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.”
The thought of her in pain didn’t sit well with him. If he could destroy this pet of hers, he would. He had a feeling she wouldn’t like that. His gaze travelled up to her slender neck. He wanted to bite her.
He’d only had one taste of her, but that had been enough to hook him. He often dreamed about drinking her blood as he fucked her. In his dreams, she didn’t call him a Brother Of Calamity. She called him by his name. She screamed it, all night long.
Hungry, his demon snarled.
Jackson ignored him. There was one more spot he wanted to stare at. A spot he’d purposely skipped over in his initial perusal.
“Open your legs… just a little.”
She hesitated.
“Twenty-four hours of peace is almost yours,” he reminded her.
She obeyed, eyes going to the ceiling. “Hurry up. It’s getting cold.”

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#BeautifulVillains presents: Anna Black from the Chloe Daniel’s Mysteries series by Deidra D.S. Green.

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October belongs to the villains. All October, I’ve been sharing books that feature amazing villains. You know who I’m talking about – the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night who we love to hate. Or hate to love. Maybe both.

The next villain I’m showing love to is Anna Black from the Chloe Daniel’s Mysteries by author Deidra D.S. Green. First of all, let me say that I absolutely love this series and I LOVE Anna Black.

In my opinion, she’s one of those misunderstood villains. Like Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad or Regina as the evil queen from Once Upon A Time. You have to read the series to form your own opinion. Everyone say hello to Ms. Anna Black!

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Hush little baby, don’t say a word…

For years, Anna Black was the only child and the apple of her parents’ eyes. When baby sister, Angel, comes along, Anna’s life is quickly turned upside down. Anna will stop at nothing to win back her parents’ affection. When her tactics lose their efficacy, Anna’s desperate cries for help morph into something more sinister. Can anyone stop this angel of mercy? Find out in Sick, Sicker, Sickest… A Chloe Daniels Mystery

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Anna Black is an exceptional villain because she’s complex and simple all at the same time. Anna desperately wants the attention of her parents, simple, right? But the way she goes about trying to gain their attention is what complicates matters.

Anna is brilliant, I mean she is incredibly intelligent; however, people assume because of what she does that she isn’t all that bright. Anna proves over and over again that it takes a great deal of smarts to be an effective serial killer; although Anna regards herself as an Angel of Mercy.

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Baby Jane reminded Anna Black of Angel, her little sister.  Baby Jane didn’t stand a real chance at having a decent life, Anna thought to herself as she filled the syringe without measuring.  The teen mom, young, dumb, and immature, didn’t even realize she was pregnant (or that’s what she tried to tell anyone who would listen) until it was too late. 

Anna didn’t see the mother beforehand, but the buzz around the nurses’ station was that the girl didn’t gain a lot of weight with the pregnancy.  Her parents must have been stupid, too, Anna thought to herself as she found just the right spot behind the baby’s ear for the deadly injection. Who doesn’t know they’re pregnant, no matter how young they are? 

The girl is said to have had the baby at home sitting on the toilet.  She supposedly panicked and didn’t grab the little girl out of the shitty, bloody toilet water until it was almost too late.  The new grandmother heard commotion coming from the bathroom and fished the baby out of the toilet.  By the time they got the baby and the mom to the hospital, the baby had suffered brain damage. 

They weren’t sure if she would ever be right again. I’m doing her a favor, Anna mused as she pushed the piercing needle deep into the baby’s pink flesh.  The baby didn’t even cry, completely unaware of the assault of insulin about to take over her little body. First to die off completely would be her brain, then her main organs would start to shut down—her liver, lungs and finally her heart would fail to beat ever again. 

It was late at night in the nursery and Anna was one of only three nurses on rotation in the infant ward.  After recapping and placing the poison-filled needle back in the pocket of her nursing smock, Anna rubbed the baby’s back lovingly and began to hum and then sing her favorite lullaby.

Hush little baby, don’t say a word… Anna continued to hum as she went along.
The life supporting machines blared over Anna’s broken melody, alerting to the crisis the baby was beginning to experience.  Anna, being the savior that she was, ran to the alert button and slammed against it, signifying there was a problem in her unit.  Making her way to the entrance of her unit which spilled out into the main corridor of the infant ward, Anna went into full blown rescue mode.

“Help! Help! She’s Coding!”  Anna yelled into the hall for anyone in ear shot.  Doctors and medical personnel responded immediately, pouring into the unit and moving as quickly as possible to the aid of Baby Jane.  Anna stood back and let the madness unfold in front of her.  She hoped she had given Baby Jane enough to take her out of her misery.

