Happy Halloween! Will you be nice or naughty tonight?

Our friend Sasha is planning on being a naughty girl this Halloween. Let's check in with her and see what she is up to, shall we?





“Where the hell is it?” Sasha groaned as she flung t-shirts, pants, and shoes behind her. They flew out of the closet, landing in a heap on the bedroom floor. “Angela, have you seen my costume?” 
“Yeah.” Angela called from the next bedroom. “I think I saw it lying on the couch, downstairs.” 
Sasha poked her head out of the closet, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Well, what the hell is it doing down there?”
“I don’t know. Just hurry up, Sash. Remember, we still need to check in at the hotel. The party starts in a few hours, and I wanna get there before all the hot guys are taken.”
Sasha groaned inwardly and rushed out of the closet, almost tripping over the fresh pile of clothes as she made for the stairs. Looking over the banister, she spotted the costume in the living room, lying across the arm of their maroon leather couch. Boose, her long-haired, black and white cat, had perched herself on top of the white chiffon dress. 
“Boose! No! Get off of that.” 
The cat stood up, arched her back, and began wheezing and gagging. 
Sasha thundered down the carpeted steps, but was already too late. She cringed as the cat vomited a disgusting gray hairball. It made a sickening wet plop as it hit the pristine white fabric. 
“No!” she wailed.
Boose pawed at the fresh glob of regurgitated fur, as if trying to cover it up, her sharp claws ripping small holes into the gauzy fabric. 
“Now you’ve done it,” Sasha shrieked, tearing down the last few steps. “Freaking little bulimic kitty! Go on, get away from that.” She waved her arms wildly, shooing the cat away. 
Boose looked up with wide green eyes and gave Sasha an annoyed mew before jumping down onto the ground. 
“What’s going on down there?” Angela called from the upstairs landing. 
“It’s ruined!” Sasha cried, throwing her arm ups in the air in defeat. “My dress. My beautiful costume… it’s wrecked.” 
“Boose again? You need to take that cat to the vet. She’s been puking on everything lately. Oh, and by the way, you still owe me for the shoes she ruined.”
“Yeah, I know.” Sasha’s shoulders slumped. She groaned and bent to pick up the soiled dress, her Aphrodite costume for the party. “Now what am I going to wear?”
Boose snaked in between Sasha’s legs. Her fluffy bottle-brush tail swayed in the air behind her. 
“Look what you did.” She showed the cat the mess she had made, as if the cat could understand that she had just destroyed her owner’s evening.
Boose mewed, arched her back, and rubbed against Sasha’s leg. She purred and flopped on the ground, then rolled over to show her belly. 
“Yeah, I get it… you’re sorry. But sorry doesn’t buy me a new dress for the party.”
Angela poked her head over the banister. “Quit whining down there.”
“Well, I can’t go now. I have nothing to wear.” Sasha looked up with desperation but couldn’t see past Angela’s mop of tight-spiraled ginger curls. They had swung forward like a cloak, concealing her friend’s face.  
“Come on. I’m sure I’ve got something you can use. We’ll just have to improvise.” Angela turned away, disappearing from view.
Great. Hand-me-down, makeshift costume, here I come. “Be right up.”
Sasha stalked back up the stairs, carrying her soiled gown in a wrinkled ball, and walked into Angela’s cave-like room. Angela wasn’t the best housekeeper. Declaring her room a disaster area would have been an understatement. The place looked like it had been hit by a tornado; clothes, purses, and accessories were strewn about haphazardly. The only semblance of order was her closet, which she had neatly stacked to the ceiling with boxes of shoes. Angela loved shoes. She was a collector, and not just high-priced stilettos either. She collected everything: boots, sandals, tennis shoes, and flip-flops. No shoe was too cheap or expensive. They all belonged in her collection. They were her treasures. 
Sasha shook her head, watching as Angela rummaged through a pile of clothes as high as her four-drawer oak dresser. “You know, maybe this is a sign that I shouldn’t go tonight.”
“Bullshit! You’re going to have the time of your life.” Angela tossed clothes behind her as she searched feverishly for one particular item. “Ah ha!” She pulled out a black corset. “I have the perfect idea.” Angela flung the corset on top of her bed, then waded through a sea of clothes to another large pile near her window. “What do you think of leather?”
Sasha sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m not doing the biker thing.”
“No. Not a biker. This is Halloween. You need something that fits the mood of the evening—dark and scary and dangerous, right? How about a sexy vampire hunter?”
“Vampire hunter? Seriously? Why not just a vampire?” Sasha smiled at the thought. She secretly liked the idea of playing vampire. They were, after all, her favorite creatures of the night, mystical and sexy. She’d often considered taking a trip to the famous House of Immortal Pleasures in Pahrump to meet some real ones, but she always chickened out at the last moment.
“We don’t have time to get you any fangs, silly. Now, where did I put those leather pants? Hmm…” Angela tapped her fingers on her chin and wrinkled her brow in thought and then rummaged though more piles of clothes.
“Great,” Sasha groaned. “I go from being Goddess of Love to Warrior Princess.” Sasha sighed as she picked through a pile of clothing. She had so much wanted to go to the party as Aphrodite. The white chiffon would have looked so nice under the black lights; it would have given her an ethereal glow. She had chosen it specifically to draw some attention to herself, maybe even land her a Greek god of her own to enjoy the night with. Now, as some generic Halloween-type character, Sasha feared she would just blend into the crowd. 
Spotting a shiny pant leg peeking out from under the bed, she reached down and pulled up a pair of leather pants. “These?” she asked, holding them up over her head.
“Perfect. Put them on.” Angela stood and grabbed the corset from the bed and tossed it at her friend. “This too.”
Sasha retreated to her room to don her new costume, while Angela ran to her closet. No doubt looking for the perfect pair of Fuck-me boots to match.
As expected, and just as Sasha had squeezed herself into the tight leather pants, Angela came bursting into the room wearing a skimpy purple and black dress, spider web fishnet stockings, and a gaudy feather-rimmed witch’s hat.  In her hands, she proudly displayed a pair of shiny black boots with sinfully high heels. 
“Looking good, girl,” Angela said, setting the boots down on the ground. She walked around the bed and helped Sasha with the clasps on the back of the corset.
“Thanks,” Sasha said, sucking in a breath as the material pulled tight, cinching her waist. 
 Angela finished with the clasps and spun Sasha around. “Yep, definitely looking good, but… hmm… it just sorta needs something.” 
