Discover Marsha R. West’s Vermont Escape/Win Goodies

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Vermont Escape by Marsha R. West

Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Categories: Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Museitup Publishing

Release Date: July 19, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 85,600

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Description:

It’s been two years since Jill Barlow’s husband was murdered. Being attracted to someone new isn’t what she expected when, after her father’s recent murder, she fled to Vermont.

A terrifying series of break-ins shatter the peace she’d sought. Jill shields her adult children from knowing the gambling syndicate will kill again for the damming evidence she possesses.

With the lives of family and friends at stake, will Jill be required to make even more sacrifices?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:

Jerrod waited in the Woodstock Inn library, pretending to read. He couldn’t stop thinking how Jill had hung up on him. Click. The noise rang in his ears. Her voice had been just-woke-up-croaky when she first spoke. It wasn’t until the end of the conversation she hit her I’m-awake-and-in-charge-tone.

“Jerrod.”

He glanced up and rose. The magazine fell to the table. Jill wore black pants and a matching long-sleeved sweater hinting at curves. For such a small person, she had a great build.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” She raised her chin just a touch. Every bit the lady and no trace of a hoarse voice.

Her hair was pulled back into the low ponytail she seemed to favor. Simple gold hoops hung from her ears. She wore no rings and only a watch on her left wrist. Nothing flashy about her. Used to judging potential jurors, it only took seconds for him to take in the whole package. His groin  tightened. What the hell?

He had trouble finding words. Finally, he said, “No problem.”

“Let’s get something to drink, and then we can talk.” She led the way to the Solarium where they both ordered coffee.

Jerrod settled into one of the large leather wingbacks in the library. Jill sat on the edge of the chair next to him. He stared at her rose-colored lips when she took a tentative sip and her throat when she swallowed. He jerked his gaze away.

“I’m sure you must be busy. Why did you ask to meet? Frankly, I’ve had the feeling I’m not one of your favorite people.”

Well, she was honest about some things. “Let me apologize again for my behavior.”

“Apology accepted. Now what do you want to discuss?”

The woman was all business. Jerrod leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. “I don’t want you to buy Crystal Rainbows.” Her eyelids batted the way they would if a gnat attacked. Before she could respond, he went on. “I know who you are.”

Color drained from her face. Her hand trembled when she set down her cup. “Well, of course you know who I am.” Her words came out in a rush. “Your mother introduced us.”

Her voice rose to higher pitch than normal. He gave her credit for attempting the bluff.

“Did you assume no one would check up on you?”

She hopped up at his words, paced in front of the chairs. He went on. “You’ve had an interesting couple of years.” He stood, stepped in front of her. “Did you leave Texas because you killed your husband and father?”

The sting from her hand slapping his jaw stunned him. He never saw it coming. She spun around and brushed past startled guests. She had quite a swing on her. He rubbed his face, and then rushed after her.

By the time he got to the stairs, she’d reached the bottom and pushed open the door. She headed for the gardens behind the inn.

No way out that direction, sweetheart.

The air cooled his stinging cheek. His beard helped cushion the blow, but she’d let him have it. Halfway across the gardens, he caught up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her around in front of him. Pain-filled eyes and streaming tears grabbed his heart, but he held on. After fumbling for a handkerchief, he offered it, and she swiped at her face.

“Let go of me.” She spat the words between clenched teeth. Struggled to pull away.

Jerrod tightened his grip and shepherded her toward the back part of the gardens to benches under tall oak trees. He needed privacy. When they reached the secluded grotto, he released her but blocked the path to the inn.

“What do you want with me?” Her breath hitched, and she rubbed her arm where he’d held her.

“Damn. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Are you—are you going to kill me?” She backed away, her gaze darted around. Probably looking for a way to escape. She put the bench between them, her arms extended in supplication. “Please, don’t hurt my kids. I’ll do whatever you want, if you leave them alone. I beg you.”

mwest-authorphoto About the Author

Marsha R. West, a retired elementary school principal, is also a former school board member and theatre arts teacher. She writes romantic suspense, where experience is required. Her heroes and heroines, struggling with life and loss, are surprised to discover second chances at love.

Marsha, lives in Texas with her supportive lawyer husband. They’ve raised two daughters who’ve presented them with three delightful grandchildren. She admits to being at the beck and call of two dogs, who run her home. She loves to travel and sometimes those places wind up as a setting in her books.

She’s currently editing her latest work in progress and enjoying the experience of her first book launch.

Connect with Marsha R. West

Website: http://www.marsharwest.com/

Blog: http://www.marsharwest.com/category/blog/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marsha.r.west

Twitter: https://twitter.com/marsharwest

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Welcome Viola Ryan

themarkofabel200x300Hi and welcome to my blog, Viola Ryan. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  

Thank you, boys.  Is it hot in here or is it just me?