If not, the baby would be worse off than when Anna started.  Besides, she was fucked up anyway.  Either way, Anna would be seen as the hero.  She was the one who found the baby in a compromised position.  She was the one who alerted staff to the medical crisis.  No matter what others did to try and save the baby’s life, Anna would be the one the parents would remember as the first to respond.

Anna moved closer to the action.  She had to.  She was a nurse and charged with the responsibility of aiding the sick.  Anna had taken the Hippocratic Oath just like the rest of the team working diligently to save little Baby Jane’s mediocre life.  Hands were moving swiftly—orders were being given from the lead doctor. 

They were almost frantic as the machines continued to blare the disaster that was happening right in front of their eyes. They had no idea that this disaster was man-made.  Anna had to hold back a smile as she saw just how much energy she created in such a short period of time. After a few moments of non-stop medical mayhem, the machines that indicated how well or how poorly the patient was doing started to utter sounds closer to normal. 

The height of the crisis was over, but Baby Jane was not out of the woods yet.  She would have to be moved to the neonatal intensive care unit where they would try and see if they could undo the things that had been done to her—the things they didn’t know had been done to her.

Baby Jane had a chance at survival if they found out about the oversaturation of insulin that had been so violently injected into her poor defenseless body.  If they got to her in time she would live, and her life would continue to be a waste. If they didn’t, Baby Jane would go to be with the angels.

The next step in the process was really what Anna lived for.  She lived for the thank you’s she got from her fellow medical practitioners for getting to the baby just in the nick of time.  Anna lived for the moment when the parents would be told what happened and who helped save their baby. 

Even if Baby Jane didn’t make it, for her parents, Anna would live in infamy as their hero—the one who got their first. Anna didn’t go with Baby Jane to intensive care.  That was not her job. She had done what she intended to do.  The rest of what happened would be left to others. Besides, there were more precious little babies for her to give her special kind of attention to.

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#BeautifulVillains presents: Cinderella And The Wolf Prince by Siren Allen #IRromance

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October belongs to the villains. All October, I’ll be sharing books that feature amazing villains. You know who I’m talking about – the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night who we love to hate. Or hate to love. Maybe both.

The next villain I’m showing love to is one of my own. She’s an evil step mother, a wicked witch, and the owner of a brothel. Say hello to Katherine Dupont from, Cinderella And The Wolf Prince.

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Lady Katherine met and fell in love with Cinderella’s father, soon after Cinderella’s mother passed away. Though Cindi was open to allowing her step mother into her life, her step mother wasn’t open to raising a child who wasn’t her own.

After Cindi’s father died, Katherine began treating Cindi like a servant, forcing her to clean up after Katherine and her two spoiled daughters. Katherine’s hatred for Cinderella runs deep and when Cindi finally finds a shot at true love, Katherine is there to sabotage it. Enjoy this excerpt from Cinderella And The Wolf Prince.

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“Dear stepdaughter, it seems you’ve gone and found yourself a new job.”

“What are you talking about?” Cindi stared from Katherine to her daughters. What were they up to now?

“You look surprised?”

“No, I look confused. What’s going on?”

Katherine ignored her question. “I had that same look on my face this morning, when the royal family’s carriage stopped in front of my establishment.”

Oh no. What did Wulf do?

“Usually the royal family members show up at night,” Katherine told her. “Today, they made it their mission to show up early and hunt me down.”

Cinderella chuckled at the word hunt. Lady Katherine was so over-dramatic.

“You find this funny?” Katherine asked her.

“You said they hunted you down. I think that’s a little dramatic.”

Katherine placed her hands on the desk. “I was in the bath when they arrived. One of them, forced himself into my establishment and ignored my ladies when they told him to wait for me in my upstairs office. He demanded they tell him where I was. When they did, he stalked me down. If it wasn’t for the shower curtain over my tub, he would’ve seen all of my glory.”

He wouldn’t have been the first. Even so, that didn’t make what he did right.

“I’m sorry Katherine.”

“I don’t want your apology. I want an explanation.”

“I don’t know what made him do that.”

“How do you know which royal did it?”

Busted. “I don’t.”

“You do. Stop lying. There’s too much lying going on around here. Did you know that this royal, showed up here a couple of nights ago and bedded not one, but two of my ladies?”

