An interview with author, Lynn Burke, about her HOT, New, Contemporary Novel, Abel’s Obsession

Welcome, Lynn! Your new novel, Abel’s Obsession, about a young Amish man’s obsession with a red-headed “English” woman sounds exciting. Characters with internal struggles are some of my favorites!

Abel’s Obsession

All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?

If I didn’t listen to the voices in my head, I’d probably end up a wino. 😉

What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message? 

Seeking TRUTH outside of what people are taught as a child take courage, but the results will set you free.

Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?

Abel Beiler’s story came about while visiting my parents in Amish country this past April. While leaving for home early Sunday morning, I pulled up to a stop sign at a four-way intersection as horses labored to pull their Amish owners and families in their buggies to Sunday worship.

One young man in an open buggy sat to my right at the stop sign, unsmiling, leaning forward, elbows on knees and reins slack in his hands. I had this overwhelming urge to smile at him, trying to bring a little sunshine to his miserable countenance.

My plan didn’t work, and even though I was in an SUV with 3 children, the idea of Abel and Dani slammed into my brain, occupying my thoughts the whole way home. I voice-to-text in my phone’s notepad off and on the entire seven hour ride back to Massachusetts as Abel whispered his struggle to find himself in my brain.

Abel’s Obsession is by far the raunchiest story I’ve written to date, and I’m hoping the most eye-opening as well. An oppressed life isn’t a joyful one, and finding the strength to free yourself isn’t always easy. Neither is the choice to take wing and fly.

What or who influences your writing?

I enjoy people watching and imagining how they’ve gotten to where they are. It’s amazing how much the imagination takes over and sprouts new story ideas.

What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?

I’m a plotter to the core. I also write my first drafts by hand (one scene at a time) and do a first round of edits when entering them into the computer. Makes for a cleaner first doc draft.

Do you have any author idols and if so, how would you like to meet them?

Roni Loren – YES! It’s because of her that ‘Lynn’ was born.

What are your three favorite books by other authors and why? You don’t have to limit this to three. (I know I can’t.)

Roni Loren – Nothing Between Us, because DAMN.

Keri Lake – Ripple Effect, because no greater dark romance exists on this planet.

A Song of Ice and Fire series – George R. R. Martin, because I’m a fantasy loving fan girl through and through.

What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?

Read, garden, cook.


A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.


Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn. While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned with a magazine clutched in his hand.

“Got this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine, and turned it toward me.

Lust kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.

A naked woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.

The image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.

I soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power. Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.

“Didn’t know people actually did this shit.”

Eli’s curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman, whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.

The image of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…

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An interview with author, Ian Lewis, about his new, M/M Romance Novel, Missionary

Welcome, Ian! Your new novel, Missionary, is about two wounded men who are brought together by happenstance and decide to take a chance on each other. This storyline really tugs at my heartstrings.

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What would you like readers to know about your book?

Missionary has gone through several incarnations. I was inspired to write it a year and a half ago when I moved to my parents home to take care of them. We are in the rural south, and neighbors are few. The only house I could see was the next door neighbor’s, who keep cows in the field between our houses. The predominant religious denomination in this area is Baptist, and our neighbors are Latter Day Saints. I thought it unusual, so I did a little research, wondering what it would be like growing up gay in a LDS household. That was the beginning of the journey.

I’m a city boy. I grew up in Richmond, Virginia, and I love my hometown. I miss it, and it has been the setting for all of my books. It is a beautiful, historic city filled with eccentric people who colored my life, and now inspire me to write. Though the books center around the two main characters, RVA as a setting is almost equally important to me as a writer. Most of the locations I write about are real places. My favorite character is Fernando, and his beautiful home is real. In fact, a celebrity hair dresser who wrote for a famous fashion magazine lived there. Elegant and regal, this home is breathtaking.

Missionary is about taking chances. Many of us get stuck, repeating the same old patterns until a turn of events forces us to strike out on a new path. Brig and Fernando are two wounded men stuck on repeat until circumstances bring them together. While the romance is central to the book, this is also about breaking negative patterns and learning to be a better person.

What was it like to write the story? 

This story was challenging to write, mostly because of outside events. I moved to my parents because my father was dying. Because of his medical situation, the writing would come in spurts. One week I’d write thousands of words, the next a dozen tops due to family obligations. The good thing about it is the lack of pressure I felt. Once you’ve dealt with an emotional event like the death of a parent, everything else feels minor in comparison. This allowed me to have fun writing it, and put my imagination to use. Writing Missionary was enjoyable, a wonderful escape from reality.

What do you love about the story?

I really love the characters. I took some extra steps to get to know them better. In the beginning, I decided to write a biography of the two main characters. This project grew into two short stories, one for Brig and one for Fernando. The short story Saint Brig gives his backstory, and shows how he came to be stuck in his current life. Escape From Velvet City is Fernando’s backstory. He might be Mr. Moneybags now, but he wasn’t always a financial success. He worked hard, and suffered quite a bit to become the man he is today.

I am releasing the two backstories in the same volume as Missionary, as well as separately. I really am grateful for taking the time to get to know both of them better. I know as a reader I often wonder how the MC’s came to be the men they are now, so I decided to do that as a writer. I hope readers enjoy this!

Where do you find your inspiration?

I’m inspired by everyday things, almost every single day. I keep a notebook next to my bed which I fill with ideas generated throughout the day. My main source of inspiration is exercise and music. I jog every day, and always have music playing. Often song lyrics serve as story prompts. In fact, I have the rough draft of another novel completed called The Loving Kind. This was inspired by a song of the same name by the British girl group Girls Aloud. That book will be available in the next few weeks.

What are my interests outside of writing?

I come from a very artsy family, so we all focus on each our work. While most kids are told to drop artistic ambitions, in my family you were an oddball if you didn’t pursue a career in the arts! Both of my parents were in publishing, and books have been a huge factor since the day I was born. Music is a large influence. I studied to be a concert pianist, and learned to play several instruments. My best friend is a filmmaker/photographer, my niece is a burlesque performer, and my nephew is in a punk band. My older brothers are into sculpture and crafts, and my sister was a ballet dancer and pianist. I was a professional makeup artist for 20 years, and I love fashion. Growing up in a bohemian, southern household encouraged me to be the wackadoo I am today. I’m glad I’m not solely focused on writing, because these outside artistic interests feed my creativity, making me a better writer.

What is my next literary project?

The Loving Kind will be released around the first of September. I don’t want to give away too much, but it’s about a famous athlete who stays in the closet due to the financial rewards of being “straight.” It is also about letting go and living the life you want, not the life other people tell you to live because it makes them feel more comfortable. It’s a sports romance, but the emphasis is not on the sport itself, but on the emotional journey the MC takes as he falls in love with his soul mate, and learns to love himself.


Dreams can come true, even when all hope for happiness has vanished. Fernando and Brig faced harsh realities as they grew into men. One was a street thug, sent into exile by his mother, while the other was disowned for daring to be honest. Many would falter under these circumstances, but they chose to thrive.

Fernando- This handsome, older businessman grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, but through an iron will and determination to succeed, his chain of restaurants become the envy of his peers. When agonizing loneliness and tragedy strike, he’s forced to decide between following the same isolated path, or taking a chance on love.

Brig- An insecure loner tossed out by his conservative, religious family for his sexuality. Introspective, unable to see what he has to offer another man, his love of books almost fills the void in his heart. Content to live alone, afraid of opening himself up to be hurt, his attraction for his older boss becomes unbearable. Forced to make a decision about his future, will he make the right choice and find the happiness his heart desires?

