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Sunday, August 10, 2014
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Monday, July 21, 2014
Guest Post: Strange Bedfellows Series by Alexandra Christian
Today let's Welcome Alexandra Christian to the blog. Here is a little something about her hot series out with Mocha Memoirs Press.
Strange Bedfellows is a series from Mocha Memoirs
Press. The first collection, Behind
the Red Door contains 3 novellas:
“Three to Tango,” “His Phantom Caress,” and the latest installment,
“Dead Sexy.” It is available in both
eBook and print formats.
Blurb:
Welcome
to The Oubliette.
Cali Barrows has had it with love. After wasting three years with the man she
thought was the love of her life, she finds out that he’s been sleeping with
his boss. Broken-hearted and bored,
Cali’s life had become a string of TV dinners and tawdry romance novels. She
wondered where her life was going until she followed the mysterious stranger
through the red door and enters a world that few would ever know existed.
The Oubliette is a safe haven for all those
creatures that go bump in the night.
They cater to a very particular clientele and only those who seek it out
may find the red door leading into a dark paradise of otherworldly delights. Together with her vampire hosts, André and
Leo, Cali becomes a matchmaker for the undead and unwittingly gets herself into
all sorts of mischief, all the while slipping into a decadent world where every
sensual desire is fulfilled.
Excerpts: Bloggers
may choose to use whichever fits in better with their content.
(Sexy Excerpt):
“Hello,”
she said softly. Her voice wavered a
little but strangely she found that she wasn’t afraid. Not like before. Perhaps she was bewitched, but her mind was quiet. “Who’s there?” No one spoke, but she could feel the warmth
of a body close by. She knew he was
male, she could smell him. A light scent
of leather, cool mint and a light musk permeated the air and Cali couldn’t help
but shiver. She wanted him to come
closer, but she was afraid to ask. She
should be frightened. Panicking that
some stranger was watching her, taking in every naked inch of her flesh, but
she wasn’t. She wanted him to look and
in fact, could feel herself arching slightly and thrusting her breasts into
view. “Is it you, Necromancer?” she
hissed. “Standing there in the dark,
wanting me but afraid to touch? I can
smell you, you know. The scent of your
desire is pungent, Sir.” Cali inhaled
deeply, a seductive smile crossing her ruby lips as she took in the masculine aroma. She shuddered, her body responding almost
involuntarily. He hadn’t even touched
her and already she could feel the dewy pearls of wetness forming at her
center. “Has it been so long? So long
since you felt the touch of a warm, living body that hasn’t been poisoned by
your obsession?”
Her
visitor still did not speak, but she could feel him coming closer. The bed bounced lightly as he sat down beside
her, still just staring. She could hear
him breathe, slow and even, trying to hide any note of his own arousal, but it
was too practiced. Cali grinned, knowing
that she was having some effect. The
stranger reached down, his arm lightly touching hers as he leaned forward. This time Cali did gasp, as the sound she heard
at first was unrecognizable. Then it
dawned on her that there was water being poured from some vessel into a
bowl. A heavy, liquid sound that was
just beside her ear. She would have
expected it to be cold, but she could feel some kind of warmth emanating from
whatever basin the liquid was being poured into. The pouring ended in a slow dripping and the
basin was brought across and laid by her side on the bed. She could hear it sloshing around and she
tried not to move. If she spilled the
contents, her strange host might be angry and in her current predicament, that
could be exceptionally bad.
The
light scent of lavender and cherry bark wafted through the room on a still
breeze. Slow dripping, warm water over
hot flesh. Cali gasped as the drops hit
one by one across her chest. Almost
deliberately they beaded just over the curve of each breast and then slid down
lazily to heavenly valleys below her sternum.
