New Release from Destiny Blaine~Mary Had a Little Problem

Bestselling erotic romance author, Destiny Blaine, has a new book release from Resplendence Publishing. The long awaited Mary Had a Little Problem promises ménage romance readers a page-turning romance filled with hot love scenes and an unforgettable love story. Order your copy of Destiny’s romance of the year—Mary Had a Little Problem is out today:

Mary Worthington is a widow, or at least, she should’ve been. A former Navy Seals wife, her husband is killed in combat and Mary has a difficult time accepting the fact her husband isn’t coming home. Without a body to bury or witnesses to tell her what happened, there’s no way Mary can put the past to sleep until someone provides her with the truth about her husband’s final hours.


Trying to step out and socialize once again while pursuing facts about her husband’s death, Mary is introduced to Brock Taylor, a hard-core ladies man dedicated to the Marines and sharing himself with any woman who wants a piece of one. That is, until he meets Mary, a woman he’s known about through a past acquaintance.


Mary and Brock fall in love, plan a wedding in the Great Smoky Mountains, and well, things could’ve been headed toward a happy ending. However, six months after Brock finally wins Mary’s hand, Mary’s deceased husband reappears. And Mary wonders if she’ll be forced to give up one man in exchange for the other.

Excerpt 1 (PG):

Mourning the death of her husband began at the sound of the first shots fired. For some reason, up until then, Mary kept thinking she’d awaken and discover she’d been having another nightmare. Instead, reality set in and delivered its final blow. The ceremony in progress jolted her back to the present with a new understanding.

She was attending her husband’s memorial. Luke was gone, and he wasn’t coming back.

Mary had somehow remained stoic throughout the service, fearing if she looked up, turned to her left, or glanced right, she might meet a stranger’s gaze. She refused to lock eyes with those in attendance, realizing their hearts were full of pity.

Many of them knew Luke. Some of them had fought beside him. Others were there to pay their respects to a fallen soldier, but they didn’t know the man behind the uniform, the husband behind the Navy’s finest SEAL.

There was another powerful blast, and the jarring sensation came with a deafening and most eerie sound of a three-round volley. The air was thick with tension. Those in attendance jerked with every shot resounding through the hills.

Mary’s tears finally came, flooding her cheeks until the rapid falls ran dry. It was then when Mary understood a truer meaning of taps.

This was the end, the most monumental signal of all. It was time to turn out the lights and go home. The final seconds in the last hour approached. Now, she was expected to accept the fact that her happily-ever-after ending wasn’t meant to be. Mary needed to find a way to come to terms with the facts.

Her husband was dead. She couldn’t bring him back.

Lieutenant Lucas Worthington once spoke of a soldier’s death, an honorable death, the kind of burial all soldiers hoped they’d find. If Mary had been given one last chance to talk with Luke, she would’ve told him that this death wasn’t a clean death, as he’d once discussed. This casualty, no one understood.

Luke should’ve been careful what he wished for, and Mary should’ve selected a husband more wisely, refused to fall in love with a man destined to die. Mary gave her heart to a Navy SEAL. He, in turn, fell in love with the notion that freedom was won, honor easily earned, and death only came to those who were fighting for the wrong side.

Mary wished for one last opportunity to tell Luke her point of view on the subject now, perhaps show him the error of his ways, and explain devastation in simple woman’s terms.

At that moment, she wanted her husband to know how she felt. She longed to explain her agony. But it was too late for that, and she wasn’t sure she could put her sorrow into words.

Still, Mary longed to see Luke one last time. She would’ve given her final breath if she could’ve held something substantial in her arms, perhaps something to show her, help her grasp the idea that the love she’d cherished was lost. The man she’d worshipped was gone, and his funeral was anything but a bad dream.

Her life had turned into a nightmare. Without a body to bury, Mary had a feeling she’d never awaken from the hellish world that had somehow become her horrific reality.

The following excerpt is rated PG17

“The next time you try and set me up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick, I swear to God, I’m gonna—”

“Anna told me how to get here,” Brock interrupted her rant as soon as the door was pushed all the way back.

“Fuck my life,” Mary muttered, thinking she’d never seen a hotter man than the one in front of her. Even Luke would have a difficult time measuring up to Brock, and that was saying a lot.

Stop it right now, she thought. She didn’t have the right to gawk at this stranger like he was a packaged adult delivery for an overnight stay. “This is not happening to me.”

Brock winked, a devilish grin marking a permanent place on his face. “Prick? Really? Is that the best you can do?”

She released a troubled sigh. Apparently, he missed the compliment laced through that warm greeting.

“Why are you here?”

She saw the attitude coming from a mile away. “I was afraid someone might try to set you up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick. I’m here to save you.”

“From myself?” she asked, meaning she needed all the help she could get since she had the open-mouth-insert-foot concept down to a perfected science.

“Should I take that to mean you’re interested?”

“What do you want?” she asked, ignoring his underlying insinuations.

“An invitation inside would be a nice start.”


“Maybe because it’s the polite thing to do, especially after you spoke so passionately about me.”

“The last time a soldier stood in my doorway, he brought bad news with him. Would you invite that into your home, Mr. Taylor?”

“Depends on what you consider bad news, Mary. And please, call me Brock. We’ll do better in the end if we start out with first names.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think you could stand my answer?”

Mary propped her hands on her hips. “Depends. Think you can handle rejection?”


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In the Hot Seat: KC Burns/Contest Alert

CONTEST ALERT: KC Burns is giving away to one lucky commenter a copy of her new release, Trompe L’oeil. So leave your email address so we can contact you in case you win with your comment.

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

Ooh, cabana boys!  And drinks!  I’m KC Burn and I’m going to have a lovely time here, I can tell.   Thanks for having me here, Raine.

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

I write gay erotic romance for Loose Id, Carina Press and I recently contracted with Dreamspinner Press.  I write sci-fi, paranormal and contemporary… for now.

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

My latest book is from Loose Id, called Trompe L’oeil.  It’s about a man who’s been cursed to live inside a painting.  As for what inspired it?  Well, my editor mentioned voyeurism, and I came up with some poor guy who is an unwilling voyeur to a number of sexual escapades.  It has a happy ever after, though, because I can’t bear not to write one.

Q: Who are some of your favorite characters from your books? The hardest to write? The easiest?

My favourite (and easiest) character is probably Adam from my MIA books.  He’s one half of the romance in Wolfsbane, and has a significant secondary role in Blood Relations.  I had a dream about him, and suddenly he was easy to pop down on the page, as real as anything.  The hardest to write was (in truth, the character from my upcoming Dreamspinner release – I‘ve never written such an angsty piece before), but the second hardest was Maxwell from Trompe L’oeil.  Trapped in a painting and unable to interact with the man of his dreams… he was far more complicated and difficult to write about than I expected when I came up with the idea.

Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them/she/it/he back to the drawing board?

I’m actually quite lucky in that I’ve never had this happen yet *knocks on nearest piece of wood-like object*.  I think if it were to happen, I’d probably have a marathon reading or TV watching session to recharge.

Q: Is there a genre you haven’t tried yet but plan to in the future?

Well, I guess I’d have to say historical, although it will have paranormal elements.  I have a *plan*, but I’m not sure if it’s going to be the second or third book on my docket.

Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list?

Stuff still “to do” on my list?  Or stuff that I’ve ticked off already?  Actually, most of my list is travel-related.  I’ve seen the pyramids in Egypt, Chichen Itza in Mexico and London, England.  I’ve also been published (HUGE list item <g>).  Stuff yet to be checked off — I’d love to see Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Lindesfarne in Northern England (site of one of the first Viking raids) and Morocco.

Q: You’re on a remote island with a handsome man, a computer, and a “mysterious” source of electricity to power your computer. What do you do?

Huh.  I guess I’d wear the man out, then use the computer to write — there’s no “mysterious” source of WiFi, is there?  I have to admit, my own handsome man often takes a backseat to the writing.  I can‘t not write!

Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?

Hard to say.  Most of the time I envision a particular scene somewhere in the middle, and I have to figure out how the characters got there and how they’re going to get out of it to get their happy ever after.

Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters?

Well, I almost never make any connection between my characters and celebrities, but Cooper from Blood Relations was partially inspired by Sendhil Ramamurthy (from Heroes & Covert Affairs).  Although I’m completely laughing at the idea of anyone making movies of my books.

Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?

Coming next… a lovely angsty contemporary called Cop Out from Dreamspinner Press.  Should be out late 2011.  It’s the first contemporary I’ve ever written, but I do love it.

Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Does not like to share.  I don’t know if that’s the best one, but it’s the one my hubby complains most about.  He attributes it to the fact that I’m an only child.  He could be right.

Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?

I’m Canadian, from Toronto (although I live in Florida) and that perspective definitely influences my writing.  Aside from that, I may write romances, but I’m not a romantic or sentimental person in my real life.  I hate to cry and I don’t like romantic movies.  Ummm… a bit of a contradiction, I suppose, but I really prefer my romance books to have happy endings whether I’m writing them or reading them.

Q: Where can we find you on the web?


Twitter: @authorkcburn

And thanks again, Raine, I’ll enjoy hanging out with the cabana boys for the rest of the day!

I’ll leave you with a blurb for my newest book, Trompe L’oeil (

When Maxwell, a Depression-era artist, spurns the attentions of his sponsor, he ends up cursed to live out eternity in a painting.  The man who cursed him delighted in playing the exhibitionist for Maxwell, and by the time the old man dies, Maxwell longs for his life and body back but he’s pretty sure he never wants to watch anyone have sex ever again.  Until he discovers who his new owner is.

Tyler isn’t sure what to do with a life-sized painting of a nude man, but it was a gift from his sister to ease the pain of a disastrous break up and subsequent coming out.  The gorgeous subject of the painting disappeared without a trace decades ago, rumored to have been killed by the painting’s previous owner in a jealous rage.

Becoming more and more fascinated by the man in his painting, Tyler uses his resources as a history professor to solve the mystery of Maxwell’s disappearance.  He finds himself spending more time in his bedroom, talking to the painting, researching and aching to know the man in person.   Maxwell falls under Tyler’s sweet spell, discovering the thickness of canvas might be an insurmountable distance to cross.

Welcome Cassandre Dayne


Cassandre Dayne

The struggle for power isn’t anything new. Men and women have exuded the need to be the top dog in not only their professional but their personal lives as well. Gone are the traditional families where the husband is always in charge. Well, it continues to happen in HOH situations (Head of Household) where the culture is based in Christian religion and the male is not only in charge but provides discipline for the entire family, including his wife, in the form of corporal punishment.

      Nowadays with families consisting of m/f, m/m, f/f and combinations in between, generally couples share responsibilities all the way around. While sharing disburses the work load (we hope anyway) there’s usually a push/pull situation in which still one and then the other vies for control during a portion of their relationship. Sometimes this adds spark and passion to a relationship while other times it drags long arguments out where no one wins and feelings are hurt. Entering into a D/s (Domination and submission) relationship is one way to solve this problem and some couples engage in this lifestyle. It’s a negotiation where both determine who will play which role – generally people who crave this culture know if they are more dominant or submissive so they find partners that share in their needs. The negotiation process is more about how far the relationship will go. Is this mostly a control mechanism where one makes the rules or is it something more physical and the use of BDSM either in the bedroom or the playroom.

What if you have two very powerful men used to getting their way? What if they refuse to give up control not only during their day to day activities but in the bedroom? In penning Power Struggle – I took two VERY strong macho type guys and while they’ve had and enjoyed what some would consider traditional relationships with women, they both hunger and finally realize they truly want a m/m relationship. However, both refuse to take the backseat role. Hmmm… well, as you can imagine their relationship gets very physical. Let’s see how my two handle one of their first scenes.



Cole Stevens was an angry man. Being fired from the job he loved, he was only able to find work bartending at the Flamingo Rustler. And the experience left him hungry and in need of taking down a man, sexually that is. When Ryker Marks saved a sassy waitress from a badass group of bikers, Cole was intrigued. The sexy six foot seven man had a rough-hewn demeanor and a body that killed. In the dimness of Lucifer’s Lair, the man cave nestled inside the bar, Cole knew he had to have a taste of Cole and a sinful plan was born.

Ryker was in town as a respite for his ailing soul. After his fiancé pushed him aside for a stranger, he left his company in the hands of his employees and took a long drive on his Harley. After meeting Cole and realizing he was tired of hiding behind lies, he took a chance with the stunning slice of chocolate and a power struggle for complete domination ensued.

But in a series of betrayals, both men had to face their demons or one of them would be destroyed. As both Ryker and Cole travelled long and treacherous paths, neither knew the truth about the other. Could their relationship survive the deceit or would an unknown accomplice take them both down?


He swallowed hard and walked behind the bar. “What would you like?” Pulling down a bottle of bourbon, he poured two shots without giving Ryker a chance to answer. Pushing the glass across the bar, he took his and lifted it to his lips.

Ryker nodded his head and caught the dense crystal before it fell to the floor. Narrowing his eyes, he threw back the liquid and slammed the glass on top with a resounding thud. “That’s good for starters.”

Cole licked the rim of his glass as he gazed down the length of Ryker. God, the man was built. His carved chest tapered into a thin waist and long lean legs. Finishing the rich biting bourbon in one swallow, he set the glass down carefully. “Tell me what you want.” Without looking at him, Cole walked around the end of the bar slowly and stopped two feet in front of Ryker. “Exactly.”

“What are you offering?” Ryker hissed savagely.

Cole shook his head and yanked his tee shirt out of his pants. “What you are willing to do for me?”

Ryker tipped his head back. Taking a single finger, he pressed it inside of his mouth, thrusting in slow and deliberate motions. Groaning, he pulled it out and traced a series of lazy circles around his lips before edging it across his chin and down to the nape of his neck. Sighing, he opened his legs further as he closed his eyes.

Cole watched in fascination as the man moved with the strains of the sultry guitar, swaying back and forth as he slid his hand inside his shirt, cupping and kneading his chest. In the quiet glimmer of the bar, he moaned softly as Ryker pinched each of his nipples before slowly brushing the palms of his hands down his washboard abs, rubbing the chiseled flesh back and forth. His breath skipping, Cole took a step forward.

Ryker gave him a wry smile and took a stride back as his continued his sensual dance.

Cole growled and took a long step forward until he was barely a foot away from the delicious creature. “Tease and you’ll be punished.”

“I’m in charge here. You’ll do as I say.” His voice clipped, Ryker’s low husky vibe was barely audible.

Cole snorted as Ryker grazed his hands down the front of his groin, stroking his cock in frenetic movements. Every part of his blood sizzled as the daring dance of lust continued. His heart beating raggedly, a slight tick appeared in the corner of his eye. He was hungry, horny and wasn’t going to take the torture any longer. Closing the distance between them, he jerked Ryker’s arm, yanking him into the heat of his body. “No, you belong to me.”

As the two men faced each other, their hot breath skipped across the wet shimmer of their bodies and Ryker swallowed hard. “Oh yeah?”

Cole slid his hands across Ryker’s carved chest and sighed. “Yeah.” Crushing his mouth, he forced his tongue inside, tasting a hint of tangy bourbon and a hint of cinnamon. The dazzling combination was a delicious reminder of how wonderful the flavor of a man could be. He pushed Ryker’s shirt off his shoulders and forced it to the floor, wrapping his arms around his neck. The feel of their cocks pressing together sent an instant slice of anguish deep into his swollen balls.

Ryker grunted, his hands brushing down the length of Cole’s back as he ground his hips back and forth. The kiss became a manic moment of heated passion as both men groaned, touching and feeling each other in a feral dance of lust. Animal against animal, the two savage men were unwilling to give up control, their actions growing frantic as each fought for complete superiority.

Refusing to give in, Cole’s heart beat hard against Cole’s chest as he forced Ryker back toward the pool table. As the wood sliced into his naked back, Ryker pushed him hard, breaking the kiss.

His eyes dilated, he nipped Cole’s lower lip, taking the tender flesh between his teeth. Growling, he bit down until Cole shivered.

His body shaking, he pressed his hands against his chest, creating a barrier between them. As Ryker continued sucking, drawing drops of his blood, Cole moaned. Entwining his fingers in his long golden locks, Cole jerked Ryker’s head back, breaking the strong hold. A single bead of perspiration trickled down his cheek mixing with the smear of blood.

Ryker’s eyes danced back and forth across his and slowly he leaned forward, gathering the sultry combination, rolling the droplets over his tongue as he hissed. “You taste sweet.”

Kneading his chest, Cole drank in the man’s sun-kissed skin that accentuated the series of vibrant tattoos that decorated the length of both arms. Detailed and highly artistic, even in the dim lighting Cole could tell the artwork was stunning. Cole leaned forward and nipped the cleft of Ryker’s chin as his slid his hand down to cup and squeeze his balls until Ryker groaned. “You want something?”

“Yes,” Ryker whispered.

“Then you have to give to get.” He licked down from his chin to the underside of his neck and down to dart a series of licks across his nipple until it peaked into a hard bud. The taste of him was sinfully delicious in a masculine combination of hard work and exotic cologne. He continued stroking Ryker’s cock as he felt his own pressing hard against his jeans, begging for release.

As Ryker tipped his head back and clawed Cole’s arms, a single moan erupted seconds before he closed his eyes and thrust his pelvis forward. “Damn!”

Cole moved to the other nipple, licking and nipping until he bit down hard.

“Sweet Jesus!” Ryker fell back against the pool table with a hard thud, his legs shaking. He fumbled with Cole’s belt buckle until he managed to undo it.
Cole purred and licked back up his chest, finally easing back to stare into his dazzling blue eyes. As Ryker deftly popped the button and lowered the zipper, Cole sighed and studied the man. Everything about him was hard and yet there was a simple grace about him as if his dangerous bad boy persona was just that. Cole could tell by his expensive watch and simple yet elegant gold chain that hung around his neck he had money.

Ryker smiled mischievously and freed Cole’s throbbing cock, licking his lips in shameless appreciation. “Perfect.”

“Then suck me.”

He raised his eyebrow and shook his head. “No.”

Cole laughed and using his military training, had Ryker over the pool table in two deliberate moves, knocking the breath out of him. “Do as I say.” Both men grunting, he ran his hand down to cup Ryker’s firm buttocks.

Ryker struggled as he laughed. “You will pay for this.”