“Yeah, like an over shirt.” Sasha crossed her arms over her chest. Her breasts struggled against the tight material, threatening to spill out with every breath. “I’m going to burst out of this thing. That’s all I need, a boob falling out while I am dancing.”
“Nah, that’s my lucky corset. It will hold the twins in place… until it’s time. Trust me.” She winked. “But you need something to draw some attention.”
“More attention?”
Angela sashayed around the room to the small wooden jewelry box on Sasha’s dresser. She picked through a few necklaces before extracting a large silver cross. “This will do nicely.” She turned and tossed the necklace at Sasha.  “Here. put this on.”
Sasha caught the necklace and walked into to the bathroom to put it on and see how it looked in the mirror. The cross was large and the chain long, it fell right into her cleavage.  That will definitely grab some attention.
“Finish getting ready and meet me downstairs. I’m gonna pack the car.”
“You made the reservations, right?” 
“All taken care of. Two rooms are waiting for us”
“Two? Why two rooms?”
Angela poked her head into the bathroom. “I don’t know about you, but I plan on finding a hot guy tonight. You really don’t want to share a room with me when that happens.” She turned and walked away, her voice trailing behind her, “C’mon. Hurry up.” 
Sasha considered a snarky retort but thought better of it. She finished her makeup, pulled her long black hair into a sleek ponytail, and slipped on the high-heeled boots. 
Instantly regretting her choice to wear the boots, she wobbled as if she were just learning to walk, trying to keep her balance on the thin heels, holding the handrail as she made her way down stairs. “How the hell am I supposed to dance in these things?” She mumbled as she stepped into the kitchen. 
Angela was waiting for her. “Just one last piece of your costume,” she said, holding up a thick, broken, sandy-colored stick. 
“What the hell is that?”
“Well, a vampire hunter has to have a wooden stake, right?”
“Wait… is that one of my good cooking spoons?”
“Um… Not anymore.” She gave Sasha a toothy grin. “Besides, when was the last time you cooked anything?”
Sasha snatched the makeshift stake out of Angela’s hands. “Let’s go. You owe me a spoon.” 
“And you owe me a new pair of hairball-free shoes,” Angela snapped. 
Sasha groaned and shoved the broken stick through one of her belt loops. She turned, still wobbly on her heels, and headed for the front door.
***
 Dante admired the seemingly endless stream of people pouring out onto the dance floor from the double-door entrance: costumed characters, scantily clad vixens, masked marauders, the ghastly, and the gruesome. 
It was Halloween at its finest.
Dante loved the annual Halloween Ball and enjoyed the ability to stalk his prey freely among the, all too willing, partygoers. 
Smoke crawled across the ballroom floor. Black lights and flashing lasers cut through the swirling fog, creating an eerie multi-colored glow in the room. Chandeliers, covered in cobwebs, hung from the ceiling, while little plastic spiders bounced up and down, dangling on thin wires above the crowd. 
The syncopated rhythm of drum and bass music filled the air, reverberating off the walls. Bodies moved, writhing in time with the beat. Dancers with glow sticks of various colors weaved patterns in the air with their liquid-like movements. 
A hungry grin played across Dante’s face. He let his fangs show, proudly putting them on display as he nodded at a few passersby. They ignored his sharp-toothed smile as they wandered into the ballroom, not giving him so much as a second glance. 
Whether they ignored him or not, Dante knew he looked every bit like a dark and mysterious creature of the night, only he wasn’t wearing a costume. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his midnight-blue carpenter jeans and tapped the tip of one of his steel-toed black boots on the ground as he impatiently awaited his brother’s arrival. 
His phone buzzed, and he reached into the deep pockets of his black duster jacket to retrieve it. Words flashed on the screen: ‘Be there in a minute.’
Trevor is always late, he thought with a frustrated sigh. 
Replacing the phone in his pocket, he gave himself one last once-over. In a normal crowd, he might have seemed odd—a dark and menacing figure, dressed in almost all black. Yet here, among the dancing throng of partygoers at this macabre party, he was one of the least conspicuously dressed. 
A giggling group of girls wearing little more than string bikinis and gauzy wings pushed past him on their way to the dance floor. Dante inhaled their perfumed scent, savoring the fading notes of lavender left in their wake. If Trevor didn’t get there soon, he would begin the hunt alone. 
A strong hand suddenly clapped him hard on the back. 
“Tonight should be fun, eh, brother?” Trevor asked with a mischievous smile, flashing his own set of sharp fangs. He raked a hand through his mop of dark hair.
“My mouth is already watering.” Dante’s eyes zeroed in on a pair of entwined harem dancers, their bodies rubbing sensuously against each other in time with the music. He took in a deep breath, savoring the variety of pheromones playing at his senses. Sex was in the air, and Dante liked that. He absently flicked his fangs with his tongue as his mind played out scenarios of carnal passion and bloodlust—desires he planned to act on before the night was through. Blood and sex went hand and hand in his world, and the annual Halloween Fantasy and Fetish Ball always provided a buffet of both.
“Well then, let’s get this party started,” Trevor said, nudging his brother out of his reverie.
Dante turned, his eyes widening in astonishment as he inspected his twin. “Prince Charming? That’s your costume for this evening? Brother, you try too hard.”
Trevor smoothed out the fabric of the large, ornately adorned, navy blue suit-coat with gold tassels and shrugged. “At least I made some effort to play the part tonight.”
“Ah yes. I’m sure your ruffled shirt will send the girls into a frenzy.” Dante laughed. “There is no need to play, brother. We are vampires. Our costumes are built in. Why bother dressing up in some ridiculous outfit?” 
“Because I enjoy taking part in the fantasy. It’s fun. You should try it.”
“I don’t need silly costumes to have my fun.” He narrowed his eyes as he inspected Trevor, and then leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “And Prince Charming doesn’t have fangs.” 
Trevor’s hand rose to cover his mouth. “Well, I can’t very well get rid of them, can I? But, no matter. I’ll have my prey focused on other things. She won’t see them until it’s time.” He winked.  
Dante arched an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. “Enjoy your game then, brother.”
Trevor turned confidently on his heel and waved a hand behind him. “Happy hunting.” 
Dante stood still for a moment, taking in all the scents of the humans around as he watched Trevor vanish into the sea of dancing bodies. Hunger and need beat at him, and he was ready to satiate both desires. Oh yes, tonight will be fun.  

