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Thursday, November 15, 2012

New Release - My Lord Ax

A Marriage to save their countries, though they hate each other.

When the king of the Nords wishes to end the generations-old war with a marriage between his daughter and the Purdhan ruler’s son, Vicomte Fran├žois faces a problem:  His son is only seven  years old.  Then His Majesty comes up with a clever solution…

 He betroths his illegitimate son and  warlord, Ax, to the Nord King’s daughter, and peace is ensured…except for one minor detail...

 Neither Ax nor Princess Astrid want to get married, especially to each other.
 Axel thinks his bride is a spoiled, pampered, and inconsiderate little chit.  Astrid considers Axel a rude, crude, uncouth barbarian. She’s determined their marriage will never be consummated and so far, her trusty dagger has kept the randy young warlord at bay.

 Hope of an heir is out of the question, unless some bilateral attitude adjustments are made.   When all seems lost, there’s a drunken feast, a storm and a shipwreck, and now two young people who despise each other are going to have to work together to survive…or else.


About the author:

Toni V. Sweeney was born some time between the War Between the States and the Gulf War. She has lived 30 years in the South, a score in the Middle West, and a decade on the Pacific Coast and now she's trying for her second 30 on the Great Plains. Her first novel was published in 1989. An accomplished artist as well as writer, she has a degree in Fine Art and a diploma in Graphic Art. Toni maintains a website for herself and her pseudonym Icy Snow Blackstone, and has been associated with the South Coast Writer's Association, the Pink Fuzzy Slipper Writers, several other writer's loops, myspace, Facebook, and YouTube.

Visit her webpage at: http://www.tonivsweeney.com/

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A Minor Ruckus in Transylvania, A Big To-do in Savannah


Did anyone hear about that little vampiric uprising that was held back in 1422 in Transylvania?  It made all the newspapers at the time, and the town criers were yelling about it from one street corner to the next.

Seems Baslo Rigla, Domnitor (that’s leader, to you English-speakers) of the nosferatu had to put down a revolt by one of his fledglings.  They met in Transylvania, in a little place called, appropriately enough, Vale lui Destrugere (Valley of Destruction) and believe me, it was.  All the rebels were killed, except one, and he—the upstart who started the whole mess, one Vlad Chemare by name—suffered the most extreme punishment of all.  While his followers were burned to ash by the morning sun rising over the valley, Vlad was buried alive in an unmarked grave.

Rigla laughed all the way back to his castel and a long time afterward, as he sipped from a good dark wine, vintage Romanian Nobility, 1399.

Unfortunately for Rigla, he forgot that Vlad had a very faithful thrall who was determined to find his master no matter how long it took…
So, in 2012, when a certain Marius Racleta flew out of Aeroportul International Bucuresti Henri Coanda from Bucharest, Rigla had no idea what was going to happen.  Had he known, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so complacent, sitting there in the ballroom-converted-into-an-audience-chamber in the abandoned mansion in Savannah, Georgia.  For that plane carrying Marius also carried a coffin in its luggage hold, in which a certain still-rebellious but now very much older and wiser nosferatu rested, in his sleeping heart a desire for revenge a-simmering…

…until he reached the Land of the Free and the Home of the Prey and ran into very much Undead Valerie Swanson and her equally alive twin, Meredith, and got slightly sidetracked.  But not for long.

After all, a woman is just a woman, but revenge is a dish best served cold.  And 700 years can make for some mighty chilly morsels!

The Last Vampire standing was released from Class Act Books on October 15.  www.classactbooks.com


(Vlad is introduced by Valerie to her sister, Meredith)

