12 days and counting…

poker5-01-111413-2065It’s that time again, when authors share snippets from a WIP or a new release, or maybe an upcoming release.

I’m counting the days until The Pinch of the Game appears on Dreamspinner’s Coming Soon page, and that’s got me thinking about things like how the story began and how it will be received. I can’t affect the latter, so i’m dwelling on the former. This snippet is part of the original flash piece. The first line is Jeffrey’s.


“Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. Don’t you usually bring an army to storm a castle?”

“You can’t run away screaming like a little girl.”

“But I am a little girl.” I crossed my arms over my flat girl-chest and blew my bangs out of my eyes.

“On the outside.”

Before I could say another word, he grabbed me in a bear hug and dove behind a couple of big rocks. Michael exited the roll on his feet, gun in hand. That’s my man.

“Don’t look at me like that when you’re… like that. It’s wrong on so many levels.”


Here’s a little extra, since i’m not giving any intro to the snippet. This is part of the dedication for The Pinch of the Game.

To Siobhan Muir, the brilliant mind and sharp eyes behind Thursday Threads and Teddy Bear Thursdays. This story would never have been written without you.

Thank you, Siobhan, for your friendship and support. I love the way you do Thursdays. *hugs*

Thanks for reading!

Have fun visiting the other snippets at the Snippet Sunday FB group.

 Enjoy the rest of your weekend, lovelies!

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Cover Reveal: Blood and Ghosts by Shira Anthony!



Adrien walked back onto the main street and over to the curb, where someone caught his eye. A man with short black hair walked toward him. Dressed in dark jeans, with a white shirt and dark wool jacket, he wore a single diamond stud in his left ear. A woman hurrying down the sidewalk dodged Adrien as he stopped, but the man behind him knocked him to his knees.

“Are you all right?” someone said with a hint of a French accent.

Adrien looked up into familiar brown eyes. Adrien inhaled slowly, hoping to head off the bloodlust that buzzed at the back of his brain. Heat tingled at the back of his neck, raising the hairs there. His palms felt suddenly sweaty. He felt sick. Not nausea—shock at seeing Nicolas here, realizing it really was Nicolas.

“Yes, I….” Adrien took the hand Nicolas offered and struggled back to his feet. The world spun and he grabbed Nicolas’s arm to steady himself.

“You’re not all right. You look ill. I should call an ambulance—”

“No ambulance.” Adrien righted himself. “I just need to eat something. It’s hotter than I realized.”

Nicolas glanced around, frowned, then said, “There’s a coffee shop at the corner.” He didn’t appear convinced by Adrien’s words. “Why don’t I help you over there?”

As if Adrien would object. “Thank you.”

Five minutes later they sat at a booth by the window, Adrien drinking coffee with a trembling hand. Adrien had watched Nicolas as they’d walked the short distance to the restaurant, his swordsman’s muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. He looked only slightly older than he’d been when they met. “I’m sorry,” he said, coming back to himself and wondering why Nicolas was sitting with him when he could have left. “I must be keeping you from something.”

“No,” Nicolas answered. “In fact, I just came from a meeting. I’ve got the rest of the afternoon free.”

“I’m Adrien.” He forced a smile and set the empty mug down.


“It’s good to meet you, Nicolas,” Adrien said in French. He drew another long breath and his heart slowed its gallop.

“Please call me Nico,” Nicolas said, also in French.

And now the cover, by the talented Reese Dante!


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About Shira:

Shira Anthony was a professional opera singer in her last incarnation, performing roles in such operas as Tosca, i Pagliacci, and La Traviata, among others. She’s given up TV for evenings spent with her laptop, and she never goes anywhere without a pile of unread M/M romance on her Kindle. You can hear Shira singing Puccini’s “Tosca” by clicking here: http://www.shiraanthony.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/tosca-visse-darte-exceprt1.mp3


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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: Reese Dante


Guest Author: Siobhan Muir!