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" Light The Night's" Las Vegas Cancer Walk.

I usually post a lot of self promoting, and you're welcome to ignore it, but please DO NOT ignore this one. 

I need your support for the " Light The Night's" Las Vegas Cancer Walk. I'm walking with Team Teahl, in memory of a fellow Girl Scou
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What is Light The Night?


Light The Night Walk is The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's annual fundraising walk to pay tribute and bring hope to people battling cancer. Hundreds of thousands of participants raise funds for lifesaving research and patient services.
For more than 60 years, The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society (LLS) has been solely focused on people with blood cancers. Presently, we have more than $250 million committed to research across the United States and in ten other countries. Every dollar is provided by concerned donors. We invest in the best, outcome based science:
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Scottish bad boy, Cedric MacKinnon talks about being a Servant of the Goddess


I brought my Scottish bad boy, Cedric MacKinnon, with me.  I’m sure you’re much more interested in what a 6’ 3” bisexual vampire has to say, so I’ll let him speak. 




DV: So Cedric, tell your readers a little about yourself--and do try to behave.

CM: My dear, I'm your slave, you know that.  I only do what your wicked brain contrives. You dreamed me up. 

DV: You hatched out of my head like Athena.  I have little control over your escapades.  Be a good boy, and maybe I'll write some erotic adventures for you.   

CM:  Promise?  I'd like that.  So, what’s this about a tart running this blog?  I’m always pleased to meet a fellow tart.  Oh, that’s a Python thing.  I love Python too. 
 So, here goes, I was born in Scotland. My parents died when I was little.  I grew up in a children’s home and ran away to London when I was fifteen with dreams of becoming a rock star--needless to say, not a great idea. I went on the streets and made my living selling the only thing I could. 
To make a long story short, rent boys in London have a 33% HIV infection rate, and I became a statistic.  I turned to playing my guitar in the underground to supplement what I got from the government, and one night I encountered this lovely Indian man--or so I thought.  Raj made me the man I am today.  That is to say, a vampire courtesan turned assassin.  Complete sociopath, Raj.
On the bright side, I’m a musician and play the guitar as well as Indian instruments.  My prized possession is a vintage Stratocaster.  I love all kinds of rock music.  My favorite artist of all time is David Bowie.  Flashy clothes, fast cars and the latest electronic gadgets are my weakness—and beautiful lovers.  I believe in spreading the wealth, so to speak. 

 DV: Talk about your former line of work.   

 CM: Must I?  You just love dredging all that up. 
I’m an adept of the ancient arts, which is an Immortyl temple artist in service to the Goddess Kali, but adepts are used as courtesans in political intrigues by the Chief Elder, Kalidasa.  Usually a total drag-- except for the singing and dancing.  No one does a blues riff on a sitar like me.  Music is my true passion. 
 Too many uncongenial lovers, too many beds, too little rest.  Lord Liu was the exception.  Liu Li Cheng is a gentleman and knows how to treat a boy right.
My official duty was to serve the Goddess and bestow Shakti’s blessings through an elaborate tantric sex ritual.  During my training in the ashram, I told my guru, Sandhya, “I’ve been called many things in my time, but never a conduit of divinity”.  She wasn’t amused and hit me on the back of the head with all her rings on.  Ouch.  Vampires aren’t known for being gentle.  Well, maybe those sparkly, wussy ones.
I once had an encounter with a bloke who was with the Spanish Inquisition.  No Monty Python fun here.  Torture isn’t officially allowed on an adept, but with our new Rani, Giulietta, anything goes.  The change I’d like to see is Giulietta’s head at the business end of my knife.   

DV: And what is it you do now?

CM: Mia tells all about my exploits in servant of the Goddess.  Let’s just say that I take heads now instead of give…well you get the drift.  


DV:  Who trained you in your new occupation?