Actually, just one. “No, I didn’t. Well, yes, I knew he bedded one of them.”

“And how do you know this?”

“Because apparently the lady he bedded went missing and he’s looking for her. He hired me to help him find her.”

“How will you help him when you work full time here?”

“I told him I would help him on my days off.”

“And how did he take that?”

Cindi shrugged. “He agreed.”

“He lied. He showed up here, bright and early, to let me know that you would no longer be working for me.”

Broomsticks. “Katherine, I swear that was not my agreement with him.”

“He’s not one to be reasoned with. Do you know who he is? Who he really is?”

“I do.”

“I didn’t. Not at first. I hate being surprised. It gives me wrinkles. And all the potions in the world don’t permanently get rid of wrinkles.”

***I hope you enjoyed this peek into Katherine and Cindi’s relationship.***

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THE PRINCE
Wulf St. Jamison is a cursed prince who’s finally found his princess. Or, at least, he thought he had. After spending one night in his masked female’s arms, he awakes to find her missing from his bed and from his life. No one seems to know who she is or where she came from. Was she real or just a creature his broken mind conjured up?

HIS PRINCESS
Cinderella Dupont only has two more months of servitude before she’s free to claim her inheritance and leave her hateful stepfamily behind. After playing the role of obedient daughter for so long, she craves one night of pleasure. She finds that in the arms of a handsome stranger, only to find out later that he’s the prince.

When he shows up at her door, she assumes he’s figured out that she’s the female behind the mask. That’s not the case. He’s there to hire her, the most powerful tracker witch in the land, to help him find his mate.

THE HUNT
Unable to say no to the prince, she pretends to help him search for the female he claims he’s unable to let go. Working by his side, day after day, she finds herself falling for him and toying with the idea of telling him who she really is.

As dark forces descend upon them, will he forgive her for her deception? Or will her stepmother’s vile declarations turn him against her forever?

Especially since everything her stepmother says about her is true.

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#BeautifulVillains presents: For Sparrow by Pandora Spocks.

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October belongs to the villains. All October, I’ll be sharing books that feature amazing villains. You know who I’m talking about – the bad guys/girls/creatures of the night who we love to hate. Or hate to love. Maybe both.

First up is For Sparrow by Pandora Spocks. For Sparrow releases October 3rd. Preorder it today at the special preorder price of .99 pennies. A deal so good… it’s scary. Enjoy this peek into the book.

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When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated. He’s the only man she’s ever loved. Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years. Now she’s lost her friend, her lover… and her Dominant.

But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet.

Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend. But it’s a damn odd arrangement— a platonic Dom/sub relationship. With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her. At her husband’s funeral.

A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking. But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.

Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi. She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies. In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive. But that’s simply ridiculous. He’s five years younger than she is. He couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Could he?

Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom. It’s perfect for the time being. Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?

And could it all end at the hands of a madman?

FOR SPARROW is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme. It’s the third book in the Dream Dominant Collection.

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The Villain—Gary Wayne Gentry

Gary Wayne Gentry is a nondescript little man with dreams of being someone important. He’s the guy who’s always on the outside, looking in.

He yearns to do a job that requires a uniform, but he was unceremoniously drummed out of the army for attacking a fellow recruit. And after they see the results of his personality inventory, he can’t land a job with either the police or fire department.

Tired of not being noticed, he embarks on a violent cross-country tour, targeting first responders along the way. He’ll show them.

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Gary Wayne Gentry stood watching as firefighters fought to extinguish the blaze in Parson’s Hardware on the main street of Baker City, Oregon. He was merely one in a crowd of lookie-loos that had gathered on the opposite side of the street, a guy so nondescript that no one would ever remark on the short, balding man with a slight paunch. No one would even notice him. Which used to bother Gary.

Used to. But he’d learned that being unnoticeable could be an asset.
He watched as the supervisor barked out orders to the firefighters on the ground. Hoses were deployed, plans were followed. Soon enough, thick black smoke turned white. Which meant the fire was out, there were merely a few hot spots that merited attention.

He knew this because Gary had always wanted to be a firefighter. Or a cop. Or a soldier. Some damn thing with a uniform. He’d actually been in the Army for a short time. Until he’d been involved in an altercation with a fellow recruit. It hadn’t been his fault. Gary Wayne Gentry didn’t take shit off of anybody. The cry baby had had his jaw wired shut for a few weeks, and everybody lost their mother-effing minds. To keep the bureaucratic wheels running smoothly, they’ve given him a General discharge, and Gary was adrift once again.

