Thursday, October 19, 2017

Jared's Evolution, following your heart, and why BDSM?

I have a new book release!!! YAY. I will start off by saying I'm incredibly proud of this book. I was scared to write it but passionate about writing it and it feels really good to have followed my heart. Jared and Kieran's journey means a lot to me...that being said, I KNOW it isn't for everyone. If you're not interested in BDSM or Daddy Kink, you likely will not enjoy this book. I put the warning in the blurb, because I wanted everyone to know what they were getting into. I created the "Desires Unleashed Collection" with a logo so people would know what they're getting into. If you see one of my books with the logo and you don't enjoy BDSM or kink, you might want to skip that book. BUT, if you see a new book without that logo, you can expect the Riley you've been used to over the years.

I wrote a little something on my Facebook page, and I thought I'd share it with you guys. It gives you a bit of an idea on how I feel and this book.


I've had a few people ask me why BDSM? Why now?

First, let me start by saying no reader should ever read something they’re not interested in. I get it. I want to read books I think I’ll enjoy and you likely do too…but on the flipside, all writers should also write what they’re interested in, what they’re passionate about. Because someone has never written something before, that doesn’t mean the interest hasn’t always been there…and if it’s a new interest, that’s okay too.

I can’t write something if my heart isn’t into it. Writing comes from love and passion for me so if I write something…I’m passionate about it and not doing it for trends, shock value or anything else. The question on why to write this or that just doesn’t sit well to me, even when I KNOW the people asking mean no offense. But it feels like…why would you write this weird, different thing when you could write vanilla and that reminds me of times myself and good friends have been asked by publishing…since the book isn't about race, why write this black character when they could be white? Or getting asked why write m/m when you could be writing m/f (real questions I've gotten)? The second I’m not writing with my heart, that means I shouldn’t be writing.

From the beginning of my career I’ve always written what is in my heart, and I’ve always believed everyone should see themselves in the stories they read. Even back to my early days of YA before there were hashtags for diversity, I wrote diverse characters. We need books for everyone and I’ve always tried not to limit myself in which stories I tell, even if it’s something new for me. There’s always a need for different stories. And sometimes…a character is black not because it’s a race story…but just because that’s who they are. Sometimes a character is gay not because it’s a coming out story…but just because it’s who they are. Sometimes a character practices BDSM just because that’s who they are too. (actually, I should say most of the time in all of these situations instead of sometimes)

The truth is, I’ve wanted to write this book for a long time. The truth is, this story came from my heart in a big way. Maybe five years ago, I never would have seen myself writing this book but that’s the beauty in being human…and in books, IMO. We grow and learn and change—much like Jared does in the book. I’ve learned SO much about myself through reading and writing. My viewpoints and world has been opened in so many ways. I feel more secure in who I am as a person, in ways I never have before. It’s funny how those things happen when you don’t realize they’re happening…but man, pretty incredible too.

We’re all evolving all the time—or we should be. As writers, our books evolve. As readers, our reading tastes often evolve, which doesn’t necessarily mean leaving the old behind—just expanding to see and share and experience MORE things, which I think is important. Certain topics are being written about and read about more because…well, I think because we’re seeing that we don’t have to keep ideas, thoughts and feelings locked away because they aren’t the popular opinion or because they're "different". We’re seeing it’s okay to talk about and do things that everyone might not understand…but they don’t have to understand, really. That’s okay as long as we respect those differences in people.

So…I wrote this book because it means a lot to me. I wrote it because I’m passionate about it. I wrote it because it explores topics that I feel strongly about. I wrote it knowing that it wouldn’t sell as well and not as many people would be interested in it, because it was important to me. Does that mean I’ll be writing all kink now? Nope! That’s why I started the Desires Unleashed collection. When you see that logo, you know what you’re getting into. If that isn’t your thing, that’s fine. Just keep going and hopefully pick up the next book. If that logo isn’t on a Riley novel, then you know what to expect as well.


Like I said, everyone should read what they're interested in. If you think you'd enjoy it, I hope you give it a try. If it's not your thing, I hope you'll give my next book that isn't "Desires Unleashed" a chance. There are SO many stories to tell--kink and not kink. So many stories to read--kink and not kink. How lucky are we to have so many incredible stories to choose from? How lucky am I to be able to follow my muse, wherever she takes me, and to write stories I'm proud of?

My next single author book that isn't part of Desires Unleashed will be the second Last Chance book, coming early 2018.

For now, those who are interested in kink and BDSM, here's a little about Jared.

He wants to dominate me…to discipline me. He wants me to call him Daddy…

I’ve always taken care of myself—worked hard to become king of the courtroom and excel in the cutthroat business of winning cases. I’m fierce…brutal…confident. I’m a lie. Underneath my armor, I’m drowning, losing myself under the weight of life. At thirty-three years old, I should be able to handle the pressure.

My neighbor Kieran sees past my spotless suits and manufactured control to the real Jared. The one who secretly craves being dominated, to serve, and to give up control—not just in the bedroom, but in every aspect of my personal life.

I can’t want this…but I do… When I’m under Kieran’s command—spanked, rewarded and caged—I’m free. With Kieran’s care and guidance, my mind is unburdened as my body soars to new heights, and Kieran becomes what we both need him to be: Daddy.

It’s a journey of dominance and submission—of rules, schedules, security and discipline. He opens my world, teaches me, changes me…but he doesn’t let me in. It’s temporary, Daddy tells me, and I’d be wise to remember that, so I don’t get hurt.

Warning: Jared’s Evolution contains BDSM elements, domestic discipline, spanking, and daddy kink—without age play—between two consenting adults. If any of those things offend you, reading this book might not be a good idea.

Jared’s Evolution is part of the Desires Unleashed collection. Some books in this collection will have darker themes. Please be aware Desires Unleashed are er*tic and not your typical Riley Hart romance. You can expect the mental and emotional journey to be led by the physical/s*xual moments—which will be intense, frequent and kinky.

Available exclusively from Amazon.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Halloween Themed either or questions with Ba, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Today we answer a baker's dozen Halloween themed either or questions.

1. Googly eyes or devil eyes?
2. Candy Corn or Mellowcream Pumpkins?
3. Fun size chocolate bars or fun size chip bags?
4. Pumpkin Spice Latte or Mulled Cider?
5. Bats or Mummies?
6. Vampires or Werewolves?
7. Horror novels or horror movies?
8. Ghosts or skeletons?
9. Psychological boo or gross factor?
10. Dusk or dawn?
11. Hatchet or chainsaw?
12. Teeth or claws?
13. Trick or treat?