“We’ll see.” Cole pulled his arms up and pressed them around Ryker’s waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. Perfectly sized together, as Ryker tipped his head back, leaning it on his shoulder, Cole kissed the side of his neck. “Suck me.” He moved back slowly and placed his hands on his hips. He’d won this round of the power struggle.

I hope you enjoyed and I love this piece – my third m/m and these two are about as hot as can be. Happy Reading.

Kisses   xxx





Welcome Jianne Carlo today/Contest


An obsession with warriors has led me to write about football players, Vikings, and SEALs. Being one of those either go big or go home type of people, once a topic piques my interest, I’m hooked, line, sinker, and whatever.

So when Loose-Id issued a call for a Christmas-song themed romance in 2010, I knew a SEAL would be the hero. For weeks in August I played every Christmas song I’d ever heard, but The Twelve Days of Christmas got stuck on replay in my head (don’t you hate/love when that happens?)

Okay, what can you do with A Partridge in a Pear Tree?

Put a master parachutist, Linc aka Sinner, who’s also a SEAL in the tree unconscious. Then have the heroine rescue him. Truly, I never expected the book to become a series, but when his buddies turned up with names like Satan, Devil, Demon, and Lucifer, readers began to ask when their books were coming. Thus was born The Hades Squad, a group of master parachutist SEALs, who when not on active duty, perform aerial acrobatics for charity events.

I’m happy to say that A Paratrooper in a Pear Tree won Passionate Plume’s best contemporary for 2010!

And Lucifer’s Choice, Book #2, won Top Pick at The Romance Reviews and Siren Book Reviews, as well as being nominated for Book of the Week at Whipped Cream.

Keep your fingers crossed for me for Deviant Devil.  And to titillate you – here’s a small excerpt from Deviant Devil:

I’m celebrating Deviant Devil’s release with a contest. Visit my site and answer these questions and you’re entered in a drawing for a restaurant gift certificate and a copy of Deviant Devil.

What’s Sinner’s real name?

What shape is Nalini’s belly ring?

What’s the  name of the private BDSM club where Devil wins Jess in an auction?


Deviant Devil – Excerpt:

“Dominix –”

“Devil, Jess. I’m in no mood for Dominix.”

“What does that mean?”

“Fuck if I know. Grab your purse and briefcase.”

When she obeyed his order, he reached over, unsnapped the seat belt, and hauled her high against his chest.

Jess closed her eyes and surrendered to the inevitable.

“How hungry are you?”

Somewhere along the line, she’d detached from the consequences of what would happen once they were alone. The battle not to succumb to Devil, not to yield to her dark fantasies, was over.

For tonight.

“I can wait.”

He stepped onto the landing.

Two spotlights spewed brilliance on them.

Lashes fluttering away the radiant dazzle, she missed him opening and closing the door. With each stride he took the interior of the dwelling brightened as if a dimmer turned. The soft amber glow revealed a square room sparsely furnished. She glimpsed a couch, a dining table, a counter, bar stools, and the most beautiful medieval style fireplace she’d ever seen.

“Last call. I can order something.”

Leashed violence radiated from him in heat waves.



Which one was he?

“I want to shower first.”

He skidded to a stop. Nudged her chin with his fist. Squinted, then stared right into her eyes, his jaw tight, his mouth turned down. “Just like that?”

All the unasked questions between them dangled and jumbled.

Why had she avoided him if bondage turned her on?

Not once since they met had he hidden his Dom side.

Had she deliberately misled him? Why?

Fuck if I know.

His earlier words did a plinking boomerang.

Averting her gaze, she rolled a shoulder.

Don’t go there.

One night of indulgence.

One night to get everything out of her system, then back to the norm.

The instant decision after so many months of palavering had her confidence soaring. The urge to tease him, keep him off kilter, mess with his mind the way he had hers, sucked long-buried feminine wiles to the surface.

“Why fight it?” She licked the flesh bared by his open shirt. “You. Me. Alone. It’s inevitable. Isn’t it?”

He snorted. “And then some.”

Lord, he smelled like all her fantasies rolled into one. His rasped inhale when she grazed her teeth over his chest zinged her clit. The slow furling of her nipples magnified the sparks tindering her skin a zillion-fold.

“Witch.” He cradled her jaw and sucked her bottom lip. Eyes wide open, he nipped the tip of her tongue studying her the way any predator does his intended victim.

Her vagina fisted.

Pain. Pleasure.

The flutter of his exhale amplified the tingling electricity crackling her inside out. She didn’t want any foreplay, wanted what she’d fantasized about for nine long months, him inside her, hard and fast, hammering her G-spot, slamming her clit.

A moan she couldn’t smother surfaced.

“That’s it.” He jerked back, face flushed, pupils so dilated she couldn’t discern his irises. “This is going to go down fast. First few times anyway. I’ve wanted in you for too long.”

Her fingers tightened on the bulging steel of his biceps. Her pussy throbbed, the rapid clench and pull of inner muscles flooding cream to labia swollen and sensitized and burning with need.

“Me too.” No way could she prevent the admission, not even if a killer had a gun held to her temple.

“Fuck.” He shifted her in his arms and halted.

Only then did she realize he’d stopped at sliding glass doors. The beauty of the vista beyond constricted her chest.

An eternity pool blended into the rippling waters of a wide, half-circle bay. A full moon drifted above the line of a bobbing horizon shedding a pixie-dust luminescence over an undulating ocean.

When he slid open the doors, the wet foliage aroma of fall teased a ruffling wind, the branches of a willow swept a graceful arc, and the low hoot of an owl drowned a cicada chorus. A gust fanned strands of hair across her cheeks. Devil tucked the errant strands behind her ear, the caress blazing like a lit fuse racing to explosion.

He set Jess down, her knees wavered, she grabbed his shoulders, and he hauled her tight to him. She heard his jerky inhale.

Release Date: 08/23/11

ISBN: 978-1-61118-511-9

Publisher: Loose-Id

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Hope you enjoy!



Welcome Denise Verrico


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


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

I write urban fantasy, fantasy and sci fi.  I’m also a playwright.  My publisher is L&L Dreamspell.


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

The latest Immortyl Revolution novel, My Fearful Symmetry, is set mostly in India.  Here, in the court of their chief elder, Immortyls live much as they did three thousand years ago.  Nineteen-year-old Cedric MacKinnon, a rent boy, fresh from the modern-day streets of London, is trained as an adept of the ancient arts, (courtesan and temple dancer in service to the goddess Kali).  He becomes entangled in a web of political and sexual intrigue centered on the revolution started by Mia Disantini and Kurt Eisen in the first two books.  The young man soon realizes that the chief elder uses Kali’s fearsome reputation as a tool to exert control over other Immortyls.  Cedric is at first highly skeptical of the Goddess’ power, but after much trial and tribulation, he begins to question his disbelief.  The neat thing about this book is that it can be read first because the saga is seen through fresh eyes.  The reader can jump into the series here and later read Mia and Kurt’s story in the first two books.

The inspiration for the book is two-fold.  First, the series needed a character on the inside of the Immortyl ruling class to see the revolution from a different POV.  Cedric MacKinnon was a character I’d created as a love interest for a character in a future book, but the boy just shouted to be heard.  It occurred to me that Cedric would be an excellent observer for this side of the saga.

Second, I’m a sucker, if you’ll pardon the expression, for vampire lore.  In my research, I found a lot of evidence pointing to vampire legends first appearing in India.  Indian mythology provides many examples of vampire-like spirits and deities.  Many of them are more like incubi and succubae that feed on sexual energy than the blood-sucking variety.  One deity often associated with vampirism is Kali.  The more I read, the more I became fascinated with the stories surrounding Kali and the tantric practices of some of her cults.  This led me to imagine the origin of the Immortyl culture and to give them their own religion based on tantrism.  Tantric rituals often involve sex.  In tantrism sex is viewed as a mystical experience that can confer great spiritual enlightenment.

While digging into Indian history and culture, I also came across accounts of the devidasi.  These were female temple devotees, skilled in music and dance and frequently exploited as courtesans.  Some of them, though, wielded surprising power.  The devidasi inspired the adepts of the ancient arts in my novels Like their historical counterparts the devidasi, adepts are employed as courtesans.  The sexual aspect of the adepts’ art is an elaborate tantric ritual symbolizing the act of Immortyl creation.

Out of all these elements, Cedric the male vampire courtesan was born.

Q: How do you build characters and their personalities and looks?

I spend a lot of time fleshing them out with research and imagination.  There’s a lot of psychology involved.  I really do think of them as people and delve deep into their psyches.  My background is in the theater, so I always fall back on the skills I learned there to create characters.  I keep character files and notes, creating detailed back-stories before I begin writing.  Sometimes a real person will inspire the looks of a character.   Usually I have a bulletin board where I post images that remind me of my characters.  At least that’s what I tell my husband about the pictures of scantily clad twenty-something males.  I jokingly call these my “muses”, but they do inspire me.

Q: Tell me about some of your heroes/heroines:

The plot of the series revolves around four characters, one of which is introduced near the end of the upcoming fourth book, Ratopia.  I don’t write much about people who’ve had it easy.  My heroes and heroines are orphans and runaways that fall under the spell of Immortyl glamour, only to find it a bad bargain.

Mia Disantini is a feisty Italian-American from Brooklyn, the child of immigrants.  She runs away from her abusive aunt in 1950 and becomes an actress in New York.  An alpha male vampire makes her his concubine, but Mia is a modern woman with modern ideas and rebels against him.

Meanwhile in Norway, a boy about Mia’s age has lost his entire family to the Holocaust, and fallen under the spell of a vampire elder named Brovik.  This is Kurt Eisen, the man Mia is destined to love.  Kurt is small and slight, yet angelically beautiful, thoughtful, intense and deliberate, where Mia is impulsive and passionate.

Their love is forbidden, since they are the property of their masters, but they meet and correspond in secret.  Some forty years later, the two finally become lovers.  Together they steal a scientific blueprint to the secrets of immortality and inspire a revolution made up of the cast-off and downtrodden of Immortyl society.

The third player in the saga is Cedric MacKinnon, the hero of My Fearful Symmetry.  At fifteen, he runs away from a foster home in Scotland to London.  He’d love to be a rock star, but of course, his aspiration is naive.  Without any prospects but his good looks, he falls into prostitution.  This nearly kills him.  Enter Raj, a sexy Indian Immortyl who beguiles Cedric with promises of fame and fortune.  Cedric starts out selfish and needy.  He’s gotten by on his looks for a long time, until his guru, a woman named Sandhya, teaches him that he has greater value.  Lord Liu, an elder Cedric’s assigned to entertain, becomes an admirer and mentor to the boy, spotting the potential warrior under the paint and silk of the adept.

Book four brings these three main characters together and introduces the fourth, but I can’t tell you more about her because of spoilers.


Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them back to the drawing board?

I’ll read or listen to music.  I find a lot of inspiration in those activities.  Sometimes, I go for a walk on the nature trail in the park near my home.  Research always seems to get my creative juices flowing again.  I enjoy non-fiction reading and documentary films or shows.  Politics infuriates me but gives me a lot of material for my books.  I wrote a lot of Twilight of the Gods during the presidential race.  I’m always working on other projects in various stages, so I can always hop over and take a break.  It seems to help if I write on a rotation, giving my main project most of my time, but taking a “night off” every third of fourth night to develop other works.


Q: Do you have any specific things (or rituals) that help you to write or that inspire you?

I sit on my sofa with my laptop.  I may have VH1 classic on for background or play music.  Coffee helps, but if I’m stressed a glass of red wine goes a long way.  Wine calls for extra proofreading later.  Usually, my birds are out of their cages and hanging out with me.   I have a Timneh African Grey Parrot, two cockatiels and three budgies.


Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list? 

Well, I’d love to travel, but that wouldn’t give me enough time to go to the exotic places I want to see.  First, I’d get up in time to see the sunrise, make a quick trip to Cedar Point and ride my favorite roller coasters one last time.  Next, I guess I’d buy some really good wine, put on Mozart, Chopin, Queen and Bowie and the rest of my favorites and eat all the lobster and chocolate mousse I could hold–with my husband and son of course.  Then, I’d lie on my back and look at the stars until the very last moment.


Q: Are there any authors who have influenced your work?

I love the dark, dreamlike quality of Anne Rice’s vampire novels.  I also have to give a nod to historical fiction authors like Mary Renault and Robert Graves.  They wrote about historical figures in a very accessible first-person voice.  I have to say I owe an awful lot to Joss Whedon.  When I started writing Cara Mia, my first novel, there weren’t many vampire books with a mix of adventure, humor, romance and horror.  Also, he had the ultimate kick-ass character in Buffy.  That show married a lot of elements that I like in a story.  It morphs easily through humor to horror to pathos.


Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?

When the germ of a story idea occurs to me, I usually start with creating the characters and writing scenes of dialogue.  I was a playwright, so it’s very natural for me to see a story like a movie in my head.  This helps me, because books today tend to be dialogue driven and the emphasis less on narrative and descriptive passages.  With this third book, it all kind of came together at once.  The Indian setting is so important to My Fearful Symmetry, and I put a lot of time into making the flavor as authentic as possible.


Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters?

I have the casting all sorted out.  Cedric would have to be the young British actor, Nicholas Hoult.  He just played Beast in the latest X-Men movie and was Tony in the original British version of Skins.  He’s smart, sexy, really tall and one hell of a good actor.  All of those are perfect qualities for Cedric.  Nick was brilliant in A Single Man with Colin Firth.  If you haven’t seen this film, you must.  I always thought Christina Ricci should play Mia.  She’s a very pretty Italian-American gal, petite and curvy, with an acerbic, East Coast edge that fits my heroine.   Elijah Wood would be perfect for Kurt.  He has this ethereal beauty and otherworldly quality that I love.  Those eyes of his are amazing.  I admit to stealing them for Kurt.


Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?

I’m just about finished with the final draft of book four in my Immortyl Revolution series, Ratopia, which should be out next spring.  Other projects on the horizon are an urban fantasy with a variety of magical creatures, a historical fantasy set in an eighteenth-century inspired culture and a paranormal romance spoof called Betti Loves Yeti.


Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say? 

You asked for it:  Potential Cougar.  Dangerous Wit.  Handle with caution.


Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?

One of the great pleasures for me in writing speculative fiction is all of the possibilities that exist for the imagination.  Urban fantasy, in particular, allows a blending of the real world with the fantastical.  I love reading about legends and mythology.  Recently, I was on a panel at a science fiction convention, where one of the writers suggested that urban fantasy is about creating mythology for the modern day.  He referenced Joseph Campbell’s books, such as The Power of Myth.  If you haven’t read Campbell’s books and you’re interested at all in mythology, I highly recommend them.  You may be surprised by the similarity of myths from cultures around the world and corresponding themes in a lot of stories that are popular today.  I try in my small way to re-imagine some of these powerful stories in a contemporary way.


Q: Where can we find you on the web?!/pages/Immortyl-Revolution-Fans-of-Denise-Verrico-author/290431344200


Only the most gifted and beautiful Immortyls are chosen to serve Mother Kali as adepts of the ancient arts…

For nineteen-year-old Cedric MacKinnon, the promise of eternal youth and celebrity sounds like a dream come true. It becomes a nightmare when a master vampire plucks the boy from the London streets and spirits him away to India. In the fabled ashram of the adepts of the ancient arts, Cedric undergoes the grueling process of training as a temple dancer and courtesan. With the threat of revolution hanging over court, the chief elder employs the boy he names Shardul in dangerous games of seduction and intrigue. Hated by the chief’s mistress and abused by those he entertains, Cedric struggles with visions of a violent destiny that seem to come from Kali herself. The stakes are heightened when the rebel leader, Loki, is brought to India for trial and Cedric is forced to choose between the protection and patronage of a powerful elder and his love for a female adept.

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Welcome to St. Nacho’s by ZA Maxfield

  Welcome to Santo Ignico or as the locals call it, ‘St. Nacho’s’, a sleepy beachside town where people come to relax and start over. Z. A. Maxfield’s St. Nacho’s introduced the readers to her wonderful cast of characters and in the next two books, Physical Therapy and Jacob’s Ladder, the reader falls more in love with St. Nacho’s. Now the next chapter is coming in Book of Daniel and as a treat here is your first taste of it of St. Nacho’s, book 1. I hope you enjoy Santo Ignico or St. Nacho’s, where you will find peace of mind and a love worth fighting for.

St. Nacho’s by ZA Maxfield

Book 1 in series

Loose Id

Contemporary MM


Cooper has spent the last three years running from a painful past. He’s currently moving from town to town, working in restaurant kitchens, and playing his violin for tips. As soon as he starts to feel comfortable anywhere—with anyone—he moves on. He’s aware that music may be the only human language he still knows. Ironically, the one man he’s wanted to communicate with in all that time is deaf.

Shawn is part of a deaf theater group at the nearby college. Shawn wants Cooper as soon as they meet and he begins a determined flirtation. Cooper is comfortable with down and dirty sex, just not people. As far as Shawn is concerned, dirty sex is win-win, but he wants Cooper to let him into the rest of his life as well.

Cooper needs time to heal and put his past away for good. Shawn needs to help Cooper forgive himself and accept that he can be loved. Both men find out that when it comes to the kind of healing love can bring, the sleepy beachside town of Santo Ignacio, “St. Nacho’s” as the locals call it, may just be the very best place to start.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual practices.

Sneak Peek into St. Nacho’s:

I grinned and turned away. Time to move on. Shawn’s gang was made up of people who shared a life like his. I knew the deaf community in the town where I grew up was insular and had its own social hierarchy. They were differently abled, and a man who made his life by his ears wouldn’t exactly be necessary or welcomed into their world.

I found my way back to Nacho’s and up into my small studio there. Somehow, with these four bare walls around me, I felt safer than I had in three years. It was a sanctuary of sorts and made me think I needed to find St. Ignatius and do whatever it is you do for saints. I just wanted to stay out of the harsh glare of public scrutiny, do my job, and then fade away like a sigh when it came time to relocate.

It wasn’t until that evening that I realized I’d blown the whole anonymity gig completely and that Shawn would inadvertently play a part in making me the center of controversy in sleepy St. Nacho’s.

I was playing “De Colores,” a mariachi tune as classic as margaritas on the fifth of May, when Shawn, who had the night off, and all his friends came in. Really, it was a quiet Thursday night at the bar, sometime between the dinner rush and the dancing that would follow when ten o’clock rolled around. I was beginning to enjoy this — the hour when I could play and chat with people I wouldn’t call friends, but acquaintances. They listened with enthusiasm, a lot of them, because they’d never had anyone play just for them. The old fancy French restaurant staple of a violinist who played romantic music for a table was as foreign a concept in St. Nacho’s as…well…a fancy French restaurant. I could already hear the difference the practice was making in the way I played, and I wasn’t immune to the siren’s song of my talent. I was getting better.

When Shawn came into the bar with his friends, he immediately sat the group at a table on the patio where I was playing and went to get them a round of drinks. He had three men and two girls with him. Their little party was so lively; they caught every eye in the place. Shawn returned and Kevin put a protective hand on the back of his chair. He and Shawn began to talk, and I saw a lot of glances headed my way. Kevin’s looked a little frosty, and I wasn’t surprised. He kept a hand on Shawn, or his chair, the entire time. Shawn even knocked it off a couple of times, but Kevin simply put it back surreptitiously when he wasn’t paying attention.

Shawn waved at me and I gestured back with the neck of my violin without interrupting the piece. He and Kevin engaged in some sort of discussion. They all looked like passionate debates, and he scooted his chair away from Kevin’s a little. Then Shawn smiled at me with the kind of smile that usually meant leaving town. And from the way Kevin stared at his profile, I saw I was right. Whatever they were saying, I would not be staying in St. Nacho’s long enough to find out.

I turned and worked the tables in the opposite corner, deliberately. When it comes to a smile like the one on Shawn’s face, I had to say, I was not immune to its charm. It spoke to me of summer and liking a boy because he helped you off the ground when another one shoved you. It reminded me of music camp, pancake breakfasts, cold lemonade, and playing in the orchestra at the Mall of America and going on an amusement park ride with the first chair cello, only to find out that he wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss him. It was an open, curious smile, free of guile, which I could not even look at for its brightness and its hope.

Then suddenly, he was standing right before me, having tired of trying to get my attention any other way, and between songs I sighed and smiled back. He held out a beer as an offering, and I shook my head and declined, telling him firmly that I did not drink.

Wide, curious eyes that told me nothing met mine. “Iced tea?” he asked, carefully signing and speaking the words.

I nodded. He left to get me a glass and brought sweetener and lemon back with it on a saucer. “Play for me,” he said. “I’ll watch.” He indicated the violin.

What devil possessed me, I couldn’t say, but perhaps the simple troublemaker that was my constant companion made me take his hand and place it on the bottom of my violin as I began to play “La Habanera,” from Carmen. His eyes widened, and he jerked his hand back completely as if it burned when I played the first few notes. Kevin leaped to his feet.

Oh, yeah. I’m a fucking Venus flytrap, all right. A man-eater.


Physical Therapy, book 2 in St. Nacho’s Series

Contemporary GBLT

Loose Id

When Jordan Jensen moves to St. Nacho’s he has one goal in mind: starting over. He wants to reconnect with best friends Cooper and Shawn yet is uncertain of his welcome. He has the skills to get a job, but isn’t sure any prospective employer can get past the time he spent in jail for alcohol-related vehicular homicide. He’s past the worst part of his life but knows it will haunt him forever. So Jordan plans a life of quiet service. One thing he knows for sure: finding love is entirely too much to ask.

On the first day of his new job, Jordan meets Ken Ashton. Ken has every reason to hate Jordan for his past and only one to seek him out: Ken’s baseball career was shattered in a drunk-driving accident. But for some reason he can’t explain, Ken needs Jordan’s touch and finds healing within Jordan’s warmth and strength. Jordan wants to give Ken everything his new partner needs.

Without entirely understanding it, Ken and Jordan develop a powerful emotional and erotic connection, but Ken must help Jordan find the faith to trust it. Unexpected help comes from the people of Santo Ignacio–and the town itself–a place where Physical Therapy can be a path toward spiritual healing and powerful, passionate love.

  Jacob’s Ladder, Book 3 in St. Nacho’s

Contemporary GBLT

Loose Id

Jacob “Yasha”” Livingston is having a bad day. First there is the head cold. Then the orgy, the fight, and the hospital. Between that and the bus driver who ejects him — after accusing him of transmitting the Swine Flu — the rest of his day seems fairly vague. Now he’s stuck in a small town called Santo Ignacio and he has a whole lot of thinking to do.

One thing is, when fate speaks in the form of an EMT, maybe it’s time to listen. One man in particular, EMT Jason “JT” Lents, with his shy smile and jade green eyes, seems more like an angel than a paramedic. But Jason has a date with a newer, prettier girl every night, despite the fact that he seems to return Yasha’s interest.

What will make JT happy? If JT is afraid of his feelings it might be Yasha’s chance to heal the healer. For this couple to find their way, it’s up to Jacob, his new friends, and the magic of St. Nacho’s.

And coming August 30th, 2011….Book 4 in the St. Nacho’s series, the Book of Daniel.

Dan has come to St. Nacho’s like many others, looking for a new life. He’s made peace with his sexuality, even though he’s involved in a bitter divorce. He’s rethinking his career which up until now has been real estate development. And he’s suddenly free to sample all the encounters that life as an out-and-proud gay man in a very liberal town has to offer. There’s no shortage of takers either, because between Nacho’s Bar and his brother’s new French style bakery and cafe, St. Nacho’s has become something of a hot spot for gay vacationers.

The only problem is, while Dan is trying to enjoy some reckless abandon for a change, his eyes, and his heart, keep landing on the blond, beefy, and delicious person of one firefighter named Cameron, who despite being known far and wide as St. Nacho’s biggest player seems to have nothing at all to say to him.

Life isn’t perfect. Minerva at Rune Nation, St. Nacho’s occult bookstore has declared him “St. Nacho’s Enemy Number One”, the man most likely to ruin the peaceful little town forever. She’s enlisted the help of Izzie, the aura reading body builder and Muse, Dan’s brother Yasha’s best friend to keep him under surveillance at almost every hour of the day and that’s cramping his style.

Dan has to decide where his heart, and his home will be.

About ZA Maxfield

I have no excuses.  I started reading Yaoi when my kids decided they had to read every manga ever published and I got tired of little ninja boys and magical girls.  I sat in the corner with Descendants of Darkness and my world was officially rocked.

I started to read love stories between men, and my official position is that if one hot guy in a book is good, then two is arguably better.  If you add to that the fact that I believe everyone should have a happy ending?  Well, this is the end result.

I hope you enjoy reading these stories.  Each one is carefully hand crafted with love, humor, and just the right touch of… er… touching.







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Welcome Jenny Twist today

Hi and welcome to my blog, Jenny Twist. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake


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

I write horror, SciFi, romance and historical. So far everything I have written has been published (or is contracted to be published) by Melange Books.


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

My most recent release is a historical novel, Domingo’s Angel. It began as a short story which told of an English woman who came to Southern Spain the early 1950s. Tourism had barely touched the country at that time and the people were only just beginning to recover from the deprivations of the war. She arrived in a remote mountain village and caused some consternation amongst the inhabitants, who had never met a foreigner before. But Domingo, the goatherd, fell in love with her. When she introduced herself, he believed she was saying she was an angel (‘Soy Ángela’ in Spanish can either mean ‘I am Angela’ or ‘I am an angel’). Hence the title of the story.

I found, however, that I was so intrigued by one of the characters that I wanted to write more and the short story eventually grew into a novel.


Q: How do you build characters and their personalities and looks?

Actually, I don’t feel as if I have very much to do with it. The characters seem to just happen by themselves. I often think about something I’m writing when I’m in that state half-way between waking and sleeping just before I doze off, and I wake up with the whole thing formed, including the characters.


Q: Tell me about some of your heroes/heroines:

I think my favourite from Domingo’s Angel is Rosalba, the shopkeeper. When you first meet her she seems to be a typical Spanish granny who dominates her little village and knows everything that goes on, but it gradually transpires that she is considerably more than that. She is doctor, midwife and wise woman. And she is ‘fey.’ She sometimes knows about things before they happen.

Domingo himself is a lot of fun. He is an uneducated peasant, but is immensely practical and has an innate knowledge of how to build things. He has all the joyfulness and exuberance of an Andalusian and is a delightful lover.


Q: What do you do when the muse decides to take a holiday or become really difficult? How do you try to coax them/she/it/he back to the drawing board?

So far it has never happened. I live in dread that it will one day.


Q: Do you have any specific things (or rituals) that help you to write or that inspire you?

I think out everything before I write anything down and when I do come to write it, I feel as if I’m just downloading a finished product. I very rarely stop for breath, so to speak. If I ever can’t quite get the next sentence right, I say something roughly along the right lines and change it when I read it back after it’s finished.


Q: If the world was to end tomorrow, what three things would be on your bucket list?

If the world was actually going to end tomorrow, I’d download the latest Stephen King and lose myself in it, have drinks on the terrace in the sun with Mr T and then go out for a slap-up meal, all of which I’d pay for on my credit card. Ha ha!
If I had a few weeks, I’d visit Santorini In Greece (they had an eruption there in ancient times and there is a whole city preserved – not unlike Pompeii in Italy) and Mexico – I want to see the ancient temples.


Q: Are there any authors who have influenced your work?

Stephen King, John Wyndham, M R James, Mary Stewart, Mary Wesley, Robert B Parker….actually I think I ought to stop now, or we’ll be here all day.


Q: What comes first for you: Setting? Storyline? Characters?

Definitely storyline. My stories always start with ‘What if?’ and then the idea grows into a plot and the characters come along by themselves.


Q: If one of your books became a movie, which celebrity would you like to star as your main characters?

I would have liked the young Meryl Streep as Angela. She has the right appearance – tall, slender, very fair-skinned, with red hair – and she’s a superb actress.


Q: What do you have coming next? Anything you want to tell us?

My novella, Doppelganger, came out at the end of last month. It’s about a young woman who is suddenly pitched into a parallel existence.

Another novella Uncle Vernon, is coming out in the anthology Halloween Treats in October. Therefs something very peculiar about Uncle Vernon. Nobody knows what he does in the cellar.

I have just finished a short story, Mantequero, which I have entered in the Just One Bite competition hosted by All Romance Books in October. It’s a very spooky story about what happens to  a young schoolmistress who comes to Spain for a holiday.

I have 2 other novels and several short stories in the pipeline. The first, tentatively titled eThe Cradle of the Godsf is a science fiction work which retells the Greek myths from the point of view of the ship-wrecked spacemen who perpetrated them. The second, eAll in the Mindf is about an old woman who mysteriously begins to get younger. Wishful thinking?The short stories are more of the same as in eTake One at Bedtimef. Every so often I have an idea for one and eventually there will be enough, I hope, for another collection.


Q: If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Me? Or my books? My anthology ‘Take One At Bedtime,’ which contains some horror stories, comes with the warning Do not exceed the stated dose. But me? I’m a pussycat.




Q: What else would you like readers to know about you or your work?

I write about subjects that are often rather scary and sometimes violent, but most of my stories have a happy ending and I don’t indulge in extreme violence or explicit sex scenes.


Q: Where can we find you on the web?

You can find me on this site:





When Angela turns up in a remote Spanish mountain village, she is so tall and so thin and so pale that everyone thinks she is a ghost or a fairy or the dreadful mantequero that comes in the night and sucks the fat from your bones.

But Domingo knows better. “Soy Angela,” she said to him when they met – “I am an angel.” Only later did he realise that she was telling him her name and by then it was too late and everyone knew her as Domingo’s Angel.

This is the story of their love affair. But it is also the story of the people of the tiny mountain village – the indomitable Rosalba – shopkeeper, doctor, midwife and wise woman, who makes it her business to know everything that goes on in the village; Guillermo, the mayor, whose delusions of grandeur are rooted in his impoverished childhood; and Salva the Baker, who risked his life and liberty to give bread to the starving children.

The events in this story are based on the real experiences of the people of the White Villages in Southern Spain and their struggle to keep their communities alive through the years of war and the oppression of Franco’s rule.

Published  by Melange Books 10th July 2011

Available on Amazon and Kindle

ISBN: 978-1-61235-202-2


Thank you so much for having me, Raine. And thank you, Zeke and Jake, for the delightful cocktails.