He’d tried the police and the firefighters, and gotten damn close, too. It was always when they saw the results of his personality inventory that they said, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Watching the Baker City FD roll up their hoses and gather their other equipment, Gary snorted. Always so GD superior, like their shit don’t stink. Probably effing volunteer, sum’bitches.

He had a uniform, mind you. Like that was hard to get. There was a uniform store on every corner in America. Sometimes he’d dress up and go to a bar. It was usually enough to get a few free drinks. Gary would spin some yarn about the fires he’d put out, and the people he’d saved. That only lasted so long before people got tired of listening.

Firefighters probably got a lot of pu**y, too. Only so far, the fake uniform hadn’t yielded much of that. And the problem with small towns was, although he was reasonably anonymous, people would notice a man with a gun. That much he was positive about. A crowd that small, someone would definitely notice if he tried to pick off a firefighter or two.

Which was a pain in the ass, because that was the whole point of starting the fire anyway. What, did you think Gary Wayne Gentry was just a firebug, one of those pathetic bastards who got their rocks off watching fire? Please. The fire was simply a means to an end.

He used to listen to scanners and try to show up at fires and car accidents and such. But who has time for that, really? When you set the fire, you know exactly when and where they’re going to show up, it’s not rocket science.

Anyway, clearly, Baker City, Oregon was way too small for him to be able to indulge in his favorite sport. But then, you live and you learn, don’t you? He’d worked his way up the west coast with a moderate degree of success. Los Angeles and San Francisco had been goldmines for his little pastime. So crowded, so full of crazies.

When the odd firefighter here or there, and one cop, he was proud to say, ended up shot at emergency calls, the authorities always blamed gang violence or some such nonsense. Sometimes he wondered if he should be offended, gangs getting the credit for his work. But he wasn’t ready to stop, so the better for him if he remained unnoticed.

If someone, his mother for instance, bothered to ask him, “Gary, why do you do these things?” he knew exactly what he’d say. Because they think they’re better than me, that’s why. Because they think I’m not good enough, that’s why. G.D. mother-effers. I’m smarter than all of them.

As the last of the onlookers left the scene, Gary decided that remaining unseen was the best plan, so he mosied on back to his beige Chevy Impala and drove away slowly. There was one thing he was sure of. He sure as shit couldn’t go any further west. He laughed, imagining himself driving into the Pacific Ocean. So, east it was.

Heading off into the dark night, he considered his choice of hobbies. It was unorthodox, maybe. But it wasn’t his fault, not really. His name was Gary Wayne Gentry. Seriously, his mother should have known better.

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Book Spotlight: Sleep Sweetly by Angel Mystique #FairyTales #NewRelease #ParanormalRomance

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I love fairy tales. I love them even more when they’re a little twisted. So when I received an invite to be part of the F’d Up Fairy Tales collection and retell one of my favorite stories, I jumped on it. Today, I’m spotlighting one of the books from that collection, Sleep Sweetly. The author will share some info about the book with us and she even brought the characters along so they can chat with us. Enjoy!

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Who is your favorite fairy tale villain and why?

I love to hate Cinderella’s evil stepmother. She seemed almost untouchable, until the end. I think that’s why I loathe her so much. She had everyone (even her CAT!) under her rule and control. That’s POWER, and that’s why she’s my favorite villain.

What fairy tale is your new release a F’d Up version of and why did you choose that fairy tale to rewrite?

My Fairy Tale is a retelling of Sleeping Beauty. I choose Sleeping Beauty to be ‘F’d Up’ because it was always one of my favorite classics as a child.

What makes your fairy tale different from the original?

Oh, goodness. Let’s see… What *isn’t* different? LOL. The setting. The gender swapping. Everything makes it different from the original. I hope readers enjoy it! I really do!

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What does love mean to you?

JEROME: Protection.
RILEY: Sacrifice.

What do you love most about your partner?

JEROME: She’s so… caring. I hope that comes through in our story. She cares about me, and that means the world to me.
RILEY: He’s bold and out there… I love that about him.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

JEROME: I guess you could say I do. Did. Whatever.
RILEY: Lust. Yeah. Love? Nope. But don’t tell Rome that, though.