Making hard choices is second nature to these survivors, but now they must make the hardest choice of all- to overcome their fears, and open their hearts to one another.

This is a spicy, stand alone May/December romance with a HEA, no cliffhangers, and lots of feels.


The alarm is off. Next to the back door is an umbrella stand. Fernando doesn’t use flimsy, drug store umbrellas. These are heavy and expensive, so I grab one in case I run into a burglar. I’m sure it won’t do much damage, but there’s nothing else available.

Heart pounding, I creep through the kitchen. Every step I take causes the floor to creak. Damn it, why does he live in such an old house? I toe off my sneakers and scoot them under the kitchen table, hoping to minimize noise. I tip-toe through the downstairs. A couple of lamps are on, and the front door is locked. The downstairs is clear. If someone is here, they have to be upstairs. Shit, if it’s an intruder, it’ll be harder to escape from upstairs, but I’ve got to check it out.

The hardwood steps groaned with every step I took. I stop half-way up the steps, attempt to steady my breathing. My flight or fight response is on high alert. I know I locked the doors and secured the alarm, and Fernando was going to call me to pick him up. This can’t be happening. Then I hear footsteps.


Without thinking I creep up the last few steps. Surprise was my only weapon, well, besides the umbrella. When I reach the top, I pull the umbrella in to my body, then lift it over my head. It’s now or never. I close my eyes, place my foot on the last step, pull the rest of me with it, and turn the corner on to the landing.

“What the fuck!” I hear, my eyes snapping open. It’s Fernando. Oh shit, he’s in a bathrobe, staring at me with a hand over his mouth.

“Oh God, Fernando, I’m so sorry, I thought you were going to call me to pick you up. I didn’t mean to…”


Fernando leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Damn it, it wasn’t that funny.

“You, you standing there with the umbrella over your head, it’s so…Bahahah!” He slid down the wall to a seated position on the floor, unable to finish his sentence.

What the hell, I had to see who was up here, plus I had to protect myself. I glanced down at the umbrella, closed my eyes and tried to imagine how I looked as I turned the corner on the stairs. My stomach muscles loosened, and I felt a giggle of my own coming on. I opened my eyes and smiled, then saw something strange; Fernando had his hand out. He was still laughing, but had his hand out, wanting me to grasp it, I guess to help him off the floor. I placed my hand in his and to my surprise, he pulled me down next to him. I nearly fell in his lap. I tried to scoot further away, but his hand held me firmly next to him.

“I’m sorry, I shou, should have ca, called you when I got to the airport.” He said between guffaws, but his eyes stared deep into mine. His chuckles slowed, but his eyes never strayed. I couldn’t stop staring, his golden brown eyes had such thick lashes, and the closer his face came, the thicker they appeared.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” His lips were inches away as he spoke. My heart stopped, or at least it seemed that way. I closed my eyes, and felt his lips on mine. Softly at first, then his tongue slipped inside my mouth. His hand found the back of my head, pulling me into him. All thought flew away, just this, experiencing him and me, nothing else mattered.

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An interview with author, Ravenna Tate, about her new, Motorcycle Club Novel, Tannin’s Thunderbolt

Welcome, Ravenna! Your new novel, Tannin’s Thunderbolt, about a member of the Demons on Wheels Motorcycle Club sounds exciting! I love the creative way you described his reaction to first seeing the beauty, Raiyana, as being hit by a thunderbolt!


Tannin’s Thunderbolt


All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?

My publisher suggested I try writing MC romance, so I read a bunch of them to get the vernacular right, and to get a feel for what readers want in them. Once I began, I was inspired to write one of my own.

What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message? 

That love conquers all, of course. The hero and heroine are from the same world, but the hero was born into it and gave it all up to be part of the MC.  The heroine clawed her way to the top, only to lose it all, and realize she found what she was looking for all along in the hero.

Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?

Writing an alpha male in an MC is different than writing one in other genres. I had to work hard to get him just right.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

That real life can be just as sexy as fantasies.

How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story?

Each of the officers in this MC will get their own story in the Demons on Wheels MC series, and a few of the women we meet in this book will be the heroines in future books.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

I’ve written sci-fi, contemporary, fantasy, MC, dark romance, and paranormal. I’d love to try a true historical one day.

Do you have any author idols and if so, how would you like to meet them?

Stephen King!!! I’d love to just sit and chat with him about everything. Life, writing, food, anything.

What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?

I read, watch TV, and spend time with my family and cat.

What’s next on your literary horizon?

The rest of the Demons on Wheels MC, a spin-off MC series, and another dark romance series.


When Raiyana Parente learns a Mob boss wants her dead for refusing to become his business partner, she runs. No clear plan in sight, she ends up in the parking lot of Scotty’s Place, a posh strip club in Creek Ridge, Ohio, believing the tall, muscled biker in jeans and dirty boots is the man sent to kill her. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Sterling Tanner, known to his Demons on Wheels MC Brothers as Tannin, is hit by the thunderbolt the moment he looks into Rai’s dark eyes. But the trouble she brings with her isn’t something the MC needs. Still, what’s a man to do when the woman he has to have, no matter what, shows up?

As their rough and dirty sexual relationship burns up the sheets, Tannin must find a way to keep Rai safe. But can he win her heart as well?


“Oh fuck me sideways. I love big tits.”

A loud of cry pleasure accompanied him fastening his mouth first on one nipple, then the other. He squeezed them together and tortured her with his teeth and tongue, passing both across her nipples. “You taste so fucking good.”

No one had ever played with her breasts this way, so rough yet tender at the same time. He squeezed the mounds in strong hands, and each time he licked or gently bit her nipples, her clit throbbed. Rai grasped his hair, pushing his face closer to them.

“I want to fuck these. I want to come on them.”

“Yes. Yes, fuck my tits.” Fuck all of me!

He pushed her backward until her knees touched the edge of the bed. With a wicked grin that sent more shivers down her spine, Tannin shoved her once more and she fell onto the bed. No one had ever done that, either, and it was more arousing than she’d have believed possible.

“Stay like that with your feet on the floor.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, revealing a thick, red cock that forced a loud moan from her. Her pussy was soaked now.

Tannin tore off his boots and socks, and in an effort to get his jeans off, he nearly fell over. Rai couldn’t stop staring at his legs. Dusted with dark hair, they featured an impressive array of tats and muscles that held her spellbound. She’d never seen such a gorgeous man.

“Lady, you are fucking delicious. I love your curvy body. I’m going to fuck your tits. I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Yes! She wanted that. All of it. “Yes, Tannin. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me everywhere.”

He straddled her, shoving his cock between her breasts. “Push your titties together.”

This was a first. She squeezed them against his cock as hard as she could. He grunted a few times as he thrust, before moving off her. “Spread your legs.” Rai did as he commanded, mesmerized by this rough, powerful man. He dropped to his knees and grasped her breasts again, licking the nipples, the sides, and underneath until his saliva had coated them.

When he’d settled his dick between them a second time, and after she’d once more pushed them together, this time when he thrust, his cock slid easily against her naked flesh.

“Oh, yes. That’s it. Oh fuck, that feels so damn good.”

Rai was mesmerized by the sight of his big dick thrusting between her breasts. Each pass brought the tip closer to her chin. Veins stood out on his neck. When his thrusts grew quick and jerky, she tensed, unsure what to expect. This was so arousing. Quirky, but very sexy.