A single bead alighted on the rose point of each nipple. They hardened immediately, as if reaching out
for the source of the wet heat. Cali
wanted to moan, but she bit down on her lip hard enough to bring blood, afraid
that if she made a sound that this delicious sensation would end. Whoever was with her had perfect control and
knew just how high to place the drops so that the warm, scented liquid kissed
each erogenous zone as he continued this gradual, sweet Chinese water
torture. A dotted path led the way down
the curve of her belly to the subtle dip of her navel. Her captor dribbled more of the warm water
into the tiny cup until it spilled over and began to gently flow down the slope
and into the nest of fine, downy curls that hid her femininity. This time she gasped. She couldn’t help it. She pulled at her bonds, lost in the delayed pleasure
and frantic desire. “Touch me,” she
rasped, but still he did not speak. Only
the sound of the basin being moved aside would answer her command.
(Horror Excerpt):
He
waited a few moments, wondering what would happen next. With each passing minute he became more
agitated, thinking of Cali being chained up somewhere, a warped vision of the
princess trapped in the tower. But
André’s days of knighthood were over and it had been a very long time since
he’d had to rescue anyone. He hoped that
he was up for it. A deep breath and he
started forward. His footsteps made
heavy sounds on the floor and he mentally counted them out as he moved down the
long tunnel toward the orangish light that cast a dirty illumination on the
floor up ahead. As he approached, he
could smell the sulfur and decay that permeated the landscape of Sheol. It was a burning smell, but not the pleasant,
earthy scent of someone burning a woodstove or leaves in late fall, but the
inside of a crematory. It was so strong
he could taste it and he nearly gagged on the thick, acidic atmosphere. Everyone knows that a vampire’s only fear is
death.
André
emerged onto a craggy, deserted landscape.
The ground was mostly ash and jagged shards of obsidian. That sulfuric smell was stronger here, but
he was getting used to it. There was no
path, just an empty wasteland as far as the eye could see. He turned, looking around as if to get some
kind of bearing, but there was none to have.
André realized that he would simply have to keep moving forward until
some kind of clue emerged.
There
were portals all over The Nether to reach Sheol and places beyond. One only needed to know where to look. These portals were both physical and
ethereal. Sam, who was a Reaper, needed
only to think and know an incantation to shift between one world and the
next. Vampires, though very powerful in
the physical world, had very little impact in the ethereal. Their talent was knowledge. Most vampires were highly intelligent
creatures who could think their way in and out of any situation. That’s not to say that stupid people didn’t
become vampires. They just didn’t last
very long. Thinking was how André would
find Cali. He only hoped he could
out-think Salazar.
Suddenly,
the tiny hairs on the inside of André’s ears began to vibrate. A small voice came softly, carried by the
warm breath of wind that whipped constantly around. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound and
trying to make sense of it. All other
noise went away and was replaced by a whisper of silence as he focused on the
tiny voice. “Help me…” it whined, the
voice tinny and desperate. “Cali?” he
called, knowing before he even got the word out that it wasn’t. This voice was more like a child. André tried to ignore it and move on, but the
further away he went, the closer the voice seemed to get. A tiny whimper followed and André stopped,
surveying the desolation, turning this way and that looking for the source of
the cry. His vision blurred at first and
then rushed to stunning clarity that seemed to zoom in on the focus of his
attention. A child, small and dirty, was
crawling across the field of broken glass.
André was unsure of the gender, as the child’s hair was shorn to near
nothingness and its body emaciated. He
began to walk toward it with cautionary steps.
It was very likely some kind of trap.
About Alexandra Christian:
Alexandra Christian is an author of
mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror.
In case you don't know what that means, she writes about not-so-nice
girls getting it on with out- of- this- world heroes. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, angels and
demons-- and that's just recently!
A self-proclaimed “Southern Belle from
Hell,” Lexxx is a native South Carolinian who lives with an epileptic wiener
dog and a pet ghost hunter. She has
published several novels, novellas and short stories with Ellora’s Cave, Purple
Sword Publications, Mocha Memoirs Press and most recently, Seventh Star
Press. She looks forward to sharing her
twisted view of reality with the masses through erotic paranormal romance and
horror. Lexxx’s long-term aspirations
are to one day be a bestselling authoress and part-time pinup girl. Questions, comments and complaints are most
welcome at her website: http://lexxxchristian.wordpress.com/ .
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014
July 2014 Newsletter
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Summer has come and bow is it burning up everything. Luckily me and my three dogs, plus the husband, are staying cool in the A/C. Hope everyone else is. I've been staying busy writing the second installment of my new Undertaker Chronicles called Follow the Ink. Plus I'm getting ready to edit the third in the Deathly Encounters Series called Death's Demise and will soon be writing number four in the series called Death's Descent.
However, the biggest news of the month is that Death's Dance is out with Seventh Star Press in e-book and Paperback Formats. Since this is my first horror novel, I hope everyone checks it out.
Of course, I'm still writing romance as I have a few things in the works. However my day job has been overwhelming lately so I haven't been able to catch up.
As more news comes up I'll keep everyone apprised. For right now, enjoy an except from Invoking the Fae and one of my favorite summer recipes.
Invoking the Fae Sneak Peek“You think the women in the garden had eyes for me?” Shale asked, pulling me back from my thoughts about the old woman.
“It was obvious they did. My sister was furious because you didn’t come for her. Her queen bitch side has emerged because she’s getting all the attention. Amelia—”
Slade nodded, but put his fingers under my chin. Once he did that, all thought ceased. I watched the slight flare of his nostrils as he breathed and how his lips parted when he drew his tongue across his bottom lip. I wanted more than anything to be his tongue at that instance. Hell, even his lips. “Enough about your sister. How about you? Fen said you needed a way out and sent me. Were the castle walls so confining?”
I nodded and tore my gaze from his lips, feeling the burn creep up into my cheeks. I tried to pull away, but Shale held me in his grip even though it was a light one. “I couldn’t breathe. We were always being watched. I can’t use magic in case they accuse me of being a witch. That’s all I need. The men woo me because I’m Amelia’s sister. I can’t win. I guess I panicked and asked for help.”
“And I showed up.”
“Yes.”
“I got you away from the castle. I think that means you should show me your appreciation.”
“How do I do that?” I whispered.
“Kiss me with those beautiful lips.”
Before he could finish his sentence, I had already pressed my lips to his. The first thing that I tasted was cloves. He returned the kiss with a hunger I had not expected since we did not really know one another, but it seemed he returned my infatuation. Shale slipped his fingers through my hair, tugging at the jeweled combs. He found one and pulled it part way out until it got caught up in the tendrils. I had to work it completely out and then I undid the other, letting the heaviness of my hair fall over my shoulders. I thrust my tongue into his mouth meeting his. We touched and explored while he deepened the kiss, meeting my mouth until our lips were slick and swollen. I trailed my fingers along his face. The skin was smooth and not spattered with stubble. His cheekbones were strong and his hair soft. Shale leaned in closer, putting more weight against me.
And then the world tipped.
My back hit the ground and a pain jarred me from Shale’s lips. His body settled on top of me. It was comfortable as we both realized what had happened. I laughed. Shale followed until he rolled off me and he scooped me up in his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was nice to lay there and have everything stop. All was right in the world. There was no need for magic. There was no need for me to fight with my sister. There was no need for anything else than just being there with Shale.
He turned over and ran his finger along my cheek. “I need to get you back. Don’t want your sister sending out the guard.”
“They wouldn’t be able to find us anyway. We’re deep in the dark forest where they are too scared to venture.”
“You are so gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you before?”
“A few. All of them wanted to have a tumble.”
“Did you say yes to them?”
I gritted my teeth. “A few. Are you calling me a whore?”
He shook his head and protested. “No. That’s not what I meant.”
“Then say what’s on your mind before I turn you into a tree.”
“Why not a toad? I thought witches transformed people into toads. Then someone would have to kiss me so I’d be human once more.”
