The world is being torn apart for the people of Atlantis, although this isn't the tale you’re used to hearing. The royal family, including Crown Prince Kyrian, is unable to comprehend the destruction around them. In the midst of a plague, the solution seems to be a lovely young Lady named Yew'll, who is immune.
The Prince is immediately enraptured by her beauty and sparks fly. While King Urian is making final preparations for his people’s safety and his family, he asks Prince Kyrian to come to him in a secret room in the palace before midnite with the most important thing to him. As the Gods' fury rains down on them, the people of Atlantis must make decisions. Strange things are happening, and the room makes strange surreal. This is not your average tale of Atlantis. Did Atlantis really disappear forever? Or did they have another place to go?
I am a disabled homemaker. I live with my husband Steve Kulow, and we have had 30 happy years. I have always loved to read! I hoped to one day become an Author. That has finally happened. If your here thank you for your support. I have 4 wonderful children. And three precious grandchildren. I love most genre's fantasy, paranormal, sci fi, historical, mythology is a passion of mine. Romance of any kind including Dianna Love, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurell K Hamilton. Julie Nicholls and Barbara Chioffi. And I love horror as well. Stephen King, and Dean Koontz , Kimberly Shursen among many others. you can follow or contact me at...
23, 2016, be ready to experience the dark side of rural America.
up and coming horror writer, Gina Moray…
a little deception and murder when it comes to getting ahead?
Mill is a small, peaceful farming town, but not without its problems. Fourth
generation farmer, Hank Smithson, is one of many in trouble with substandard
crops and underhanded tactics at the hands of his competition. Now he’s at risk
of losing his home and livelihood. A mysterious stranger, known only as LaReux,
offers him a solution to his problems. Hank quickly becomes seduced by promises
of a successful harvest, and agrees to his help. He soon learns that success
comes with a price and he will have to decide how much he’s willing to pay to
“He grabbed what
he sought and slowly pulled his hand out, grasping her heart. She fell to the
floor, lifeless, and he stepped away to avoid the blood running out of her
mouth. He looked down at her admiringly. ‘You had the heart of a lion.’ He
brought the flesh to his mouth and took a single bite before tossing the rest
on the floor next to her corpse.”
“The Guardians will hold you in its icy palm from the first page...” – B. Chioffi, author of Trickery
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Something strange is happening to Pine Creek. A cemetery pops up just outside of town and it’s fueling the residents’ fears. The headstones bear the names of deceased residents buried in town, and the townsfolk are left wondering … what’s buried beneath the soil? Marty Duller, a historian with a passion for cemeteries, starts to ask questions and learns that all is not what it seems in Pine Creek. There are more than bodies buried in the town’s history and their very souls may be at risk.
Gina Moray is an indie writer of horror
and thriller, living in Tennessee, with a desire to unleash her own brand of
horror on the world. She’s loved horror since a young age, with her first
books, Stories and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King's Cycle of the
Werewolf, read at the tender age of 8. Her stories are not pretty. She writes
across the whole spectrum of horror, from the mildly spooky all the way to
Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn't want anyone to know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially for the residents of Under City, and it's even harder for those who don't fit in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life. Her one hope is to leave the only home she's ever known while evading the mob that's calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape? Maybe...with a little help from her friends.
What's it about? I'm glad you asked! Here's the blurb:
Have you ever had a terrible secret you didn't want anyone to
know? Petri does and it may get her killed. Life is hard on Upworld, especially
for the residents of Under City, and it's even harder for those who don't fit
in. Petri has alway been different and now those differences may cost her life.
Her one hope is to leave the only home she's ever known while evading the mob
that's calling for her blood. But Petri has never been outside of her sector of
Under City, never mind off the planet. And the laws of Upworld forbid people
like her from leaving. Will Petri overcome the odds and make good her escape?
Maybe...with a little help from her friends.
Sound interesting? Good! And get a load of that
cover!!! It's courtesy of theFANTABULOUSJulie Nicholls!! If you'd like
to see more of her incredible work, check out her website here:
I also want to let you all know about an Amazon Giveaway I'm
running forCaptivated By The
Winter King. It's free to enter! Rainbow Dreamswon't be released until April 19th, so
in the meantime you can get your sexy romance fix with some dreamy Fae! ;-)
Okay, okay, I know, enough stalling. If you're as excited as
I am about this story, I know you're all ready for a peek:
Rainbow Dreams Chapter One Excerpt
Lightning bolts of fire and ice shot up and down Petri's spine as
she moved over the human man on the bed. Her short, slender body bowed with the
sensations that washed over her. His lust was like a fountain of cold water on
a hot day, and she was parched. It had been too long; she needed this.