Seconds after he cried out, hot cum splashed her chin and neck. She lifted her head higher and caught some on her lips. When she licked them, enjoying the salty taste, he moaned loudly and began to thrust again.

“God! You are so fucking sexy. Open your mouth.”

As soon as she did, Tannin lifted up, pulling his swollen cock from between her breasts to hold it, poised right at her lips. He milked the shaft with one hand, groaning loudly, while more tasty cum squirted into her mouth. With his other hand, he grasped her hair and forced her head closer to him.

The gesture was so dominant that Rai’s pussy fluttered in tiny contractions, especially once he shoved his dick into her mouth and finished coming inside it. She swallowed his cum, moaning softly as goosebumps broke out over her entire body. She’d never been taken like this, and never would have imagined how much she’d love it. But she wanted more. So much more.

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An interview with author, Katerina Ross, about her HOT, New, M/M, Paranormal Novel, Soul Infection

Welcome, Katerina! Your new, M/M, paranormal novel, Soul Infection, about an outcast magician sounds exciting. I love characters with a troubled past!

Soul Infection

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Soul Infection, book one in The Sons of Gomorrah series, is a paranormal M/M novella set in Prague. There will be magicians, demons, dark secrets, and spicy sex scenes of course 🙂

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

The most challenging thing for me is writing in English because my native language is Russian. I’m always worried there might be some typos. But there are no M/M romance publishers in my country at all, so I don’t have much choice 🙂

What do you love about your story, and why?

I’m very much glad I chose Prague as the setting for my story. It was nice to walk its streets again, virtually this time, with the help of Google Maps. It’s a gorgeous city, very much suited for dark romance. It’s easy to imagine something magical might happen there.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they?

My previous book, “Tenderly Wicked”, is a contemporary M/M BDSM novel set in my home city, Moscow. Nothing paranormal, just lots of angst!

What or who influences your writing?

“Soul Infection” was heavily influenced by Arthur Machen and Charles Williams, maybe not by any particular books, more like by the eeriness of their writings on the whole, though it seems that I have a drastically different take on some of their themes. And I also had Gustav Meyrink’s “Golem” in mind as it was set in Prague, too. Besides, I’m interested in mythology and fairytales, and I think it shows.

Do you have any interests outside of writing, and if so, what are they?

I enjoy traveling. At the moment, I’m planning a trip to Arkhangelsk. I suppose my trips influence my writing, too. I like sharing my impressions about the beautiful places I’ve visited.

What is your next literary project?

I just signed the contract for the next part of “The Sons of Gomorrah”. Hopefully, it will be out in a month or so. And now I’m working on a sequel. Besides, I’ve got a M/M/F story on my mind.


Tristan Todorov, formerly one of the best scholars at the legendary and sinister Scholomance school of magic, was cast out and now travels alone through Eastern Europe offering discreet services as an unlicensed magician. In a luxurious hotel in Prague where he’s been invited to investigate a suspicious series of suicides, he’s about to meet someone who will make him remember the darkest secret of his past. Will a night of lust soothe Tristan—or will it stir up something evil and dangerous, something he’s tried so desperately to forget?


Jarek slid off the bed, the coverlet still loosely draped over his shoulders and trailing behind him like a king’s cloak. In the gap between the folds, Tristan could see everything he wanted to.

“Don’t move,” Jarek told him softly. “Keep your hands to your sides.”

And Tristan obeyed.

“Interesting,” Jarek mused, trailing a finger along his collarbone.

Tristan sucked in a deep shuddering breath, but stayed still. It felt odd, letting this happen. Jarek slipped his hand lower, casually brushed it across Tristan’s perked nipple on the way, and then traced a path down his chest and over the muscles of his abdomen. Tristan’s abs went taut at the feather light touch, and Jarek laughed quietly.

“Sensitive.” He stated the obvious. He let the coverlet slip from his shoulders—an effortlessly seductive gesture, probably well-practiced. A slow, crooked smile made the expression on Jarek’s face all the more lascivious, which was most certainly the intention. “I think I know what you need.”

Tristan looked down pointedly and then up, with a hint of sarcasm. “Well, that’s kind of apparent.”

He still felt nervous, but not as much as when he’d thought of being pitied or rejected.

Jarek quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is it? Hmm. We’ll definitely come to that, but why rush things? I’m here to take care of your wishes, even the ones you’re not sure you have. Why not try something new, something unusual?” He leaned in, very close, and Tristan felt Jarek’s warm breath on his lips when he whispered, “Just let me take control for a while, and you’ll see how good I can make you feel.”

The next moment, Jarek backed off, to Tristan’s disappointment, but maintained eye contact, and Tristan felt unable to look away, as if mesmerized. The tips of Jarek’s fingers now rested lightly on his hipbones, almost where Tristan wanted them most but not moving closer.

“Say yes,” Jarek coaxed him in a low voice. “Say you give in to me tonight. It’s easy, giving in.”

“Yes,” Tristan breathed out, not sure what he’s agreeing to and not caring in the least.

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An interview with authors, Remmy Duchene & Michael Mandrake, about their HOT new, M/M Romance Novel, Love at the Right Tempo

Welcome, Remmy & Michael! Your new M/M romance novel, Love at the Right Tempo, about a classical violinist and an ex-military man with a tangled past sounds very intriguing. I love complicated characters!

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Remmy:  Hrm—well, aside from the usual (interracial, erotic) this story has a different feel to it than anything I’ve ever written. I think it’s a story about two men trying to find themselves and each other.

Michael: For me, it is different. I’m so used to writing about spies and law figures. Writing a violinist was relatively easy as opposed to the others. *grins* Because of it being a different story entirely, I had to make it more emotional this time around. I believe Freddy and V work nicely together. Their bond is stronger than any couple I’ve done recently.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

Remmy:  Well, the characters themselves have been through a lot before they were even on the page. We’ve had to recalibrate this story a few times to get it right. But that’s a part of writing—Michael and I are in different countries and with different time zones and day jobs, well, let’s just say it took some doing.

Michael: It did, but I believe it turned out wonderfully. Once we got started, the words seemed to flow on the page. As Remmy said, there were a couple of rough spots where the characters hit a patch, but for the most part, it was a smooth process.

What do you love about your story, and why?

Remmy:  I love the simplistic complication of it. I know, that doesn’t sound like it’s a thing but it should be. The story is straightforward, but the end result is what we all search for.

Michael: Other than what Remmy said, the total opposites. I enjoy writing two people who are so different from one another and make it work. That’s what happened here.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

Remmy:  From Vaughan, I learn that no matter how damaged you think you are—there is always something or someone out there that can mend your heart. From Freddy—well, eat at least two balanced meal a day and never call an ex-soldier’s bluff (grins).

Michael: *laughs* There is that about Freddy. I learned from Freddy to not allow yourself to get so wrapped up in trying to please others that you lose yourself. I think he tried that with his mother as well as his best friend. From V, yes I learned what Remmy pointed out as well as not thinking you can’t be forgiven. You can.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

Remmy:  So far, I’ve only written contemporary interracial. I don’t think I’ll ever not write interracial—well I did once and it was fun but not a regular thing. I have written a kind of paranormal with my Shivers Series. I’d like to do more of that and one day perhaps test out the Thriller genre. I would LOVE to write a regency MM piece. I’ve been toying around with that idea for a few years now.

Michael: I write contemporary, but also paranormal. I love vampires and demons. I’m writing a series now with those aspects. I also have some MM historical on the brain I’d like to tackle.

What or who influences your writing?