1. Devil eyes.
2. Candy corn!!!
3. Chocolate!
4. Anything with coffee.
5. Mummies.
6. Yes, please.
7. Novels, assuming something happens. I like it when things happen.
8. Ghosts.
9. PG-13 is the perfect horror movie rating. BOO!
10. Dawn.
11. Chainsaw, baybee.
12. Claws.
13. I'm always a treat.

1..Googly eyes. You can put them in the bushes and scare the kids.
2. Mallowcream if they have chocolate ones. If not, candy apple candy corn
3. Chocolate for sure
4 Pumpkin spice latte
5 Bats- they eat bugs
6 werewolves.... I write both though
7 both are good!
8. Ghosts
9. Psychological!
10. Dawn is prettier
11 Hatchet-- my mom was a woodsman
12. Teeth
13. Treat

1. Devil's eyes. Or googly devil's eyes. 🙂
2. Candy corn - if only I could still have sugar!
3. Chip bags. I can eat chips!
4. Coffee. What? That's not a choice?
5. Mummies.
6. Werewolves. I'm all about the shifters.
7. Oh, tough one! Horror novels.
8. Ghosts. Boo!
9. Psychological scares are better!
10. Dusk. Because it's dusky.
11. Chainsaws. The go vrrrooommm!
12. Teeth. So many varieties. Vamp teeth. Were teeth. Narwal teeth. What? They have teeth.
13. Treat, every time!

1. Googly eyes or devil eyes?  -- googly eyes! I currently have a pair of them attached to the glass inner door of the house.
2. Candy Corn or Mellowcream Pumpkins?  -- I'm not very fond of either, but I don't like candy corn at all, so I'm going to say the mellowcream pumpkins
3. Fun size chocolate bars or fun size chip bags?  -- fun size chocolate bars - I like way more chips at a single sitting than you get in a fun size bag
4. Pumpkin Spice Latte or Mulled Cider? -- I don't do lattes so it's mulled cider for me.
5. Bats or Mummies? -- Mummies! Especially if they're in The Mummy movie (the one with Oded Fehr)
6. Vampires or Werewolves? -- werewolves - by a hair ;)
7. Horror novels or horror movies? -- Horror novels. I find most horror movies too scary.
8. Ghosts or skeletons?  -- ghosts for the win!
9. Psychological boo or gross factor?  -- psychological boo gets me every time, while gross factor is just gross
10. Dusk or dawn?  -- depends - I prefer night to day so that's a vote for dusk, but I love dawn for the brilliant skies
11. Hatchet or chainsaw?  -- again it depends on what I'm using them for but I guess a chainsaw would be easier to cut a zomebie's head off with
12. Teeth or claws?  -- claws!
13. Trick or treat?  -- trick and treat

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Monday, October 16, 2017

Let's talk romance... by Cardeno C.

Happy Monday! I love writing romance stories that make readers happy. Because readers are a critical part of my writing life, I want to include readers in a post I'm contributing to the Boy Meets Boy Reviews November Unicorn Celebration. If you'd like to be part of the post, please use this form to share with me any thoughts related to my books: favorite couples, series, scenes, or secondary characters--I want to hear from you! 

As a thank you, all submitted reader thoughts enter you to win one of my audiobooks.

Have a terrific week.


Saturday, October 14, 2017

My Work In Progress by S.C. Wynne

Morning, all! I'm a little late today because it's my birthday and I got distracted! lol 

I have the third book in my Mpreg series; Bodyguards and Babies, coming out toward the end of this month. It's Pierce's story. Here's a little snippet  of My Surprise Omega Baby, to wet your appetite.


Pierce MacPherson is a solar eclipse omega with a chip on his shoulder. He was in a horrible relationship where his alpha sold him to other alphas for their pleasure, and now that he's free, he definitely has a thing against alphas.

Seth Rider works for Shield and he's an alpha with no desire to settle down with one woman. But when he discovers that a one night stand eight years ago produced a daughter he'd never heard of, he steps up to the challenge.

The problem is, Seth doesn't know the first thing about raising a kid. Pierce has some experience working with kids and when they meet, Pierce is guilted in to helping out for a week. It's only supposed to be one week. But when Seth starts having unusual sexual feelings toward Pierce, things get a little complicated. And when the two men give into their urges, and Pierce gets pregnant, things get even more muddled.


We’d agreed Pierce would stay with me while Emily was here because my hours were so screwy at work. I made up the other guest room for Pierce, making sure he had clean towels. I also took the liberty of putting his backpack on his bed, since he’d left it on the couch in the front room. I went back to studying my new client’s bio, but by eleven o’clock my eyes were tired and I closed my laptop down. The two of them were still talking quietly in Emily’s room and I tried to listen in. I felt like the only way I’d find anything out about Emily was if I did it without her knowing I was around. She was way too shut off with me. But their voices were soft, so I crept out of my office and I stood in the hallway listening.

“Mommy didn’t come home a lot of nights,” Emily said.

“Were you alone then?” Pierce asked quietly.

“Mostly. Sometimes she’d have our neighbor Ted watch me. But he wasn’t always available. I didn’t like being alone because the apartment seemed to have so many creaky noises at night.”

“Was it her job that kept her out?”

“Sometimes.” Her voice was soft.

The vulnerability in her tone made my heart hurt. I felt guilty that I’d never been there for her, even though I knew it wasn’t really my fault.

“Pierce… how did your mommy die?” She asked.

There was a small silence and then Pierce said, “Suicide.”

Emily gasped. “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. She was really depressed when my dad went to prison again. I think taking care of me was just too much for her on her own.”

“But that’s what mommies do.”

He gave a little laugh. “Most of them. Mine was different.”

“My mommy was lonely. I think that’s why she liked to go out a lot with those men.” She sniffed. “I miss her.”

There was a rustling and I suspected Pierce had hugged Emily. “It’s okay. Of course you miss her.

But your daddy wants to take good care of you and keep you safe.”

“He doesn’t want me.”

“What?” Pierce’s voice went up. “That’s not true. He was really happy and excited when he learned about you.”

My face warmed at Pierce’s lie. I’d been freaked out and selfish when I’d first found out about Emily. I was ashamed that my first thought had been how a kid would change my life. But now that I’d met Emily, and she wasn’t just this faceless stranger, I definitely felt protective toward her. And I did want to get to know her and make her happy. I wasn’t sure how to go about that, since she seemed almost afraid of me, but that was what I wanted.

“Do you really think so?” Emily’s voice was husky with emotion.

“I do. I know so. He’s a good man.”

I was surprised at how complimentary Pierce was being. Maybe this was just what he said about all the parents when the kids needed comfort. Because he hadn’t seemed that impressed with me when we’d first met.

“His house is pretty,” Emily said.

“Give him a chance. I think you’ll see he’s a good daddy.”


I heard the springs of the bed and I rushed back to my office. I didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping. I sat at my desk and pretended to be going through a desk drawer when Pierce popped his head in my office.