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Once upon a time…”

Riley Sinclair wakes up in the same place every night- not in a bed, refreshed. No. She awakes in the woods -alone- as the sun peeks through an opening in them. To make matters worse, her ex-boyfriend who was murdered (or was he?) keeps haunting her dreams, trying to commune with her.
Putting her best foot forward, taking the steps to move on, Riley is struggling. For every time she closes her eyes, Jerome is there.
When your curse is to be without the one you love, you do everything in your power to reverse it, right?
In dreams, he waits for her, hoping that she’ll see the truth and sleep sweetly.

 
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She sighed. It had been a year since the moment she found herself waking up in this part of the woods. A deep cove of nothing but trees and moss, hidden away from the rest of the wild, crazy forest. It offered her comfort, or at least that was how she felt the first few times.
Now, she needed answers.
She needed for him to set her free. Instantly.
Because the sleepless nights, or the times when she would wake up in cold sweats, weren’t cutting it anymore.
People around her thought she was crazy. She kept her head down, conversations short (apart from conversing with Jamie). She was open to him, now that Jerome had died. More open, really.
And as Riley closed her eyes, listening to the still, quiet of the forest, she felt him. Felt Jerome standing behind her.
“I’m right here, Rome. What do you want, babe? What do you want from me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as she opened her eyes a moment later.
Turning around, her eyes met pitch black. More darkness everywhere she looked. For miles, there was nothing but the darkness of night, yielding more time without Jerome speaking to her.
But she felt him.
She.
Felt.
Him.
“Jerome?” she called out to him again, her voice rising in pitch. Her entire body bent over, pressed toward the ground until she was laying with her right cheek to the Earth; her knees touching her chest. She whispered his name over and over… Until she swore she could hear his heart beating. Until she succumbed to the exhaustion of crying, accompanied by the heaviness behind her eyelids.
She wasn’t afraid to close her eyes and dream.

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Angel Mystique has been writing stories ever since she was eight years old. A passionate writer, she pens stories of drama, erotic dramas, and focuses on love stories and romances in any genre. When she’s not typing up her latest WIP, she can be found catching up on shows that she loves. Greenleaf, Scandal, and The Bachelor Franchise (and so many other authors and TV shows) all are attributing factors to why she writes what she writes.
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Just A Little Guy Talk Between A Soldier And His Ship. #SFRB #SciFi #SuccubusNights

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I’m sharing a snippet from my novel, Claimed By The Succubus. Are you ready for a little guy talk between a soldier and his ship? (It gets lonely in space.) Enjoy!

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~The Half-Breed~

She is Izeria’Ahzul, the long-lost daughter of my king. She was raised away from our people and knows nothing of her heritage. Our kind are a myth to her. She doesn’t believe we exist and there’s no way she’ll believe she’s one of us.

~The Beast~

I am Shun’Uhl, the soldier ordered to return her to my king’s side so she can marry a royal and produce an heir to save our people. To get her to trust me, I shed my beastly form and take on the form of someone she knows. I choose unwisely. The form I’ve selected is a male she despises.

~The Forbidden~

The more time I spend with her, the more she comes to like me. And though I’ve tried to resist, I find myself falling for her also. Her feelings for me will change once she learns of my deception and sees how I really look. Part of me wants to complete my mission and return her to her father. Another part of me wants to remain in this form forever and spend my life with Izeria.

I have a choice to make: be honest with the female I love and risk losing her or lie to her for the rest of our lives. Unfortunately, the choice is made for me when we come under attack and I have to release my beast to protect her.

Now she has to make a choice: Me and my beast or a kingdom?

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When we arrive in her room, I place her on the bed. I stand in front of her while she takes her medicine and washes it down with a swig of soda. I can tell it’s her first time experiencing the beverage from the look of awe and delight on her face. She places the cup on the nightstand next to her before staring up at me.

“There are bubbles tingling on my tongue.” She sticks her tongue out to show me.

I shove my hands into my pockets. I will not touch her. “What made you sick?”

“I ate too much. I mean, like way too much.”

“I figured.”

“It was all so good. I couldn’t resist.”

“Moderation is key.”

“I know. I’m never eating again.”

“I say I’m never going to drink again every time I have a hangover. As soon as the hangover is over, I’m back to drinking.”

“Do you do that a lot, drink spirits?”

“No. Only when celebrating.”

“Good. I’ve seen alcoholics. Drinking too much can ruin your life and your body.”

“I agree.”

Silence fills the room. I’m okay with just standing here, staring down at her. I force myself to back away. “I’ll leave so you can clean up and get some rest.”

She nods. I hesitate briefly before turning to leave the room.