Looking down at him as she slid her body onto his straining cock,
she smiled. This client had wanted to be blindfolded; he said he enjoyed the
mystery. There was more mystery in Petri than most humans would know what to do
with, so that was fine with her. With him blindfolded, she didn't need to be
careful to keep her own eyes shut. This was going to be a good feed, and there
was no way she could have kept her eyes from glowing.
The man moaned in pleasure. Being fed upon felt as good for humans
as feeding did for Petri. None of her clients knew she sipped from their
energy, their lifeforce,when she fucked them. All they knew
was that she was one hell of a talented dolly. A win-win for all involved.
This client was a regular; Petri had shown him many times how good
it could be with her. Some of her regulars came to crave her, almost like the
dream dust that was sold in the club below. They were guaranteed repeat
business, and she always made sure to show them a good time. After all, that
was her job.
The energy of the man's lust filled Petri as she glided up and
down on top of him. She shivered. It was renewing, rejuvenating. She couldn't
get enough. A few grains of dust remained on his upper lip as evidence of his
earlier indulgence in some of the chemical delights that were available at
It was clear her client was high long before Petri started
feeding. Before she blindfolded him, she had noted the man's dilated pupils and
the flush of pleasure on his face. She had no doubt the management of Abracadabra
would go to great lengths to make sure he received the maximum enjoyment
possible during his visit. There was a reason it was the hottest nightclub in
this part of Under City.
The club specialized in hedonism in all its forms. Drugs of every
description, games, gambling, and other, darker pleasures could be found within
its walls. House dollies, little more than sex slaves, waited to fulfill the
customers' every desire. Freelance dollies, like Petri, rented space to ply
their trade as well. The house allowed it because the dollies offered the
club's clientele more variety and were motivated to attract business. Once a
patron had satisfied their lust, they often wandered downstairs in search of
Leaning down, Petri pressed her cat-like mouth to her client's
lips in a sizzling kiss. Their tongues tangled as he responded, and she
undulated her hips against his, faster and faster. The drugs he had consumed
tainted his energy, giving Petri a pleasant buzz. She never took dust herself since
it interfered with her ability to control her power, but she enjoyed the effect
when one of her johns indulged. As their sex intensified, Petri drank deeper,
swallowing down the man's whimpers and sighs of ecstasy as she swallowed his
Lost in the haze of feeding for the first time in days, Petri
didn't realize it at first when the man suddenly went still underneath her. His
penis remained stiff and eager inside her, and she continued to ride it,
draining his energy. It was only when the cold, clamminess of his skin
penetrated the pleasurable trance she often sank into when feeding that she
realized that she had gone too far. Her heart skipped a beat.
Swinging her leg over him, she clambered off his body and knelt
beside him on the bed. She grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, but there was no
response. He was as still and cold as death.
Petri's breath froze in her chest as she tried to suppress her
rising panic. She slapped him, hard, across his face, trying to provoke a
response. There was nothing. Leaning down, she put her ear against his chest,
listening for something, anything. Any sign that a spark of life remained in
the man. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might have heard a faint
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put her hands on his
chest, fingers splayed. She had never done this before, but her instincts said
it might work. The process of drawing energy from others had come automatically
when she reached physical maturity. It was as natural as breathing to her. But
reversing the flow of energy… That was something else altogether. She forced
herself to focus; all she could do was try.
Reaching down into the well of energy within her, Petri tried to
snag a wisp of it. It was like trying to catch fog. Gritting her teeth, she
concentrated and managed to grab a small piece of the mist and tease it up, out
of herself and back into the man. It flowed at a slow trickle, but it did flow.
The man took a deep breath and Petri slumped in relief.
Before she could stop him, or even turn away, the man reached up
and snatched the blindfold from his face. When he saw her glowing eyes, he
Petri swore. She knew she didn't have much time. Sitting up, she
sucker-punched her client hard in his stomach. The man folded over, clutching
his gut, just like she knew he would. As her former client coughed and wheezed,
Petri scrambled into her tight, red mini-dress and stiletto pumps and clambered
out the window. She couldn't risk trying to make it through the crowded club
below; she needed to be gone before the man recovered enough to sound the
Whoo! I guess she's in some trouble! Want to find out what
happens next? Reserve your copy today so you'll get it without delay on
the 19th! ;-) Thank you all for stopping by today and for your interest
in my first foray into the sci-fi genre!! Have an awesome rest of the
Today, I am reblogging for a friend. Please share.