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?  

My debut release is The Mark of Abel. In it Lucifer struggles to determine what’s more important–redemption or his heart. It reimagines the Judeo-Christian stories many of us were raised with to combine the Bible with the paranormal. Lucifer is the first vampire. Lilith is his mistress of hell and the mother of his twins. His best friend is Mary Magdalene.

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your books is released? 

I am head over heels in love with my cover. I had it made into a fleece blanket. Lucifer’s head is bigger than mine. I love wrapping myself up in it.

What influenced you to get published? How long did it take for your first book to get published?

Romance Writers of America was a huge help.I  joined the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal on-line chapter and really  learned my craft. They taught me how to write and all about publishing. I started writing The Mark of Abel during National Novel Writing Month 2007. It went through a lot of revisions before I was happy with it. The first book takes a long time because you are learning how you write as you write it. The sequel is coming much quicker.

Do you have a book that was easiest to write or one that was the hardest?

The Mark of Abel went through so many complete revisions, I consider it five books. It even had five different titles. I started writing it as a pantser/stream of consciousness. Taming it was quite a task. I never wanted to go through that again, so I took every workshop I could on plotting. Now I come up with a loose outline and the revisions won’t take so long.

Could you tell us a couple of favorite books that inspired you to write?

RWA National Conference was held at Disney World one year. I met Tinkerbell. I told her I’m going to tell you something you’ve never heard before. She got all excited. I said, “I’m a writer because of you.” She responded,”You’re right. I’ve never heard that before.” Peter Pan and  Wizard of Oz are big reasons I’m a fantasy writer. Things like the Avalon series by Marion Zimmer  Bradley and American  Gods by Neil Gaiman showed me the type of writer I wanted to be.

Is music a factor for you while you are writing? Do certain songs put you in the right frame of mind to write certain stories?

When I’m in the zone, I turn off iTunes. It’s the only time there isn’t music going. Music, especially more recent stuff, motivates me to write. I think, “If they can do it, so can I. What have I written lately?” That gets my butt back to the computer. For sex scenes, I need Duran Duran.

If you could collaborate with one author who would it be?

Neil Gaiman. My dream is to win the Hugo or Nebula and have him give it to me.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever had?

The heroine in The Mark of Abel comes from a documentary  about the Roman extermination of Dacia, in present day Romania. It is the subject of Trajan’s Column. I thought, “That needs to be in a vampire novel.” Then I thought, “Hey, I’m writing a vampire novel. It should be in mine.” That was the last major version the book went through, adding in the heroine’s past lives so I could write about Dacia.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would they tell?

Ray Bradbury once said something. “I’m never all here.” His mind was always partially in the stories he was telling. My muse would say she’s never all here. She’s always listening to us.

Other than writing, what are some of your passions in life?

I love painting. I made the heroine a painter so she wouldn’t be too much like me. I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler. Then I  needed to learn how to paint to write her scenes. I took a class just to learn the process and  lingo. Turns out I’m pretty good at landscape painting. There aren’t too many straight lines in nature. You can see some of my paintings on my website. http://www.violaryan.com

What books are currently on your nightstand?

Most books are in my iPhone. The only paper books I have were free and most of them autographed at RWA conferences. I just finished Angie Fox’s Immortally Embraced about a supernatural MASH unit in a war between the gods. The other types of paper books I have are short story collections. That way I’m not up late because I can’t put something down. Some of my favorites are the Mammoth series, Sympathy for the Devil and the Living Dead.

What can readers expect next from you?

Next up is The Chalice of Creation. Lucifer’s redemption isn’t finished yet. He must find and protect the Chalice of Creation from fallen angels/vampires or face humanity’s destruction.

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?  

I got great news from my publisher this month. The Mark of Abel will be coming out in paperback before this fall.

 themarkofabel200x300About The Mark of Abel by Viola Ryan

Is a frustrated artist Lucifer’s ticket back to heaven or will falling in love with her reawaken the compassion that got him expelled?

Lucifer is fed up with humanity. He created hell to deter evil, but man’s inhumanity is only escalating. He just wants to return home to heaven, but ever since that little problem in the Garden of Eden, the Pearly Gates remain firmly shut to him. It doesn’t help that he’s the first vampire, an abomination in God’s sight.

Fortunately, two thousand years ago Lucifer’s estranged brother, Jesus, gave him a prophecy. To fulfill it, all Lucifer has to do is find the right artist, study her artwork and the path back to heaven will be revealed. The artist even bears a symbol so he knows who she is. Too bad she is murdered every time he finds her.