Remmy:  Writers – Nora Roberts, Jayne Anne Krentz, Catherine Coulter – I know they aren’t MM writers but I grew up on. Catherine’s Legacy series and her Song Series gives me LIFE!  They instilled a love of the romance genre in me.

Michael: Writers – Anne Rice and in our genre I adore LA Witt, Mercy Celeste, Mary Calmes, Sue Brown, Damon Suede, and Rick Reed. They are the tops in my book. Sue Brown’s Morning Report series is my favorite along with Hot Head by Damon Suede.

Where do you find your inspiration?

Remmy:  Wow—loaded question –music, movies, people walking down the street, my niece, the lake, Toronto…

Michael: Music, my family, and friends. I live in a diverse neighborhood. If something in the news interests me, I might weave it into a story.

Who are your author idols and if you met them what would you say to them?

Remmy:   Like I said before, Catherine Coulter. Aside from fangirling super hard? Well, I’d thank her for doing what she loved to show me that I could one day do what I loved. I would also thank her for saving me—I went through some stuff when I was younger and getting lost with Roland was the perfect get-a-way.

Michael: I met one of my author idols in this genre. That was Sue Brown. I was so awestruck.  However, the biggest thrill would be Anne Rice. After recovering from loss of consciousness, I’d ask about the world she weaved for the vampire books, I’m very aware that New Orleans inspired her, but I’d like to know more.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

Remmy:  Hidden Needs by Havan Fellows. Archer and Dalton are life.  Memories of the Heart by Felice Stevens – This story had me giggling from the very first chapter.  The Wyndam Legacy by Catherine Coulter. This book was the first period piece I’d ever read and it has always had a place in my heart.

Michael: I mentioned Morning Report by Sue Brown because Luke and Simon are the quintessential gay couple. Their story was beyond amazing. I’ve re-read the series several times. Hot Head by Damon Suede was such an amazing book. So well-written, in depth with relatable characters with real problems. I also love books about firefighters. And I have pick Beyond Complicated by Mercy Celeste. She is amazingly talented and what I adore about Mercy is she will take risks no matter what. It’s why I always enjoy her books.

Do you have any interests outside of writing, and if so, what are they?

Remmy:  Food, Photography, acting (trying to get back into it), wandering around Toronto, music and music culture (I listen to a lot of music the cool kids would never admit to listening to), my family.

Michael: I love music. I go to concerts a lot during the year. I have children so of course I love spending time with my youngest who is nine. My oldest is 19 so I rarely see him, but when I do, we talk about goals. My husband and I watch sports together and we enjoy the same music so we’ll take time to listen to things.

What is your next literary project?

Remmy:  Um…on my own, I am working on a story titled ALL OF YOU for a Kindle World release in January. I am also gearing up for edits on my nano story ANYWHERE BUT HERE coming soon to Evernight Publishing. I’m also heavily researching ancient Japan for a story I’ve been toying around with for the better part of a year and a series that I’m developing right now that’s a spin off another series I just starting. So, it’s pretty busy inside my brain.

Michael: Right now, I’m working on my third story for another publisher as well as my self-published series, Immortals. The first book, Demon Be Mine is out. The second book, Immortality’s Gift is in edits, and now I’m about to start the third.

Thinking about only yourself, what is important to you in life?

Remmy:  Family and love. And family doesn’t necessarily have to be people who have the same DNA as you. Family is anyone who accepts you and welcomes you and loves you. Love—not always sexual love but people who you can count on to make you laugh until you cry.

Michael: Definitely the same things Remmy mentioned. Family pulls you up by your bootstraps when you need it most. My husband has been my rock through many ups and downs. We have an almost perfect relationship. *grins* My kids constantly amaze me with how smart they are and my mother is a fighter. She’s beat cancer three times and is still chugging along. And, of course my friends. My BFF’s have been with me through thick and thin. I couldn’t be more grateful for them.


Violinist Frederick Tremblay is one of the biggest names in classical music. When it comes to work, he’s all in.  There is only time for music and working to make his dreams come through but none for love. Hell, he barely makes time to eat. When he agrees to play at an acquaintance son’s birthday party he figured he’d go in, make his rounds then go home—but his plans change when he walks into the path of Vaughan Singleton.

Vaughan “Sin” Singleton is the disowned heir to a candy empire. After he came out, his life basically ended and he had to start over from scratch. Joining the military was the thing to save him and also the one thing that brought him to his knees. Forced to retire, slinging alcohol wasn’t his dream but he needs something to pay the bills and to assist with easing back into civilian life. When he meets Frederick, Vaughan isn’t looking for love, but one unguarded moment changes everything


“Way to step out, man.” Deena giggled.

Frederick ignored her comment and put up his free hand. There was a man behind the bar, but he had his back turned and right now, no one else was there working with him. He looked to be busy drying glasses or perhaps washing. Though Frederick didn’t want to disturb him, he really wanted something else to quench his thirst.

“I’m sorry, excuse me, sir.”

The man turned around and approached them. “What can I get you?”

Frederick eyed the mature gentleman in front of him, taking in his features. Dark brown eyes, hair cut low with a beard and well trimmed mustache. His lips were thick. Kissable. Frederick loved a man with distinct features.

“Oh … um… I’d like a soda. Perhaps a 7-Up or Sprite if you have it.” Frederick continued staring, clutching his violin case tightly in his hands.

Deena seemed to pick up that he was tongue tied. “And I’ll have a beer. Heineken if you have it?”

“Heineken for the lady and a—um—soda for the gentleman,” the bartender said. There was a slightly hitch in the way he said soda, almost as if in disbelief. He then focused his attention on Deena. “Would you like the bottle or a glass?”

“The bottle is fine. I’m a simple kind of gal.” She giggled.

Frederick smiled at the man, still holding onto his violin as if it were a life raft. He wondered why the bartender seemed put off by his request. “Something funny about 7-Up or Sprite?”

The bartender eyed him with his head tilted slightly to the side. “Oh nothing.” He spoke, his lips forming over the two words making them escape his being easily. “Nothing at all.” Without another word, he walked over for a clean glass that sparkled. They had the word Prince’s with a crown on the side in golden letters. Using large hands, the bar man operated the tap to expertly fill the glass with Sprite before grabbing a green bottle of Heineken from a cooler and prying off the cap. When he returned he set the glass before Frederick without a word but offered Deena a smile with her drink. “Ma’am?”

“Thanks.” Deena batted her eyelashes at him.


Frederick suppressed a growl and eyed his glass, watching the bartender walk away again. For some reason, it bothered him that the guy appeared to be bothered by his choice of beverage. “I don’t drink alcohol, by the way. I’m sort of boring. The fact I play violin is the most interesting thing about me.” Frederick set Gabriel beside him in a vacant chair. He lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed slowly, still gazing at the handsome gentleman working the bar.

Deena nearly spat out her beer, and she nudged him with her elbow.

“To each their own,” the bartender said. “Did anyone let Stuart know you’re here?”

Frederick finished his Sprite, still gawking at the man. “Yes, the hostess did. I suppose she’ll be back shortly. Do you mind if I ask your name?” Frederick thought he’d go for broke even though it was quite possible he’d be barking up the wrong tree. A part of him said he wasn’t, or perhaps he hoped that to be true.

Deena gasped next to him, seemingly in surprise.

The bartender moved to stand directly across from Frederick, braced his elbows into the bar and leaned in. “If you wish to tell my boss I’ve been an ass to you,” he said, his voice warm and rough. “You don’t need my name for that. All you have to do is tell him the black guy at the bar. I’m the only one here.”