“So you’re Valerie’s boyfriend?” as he nodded, I went on, “At least her tastes have improved.” I decided I’d better act like a hostess. “Can I get you anything? I’ve got coffee, some homemade wine, and milk.” I knew vampires could tolerate the first two. Milk I wasn’t so sure about.
“I never drink…milk,” he intoned solemnly but I swear those fantastic eyes were twinkling.
“Of course you don’t,” I murmured. And apparently you also watch vintage Universal horror movies. “So how about a glass of wine? Homemade,” I repeated, as if enticing him. “132-proof.” Actually I had no idea what proof it was or alcohol by volume, either. But I’d discovered that the guys I occasionally dated went for it if they thought it was particularly alcoholic.
He laughed, revealing the expected pointed incisors. “In that case, perhaps not. I doubt you’d want a tipsy vampire floating around in your living room, knocking things off tables with his wings.”
That conjured up a picture that made me laugh. So vamps can get drunk? On alcohol?  How about blood? That brought another, less comical picture. I shivered slightly and turned toward the fridge.
“Are you chilled?” It came out so solicitously.
“No. Why do you ask?”
“You were trembling.”
“Don’t worry about it.” As if he didn’t know.
“Perhaps I should. If I was the cause.”
So he did know. That conceited smile said a lot. “You certainly have a lot of self-importance if you think you can make me tremble.”
“My dear Meredith.” His voice dropped to a whisper and he sidled closer. Slowly, not that quick-as-a-wink movement Valerie’s so fond of making because she knows I hate it. More a shifting. “I’d do more than that…” He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “…if you’d let me.”
“Back off, buddy.” Nevertheless, I was the one who moved away, untucking the hair as I did so. “There’ll be none of that.”
“Whyever not?” He gave me a wide, transparent, and totally ingenious stare but didn’t follow me.
“Duh! Because you’re my sister’s boyfriend.” Really. Did he have to ask?
This guy was unbelievable. He sincerely looked as if he didn’t have a clue. “So I don’t poach on Valerie’s property.” Though she’d certainly done it to me enough. So why not turn the tables? The thought flashed through my mind. I shoved it back out before it could park itself and cause trouble because Vlad was definitely looking as if he were interested… Stop it right there, Meredith. You don’t do that kind of thing. That’s Valerie’s department.
“I’m no one’s property.” It was said so quietly that it sent another chill through me. I’d insulted him by referring to him that way. “I’m the one who does the possessing.” He cocked his head to one side, as if viewing something fascinating. Could he read my thoughts? Damn, I’d never thought to ask about that. Valerie had certainly never volunteered the information and I doubted if she could. You have to have a mind to read one. “And I’m wondering who claims you.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Last Vampire Standing by Tony-Paul de Vissage

The South is being invaded…by vampires.

That's nothing new, but Vlad Chemare isn't some angst-filled paranormal hero longing for his lost soulmate. He's up-to-date, traveling by jet, and seeking revenge against the master who buried him alive in punishment for daring to lead a revolt back in the 15th century. Armed with a Chase Sapphire and a Kevlar vest, Vlad’s out for blood…specifically Baslo Tigla's. With their American defiance of tyranny, the vampires of Savannah rally around him, so he's not only got his army, but the local werewolf population is volunteering to become his K-9 Corps.

As the fight begins, with the city of Savannah as the battleground, and the rest of the world as the prize, Vlad suddenly faces something he hadn't expected... Will his feelings for mortal Meredith Swan stand in the way?

After all, woman's just a woman, but revenge is a dish best served cold, and six hundred years makes for some pretty chilly morsels.

Bride of the Beast by Toni V Sweeney

A political marriage to stop a war…a king whose golden mask hides his face from his people… a princess who loves her husband though she never sees his face…and a curse placed on a royal family by God…

Senset’s people have fought the Beast Men for generations, but after one of the creatures is captured and the princess discovers him to be an articulate, intelligent man, she secretly helps him escape. Months later, an offer of peace comes from the king of the Beast Men…and a marriage request…all because of Senset’s mercy to his brother. Long wishing a husband of her own, the princess agrees, traveling to a foreign city where she will learn the odd customs of a people once slaves to her own before being freed by their God. She also falls in love with the tortured man behind the golden mask, and his shocking history.

Michael of Habir believes his bride is the one to break the curse God has placed upon him, but Senset herself has doubts. Only one who has selfless love will free the king from becoming a Beast. Can she truly be the one her husband seeks?

Autumn Dance by Jacqueline Paige

Coralee is a woman that represents grace and simplicity. She has the skill of being able to feel emotion, aura and see beyond the now. The pain sometimes associated with this gift has forced her to live her life from a distance. She decided early in life what she wanted, and returned from her years away at school set to obtain her biggest dream. Unfortunately she has found the past few years lacking just that as she waits for the man she wants to stop and look at her instead of every female that throws themselves in his path.

Dade is a man that follows life simply, yet his charitable personality brings him a wealth of satisfaction. He is the first to lend a hand, the last to stay and help and the one everyone calls when something goes wrong. Even though his own generous nature fills his life, he still manages to find time enough to get himself into a mess at every turn and spends most of the time imploring forgiveness from the one sexy voodoo woman he can't seem to get close to.

At the autumn gathering twelve angry and determined witches use their power to draw out the killer before anyone else can become a victim.

With his magic ability Dade has control like no other-if he had that in his everyday life he could have the one thing he wants.

Enter the Magic Seasons contest – 5 draws – 5 chances to win between April 30th &December 21st!  Enter as often as you like.  http://jacqpaige.blogspot.ca/2012/05/blessed-beltane.html

Jericho Road by Icy Snow Blackstone

On Jericho Road, the lives of the Conyers and the Brights have been entwined since the War between the States, but as the South emerges into a new Way of Life, the scars of a more recent war will soon tear the two families apart.

Wade Conyers' return from Vietnam should have been a joyous occasion but instead it brings conflict as his relationship with an African-American soldier threatens his recent marriage to a South Carolina socialite. His newly-acquired views on racial equality and his attempts to entice foreign trade to his home town also put him at odds with his father, a bigoted and prominent businessman.

Younger brother Heath is caught up in rebellion. Just emerging into manhood, he's an impatient virgin eager to taste life, and heading for trouble in the form of his new sister-in-law, and town tramp, Gaylene Bright.

Wade's sister Lindsey has fallen in love with a half-Native American doctor, sent to this small Central Georgia town to work off his student loan. Her affair with Logan Redhawk which will rip away the shield of normality and reveal secret lives, adultery, and the violence of murder.

When the smoke clears, the inhabitants of Jericho Road will never be the same.

Arresting Desire by Stacey Watts

A native Texan, author Stacey Watts has a sharp eye for fascinating stories. A family-oriented writer, she pursues educating her young son, while keeping her media-savvy husband's ego in check. She combines her love of suspense, drama and intrigue into writing spellbinding stories of romance and passion.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

5/5 for Dream Visions!

Dream Visions was given a 5 at Books, Books, and More Books review site!

Book Review:

            While this is the second book in a series, it can be read as a stand-alone. I love the development of the relationships between the characters, not just the romance but also the friendships. Felicity is used to being alone, feeling alone, and handling everything alone. So when she meets Sandy who introduces her to Jac, Brent, and Reid, who not only befriend her but accept her, she is left dealing with unaccustomed emotions.

            I have come to know Jacqueline Paige as an author in the last year and she has quickly become a favorite. This story is no exception. As I have come to expect from Jacqueline, this book is humorous, well thought out, has a great plot line, fully developed characters (lead as well as support), and is very engaging. I was immediately drawn into the story and not let go until the story had resolved. Time ceased to exist as I followed these characters through their adventure; watched, felt, and worried with them all the way to the resolution.

            I give this story 5 out of 5 clouds.

~Books, Books, and More Books~

Ever wonder what music inspires writers as they work?  Here's the playlist I listened to while writing Dream Visions.

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Dream Visions now available!

Book II in the Hidden Senses Trilogy is available as of today!

Dream Visions
What price will they pay for the abilities they don’t want?

Paranormal romantic suspense

Felicity has spent her life alone, moving from one place to another hiding a part of her no one has ever been able to accept, not even her own family.
For as long as she can remember she’s had dreams that lead her to a person that’s somehow connected with her.  There are no answers or cures only misery for her when she can’t get anyone to believe her.
When a child reaches out to her, frightened and in the hands of strangers she forgets the reasons why she shouldn’t tell anyone and goes to the police.  She finds herself sent for a court ordered psychiatric evaluation.
It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last.  She packs up once again, ready to move as soon as she’s done with another so called doctor.  From the moment she steps into the office everything changes and she finds nothing she expected.
Can the child be found before it’s too late or is she facing heartache again?

Sitting on the tiny bed, hugging his knees as tightly as he could against his chest, his eyes darted around the room. It was so dark and so quiet here--he just wanted to go home and see his mom. Someone would come. Someone always did in the movies...
A creaking noise made him gasp, he quickly looked towards the door. Pushing himself back further into the musty corner, he watched and listened.
When it creaked again, he grabbed the thin blanket and dropped to lie down on the bed, squeezing his still damp eyes closed tightly.

Felicity blinked a few times and looked down. She was standing at her kitchen counter, hands grasping the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sighing, pushing the straying blonde hairs away from her face her hand vibrating.
Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. “I wished you would show me where sweetheart.” Whispering out loud made her feel better, even knowing he would never hear her.
Rinsing her hands under the cool water, she patted some against her sweaty brow. Drying them quickly, she looked around for a moment trying to recall what she’d been doing before the vision blocked out the rest of the world.
The kettle began to whistle, startling her. Unplugging it, she shook her head. It could have been worse, you might have been cutting vegetables or something else that could result in coming out of it injured.
If there was one thing she was thankful for it was, that when it happened her body froze-- and the usually prevented her too many serious injuries. Of course, it made life more complicated when it came to things like being in public or driving, both of which she tried to avoid.
Taking the cup of tea, she went over to the desk and pulled the tattered notebook from the drawer. Wanting to record every detail before she forgot any of it, she began jotting it down. Taking her time, she wrote carefully, making sure she described every little thing, even going as far as the crunching sound the old rusty cot frame made as the little boy moved.
Closing the book, she glanced at the stack of sketches briefly before she returned the book to the drawer and closed it.


The Rose and the Dragon

It was like the plot of a Gothic novel: a lovely young governess, a handsome mysterious employer, and his three motherless children...but there the resemblance ends. Miranda Wilson soon finds there is more to Dominic Andrus and his family than meets the eye.

The triplets are in the center of a custody battle between Dom and his in-laws who appear very dangerous indeed. After one of Dom's ships is bombed and he and son Niki return home, Miranda is approached by a mysterious man saying he's come to take her and the children to him. The moment she sees Kitten Andrus, Miranda knows he's the man she'll love forever. So what if he's already had seven wives and appears to be ready for Wife #8? She and the children go with him and Miranda finds herself on the planet Gataeus where she discovers that Dom's no ordinary parent but an interplanetary Mafioso and his "custody battle" is between two crime families, vying for control of the entire planet. In a flash, one governess from Earth finds herself swept into a war led by a madman whose only wish is to destroy three innocent children, their father, and Kit.

What can one little Earthling do to save the man she loves?

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Arrival of Harvest Dreams

Armed with Magic and a plan ...

Harvest Dreams - Book III in the Magic Seasons series

Step into a world of magic and passions....

Take a dash of spice, heat it
Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly
Toss in a killer that's targeting women
Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together...
Armed with magic and a plan for the Lammas festival as a group they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again.
With a plan of his own, Steven decides to persuade Rachel that they’re meant to be together.

Rachel is a woman that lives carefree with a buoyant recklessness. She loves being a flirt and has spent many years indulging that side of her personality. Her energy draws others; her character is to protect all those that cannot protect themselves.  When she’s not riding on life, she is helping children less fortunate then herself. 

Steven is man that gives more than his energy usually allows.  He is a highly respected pediatrician that always goes that extra step to ensure all in his care are receiving his utmost attention.  He often sacrifices sleep to spend time with his friends, and he can’t seem to help affably chasing the skirt of the one woman that breaks his easy going charm and makes him forget he’s supposed to be the jovial.  He hides his strength in body and magic, never letting others know that he is more than the carefree man with everything he needs.   

Armed with magic and a plan for the Lammas festival as a group they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again.  With a plan of his own, Steven decides he’s done waiting for Rachel to see that they’re meant to be together and takes things into his own hands.

The first draw in the contest is coming up soon.

Jacqueline Paige
Step into a world of magic and passions. . .
All Things Paranormal

Monday, April 16, 2012

A Woman...A Man...An Android...

Earthman's Bride started out as a short story which ran away with my imagination. I knew what I wanted to say, but the story had been told many times before with many variations: a young woman given to a conqueror as part of a peace agreement...he desires her...she fears him,...eventually they fall in love... So how to make it different, and not just a rehash of every book ever written on that theme? Would changing the setting help? Making it medieval...paranormal...futuristic? And the conqueror? Should he be a warrior...a beast...a supernatural entity, perhaps an older man, inured to the cruelty of war...or a much younger one, still able to find some tenderness in his life?

There are too many science fiction stories of invaders from other planets coming to Earth a la War of the Worlds, but all of them are told from the Earth's point of view. That settled it for me. Do the old switcheroo. Make the Earthmen the conquerors, barging into another a galaxy like barbarians, pillaging and conquering.

My Earthmen aren't barbarians but they’re definitely not nice people. Having depleted their own natural resources, they head to the stars looking for planets having the elements they lack, and they were ruthless in their determination to get what they wanted. Using force, they "accept" these worlds into the Federation, placing them under their "protection" and then haul their natural resources back to Terra. Since most of the planets are less developed than theirs, it's easy to subdue them with superior firepower and take what they want.

Unfortunately, when they got to Tusteya, that changed. The Tusteyans received the Terrans in peace but within 30 minutes of their meeting, peaceful intentions go flying out the window. Though not as technologically advanced, the Tusteyans weren't about to allow themselves to be enslaved by aliens. And so the war began…and lasted for 30 years, until Alcin Spearman, leader of the Elius, asks for a truce, and to show the sincerity of his intentions, offers his 17-year-old daughter Rebeka to the new Governor to cement the peace. Alcin is certain the young Earthman will want Rebeka, and once he meets her, Philip--being young and male--definitely does. What Philip doesn’t know, however, that his bride-to-be has an agenda other than simply being a peace offering. Once Rebeka has gained his trust, she's to kill him, and during the chaos of his death, her father and his men will storm the palace and end the Terran tyranny once and for all.

Not wanting to become a murderer, Rebeka agrees because she has no choice. She goes into the marriage willingly, hoping against hope that some miracle will occur to prevent her from killing her new husband. Nevertheless, everything appears to be going just as her father wishes... She is completely alone except for the presence of Darius, a Terran android re-programmed to protect her. Unknown even to Rebeka, however, Darius has his own agenda. He is capable of human emotion and has fallen in love with the woman whom he has been ordered to protect while she kills his former pupil.

And then, two things happen: Philip discovers Darius’ feelings for his wife, and blackmails his former teacher with the threat of telling Rebeka unless he’s a little less outspoken in her presence, and Rebeka falls in love with Philip as she discovers he isn’t the monster her father and everyone think he is…

Three beings with emotions rapidly reaching the boiling point. Which will overflow first?

Earthman’s Bride placed first in the 2008 Maryland Romance Writer’s “Reveal Your Inner Vixen” contest in the alternate?SF category. Here’s the winning excerpt:

In his office, Rebeka sat at the little table with Master Martin, going over the drawings and diagrams, reeling off names of body parts and how they functioned and what would stimulate them, while Darius lounged on the little window seat across the room, his big body looking too large for that small space. One elbow leaning on the raw wood, he rested his chin in his hand, eyes half closed, appearing totally disinterested in what was going on. Gradually, he allowed the grey lassitude preceding dormancy to slide over him.

It was only when Master Martin took the book from Rebeka, snapped it shut and stood up, calling to him, “Darius, would you come here, please?” that the android roused, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of near-deactivation from it, and obeyed.

“Certainly, Master.” Three strides brought him to stand between Martin and Rebeka. “How may I help you?”

“Take off your tunic.”

“S-sir?” For an instant, Darius was certain he’d misunderstood. Just stood there, unmoving. Surely he doesn’t mean…

Rebeka, who had been staring at the teacher, turned her attention to him, mouth open. She seemed to be holding her breath.

“You heard me, Darius. Take off your tunic. You must obey, you know.” This was said very softly, but Martin’s quiet tone seemed threatening.

Mouth set in a hard, straight line, Darius did as he was told, untying the sash at his waist and pulling the tunic over his head. Master Martin took it from his hands and dropped it over his chair, too far away for him to reach, then waved a hand in the android’s direction.

“There he is, Rebeka. A naked male. He’s exactly like a human. Look him over well.”

Darius bit his lip and took a deep breath.

Rebeka stared. Directly at his crotch.

To his surprise, she didn’t blush or avert her eyes. Instead, she continued to look at his penis as if it was the most fascinating item she’d ever seen. Under her gaze, he shifted uncomfortably.

Master Martin broke the silence. “Now, Rebeka, you know it all. Show me the erogenous zones.”

She looked at her teacher.

Had to practically force her eyes away from me, Darius thought, resentfully.

Taking a deep breath, she said, like a bored schoolchild reciting a lesson, “First, there’s the ear lobes.” She hesitated, pointing vaguely. “Should I touch him, Master Martin?

No, damn it! You old bastard, you’d better not say what I think you’re going to!

The old man nodded and said the one thing Darius had hoped he wouldn’t hear. “Show me, Rebeka, how you’ll arouse your husband.”

“Master—” Darius began a protest.

“Quiet, Darius! Just stand there. Be obedient and silent.”

So Darius remained where he was, mouth set grimly, as Rebeka reached up and caught his left earlobe between her forefinger and thumb. Her touch was so gentle that for a moment, he barely felt it. Abruptly, she put her other hand behind his neck, pulling his head down. Her body was so close to his he could feel its warmth. He wanted to put his arms around her, hold her closer. It was an effort to make his hands remain at his sides.

Standing on tiptoe, she began to nibble on his earlobe, breath warm and soft against his skin. Darius shivered slightly, then forced himself to be still as he felt her tongue trace itself around the edge of his ear.

If I were to…straighten… he began, recognizing that his thoughts suddenly were becoming erratic…but he didn’t move, continuing to stand, leaning forward with his head trapped in Rebeka’s embrace.

When she released him, allowing him to stand upright again, he relaxed, but then her hand slid down his shoulder to his chest, and her mouth trailed kisses along the same path. One finger encircled his left nipple, its fingernail scoring invisible grooves around and around it as Rebeka pressed her lips against the other, mouthing it gently. Darius took a deep breath that was almost a gasp.

She looked up at him. “Is something wrong, Darius?”

“No,” he lied, hastily. “I was just taking in extra oxygen. I have to do that to renew my pneumatic cells so I can appear to breathe.” He took a couple of extra deep breaths to demonstrate.

“That’s enough oxygen, I think.” Master Martin—the son of a bitch—-smiled slightly.

Rebeka turned her attention back to Darius’s body, moving even closer so her own was pressed against his. Darius closed his eyes. God, she’s so warm, so soft. I’m going to kill Master Martin! As certain as Tusteya’s sun rises each morning, I’m going to tear the old fart limb from limb to pay him back for this!

When Rebeka embraced him, Darius nearly recoiled as her hands slid to the small of his back, encircling his buttocks, fingernails performing that little scratch-and-arouse making the tiny sensors in his outer dermis bristle invisibly to attention. Her fingers floated over the deep separation of his cheeks, hesitated at the rough repair to the tattered skin on his left hip, then circled under them, squeezing lightly.

Darius’ body began to tremble, skin quivering.

Releasing him, she stepped back, brushing one hand across his stomach, circling the little depression that had never been attached to any umbilicus, bending to kiss and gently lap at it, her tongue flicking delicately into the little dimple.

The tremor grew stronger. He was visibly shaking now.

“Darius?” Feeling the sudden shiver, she looked up at him.

He didn’t answer, wouldn’t look at her, eyes riveted on something on the far side of the room. Rebeka stepped away from him. It was all he could do not to heave an audible sigh of relief. She didn’t look at Master Martin, didn’t see the broad smile now framing the teacher’s mouth, but Darius did and silently cursed the old man.

“Go on, Rebeka,” Master Martin ordered.

“That’s all.” She looked from Darius to the teacher, then gestured vaguely. “E-except for…” She nodded at the android’s genitals, still—thankfully—at rest.

“Go on, Rebeka,” Master Martin’s voice was softer now, very gentle, as if he was afraid of frightening her.

No—oh, no! Darius’s eyes met the old man’s. He took a deep breath, preparing to protest, grab his clothes, stalk out.

As if he realized the android’s thoughts, Martin shook his head. “Darius, what’s the first tenet of your programming?”

“I will obey the commands of my human makers to the best of my ability.” The words were spoken with a total absence of inflection. Dammit! He had to do what the teacher said. His will was his own only when it didn’t clash with human wishes, and it would take a great effort to override that order.

“Go on, Rebeka,” Master Martin repeated.

Obediently, she slid her hand under Darius’ testicles. He flinched. Suddenly, she seemed to freeze, just standing there, head down, staring at his penis. His balls were cupped by warm hands, chafed gently. The android’s gasp was so sharp it startled her. His face was expressionless though his jaw muscles tightened, as if he were gritting his teeth.

Rebeka stroked one forefinger along his penis, from base to tip, finger brushing back and forth across the crown. “It’s so soft!” There was wonder in her voice.

“T-the c-covering of t-the glans p-penis has been c-compared to the skin of a two-day-old n-newborn,” Daris spoke up. In spite of his stutter, his voice was tightly controlled, almost constricted, practically biting off the words.

Rebeka continued to caress him. She didn’t see Darius’ hands curl into fists, or how his jaws abruptly clamped or the deep flush sweeping over his face. He was angry and trapped, caught in her hands, being fondled as if his organ was a timid animal. Well, in a few more minutes, that timid animal’s going to turn into a raging beast!

Rebeka pressed her lips against the soft head. His tolerance point snapped.

Ignoring the painful ripple surging through his system at disobeying a human command, he seized her by the shoulders, jerking her upright, gasping aloud with relief as his penis slid from her hands. Darius pulled her up to face him and then his mouth was on hers, tongue sliding inside as her lips opened in surprise. It brushed against her own, laved over and under it, then he was sucking its tip almost desperately before he thrust her away. She staggered and nearly fell as he released her, staring up at him with startled eyes. Slowly, one hand went to her mouth.

“That’s what you’ll get if you do that to Philip Hamilcar—and more.” His voice was harsh, husky with emotion, chest heaving as if he were struggling to breathe. “I think, Mistress Rebeka, your lessons are over.”

The Earthman's Bride will be available from Class Act Books on April 15, 2012.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

A 5 for The Solstice Heat !

Books, Books and More Books reviewed
The Solstice Heat and gave it a 5.

I have come to love all books by Jacqueline Paige.  She is definitely a new favorite author.  Her books are charming, intriguing, spicy (in all the right ways), and good reads.  When I started reading “The Solstice Heat” I hadn’t really paid attention to the fact that it was the second book in a series.  I’m due to review the first book on April 21, 2012, but probably should have reversed the order.  (It should be noted that these books were received from the publisher for review at no cost to the author… however, I would pay to read books by Jacqueline and I don’t say that about many writers… love free kindle books, but I digress).

This book stands alone, but will probably be even better if read within the series.  I was immediately drawn into the story.  How can you not want to read more when the first paragraph is:

Kasey checked her bag for the fourth time. What time were they supposed to be picking her up? She was tired from staying up all night working a spell. Nervous and scared about going to Solstice, where a killer was going to be, she glanced at the clock again and tried to exhale slowly.

I was hooked.  The book really drew me into the lives of these 8 friends who love and take care of each other.  The writing used such skill that it was easy to picture myself there in the story living beside these friends.  I continue to be impressed with Ms. Paige’s skill and weaving the characters and story together to paint such a wonderful picture. Come back next Saturday to hear about book 1 in this series.

I definitely give this story 5 out of 5 clouds.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

NEW RELEASE - The Solstice Heat

Step into a world of magic and passions....

Take a dash of spice, heat it
Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly
Toss in a killer that's targeting women...

Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together... 


The Solstice Heat

Kasey is a woman that exudes energy and brightness; she is as equally passionate when angry as she is when she’s happy. The energy she carries from life comes through in all her magical workings with spells and stones, giving them great magical strength. She is a dreamer and often wishes she could re-write her own story so that she was charming and sophisticated enough to be with a certain wealthy male lawyer she wants more than anything else.

Chris is a force of strength and experience that is carefully hidden behind the easy mannerism he has adapted so carefully.  There is nothing he cannot do where magic is concerned and he has tried all manner of things, whether right or wrong.  His fortune has left him wanting for nothing else in life, except the one thing money can’t buy him, the woman he feels too unclean to approach.

Separated by two different life styles yet their passion and magic ignite sparks hotter than the Solstice heat.
Can they work out a way to be together as they try to stop a killer from striking again?


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Cornerstone Deep Echoes by Charlene A Wilson

New Release Today!!

Mianna’s return heals Cole’s soul and he promises to follow her for the rest of his existence.  But the past isn’t what he believes.  The fight for her has only begun.

Lord Dressen’s obsession grows as unexpected knowledge is revealed.  His search for Mianna has spanned six life times and he won’t give up now.  The courts stand behind him.  Power pulses through his veins.  Determination peeks and not even Cole Shilo can stop him.  He will win his prize.

Struggling to stay ahead, Cole’s anger explodes.  Nothing is sacred when it comes to keeping his love—not even covenants made with gods.  But, through all his efforts, lofty or damned, the truth remains.  Will echoes of another life cause him to fail?

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“Every breath you take is a song to my soul.”

Interview with the Author:

Who is Charlene A. Wilson? 

This should really be an easy question, but it’s not. Lol. As I thought about this, and all kinds of answers came to mind, I realized I could boil it down to one thing.  Charlene A. Wilson is a dreamer. From the time I was little, my imagination carried me to wherever I wanted to go, gave me everything I wanted to have, and became any kind of friend I wanted. 
Of course, reality rules life and I took employment at many settings—from daycare to detention deputy.  I’m a mother of two beautiful daughters and live in a small community in Arkansas.  But I still imagine friends in far-away places.  Now, though, I write them down and share them with others.

Where did you get your inspiration from for Cornerstone Deep Echoes?

When I wrote Cornerstone Deep, I knew there would have to be more books to follow.  It was the first in the Chronicles of Shilo Manor series, and to be honest, could have gone on to take in Cornerstone Deep Echoes.  There was so much more behind what happen and book two dives right into it. 
The core of the Cornerstone Deep books came from a dream that never left me.  It was striking, the details, emotion, and personalities.  I had to write it down.

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since I was a teen.  My poor friends had to put up with me pushing my stories on them.  Luckily, they didn’t seem to mind at all.  In fact, about a year ago, I ran into one of those old friends.  I hadn’t seen her since we graduated High School.  She told me she remembered a little story I wrote called Misty Moon.  She would even tell it to her children when they were little.  That was one of the most wonderful things in the world to me.

Do you ever have problems with writers block?  If so how do you get through it?

I do.  Sometimes the words just won’t come out.  Sometimes it helps to shift gears and write something totally off genre for me…a short story or poem.  Other times, it helps to sit my characters down and write a skit with them.  Put them in a situation to overcome or just let them relax with a cordial.  Lol. 

While working on a story, do you write directly onto the computer or are there notebooks and plot ideas jotted down in various places?

Most of the time I’m right in front of my computer.  But, of course, inspiration can hit at any time and I jot ideas on whatever is available.  Plot ideas, scenes, conversations between characters, and one-liners are all over my work space and I’ve even found some in my car.

Do you have any future releases at Class Act Books we should watch for?

Cornerstone Deep Destiny is in the outlining stage right now.  It will be book three in the Chronicles of Shilo Manor series.  We’ll see. *smile*

What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/editing?

I’m a mother of two active teens.  So, my non-writing time revolves around being Taxi-Mom right now.  Lol.  Cheerleading and Band can keep a family going.  Ever try to learn a cheer when your pushing…well, when you’re my age?  Not pretty.  And I’ve tried my hand at the French Horn.  It sounded like a sick goose.   But, I love being involved and watching them grow and experience life.

If you had one piece of advice for all those writers sitting out there procrastinating about making that first submission what would it be?

Believe in yourself.  My favourite saying is, “Believe in the magic that’s in you, its potential, what it can achieve.  But, most of all, believe in yourself and create a world where dreams become reality.”

Tell us about the main characters in Cornerstone Deep.

Cole Shilo is a total romantic.  It’s painfully obvious he’s led by his heart instead of his head…which can be very detrimental since he’s the head of the Sentinel family that was sent to observe Cornerstone Deep.  On the surface he’s a moody grump.  Unless Mianna is involved, of course.

Mianna is a pure hearted soul.  She grew up in an Arylin colony, a large city dedicated to worshipping the Goddess of Love.  But her life changes forever when she wakes up to realize she’d already lived out her life and even died four hundred years ago.  Not only did she lose her family overnight, she’s faced with living the life of Anna, her reincarnation.  Sound complicated?  It is.  Temporal displacement is never easy.

Lord Dressen is the senior Grand Marshal set on having Anna for his own.  His obsession grows even more when he realizes who he really is.  Nothing is going to stop him…not even Cole Shilo.

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