Today i’m pleased to welcome the sweet and lovely Siobhan Muir! She’s brought her paranormal sweet romance, A Centaur’s Solstice Wish. Those of you familiar with Siobhan’s work know she’s an amazing writer and storyteller, but maybe you didn’t know she also has a fondness for writing about men who love men.

Welcome, Siobhan! Thank you for visiting!


Interesting word. It means to search through information again, to look hard at something before writing or speaking about it. Charley invited me to her blog and suggested I write about my research for my latest release of A Centaur’s Solstice Wish.

Hmm. Research. Here’s the thing about researching fantasy. Of course we have the well known fantasy authors like Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and Piers Anthony. And we can add J.K. Rowling to the list. All of them have created extraordinary fantasy worlds and all have included centaurs. I’ve read all of them, too, and I like all of them for different reasons and different tales.

But when it comes to world building and research into fantasy, I didn’t want to recreate their worlds. I had my own ideas of centaurs and how they behaved. So I used the knowledge I’d learned from reading about centaurs from other authors, and started to create my own world.

Centaurs in my world tend to follow a military regime, and live in a harem structure much like horses in our world. They don’t have the hang-ups about homosexuality we humans do, but it still is unusual enough not to broadcast. They refer to distances in lengths, strides, and hands, and they worship the Goddess Epona as their main deity.

Because they worship the Goddess, I decided I wanted a Pagan-style devotion for my characters. This gave me the opportunity to talk to friends who follow that path and find out more about Solstice celebrations. While I didn’t mention them heavily, it gave me insight into how my characters would react to things. Building the world for my centaurs has been a real treat because I can add or delete things from it as I choose, and yet the world isn’t unfinished.

I hope you enjoy my centaurs from the Rifts world and Sedgewick and Ronin in particular. They are unusual centaurs in that they’ve never been interested in mares, but they certainly don’t shy from showing each other love and affection.


A Centaur’s Solstice Wish, by Siobhan Muir

When making wishes on the Hunter’s star…

It will take more than wishes to improve Sedgewick Icetrotter’s Solstice. After being sent to the infirmary, again, for dislocating his shoulder while stringing his bow, he figures he’s got a snowball’s chance in hell to impress the centaur he loves. Until Corporal Ronin Creekjumper brings in two injured centaurs suffering from unusual insect bites, and Sedgewick knows how to treat them.

Ronin can’t believe his good luck when Sedgewick saves his men. It also gives him a chance to do more than light candles for his injured friend. Ronin takes the chance and invites Sedgewick to spend the Solistice holiday together. Just the two of them.

And a pack of hungry dire wolves who’d like to put Sedgewick on the menu. Who says Solstice can’t be exciting?

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About Siobhan:

Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he’s never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s latest release, A Centaur’s Solstice Wish, is the second story in her new Rifts series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read), The Beltane Witch, and Cloudburst Ice Magic in the Cloudburst Colorado series. Siobhan has also published Bronco’s Rough Ride and The Navy’s Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.

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Release Day Book Blast: Strike of the Diamondback by Jackie Nacht


Chapter One

Two years ago

TL was in a fucking load of trouble. This nasty bitch of a viper was giving him one hell of a fight. He swung his arm and landed a punch to her horned nose. She hissed and came back at him with a wicked-looking blade. The viper was completely bald, her entire body covered in snakeskin. She was lean and sleek, but TL knew firsthand, she was very fucking lethal. He jumped back as she swung, and he went for his hunting knife.

The snake had already gotten a piece of one of his wings, making it completely impossible for him to fly his way out of this situation.

The viper female She was strong, and he was in her territory. Why the hell hadn’t he waited for Boone? TL sliced the knife through the air, causing a deep gash to her chest but not enough to bring her down. She charged him, crazed, fangs leaking the venom TL wanted nothing to do with. He kicked out and missed. She tackled him to the ground, sinking her blade deep in his side.

“Ahhh!” TL screamed out in utter agony. The white-hot pain caused him to fall back, completely defenseless as his enemy straddled him.