CM: I’ve had excellent teachers in New York.  Mia is quite the swordswoman.  Philip and Shieh have taught me martial arts.   My dance training comes in handy here.  They call me a living weapon.  I rather like that.    

DV: I'm not surprised.  Do you have a significant other in your life?

CM: With my omnivorous sexual nature it’s rather difficult to settle.  I get around-- a lot.  But there are two lovers who mean something more to me than a congenial shag.
 My darling Mia is the earthly manifestation of Shakti in the form of Durga, and I’m her “tiger” servant.   Grrr…we do get a bit rough sometimes.  I love a strong woman.
 However, I must say that Lord Liu remains a powerful presence in my life.  You’ve got to love a Chinese warrior from the former Han Dynasty turned scholar turned Immortyl elder.  He’s deep.  And dare I say sexy?

DV: So, where do you go from here?  Any last secrets to reveal?

CM: I won't tell all.  I did that in My Fearful Symmetry.  They will just have to read my saucy tale and Mia’s new one, Servant of the Goddess.  With my new line of work, it’s hard to say where I go from here.  I’m on a secret mission at the moment.  So, I can’t say exactly what I’m about—or as you Yanks say—what I’m up to.  If I survive this mad quest, I hope to continue to aid Mia and Kurt in their mission to find a cure for this condition that makes us perish in the ultraviolet and addicted to blood. 
And you have promised some steamy tales.  Of course, I will still be blogging and interviewing on Saturdays.  I can’t disappoint my darlings.
Well, I suppose if the nice boys and girls leave me a saucy comment and a contact email, we could send them a link and coupon code for the free ebook of Annals of the Immorytls.  That’s a-n-n-a-l-s—not a-n-a-l-s.  There’s a short in there about yours truly.



DV: Cedric blogs at Immortyl Revolution on “Sexy Saturdays with Cedric”.  Yes, I did indeed create a monster.  He’s a social media whore.  Here is one of his posts, Everything I Need to Know I Learned From David Bowie.  You can chat with Cedric @cedricMackinnon on Twitter or at his Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/cedricvampire.


Blurb: Servant of the Goddess
Can an Immortyl Society survive the modern world?
From the ashes of the first battle of the Immortyl Revolution, vampires Mia Disantini and Kurt Eisen set out to build a new Immortyl society. Trouble arrives in the person of Cedric MacKinnon, a runaway adept of the ancient arts, who brings tidings of upheaval at the chief elder’s court that threatens everything Mia and Kurt have accomplished. Mia finds it hard to resist when Cedric pledges his service and tempts her with the legendary skills he learned as an Immortyl courtesan. Facing opposition from both within and out, Mia begins to doubt Kurt is up to the task of leading their followers to his vision of an Immortyl Utopia. Torn between her loyalty to Kurt and Cedric’s insistence that she is the earthly manifestation of the Goddess Durga and destined to lead, Mia confronts the greatest challenge of her life.

Excerpt Servant of the Goddess:

Sudden shouts battled against the sound of the wind. I peered down the block. Teen-formed Immortyls, sewer rats, closed a circle around a tall male, who held his hands high above his head. From the direction of the wind, I couldn’t yet ascertain this stranger as mortal or Immortyl. Best to investigate. I ran toward the disturbance, wrapping my fingers around the Glock strapped to my hip.
A shrill whistle split the air. Two of the sewer rats lunged for the stranger. He crouched and pirouetted on one leg, letting loose a rapid succession of kicks that knocked his attackers sprawling onto the sidewalk. A rat named Tommy growled and launched himself at the stranger. To my amazement, the stranger leapt high into the air and hovered there for a moment like a falcon before lashing out with both feet. Tommy’s head snapped backward, and he flattened against the pavement. The remaining rats hung back. 
The slender figure of a boy maybe eighteen or nineteen touched down and crouched again, poised to strike. No mortal could perform such maneuvers with this speed and agility, not to mention almost ballet-like grace. The Immortyl’s face betrayed raw emotion, indicating he was new to the blood, probably not much older than his form suggested. Eamon, the rat pack leader, drew and aimed a pistol at him. The stranger raised his hands above his head once more.
I gave a sharp whistle for Eamon to stand down. “What’s going on here?” 
Eamon lowered the gun and spit on the ground. His forever-twelve-year-old face scrunched up. “We found this one skulking about,” he said. Even after a century and half in New York his speech still gave away his Dublin origins. “Says he’s come from the chief elder’s house.”
The wind kicked up harder. Long, auburn hair whipped about the newcomer’s face. He shivered, hugging an Indian-styled shirt around him. Traces of black kohl and sienna rouge clung to his eyes and mouth, as if he’d scrubbed the paint off in a hurry. The make-up and impractical clothing pointed to origins more exotic than the russet hair and milky complexion suggested. His story sounded plausible. However, the odds that this kid had escaped the chief elder’s compound near Calcutta and made it all the way to New York on his own were unlikely. No slave had ever left there of his own accord. 
Kurt had stood trial at the chief elder’s court for inciting rebellion. He’d told me that the chief, Kalidasa, employed state-of-the-art security, as well as vampire-eating tigers. The place was a veritable fortress. Still, there was always a first time, and this newcomer had held his own against Eamon’s band. 
I had to admire the kid for standing up to Eamon and his thugs.
The pack leader and I didn’t care much for one another, but he’d fought for Kurt in our recent war with a rival elder. For political reasons, I forced myself to take a civil tone with him. “Did you bother to ask his business before you ordered an attack?” I called to the newcomer, “You--come here.”
The boy lowered his hands and slinked forward. I’d never seen a man move quite like this, with delicacy just brushing the feminine, yet suggesting coiled up, sinewy strength like a jungle cat. Instinct prompted my hand to reach for the Glock concealed on my hip. The kid had danger scrawled all over him in big garish letters. 
“Is this true?” I asked. 
“I ran away from court,” the boy replied, his speech tinged with a Scottish burr. “I’m seeking refuge here.” 
The plaintive tone struck a chord in me. I sized him up again. His winsome looks didn’t belong to the usual brand of vampire assassin, but to a household slave chosen for his decorative value. Still, his swift feet could kill if given the chance. Wouldn’t it be just like Giulietta to send death in such an appealing guise?
“Kurt’s counselor, Chase Powers, can vouch for me,” he continued. “Take me to him.”
“You know Chase?” 
“We met in India during Kurt’s trial. He said I’d be welcome here. Please Miss. You have to believe me. I’ve come such a long way and got nowhere else to go.” Desperation filled the spooky, green eyes. They almost glowed, more like a cat’s than a man’s. “There’s probably a bounty offered for my return by now.” 
“What did you do?” 
“It’s not what I did. It’s what I am.” He held out his hands. Henna tattoos snaked around the wrists and tops, elaborate whirls and spirals. “The marks of my order. I’m an adept of the ancient arts.”
He was an adept? I’d always imagined these temple devotees and de facto courtesans as Indian in origin. I gave the boy a closer look. His clothing had seen better days, but the sinuous way he moved made them a fashion statement. You couldn’t deny the perfection of feature and figure required of his order. He stood out from Eamon’s mangy lot like an emerald in a box of Cracker Jacks.

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A sexy excerpt to heat up your day! #free #read #erotica




He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well, I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it. Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned off the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast our failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers around his arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle, and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed his mouth onto mine.

Want to read more?
AMAZON USA http://www.amazon.com/Patience-ebook/dp/B0094B6RNK
AMAZON UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/Patience-ebook/dp/B0094B6RNK
ARE https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-patience-929090-149.html
NOOK http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/patience-willsin-rowe/1112729008?ean=2940015098228
SMASHWORDS http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/225578

#Contest Alert!!

From the Lovely Jenn McCoy at http://www.jlmccoy.com




*****Contest*****
Make a video Book Trailer for Blood of the Son, Sins of the Father and/or The Original Sin and win a $20 Gift Card to Amazon/Barnes and Noble OR a signed and personalized book of your choice & tons of S.M.V.S. SWAG!!! There will be 1 winner chosen for each book! Prizes offered total $60 in all!!!

So, here's the deal...I'm NOT very tech savvy lovelies, and cannot for the life of me figure out how to make a proper video, so I've decided to ask you guys for help and make a contest out of it! Anyone can enter so be sure to share this with your Facebook friends!

Here are the rules:

1.) Keep it Classy - No nudity/cursing. It can be sexy but PG please.
2.) Keep it Legal - No using images or songs that are copyrighted (you can use as many of my pics as you want. I'll be uploading a ton here shortly. There is also a bunch of free instrumental tracks online you can use (do a Google/Bing/Yahoo search).
3.) Use parts or all of the book synopsis. (They can be found at www.jlmccoy.com/skye-morrison-vampire-series.html)
4.) Keep to the theme of the books (ie: nightclub, goth ect.)
5.) It needs to be around 90-120 seconds.
6.) Most importantly, have fun with it! Get creative, be bold! Show the world what you like best about each book.

Email the completed videos to: JLMcCoy.Author@gmail.com. Contest will run from today, October 23rd to Monday, November 19th. On November 20th I will upload ALL submitted videos and YOU GUYS will vote on your favorites. The trailer from each book with the highest number of Facebook LIKES by Monday, November 26th will be the winners!!

I can't wait to see what you come up with! HAVE FUN, DOLLS!!! xoxo, ~J~

Hex and the Single Witch


Hex and the Single Witch
Vehicle City Vampires Book One
By Roxanne Rhoads

Hex and the Single Witch
The Story Behind the Story

My current release is paranormal romance/urban fantasy series based in and around my hometown of Flint, Michigan. Hex and the Single Witch: Vehicle City Vampires Book One.
The original background for the story came to me while I was driving through downtown Flint one day. After leaving the main strip of Saginaw Street that is the “downtown” area, surrounding areas and neighborhoods look like ghost towns. Businesses are boarded up, empty, and falling apart. Houses are even worse off. There are entire neighborhoods in and around Flint that are completely or almost completely empty. Out of fifty houses two may still have residents. That’s scary on so many different levels.
Suddenly an idea popped into my head- “what if, after all the humans left, Others started moving in?”

And the basic back story to my series came to life. Flint, Michigan becomes a hotbed of supernatural activity. Ghosts, ghouls, vampires, demons and were-creatures move in making the human population the minority.
Most of the remaining humans don’t even Others walk among them.  A mass Hysteria of the late twentieth century almost eradicated entire species of Others- humans and Others were at war. Causalities were many on both sides. To end the war and stop the Hysteria a mass worldwide spelling was cast that made humans once again lose their memories that Other folk exist. 
Most humans think that vampires, were-creatures and all types of Others are just movie magic and works of fiction. And the spelling was so successful that Others can walk openly among the humans and never be suspected of being Other.
The only people that see Others realistically are those who have the faintest drop of Other in their blood and those who are so strong willed the spelling didn’t take, and of course children who were born after the spelling took place.
The problem with this scenario is that not all Others are harmless, there are those thrive on danger, fear, and despair and revel in destruction.
So to keep the Others in line and keep supernatural crime to a minimum the Preternatural Investigation Team (dubbed the PIT Crew) was created as a special task force for the Flint Police Department.
Recruits for the PIT Crew are either Others or humans that know Others exist.
The main character of my book is Detective Anwyn Rose. She is an Other, a witch to be precise but her magic hasn’t ever been too flashy, however she has the ability to “know” things. Either by touch or just a direct line into someone’s mind, Anwyn is very useful at a crime scene. She can see what happened just by touching the victim or an object at the scene.
Her partner, Detective Mike Malone is human, and not too friendly with the “monsters”. However he has a thing for Anwyn even if technically she could be labeled as one of the “monsters”, but Anwyn has a thing for a vampire, Galen. To Malone a vampire is the worst of all monsters especially when Anwyn’s love interest turns out to be the prime suspect in a string of killings they are investigated.
The whole situation leads to heated arguments, steamy encounters, a lot of misfiring magic- and a hot love triangle.
And all that began with just a drive around Flint one day.
A couple of my previous short stories are set in the same world.  

My short story collection Paranormal Pleasures Ten Tales of Supernatural Seduction, contains a few stories and characters that are linked in with this series set in Flint, particularly the story “Renata” which is set in Flushing. I would say Flushing is Flint’s richer, prettier neighbor. The vampire Renata has ties to Markus, who happens to be Detective Mike Malone’s uncle. I can’t divulge much more than that or I would give away plot twists in both “Renata” and Hex and the Single Witch but I expect Renata, Tony and Markus (all from the story Renata) to make appearances in this new series. Not in Book One other than a quick mention, but possibly in book two.

“The Questioning Concubine” and “Witching You a Merry Christmas” are also set in the same world as Hex and the Single Witch.


Publisher: Bewitching Books
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 83,000

Anwyn Rose is descended from a long line of powerful witches yet she can barely cast spells young witchlings have mastered. She has one functioning witch gift, the power of knowing, which she puts to good use as a Detective on Flint’s Preternatural Investigation Team.
It’s a new era in Vehicle City, supernaturals are running the town.
The P.I.T has their hands full with paranormal crimes. Top priority is a serial killer, who appears to be a vampire, draining young women in the city.
Anwyn is on the case with her sexy partner Detective Mike Malone. Complicating things is her relationship Galen, a vampire who looks more guilty than innocent, although Anwyn trusts her instincts even if her power is on the fritz.
Mysterious spells, compromising situations, and a possible demon on the loose make it hard to focus on the case, but Anwyn has to make things right before the human police execute the wrong vampire.

Hex and the Single Witch contains magick, a little bit of mystery, a lot of supernatural mayhem, and a sexy love triangle that will leave you wanting more.




Excerpt featuring Mike Malone:

“You should have told me why you hate vampires so much. It was during the Hysteria wasn’t it?” The damn Hysteria ruined and destroyed so many lives all thanks to a bunch of power hungry vampires and Others who thought it was a good idea to let humans know they existed. Like the witch hunts, the burning times from before hadn’t proven that was a bad idea. But, no, they thought a new, modern generation of humans could handle it.
The Hysteria proved humans hadn’t evolved much. Of course, neither had the Others.
“Yeah,” he said into his hands.
“You know I lost my dad to vampires at the end. At the last battle. The rogues had the humans all riled up. No one knew what was going on, the riot started and there was this group of mercenaries, humans killing anything that moved. My dad’s team tried to get them out of there, but as soon as they realized vampires and Others were on the police squad the mercenaries decided to wipe everyone out. My dad was shot and while he was down rogue vampires finished him off.”
“Then how can you still be close to them?” Mike sneered.
“Humans played their part in his death too, Mike. Can I shut myself off from the world and hate everyone? It’s unrealistic. I understand your hate, but they are not all bad.”
“They all drink blood. They are monsters designed to kill humans.” His snarl looked ferocious.
I had not realized his hate ran so deep.
“And humans are designed to kill animals and each other. Doesn’t mean we all do.” Stubborn man.
“Anwyn, I’m sorry I can’t look at them the way you do.” He glanced at me then stared at the floor.
I touched his face gently and made him look at me. “Mike you can’t carry pain and anger around with you forever. Believe me, I know. I dragged it around with me for a long time. I lost both my dad and my mom that night. Even though my mom still lives and breathes, she’s not the same. But I can’t change it, and I can’t hate everyone for it. I just have to accept it. I took this job to try and prevent other kids from growing up with this pain and anger. Isn’t that why you took this job too? You know we have to fight the bad guys and take help from all the good guys we can, right?”
“Yeah,” he muttered.
I caressed his strong jaw. Goddess, he was a beautiful man. And more complex and tender than I had thought. I took off his top hat and laid it on the desk so I could run my fingers through his wild wavy hair. The move startled Mike and he look at me with a puzzled expression on his face for a moment before heat flared in his eyes.
As soon as I saw the flames in his eyes my body responded. A burning need rose inside me, an ache suddenly needed to be filled.
Mike’s expression changed into one that promised deliciously wicked things. Hot damn.


About the Author:
Story strumpet, tome loving tart, eccentric night owl...these words describe book publicist and erotic romance author Roxanne Rhoads.
When not fulfilling one the many roles being a wife and mother of three require, Roxanne's world revolves around words...reading them, writing them, editing them, and talking about them. In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read, promote and review what others write.
Roxanne is the owner of Bewitching Book Tours and operates Fang-tastic Books, a book blog dedicated to paranormal and urban fantasy books.
When not reading, writing, or promoting Roxanne loves to hang out with her family, craft, garden and search for unique vintage finds.