“I’m going to go to bed now.” I couldn’t tell from his expression if he suspected I’d been listening in.

“Oh, okay.” I stood for some odd reason. “Goodnight then.”

He hesitated and then he walked into the room. “She’ll warm up to you.”

His sympathetic tone bugged me a little. I didn’t want him feeling sorry for me, but I also knew he was trying to be nice. “I’m sure you’re right.”

He shifted uneasily as if he a wanted to leave, but still felt like he should say something else. “She’s a sweet kid. She just doesn’t know what will happen and so she’s scared. I think she’s afraid you’ll quit on her.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because she’s a kid who’s been passed around from grown-up to grown-up who didn’t really want to be bothered with her.”

“If I didn’t want her here, she wouldn’t be here.” I lifted my chin. “The only reason I wasn’t in her life from the beginning was I didn’t know about her.”

“I hope that’s true.”

“Why would I lie?”

His eyes darted to my face. “Because you’d look like a jerk otherwise.”

I bristled. “Do you seriously think I knew about her all this time, but just didn’t want to be bothered?”

He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first dad to do that.”

“That didn’t happen.”

“I guess it seems weird her mom wouldn’t have reached out sooner. Kids ain’t cheap. Why wouldn’t her mom at least have hit you up for some child support?”

My face felt tight as I gave a little smile. “I didn’t shirk my responsibilities toward Emily. I didn’t know about her. Period.”


“I’m kind of insulted you’d think otherwise.”

“Don’t get pissed. Alphas aren’t known for their selflessness.”

“Bullshit. Alphas take care of their omegas.” I scowled. “Look at Riley and Colin.”

He chuffed. “Jury is still out on that one, if you ask me.”

I shook my head, trying to stamp down my irritation. “They’re solid. Riley treats Colin like gold.”

He gave a raspy laugh. “What a surprise, an alpha standing up for an alpha.”

“Colin was my friend first. If I’m biased toward anyone, it’s Colin. But I can see how great Riley is.”

“I don’t want to argue. I only wanted to reassure you that, odds are, Emily will warm up to you eventually.”

“Thanks.” He’d just spent the last minute insulting me, so it took a little work to force that word from my tight throat.

He moved closer and his eyes were a deep blue in the dim light. “Maybe tomorrow we can go buy the paint and some curtains to decorate her room. She needs a space of her own. Oh, and she’ll need some clothes too for school.”

“Okay.” I frowned. “Shit. Wait… I have to work.”

A little smile touched his full lips as he held out his hand. “Give me your credit card. I’ll take care of everything.”

I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and handed him my American Express card. “Remember, you’re shopping for Emily, not yourself.”

He wrinkled his brow. “Don’t worry. I don’t let alphas buy me things. Otherwise they think they own me.”

The firm press of his fingers against mine, and something about his husky voice sent an odd shiver through me. I was perplexed by why he seemed to affect me physically, when I wasn’t usually in the least bit attracted to guys. “I don’t want to own anyone.”

“That’s what they all say.”

His playful tone coaxed a grudging laugh from me. “I’m serious.”

“Uh, huh.”

Putting my hands on my hips, I shook my head. “Are you always this annoying, or am I just special?”

“Being an alpha, I’m sure you think you’re special.”

My lips twitched. “Jesus, I have to endure a week of this sass?”

“Looks like it.” He smirked as he turned to leave. “Goodnight, Seth.”

“Night, Pierce.”

I made a point of not watching him leave. No matter how tempted I was.

Hope you enjoyed that little taste! And have a wonderful rest of your weekend. :)


Friday, October 13, 2017

Prepping For GRL

Hi everyone! Well it's the weekend before GRL which means I am in a frenzy of sorting and packing. I'm so excited because I'm one of the people who LOVES GRL. This is my third year and each time it's gotten better and better.

I can't wait to see friends I've made on line and only get to see once a year. For that reason alone, I love GRL. I love spending time with other authors talking books and the craft of writing. And maybe have a drink or two or......well you get the picture.

Then there are the readers who make this all possible for loving our books and breathing life into our characters. Nothing is more exciting to an author than hearing people talk about their books and/or characters as if they're real. Which of course to me they are.

Here is where I'll be during the event next week. I arrive in Denver on Wednesday, October 18th.

Wednesday during the day are retreat events for newbies and I will be meeting with some of my virgin GRL people to give them tips on taking it all in. At 9 pm, there is a narrator panel, and I'm thrilled that Nick Russo will be reading from The Shape of You! I can't wait for you to hear him!
After the narrator panel, come find me and we'll hang out and have a drink! I'll have some special swag for you and I can't wait to meet you all and get a chance to chat.

Thursday, the official start of GRL will find me at an Author Lounge from 11:00 am to 11:45 am. Don't forget to collect stickers/stamps from each of the sponsoring authors toward the prizes to be awarded at the Wild Wild West Saturday night party.

At 2:30 Join Jaime Reese, Ethan Day and myself in our storyteller panel:

 "Not Your Mama's Contemporary Romance," where we delve into how the genre of romance has evolved over the years. There will be fun games of MMadlibs with exciting prizes, so make sure you come join us!! If you've ever played Mad Libs as a kid or at a party you KNOW how much fun these games can get!

Thursday night I can't wait to party the night away with the Cockyboys, starting at 9:30 pm!!

On Friday, my Author Lounge is also from 11:00 am to 11:45am so if you missed me the first time, now's our chance. Friday night is another dance party, and I'm sure we'll be hanging out in the lounge afterwards chatting away the hours.

Saturday is the big bookselling fair, starting at 10 am and lasting until 1:30. Make sure you come by and get some fun swag and pick up one of your favorite books. I will be selling books as well as distributing my pre-orders.

I can't wait to see new friends and old and give you all a hug.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Ask Riley

Have any questions for me? What I'm reading or writing or who my favorite characters are? I'm opening up the floor to whatever your inquiring mind might want to know ;)

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Look What's On Its Way!!!!!

Welcome to St. Giles Maryland, a quiet, rather prosperous town on the Eastern Shore where for the most part life is simple. Everyone pretty much knows each other and looks out for each other... at least they like to think so.
The town prosperity comes from the porcelain works. It employs a lot of people, provides good paying jobs, and the owner is philanthropic. The owner and richest man in town is also The Beast of St. Giles.

Taming the Beast Releases October 13.

The suspicious death of Dante Bartholomew’s wife changed him, especially in the eyes of the residents of St. Giles. They no longer see a successful businessman… only a monster they believe was involved. Dante’s horrific reputation eclipses the truth to the point that he sees no choice but to isolate himself and his heart.

