Friday, May 24, 2019

Teaser ~ for Howling at the Moon (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin


Howling at the Moon
The Mystic Museum Series
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 21,593
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (MFMM), Paranormal, Shape-shifter, HEA

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BLURB:
Carolyn, lonely and heartbroken after being dumped by yet another boyfriend who told her she needs to loosen up in bed, escapes her empty apartment. On the night of a full moon she visits Minerva’s Mystic Museum.

Minerva recognizes her pain and provides her with the opportunity to change her life. The full moon has chosen Carolyn as a mystic walker.

Carolyn’s dormant sexuality is awakened by three handsome shape-shifters. Jacob, caring and nurturing, lures her into his world. Milo, impetuous and rough, awakens unknown desire. Sven, cold and reserved, tests her mettle. Will she choose to walk on the wild side with the wolf pack and become their female? Will she be able to convince Sven that she is worthy and should be given the opportunity to join the pack? Will Sven’s fear of losing another mate destroy the future of the pack? Or will Carolyn choose to return to the normal life she’d come to see as her due?


Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series
Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.

TEASER / EXCERPT:
Carolyn watched the man, wolf…man, walk away. What the hell was he anyway? His clothes just appeared as if by magic. The red-and-black checkered flannel shirt and jeans looked just as good as his naked body. The shirt did nothing to hide those broad shoulders. The tight jeans hugged his muscled ass. God, what she’d just done with that man, and she didn’t even know his name. He was right, though. It had been f**king amazing. She couldn’t believe it, and even harder to believe, she was thinking about doing it again. She wanted to do it again. “Wait,” she called. He turned his head, never slowing his pace. She was going to follow this man. She felt a connection with him. She couldn’t explain it. It was the natural thing to do, the right thing to do. Every cell in her body agreed with her decision.

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Thursday, May 23, 2019

Dora Blume ~ presemts ~The Enchanted Crossroads


Title: The Enchanted Crossroads
Author: Dora Blume
Series: Enchanted By The Craft #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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BLURB:

Would you give up everything to save the world?

Kaira lived a normal existence in Minneapolis, MN. One night she met a mysterious man, she was instantly attracted to him. She couldn’t explain it, but she wanted him. Leif drove her safely home from the bar. Entering her apartment, she was attacked.

Morrigans were after her. Leif came to her rescue but at what cost? She wasn’t willing to give up her life as a lawyer to fight Morrigans. She didn’t care about her power or Leif trying to help her understand the new magical world. She wanted no part of it. She saved people in her own way, as a lawyer, fighting against the Opioid crisis.

Hecate, the Goddess of Mages, came to give her a choice. She was born a descendant of the Goddess and only her and her four siblings could end the God, Morrigan’s destruction of good witches everywhere.

Was she willing to give up her whole life for the cause? Would she give up Leif to go back to her normal life?

Read the gripping first instalment of the Enchanted by the Craft Series.



EXCERPT(S): 
Page 74-
 I touched my lips lightly to his, seeing if he’d kiss me back. For a moment, he didn’t respond. My lips on his, a torturous beat ticked on the clock. Oh my god, what am I doing? He doesn’t like me like that. I began to back my mouth away from his. Shock and hurt filled me to my core. Then, his arm encircled my waist and he pulled me into him. His lips pressing against mine in a passionate embrace. My breath caught and I opened my mouth. His tongue slipped between my parted lips, lavishing my tongue with skillful strokes. He gripped me against him. I lifted my hands and laced them behind his neck, lightly stroking his hair. He let out a growl against my mouth when I gripped my hands in his hair and lightly tugged. He nipped my lip in response.

“You don’t understand the rules of our world. Sex isn’t something that’s taken lightly among Mages. We take our responsibility of procreating seriously. We don’t just hook up like humans do. When we’re together, it’s because we’ve made a serious commitment to each other. You’re not even sure you’re going to continue to be in our world.” His hands dropped from mine and his eyes stared at a spot on the floor.