“Jacob?”

I stop and glance over my shoulder at her.

She pushes her hair behind her ear before speaking. “Thank you, for helping me.”

Guilt creeps over me like a chill in the air. I’m not who she thinks I am and I’m definitely not helping her. I don’t deserve a thank you. “You’re welcome.”

“And thank you for not laughing at me or yelling at me for being stupid.”

“You’re not stupid and I would never yell at you. You’re on an adventure. You’re supposed to make mistakes. We learn from them and then move on.”

She chuckles. “I have learned my lesson, trust me. Thanks again for being there for me.”

“I’ll always be there for you.” Why did I say that? I won’t always be there. Soon, she’ll be married off to a royal she’s never met. I won’t have further contact with her. She smiles but says nothing. I need to get out of here, away from her, to clear my head. “Get some rest,” I tell her and leave the room. Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it and stare up at the ceiling.

“You’re failing at keeping your distance from the princess,” Blue tells me.

I’m thankful that Blue can speak to me on the hall speakers and not be heard by Izeria on the speakers in her bedroom. Still, I don’t know much about her kind. Her hearing could be just as good as mine.

“We have a guest, Blue. You have to talk to me through my ear piece.” I push away from the door and walk back toward the flight deck. When Blue speaks again, he uses my ear piece to voice his opinion. He always has an opinion.

“There was an extreme increase in heat coming from you when you were holding the princess.”

“I’m hot natured. It’s in my genes.”

“Did you have to hold her so closely to your body, captain?”

No. “Would you rather I’d left her to be sick alone?”

“No.”

“Okay then.”

“This will end badly. Captain, you are being dishonest with her. You are not who she thinks you are. You look like someone she knows, that is why she is being familiar with you. When she learns of your deceit, she will feel betrayed. If you allow her to care for you on an intimate level, she will feel worse than betrayed.”

“What feeling is worse than betrayal?”

“She’ll feel destroyed.”

Destroyed? Yeah, that does sound worse. When I reach the flight deck, I fall into my seat and stare out the port hole. I know what Blue’s saying is true. If Izeria comes to care for me, she will feel destroyed when she finds out that I’m not helping her, instead, I’m kidnapping her. I have no choice. The king has ordered this. I have to obey.

“Should I ignore her the rest of the voyage?” I say aloud.

“You should keep a friendly distance.”

A friendly distance?

Speak to her only when I have to. Don’t allow my beast to sniff her or be too close to her. Avoid sharing meals with her.

A friendly distance. I can do that. I will do that. Time to return my focus to the mission and away from the female resting a few doors away from me.

“Blue, when was the last time you did a perimeter scan?”

“Ten minutes ago. Would you like for me to pull up the report?”

“Yes.”

Leaning back in my chair, I stare at the screen in front of me, waiting for the perimeter scan to come up. When it does, I lean forward and watch the slide show. The perimeter is clear. There are no threats lurking in the shadows.

“We are all clear,” Blue reports. “There are no cloaked ships hiding in the shadows.”

“Good. ETA?”

“We are on solar day one of our forty solar days’ journey.”

On schedule. Forty solar days. Ten weeks. Two and a half months. It will feel like forever alone on this ship with Izeria. It will take all my willpower to keep my beast in check, hell, to keep myself in check for that long.

I try to resist asking… I can’t. “Update on Izeria. Is she okay?” I ask my ship’s AI, who acts more like a father than a computer.

“You were just with her, captain. You saw for yourself that she is recovering nicely from her upset stomach. This inquiry makes me believe you are going to have a hard time keeping a friendly distance.”

“I just want to make sure she’s comfortable. She’s the king’s daughter. I have to be hospitable.”

“True, captain. Our princess is well. She has taken advantage of the sanitation mist and is now resting in bed.”

“Is she asleep?”

“No, captain, she does not slumber yet.”

I place my elbows on the console and stare out into space. I wonder what she’s doing right now. She needs to feel better soon. I don’t like her being sick. It makes me uneasy. If Blue says she’s fine, she’s fine. I imagine her all alone in her large bed. Mine is larger. She’d be more comfortable there. I can already imagine her there, her wild hair fanned out on my pillow.

“Are you okay, captain? Your heart rate has increased.”

Clearing my throat, I say, “I’m fine, Blue.”

I will not go to her.
I will not go to her.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
I will not go to her.
My inner beast laughs. He knows the truth. There’s no way we’re going to be able to keep our distance.
We don’t want to.

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