The plan backfires when he meets counselor Beau Clarity and the children he works with. Beau and the kids see beyond the beastly reputation to the beautiful soul inside Dante, and Dante’s cold heart begins to thaw as they slip past his defenses. The warmth and hope Beau brings to Dante’s life help him see his entire existence—his trials and sorrows—in a brighter light.

But Dante’s secrets could rip happiness from their grasp… especially since someone isn’t above hurting those Dante has grown to love in order to bring him down.

Ask Andrew will return next week.  Please send me your questions!!!!!

Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

So if you have a question, please send it to  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

exclusive excerpts from Julia, BA and Sean

Hey y'all! New release excerpts and stuff today!

Sean Michael

The Supers


Hunting ghosts and finding more than they bargained for.

Blaine Franks is a member of the paranormal research group the Supernatural Explorers. When the group loses their techie to a cross-country move, newly graduated Flynn Huntington gets the job. Flynn fits in with the guys right off the bat, but when it comes to him and Blaine, it’s more than just getting along.

Things heat up between Blaine and Flynn as they explore their first haunted building together, an abandoned hospital. Their relationship isn’t all that progresses, though, and soon it seems that an odd bite on Blaine’s neck has become much more.

Hitchhiking ghosts, a tragic love story forgotten by time, and the mystery of room 204 round out a romance where the things that go bump in the night are real.

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Blaine made sure his hair was smooth and braided, his shirt clean. “Okay, let’s do this.”

The light from the camera came on, and Blaine put on his best smile. “Welcome to the Eugene Thurston Memorial Hospital. I’m Blaine Franks, and with my buddies Flynn, Will, Jase, and Darnell, we’re the Supernatural Explorers.”

Flynn waved when Blaine got to him but didn’t add anything as he already had the EMF reader turned on and was checking the readings.

“Let’s do this thing!” Blaine said, and they headed in.

Flynn was all business now—no more rush of questions, his focus on the results he was getting with the EMF reader.

“We’re going to check out the ER first. It was the scene of a mass shooting, shortly before the hospital closed, where eight people were killed.” Blaine knew the more grisly details they could give, the better people would like it. “A shooter came in—Dave Underwood—looking for his ex-wife, Maryann. He ended up killing her and many of her coworkers, along with two patients and himself. Tonight we’re going to try and communicate with them.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Flynn grinning and bouncing. It felt good having that positive and enthusiastic energy there. It made Blaine feel like maybe they weren’t wasting their time on a fool’s errand.

They made their way down the hall, stopping about halfway along when Flynn made a noise. “We’re getting a high reading, here by the admin offices.” Flynn moved the EMF reader around, and Blaine peered over his shoulder at the device. The needle was jumping like crazy.

“Let’s try an EVP.” Blaine turned on the recorder. “Is there anyone here with us? Maryann? Are you here?”

Flynn switched on the infrared camera and aimed it in the direction where the EMF reader had pinged. “Ask again,” Flynn suggested quietly.

“Maryann? Are you here with us? Do you have anything you’d like to say to us?” Blaine paused, giving the spirits a chance to respond. “Anything at all?”

There was a lot of creaking and groaning, but it sort of sounded more like the building settling than noises a spirit might make.

“You feeling anything?” Flynn asked, almost whispering.

“Not so far. But let’s keep running the EVP, huh?” Blaine closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “Is there anyone who wants to speak to us? Just talk into the recorder.”

Will and Flynn stayed silent. In fact, Blaine could almost hear them holding their breath.

Then Flynn spoke quietly. “I’ve got something on the infrared. Just shadows, but they suddenly appeared, and they’re moving toward you.”

Fuck. “If you need to speak to me, I’m right here.”

“One of them is responding to you. Keep talking.” Flynn took a couple of steps in his direction. Blaine didn’t know if it was for his benefit or Flynn’s.

“Tell us what you need to say. Speak right into the recorder.”

Flynn nodded and pointed to the ghostly figure on the infrared camera. It didn’t look like a person, but it was vaguely human shaped—the right height and width, even if there was no definition to it.

Blaine let the recorder run, trying as hard as he could not to either move or freak out.

The thing came closer, still visible only on the special camera. He couldn’t see anything with his naked eye. The air got cold, the drop in temperature sudden, and the image on the infrared sharpened. It was right there in the foreground now, almost on top of them.

Flynn began breathing rapidly, quick little pants that all of a sudden became visible, the air cold enough that each exhalation showed.

Then he blinked, eyes huge, and poof. The moment was gone. Disappeared.

Flynn’s cheer was quiet, but it was there, and Blaine could feel the excitement pouring from him. “That was so cool. Could you see anything? With the naked eye, I mean.”

Blaine shook his head. “No. Nothing. I felt the temperature drop. Did we get a reading?”

“Yeah. The EMF was going nuts, and you saw the thing on the infrared camera. It got damn cold there for a minute.” Flynn’s excitement was contagious. Even Will was chuckling.

“Rock on. Hopefully we’ll have some EVP too.” Damn. Damn, that had been cool.

Flynn nodded, still bouncing on the balls of his feet like a big kid.

BA Tortuga

Above the Fold - Midnight Rodeo series

Cowboy Kelly is Midnight Rodeo royalty. When his family sold the outfit to Darque and Knight, Kelly stayed on as security of sorts, using his skills as a warlock to keep the mundane world from colliding with the wild and wooly rodeo. None of his years of experience have prepared him for what happens when he meets Jon, though.

Rodeo reporter Jon keeps coming back to the Midnight Rodeo, even if he doesn’t know why. In fact, these days he can’t remember anything about his life. He just travels, following Darque and Knight across the country. When Kelly realizes that Jon has been on the receiving end of a bit of magical amnesia, he knows he has to do something. He thinks he’ll just help Jon move on, but that’s before he falls for the guy. How is Kelly supposed to help Jon get his memory back when all he wants is for Jon to stay with him forever?

Kelly Masterson watched Steve escort some guy away from the room they always set up in the arena offices, no matter where they went. He called it the warded room, and even the best magick user might still fall asleep in there.

The guy had all the telltale signs of confusion and dizziness, and Steve guided him out to the parking lot gently.

Kelly made a hmph noise and headed inside to pour a cup of coffee, which was where he found Erik.

“So what was with that dude?”

“I don’t know. He saw everything. Everything. A journalist. Creeped me right the fuck out, Kelly.”

“No shit?” He raised his eyebrows. A lot of mundanes might slip and see one or two things they shouldn’t, but everything?

“No shit. He shorted out. We had to wipe his memory and, man, it wasn’t easy.”

“How long did it take?” Kelly added cream and sugar to his cup.

“Four hours.”



“You’ll give him a frickin’ brain tumor, Erik.”

Erik grimaced, his sloe eyes sad. “I hated to do it, but he’s got some kind sight.”

“Still…” Damn. The kid was cute enough and young—too young to short him out already.