Page 94- 
“God, you’re insufferable. You don’t see it, Kaira. You’re an amazing woman.” He lifted his hand to my chin and turned my face to meet his. He inched closer to me. My eyes grew wide before his lips touched mine. At first, he touched my mouth lightly. When I responded and flecked my tongue along his bottom lip he responded. His mouth became a crushing force on mine. His lips moved, hungrily, sucking and nipping at mine. I had never felt so much passion in a kiss. Most guys I’d been with were nothing like this. I felt the kiss throughout my body. I hungered for more. I felt his hands brush against my leg. He moved his hand up, splaying his hand on my back, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and stroked the hairs. I felt his intake of breath. After a moment, he backed away from my mouth.

Page 86-
“Maybe I’ll introduce her to Haskell. That could be interesting.” He smirked.

“Oh yeah, Mr. sexual innuendo meets, I’ll electrocute your balls if you speak to me like that. Should be a riot.” I rolled my eyes.

“Could you two get a room or something? Or at least refrain from the lovey shit at the kitchen table. Some of us would like to keep our food down.” He rolled his eyes and focused on the boxes again.

“You’re just jealous, you don’t have a girl of your own.” Leif said.

Haskell’s eyes went wide. “I’m not jealous. Wait until you realize all the problems you’ve gotten yourself into because of her. First, it’ll be the little things. Like not ordering orange chicken because your girl likes sesame.” He gave Leif an annoyed stare. “Then, she’ll want new furniture in the house because the stuff you have is too masculine. Before you know it, everything around you has changed, and you’re running to the store to buy tampons because she just didn’t want to leave the house. I’m telling you man, it’s all downhill from here.” He shook his head and shoveled a forkful of noodles into his mouth. Two, clung to his chin before he slurped them up into his mouth.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Dora Blume is a middle school English teacher by day, writer by night. Dora has a Master’s in English studies. She lives in Cannon Falls, MN with her two small dogs, Jack and Bailey. In her sister time, she reads books, lots of books.

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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

S R Dyble ~ presents ~ Kit

Title: Kit
Author: S R Dyble
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romantic Comedy.
Series: Carson Brothers #1


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BLURB:

After her family was brutally murdered, Eve decided one thing.
Never to let anyone in.
To never love again.
EVER.
That way, she wouldn't ever feel that hurt again.
For a year she'd done just that.
All that was about to change when Kit Carson, a cocky Australian boxer randomly enrolled onto her photography course at college and pushed his way into her life.
Kit was everything Eve hated about pretty boys.
Only, he wasn't a boy.
He was all man.
Despite her dislike for him, even she couldn't deny her curiosity.
Things were about to change drastically in Eve's life, and secrets were about to spill out.
All at the hands of Kit Carson.











ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
S R Dyble is a writer, Mother and a DIY obsessor.
She lives a short drive away from her home, the city of Hull in the UK.
She enjoys using the cities unusual way of speaking in her books and laughing about it with her readers.




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Monday, May 20, 2019

Clive Fleury ~ an interview and his novel ~ Kill Code

I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR

Clive Fleury




AUTHOR BIO:
I am an award-winning writer of books and screenplays, and a TV and film director and producer. My latest book is Kill Code: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel. It is the first of a trilogy. I have also worked for major broadcasters and studios on a wide variety of successful projects in the US, UK, Australia, Europe, and the Middle East. I live in Miami with my wife, my teenage daughter, and a cat called Louis.


BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Morning is my best time, and the earlier the better. I hate lazing in bed and always want to get up—though even as I write this I can feel some of you putting fingers down your throats and asking: “What is wrong with this man?”

Q: What sound or noise do you, love? What about hate?
A: I love the sound of birds chirping in the morning, and I hate the noise of the dentist’s drill.

Q: Did you like school when you were a child?
A: I was agnostic about school. Some days I loved going, others were just hell. I particularly disliked adults who would insist that going to school would be the best years of my life. Oh yeah? Liars!

Q: List these in order of preference, French food, Chinese food, Italian food, Indian food, Home cooking, backyard BBQ.

A: French, Italian, Indian, and Chinese, Home cooking and then backyard BBQ. Food I cook myself is always the worst food. It’s burnt, tasteless and dry.

