Friday, January 20, 2017

Dallas Coryell ~ an interview and his novel ~ Melody's Key

Dallas Coryell

Release date: June 24th 2016

Page count: 305
Stand-alone book

About The Author ~
Dallas Coryell is a musician and author residing deep in the untamed wilds of Michigan, USA, where he desperately attempts to assign meaning to his world through bouts of maniacal creative catharsis and pitifully doomed hopeless romantic fantasies. All of the songs written by the characters in this novel are real and can be viewed on the author’s fledgling YouTube channel: allasCoryell1 Selfies and other assorted randomness can be found on the author’s Instagram: ascoryell


Q: How would you describe yourself as a color?
A: Black.  Now at first this is going to seem dark and maybe slightly emo…but wait!  Black is a combination of all colors, so for me is a representation of blending many personality types, interests and moods.  I tend to be somewhat intuitive and empathic, so sometimes I feel like a bit of a chameleon with the way I adapt to and reflect the people around me.

Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: I have always been a night owl, preferring the serenity of a world wrapped in shadowy slumber to one of chaos and light.  Ok, now I’m really starting to sound emo, or perhaps like a vamp...  Actually…let me see your neck really quick.

Q: Tell me one thing about each of the four seasons you like. It can be anything.
A:        Winter = Fireplaces and promises that this year I will finally learn to snowboard
            Spring            = Makes me think of a past crush.  Her fav season ;)
            Summer = Cedar Point!!!
            Fall = My favorite season.  Cider Mill, leaves, hoodies, football and my father.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: I listen to literally EVERYTHING.  Kiiara to Backstreet Boys to Tool.  My playlist looks like a Schizophrenic nightmare, but I love it.  My favorite song of all time is Name by the Goo Goo Dolls.  It completely encapsulates the beautiful melancholy and angst of my teenage years J


Q: When did you start writing and why?
A: I penned my first “novella” in 5th grade entitled “King Arthur and the Gnome King”.  I was obsessed with the story of King Arthur, and naturally, I wanted to combine it with my love of evil monsters.  My dad said it was great.

Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: There is a strange and wonderful mix of sci-fi affinity and hopeless romantic obsession that supplies most of my “middle of the night” ideas.  The first time someone said there was no way to blend the genres I was inspired to prove them wrong.

Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: The crippling self-doubt and fear that people will hate the story.  Since the writing comes from my heart, rejection of the work is a de facto rejection of me.  Or at least that’s what the overly-dramatic insecure part of me swears.

Q: Describe your favorite heroine?
A: Selene from Underworld.  Strong and capable but also vulnerable and lonely…although she would never admit it.


Q: What are you working on now?
A: I’m writing 4 books at the moment.  A YA romance, a time travel romance, an apocalyptic sci-fi romance and a futuristic crime drama.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: The YA romance is coming out next.  I have to be super secretive about it because I’m still a few months out, but the main character is a 17 year old genius stuck in a mental institution.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes I do. Here they are:

“His eyes settled on her…piercing green embers of flame that revealed the ferocity of his pain and passion, yet still shrouded him under veils of ever deepening mystery that made every ounce of her ache to unravel him.”

Tegan Lockwood’s dreams were dead, sacrificed on the noble altar of duty before they ever had a chance to live. Her entire existence was disappearing into the abyss of apathy as she labored her days away keeping her family’s struggling business alive. There would be no emotion, no color, no beauty in her life. That is, until a mysterious visitor begins to draw her out of the darkness of her past towards something that will challenge the boundaries of her world, and unlock the most deeply held secrets of her heart.

“It's just an expression, I assume you have those in America?” This time Tegan completely intended the playful sarcasm that dripped from the comment. She even ventured a slight grin to put him on the defensive a little, but Mason was quick with his reply.

“Yes, we have them. For example, don't judge a book by its cover.”

Mason had smiled disarmingly when he said it, but the underlying message to her was clear. Considering what happened at the pub, perhaps she had been a tad hasty in her judgment of his character. Tegan bundled the tools she had been cleaning and attempted to pick them up all at once in order to move them into the shed, but before she could take two steps they began slipping from her hands. Just as she expected to see the entire bunch go crashing to the ground, Mason’s hands appeared and encircled hers, stabilizing the load. His hands were strong, but soft, and their sudden steadying warmth took her completely off guard.

She had been careful to avoid looking directly at him during their entire exchange so far, but her discipline wavered for one instant and she allowed herself to meet his gaze. She immediately regretted it. His eyes were two fiery emeralds that seemed to have already been waiting millennia for her to find them. The depth they held was something she had not expected; there was profound suffering there, but also something wild and passionate and the feeling she got while walking through the estate gardens after a summer storm.

Somehow his eyes burned through the walls of her meticulously constructed defenses as if they were flash paper. She felt as though he was somehow seeing her...the real her, instead of the protective façade she normally projected to people she didn’t know. In that instant of unexpected vulnerability Tegan was surprised to find she was capable of anything. She felt the boundaries and inhibitions that normally constrained her fading like a winter sunset.