Good thing they were heading out. The guy would return to the rodeo grounds to find nothing, and he would think he dreamed it all.

Kelly shook his head. He thought that they should keep the mundanes out, totally ban them and save this sort of issue, but Cody and Phillip had bought the Mastersons out more than a century ago and they didn’t care much what their wayward son said.

They walked a razor line, though. The crowds paid handsomely, but one young reporter with the sight could put them out of business.

He shuddered to think of the ramifications of that for all of them, for their lifestyle.

“Keep an eye out for him,” Kelly said. “In Dallas, I mean.”

“You think?” Erik gave him the wide eyes.

Journalists were dogged by nature. “I think.”

“He’s forgotten everything,” Erik protested.

“Erik.” He said nothing else, but Erik nodded emphatically.

“Sure, boss. Sure.”

“Thank you.” He knew the man would be back. He knew. Not today. But soon. “Are there any doughnuts?”

“Aren’t there always? The kitchen churns them out.”

“Yeah.” They didn’t mingle with the shifters any more than they dealt with the creepers that lived in the back of the house. Their job was the crowd. That was it. Wards and glamours, crowd control and dealing with angry locals who felt invaded.

“Chocolate cream?”

“I got raspberry.” He shook his dark thoughts off. “Don’t forget. Dallas.”

“I’ll put out a memo,” Erik said. “You okay? This is no biggie.”

“Mmm.” Kelly made the noise as non-committal as he could. He had a feeling, and those were rarely wrong.

“Right. See? Memo. Memotastic.”

“Right.” He gave Erik a smile to stop the babblefest.

“You need to lighten up, boss. Seriously. You’re going to give yourself an ulcer.”

Buy it here!

Julia Talbot

When Cheri moves to Lobo Basin, all she wants is a quiet place where she doesn’t have to worry about the perils of the big city. She’s never had a lot of luck in love, so it’s a complete surprise when not one, but two beautiful local men show interest in her.

Cowboy Josh and handyman Paulo come from opposite sides of the werewolf pack that rules the town, and they had a falling out years ago over the firestorm of lust that burns between them. When they both decide they want the new girl in town, the competition heats up—and so, finally, does their sexual connection.

Cheri doesn’t know what to do with the bickering men or with the bitey little kids in her class at school. Is she terrible for wanting both Josh and Paulo? The boys don't think so, and they'e going to have to work together to win their mate and help her understand her nature—both werewolf and sexual.

Note: This is a previously published work under the title Fever for Three. 5000 words has been added to the text.

Josh knew it was totally wrong of him, but he couldn’t help himself. He left Cheri’s house and slipped around the back, hoping she hadn’t put curtains up on any of the windows yet. He just wanted one or two more glimpses of the prettiest newcomer he’d seen in an age.

Oh fuck.


There wasn’t anything hiding the rooms but those little sheer not-curtains and… Oh sweet Jesus.

He’d known that girl was hiding under those too-big clothes. He’d been damned sure. Josh just sat there with his teeth in his mouth and stared. Naked, wet, Cheri was in the bath, and she had a frickin’ vibrator in her hands.

Curvy and lush, that pretty gal was sex personified, and she made his mouth water. He chuckled at that thought. It could be mistaken if he said it out loud, at least in Lobo Basin.

“What’re you doing, vato?”

Josh almost killed himself turning around when the heel of his cowboy boot caught in a groove in the dirt. Shit. Paulo. He’d thought that asshole had left. His cheeks went hot. “Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.” Paulo’s eyes went to the window and the short little asshole groaned at the picture Cheri made.

Josh pushed him a little, shoving him away from the window. “She’s not for you.”

“She ain’t yours.” Paulo grabbed him, dragging him out toward the desert, where their trucks were parked. The grip on his arm was angry, urgent.

“I saw her first.” He knew it was petty, but it was an effective argument. He dug his boot heels in, but man, Paulo was a strong little fuck.

“Yeah. She wanted me first.”

Josh was leaving tracks in the dirt. It was getting on to dusk too, and he looked at the sky, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. His skin snapped with electricity, frustration and need rising in his blood.

“Fuck you. Moon’s coming.”

“It is.” Paulo’s voice was damn near a growl, teeth bared, and Josh could smell arousal.

It made his nose quiver, his breath starting to come hard and fast. Between the hot new girl and this man, the one he’d wanted and wanted, being right there… God, he was going to explode.

They walked out to the trucks—there wasn’t anything out here, no streetlights, nothing but caliche and heat, burning up through his boots. His cock felt like a rock in his jeans, a hot one, pressing against his zipper. God, he wanted to bite something.

“I smell you, vato.”

“Shut up.” He whacked Paulo on the arm, finally getting himself free. No one treated him like a naughty kid, as if he was being hauled to the principal’s office.

Paulo popped him right in the jaw, hard enough to sting. “No. You’re all worked up, looking at her.”

“So? So are you.” He grabbed Paulo, shook hard, then gave Paulo’s jeans a pointed look. “I wasn’t the one rubbing up on her like a puppy in the kitchen.”

“She didn’t complain.” Paulo flexed and spread, stood as if he owned the world, hands clenched into fists, hips thrust forward.

Silly man. Everyone knew cowboys were the ones who owned the world.

“How would you know? You were too busy looking at her boobs.” Josh bared his teeth, not backing down. In fact, he figured now was the time to throw a punch of his own. He missed by maybe a quarter of an inch.

Paulo rolled his eyes while dancing back, the look playful. “Uh-huh. Like we could have seen her under all those clothes.”

Josh grinned a little, in complete agreement about Cheri’s clothes. He hadn’t agreed with Paulo on anything in four years.

“She’s something else.” When Paulo said it, it came out “somet’in’”.

“She is. I want her.” He wanted Paulo too. He always had. Fucker had turned him down, which was like the elephant in the room, always there between them.

“Me too.” Paulo took a step closer to him, their chests slapping together.

“Well, you can’t have her.” He bumped a little in return, giving some aggression back.

“Watch me.” Paulo was a short little shit; one hand landed on Josh’s hip, helping Paulo stay balanced. “Hard as you are, I think you’d like that.”

Buy it here!

Hope y'all enjoy!

Julia’s is

BA’s is

Kiernan's is


Sean --

Julia --

BA --

Kiernan --

Monday, October 9, 2017

Crafting by Cardeno C.

I've had a hard time keeping positive with everything going on in the world right now and a friend suggested that I take up a hobby to help clear my mind. It started with a wreath and has grown a little from there. Here are some pics of my new hobby. I've been enjoying it tons!

Have a terrific week and find your happy.


Saturday, October 7, 2017

Authors Reviewing Other Authors By S.C. Wynne

Hello all,

I know authors are people and they, of course, are readers too. I also know there might come the occasion when they want to review a book by their peers. Maybe even a book they didn't enjoy. My advice would be tread lightly.