Q: Coffee or Tea?
A: I’m British so I should say tea, and when I was a teenager, I definitely preferred tea to coffee. But this was when coffee in England tasted like dishwater. From the moment I supped my first cappuccino in Italy, I was hooked for life. Bye-bye tea.

Q: How do you feel about exercise?
A: Exercise is a necessary evil. I find gyms boring, running tedious, and I am useless at team sports. A few years ago I took up yoga because I knew that spending hours at a computer was destroying my body. Through yoga, I have discovered so many things I can’t do—virtually everything! But I know I have to keep going.

Q: Pets? Do you have any?
A: I’m a cat person. I’ve always felt they are so much cooler than dogs and smarter too. I’ve just read research that says dogs don’t understand most verbal commands and are just winging it when you shout out commands and they respond. Cats can’t be bothered to pretend. It’s this honesty I like about them.


BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: What do you think is the hardest part of writing a book?
A: Thinking of the idea and writing the first draft. This for me is a real slog. Once I’ve got something down on paper, however crude, I can enjoy the process.

Q: Would you ever consider a joint project?
A: Yes. In fact, I’ve written one young adult’s book, Art Pengriffin and the Curse of the Four, with another writer. The big plus was that I had someone to share the hard work with and keep me company on the journey. On the other hand, I missed the freedom of exploring an idea on my own. But I would consider another joint project.

Q: Do you write longhand first, or does it go straight into the computer?
A: I used to jot down ideas in longhand into a notepad, and would even sketch out a breakdown of the book’s structure. However, my writing is so bad that there were whole sections I couldn’t read afterwards. So, now it’s straight to my trusty laptop.

Q: When crafting the story do you go from beginning to end, or do you jump around writing the scenes that are pushing themselves forward in your brain?
A: I’ve spent a fair amount of time writing screenplays. Here the structure is all important, so I’ve got into the habit of outlining the story first. However, after I’ve got about three-quarters of the way through the outline for a book, I get bored and have to start writing. So I never know the end of the novel. I let the characters decide.


BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF 
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m working on the second novel in the “Code” series. I’m superstitious and believe that talking about a book before its published is bad karma so unfortunately there’s nothing I can share about it—except that if you like Kill Code you will definitely like this next novel.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, Facebook page or any buy links?
A. Yes I do.
Here are some buying links:
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Vo6xpR
Goodreads: https://bit.ly/2U0P59k
Barnes and Noble: https://bit.ly/2Uv8gfU
Book Depository: https://bit.ly/2WOB00C
Ibookpile: https://bit.ly/2UfA1cZ
Books a million: https://bit.ly/2G220E5

And to find me:
Website: https://www.clivefleurywriter.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/clivefleuryhere/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/clivefleury
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clive.fleury.5
Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/clive-fleury/
Email: clivefleurywriter@gmail.com

BLURB:

Kill Code: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

WHEN THE OCEANS RISE...THE TRUTH DROWNS

The year 2031. Our future. Their present. A world decimated by climate catastrophe, where the sun's heat is deadly and the oceans rise higher every day. A world ruled by the rich, powerful, and corrupt. A world where a good man can't survive for long.

Hogan Duran was a good man once: a good cop, forced to resign in disgrace when he couldn't save his partner from a bullet. Now Hogan lives on the fraying edges of society, serving cruel masters and scavenging trash dumps just to survive.

But after four years of living in poverty, Hogan finally gets the chance to get back on his feet. He's invited to join the National Security Council, the powerful paramilitary organization responsible for protecting the rich and powerful from the more unsavory elements of society. All he needs to do is pass their deadly entrance exam, and he'll be rewarded with wealth and opportunity beyond his wildest dreams.

But this ex-cop's path to redemption won't be easy. The NSC is hiding something, and as Hogan descends deeper and deeper into their world, he uncovers the terrible truth of how the powerful in this new society keep their power...and just how far they'll go to protect their secrets.

In a world gone wrong, can one good man actually make a difference? Or will he die trying?