A moment after Tegan felt the hurricane begin to stir within her, she smothered it for fear of being consumed. Where in the world is this coming from? She had only been looking at him for a moment, but it felt as though they had been staring at each other for hours. She abruptly pulled her hands free, which sent the tools clattering loudly into the dirt. In truth, she had forgotten they were suspended between their interlocked hands. Grateful for the distraction, she kneeled down and began gathering the fallen load, which he immediately assisted her with. Between them, they got all the tools to the shed in one trip. As the electricity of the moment faded, Tegan began feeling silly for even thinking such ridiculous things. I know nothing about him. She made a mental note not to look into his eyes again. There was a reason so many girls went crazy over him, and he probably knew exactly what he was doing with those eyes...and that crooked smile. 

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Thursday, January 19, 2017

Lucy Felthouse ~ presents ~ Doctor's Orders

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Doctor’s Orders
by Lucy Felthouse

Kinky M/M Erotic Romance Novella by Lucy Felthouse, Doctor’s Orders (@cw1985) #mm #kink #bdsm

Hospital porter Aaron Miller isn’t expecting a very exciting birthday. He and his doctor boyfriend, Blake Colville, are working opposite shifts, leaving Aaron to go home to an empty house and the prospect of another shift the following day. Just as he’s leaving work, however, an unexpected sexy encounter in a supply cupboard leaves him feeling in a much more celebratory mood. And an impending dirty weekend away with Blake just puts the icing on the non-existent cake. But who needs cake when you’re dating a dominant doctor?

Note: Doctor’s Orders has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.

Aaron hummed contentedly as he walked along the white-painted corridor towards the locker room. He was happy in his job as a hospital porter. He might not be saving lives, like his doctor boyfriend, Blake, but he liked to think he was improving them. He made the effort with the patients he transported around—or the ones that were well enough to hold a conversation with him, anyway. He chatted to them, showed an interest, tried to make them laugh, always remained positive, even when things were bleak. That was his way of spreading a little cheer, or helping someone forget their worries, even if it was only for a few minutes. It was a small contribution, but a contribution nonetheless, and it made him feel good.

The corridor stretched on, and Aaron thought for the umpteenth time that it could do with some artwork on the walls—something other than doors to break up the interminable expanse of white paint and grey dado rail. But patients never came to this area of the building—unless they were lost—so there was no need to spend any more money on it than was absolutely necessary. Aaron understood that, but boy did it make for a dull walk to the locker room.

As he continued his journey, he saw that a supply cupboard door on the left hand side of the corridor was ajar. It was nothing unusual—people often propped doors open with their feet if they were just leaning in to grab something, or used something as a door stop if they needed both hands to carry what they’d come to collect and therefore couldn’t open the door again to let themselves out.

Reaching the door, he’d just opened his mouth to call out and ask whoever it was if they needed help, when the gap grew wider. A white-clad arm appeared and the accompanying hand grabbed the front of his T-shirt, pulling him roughly into the cupboard.


Aaron didn’t even get chance to finish his exclamation, as he’d been slammed against the now-closed cupboard door, and hard, demanding lips were pressed to his. Lips, he realised, as his brain caught up with the turn of events, that belonged to Doctor Blake Colville. Lips that were allowed to kiss his, thank God!

The fresh, spicy scent of Blake’s cologne invaded Aaron’s nostrils, and he relaxed into the kiss, returned it with enthusiasm. Blake’s tongue sought entrance to Aaron’s mouth, and he gave it willingly, moaning as their tongues slipped and tangled together sensuously, and Blake’s firm, lithe body pinned his slightly-more-muscular one against the cool wood of the door. He stifled any further moans that wanted to sneak out, remembering that, hot as the situation was, it was also pretty precarious, and both of them could get into serious trouble if they were caught. Patients may not frequent this area of the building, but the staff sure did.

Reaching out, he gripped the lapels of Blake’s white coat and pulled, so their bodies were crushed together and their kiss grew bruisingly brutal—in a good way.

The move had clearly fanned the flames of Blake’s lust, because he began grinding his crotch against Aaron’s, teasing their already erect cocks and pushing them both rapidly towards the point of no return.

But could there be a point of no return, given where they were? How on earth would they get away with making love—or, in this case, should it be fucking?–in a supply cupboard in the hospital? Granted, it was one of the quieter areas of the building, but bloody hell…

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Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Ann Fuller ~ presents ~ The 4975

TITLE: The 4975
RELEASE DATE: November 20, 2016
AUTHOR: Ann Fuller
KEYWORDS: adventure, dystopian, apocalyptic, science fiction, action, new adult, suspense
CATEGORIES: Dystopian/Young Adult/Suspense
ISBN: 978-1530797943
IMPRINT: Howling Wolf
I have loved books since I was able to pick one up. Writing only became a source of expression to me after I went through a very dark period of my life – my feelings were ones that I could fathom into words through my fingers, not out of my mouth. Each and every book I read brings a sense of realism into my existence, and I hope the world I have created becomes real to you.

The 4975 Academy of Self Defense brings life changing opportunities for anyone accepted. Hunter Gates begins to realize this as she’s branded as an ‘Elite’ student, a privilege offered to only the best ten students in the school of sixty pupils. With the help of cold and calloused self defence trainer Eamon, Hunter must trust herself and protect the ones around her to save her school and the family she finds within it.

A thrilling and intense dystopian novel focusing on trust and the importance of self-belief.

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