Now before anyone gets upset and thinks I'm saying authors shouldn't be allowed to review other authors, that isn't what I'm saying. But I am saying with that "right" comes consequences.

If you think you can tear an authors work to shreds, and still keep a warm and fuzzy relationship with them, then you're probably smoking something pretty strong. Because authors are people too. And people have feelings. If you were invited to a dinner and you didn't like the food, you have every right to scream your disgust from the rooftops. But don't expect to be asked back. Don't kid yourself into thinking because you have the "right" to give your opinion it will be appreciated.

I'm always shocked by the short sightedness of some authors who feel the need to give negative reviews to other authors in their own genre. It can't help but smack of jealousy. And when they say "I usually love so and so's work." But the only review they ever bothered to post was the negative one, it makes you wonder why they didn't also post positive reviews about the books they loved? Couldn't we all use a little more positivity in this world?

Maybe some other authors don't see things the way I do. But I think it's human nature to dislike someone who treats you callously. I think the rare individual is the one who can have someone rip their book apart and then go hang out at GRL and have a grand ol' time. God bless those of you who can.

But my advice is maybe use an alias. If you absolutely think the world needs another mean review, please for the love of all that is holy, use a freaking alias, people! Then you can still be buddies with the people you back-stab.


Friday, October 6, 2017

New Release! by Felice Stevens

Wow I missed the boat on this but I have a new release. All or Nothing, the story of my redheaded fireman, Adam Barton who first made his appearance in Beyond the Surface and Learning to Love now takes center stage to find his love interest with Rico Estevez the quiet, loyal chef and best friend of Gideon in Learning to Love. These two have chemistry that is off the charts and a sweetness to them that made me a little swoony writing their story. This is also only the second book I've written where I creid as Iwas writing it. 
I've put it for a special release week price of $3.99 and it's also in Kindle Unlimited for three months, so I hope you give them a chance!

All or Nothing (Together Book 3) by [Stevens, Felice]

Thursday, October 5, 2017

What are you reading? by Riley Hart

I'm always looking for something good to read. Fall is my favorite time to get lost in a book. I know that sounds silly--having a favorite season to read but I do. I love the leaves outside and hot chocolate or hot apple cider and a good book.

What have you read lately that you want to recommend? What upcoming reads are you looking forward to?

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Local urban legends by BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan


It's October. We could all use a little fun, so we scared up urban legends local to all of us!

BA Tortuga's Dallas area legend

So, the DFW area is chock-full of haunted shit. Seriously. Look it up. SO much fun. (I wanted to tell y'all the ghost children on the railroad tracks so bad, but that's San Antonio, so we'll have to come up with another reason to tell that one.)

My favorite Dallas spooky place? White Rock Lake.

OMG. The Lady of White Rock. She's been around forever, but the first written account of her was in 1943 by Anne Clark in "The Ghost of White Rock," from the Texas Folklore Society's 1943 publication, Backwoods to Border. It read:

One hot July night a young city couple, having driven out and parked on the shore of White Rock Lake, switched on the headlights of the car and saw a white figure approaching. As the figure came straight to the driver's window, they saw it was a young girl dressed in a sheer white dress that was dripping wet. She spoke in a somewhat faltering voice.

I'm sorry to intrude, and I would not under any other circumstances, but I must find a way home immediately. I was in a boat that overturned. The others are safe. But I must get home.

She climbed into the rumble seat, saying that she did not wish to get the young lady wet, and gave them an address in Oak Cliff, on the opposite side of Dallas. The young couple felt an uneasiness concerning their strange passenger, and as they neared the destination the girl, to avoid hunting the address, turned to the rumble seat to ask directions. The rumble seat was empty, but still wet.

After a brief, futile search for the girl in white, the couple went to the address she had given and were met at the door by a man whose face showed lines of worry. When he had heard the couple's story, the man replied in a troubled voice. "This is a very strange thing. You are the third couple who has come to me with this story. Three weeks ago, while sailing on White Rock Lake, my daughter was drowned."


Tons of people have reported seeing her and even worse (better?), tons of people have drowned in the lake, including a plane crashing into the lake.

Now for the best part? THE GOATMAN! OMG!


7 feet tall, hairy, huge horns.


What more could you possibly need?

Kiernan Kelly

The Jersey Devil

Growing up in New Jersey, I heard lots of urban legends and ghost stories, but perhaps the most famous of them all is the story of the Jersey Devil. There’ve been several movie adaptations (none of them very good), but here’s how I always heard the story.

The Pine Barrens are located along the southern Jersey shore, just south of Toms River. They are exactly what they sound like – a long stretch of forest barren of anything but tall, skinny pine trees and brambly underbrush. Sometime in the mid-to-late 1700s, there lived a woman known to the locals as Mother Leeds, who made her home in a rickety shack in the Barrens. No one knew who Mother Leeds’s husband was, but most believed she was a witch who was wed to the devil, himself. In any case, Mother Leeds gave birth to twelve children, all of whom were born after long hours of bone-shattering labor. The twelfth child left her so weak, she barely survived. When she found herself pregnant with a thirteenth child, she cursed it, calling for the devil to take it.

Evidently, the devil heard and accepted her child as his own, because the child was born with bat wings, horns, and hooved feet. As soon as the baby was born, it attacked the midwife and tore her throat out, then flew up the chimney and out into the night.

Soon after, children began to go missing from nearby towns and farms. Often all that was found of them was a piece of bloodied clothing…and the print of hooved feet in the dirt.

Lots of people claim to have seen the Jersey Devil, and there are many theories seeking to explain the origin of the story. The most prevalent one is that sometime in the 1800’s, a family of squatters made a home deep in the Barrens, eking out a living by scratch farming and begging. Then the parents died, one after the other, either through an accident or illness, leaving their children to starve. The children went mad, and driven by desperation, began killing whoever they could catch and eating them. Thus a clan of interbred, mutated cannibals was born, and their descendants still live in the Barrens to this day.


Sean Michael

I grew up in Montreal, so I chose a ghost story from there.

This story harkens back to 1879.

One night, prostitutes Mary Gallagher and Susan Kennedy picked up a dock worker and took him home to Susan’s place where they drank three bottles of whiskey between them. Supposedly flying into a jealous rage when their customer showed Mary too much attention, Susan killed her and then cut her head off.

Police were called in by neighbours who heard a loud thud and the sounds of chopping and chiselling. When they arrived, the cops found Mary’s head by the stove and a blood-splattered Susan in her bed. Susan was convicted and sentenced to 16 years in jail.

Every seven years, on the night of June 26 – when Mary was murdered – crowds gather outside of what used to be 242 William St to watch for Mary’s ghost. They say she’s looking for her head. The next sighting is expected in 2019.

Julia Talbot

I thought about la Llorona, because she's a New Mexico staple, but I chose the Boy Scout ranch instead.

This paranormal story involves the Urraca Mesa in the Philmont Scout Ranch (owned by the Boy Scouts of America). The mesa is creepy for quite a few reasons. First, compasses don't work there. Second, it's been struck by lightening more than any other location in New Mexico. Third, it's widely believed to be a gateway to Hell by Navajo tradition.

According to Navajo beliefs, the mesa was once a battleground between humans and the supernatural forces of darkness. This violent battle opened up a portal to hell, and only certain protective cat totems stand in the way of it opening entirely.

Visitors of the area have seen strange creatures. They've also heard creepy voices, and they've even seen a floating blue light above the mesa.

Julia’s is

BA’s is

Kiernan's is


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Kiernan --

Monday, October 2, 2017

Ask CC (10.02.17) by Cardeno C.

Happy Monday! It's time for an Ask CC post,

QUESTION: Could you update us fans regularly on what you're working on? We'd love to anticipate future books of yours :D Thanks
CC: Yes, I need to be better about that! I actually have a place for it on my website but I take so long to write books that it seems like it languishes. I'll try to do better. 
QUESTION: Some side characters should have their own story (I'll take novellas too :p) so I was thinking of Bill from Perfect Imperfections. Just find him someone as pervy as him hihihi.
CC: I don't have plans to write Bill a story but you're right, it'd be a hoot!
QUESTION: Do you have plans to write more in the Siphon series? If so, who will the next story involve and when would you expect it to be written/released?
CC: I do have plans to write more Siphon books. They will each be about a different couple. As for when ... not for a bit yet.
QUESTION: Hi. I just finished Smitty's Sheriff (glad to see Todd get his HEA). Will there be a HEA for DJ and a certain bar owner? Thanks!
CC: So glad you like Smitty's Sheriff! Yes, those characters will get their HEA. Eventually. ;)
QUESTION: Hello CC, A few days ago, I wanted to purchase one of your novels from Kobo books, where I have purchased several previous works. I was disappointed to find that most of your books appear only to be available on Amazon at this time. Amazon still advertises on Breitbart, so I will not be giving them any future book dollars. This also means I will not be giving you book dollars.
CC: I agree with you about those ads and I hope Amazon stops doing it. So many of us have written them but it's hard to influence such a large company. In the meantime, I have links on my website to where you can buy my books outside of Amazon if you're interested.

QUESTION: Hi, you've probably been asked this a million times. But will you write Jacks sorry from Not a Game?
CC: I will! I LOVED writing Jack and I look forward to visiting him again.

Have a terrific week!


Saturday, September 30, 2017

New Release: Guarding My Heart by S.C. Wynne

Hello, all!

I had a new release last week. Well, actually a new re-release. If that's a thing. I added over twenty thousand words and I completely rewrote the ending. It's even in Kindle Unlimited, which i usually only do with re-releases so far.

Here's the blurb:

Liam Carlington is a spoiled rich kid. He’s been acting out since his childhood love, Paul devastated him by marrying a woman. Liam drops out of college and is drinking and partying way too much. When his current bodyguard is injured in a bar fight, a new bodyguard replaces him. 

His new protector, Scott Jackson is gorgeous, and tough. He’s back after a break from the job after losing a client. He’s attracted to his new charge, and Liam is aggressive about how much he would love to get Scott in bed. But Scott is worried Liam is just a using him for a sexual fling.

As the two men grow closer, it becomes obvious the threats against Liam's life are horribly real. Both men can't help but wonder if they'll even live long enough to figure out their feelings toward each other.

Hope you all enjoy the book. I'm working on the third Mpreg book right now in my Bodyguards and Babies series.


Thursday, September 28, 2017

Up for the Challenge

Did you hear? I have a new book out with Devon McCormack. UP FOR THE CHALLENGE is available now exclusively from Amazon.


I'm not used to anyone having the upper hand over me, and in a single night, Sean Wright rescues me twice. That's why he intrigues me--why for the first time, I want another man. I'm used to getting what I want, and I don't plan to let anything stop me. Only...he continues to get the best of me, and it only makes me want him more. When I start to see Sean's not just good looks, hot sex, and constant competition, I realize I'm in over my head...and I might like it. He makes me laugh, and he understands the pain I feel over my past, a pain we share. Even more than that, somehow, Sean gets me, but I'm not going to lie and pretend that giving my heart doesn't scare me.


The night I rescued the presumably straight Ethan Harris...twice, I figured that would be the last time I saw him. However, he keeps finding his way back into my life and into my bed. Guess he wasn't as straight as I thought. Ethan's full of surprises, though, and being bi is just one of them. As cocky as he can be, he's also sharp and witty...and even when he's being his most arrogant self, he's charming as hell. He likes to win, but so do I. However, as we get to know each other, I realize there's more to us than the games we play in and out of the bedroom. It's a game neither of us have played before--one we could both wind up losing. And with our hearts on the line, the real question is, when push comes to shove, are we both up for the challenge?

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Ask Andrew - Author Influence

Dear Andrew

Who were the three authors who most influenced you?"


Dear Dawn

I have been influenced by many authors and its hard to pick just three.  However I'm going to try.

Ariel Tachna is the first.  I read much of her work, especially early on when I was starting to write romance.  It touched me and I loved the stories, but I also read those book for craft and story development.  They helped me learn what made a good romance and how to structure my stories to help make them more interesting.

Clive Cussler.  I read all his Dirk Pitt books for years. They had action, drama, and excitement.  I really enjoyed them and have tried to put elements of those mysteries and excitement into my stories.  I love it when I can make my own heard pound in my work because hopefully it will translate to the reader.

Rhianne Alle  She was one of the very first authors that I got to meet and talk to in person.  I was blessed enough to have bene able to sit down and talk to her about story and craft.  She took the time to help me develop and grow my stories, providing insight and help along the way.  I will forever be grateful to her and for all those authors who have been part of my life.

Hugs and Love Always

Ask Andrew is your chance to ask questions of a gay romance author.  The questions can be about the writing process in general, writing sex scenes, gay men, sex, characters in romance, characters having sex... okay you probably get the picture.    I promise to answer your questions as frankly and with as much humor as I possibly can.

So if you have a question, please send it to  This is different from my usual email so your questions don't get lost.  I will answer one question a week.

Please remember this is meant to be all in fun.  (I was going to say good, clean fun, but who wants that.)    So send me your questions and let's see what mischief we can get into.

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Monday, September 25, 2017

Kneeling by Cardeno C.

Kneeling shows deference and respect - proposing marriage, praying. Players kneeling during the anthem show their respect for what our country promises to be and remind us that the respect isn't yet given equally to all who live here, in particular people of color. They do so because they have a platform and some level of power others don't. They do so because they want you to hear them.

If you can't see that, consider listening more. Then listen again. And then again.

Remember that Rosa Parks wasn't protesting transportation. Remember that the people at the diner counters weren't protesting food. Remember Reverend King's words as he sat in a Birmingham jail for protesting. Remember yourself as a child when you first heard these stories and wondered how anyone could have gotten angry at these people, these causes, these protests.

And then look at what you're saying and doing now. How are you using the platforms and power available to you to help others?


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Keeping Calm by S.C. Wynne

Morning all!

Do you find yourself not watching the news?  I used to watch MSNBC every night and I've noticed lately I don't even want to look. It's like that scene in Aliens when the creature is about to eat Ripley and the little girl she's holding, and she says to the child, "Don't look, baby." lol

There is just so much going on from earthquakes in Mexico, N. Korea beating it's chest and Hurricane fill in the blank threatening our coasts. It's almost impossible for me to watch the news and keep an upbeat attitude. And I think keeping a positive attitude is critical. It's critical for my mental health and it's important if only to keep focused on the things that matter; family, friends etc.

One thing that I do is I lose myself in movies and books. I absolutely love Agatha Christie's Poirot series and I could watch and rewatch those over and over. The sets and the acting are so beautifully done it just relaxes me instantly.

What do you do that helps you relax? Do you read? Go out with friends? Hide in a cave and cry into a hanky? lol

Let me know!


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Fall questions with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean

Hey y'all!

BA is out of the hospital for now, and the Mayo clinic is supposed to call. Thanks to all for all the well wishes and help!

Today we did some fun fall Qs

Pumpkin Spice, yes or no?

Favorite apple thing.

Cinnamon rolls or blueberry muffins?

Turkey or ham?

Coffee or hot chocolate, and what's your favorite flavor of it?


1. Ew. Pumpkins are meant to be carved or baked into pies, not drunk.

2. Baked apples with cinnamon and brown sugar, or honeycrisp apples in salad.

3. Blueberry muffins. Yum!

4. Turkey. I look forward to Thanksgiving every year just for the leftvovers.

5. Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeeshutupcoffee. French Quarter blend, with chicory, please!


1. Sure, but I want it with 1/2 the sweet, almond milk, and an extra shot of espresso

2. Apple piei!

3. Blueberry muffins

4. Yes please.

5. Coffee. Totally coffee. UItterly coffee. I love them all.


1. Yes, but not on absolutely everything – it does not belong on many things that it is now being put on. For instance – not in my white hot chocolate. Please!

2. I like apples just as they are. Give me a good crisp MacIntosh or a Spartan and I am happy.

3. Cinnamon rolls for sure.

4. Eh, neither is my favorite. If the question had been turkey or pork, I totally would have said pork, no question. I like turkey once or twice a year with gravy, and then in a sandwich the next day. Ham I love with a good glaze on it, especially if there are crispy caramelized bits.

5. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t even like coffee flavour in anything. So yes, hot chocolate, and I prefer the white hot chocolate with whip from Second Cup, please.

Heh, I started and ended with white hot chocolate - maybe it's time to head to Second Cup....


Yes. I love it in all sorts of things, even Febreeze

Apple pie with ice cream

Both. Though blueberry muffins are easier gluten free

Turkey. My girl cooks them all winter

Coffee. Adult hot chocolate is good though



Julia’s is

BA’s is

Kiernan's is


Sean --

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Kiernan --

Monday, September 18, 2017

Contemporary, Sexy Romance Novel - On Sale for 99¢! by Cardeno C.



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Arching his eyebrows and twisting his lips in amusement, Reg said, “You’re saying you chose your musical instrument based on sex, which you don’t even like all that much?”
“That’s only one part of what I said. And besides, it was more the idea of sex. I started playing guitar when I was in middle school. It’s not like I’d done the deed at that point.”
“Okay, fine.” Reg rolled his eyes. “You chose to play guitar for a living because of theoretical sex and fame?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy nodded. “That’s about right.”
Sighing, Reg shook his head. “You can hear yourself, right?”
Jeremy wriggled around until he was comfortable and then lay on his side, facing Reg. “It’s not a weird answer, believe it or not. I bet most guitar players have the same two reasons, along with, ‘Because it looks cool.’ The only difference is they won’t admit it. I’m not screaming it from the rooftops either; usually I give some spiel about being inspired by my father. But you asked me for the truth, and you’re my pretend boyfriend, so I gave it to you.”
With a chuckle, Reg said, “Are you always one hundred percent honest in your pretend relationships?”
“This is my first one, so, yeah.”
“Fair enough. How about in your real relationships? Are you always completely honest?”
It didn’t take long for Jeremy to come up with several examples of situations when he’d been less than honest with his ex-girlfriends. “No. I haven’t always been honest.”
“Why not?”
After giving it some thought, Jeremy realized the fundamental reason was always the same. “It’s easier that way.”
“How do you mean?”
“I told you how it is with people in this industry. They’re not with me because of me, and even if they are, it’s a small part. Mostly, it’s the mystique of dating a musician or someone famous, or a hope that they’ll elevate their own careers. With people like that, there’s inevitable disappointment because what they came into the relationship wanting and what they end up getting aren’t the same thing. The last thing I need to do is add to that frustration and resentment and guarantee some tell-all exposé. So instead of being brutally honest, I spew the garbage they want to hear.”
Reg cleared his throat and licked his lips. “Uh, JJ, I don’t think what you’re describing is a real relationship.”
“What do you mean? Sure they are. Some people stick it out longer than others, but usually we stay together for close to a year at least. That’s a decent length of time for a relationship.”
“I know. But like with my brother and his wife, they fight and stuff, but they’re in it together. It’s not about what they can get from each other. Even my parents, before my dad died, they were like a team. Do you get what I’m saying?”
In theory, Jeremy knew, but that wasn’t his reality. “It’s not like that when you live your life in the spotlight.”
“I’m sorry,” Reg said, and he looked sad as he said it. “That must be really hard and lonely.”
“It’s fine.” Jeremy shrugged. “It’s all I know.”
Reg squared his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. It was his determined stance. Jeremy had seen it whenever the man was about to embark on a challenge nobody else would dare try. He had seen Reg dive off a bridge against the advice of the bungee-jump operator because his cord was so long that most of his body dipped into the lake underneath, face included. His expression had looked exactly the same when he had jumped off, and when he had bounced back, he had been smiling from ear to ear.
“Not anymore,” Reg said.
“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked.
“You’re with me now, so that won’t be all you know.”
“Uh, I don’t under—”
“I’m going to show you what it means to have a real relationship, JJ.” Reg paused and grinned. “Even if it is pretend.”

Have a terrific week!