EXCERPT:
Two lone towers rose either side of the domed fort. One had a base of shining steel that was around one hundred and fifty feet high and topped by a round glass structure. The other tower, on the opposite side and some distance from the fortress, was smaller and completely windowless. To the right of the fortress stood a smaller concrete building that I later found out was the canteen.

Ruby and I peered out at the brigade of uniformed NSC officers, their weapons out, who had moved to surround our vehicle.

“Impressive, huh?” I said.

“You could say that,” Ruby said, her eyes wide.

The transporter driver, a stocky man with a cropped military haircut, stood up. He waved his hands to quiet the chatter that had risen as our vehicle pulled into the compound.

“Everyone off. Single file,” he ordered.

Standing and grasping our overnight bags, Ruby and I joined the line filing out of the vehicle. As we left, two NSC officers carrying tablets checked our ID and names against the listings they had.

“Duran, Hogan, you are now Candidate number four-five-four-five-nine. Don’t forget it,” the officer said after matching up my name.

From the vehicle, the driver also watched each and every one of us with eagle-eyes. Glancing back, I saw he had stopped Jake and taken his gun off him.

A tall, movie-star handsome officer waited in the center of the square and introduced himself as Commander Beecham. He urged the new arrivals to move quickly. Anyone who was deemed to be too slow got a jolt from electric prods carried by the NSC officers. Ruby and I were directed into one of the ten rows. Jake walked into the line behind us.

Commander Beecham shouted, “Attention!” He stepped back to allow a hovering glider ball to fly past. This circular steel orb was the size of a basketball. It had a tinted screen on its front and out of this stared the lined face of a man who looked incredibly old, and was maybe in his mid-fifties, with a jarhead, buzz cut and wearing the NSC Superior officer Uniform, of blue, white, and red. Five stars were visible on the man’s epaulets: a general.

Technology had obviously moved on a pace over the past few years. I had never seen a glider ball in my life. It was an impressive piece of kit.

The glider ball hovered through the rows of new arrivals as, from it, the man spoke: “Welcome, candidates. My name is General Stoker. You have just arrived at National Security Council Base Camp Seventeen, or as most come co know it… Hell on Earth.”

The glider ball halted directly in front of me. General Stoker eyeballed me for a few moments before moving away.

“You have all agreed to be tested on every conceivable level of mental, emotional, and physical hardship,” General Stoker said. “Our job here is to make you wish you’d never been born. We will subject you to every form of cruelty, depravity, and humiliation you can imagine. You will be scarred, starved, and forced to wonder why God played the cruel trick of ever putting you on this miserable earth. You will ask yourself a simple question… ‘Is anything worth this?’ My answer is just as simple. YES. IT. IS.”

The glider ball hovered by me again as I waited for the general to say more.

“If you have what it takes to be a member of the NSC, rest assured you will be one of the top wage-earners in the country. You and your families will live in the finest houses built just for NSC members. You will eat the tastiest foods, enjoy the greatest entertainment, and live better than you could ever have thought imaginable. In short,” he said, “you will live like gods.”

I saw a heavily tattooed hulk of a man in a tee and jeans lean across to his neighbor. “Does being a god come with full medical?” he stage-whispered.

The glider ball moved rapidly along the line to eye the whisperer. “What was that?” General Stoker asked.

The tattooed man hesitated. “Nothing, sir,” he said.

General Stoker softened. “Just a bit of levity, then?” he asked the new arrival.

“Yes, sir.”

A list of names scrolled up the ball’s screen. One name was bolded. “You’re Phillips? Marcus Phillips?” the general asked.

The tattooed man nodded and clicked his heels together. “Yes, sir.”

The glider ball spun away at speed to stop in front of Commander Beecham. “Beecham, Candidate Phillips is dismissed.”

Back in line, Phillips started to tear up as Beecham nodded to two NSC officers. They walked to Phillips, pulled him out of line, and frog-marched him back to the transporter.

General Stoker’s voice boomed out from the glider ball again. “I know you are all thinking that I’m being harsh, but believe me, I am doing him a favor. That quick wit of his assures me he’s not the one we are looking for.”