From Scott Borgman
The BORGman Collective
This won't be a long blog, so I hope you'll take the few minutes to read it. I try to do what I can to help support other authors, causes, charities, local area fundraisers... just to name a few. On April 30, 2016, I'll be taking part in Walk MS: Marshfield. And I would like to ask for your support.
Having been diagnosed with MS myself late last year, this is something that I am doing - not only because it's a for a good cause, but because I know personally how it has affected both myself and those closest to me. There is no cure for MS. Much of the disease is not even understood because of how randomly it effects those of us who have it. How random? Anywhere from a few months to ten years or more between 'fits' as we call them.
It's a waiting game, more or less. You wake up every morning and go about your day as you always do, but in the back of your mind, there's the thought: Is today the day another fit is going to strike?
I found out I had MS rather brutally. What started with tingling in my fingers one day, which I initially assumed had been because I had simply slept weird, spread to my palms within a day. A few days later, my left leg went dead. I literally had to drag it around. Walking was nearly impossible. It lasted for almost a month before the fit ended and I could walk normally again. For now.
You see, there are several different forms of MS that have been discovered. Mine happens to be Progressive Relapsing MS. The simple explanation for PRMS is that it gets progressively worse with each recurring fit. Which means the next time it hits, it will likely be as bad or worse than the last fit. Each fit leaves a permanent scar on the brain, kind of like a sick, demented 'I was here' tag. The MRI that I had done revealed that it had not been the first fit for me - it had been the seventh.
So I'm taking part in Walk MS: Marshfield while I can, because the next time it hits, I may not get the use of my leg back, or worse. No one - not even my specialist, who has studied and devoted the last twenty years of his life to studying the disease and trying to understand it - knows what will happen.
MS is like lightning during a thunderstorm. Others like me who have MS know the lightning will strike, but none of us know when, or what will be affected. That's what makes it such a difficult disease, not only for us but for our loved ones.
My wife, Nyki, has formed a team of us who will be walking on April 30, 2016 in Marshfield, WI. As I'm a Star Trek geek, I came up with our team name, The BORGman Collective (I thought it was rather clever!)
We would like to raise funds for the National MS Society, which is what this walk is for. Any donation you make goes directly to them.
From left to right: DeAnna, Michael, Jhessica, Scott, and Nyki Borgman
Here is the link, which will take you to the team page:
He wasn’t a billionaire with a
dungeon full of toys; he was the Dom she’d always wanted.
She wasn’t a wide-eyed young
innocent she was the submissive he’d always needed.
For everyone who thinks they’re not young enough, rich enough, or thin
enough to have a hot, sexy, BDSM romance—here’s a story of D/s in the real
At 42, John Mackenzie finds himself starting over. He lost his beloved
wife to cancer. His mentor and partner in their architectural firm suffers a
stroke and dies soon after. Jacqueline Deane, the not-so-grieving widow, makes
no secret she has designs on John. His exit strategy includes opening a private
office in the guest cottage at his home. With new business coming in faster
than he ever imagined, John soon needs to hire an assistant.
Laura Benson is an empty-nester, her only child in college halfway
across the country. Happily divorced, she’s looking for a more fulfilling job
and dreaming of the kind of passion she’s known only in the romance novels she
reads. When a mutual friend puts her in contact with John, she jumps at the
opportunity for change.
During the interview, each feels a spark, and
John hires Laura on the spot. After
fighting their growing attraction to each other as long as they can, they begin
to explore building a Dom/sub relationship that works for them. There’s only
one problem distracting the couple from the euphoria of their new relationship.
Someone is altering John’s job orders and substituting dangerously substandard
materials and forging his signature on them. Before disaster strikes, John begins his search for
the culprit while Laura contends with the platinum blonde shark—Jacqueline
On-the-Job Training is a BDSM-themed romance serial released in four
episodes: Orientation, Probation Period, Performance Review, and Permanent
Position. WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual content and is intended
for adults only.
Jordan Buchanan was born and lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia most of her life. Now residing in northern Michigan, she misses the beautiful Shenandoah Valley, but living in the home state of the mighty Detroit Red Wings helps ease the pain.