Some of my anger dissipated when he smiled. He slid his hand over mine. That soft caress turned my heart into a warm lump. “Yes, but when he was kissed, the girl discovered he was a prince underneath all the warts.”
“Who says I’m not?” Shale captured my lips long enough that I got another taste of him, but not long enough to quench my desire.
He pulled away and got up, offering me his hand.
“I wouldn’t really turn you into a tree,” I admitted. “Fen would kill me.”
“I wasn’t calling you a whore. I don’t care who you’ve been with in the past. Forgive me if I was being rash, but I don’t want anyone else claiming you. We hardly know one another, but I think
Fen brought us together for more than just me rescuing you from your boredom.”
I peered into his intriguing eyes and lost myself for a few seconds before placing a hand on his face. The softness of his skin was worth taking the time to be in his arms. “I think you’re right.”
Dill Potato Salad Recipe
3 pounds of red potatoes
3/4 teaspoons of dill
Salt
Pepper
1 teaspoon of onion powder
1 teaspoon of garlic powder
1 packet of Ranch salad dressing
1/2 cup of Ranch Dressing
4 Quarts of Water
1. Bring water to roiling bubble.
2. Clean and wash potatoes
3. Place whole potatoes into boiling water and cook through until you can put a fork through the middle. Let cool until they are cool enough to handle.
4. Cut whole potatoes into bite sized pieces and place into a bowl or container.
5. Combine the dill, onion & garlic powder, salt & pepper to taste, Ranch Salad dressing packet, Ranch dressing.
6. Mix with potatoes and then chill in the fridge.
Enjoy!
Saturday, June 28, 2014
The Romance of Horror
It was then I knew I wanted to write for them. Now all I needed was a story.
And it wasn't going to be romance either. It had to be something that got me back to the roots of what I started writing.
Horror it was.
In high school and through college, I wrote horror or some fantasy. The first series I wrote is more horror with erotic and romantic elements woven through the storyline. Nevertheless, my very first publisher seemed the series to be erotic, paranormal romance, which it is not, and there it has stayed ever since.
In most of my books there is darker element. While I enjoy writing romance, I'm a little burnt out on it. So while thinking of the story to write for Seventh Star, I kept on romanticizing the horror until the idea of Death's Dance was born.While it grew I worked on other things until I had the plot down and I agonized over writing it. Four drafts later, I had a book and a year and a half had passed.
So I sent in a proposal for a series to Seventh Star and waited. And waited. But while the months passed, I wrote books 2 & 3 of the series with a fourth one metastasizing in my head.
And then the day came, I got my acceptance and it made for an early Christmas present of 2013. It was a great day, but the even greater day was seeing my book finally come out. I'm always proud when one of my books is released into the world. But I am extremely proud that Death's Dance is out now. It took a lot out of me to write the book and I hope it will be well received by those who pick it up and read it.
The plot originally started with one question, what would happen if you accepted a dance from death?
What do you think would happen?
Blurb:
Being a psychic, you would think talking to the dead was a walk in the park. However, it’s not always that simple. The hooded specter haunting me is one I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid. One day, he appeared in my bedroom mirror. Good. Evil. I don’t know what his true intentions are.
Enter Jackson, ghost hunting show host extraordinaire, and my ex, to save me from the big bad ghost.
From there…well…it’s been a world wind of complications. My house burnt down. I’m being stalked by an ancient evil and gotten myself back into the world of being a ghost hunting psychic. Jackson dragged me, along with a few other psychics, to a ghost town wiped off the map called Death’s Dance.
From there things went from bad to worse.
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The plot originally started with one question, what would happen if you accepted a dance from death?
What do you think would happen?
Blurb:
Being a psychic, you would think talking to the dead was a walk in the park. However, it’s not always that simple. The hooded specter haunting me is one I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid. One day, he appeared in my bedroom mirror. Good. Evil. I don’t know what his true intentions are.