There was a low murmur from our ranks. Had the general really said ‘the one?’ Was he implying that only one of us would be chosen?

“Yes, you heard right,” General Stoker continued, seemingly reading our minds. “Just one. You’re all the best. But we want to narrow it down to the best of the best. The one that can rise to the top… Now, take a look at the person next to you.”

I locked eyes with Ruby. Behind us, Jake turned to stare at a thin-faced African American man.

“That person is not your friend, nor is he or she your teammate. That person wants to take this opportunity away from you. That person is standing between you and your place amongst us and should be treated accordingly. That person is an obstacle to be overcome, like so many others that you will encounter here,” General Stoker said.

“And to that one candidate destined to rise above the rest, I look forward to welcoming you into the NSC.”

© Clive Fleury 2018

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Friday, May 17, 2019

Teaser ~ for The Curse of Winford Manor by Loc Glin


The Curse of Winford Manor
by Loc Glin
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Heat Rating: SENSUAL
Word Count: 44,821

Categories: Historical Paranormal Romance (MF), Time Travel, HEA

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BLURB:
Leslie Braddock feels responsible for her husband’s death. She is having trouble reentering the dating scene. Leslie travels back in time where she meets Sir James.

Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again.

Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice.

Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up.

Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.



TEASER / EXCERPT:
Rose entered the room in her usual excited flourish. It was time to welcome James home, her favorite part of the day. She smiled. “Welcome home, Cousin James,” she said as she kissed his cheek and hugged him. Her blonde hair was done up in a fashionable coiffure. Her pink dress was just the right shade to highlight her fair complexion. Her blue eyes sparkled with enjoyment.

“Rose, you know we are barely related,” he said as he set her aside.

“Yes, I know,” she said. But I want you to remember it. I want you to look at me as a woman, not as a child. Rose’s eyes settled on Leslie. “I see we have company.” She managed a polite smile. Another woman! She wanted to scream.

“Yes, dear. This is Leslie. She will be staying with us for a while.”

“How very nice to meet you, Leslie. I’m sure you and I will become fast friends.” Just when I have him all to myself, he finds another woman. Rose seethed, but she smiled sweetly.

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Monday, May 13, 2019

Keith Knapp ~ an interview and his novel ~ Coda


I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR

Keith Knapp


 

AUTHOR BIO:
Keith Knapp is the bestselling author of the novels "Coda," "Moonlight" and numerous short stories including "Battalion" and "The Cat on Alpine Road." Between the day he discovered writing and now, he has played the drums in more bands than he can remember, went to film school in Chicago and has taken up residence in Hawai’i, Missouri, California and Illinois. He loves cats, and if there isn’t always one around he starts to go a little crazy.  


BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU
Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A: Currently I find myself in the former category, that of a morning person. I used to be a late night guy and stay up until 3 or 4 a.m. and wake up at noon, but now I find getting out of bed around 8 a.m. and writing first thing works much better. But that can change over time, it can ebb and flow like so many other things, so I just kind of try and let my body decide what it wants.

Q: Bedtime, relaxing so you can sleep sounds. Is your preference, white noise, TV, soft music, ocean waves, forest or meadow sounds, babbling brook, or something else?
A: Like my sleep schedule, this changes over time, as well. I need to have some sort of background noise when I go to bed—I'm pretty sure it keeps the really bad thoughts away. It gives me something to focus on. I used to use TV and would listen to lots of old TV shows like The Dick Van Dyke Show or The Andy Griffith Show. Lately I've changed my drowsy attention to classical music and have been listening to a lot of Beethoven, Mozart and Wagner.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A: Ah, music. My second love (after books, naturally). I listen to all kinds of music, from jazz to blues to the aforementioned classical to rock to metal. But hard rock and metal are what usually ends up on my playlist, with Metallica being my go-to guys. A track off their latest called “Spit Out the Bone”is currently my favorite song (favorites change over time, too). It's long, fast and epic. All you could ever want in a good metal song.