Janie’s a frustrated artist and college art teacher who wants two things—a guy she can show her paintings to and a night without nightmares. Each nightmare plagues her until she paints it. She doesn’t realize these paintings are key to unlocking her destiny, one that could redeem the original fallen angel.

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Excerpt:  At his feet the Sword of Justice glinted in the firelight.

Justice.

Keeping Eve in Eden was definitely an act of justice.

In one smooth motion, Lucifer kicked up the sword, grabbed it, raised it above his head, and plunged it through God’s back into his heart. He twisted the sword, and God slid down into a crumpled heap at Lucifer’s feet.

“Now it is.” Lucifer held the sword above his head. It didn’t ignite. Who cared? Justice had been served. Little did God know the sword he’d created would be his death.

Eve appeared next to Lucifer. He couldn’t contain his joy. Now they would fashion the universe how they wanted.

She touched the sword with one delicate finger. Blue flame consumed the hilt, and he dropped it. Before it hit the ground, it disappeared.

“You are not ready for this.” Eve/God’s thoughts held a tinge of disappointment.

Lucifer appeared outside of heaven. A high wall of the same gleaming material as the palace formed around heaven. Eve appeared behind an open gate. Its gleaming bars stretched up and down into infinity until up became down and down became up. It swung shut.

He raced for it, but was too late. The clang echoed in his soul, and he collapsed to his knees. 

“You are no longer an angel. You don’t belong in heaven. You must find your way home.” God turned away.

“What am I?” Lucifer rose and sent a burst of energy at the gate. It remained shut.

“Am I human?” His soul bled at the question and darkness surrounded him. As a human he had nothing to offer Eve. He couldn’t protect her. He couldn’t create another Eden for her. She would beget Adam’s children in pain. Lucifer cringed.

Eve/God appeared next to him and traced three triangles above his heart, each attached to the other two at the corners of its base to form a fourth triangle in the center. They burned, and he screamed until his voice was raw. He collapsed and gulped fire.

Standing above him, God laid her hand on his shoulders. Pain shot down his back. He reached around, and his hands passed through wings of fire. God ran her hand along his arms. His skin itched, and then burned, as it morphed into swirling red, orange and yellow. With sweat pouring down his face, he allowed God to help him up. 

“Your re-creation occurred in fire. This is now your true form. To maintain

your angelic powers, you must feed on the intense energy of fire.” A ball of fire appeared on God’s outstretched hand. She shoved this into his heart.

A sharp pain stole his breath, but Lucifer refused to collapse again. He grit his teeth, and his entire body shook.

“What am I?” He stared at his arms. 

“To maintain free will, you must drink the blood of humanity every three

generations.”

God vanished.

“What am I?” he shouted toward the center of heaven. 

“A vampire.”

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Guest Author Day with Mike Arsuaga

So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?
“Lagrange Point” is the fifth and latest installment of the Subspecies series. I had several objectives. The first was to bring closure. The series began 125 years before. Lycans and vampires, the subspecies, had evolved from nature’s vilest creation toward something better. The second sought to insert a strong element of science fiction into the series. In “Lagrange Point” Robert A. Heinlein meets Anne Rice. The subspecies explore space, travel in time, and gain insight to their place in Creation’s plan. The last objective I introduced in “The Tenth Legion” when Cynthia May, the main character of “Lagrange Point” has an F/F relationship. Her preference for women is a lynchpin of the book, featuring several graphic scenes.
 If you had any super powers, what would they be and why?
The ability to will anyone I came across to buy one of my books.
 What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?
As a fifth grader I wrote steam punk but didn’t know it. The adventures, inspired by HG Wells and Jules Verne featured a sequel to War of the Worlds. The genre calls to me again.
 What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?
I was left on the bridge of a submerging submarine and lived to tell about it.
 If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say?
Hard working writer.
What authors can be found in your library of books?
George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, HG Wells, and Harold Robbins.
Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?
My guilty pleasure is wife Cynthia, also a writer. She makes me feel guilty because she’s brought so much good to my life. Don’t tell her that. She’s already got a big head because of the character Cynthia Meadows. The grandmother of Cynthia May featured in five of the seven subspecies books, shows up on any list of the most beautiful women who ever lived.
 
Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?
The five books of the Subspecies series form the overall framework of the saga. Now I’m working on stories of some of the lesser characters. 
What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?
I’ll give you a hint. It doesn’t come in a bottle, and you can’t eat it. Well, not truly, but nothing does the job better.
What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?
Augustus Caesar. Against all odds, he forged an empire from chaos. Next to him would be Vespasian, the no nonsense soldier/emperor of Rome who did the same. I sort of speak with Vespasian by proxy through the character Cithara, a vampire.
Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?
Included are “Daughter of Subspecies”, the life of Cassie White, Jim and Sam’s tempestuous daughter, and “The Book of Cithara” set in Roman times, told through the eyes of an early vampire as she rubs elbows with three centuries of emperors. “Finding Love in the Time of Decline”, is the story of Jess Moore. She provides a human perspective during the first half of the twenty-first century, in a sort of “Upstairs/Downstairs” relationship with the subspecies. These “Backstory Books” have no eroticism. PG only. 
Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?
My favorite is “Subspecies, Inc.”, the second installment of the series. Why? The subspecies moves from predatory creatures of the night, and begin to evolve to greater, nobler beings. Later in the presentation is one of my all-time favorite scenes called “A Vampire Finds Salvation.” However, the one closest to my heart is “The Tenth Legion” because my granddaughter inspired the feisty main character Lorna Winters. It’s the only one of my books to make Cynthia cry, and darn if she’ll tell me which scene did it.
Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?
I want to thank you for having me on your blog and hope everyone who reads any of my books enjoys them as much as I did writing them.
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Lagrange Point by Mike Arsuaga
Subspecies Series book 5
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To save the future, Cynthia May explores the past—but has she unwittingly changed what is yet to come?
In search of an identity
Cynthia May, lycan and adventurer, resolved to do more than play the part of window-dressing for the Subspecies Corporation, she takes on the job of space explorer to forget. To break the shackles of the past—a lost love, living in the shadow of her famous grandmother, and defying the elders—Cynthia still finds after fifteen years a sense of failure.
In search of a lover
Leo Barclay has been Cynthia’s  long-time guy pal and fellow astronaut   since the SpaceAcademy. They’ve shared intimate moments, but nothing more than friendship flourished. “If only you’d been born a woman!” she’s often lamented.
 On the next mission, an anomaly in the instruments causes an inexplicable increase in mental and physical abilities by the Subspecies crew.
In search of the Unknown
When the two star-crossed lovers lead an expedition to explore the effects of the Lagrange Point, where the gravitational fields of all planetary bodies in the solar system cancel out, they discover time and space merge, matter bends, and their place in Creation’s plan revealed. Conspiracies, murder, and deceit plague the mission. The convergence of the Point reveals more than Cynthia and Leo bargain for.
But at what price?
Teaser Excerpt:
“Are you lost, Commander?” A loud, jolly voice came from behind as she approached the bridge of the mother ship.
“Leo Barclay, you old space rat, what are you doing here?”
A wiry, straight-shouldered vampire who stood a couple of inches shorter than Cynthia’s vertical, blue-crowned loftiness threw back a russet mane of hair. Leonidas “Leo” Barclay fixed a pair of smoky, gray eyes on her. “You’ve been Earthside too long. Hello, I have a Command Pin now.” The left half of a uniform shirt thrust toward her, displaying a small gold badge in the shape of a five-pointed star. “You’re looking at this mission’s master.” Continuing to close the distance between them, he enveloped her taller, slimmer frame in two sinewy arms as she kissed his cheek.
“They must be handing out Command Pins in the birth control allocation these days,” she quipped.
“What would you know about that, you old dyke?”
Both laughed, slapping one another on the back.
“Blue hair? That’s different,” he said, stepping away for a better look.
“You know me. New mission, new color.”

Welcome Author Kelly Whitley

Into the Red from Muse It Up Publishing

Genre: Paranormal romantic suspense

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Blurb:

Human blood is an illicit and highly addictive drug–if you’re a vampire. Known as Red, its side effects are insanity, and eventual death. A group of Red-addicted vampires known as Poisoners are killing women as part of an extortion plot involving a lost ancient vampiric tome, and they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. The discovery of each new victim risks exposure of the entire vampire race to humans. Then one victim survives…

Dr. Evan Nichols, oncologist and vampire, lives a monk-like existence, by his own choice, focusing on patient care and research to benefit his vampire brethren. It’s been twenty-five years since his world turned upside down—the night he lost his fiancee and discovered his hidden vampire heritage. Now his government has ordered him to take a mate—or they’ll choose one for him. It’s a horrible prospect, and one that might push him over the edge—until Fate throws him together with a human female.

Wary of relationships, Tara West has poured her energies into work and inventing cutting edge climbing equipment. She doesn’t like the gorgeous Dr. Nichols, yet finds herself unaccountably drawn to him.

When a crazed vampire attacks and poisons Tara, Evan rescues her. With time running out, he has to create an antidote to the poison before he loses his chance at love.

In order to make the vaccine which might cure her, he has to find the bastards who poisoned her and take their venom—before they die of their addiction. If he doesn’t reach them in time, saving her will be impossible.

Thus the journey begins—into the Red!

 

Excerpt:

Her eyes closed half way, the dilated pupils darkening the hazel. The bedroom expression from his drawing. She shifted toward him. “Win?”

He moved close enough to whisper in her ear. “Win.”

He bent his head to the hollow of her neck and inhaled, pulling her scent inside him. God, she smelled good. Clean, floral, and female. He had to know what her lips felt like. One kiss. Just one, and he’d go.

The atmosphere charged—equal parts anticipation and need.

Not a good idea, no matter how much he wanted it.

He should leave now.

Evan drew back and caught a glimpse of her tongue moistening her lips. Control slipped away, and he buried his hand in her hair and pulled her in for a kiss.

The first brush of his lips on hers, an electrifying sweep, shrank his world down to the two of them.

Her mouth had the perfect balance of heat and tenderness, fitting perfectly with his. Jesus, he hadn’t experienced this for so long, and it felt so good. He pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Slender fingers wove into his hair, and pleasure cascaded down his back and set off pressure in his groin. God, he should stop.

He pulled her into his embrace.

Damn good to hold a woman, warm and vital, after all these years of a cold and solitary existence. Tara had awakened a hunger, and he hadn’t realized the degree of his starvation until now. He had to get a taste of her.

He teased her lips with his tongue, and groaned in delight when she sighed and allowed him access. A flavor explosion—orange juice and chocolate chip cookies and steamy human woman, hot and vital. He stroked her tongue, penetrating, probing, shifting his mouth over hers to deepen the dance.

Tara gripped his shoulders, each one of her fingernails triggering tiny sparks of pleasure that flashed down to the small of his back.

Her enthusiasm was unmistakable. She wanted him too.

What would she feel like under him, his body buried in hers? Blood pulsed through him headed for destinations south, and his erection throbbed in readiness, shoving against his zipper.

Too fast, needed to slow down before his libido went off the rails.

As if sensing his thoughts, Tara broke the kiss but didn’t pull back. The heat of her breath warmed his jaw. At least one of them had sense.

Nope. He hadn’t gotten enough.

He captured her lips and mated his tongue with hers, and electric anticipation spread out across his skin. The fragrance of arousal poured off him, smelling of smoky bergamot, the unique signature of claiming and possession.

A mating scent. A whiff of answering desire hit his nostrils.

Had to get her closer, get his essence on her skin. He wrapped an arm around her waist. Soft breasts pressed against his chest, moving in concert with his breathing, and pushed desire to need.

So. Damn. Good.

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Welcome Dana Littlejohn today

 

Interview Questions:

 

 

 

Hi and welcome to my blog, Dana Littlejohn. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake.  So tell us a little about yourself.

 

Thank you Raine. I’d love a drink especially delivered by hunky cabana boys. J

 

 

 

Q: What genre do you write and for what publisher(s)?

 

I write erotic romance. My books have covered several sub-genres, paranormal, vampires, contemporary, Greek gods, African gods, BDSM and fantasy. I currently have five publishers: Phaze, Red Rose Publishing, Secret Craving Publishing, Freya’s Bower and Muse it Hot.

 

 

Q: Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

 

My latest book is The Seven Year Switch available at Muse it Hot. It is about an established couple in which the wife finds out a secret the husband has been keeping from her. The secret will strip their marriage to the very foundation in order to rebuild it anew. The idea came from a conversation I had with a bunch of married girl friends of mine. We were talking about what our husbands could possibly drop on us that would make us leave or kill him. LOL My idea for my upcoming release, Home with The Jones, came from the ‘what if’ of the answers my friends said.

 

Q: If you had a reporter follow you around for the day, what would the readers get to see in your daily schedule? I work a nine to five at a doctor’s office and then I come home and spend the rest of my night at my computer after making dinner for me and my husband. I live a very boring life. LOL

 

Q: When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline? I usually have a tentative outline showing the beginning, the middle and the end and maybe the spot where some pinnacle point of the story will happen, but basically they tell me how to move from the beginning to the middle and the middle to the end.

 

Q: What thrill do you find when you compose?  I have tunnel vision when I write. I am caught up in the story everything around me disappears and only the story remains. It amazes me every time.

 

Q: Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names?  Good gravy, yes! I hardly ever have a title by the time the story is done and the names tale me forever to come up with.

 

Q: What does your workstation look like?  Right now it’s a wreck because I’m moving, LOL but usually it is neat and clean. However, you wouldn’t find me at it working during the months fall and winter. During colder months I move to the couch so my sweetie can snuggle near me while I work.

 

Q: Are you the type of individual who gets weepy at the end of a good movie, or a sad movie, or do you just stay neutral through it all?  The last movie I saw that made me cry was Beaches and I didn’t like my emotions running amuck like that. After that if I think it will make me sad I don’t bother with it. I stay with sci-fi, action and comedies.

 

Q: Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or print) from your favorite authors? I stay on top of Piers Anthony’s new releases. I’m a big fan of his Xanth series and Abode.

 

Q: If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be?  It would be kettle corn. I love it!

 

Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?  My Erotes series (available at Muse it Hot) has book 3, Charles’ Goddess coming and I have also have a sneak peek into the lives of an already established couple with Home with The Jones. It will be at Secret Cravings Publishing.

 

Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?  I would like to invite your followers to my website to download the free reads that are available. There i2 to choose from. Second Friday (for those who partake in F/F literature) and His Favorite Dessert and Negasi’s Princess (hetero).

 

Q: Where can we find you on the web? My website is: www.danalittlejohn.net  my: www.authordanalittlejohn.blogspot.com and you can follow me on FB and Twitter: search author Dana Littlejohn

 

 

The Seven Year Switch

 

Could you make the switch from dutiful, submissive wife to paddle wielding queen bee to save your marriage?

 

Blurb:

 

Sonja Winters was enjoying the good life with a great job and being married to the man of her dreams. As she prepared to celebrate their seven year anniversary she came across a secret that her husband had been keeping from her that would alter the course of their marriage forever.

 

Excerpt:

 

“Hello Sonja,” she greeted with a sultry Spanish accent and extended her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

 

Sonja shook off her stunned feeling and took her hand. “I wish I could say the same, but under the circumstances…”

 

“Yes, I understand.” Bianca sat next to her and openly looked her over. “I see now why he chose you. You are beautiful and strong. You will be able to control him well.”

 

Sonja scoffed. Her anger at the situation came back, fueled by Bianca’s nonchalant description of her ability to deal with her husband.

 

“If you’re talking about my husband, I was controlling him just fine until you came along.”

 

“Hmm, I can appreciate how you must feel, but you do not have all the facts.”

 

Bianca clapped her hands and two men appeared. They looked similar to the biker guy who led her into the room except they were much younger and more firmly built. They dropped to one knee and bowed their heads.

 

“Yes, Mistress,” they said in unison.

 

Sonja’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Bianca’s voice roused her from her stunned state.

 

“Sonja, would you like a drink?”

 

“Uh…”

 

“Coffee, tea, perhaps a glass of wine,” she offered.

 

“Umm, yes, a glass of wine would be nice.”

 

“You heard her and bring fruit, too,” she told the men.

 

Sonja’s emotions teetered between anger, confusion and amazement. These large and strong looking, fully grown men were seemingly at Bianca’s beck and call. They left the room to do her bidding with only a comprehensive nod. She turned a look to Bianca. Sonja was sure her face reflected the surprise and shock wavering inside her over the men’s behavior. It was hard to hide as she looked at her hostess.

 

“Please, allow me to explain. These men come to me from various places and all walks of life, but they all want the same thing and they pay me to give it to them.”

 

“Uh-huh, and what’s that?”

 

“They want to be dominated by a woman.”

 

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Home with The Joneses

 

What do you do when your daughter can no longer be a goddess? You make her a duchess!

 

Blurb:

 

Aphrodite has returned from her rendezvous with Poseidon only to find that Zeus is about to punish the daughter they produced during their time together. Zeus allowed her to spend a few minutes with her child before her sentence was brought down. Would it be enough time for her and the Erotes to guide her to the man who needs her the most?

 

Excerpt:

 

Marc Jones’ knee bounced nervously beneath the briefcase in his lap. He checked his watch for the third time, then peered at the front entrance again. The platform lowered excruciatingly slow, but finally dropped low enough to allow the wheelchair-bound man to back off onto the side walk. The driver stood at the door to talk to the disembarking passenger for what seemed like forever before he finally waved goodbye and took his seat. Flipping the necessary switches needed to bring the steps back to their original form, the driver waited until they were ready for ambulatory people to use before he strapped himself to his seat.

 

The bus jerked forward moving again, but it gave Marc little relief. Looking about the bus, he wondered if anyone else noticed how slow they were moving. He turned to look out the window as they trudged along the crowded streets and let out a frustrated groan as they passed familiar sites. He was close to home, but not near enough to get out and walk. With another glance at his watch, Marc jumped from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus. Willing the vehicle to move faster, he stood in the walkway and stared out the windshield.