With the last of his strength, he pushed up, slicing the viper under the arm. She screamed, hissed, wriggling around, more snake than human, much like the venom she presented right on top of him. TL attempted to get out from underneath, still bleeding like crazy. He managed to break free, and try to gain as much distance as he could while unable to get off his damn hands and knees.

She came back, maddened and enraged, and TL held up his arms, waiting for his end. She slithered toward him at a speed only venom of superior strength could match.

A boot shot out in front of him, connecting with her face, just a mere feet from his own body. He glanced up to see a man standing above him with a ball mace in his hand and enough other weapons on his body for a small army. The muscular man pulled a machete and went after the female. TL’s head fell back. He didn’t even have enough strength in him to see who won. Closing his eyes, he let the darkness take him.


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About Jackie:

Short, sexy and sweet— where a little love goes a long way.

That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. She was introduced to M/M Romance through her sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, she thought it was time to put her own stories on paper. Jackie began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after.

Thinking back to her own book addiction, where there were many nights Jackie stayed up way too late so she could read just one more chapter— yeah, right— Jackie decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.


Where to find Jackie:

Website: www.jackienacht.com

Blog: www.jackienacht.com/blog

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Publisher: eXtasy Books

Cover Artist: Latrisha Waters


Book Blast: Wolf’s Sacrifice by Draven St. James!

 Happy Tuesday!

Today I’m happy to host a new release from Draven St. James! Wolf’s Sacrifice is Book Two in a series. But don’t let that put you off if you haven’t read Book One yet, because it may be read as a standalone. So, check this one out, and then grab #1! 🙂

But first, here’s a tidbit from Draven:

Is there an ability you wished you possessed?

A bit the same as the skill so…yeah. 🙂

A skill you wish you had?

To draw real life figures. So I could illustrate some of the images I write about.


Wolf’s Sacrifice by Draven St. James

Sean Maddox has one basic goal: to protect the Northwest Pack. That priority helps him stay grounded—until the day the pack rescues Liam. Suddenly Sean is finding any excuse to be around the sweet, blind shifter. But trying to focus his thoughts on keeping Liam safe and not exploring the whole laundry list of carnal fantasies he’s been having is anything but grounding. It doesn’t help that Sean’s wolf makes it damn clear it believes Liam belongs to him.

From the first deep breath of Sean Maddox’s intoxicating scent, all Liam wants to do is strip naked for the sexy beta and let the wolf claim him. Hiding away his desires seems like the best plan, given after a lifetime in captivity Liam is just learning what it means to be free. What does he know about being a mate? More to the point, would Sean even want him if he knew the truth?

As Sean and Liam struggle with their growing craving for each other an old enemy steps out of the shadows. With secrets lurking and fate twisting two worlds together a sacrifice must be made, but can the two mates live with the consequences?


“You don’t have to stay here with me,” Liam murmured.

Sean twisted the cap off Liam’s root beer and pressed the condensation-slick bottle to Liam’s hand until his slender fingers curled around it.

“I know,” he responded, studying a drop of moisture slipping off the bottle to make a damp trail along Liam’s hand.

“Guarding me?” After propping the bottle between his thighs, Liam licked the drop that had traveled to the pulsing blue vein of his wrist.

“I can be around you without being part of your protective detail.” Sean swallowed past his suddenly parched throat. The man had no idea how seductive his innocent movements were.

Liam reached out until his hand was on Sean’s thigh. “Just giving you a hard time.”

You have no idea.

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About Draven: Draven St. James is a born and raised Oregonian. She has traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill her books. Her ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where she finds her peace.

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Publisher: Loose Id

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs


Book Tour: Claimed By Love, by Skye Jones!

Please welcome Skye Jones! She’s brought an excerpt from her hot menage Claimed by Love, and a contest!

Thanks for visiting, Skye! 🙂

The days are 25 hours, how do you spend that extra hour?

Reading! Every time. I would read. Preferably in a big bubble bath.

What is the book you would bring with you on a desert island?

I’d take Pride and Prejudice. Although. To be honest it would be a close run with one of the Cut and Run books. I love Ty and Zane. But Pride and Prejudice is like my comfort blanket. I know every word of it practically, but always get new enjoyment out of re-reading.

Dog or cat?

Dogs. I have dogs and I love them. A lot of my friends and family are doggy people too. They are just so loving and loyal. There’s nothing like coming home to a wagging tail 🙂



“Hey.” Luke’s deep voice sent another shiver skittering up Sean’s back. “Miss me?”

“Always.” Sean turned and buried his face in Luke’s neck. As he inhaled deeply

he heard Luke do the same. Soft lips nuzzled at him moving down until they found the mating mark he’d placed on him when they’d bonded. Luke’s tongue laved over the spot

dragging a low moan out of Sean. It always hit him deep in his belly when Luke paid attention to the sensitive area. “How did it go?” he murmured as Luke continued his ministrations.

“Crappy. The guy was a pain in the ass” Luke said with a quirk of his lips. “I mean literally. Dude had this big old set of stone thrones like something out of a movie

and he offered me the one next to him. My ass went numb about twenty minutes in.”

Sean waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe I’ll have to massage it later bring it back to life.”

“Ass CPR?” Luke snorted. “Sounds…interesting.”


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About Skye: Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who likes to write about that moment when lust and love meet head on.

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Publisher: Liquid Silver Books

Cover Artist: Liquid Silver Books


Book Blast and #Giveaway: Kiss My Ash by Renee George!

Today’s feature For Your Reading Pleasure isn’t your typical paranormal. But you don’t have to take my word for it–Renee has brought an excerpt and if you’re anything like me, it’ll hook you but good.

Thanks for visiting, Renee! 🙂

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.

An Excerpt From: KISS MY ASH

Copyright © RENEE GEORGE, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Mathias was a korrigan, a fairy dwarf, and to his detriment, he’d been born male. An abomination amongst the korrigans, who were always female. Even his own mother had wanted him dead, but you can’t kill an immortal.

When he finally strolled out from behind the counter, his height no more than four feet, he held a red clay pot filled to the brim with a dark, loamy soil. Carefully, he handed it to Romy. “Here.”

She stepped away. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with dirt?” Maybe Mathias was tired of her bringing back dead plant after dead plant. It didn’t matter how much she watered the damn things, fed them, or even talked to them—none survived. She’d stopped giving them names after a while, awash with guilt and shame over each death.

His red eyes sparkled with excitement. “In this soil, there is a very special seed, my girl. Very rare and unique. I’m entrusting you with its care.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. There is no way in hell I’m taking on a ‘rare and unique’ plant. No. No. No. Give me a hardy shrub or weed. Better yet, maybe a cabbage. I won’t feel so bad about a cabbage when it croaks.”

Romy was a dryad; specifically, an ash tree nymph. Which meant, in theory, plants should flourish around her, but she couldn’t even keep her own tree alive. Her mother had postulated it had something to do with the sperm donor, aka Romy’s biological father, but the elder dryad had refused to say more on the subject. Tree nymphs were traditionally a love-’em-and-leave-’em race of females. They didn’t get involved with beings they considered no more than means to an end. Males born to tree nymphs always developed into the same race as the male halves of the couplings, while the females were always dryads.

Unfortunately, something had gone very wrong in the making of Romy. It hadn’t taken long after the dryad equivalent of puberty set in before her people had decided she was toxic.

She pushed the pot back to Mathias. “Uh-uh. You’ve seen my track record.”

When her “birth defect” had eventually started to affect the trees of her forest six months ago, Romy had been summarily kicked out by the other dryads. Of course, her people had called it a “long, extended respite” and sent her to the town of Fortunate, Missouri.

The moniker, over the years, had become a joke. The town had been named after the Fortunate Isles, also called the Isles of the Blessed, and had been used for more than two hundred years as a dumping ground for the “paranormally challenged”. Those who didn’t fit in with their own kind were sent to Fortunate to finish out their days. For immortals like Mathias, the end of days was a long-ass time.

For Romy, well…without a tree to tend, she wouldn’t live another year, the chlorophyll drying in her veins. The plants were test subjects for her, to see if she could sustain life. So far, they’d served only to help ease the ache of dying. But as far as tending plants and making them flourish, she failed constantly.

For Mathias to trust her with a “special” plant…no way was she taking on that kind of responsibility.

It was one thing to kill a common houseplant, but a whole ’nother thing to be responsible for something “rare and unique”. Was Mathias crazy? Romy shook her head again. “I can’t. Don’t you have an air plant or something? Hell, those suckers don’t even require watering.”

He patted her hands, his fingers soothing and gentle. “Ah, but my dear, I hope this may be the answer to—”

Mathias’ explanation was cut off by a barking baritone. “Ah, shit!”

Romy put the pot on the counter as she scooted around Mathias to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to.

In the greenhouse area beyond the main shop, two long, well-muscled legs and a firm ass, all packaged in perfectly tight jeans, stood nestled between two rows of plants.

“Hello,” Romy said.

The owner of the legs and ass straightened, making him a foot taller than Romy. And oh goddess, did he have an upper body and face to go with the lower half—thickly muscled chest and broad shoulders crowned by a face with bow lips, a Roman nose and the brightest green eyes. All framed by messy, shiny black hair that fell about his shoulders. It was as if the gods had decided to create perfection.

Ridiculous though—they would never do that. But hot damn, they’d come pretty close.

“Uh, hello yourself,” he said back, dusting his palms against his jeans.

His really low voice, which would have better suited a grizzly bear, sent a humming through Romy that made her body sing.

“What have you done now, Lucien?” Mathias asked when he walked into the back. His presence was enough to break the harmony, and Romy snapped out of her new-guy-induced daze.

“What a great name.” She smiled. It made her feel foolish, but she couldn’t punch down the giddiness.

“It’s a name.” He shrugged then leaned over again, which gave Romy another clear shot of his fabulous ass. When he stood once more, he held a small plant, cradling the roots carefully. He looked at Mathias. “I broke the pot, but the fern is fine.”

Lucien had a slight accent, but Romy couldn’t put her finger on the origin. If possible, it made the young man even more exotic and mysterious.

Mathias shook his head, making his red beard sweep his chest. “Where’s Sol?”

“I’m here!” Sol Winter, who’d been working for Mathias long before Romy had moved to Fortunate, stepped out from behind the last row of plants. He wore a baby-blue polo shirt that matched his light-blue eyes. It also complemented his tan, a deep golden bronze. Natural, according to him. Strange for an elf, but who was Romy to judge? His long blond hair was pulled into a ponytail. He often wore it down and spilling over his shoulders, but generally had it tied back for work.

Sol was taller than Lucien by several inches and a little broader. His smile brightened when he saw Romy. “Hey, you.” His mouth turned down in sympathy. “Kill another one?”

They’d had a strange relationship ever since Romy had arrived in Fortunate, which generally involved spirited banter and sarcasm. Even when the conversation turned a little mean, Romy was still thankful for Sol. He was the closest thing she had to a friend.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Nice.” He raised a brow. “Bitchy much?”

Even though she was certain Sol was gay, it didn’t stop her from having some wicked fantasies about him. After all, the man was hot-hot and knew how to dress. “Takes one to know one.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the oak this morning.” Sol scooped a handful of topsoil and pitched it at her.

“Oh no you didn’t.” In retaliation, Romy grabbed a nearby hose and squeezed the nozzle trigger, dowsing Sol where he stood.

“Stop!” Lucien yelled.

Too late. At Lucien’s shout, Romy turned, the spray of water slapping across the man’s face—and Lucien instantly melted into a clear puddle on the greenhouse floor.

Mortified, she dropped the hose. “Oh no!” She shook her head and stumbled forward. “What have I done?” Not only was she a plant killer, apparently she was a man killer as well.

Two lips formed in the clear pool. “I’m fine. Really.”


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About Renee: Multi-published, best-selling author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she’s ever had. When she turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing. She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very independent cat. Anything else you want to know, just ask. She’ll give you all the nitty gritty dirt.

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Cover Reveal: No Fae is an Island, by Angel Martinez!

 I love Angel Martinez’ SciFi so I’m sure her Fantasy is cool too. I’m looking forward to the release of her next book, so I’m extra-happy to be a part of her cover reveal event!

Check out an excerpt and enter the giveaway for for an ebook copy of No Fae is an Island! 


“You don’t need to come with me.” Theo fought clenched teeth. The selkie was a friend of Mr. Sandoval’s and Finn’s, too—Finn who had been so kind to him after accidentally squashing him in dragon form. No need to be rude.

“Quite all right. I’ve nothing better to do.”

“You can’t come with me,” Theo said in the chilliest, sternest tone he could muster.

“Oh, of course I can. I see quite well at night.”

Theo squeezed his eyes shut against the headache. It shouldn’t have been there. He’d fed that morning and napped the rest of the day in lethargic, sated bliss. Fine. He’ll get bored and leave soon. “All right. But you have to be quiet.”

“Yes, yes, of course. In case something bad is here. A pack of nixes maybe. Oh, they’re bad. Or a kraken tries to swim close and ambush you, yes? You’re a real warrior, then? Have you seen many battles? Do you have scars? I have scars, but only because I was very young—”

“Limpet.” Theo stopped and took the selkie’s chin in his hand, holding his head still. “Whispering is not being quiet.”

“Right you are. Sorry. You have beautiful eyes.”

Theo dropped his hand and walked away, shaking his head. It was going to be long night.

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About Angel: 

While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

Contact Angel:

Website: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Angel.Martinez.author
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1010469.Angel_Martinez
Email: ravenesperanza@yahoo.com

Publisher: MLR Press

Cover Artist: Lex Valentine

Categories: Contemporary, Fantasy, M/M Romance, Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Another taste of glittery, magical honey…


Hola snippetteers!

My gambler witch is back. It’s been a while, and I’m pretty sure I’ve only posted one snippet from this story—which you can find here if you’re so inclined (Note: it comes with a hot pic of a bear, and I’m not talkin’ grizzly ;)).

The set-up: Jeffrey (the “I”) ran afoul of the owner of an illegal card club (Sal). Mike (the “he”) was sent to bring Jeffrey in to face the music. Just before this, Mike secured Jeffrey’s arms behind his back with a zip tie, and Jeffrey turned on the charm and asked for his name.

“Gotta bring you back.” He rubbed the length of his hard body against mine. His heart was about to thump out of his chest and mine would’ve been happy to meet it halfway. “Just business.”

If I didn’t know better I would’ve sworn he was under some kind of spell. Not even Sal had that cruel a sense of humor.

He whispered the name Mike in my ear, and then his mouth covered mine. Everything about the guy was big, from the mouth devouring mine to the cock pressing against my stomach.

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And now for something a little less normal…

Welcome to this week’s snippet! It’s snowing outside but nice and cozy in here—where we get together to share 8 sentences of fiction.

This week I’ve started edits on the paranormal. It’s UF with mystery and romantic elements. I think. Since I haven’t chosen a title yet it’s going by The Color Story. This week’s snippet is sort of an introduction to the two MCs:  Colin is 18 and just saw his first dead body a little while before this, and Al is a P.I. but his age is a mild spoiler so he doesn’t have to share it yet. 😀

Colin & Al live in the same building, but hadn’t spoken before that morning, over the body. Since this is Colin’s story, we’re in his POV.

Al pulled the door open and held it so Colin could leave. Colin stopped on the sidewalk and watched as Al went to the bus stop on the corner; it was on the way to the corner where he caught the bus to campus, so he stopped there too.

“You’re taking the bus into Old Town?”

“That’s right.”

“I thought you’d have a motorcycle.”

Al shrugged. “I could say something profound about not judging a book by its cover, but I’ll spare you.”

“You mean something cliché.”

Al laughed and the bus pulled up to the curb.

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tilted roseETA: If anyone’s interested in previous snippets from this story, they can be found here, here, and here.