Q: Did you like school when you were a child?
A: I most certainly did not. I was the skinny, geeky nerd in my school and got made fun of a lot, so going every day was a huge challenge. For some reason, during my senior year, all that went away and I became a “normal” student, meaning people stopped making fun of me. But I would not have had it any other way, wouldn't go back and change anything, because those events, that time, all made me into the person I am today (for better or worse). I think if I knew then what I knew now I would have enjoyed it a lot more...or at least had some good comebacks.


BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT
Q: Where do you get your ideas?
A: They come from all over. Sometimes a movie or even a song will inspire me and put a vision in my head. Other times I'll be driving and my brain will ask me “What would you do if your car flipped right now?” and in that case I wrote The Cat on Alpine Road. My brain is always asking me “what-if?” questions.

Q: Do you write longhand first, or does it go straight into the computer?
A: I used to write longhand and took copious notes on where the story was going, scribbling like a madman. However, I've come to love writing on a computer so much that it's now the only way I can do it. I type much, much faster than my hands can write, and it looks so much neater, too. I have horrible handwriting, so it saves me a lot of time and confusion if I can get things directly into the computer first.

Q: Are you a sit down and play it by ear kind of writer, or do you need a structured guideline, or maybe a little of both?
A: It's a little of both. I prefer to have some structure for the beginning of my story, an idea of where we are, the characters we're about to spend time with and at least a clue of what's going to happen to them. After that I let it run free on its own. Most of the time the characters dictate the story to me, see things I don't see and end up making their own decisions.

Q: When crafting the story do you go from beginning to end, or do you jump around writing the scenes that are pushing themselves forward in your brain?
A: I go from beginning to end. I usually don't know how a story will end when I start it and need to go through it all with the characters to find out the ending myself.


BOOKS - NOW LETS PROMOTE – STRUT YOUR STUFF
Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: Right now I find myself in a bit of a short story phase as I dabble and dribble around with my next novel. Like most writers I have a couple of books in different phases at any given time...I'm just waiting for one to raise its hand to be the next one I finish.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: Coda was released about a month ago. It tells the classic tale of earthquake survivors who find themselves mysteriously whisked away to a strange place called The Town, where things get really wacky.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes, I do.
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1166321.Keith_Knapp
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07PPKB332/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0
https://www.amazon.com/Keith-Knapp/e/B002BMEUE2/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

BLURB:
After a devastating earthquake hits Los Angeles, a group of survivors find themselves whisked away to a place known only as The Town. It is there that they will face their inner-most demons and relics of the past as they try to find a way out and back to reality.

But an evil presence awaits them there. It knows their fears, their sins and their lies and will do anything to keep them right where they are.


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Friday, May 10, 2019

Teaser ~ for Anoymous by Loc Glin

Anonymous
By Loc Glin
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,305 words
Categories: Erotic Contemporary Romance (MF), HEA

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BLURB:
Jennifer Hartstrum has trouble with men. Her relationship with an abusive father left her with a speech impediment that flares up only when she dates. Her friend talks her into trying an exciting new dating experience, the Anonymous Club, a place where a date is an adventure and fantasies can come true. One must choose an alias, and anonymity is guaranteed.

Andrew Martin is looking for a woman who can keep up with him outside of the bedroom as well as in bed. He tries the Anonymous Club with low expectations.

When Jennifer and Andrew meet, it is Chemistry 101. Have they found what they are looking for? In a world of aliases and mystery, is anyone really who they say they are? What happens when anonymity is good for one but not the other?



TEASER / EXCERPT:
She watched his naked body with his tight ass gently rippling disappear into the bathroom. Now that is a pleasant sight, she thought.

The water in the sink turned on. She picked up her blouse and used the back of the chair as a hanger for her jacket. She picked up his pants and used the other chair the same way. She laid his underwear and T-shirt on top. She fastened her bra and donned her blouse, leaving it unbuttoned, but she did tuck it in. The floor was cold, so she slipped the shoes on.

“Good. You’re still here,” he said. “I thought I might have dreamed it.”

“No dream,” she said as she passed him on the way to the bathroom, “just Cocheta.” That was her way of saying she couldn’t believe it either. She knew he would understand because they had that kind of connection.

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