Visit her online
Bewitching Book Tours www.bewitchingbooktours.blogspot.com,
Facebook
Twitter @RoxanneRhoads
Roxanne can also be found on Linked InGoodreads and Google+


Want to meet the author? (if you're in the area)


October 24 Multi Author Book Signing

Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Panel
Featuring: Sidney Ayers (Demons Like It Hot); DJ Desmyter (Hunted); Bruce Jenvey (Angela’s Coven); Gary W. Olson (Brutal Light); Megan Parker (Scarlet Night); Cindy Spencer Pape (Immortal Cravings); Roxanne Rhoads (Hex and the Single Witch); and Nathan Squiers (Crimson Shadow: Noir).
7PM
Schuler’s Books Eastwood
2820 Towne Center Blvd.
Lansing, MI 48912

October 25 Multi-Author Signing
Davison Branch Genesee District Library
203 E 4th St
Davison, MI 48423
6:30 PM
Get into the Halloween spirit with a multi-author paranormal and urban fantasy book signing featuring Cindy Spencer-Pape, Bruce Jenvey, Gary W. Olson, Roxanne Rhoads, Nathan Squiers, and Megan J Parker.
October 27 Book Signing
Emporium 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. $5 at the door all ages welcome




The Free Effect.



I’ve seen it in my own books and heard about it from other indie authors. Sales have really suffered this last year. But what is to blame? Lack of marketing, lack of fresh material, poor story? You can say what you will, but I think the root of the problem lies elsewhere.

Marketing is important. If people don’t know you’re out there, they can’t buy your books. Fresh material is always important. People who like your work will want to read more. The more you give them, the more interested in you they become. One hit wonders are rarely successful.
Poor story… that’s debatable. It could be argued that the 50 shades books are poorly written stories but they sell like hotcakes. I’ve heard the same of other books. People think the writing is not up to par but the stories sell well. Now, I am not saying write crap, but I don’t think the quality of the story is where the sales issue comes from.

My honest opinion. It’s Kindle Select and all the freebies out there.

The flood of free books out on the market is an enticing thing to readers. Who doesn’t want to read a free story? Good or bad, it doesn’t cost anything. There is no risk.

People download them and fill up their ereaders. Do they actually read them? That’s debatable. I have to wonder. The same people who are downloading the free stories are still paying for the books they love from the authors they love. I would venture a guess to say that they download what is available and get to it when they feel like it, but they already have a long list of stories they paid for to get through before they hit those freebies.

So, for the indie author who puts their title up on Select as a freebie gets that huge spike in downloads while it is free, but their book might not actually be read for months to years from the date of download.
Multiply that by the thousands of indie authors out there offering their titles for free and you can easily see why sales are in the decline. There are too many freebies out there and the authors who are using freebies as a tool to spark sales but are not seeing those sales happen. They are essentially giving their work away for free.

Again, this is all speculation.

For me, I have seen sales shrivel over the last year even though I have more titles out now than I ever had before. I’m at the point of wondering how I will make ends meet. For me, free has been a double-edged sword. I’m still positive things will turn around, and I am still working on getting new stories out.
I’d love to hear your thoughts as well. Leave a comment and let me know if you are an author feeling the pinch, or a reader who wants to weigh in on how you see “Free” stories.

Book Formatting Services!! #selfpub #help

Some of you already know this, but for those that don't I thought I would repost some of the services I offer. I've been self-publishing for quite a few years now and I know it can be a tough job. That's why I began offering assistance services to those out there looking to self-publish their own books. One such service is book formatting!

Ebook Book formatting
$60 per book

FOR NOVELS ONLY (Sorry, no Non-Fiction), I offer general formatting of the interior of your book for the various ebook formats available on the market.

You will receive your book in 3 eBook formats, Kindle (.mobi) and ePub ready to upload to Amazon KPD and Barnes & Noble Pubit! as well as a Word doc ready to upload to Smashwords.com. If you need any additional formats please let me know.

Please note: Book formatting services do not include: editing or proofreading, image editing or manipulation, creation of charts or graphs, indexing, tables, blockquotes, lists, subheadings, poetry, & footnote, or formatting of books written in a language other than English. We retain the right to not accept formatting jobs for books that are too complex.


I can generally have your format done within 5 business days.
 Contact me at: katiesalidas@gmail.com
Email subject line – “eBook Formatting – …. title of your WIP….”
Your Name -
Genre -
Approximate Length -
How did you hear about my services -




Print Book formatting
$100 per book

FOR NOVELS ONLY (Sorry, no Non-Fiction)
Per your trim size and specifications, I will format your book to include:
·         front matter sections (title, copyright, dedication, acknowledgments, table of contents, etc.).
·         chapters pages with chapter titles, running headers and page numbers
·         back of book sections such as an about the author page

When completed, you will receive a PDF draft of your completed book layout for you to review before the final PDF is made.

Upon approval, you will be provided with a digital copy of your finished book layout in a print quality PDF file created with Adobe Acrobat Pro using the PDF/X-1a 2001 standard that is requested or required by most printers and publishers

Please note: Book formatting services do not include: editing or proofreading, image editing or manipulation, creation of charts or graphs, indexing, tables, blockquotes, lists, subheadings, poetry, & footnote, or formatting of books written in a language other than English. We retain the right to not accept formatting jobs for books that are too complex.