Jordan writes erotic romance with both heart and heat. She has published the short story collection, 4Play, the novel, Xander’s Garden. Her current project is the serial romance On-the-Job Training; the first episode, Orientation, is now available on Amazon.
When she’s not reading, writing, or watching hockey, Jordan spends quality time with her charming husband, three young Labrador mixes, and two older, and a quite disgruntled cat.
I'm doing something I usually do not do...promoting myself. I've been writing all my life... poems, journals, venting, etc. Last year, I made the acquaintance of an author I admire. Julie Nicholls encouraged me to write a story for publication, and after months of consternation, Angel Mine found its way to Amazon. My story had positive reviews. The comments received were appreciated and suggestions were heeded. I'm working to improve with each book.
There are so many aspiring to be successful, and the sheer number guarantees many outstanding authors will get lost among the hundreds of thousands. I know many of those writers, ones whose words shine from the pages, making me smile as I read them. These writers I treasure, making sure I have their books on my kindle to read again and again.
So for what it's worth, here are my books so far. I hope, someday, to be among those whose writing I love. All covers done by Julie Nicholls.
Jeza is a gorgeous redhead with a broken heart. One afternoon, she meets a handsome stranger at a local gun range and the sparks fly. Instant attraction results in a hot romance, but trouble looms on the horizon. Her former abusive boyfriend returns to reclaim her with dangerous intent. 18+
Julia Monroe has been wandering all her life, from one foster home to another, then one job to another. She meets a wealthy man, Robert Flannery, who becomes her employer. His son, Justin, is attracted to Julia and reveals himself to her; first as his wolf persona, then in his human form. As their relationship develops, Julia learns more about the secrets the Flannerys hold, ones that will lead to love, friendship, and danger. Recommended for 18 and older.
Tara Bentley has experienced much in her life. Losing her father while still in high school, she finds herself faced with a stepfather a year later. When she finally accepts him, rapid developments threaten to unravel her existence.
Attending a dinner with her parents, Tara meets a young man who proves to be a danger. She awakens in the woods, remembers being with him, but the rest eludes her. Found by a handsome shapeshifter, she is returned to her family.
Jared, her rescuer, begins to court her, and soon, they are in a loving relationship. Revelations come to light, involving her true heritage. These bring joy but also danger to her, as well as to Jared and his family.
Faced with the knowledge that her attacker is still at large, Tara must either decide to embrace her true nature to protect those she loves, or risk losing them.
18+ due to mature content.
After sitting with the same people for the second night in a row, Tara excused herself. Needing a break from the boredom, she stood on the balcony, elated to be alone. Lost in the scents of autumn, the night sang to her. It was comforting, like a warm blanket.
As she enjoyed the silence, Cody walked out a second door to stand nearby, interrupting the solitude. “Beautiful, isn’t it? I never tire of this view.”
“Yes. It’s gorgeous this time of year.”
“There’s a garden below with some dwarf sweetspire. Let’s take a look.” Cody suggested.
Tara sighed inwardly. She really wanted to be alone, but she didn’t like being rude to anyone. It seemed safe enough. After all, there was a gathering for dinner only a short distance away, and she was curious. Nodding, she followed Cody down the stairs to the patio.
He pointed to a large, colorful plant. “Tara, this is a beautiful sight in the spring. It’s green with white flowers.”
“Is this its fall color?” She touched the rich magenta leaves.
“Yes. It’s wearing its autumn coat.”
Tara smiled, appreciating his sense of humor.
“I was born and raised in this area,” Cody said. “There’s nothing like the mountains this time of year, anytime really. When the morning mist rolls down the hills, it’s magical.”
Lights from the first-floor foyer were shining, and Tara found herself relaxing with his friendly conversation. Pointing to a statue a distance away, he said, “This is the original owner of the inn, Winston Durham.”
Walking over to get a better view, she took her small camera from her purse to snap a picture.
“Hey, get one of me,” Cody said.
They both laughed as he mugged for the shot, standing in front of a bank of sweetspire at the base of the statue. Laughing, she forgot the warnings she felt before and leaned over to read the inscription on the statue. Cody moved, standing behind her.
Before she could make a sound, he grabbed her and covered her face with a cloth. Dropping the camera, she tried to scream, struggling in his iron grip, but he held her firmly in place. She felt dizzy, her struggles grew weaker, and she lost consciousness.
A heartfelt thanks to Julie Nicholls for your guidance and friendship. You can find her here: