Sunday, 26 March 2017


Between 27th and 31st March 2017 The Runaway will be featured as part of The Romance Review 6th Anniversary Event.

Head over and check it out. There will be games, giveaways, and plenty of surprises. And, of course, there'll be more about The Runaway, which is a lively New Adult with a touch of spice.

“When all you ever wished for is the last thing you ever wanted....”

Ciarrai is running away from a past that’s still breathing down his neck. Jack has no past, his memory wiped in the accident that killed his parents. They meet and their lives move forward like stones skimming the surface of the water, dipping into memories that want to surface and those that want to lie buried forever.
Together, they struggle to come to terms with what happened in the past and where they want to go in the future, but can Jack cope with a man who likes to dress in leather mini-skirts and silk kimonos? Can Ciarrai trust Jack with the secrets of his past; secrets he can’t escape, secrets that are snapping at his heels?
When those secrets catch up, forcing Ciarrai back to the life he’d left, a life that was slowly draining his life away, he and Jack’s love is both threatened and tested by forces from without and within.



“You can’t be disrespecting the fairies, Damien.” Ciarrai shook his head at his smaller brother, who stuck out his tongue.
“There’s no such thing as fairies, Ciarrai,” Damien declared, investigating one nostril with a grubby finger.  “Everyone knows that.”
“Sure, they don’t,” Ciarrai insisted. “Don’t you ever listen to what Dadda tells us, about when he was young and living in Ireland?”
“No, you don’t. You just want to play.”
“Well, who wants to sit and listen to stories about some old woman we’ve never seen? They’re only stories Ciarrai, they’re not real.”
Ciarrai shook his head. At almost ten, he was half a foot taller than his brother, and felt far more than two years older. Where Damien was robust and inquisitive, much preferring action to quiet contemplation, Ciarrai was slender and fey, liking to spend time reading and thinking.
“They are real,” Ciarrai insisted. “Dadda said so.”
Damien paused and frowned. “Are you sure? Are you sure he said they were actually real? That he actually said it?”
Ciarrai smiled. “Yes, he actually did. Do you want to hear one?”
Damien looked thoughtful for a moment then nodded. “Okay.”
“Get into bed then, or Mam will be up here chasing me into my own room.”
Damien scuttled across the hall from the bathroom, and leaped onto the bed, bouncing for a moment before pulling the quilt around his ears, gazing up at his brother expectantly.
“Did we ever go to Ireland, Ciarrai?” Damien asked, peering at him over the duvet.
Ciarrai considered thoughtfully. “I think so. I think I remember there being lots of green. And there was a horse, and I got to ride it. I’m not sure I liked it, but it was fun. We drove in a funny cart thing that a horse pulled and Dadda said he used to race them.”
“Why don’t I remember?” Damien demanded, clearly affronted that he had no such memories.
“Because you were very little, Damien, only a baby.”
“So why don’t we go anymore? Why don’t we get to hear the stories from Gra’ma and Gran’da?”
“Coz they don’t like Dadda anymore. We mustn’t ask, Mam said. It makes Dadda sad.”
“Oh. Okay. Tell me a story.”
Ciarrai smiled and ruffled his brother’s straw-coloured hair, which was a few shades darker than his own. Settling himself on the bed, he closed his eyes and took a breath.
“A long, long time ago, there was a foolish man.”
“Why was he foolish?”
“I don’t know. He just was. If you want me to tell you the story, shut up and listen.”
“Okay, sorry.”
With a sigh, Ciarrai settled down and began again.
“A long, long time ago, there was a foolish man. He liked to get drunk and wander in the mountains under the moon. He wouldn’t listen when the people in the village told him it was a bad idea.”
“Why did they tell him that?”
“Damien, if you’re going to keep interrupting, I’m going to stop telling the story. If you listen you’ll find out.”
For the third time, Ciarrai started to speak.
“The foolish man forgot that the mountains in the moonlight belonged to the fey folk, the Tuatha de Danann. He wouldn’t listen when he was told and he laughed—just like you do, Damien—at the thought of fairies. He didn’t believe they existed.
“One day, when he was walking under a full moon near the old forest, he heard music coming from the trees. He knew he should stay away, but he was curious and he was foolish. The mead had made him brave. So, he went into the trees and crept through the darkness, until he saw light ahead.
“He had almost come to the light when it disappeared, and he was left wandering around in the darkness. It took him a lot of time to find his way out of the trees and, when he did, he heard the laughter and music again. He didn’t go back into the trees, because he wasn’t that stupid. So he was going to walk home. But then he saw something, a glowing figure walking out of the trees just in front of him.”
“Why was it glowing?”
“I don’t know— it just was. Shut. Up. Damien. Just listen. Anyway, he followed the flowing figure but as fast as he went, she went faster.”
“Was it a woman?”
Ciarrai gave an exaggerated sigh, but ignored him and pressed on, his eyes still closed. “He followed the woman, but she kept getting farther and farther away. The faster he went, the farther ahead she got, even though she didn’t seem to be moving very fast. And I don’t know why, okay,” he forestalled his brother’s question. “In the end, the man thought he would never be able to catch up and he shouted at her to wait.”
“Did she wait?”
 “She stopped and let him catch up. ‘Why didn’t you wait?’ he asked. ‘Why didn’t you ask?’ she said. The man thought she was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he soon got lost in her beauty.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure,” Ciarrai had to admit. “I think it means that she was so beautiful he didn’t see what she really was or what was really happening. I don’t think she was a very nice person at all, actually, not when the man loved her that much, but that’s the way fairies are, I think.”
“Was she a fairy?” Damien was interested now, sitting up, his eyes wide.
“Yes, she was.”
“Did she change him into a rabbit?”
“No, she didn’t change him into a rabbit. What made you think that?”
“If I was a fairy and someone did something I didn’t like, I’d turn them into a rabbit.”
“Well, I think the man was pretty lucky that the fairy wasn’t you.”
“What did she do?”
“Taking him by the hand, she led him into the trees. It was never dark because the glow that surrounded her lit the way. After a while, they came to a clearing where there was a party going on. In the middle was a fairy ring and lots of fairies of all shapes and sizes were dancing.”
“The woman led him around the side of the ring to a table full of food and drink. She picked up a crystal goblet filled with mead, and a honey cake so thin you could see the moon through it, and held them out to him.
“The man knew it was dangerous to accept food and drink from the fey folk. He remembered being told by his grandmother many years before, but he couldn’t remember why, and the fairy was looking at him with a smile on her beautiful face, so he reached out and took the goblet and the cake.”
“When he had eaten and drunk, the fairy took his hand and led him into the fairy circle. Again, he knew it was a bad idea, but he did it anyway, because the beautiful woman had bewitched him.”
“What does ‘bewitched’ mean?”
“It means ‘put a spell on’.”
“See,” Damien said, smugly. “I told you she would.”
“She didn’t turn him into a rabbit, though.”
“What did she do?”
Ciarrai frowned. “She enchanted him, so that he didn’t remember his life before. He didn’t remember anything but her. He didn’t want to do anything but dance with her, and eat and drink with her.”
“Did he…you know?” Damien asked, with a smirk.
Ciarrai glared at him. “Eew, Damien, trust you to think about that.” Damien grinned smugly and snuggled down in the bed, stifling a yawn, and Ciarrai started again. “He forgot about everything but her until, one day, he shook off the enchantment and realised where he was and who he was. For a few days he went on, eating and drink and dancing, but everything seemed shallow and false. He realised he was trapped and, although no one bound him, or told him he couldn’t leave, he knew that, having set foot inside the fairy circle on the night of the dance, he had doomed himself to remain in the land of the fey forever.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Damien yawned more widely. “I mean it’s a nice place, isn’t it—fairyland? Why didn’t he want to stay there? It’s better than this one.”
“This what?”
“This land. It’s always sunny in fairyland, and there are cool things, like trolls and ogres and—”
“That fairyland isn’t real, Damien, this one was different.”
“Was it bad, then?”
“Well, no,” Ciarrai admitted reluctantly. “He was never hungry or thirsty and everyone was always happy and laughing and never sick or sad. He was treated well and everything was bright and shiny and glittery.”
“Then why did he want to leave?”
“Because he wasn’t a fairy and he didn’t belong.”
“But if it was a better place?”
“It might have been better in some ways, but it wasn’t his home. And he didn’t want things to be bright and shiny all the time. He wanted things to be dark sometimes, so he’d have something to fight for. Most of all, he wanted to have a choice, to be able to go home if he wanted. And, no matter how pretty and sweet and lovely everything was, he was still a prisoner.”
“So what did he do?”
“One day, he went to the king of the fairies and asked him to set him free. The king agreed, but he warned him that things would be different when he went back. He told him if he ever changed his mind, he could return to fairyland, but he’d never be able to leave it again.
“When the man got back to the human world, he found that hundreds of years had passed while he’d been dancing. Everything had changed. His family and friends were long dead and he didn’t fit into the world as it was then.”
“Did he go back to fairyland?”
“No. Even though he didn’t really fit in to the human world anymore, at least he was free there. He had challenges and struggles and he eventually fell in love and had a family. He said that no matter how bad things might have been in the outside world, he would always have chosen it because it was better to be free in a bad place than be a slave in the best place ever.”
“He was stupid, then.”
“He was?” Ciarrai looked at his brother in surprise. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, I do. He could have spent his whole life playing with fairies, and doing nothing but eating and dancing with beautiful people. Why would he want to leave that behind and live somewhere he had to work hard and he didn’t like?”
Ciarrai smiled and pressed him back on the pillows. Sliding off the bed, he tucked the duvet around his now sleepy brother, and turned off the light. “You’ll understand when you’re older,” he said solemnly, then hurried off to his own warm bed.

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Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Wednesday Briefs

 I'm sorry I haven't been up to working on Demon for a couple of weeks. However, the rest of the gang have been busy writing flashes for your delectation and delight. Here is the Wednesday Brief post as well as a list of those flashing this week

Friday, 17 March 2017

The Romance Reviews 6th Birthday Party

Come along and join the party for the possibility of major prizes. In addition, answer questions about you truly to win a copy of my book and a $5 gift voucher

Friday, 10 March 2017

Separated by Louise Lyons

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Release date: March 31, 2017
Length: 45,000 words
Cover design: Simon Searle


Matthew Langford is told on his twenty-first birthday that he has a twin. After the initial shock, he quickly realizes this is why he always felt part of him was missing. His search takes him 200 miles to Devon, UK, where he meets fraternal twin, Tremaine Wheal.

The pair discover many things in common, and quickly become as close as if they’d never been separated. But when they share a moment in a nightclub, each realizes there is more between them than having shared a womb. Panic sets in and they part. Once again their separation brings loneliness and pain.

Eventually, unable to stay away from each other, they tentatively move forward together as lovers. But secrets don’t stay secret for long, and discovery and questions threaten their happiness.
This is a taboo story featuring twins.

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Author Bio

Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. 

Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties. Posting stories based on some of her favourite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing "hobby" more seriously.

Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad dog called Casper, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long-distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races home afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.

Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and job, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.

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Wednesday, 8 March 2017


It is with great regret that I have to inform you that Wayward Ink Press is closing its doors.
This means that my books

Project X

Lab Rat
Shade's Champion

are no longer available. I am re-submitting and they will be back as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I don't have the technical knowledge to self-publish, so it will take a long time to go through the re-submission process so it's not likely all four will be back this year.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Wednesday Briefs Demon Part 45

No prompts this week so lets get right into the story and find out what our boys are doing with a great big talking pussy

The cat’s purr thrums through my body and makes me smile for no reason other than that the warmth of its body and the warm, musky smell make me happy. I bury my face in its soft fur and sigh with pleasure.
Sensing Tian’s approach, I raise my head. He seems shocked but not afraid. When he hold out his hand, the cat butts it with its head, it’s purr increasing in intensity. Tian squats beside me and puts his arm around me.
“Welcome Massterss.”
Where did that voice come from? It was so strange. Almost as if…. I gaze at Tian who stares back, his eyes wide. “Was that…?”
“My name iss Malik Massterss. It iss my pleassure to sserve.”
“Tell me you hear that too.”
Tian nods dumbly. “Was…was it the cat?”
I jump when a hand touches my shoulder. I gaze up into the face of Tian’s mother. She smiles gently at me. “Is the cat speaking to you?”
“Yes. Is that normal here?”
“Normal? No, but not unheard of. Come, let’s get inside. You may bring your familiar.”
“The cat is your servant now, sent to guard you, to be your eyes and ears in the other world.”
“What other world?”
“I will explain everything as best I can, but we need to be somewhere safe.”
“Safe sounds good.”
The queen smiles and returns to her husband. Together they begin to walk down the slope, away from the cave. “His name is Malik,” Tian says. His mother glances over her shoulder. She seems surprised, but says nothing to him.
“The Goddess welcomes you, Malik. My home is your home.”
Malik raises his head and gives a strange yowl that sounds very much like an acknowledgement. Oh who am I kidding, of course it was. The damn cat talks to me in my head, of course it understands humans.
“Castien, what’s going on here?” my father asks as we follow Tian’s parents, with Malik close to one side, and Tian the other. “Fire and fire cats? I though I’d lost you and now…. Fighting, I know. Ruling, riding…. Magic is beyond my understanding. Forgive me if I am suspicious that this is all a trick.”
“To what purpose?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t trust magic. It’s tricky. You think you control it, but all the time it’s controlling you. I’ve seen it happen. I’ve seen good men turn bad, sane men taken by madness.”
“This is different. I don’t know how, but it’s the difference between using magic and being magic.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. Perhaps we will find answers at the palace.”
My father does not sound convinced, and to be honest neither am I, but we have to start somewhere.
Malik trots silently as my side as we skirt the town and enter the palace through the back gate. Even so, there are plenty of people who point and stare. Most of them seem afraid, so I believe Malik is the one attracting the most attention. He doesn’t seem to mind. I, on the other hand, am extremely conscious that all I’m wearing is my father’s cloak. The smooth stones are a blessed relief to my bare feet. The thick carpets of the palace complex even more so.
Once inside, the king and queen hand over our care to servants and beg our indulgence in a small absence while they seek out information. How can we complain. Tian accompanies us, as does Malik, and we are shown to a well-appointed room, overlooking the lake. The servants are understandably nervous, and take their leave at the first opportunity with promise of refreshments. Shortly afterwards, more servants arrive with clothing, and just as quickly depart.
Somehow, being dressed has restored some of the equilibrium I had not realised I’d lost. It was as if a world that had been obscured by a mist now came back into focus, and with it an objective realization of all that has transpired. Standing in the window and gazing over the crystal waters, my mind is as scattered as the light.
“You are confussed Masster.”
“You could say that.” I have found the way to communicate with Malik without having to reveal to anyone, what is being said. I believe Tian can hear me, but that is no hardship.
“What conssernss you?”
“I’ve changed and I don’t understand how or why. Everything’s different but I feel the same. I just… I don’t know what to think. What to do next.”
“I undersstand, Masster. It happenss with thosse who are new. Sspeak with the Lady. Sshe will sset your mind eassy.”
“The Lady?”
“Where will I find her?”
“In the foresst, Masster. I will sshow you.”
“We should go.”
“Your parents?”
“Will wait.”
“My father?”
“Will wait.”
“What are you talking about?” Father frowns, his dark brows drawing together. He knows something is afoot. I feel bad for leaving him, but I know without knowing how that this is something I must do. The only clear answer I will get is from this Lady. I believe she might be the one who spoke to me.
“I have to leave for a little while I won’t be long. Wait here.”
“Leave? You’re not going anywhere without a guard. Where…?” He stopped mid-sentence when an effortless spell rolled over him and turned his blood to liquid gold. Comforting. Nourishing, but slow. His eyes take on a golden sheen and his lips curve in a smile. He is not aware of us leaving. I am happy to leave him relaxed and at peace. That is something I feel I will never be again, as Tian and I follow the cat from the palace and deep into the wood.

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Saturday, 18 February 2017

You Had Me at Hero by Michael P Thomas

You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas
Title: You Had Me at Hero
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Interracial
Length: Novella
Publisher: JMS Books


When seventeen-year-old Mark Potts fell from a balcony, he lost both the use of his legs and any faith in heroes. Now twenty-nine, he’s long-since come to terms with his injury. His job provides more opportunities for eye-rolling than for riding to anybody’s rescue, but with two kids to bring up, he barely has time for his husband, much less for heroics. Besides, Starr Bradford is a policeman — how many heroes does one family need?
Mark and Starr love each other madly, but stress management is a load-bearing pillar of their happiness. When Mark’s coping skills fail him at exactly the wrong moment, he’s left hanging by a thread of words he should’ve kept in his mouth. He has the power to repair their relationship, but when Starr’s workday suddenly goes south, will he get to wield it? Keeping it together long enough to find out is a job worthy of any superhero!
You Had Me at Hero by Michael P. Thomas

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The 911 call center was tucked into a park in the middle of town. Mark and Starr lived in a neighborhood of post-World War II brick ranch houses east of the park, barely a five-minute drive at three in the morning. Even after being corralled by Coretta, Mark was out of his clothes, out of his chair, and into the bed by three-thirty, with his arms around his husband at three-thirty and about two seconds. Geeze but it felt good to cuddle up next to Starr. Any trace of a world that might exist outside their bed fizzled away as soon as they were in it together. Even if he tried, which he had long given up doing, he couldn’t focus on a worry, couldn’t retain the residue from even the most stressful call. With Starr in his arms, there was no room left for fear, no way to also hold on to doubt. With Starr in a patrol car and two sons careening through life in America while being black, these things were easy enough to find during the day, but in the quiet dark, Starr’s body throwing heat like rocks in a sauna, Mark’s defenses—which Starr assured him were more finely tuned than most people’s—melted away.
When Starr rolled over with the whoosh of a contented sigh to take Mark in his own arms, Mark knew he was safe. He knew he was loved. And when his hand followed a hunch along the ridge of Starr’s muscled belly, he knew he was desired. He took a great handful of Starr’s warm, heavy balls and watched a sleepy grin spread across his face.
This mumbled verification always made Mark laugh. As opposed to…? “No. It’s a jewel thief,” he said, gathering Starr’s balls and giving his sac a tug. “I just struck it rich.”
The grin grew and Starr rolled onto his back. “Take whatever you want, just please don’t hurt me.”
“We’ll see.”


This was a very sweet book. Mark and Starr have been married for a while and have two children. They’re not the most typical family, not only because the boys have two dads. Mark is in a wheelchair after an accident as a teenager. 

Mark is blond haired, blue eyed, while his husband and sons are black. Whilst this is not played on in any way, it does throw up a mirror to some important issues. From people asking which part of Africa his son comes from to a caller to the emergency line where Mark works accusing a young man of “probably” carrying a weapon just because he’s black, Mark and his family face prejudice every day. Mark heartaches about his son’s future while Starr takes a more fatalistic stance. “Surround our boys with love and teach them to be good men, and that’s all we can do.”

Both Mark and Starr are very family oriented and the first two thirds of the book paints a beautiful picture of their strong family unit and some of the difficulties they overcome together. Then a horrible little worm insinuates itself in Mark’s brain when Starr starts spending guy time with a friend. They hang out at bars which isn’t Mark’s thing and he starts to suspect Starr likes being with his new friend more than him. This leads to stupid accusations he regrets immediately afterwards. Unfortunately the argument led to them not parting with their usual loving words.

When Starr is injured during a shooting, Mark finds himself envisioning a life without him and realised he can’t. This puts a lot of things into perspective.

Nothing about the book is particularly angsty, although there is plenty of action. There are some beautiful phrases (eg “The unshared kiss swirled in the space between them…)  and lovely little details, like the content of some of Mark’s 911 calls, which are sad, funny and maddening.

There are many kinds of heroes and, in my view, both these men qualify. Starr, as a police officer put his life on the line, while Mark straddles the line between 911 operator and homemaker. The two boys seem well adjusted, funny and cute, and they couldn’t want for better fathers or a more stable home life.

The book could very easily have slipped into twee – everything a little too perfect, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t have the feel of many other books I’ve read, where the happy ever after has to be fought for and is almost a reward for going through everything the world throws at them. Although there’s no doubt these two have to duck their fair share of incoming issues, there is a sense right from the start that they’re going to be fine and the HEA comes very easily to them. Not that this is a criticism in any way. It’s lovely to read about a strong, equal partnership and a family where everything just works. It’s like peeing through the net curtains and being bathed in warm family life.

I loved this book and wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it.


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Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.
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Thursday, 16 February 2017

Falling Hard by Dale Cameron Lowry

Title: Falling Hard
Author: Dale Cameron Lowry
Length: 233 pages/57,000 words
Publisher: Terrestrial Press
Genres: short stories, contemporary romance, paranormal romance, erotic romance


Falling Hard features nine of Dale Cameron Lowry’s best short romance stories, available for the first time in one book. Meet a sign language interpreter who finds unexpected love at middle-age, college students in their first relationships, a vampire who would rather be a vegan, and a proudly gay ex-Mormon atheist who sells Bibles for a living. From sweet to erotic, this collection exhibits the quirkiness, fun, and diversity Dale's writing is known for. Here are just a few of the stories in Falling Hard:
  • Mi Alma — Ex-Mormon Alma Larsen doesn't know the first thing about alcohol, so he hires bartender Damian Banks to help out at his winter holiday party. They build a friendship that simmers with sexual tension—and possibly something much deeper. Will this Christmas bring them both a love that lasts?
  • Loggerhead — Soon after they fall in love, Jake makes Eric a promise inspired by an old track uniform. But demanding work schedules at Jake’s four-star restaurant and Eric’s newspaper keep them from following through. Six years later, they take the honeymoon they never had, heading to the Florida coast in search of sea turtles—and rekindling their passion for each other in the process.
  • Reading the Signs — The only thing twenty-three-year-old Theo De Jong expects when he enrolls in a summer school for linguists in New Mexico is to get more ideas for his master’s thesis in Dutch Sign Language. But then he meets the American sign language expert Alfonso Grossman, and sparks fly.
  • Sweeter Than Blood — Keith was a vegan before a hot encounter with a stranger turned him into a vampire. In the year since, his sire, John, has tried to make up for the mistake by teaching Keith everything he knows about being a non-murderous bloodsucker. But temptation is strong in the form of Andres, a regular customer at the barbershop where Keith works. When Andres finally asks Keith on a date, the real danger begins.


From Loggerhead:
I got up and pulled on the sweats Jake had gotten out for me the night before. The sweatshirt was dusky blue, faded from years of washings. He’d told me it was from his days running high school track in Florida. On the front was a line-drawing of a massive turtle and the words “Langford Loggerheads” printed in green beneath it. 
Jake stirred, grumbling something under his breath as he turned onto his back and opened his eyes. When he saw me, he smiled. “You’re here,” he said with a degree of awe usually reserved for fireworks and the Grand Canyon. 
“Of course I am.” 
“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he said. 
“I like being in them.” I couldn’t hold eye contact with him anymore. I wasn’t used to being looked at like one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World. I pointed to the turtle on the front of his shirt. “Ever seen one in the wild?” 
“I was a turtle guide for a few years before moving up here. You?” 
I shook my head. “I’ve never been far south enough. I’ve always been curious, though. Ever since I read about them in Ranger Rick.” 
“You read Ranger Rick when you were a kid, too? I knew you were perfect.” 
I blushed. “Shut up.” 
“I’m serious.” He sat up in bed and reached for my hips, pulling me back into the sheets with him. “We should go on a turtle walk sometime. I’ll take you back home for nesting season.” 
“Take me home with you?” I teased. 
“Aren’t you moving a little fast?” 
“No,” he said with the solid confidence only a 35-year-old in love can have. “Not at all.”

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Dale Cameron Lowry lives in the Upper Midwest with a partner and three cats, one of whom enjoys eating dish towels, quilts, and wool socks. It’s up to you to guess whether the fabric eater is one of the cats or the partner. When not busy mending items destroyed by the aforementioned fabric eater, Dale is a writer and editor who enjoys wasting time on Tumblr, listening to podcasts, studying anatomy, getting annoyed at Duolingo, and reading fairy tales. Previous careers include sign language linguist, grocery store clerk, journalist, gardener, and camp counselor. Dale began writing for fun at the age of eight and has been making up stories ever since, from overly workshopped literary fiction to off-the-cuff fanfic. Queer Mormons have a way of popping up in Dale's work, whether it's romance or erotica, sci fi or fairy tales, slice-of-life contemporary fiction or spine-tingling horror. So do immigrants and emigrants, people with disabilities, multilingual folks, and others who live their lives navigating multiple cultures.

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  • Wednesday, 8 February 2017

    Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter 44

    I made a silly mistake this week. I helped do the prompts but painted myself into a corner given none of the prompts could apply to my story. My princes would have no idea what a kipper or a radiator was for example. I did the best I could under the circumstances, and to be honest I'm quite glad because Garfield gave me the idea of giving Castien a pet fire cat, which is not going to please anyone.

    We emerge from the cave into chaos. I had not realized how silent it was within the fire, until we leave it. The Druid stands close, so close we almost walk into him. I immediately place myself between him and Castien, who laughs, a musical sound. Instinctively I know he is amused by my belief that I still need to protect him. He is so much more than he was, but he is still the other half of my soul, and I would die before I let harm come to him.
    “What have you done?” Mother screams. “My son. You have killed my son.”
    King Aleric roars and breaks free of Father’s hold, rushing toward us with sword raised. He halts as if walking into an invisible wall and stares at us. “Castien? You…. But I saw you walk into the fire. I thought….”
    I have never yet seen Castien’s father lost for words. 
    “What sorcery is this?” the Druid hisses. “You were lost to the flame.”
    I notice he holds my boot in his hand and it suddenly hits me that no time has passed since we left the cave.
    “Not lost,” Castien says. His words are soft, but they carry throughout the cave. “It is you who are lost. We never were.”
    “It is impossible,” the Druid repeats, his face blank with shock.
    “Tian.” My mother’s call draws my attention from the Druid and when she embraces me it feels like home. “Oh my Tian,” she repeats as she weeps into my hair.
    “Don’t cry, Mother, we are safe.”
    Mother draws back and takes my face between her hands. “You are bonded,” she says, her voice trembling, and her eyes wide. 
    “Yes. It is complete.”
    “But how?”
    “There is much I don’t understand,” I admit, “but what I do understand is that Castien is part of my soul and I of his. Whatever happened within the flames remade us. It strengthened our bond and completed is. I don’t know how better to explain.”
    “Do you have an explanation of this,” King Aleric demands of the Druid.
    For the first time, I see the Druid uncertain. “I must consult my books. This has never happened within my lifetimes, nor have I come across it in any of the books I have studied. I-I have no explanation.”
    “Then you had better find one,” King Aleric grumbles. “And do not think I have forgotten what you did to my son, when you compelled him to come here.”
    “I did no more or less than was necessary,” the Druid says. “He is Druach and must enter the flame.”
    “You can’t be certain,” Mother says. “You made that mistake once before.”
    The Druid starts as if she had struck him, and indeed her words were barbed.
    “I will return when I have consulted,” the Druid says then walks stiffly away.
    “I’m sorry, Kai,” Mother calls. “He is my son. I thought I had lost him. Let us not part again with angry words between us.”
    The Druid pauses, stiff-backed, then proceeds to stride from the cave.
    Mother sighs. “Come,” she said. “This is no place to talk, and you must be cold. Let us return to the palace and talk.”
    “That sounds good.”
    I am surprised when King Aleric takes off his cloak and throws it around Castien’s shoulders. Until then, I hadn’t realized we are naked. It makes sense that when we were remade our clothes were not.
    Strangely, I am not cold, and Castien I think accepts the cloak for the sake of modesty rather than need. I accept Father’s coat for the same reason.
    Outside, the air hits me with a wave of sight, sound and sensation. Has the sun always been so bright, the grass green? Surely the breeze has never tasted of crystal water before, and the sound sounds of the forest so clear. I recognize the animas by their sounds and smells. I had not been so talented before.
    Castien’s face is rapt and I assume he experiences the same sharpening of his senses.
    “What’s wrong?” Mother asks, sensitive to our state.
    “Nothing. It’s just…just….” I can’t find words to explain how I feel.
    “Everything is more,” Castien whispers.
    “I understand,” Mother says. “It is how I feel when I have communed with The Mother. She has touched you and you will never be the same. It will settle and fade with time. Come, let us hurry home as soon as possible. It will not be as acute there.”
    As we head down the slope toward the horses, I hear something approach through the forest. Castien hears to as he stops, sniffing the air. “Wait,” he says and hurries forward. There is such command in his voice that all, including I, comply.
    I sense it before I see it. A fire cat, almost as large as a hound, its orange fur standing on end. I start forward but Castien raises a hand and a find myself wading through air as thick as treacle. I do not have to look to know the others are frozen by his effortless spell.
    “Castien, don’t. You are unarmed.”
    Castien ignores me and approached the spitting animal. My heart all but stops. For all our new power, we are still men, and as far as I know, can still feel pain and die. Should the cat’s claws or teeth pierce Castien’s skin I doubt even our skilled healers could save him.
    “It’s alright,” Castien says softly and I do not know if it is to me or the cat.
    I continue to fight through the thickened air and by the time I reach Castien, the cat is purring like a kitten, allowing Castien to run his fingers through its sleek fur. 
    “It will not hurt you now,” he says and I know he’s right. 
    The others unfreeze behind us, their calls freed with them. But their warnings are unnecessary as the cat appears entirely subdued and suffers my caresses without rancour.


    Tuesday, 7 February 2017

    Bonds of Earth by Janine Ashbless

    Coming Soon – In Bonds of the Earth, the second Book of the Watchers by Janine Ashbless (@sinfulpress)

    Would you defy God, for love?

    In Bonds of the Earth is the new paranormal erotic romance by Janine Ashbless, and is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy.

    Broad at the shoulders and lean at the hips, six foot-and-then-something of ropey muscle, he looks like a Spartan god who got lost in a thrift store. He moves like ink through water. And his eyes, when you get a good look at them, are silver. Not gray. Silver. You might take their inhuman shine for fancy contact lenses. Youd be wrong.

    Janine Ashbless is back with the second in her Book of the Watchers trilogy, In Bonds of the Earth.
    Milja Patek’s bloodline were sworn to guard the fallen angel imprisoned beneath their family church, until Milja fell in love and set him free. Now she has to learn to navigate her new life as wife and plaything to Azazel.
    Angel or demon, protector or tyrant, right or wrong, Everything Milja once knew has been flipped upside down and all she can do is follow her heart, even if that means waging war against Heaven and releasing the rest of the fallen.

    Unafraid to tackle the more complex issues surrounding good and evil in mainstream religion, Janine has created a thought-provoking and immersive novel which sets a new standard for paranormal erotic romance. The first in the series, Cover Him With Darkness, was released in 2014 by Cleis Press and received outstanding reviews.

    In Bonds of the Earth is published by Sinful Press and is due for release on March 1st, 2017.

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    I will free them all.

    When Milja Petak released the fallen angel Azazel from five thousand years of imprisonment, she did it out of love and pity. She found herself in a passionate sexual relationship beyond her imagining and control the beloved plaything of a dark and furious demon who takes what he wants, when he wants, and submits to no restraint. But what she hasnt bargained on is being drawn into his plan to free all his incarcerated brothers and wage a war against the Powers of Heaven.

    As Azazel drags Milja across the globe in search of his fellow rebel angels, Milja fights to hold her own in a situation where every decision has dire consequences. Pursued by the loyal Archangels, she is forced to make alliances with those she cannot trust: the mysterious Roshana Veisi, who has designs of her own upon Azazel; and Egan Kansky, special forces agent of the Vatican the man who once saved then betrayed her, who loves her, and who will do anything he can to imprison Azazel for all eternity. 

    Torn every way by love, by conflicting loyalties and by her own passions, Milja finds that she too is changing and that she must do things she could not previously have dreamt of in order to save those who matter to her.

    In Bonds of the Earth is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy and the sequel to Cover Him With Darkness.

    Excerpt from In Bonds of the Earth:

    I was giving my long-dreaded presentation on the anniversary footbridge to Misters Ellis, Singh, Constanzo and Mackenzie…when Azazel walked in.

    Oh hell.

    “Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said loudly, lurching around from behind my desk, grabbing Azazel’s arm and spinning him back to face the door. “Not here, come on, please,” I implored through clenched teeth.

    If there was one thing I’d learned by then, it was to not ignore warning dreams. If I’d paid them more attention from the start, things between me and Egan might have gone very differently back in Montenegro…

    No, better not to think of Egan, not when Azazel was around. One guy at a time was quite enough to wrap my head around. Especially this guy.

    He humored me though, this time, letting me pull him out of the meeting room and through the open plan office without resistance. We attracted a lot of stares, but there was nothing I could do about that except hold my head high.

    “Where are we going?” he asked.

    “Out. Anywhere.”

    “You’re so impetuous.”

    I didn’t need to glance up at his wicked smirk. I could feel it burning its way into my breast.

    Bryce, the beardy guy in my new team who’d shown me the ropes of the job and seemed just a tiny bit too eager to talk every morning, stood up from his cubicle to intercept us. “Milja, is everything okay?”

    “It’s just fine,” I rasped, towing Azazel faster.

    “She’s insatiable,” my demon lover confided with a helpless shrug to my colleague as we swept past.

    Bryce stared, mouth open.

    “Goddamnit,” I muttered, and Azazel chuckled.

    Sometimes it was hard to remember that he’d risked everything to save me.

    We reached the doors at the end of the room and I pushed through, past the lobby with the elevators and into the concrete stairwell of the emergency stairs beyond. The only people who came here were smokers on their way to the roof, and it looked empty for now. My panicky momentum fizzled away and I swung to face him.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “What do you think?” he countered, taking my face in his hands.

    “Azazel—” But he cut off my protests with his hungry kiss; a kiss that lanced through me all the way to my core. I gave up resisting, and speaking, and almost breathing, as his lust rolled over me in a hot wet wave. I slid my hands around his neck and tangled my fingers in his messy hair, pulling myself into his embrace. His body was hard as rock, his hands heavy on my waist and hips. The yearning for his touch that smoldered in my flesh day and night woke to a roaring heat.

    I’d missed him. His skin, his smile, the peppery scent and salt taste of him. The sweetness of his lips and the harsh rasp of his stubbled chin. I’d missed him so much. Like an addict missing her hit.

    Author bio:

    Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

    Buyer beware! If you like dark romance and a hard-won Happily Ever After, try "Cover Him with Darkness," "Heart of Flame," or "The King's Viper." If you prefer challenging erotica, go for "Red Grow the Roses" or "Named and Shamed" instead. All her other books lie somewhere on the spectrum between.

    Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She's also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora's Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology 'Geek Love'.

    Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and - for five years of muddy feet and shouting - as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.

    Her work has been described as:
    "Hardcore and literate" (Madeline Moore) and "Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love." (Portia Da Costa

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