Enter Jackson, ghost hunting show host extraordinaire, and my ex, to save me from the big bad ghost.
From there…well…it’s been a world wind of complications. My house burnt down. I’m being stalked by an ancient evil and gotten myself back into the world of being a ghost hunting psychic. Jackson dragged me, along with a few other psychics, to a ghost town wiped off the map called Death’s Dance.
From there things went from bad to worse.
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Sunday, June 22, 2014
Guest Post by Jason Sizemore author of Irredeemable
Let's welcome Jason Sizemore to the the blog today. It's awesome to have him here. Make sure to get a copy of Irredeemable.
There’s a man named Stephen Zimmer. He runs a small press
named Seventh Star Press. Stephen is a rather dashing gentleman, even of
nature, full of poise and charm.
There’s another man, this one is named Jason Sizemore. He
sees himself more a publisher and editor, and he operates Apex Publications and
the Hugo Award-nominated Apex Magazine. This fellow, a bit of a
rough-around-the-edges type from southeastern Kentucky, likes to dabble in the
fine art of short fiction writing. Over a period of approximately 8 years, he
had 35 or so short stories published.
What strange things happened when these two men of letters
met at a writer’s convention in Indianapolis? Some things aren’t meant for
public consumption and will remain a secret. Irredeemable, on the other hand,
it is for everybody.
Okay, I’ll stop with the high-minded prose and end the
silliness. The reason Irredeemable happened is Stephen Zimmer. Stephen had been
following my intermittent writing career over the past few years. He enjoyed my
fusion of Southern Gothic with Appalachian sensibilities and genre trappings.
So at a convention last year, he approached me about doing a collection with
his press.
Like any writer would, I was blown away and honored that he
was interested in publishing my work. Yet, I had reservations. I spend a lot of
time running Apex Publications. I also have a moderately demanding day job that
saps a large amount of my mental reserves each weekday. I worried that if I did
a book with Stephen, I would not be able to give it the full promotional
attention both the book and Seventh Star Press deserved. I told him I was
interested, but needed to think about it.
Yeah, that sounds kind of lame. You get handed a wonderful
gift that many writers dream about and you say “Uh, let me think about it.” To
Stephen’s credit, he smiled and told me to take my time.
Since the book is now out, there is no surprise ending. A
few months later, I decided not to be lame. The hardest part was convincing
myself my short fiction was worthy a collection. My writer friends got me over
a severe case of imposter syndrome. Thankfully, the reviews have been
overwhelmingly positive.
So I learned one important fact from this whole experience.
Put your trust in Stephen Zimmer. He’s a walking +5 to everyone’s karma score
when he’s around.
About the author: Jason Sizemore is a writer and editor who lives in Lexington, KY. He owns Apex Publications, an SF, fantasy, and horror small press, and has twice been nominated for the Hugo Award for his editing work on Apex Magazine. Stay current with his latest news and ramblings via his Twitter feed handle @apexjason.
Book Synopsis for Irredeemable: Flowing like mists and shadows through the Appalachian
Mountains come 18 tales from the mind of Jason Sizemore. Weaving together
elements of southern gothic, science fiction, fantasy, horror, the
supernatural, and much more, this diverse collection of short stories brings
you an array of characters who must face accountability, responsibility, and,
more ominously, retribution.
Whether it is Jack Taylor readying
for a macabre, terrifying night in The Sleeping Quartet, the Wayne brothers and
mischief gone badly awry in Pranks, the title character in The Dead and Metty
Crawford , or the church congregation and their welcoming of a special visitor
in Yellow Warblers, Irredeemable introduces you to a range of ordinary people
who come face to face with extraordinary situations.
Whether the undead, aliens, ghosts,
or killers of the yakuza, dangers of all kinds lurk within the darkness for
those who dare tread upon its ground. Hop aboard and settle in, Irredeemable
will take you on an unforgettable ride along a dark speculative fiction road.
Author Links:
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Twitter:
@apexjason
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