 

“You’re going to have to go back to your seat, Sir. You’re not supposed to be over the white line,” the driver told him indicating the floor with a nod.

 

“Can’t you go any faster? I’m kind of in a hurry.”

 

The driver looked over his shoulder and scoffed. “How would like me to do that? Ride on top of these other cars to get you down the street?” he offered, rolling his eyes.

 

Marc frowned at the disdain in the man’s voice and went back to his seat. A short while later his stop came and he left the coolness of the bus for the humid air outside. Sweat beaded on his forehead almost immediately. He walked quickly down the street toward his building. His tie felt tighter around his neck, but it didn’t constrict his breathing as much as his apprehension did.

 

The last meeting of the day ran longer than he expected. Although Marc did his best to rush his partners along, he still left his job almost thirty minutes behind schedule. He knew he was going to be late when left work, but decided to try and take the bus anyway. Now he realized he should have followed his first notion and taken a cab home. It would have been expensive, but much faster than stopping at every other block or waiting for wheelchair bound folk either.

 

Marc took the few steps to his building two at a time and rushed inside. Removing his keys, he mashed the button until the elevator doors swung open. He tapped his foot and fiddled with his pockets as the elevator rose. When the doors opened again, he sprinted down the hall and entered the apartment as fast as he could. He spun and a gasped escaped him as he fell back against the door frozen.

 

She sat in a chair in the foyer waiting for him. Her hair was brushed neatly with loose curls throughout the shoulder length locks. She eyed him readily, then stood with her hands on her full hips to giving him a better look at her loveliness. He swallowed loudly to wet his suddenly dry mouth. She was stunning.

 

The black patent leather stilettos on her feet were his favorite. Her long elegant legs were covered in fishnet stockings. The black leather skirt hugged her curves deliciously and rode high on her thick thighs. Her breasts swelled above the white corset inspired tank top. Marc loved how the delicate black lace around the edge drew his eyes toward her impressive cleavage. His cock pulsed in his pants as he took in her sexiness.

 

He lifted his eyes to take in the beautiful features of her face. Her make-up was always flawless. The ruby tint on her full lips made them look supple and inviting. Her high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes with the soft green and amber shades on her lids complemented her smooth brown complexion perfectly. He loved it all. Her eyes danced with the fire that excited him and scared him to death at the same time when she was angry. That energy blazed back at him now as she looked at him.

 

“You’re late.”

 

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Welcome Rochelle Weber today

This is Annie Peterson from Rock Bound, by Rochelle Weber.  After going through two publishers, one of which folded honorably and one for which warnings can be found everywhere now, Rochelle decided to self-publish Rock Bound.  Buy links are at the bottom of the interview.

 

Jake Johnsrud saved Annie Peterson’s life.  Now slaves on that God-forsaken rock, the Moon, how will they survive?

 

 

Annie Peterson:  I’m sending this by burst in hopes that it will not be detected at either end of the transmission.  Captain Andrews is a pretty nice guy, but he’s still technically our warden.  And if any of Freezeland’s people see this, we’ll all be in trouble.

 

Q:              What’s your story/back story? Why would someone come up with a story about YOU?

 

Annie:      I’m no one special. I was a wife and mother working in an accounting firm as an administrative assistant in the Bay Area when President Freezeland threw out the Constitution, disbanded Congress and took over the US as a dictator.  I went to the protest with my husband, Paul.  I guess I took it way too lightly, because I left my baby, Bobby with my mom. I figured we’d maybe get arrested, spend a night or so in jail and be home in a week.  Then the troops started shooting and they killed Paul and Jake Johnsrud saved my life and now we’re here on the Moon.  Jake is a miner and I’m a… a… Well, I’m here for the men.

 

Q:              Jake saved your life at the protest and now you’re together on the Moon.  Is he your boyfriend now?

 

Annie:      Oh, no! He’s just a friend.  We’ve never even kissed, let alone… He’s not one of my clients, either.  Who told you I liked him?  No. Not at all.  I still love Paul and I always will.  I mean, I’m grateful to Jake for saving our lives and he’s funny and sweet and he can even cheer me up when I miss Bobby.  But, no—I wouldn’t call him my boyfriend.  Although I’ve noticed that he hasn’t used the Conjugal Cubes at all since he’s been up here.  Not with me or my friend Crystal or anyone.

 

Q:              Speaking of the Conjugal Cubes, how have you adjusted to that part of your job?

 

Annie:      It’s been awhile since I’ve vomited on a client, but I still keep a bowl handy.  I can almost look the men in the eye the next day, but I still blush.  If Crystal hadn’t taught me how to put myself in a trance before I enter the Cube, I probably would still be vomiting on the men.

 

Q:              I was going to ask how it was kissing your hero, but since you haven’t kissed Jake yet, I guess we can skip that one.  So… That’s all the questions we have for you tonight, Annie. Thank you for speaking to us.

 

Annie:      Thank you for caring about us.  But please, don’t let Freezeland catch you, or you’re liable to end up here in the next wave of prisoners.  Meanwhile, if you’re ever in the Bay Area visiting the nurseries and you see a little boy about two with brown hair and big brown eyes with golden flecks in them. Tell him his mommy is alive up here, and that I miss him and I’ll find a way to go back to him when my indentures are up.  I don’t care what Jake and the Captain say about how weak I’ll be in Earth gravity by then.

 

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*~*

 Rockbound by Rochelle Weber

The future is a dangerous place for dreamers and idealists.

When a dictator takes over the United States, Annie Peterson attends a protest in Washington, DC, with her husband Paul. US troops fire into the crowd killing him, and Jake Johnsrud, a virtual stranger, risks his life to save hers. They are among the survivors who are sentenced to slavery on the Moon for their “crimes”—Jake as a miner; Annie as a sex slave.

Jake fights increasing feelings of anger and jealousy as Annie struggles to perform her job, while she resists her increasing attraction to him. Along with their fellow inmates, they fight to survive on the lunar “rock” that is their prison.

Excerpt

Noon, July 4, 2051

Washington, DC

The protesters pushed against each other, trying to hold their signs up high above the crowd. The smell of sweat hung in the muggy July air, as Paul, Annie, and Crystal struggled to find a place to spread their blankets near the Lincoln Memorial. The passion of the crowd’s chant rang across the Mall.

“Restore the Constitution! Restore free elections!”

The Mall was so crowded they could barely breathe. Paul went in search of drinks and was gone over an hour. The first speaker mounted the podium.

“Can you believe they’re charging five credits a bottle for water and seven for pop?” he asked, as he handed the women their drinks.

“Now don’t you wish we’d brought the cooler from the car?” Annie asked.

“I know, and you’ll never let me live it down,” Paul lamented. His warm, brown eyes smiled at her.

“Well, if water’s five credits, how much’ll a sandwich be?” Crystal asked.

“I already checked. Burgers’re fifteen credits and fries’re another five,” Paul replied, as he settled on the blanket between the two women.

 

“It’s a seller’s market. They’ll charge all the traffic will bear,” said a man sitting on the grass next to them. “I’m Jake Johnsrud.” The man’s bright blue eyes twinkled momentarily when his gaze met Annie’s.

Annie smiled at him. “This is my husband, Paul, our friend Crystal Petrie, and I’m Annie Peterson. Why don’t you join us on our blanket?”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Jake,” Annie replied. “Scrunch over there, Honey.” She patted the blanket next to her as she moved closer to Paul in the middle to make room for the tall, raw-boned man.

“Well, the price of pop isn’t our only worry,” Paul said. “There are troops surrounding the Mall. I think we can pretty much count on being arrested.”

“Then we’ll all be arrested together, just like my great-grandparents in Chicago.” Annie linked her arm through Paul’s and sang slightly off key, “If you’ve been to jail for justice, let me shake your hand.”

Folk songs by the group Peter, Paul, and Mary had been staples in the Swanson household when she was growing up. Her great-grandmother had sung her to sleep with “Puff the Magic Dragon” and had sung along in the car as she listened to the group’s re-mastered files. And now, a century later, the music had been rediscovered. By the end of the day, it would be banned.

They stood up to listen to the speakers.

Annie followed Crystal’s gaze to the soldiers. She didn’t believe what she saw, and tried to process the sight of them raising their weapons. Crystal dropped her sign and yelled, “The bastards’re firing on us!”

Paul’s head lolled forward, the charred hole still smoking, and Annie fell to the ground trying to cradle him. She sobbed, crying “No! No! No!” Crystal’s arms were around her, as she sat on the ground, clutching her dead husband. People were trying to run but there was nowhere to go. Annie felt Jake fall atop her and Crystal. Oh, my God! He’s dead, too!

“Stay still,” he said. “We’re liable to get trampled.”

Annie felt the weight lift all too soon, as Jake was roughly pulled to his feet by a soldier, who separated him from the women. They handcuffed Annie with a plastic tie-up, and dragged her away from Paul’s body toward an Army truck.

“Nooooooooooo!” she screamed. “Paul!”

They threw her in back of the truck, and Crystal landed next to her. She scooted closer to Annie.

“Cry it out, Sweetie,” Crystal said. Annie leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder and sobbed.