Frederick shivered at the sound of the man’s voice and how he leaned in so close to him. Instead of shying away as he usually did, he decided to play the game. “Actually, I wasn’t thinking that at all. More like, I wanted to know your name so I know the lovely man that is taking such good care of us tonight and, maybe might like to have a drink with me after my performance?” Frederick knew he was going for broke. Gazing at the bartender, Frederick had every intention on finding out something about him, even if it was the disappointing news he’d dread.

“I see.” The barman licked his lips. “I’m working. Drinking on the job is strictly prohibited, and besides—you’re not a fan of alcohol.”

Frederick sighed inwardly. He looked to Deena for help, but she only kept drinking her beverage.

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An interview with author, Annie Harland Creek, about her HOT new, Paranormal Romance Novel, The Art of Seduction

Welcome, Annie! Your new romance novel includes Vampires and Witches, and a detective wannabe under the cloak of an art class. The title, The Art of Seduction, and the excerpt that follows are smoldering!

The Art of Secuction

What would you like readers to know about your book?

The art of seduction is David’s story, for those who read Kiss of death.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

This story practically wrote itself. The protagonist, David, is the older brother of the main character in Kiss of death. While writing Derrick’s story, David insisted on pushing his way into the story with his cheeky smile and naughty innuendos. I had The art of seduction almost finished by the time Kiss of death was published.

What do you love about your story, and why?

Interesting question Kory. I guess I love the supernatural elements to the story but I also hope that the readers see a softer, sweeter side to cheeky David.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

Trust your instincts.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

I have written a couple of Intrigue novels, a YA and, I am working on two fantasies and one that may come under the genre of horror. None of these are published but I may self-publish later.

What or who influences your writing?

My mother read anything and everything and encouraged me to write at a very early age, around four. I have always loved the supernatural and had a few family members who were water diviners, tea leaf readers or were clairvoyant in one way or another. My daughters, grand daughters and I love ghost stories and have had a few interesting experiences with the supernatural.

Where do you find your inspiration?

Oddly enough, dreams. I have a note book beside my bed and often wake up in the middle of the night with an idea.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

Wow, that’s a toughie. I love lots of books. Christine Feehan’s book Dark Symphony got me interested in romance. There was a part in it where Byron stands the blind Antoinetta in front of a mirror and she is surprised (not only to see herself) but, her reflection appears younger and more beautiful than she believes she is. He explains that it is how he sees her. I thought that was so beautiful.

I love Kresley Cole and her supernatural take on Survivor. Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein introduced me to a world of ‘what ifs’ and posed the question ‘who was the real monster in this story?’

What is your next literary project?

If book four will stop interrupting me, I’m hoping to finish book three of my Blood brothers’ series in the next couple of months. Fingers crossed, Evernight will like and publish it.


Meaghan Lamb has a mission. She plans to use her undercover assignment in the local University to prove, once and for all, that she has what it takes to make a great detective. But when her class is assigned a very hot nude model/artist, her plans turn pear-shaped. As her suspicions about him grow, so does her attraction but how can she allow herself to fall for a man who could be a cold-blooded killer?

David Corel has seen his paintings come to life in the form of a beautiful, blonde art student who seems unable to look at him without blushing. But, is she really as pure and innocent as she seems? Or could she be the campus killer?


“No, no, no.” David protested as he came up behind her and took the brush from her hand. “For a start, this is the wrong brush.” He exchanged the bristle for a sable brush and delicately dabbed it onto the palette. “Think of your brush as a tool.” He said as he put the brush in her hand and held her hand to the canvas. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest on her shoulders as he leaned over her, moving her hand like a marionette. Together they stroked the canvas.

“When you hold the tool, I want you to make slow, seductive movements like this…” he demonstrated downward movements, “the oil makes the paint slide easily, making your brush strokes more fluid.”

It took Meaghan only a few seconds to realize his double entendre. “Control the tool. Move your hand slowly up and down, adding linseed oil when your movements begin to catch. Ah, that’s good.” He pressed against her, his erection rubbing against the small of her back as he continued his play on words. “The tip is very sensitive. Use a featherlike touch for optimum effect. Pay careful attention to the reactions of the canvas. You will sense when to add oil and when you should apply more pressure. That’s very nice. You’re doing well … keep up the pressure … yes, yes … that’s it.” She heard his low, quiet groan and she gasped in response. “As the pressure builds, move faster, faster Meaghan … oh, that feels good doesn’t it.” His voice breathless, ragged as he moved her hand furiously over the canvas.

“Faster … until you can sense that the canvas is at the point where it can take no more, then … add a bit more for good measure.” David stopped abruptly. The painting finished. Meaghan could hardly believe what they had created in such a short amount of time. She stood admiring the work. Her body exhausted as though she had been put through a wringer. Damp heat soaked her dress. She shuddered when David asked her.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

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An interview with the fabulous author, Kristine Cayne, about her HOT, NEW M/M Romance Novel, Lover on Top

Welcome, Kristine! I’m so excited to host another M/M Romance author! Lover on Top looks HOT, HOT, HOT!

Lover on Top

What would you like readers to know about your book?

The main theme in all my books is acceptance. The characters, just like all of us, have to first accept themselves for who and what they are. Once they’ve done that, then it’s possible for them to find love. At the same time, I hope, through my books, to bring to my readers elements of the world that they may not be as familiar with or as comfortable with, whether that be sexual orientation, gender, religion, nationality, or race.

In Lover on Top, Hollywood is faced with the revelation that he may not be as straight as he always thought he was. And as the story unfolds, we find out why this is so.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

Lover on Top was my first m/m romance, so there were definitely some challenges that I had not faced in my other books. Also, while this is not a May/December story, there is a significant age gap between the two heroes. That was also a first for me. Lastly, Chad is a paramedic. While I’d written several other stories about firefighters, this was my first paramedic story. I had a great time learning about that profession, interviewing a paramedic with the Seattle Fire Department, and delving into the specifics of Harborview Medical Center and its Burn Unit.

I loved writing this story and digging deeper into Chad’s and Hollywood’s psyches, their struggles, and their pasts. Seeing the love develop between them was the stuff of dreams. Literally. ☺

What do you love about your story, and why?

I really loved Chad and Hollywood’s story. I laughed and shed tears along with these two extraordinary men as their story unfolded and they both came to terms with Hollywood’s bisexuality, their budding relationship, and what it would mean to them and to their families and friends. It isn’t a smooth road for either of them, but it’s one well-worth travelling.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

Chad and Hollywood taught me a lot about bi-erasure, about learning to deal with a new reality, about loving the family you chose when the one you were born into doesn’t. These struggles are experienced by many, both inside and outside of the LGBTQ community. Knowing that this commonality exists, can hopefully lead to greater understanding.

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

Lover on Top is actually a part (albeit standalone) of an m/f erotic romance series. Each book features a sibling in the Caldwell family. From the first line of this series, I knew that Chad was gay as did my readers. What we didn’t know was who would finally catch him. Writing this story as part of the series has allowed many of my readers who’d never read and m/m romance to crossover into this genre and realize that love is love. Truly.

So, to summarize, I write both m/m and m/f romance in the romantic suspense, erotic romance, and contemporary romance sub-genres. I’ve also written a paranormal romantic suspense novella. It can be viewed as the prequel to a series that I’ll write if I ever find the time. So many stories, so few days.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

Oh boy. I love so many books in so many different genres. To simplify this gargantuan task, I’ll limit my list to LGBTQ fiction.

  1. Special Forces by Vashtan and Marquesate
  2. Enemy Within: The Executive Office #3 by Tal Bauer
  3. Divide & Conquer (Cut & Run Series Book 4) by Madeleine Urban and Abigail Roux

As you can see, there is a theme here. I LOVE books with some action and suspense in them. They also must have some HOT HOT sex. These books, or rather these series, all have great relationship drama, steamy sex, and incredible action. Even though Lover on Top is technically an erotic romance, it does have its share of relationship drama and tense firefighter/paramedic related action, and of course HOT HOT sex.

What is your next literary project?

I’m currently working on Wrangling the Cowboy, which is the second book in my Men of Boyzville series (a spin-off series from Lover on Top). It features Austin Moore (Chad’s best friend), cowboy and software engineer, and Mateo Walker, a home care assistant who is taking care of Austin’s estranged father.

After that, I’ll be returning to the Six-Alarm Sexy series and writing Stripped Down, Drew and Shay’s story.


A straight firefighter discovers an irresistible attraction for his best friend’s younger brother—one that could lead to complete disaster.

A perpetual bachelor, firefighter lieutenant Hollywood Wright hops from one woman’s bed to another, searching for something he never finds. Has his father’s emotional and physical abuse somehow damaged him? Or is something else going on, something that involves the intense and uncomfortable feelings aroused by his best friend’s little brother?

Sexy-as-sin paramedic Chad Caldwell has always been out and proud. Sure, some gay-bashers are harassing him, but he’s determined to be true to himself. There’s just one problem: he’s hung up on Hollywood, his older brother’s straight best friend. When Hollywood’s apartment is damaged by fire, Chad reluctantly takes him in. Will Chad’s heart survive such close proximity to a man who’s both unattainable and everything Chad wants?

To their mutual surprise, Hollywood finds Chad and his world fascinating—and much hotter than anything he’s ever experienced. But with a rabidly homophobic father, is Hollywood doomed to die in the closet? Chad won’t accept anything less than a public relationship, no matter how amazing the sex is. Can Hollywood ever accept the man he has always kept buried deep inside?


Hollywood’s focus rose to Chad’s eyes, and held. “I know what I want now.”

Unable to believe, hell, unable to think, under the force of that seductive green assault, Chad’s blood roared southward. He licked his lips. “And what’s that?”

The fire in Hollywood’s eyes flared, turning Chad’s blood into lava as he waited, feet on the edge of a cliff, for Hollywood’s response.


Chad swayed. “Oh boy.”

Stepping back, Hollywood chuckled, clearly aware of his effect on Chad. “Get that look off your face. I’m keeping my hands to myself tonight.”

“All night?” The words barely out of his mouth, Chad winced at the disappointment in his voice. But, Jesus, he was disappointed. For months now—no, if he were being honest, it had been years—he’d been dreaming of what it would be like to hold Hollywood, to kiss and touch him, to sink his cock between those muscled ass cheeks. Not that he expected to do all that tonight, or anytime soon, but something. Christ, he needed something.

Hollywood gently tapped his cheek and snorted. “At least until after dessert, Loverboy.”

Loverboy. Chad felt as though he’d entered some kind of twilight zone or an alternate universe where a determined, confident Hollywood said all the things Chad desperately wanted to hear. “Is that what I am to you?”

Hollywood brushed two fingers along the edge of Chad’s hairline and wiped away the beads of sweat popping out as Chad’s heart hammered faster and faster. “It’s what I’d like you to be.” He moved closer and, slipping his hands under Chad’s topcoat, pushed it off his shoulders.

Chad shuddered as the coat slid down his arms and dropped onto the carpeted floor with a muted thud. Taking a deep, calming breath, Chad leaned in so his chest was almost touching Hollywood’s. “Where is all this self-assurance coming from?”

He hoped like hell this new version of Hollywood stuck around, because this man was hot-as-fuck. Not only did Hollywood not take the expected step back, he took one forward, pressing their chests fully against each other. “I’ve done a lot of thinking in the past couple of days.”

“Oh, yeah? And?”

Hollywood grabbed Chad’s ass and ground against him. “And I’ve missed you.”

Feeling Hollywood’s hard-on against his own, Chad’s head reeled. He’d missed Hollywood too. So fucking much. And here they were, hard cocks rubbing together.

Dreams did come true.

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An interview with author, Tanya Jean Russell, about her novel, Broken Trust

Welcome, Tanya! I love suspense! I can’t wait to hear about your novel!

Broken Trust


What would you like readers to know about your book?

Broken Trust is a romantic suspense set in the glamorous world of a private airline. I like to think of it as escapist entertainment. I love the building romantic tension between two characters and hope I have captured this effectively for Beth and Chase!

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

This is my first novel and I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. The feeling as the characters came to life was amazing. Them shouting at me to get on with it when I had real life stuff wasn’t as much fun!

What do you love about your story, and why?

I love how, despite the extraordinary circumstances, the characters face the same challenge as we all do, fining the courage to make ourselves vulnerable enough to fall in love.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

That love is absolutely worth it (whatever it is!).

Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?

This is my first novel but I am already working on the next romantic suspense. I am also working on a romantic urban fantasy. They are my two favorite genres to read so I don’t feel even slightly tempted to try anything else.

What or who influences your writing?

Just about everyone who has helped me along the way which is a huge number of people – the writing community is incredibly helpful and friendly.

Where do you find your inspiration?

I have always had a bit of a tendency to daydream, something my family find hugely entertaining when they are trying to get my attention. Thankfully all those wandering thoughts now have a purpose so I get away with it!

Who are your author idols and if you met them what would you say to them?

As someone who reads huge amounts there are far too many to name. I have been really lucky to meet a few of them at Romantic Novelist Association meetings and fortunately they were really lovely, even though I pretty much accosted them and just blurted how brilliant they were before running out of things to say!

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

It’s pretty hard to limit it to three but one of my all time favourites is the classic North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. Because it was written at a time when the world was much bigger and people didn’t really have experiences of the world outside their own community it is incredibly rich in detail, and the slow burn of the relationship between Margaret Hale and John Thorton is one that inspires me every time I read it.

Do you have any interests outside of writing, and if so, what are they?

When I’m not writing or at the day job I spend my time with my family. I have two boys which means I spend a lot of time pretending to enjoy sport! Thankfully it’s the cricket season which means enjoying a glass of wine in the sunshine (hopefully) while they play.

What is your next literary project?

I’m currently working on a romantic suspense with a really strong female lead who is determined to do her job, despite coming face to face with her first love who has no idea about the part she played in his troubled past.

Blurb for Broken Trust:

An attack at her sister’s society wedding leaves Elizabeth Worthington on the run. Desperate to find a way to save both her family and their airline she isn’t about to let anything get in her way. Whether it’s a little thing like her own safety or something bigger, like her growing attraction to the compelling stranger she has woken up with.

Chase Maddox is having a really bad day. He has better things to do than hang around babysitting a spoiled heiress who is determined to put herself in harm’s way. The fact that she turns out to be anything but the pampered princess he expected is irrelevant. He has his own personal mission to complete. The price if he succeeds? The destruction of everything Elizabeth holds dear.


As the sun began to sneak around the edges of the shutters Beth stirred, mortified to find that her t-shirt had risen up around her ribs and her pants were on display. Unfortunately that wasn’t the worst of it. Somehow in the night the pillows down the middle had disappeared and she was firmly on Chase’s side of the bed. Her back to him, she was spooning into him with his palm flat against her stomach, the heat of it radiating through her.

When was the last time she’d had a man hold her? Sure her dad and her best friend Bree’s husband, Jake, both hugged her regularly, as did her friends Tom and Oliver, but it wasn’t the same. Even with Oliver. They might have been promised to one another as infants by their parents, but they had never felt any real attraction to each other. He was more like a brother to her, so Oliver’s hugs were pleasant, but bland. Nothing like this primal feeling of a man she was attracted to holding her close. The feel of him touching her skin was making forgotten parts of her tingle. Making her forget why getting involved with anyone was a bad idea. Just for once she wanted to do something just because she wanted to. Not because it was the right thing, the safe thing to do. She simply wanted to react.

Lying there, her conscience half-heartedly attempting to get her to move, she felt Chase shift behind her. She was suddenly very aware of exactly how male he was. She wasn’t stupid. She had heard this was a morning thing, but even her conscience gave in, finally allowing her to enjoy the embrace. Besides, Chase was asleep, so there was no harm in staying still until he woke up. After all it would be rude to deprive him of a much-needed rest. After the last couple of nights on the floor he would be worn out. She snorted to herself. Who was she kidding? She just wanted to stay in his arms, and any excuse would do.

Enjoying the peace of the moment she felt his movement increase. The moment he woke up and realized where he was obvious as his body jerked back from hers. Embarrassed to be caught enjoying the feel of his arms around her, she lay still, frozen in place as she silently pleaded for him not to realize she was awake. Only when he’d carefully edged off of the bed and crept from the room did she allow herself a sigh of relief.

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An interview with author, Sarah Marsh, about her novel, Viktor

Welcome, Sarah! You have a new novel out, Viktor, the first book in a new series. Starting a new series is always exciting. I can’t wait to hear about it!

Viktor, by Sarah Marsh

What would you like readers to know about your book?

Viktor is book one in a brand new series called Happy Evil After. It’s a paranormal romance series with a twist. This one is a little different than how I usually write my series books, this series will still feature a different couple for each book, but Dori remains the common denominator throughout.

What was it like to write the story? Did you face any difficulties/challenges?

This first book has been in the works for over a year, I wasn’t quite sure how to blend the three POV’s at the beginning…and I was hesitant about letting Dori ‘loose’ with the full force of her personality, lol but in the end I figured I might as well just go for it!

What do you love about your story, and why?

I love a romance that makes me laugh, and this series is by far the funniest that I’ve written. Pandora is a little crazy…and a whole bunch of sassy, combined with the other couples it hopefully makes for a laugh out loud read.

What have you learned from the main characters in your story?

If there’s one thing Pandora taught me, it’s that you should never be afraid to be yourself.

Where do you find your inspiration?

Inspiration comes in many different forms, I’m a very creative person by nature, almost compulsively. I also paint and am a former pastry chef so all sorts of things can send me into a creative flurry, but one thing that I find does it time and time again is music. The perfect song can change everything.

Who are your author idols and if you met them what would you say to them?

If I had to choose one, it would be Anne Rice. Her Vampire Chronicles were one of the first paranormal series I ever read as a teen, and she really fostered a fascination for the unknown which I hope never goes away.

If you had to choose your three favorite books by other authors, what would they be and why?

I absolutely loved American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I’ve always been interested in ancient cultures and religions, so the whole idea that they could be wandering around amongst us was pretty awesome.

The next one I’d have to pick a series instead of a book, and it would be the Sleeping Beauty series by Anne Rice. Lol, now for those who have read this series it is quite…intense, but I’m not certain I can say I’ve ever read anything else that was able to pull me into the characters shoes quite like this series does.

For my next pick, it would be another series, because there’s no way I can choose one book from it. The League Series by Sherrilyn Kenyon, because no one does world building like she does…and I’m a huge sci fi geek at heart. 😉

What is your next literary project?

I’m currently working on book 2 for a sci fi romance with Evernight, as well as an anthology project that is another paranormal romance. After that, lol I have a list going for WIP’s that is up to about 10. So much to write, so little time!

Blurb for your book:

Viktor, Happy Evil After Book 1

Pandora is a Fairy Godmother who’s never fit in with her own people. Only she has the power…and the attitude, to step in and help those who others have decided aren’t worthy of a happy ending. How hard could it be to manipulate some of the most feared beings in their world?

Viktor has spent his entire un-dead life being the bogey man to the paranormal community and that’s the way he wants to keep it…with everyone else far away from him. When the opportunity arises to take his revenge on his nemesis, he can’t resist—even if it means risking his reputation and rescuing the damsel in distress.

Halle never expected to find herself in need of a savior, especially one with a reputation like Viktor’s. But she’s used to listening to her instincts and her cat trusts the strange woman who pops up and claims to have some solutions.

If a girl can’t trust her own Fairy Godmother, then what is this world coming to?

Excerpt from Viktor:

“I mean you no harm, lady. You can go. I’m only here for what’s in the car,” he said slowly walking towards her. She was a cute little thing, all soft curves with golden skin and hair.

“Ummm, yeah, about that … I’m what’s in the car, Mr. Krescech. You have to take me with you out of here,” she said almost nervously, those big green eyes pleading with him.

Clearly, she was also insane. What was with the women he was running into this week? Viktor had had more than his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him in the bars, wanting to take a walk on the wild side for a few hours, but this wholesome little beauty certainly didn’t look like the type, so he had no idea exactly what she was asking him for.

“I don’t think so,” he said, moving past her towards the open back door to search the car.

“Seriously, there’s nothing else in the car. They were taking me from my family and my pard to be married to Conrad. I have to go with you to get away from him,” she continued, putting her tiny little hands on her very curvy hips in a way that distracted him far more than it should have.

Interesting, so this little number was a leopard shifter? Viktor hadn’t really had any interaction with the pard in this country, but by reputation, they were a good lot. Why on Earth would she agree to marry Conrad?

“I don’t rescue damsels in distress. I eat them,” he said with a flash of fang. “So run along, little kitten.”

The tiny spitfire threw her hands dramatically up in the air and sighed loudly.

“You just saved me from a life of baby-making slavery. Aren’t you supposed to whisk me away to your super-secret villain lair and ravish me? Sheesh, where’s your follow-through?”

Viktor just stood there and stared at her for a moment. He didn’t know whether to laugh at her ridiculous statement or take her up on her offer and bend her over right here on the trunk of Conrad’s car. He was extremely turned on by the fact that she didn’t seem the least bit afraid of him. He’d always tried to pretend that his reputation in the paranormal community pleased him, that it helped him by keeping the rabble away. But deep down it bothered him that everyone always thought the worst of him. His honor was just yet another thing that Melisandre and Conrad had stolen from him when they took his mortality.

“Don’t you know who I am, woman?” he finally said as she just stood there looking at him expectantly.

“Yes, I know who you are. Who else is capable of keeping me out of Conrad’s douchy hands?” she said sounding a little impatient.

“Don’t you have a family you can go to?” he asked, still wondering why he was even standing here talking to her.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Once she’d said the word “slavery” he knew he couldn’t leave her to Conrad’s tender mercies. Viktor knew more about slavery than he ever wanted to, and no being should ever be held against their will. That and he had seen firsthand what Conrad enjoyed doing to women. It still sickened him to think back to the horrors he’d had to witness as Melisandre’s pet.

“If I go back to my family they’d just have to hand me right back over to him again. My pard owes him a blood debt, and I am the payment. I need this to look like Conrad’s men lost me in the confrontation with you. This needs to be his fault, as otherwise, it will start a war between my family and his coven,” she said, stepping ever closer.

She stood so close now that Viktor could smell the strawberry and coconut scent of her shampoo. Good Gods, she smells good enough to eat.

“Why would you think that I should care whether or not this starts a war for your people? I will not be fighting in it,” he answered, trying to sound like he didn’t care one way or another.

“Because I think that you hate Conrad just as much, if not more than I do, and there’s nothing he wants more than to possess me,” she answered quietly, her huge green eyes staring right into his grey ones.

She was right of course. There was no one on this Earth that he hated as much as he hated Conrad. That’s what he told himself anyway when he ultimately decided he would take the girl with him—whether it was the whole truth about his motivations or not.

“First, tell me how your pard was thoughtless enough to enter into a blood debt with a killer like Conrad?”

“It’s not like we had any choice. My father was jumped one night by a bunch of rogues, and Conrad just happened to be there to offer his assistance … for a price.”

The venom in her voice clearly stated that she suspected they’d been set up. The rogues were most likely paid to attack by Conrad himself. It was a trick the coward had used over and over again.

“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “You can come with me, but just until we find somewhere to stash you that Conrad cannot reach you.”

“Thank you!” she said with a squeal just before she reached up and hugged him before he could stop her. “I’m Halle, by the way.”

Clearly, his reputation was never going to recover from this if anyone saw him being hugged in the alley, but with her luscious frame leaning against his, smelling so sweet, he had a difficult time finding a reason to care.

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Lost Faith by April Zyon

Lost Faith by April Zyon

Gabriella Moreno was just a job, in and out to gain the objective, the death of her father. She turned out to be far more than that to Tobias Casey, however, from the moment he laid his hands on her too hot for words body.

Gabriella had just come home from a two-year stint abroad. The first night home she snuck out, never dreaming for even a moment anyone would be stupid enough to take her. Boy, was she wrong.

Faced with brutal truths, Gabbie followed her gut, and her heart, which, it seemed, all led to one place, Tobias. The heat of her homeland was nothing compared to the touch of this man. In his arms, she found something she had craved all her life, the other half of her soul.

Yet, how can she ignore the fact that the man who owns her heart is also the man who wants to take the last of her family?

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Another day, another dollar. Only these days, Tobias and his team were getting paid a hell of a lot more than they had been in the military. Now they could set their own fees for doing the jobs that no one else wanted to do, or maybe couldn’t do, since they did on rare occasion work for their government’s shadier sectors. But there was no oversight, no backseat driving, and they paid big to get shit done.

Their current operation was one they’d been working on for nearly three weeks now with no success. The first week had been recon, getting oriented, and making sure they had their exits memorized for when they achieved their strike.

The only thing was, as they’d discovered during week two, the target they were after didn’t ever leave his super secure compound. Not that Tobias could blame the guy. Their target was a dictator, an arms dealer, a drug dealer, and a mass murderer. There were people worldwide hoping that Tobias’ team finally managed to do what no one else had to date.

Now it was week three and they were still watching the compound to figure out their way in. Or as Tobias was beginning to believe would be easier, how to get the asshole to come out. They’d tried forty different ways to infiltrate the compound. None had worked. Which actually made sense, given the target, Juan Moreno, or Senor X as they referred to him over com, had hired himself an ex-Special Forces soldier to be the head of his security. Tran Quan was American born but had ties to the Yakuza. Extra weight to be brought to bear should it be requested.

Taking a small drink from his canteen, Tobias ignored the sweat trickling down his spine. His attention was locked on a small group of vehicles approaching the compound. Binoculars up, he brought the lead car into focus and easily recognized one of Moreno’s drivers.  His attention moving to the second car, he was surprised to see Quan in the front passenger seat. The man was normally glued to Moreno’s side so to see him out without Moreno… this was big.

“Ripper, we have four cars approaching the compound. I need to know who exits the second car once they stop inside. Get pictures.”

“Roger that, Rogue.”

Ripper and Cherry were up on the mountain using some seriously high-powered tools to stare down into the compound. Their position was treacherous since they were, literally, dangling off the face of that mountain. One wrong move and they’d be headed straight down toward death.

“They’re turning toward the gate now. Not stopping either, they’ve been waved right through,” Tobias reported. The gates slid shut but not before he spotted a slender leg wearing a dainty shoe at the end slipping out of the door being opened by a guard. Instantly, he felt his gut clench in need to see the body went with that limb.

A soft whistle came through the com. “Damn, she’s fucking hot. Think she’s banging senor X?” Herc asked.

“Too young for him, you oaf,” Cherry said.

“Like that would stop the old fucker. We all know he doesn’t care about age. One of the reasons why we’re here to see him shot,” Herc told her. “Personally, it’s my only reason to see his head explode under the impact of my bullet.”

“Cut the chatter. Tell me you have photos for everyone that came in those vehicles.”

“Confirmed,” Ripper said.

“Good, get your asses down from there. Scout will be here to relieve me soon, then we need to get back and review everything.” Tobias was hopeful that somewhere in those photos he might find a way to pull Moreno away from his security blanket.

* * * *

“It’s his daughter, Gabriella Moreno.” Rainer said. His words had everyone’s attention. Tobias couldn’t figure out who was more shocked. Turning in his seat Rainer shook his head. “I had to dig, and dig deep. The old man has her buried.”

“Makes sense,” Winston muttered. “She’s his Achilles.”

He was right. “We need to keep eyes on her. If we get the opportunity, she’ll be the one we grab. I have a feeling that even with all his enemies gunning for him, he’ll do anything to protect her.” All they had to do was get their hands on her and use her to bait Senor X.

Picking up the picture Rainer had printed out Tobias stared at it. It wasn’t a shot from the compound but one he’d pulled from social media. Gabriella had her head tipped back, laughing at something or someone. She looked carefree and totally at ease. Young, too.

The young woman was just over five foot three inches but those come fuck me heels made her closer to five feet seven, she was thin but not waiflike like so many of the women today. Her hair however, was a riot of auburn red curls that seemed to have a mind of their own, and she didn’t bother trying to tame them. Which said something about the woman herself. She might not have the largest breasts that he had seen in his life but hers seemed to work her body perfectly, like a perfect handful, that distracted him completely.

“We need everything on her from birth until the moment she went through those gates, Rainer. Leave no stone unturned. I think we’ve just found our hot button for daddy Moreno. We grab her and he’ll deliver himself right to us.”

“You sure you want to do that, boss?” Cherilyn asked. At his sharp look, she held up her hands. “I’m down with it, but even if she does leave the compound, you know she’ll have a taskforce worth of guards with her. No way is Moreno letting her out in this country without protection up the ass.”

“And we’ll be ready for that. Our best shot will be if she goes into the city. It’ll allow us to blend in and when the time’s right, grab her up.” At Cherilyn’s snort, Tobias turned a glare on her. “What?”

“Dude, no offense or nothing, but you do not blend.”

Rainer was shaking his head. “I have to agree with her, boss. You tend to stick out.”

“I can blend just fine, I’ll have you know.”

“You keep thinking that. In the meantime, I think I’ll update the other boys and we can add their hilarity to the vote count against you.” Cherilyn patted his chest, walked past, and promptly burst out in laughter.

“I can and will fire your ass,” Tobias called after her.

“No, you won’t,” she bellowed back.

No, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about it, in great detail.