I can generally have your format done within 5 business days.
 Contact me at: katiesalidas@gmail.com
Email subject line – “Print Book Formatting – …. title of your WIP….”
Your Name -
Genre -
Approximate Length -
How did you hear about my services -

Spotlight Book - Forever me by Thomas Amo


~High school is hard enough just being yourself, let alone trying to be someone you're not~




Hannah Richards isn't your typical 16 year-old at Wichita Falls High. Fashions, trends, cosmetics and style are unimportant to her. An avid reader, guitar player, classic movie and television buff, Hannah marches to the beat of her own drum. Visible only to her Father the town Sheriff, and her two best friends. Hannah lives a simple, un-pampered life as an "Eastie."

After coming to the aide of Taylor Monroe, a popular member of the ultra snobby "Stilettos" at school, Hannah's life beings spiraling out of control. As she starts spending more time with Taylor, her best friends abandon her, after a series of misunderstandings, causing Hannah to re-invent herself.

Hannah quickly gets caught up in a life much different than the one she knows, where status, glamour, makeup, appearance and acceptance become her masters. And what of the dark secret that haunts the streets of Wichita Falls?

Can Hannah survive the lies, deceit, jealousy and rage that are now waiting for her behind every corner? Will she succumb to the pressures of popularity? Or will she be crushed under the heels of the "Stilettos"?




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Nudge Nudge

Some day's you just need a little push to get in the chair and write.
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Being an author is certainly not a glamorous job. Correction, for most of us, it's not. Writers lives consist of people watching, staring at a notebook/computer screen for hours on end, cramped fingers from writing/typing, and of course, reading!

Most people out there probably think of writers as having this amazing life. In our minds, we sure do. How else would we come up with such fantastical stories. But, the real world is not always so amazing. Bad reviews, writer's block, low sales, etc... There are so many ways a writer can become discouraged.

That's when you need that little nudge. Something to remind you of why you got into writing in the first place: the love of the story.

The nudge can come from anywhere. It just needs to make you want to sit down and write.

I got a much needed one recently. I'd been very down on myself. My sales have been very bad. My freelance self-publishing services were not being utilized, and I'd spotted a negative review (I know I shouldn't have looked).

I had my usual tissy fit and started cruising the want ads for a new job, fed up with writing altogether! That's when I spotted an email from a friend. She saw a blog post and sent it to me.

Reading it made me realize, I write for me. I hope that others will love my work, but I am the one who gets the most enjoyment from the story. It is my stress relief (when I kill off a character), it is my chance to be all powerful (I can create worlds!), it is my therapy (fighting, overcoming obsticales, etc). Yes, I want my stories to sell. I want people clamoring to read more, but that is not why I write. I write because I love it. The rest is just a bonus.

So, here I am typing away again, feeling the enjoyment of just writing, no pressure!

Calling All Erotica Bloggers!

I'm putting the call out to my blogger friends. Willsin Rowe and I have a new BDSM story coming out at the beginning of November and we would love to stop by your blog and talk about it. If you're interested, please message me at KatieSalidas AT gmail DOT com with your blog address and what you would need from us.




Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business.
But underneath that seemingly strong fa├žade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – knowing that it’s her only hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?

WARNING: This title contains graphic language, sexual situations, bondage, discipline, rudeness, and a twist on the billionaire genre.


Co-Authoring

So, many of you may have noticed (or at least I hope you have) that I've been taking a slight pause on the Immortalis series and have picked up a partner in crime. Together, we've been working on quite a lot of fun projects. We've co-authored two shorts and one novelette (due out in November!!)

Up to now, I have been wary of working with a partner. As an author, we all develop our own voice, our own way of doing things, our own system. Also, being a little OCD means I have the tendency to need to control every aspect of my writing (which is why self-publishing has worked well for me.). So, needless to say, I'd never considered working in tandem with another.

That was until Willsin approached me about doing some quickies. The idea was simple, both of us have numerous stories stacked up on our computers. For what ever reason, we started but never finished them. We would swap back and forth the ones we have on hand and the other would help complete them.

It worked quite beautifully. He started the ball rolling with Patience. When I read his first draft, I was in love. I knew exactly where to tweak, where to add, and enhance to compliment his wonderful vision of Donnelle, the cougar, and Edan, the cocky young stud in need of some training.


Patience
Amazon
Amazon UK
NOOK

Then came Slowpoke. Again, we complimented each other's vision. Bazz and Tamsin were so much fun to write. Because of our nationalities we were really able to play on own backgrounds (Willsin being an Aussie, and myself being a former Southerner). Tamsin's southern-isms and Barry's Aussie-isms came straight out of our own mouths. More than once, when Barry would say something like "Oh, yeah, been flat out like a lizard drinkin’. I’m just here to check your bush." Both Tamsin, and I would say "Excuse me?" It was like having a fun conversation with each other, that is how smoothly that story came out.

Slowpoke
Amazon USA
Amazon UK
NOOK

And now that we are getting ready for our third release (one that we plan to make into a small series) we've really hit our stride. Any worries I might have had in the past about co-authoring are gone. What really makes it work though is the fact that we have known each other for a very long time, we've beta read for each other,we have critiqued each other, we have gone to each other for advice, etc... Without that background, I don't think this partnership would work as well as it is! But for now, it's magic! 

We cannot wait to release the next novelette:



Submission Therapy (Coming in November).
(Unofficial blurb)
Billionaire CEO of Blakely Enterprises, Natasha runs her company with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging, and hard-ass consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business. 
But, underneath that seemingly strong exterior, Natasha is a time bomb of anxiety and sexual addiction waiting to explode; a secret only her therapist, Dr. Derek Benson knows. 
He suggests a radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – claiming that it’s her only hope. 
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend one session. What she finds in this Radical Therapy is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.
Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?