Saturday, January 18, 2020

Out Now—RANDOM ACTS OF NEW YEAR by Julia Kent (@jkentauthor) #romance #romanticcomedy #romcom

Release date: December 31, 2019
Genre: Romantic Comedy

Book Blurb:

The ball and the book both drop on New Year’s Eve!

New Year’s Eve. Times Square. I booked the room over a year ago, with the view of the ball dropping. I’ll propose to Charlotte and drop to my knee at the stroke of midnight.

At least, that’s the plan.

But nothing in my life ever goes as planned. Between a last-minute gig that takes me away from her, a blast-from-the-past boyfriend of Charlotte’s, and the resurrection of Esme the blow-up doll, I have to fight for my right —

To make her my wife.

Charlotte. Not Esme. Because that's just gross, man. What's wrong with you?

Liam is finally ready to pop the question to Charlotte after years together, but a last-minute gig and a heaping dose of fate in the form of Darla makes the road to marriage a little bumpier than expected.

Welcome to the Random series, where people propose to chickens, snakes fall in love with blow-up dolls, cell phones become medical devices, and love conquers all, in tune and with three-part harmony. 


Author Bio:

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down

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Charlotte really, really hates crowds.

When you love someone, you do things for them that you would never in a million years do if you weren't bonded to them. For instance, I don't give a shit about foreign films. Never liked them. It's not that I don't get that other cultures and countries produce movies. And I can appreciate a good one. I just–when left to my own devices–won't seek them out.

I go with Charlotte to the ones she chooses because it jazzes her. And making her happy makes me happy.

Charlotte, on the other hand, cannot stand crowds. But she's with a guy whose entire livelihood depends on them. Tolerating the mad throngs of humanity squished inches from each other in stinky bars is how Charlotte supports my happiness.

And my bank balance.

Loving someone involves tradeoffs.

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Friday, January 17, 2020

Out Now! The Boss (Roosters 10) by Gale Stanley #Gay #BDSM @ChangelingPress

The Boss (Roosters 10) by Gale Stanley

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 009202-02979


Maxwell Barnes runs the top law firm in the city, owns a private BDSM club, and has more money than he can spend in a lifetime. He gets everything he wants, and now he wants his paralegal, Aaron Marshall. Mixing work and pleasure is a big no-no, but their mutual attraction is off the charts. The one thing Maxwell isn’t looking for is love, but sometimes fate has a mind of its own.


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The Boss (Roosters)
Gale Stanley
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Copyright ©2020 Gale Stanley

Fucking traffic. Even at this hour of the day, the streets were as jammed as my calendar. Doesn’t matter what I drive. My Mercedes-Maybach won’t get me to the office any faster than a Prius, but my ride got a lot of looks. It commanded the eye as well as the road. I imagined the other drivers were wondering what VIP was enjoying all this luxury. The thought ignited me. Being the center of attention was a turn-on. It was better than sex.

At last, my building came into view. It was an impressive sight. The Barnes Building was a soaring glass tower, twenty stories high, and one of the most prestigious addresses in the city. I helped design it myself. I demanded a seat at the table with the architects and builders, and my input resulted in a stunning building that met my needs. If you want something done right, do it yourself. ‘Nuff said.

I turned into the parking garage and pulled into my reserved spot, savoring the rewards of success. My car, my building, designer duds, a Rolex, they were all symbols of my wealth and status. None of it was due to luck. I worked damn hard to get where I was, long hours, high-profile court cases, good investments… I was on top of the world. Now I was ready to enjoy myself. For years work had overshadowed everything else in my life. I had made a name for myself and accumulated stuff, but I had neglected the hedonistic pleasures that shaped my life. It was time to focus on the thing that lit me up. BDSM. Erotic play made me feel complete. It energized me. I just needed the right partner. Lately, I had wondered whether the man I wanted even existed. It was a tall order to fill.

I knew who I was and what I wanted -- single, gay Dom looking for a playmate, not a relationship. Nothing serious or exclusive. I wanted a man who was submissive because he loved the way it made him feel, but finding a compatible play partner wasn’t easy. In the past I’d had partners who played at being submissive so they could gain access to me. They were only interested in my prestige and money. I liked a man who was willing to work hard and make it on his own. Someone who was constantly learning and wanted to challenge his limits.

Even with my connections, it was difficult to meet men because my kink was a well-hidden secret. Submissives who were looking for a Dom wouldn’t know how to find me. It had been a long time since my Dominant side got any attention, and it had been frustrating as hell.

Until the day Aaron Marshall showed up. We had instant chemistry. Chemistry counted for a lot, but it wasn’t everything. There had to be more to it than attraction. The big question was, could we build something on that chemistry? This was such an improbable match, I couldn’t believe it was more than a fluke. But what if it wasn’t? I intended to find out because I was used to getting what I wanted, and I wanted this man.

I took the private elevator to the top floor. My suite was bright and modern, a stark contrast to my public office one floor down. There it was all cherry wood and leather, the warm traditional look I presented to the public. But the private penthouse was my home when I was working on an important case so it was all me, a personal office, sitting room, kitchen, bedroom, and a large bath, even a walk-in closet stocked with some of my favorite paddles and floggers.

I listened to my voice mail and found a message from Brett Holiday, my best friend. No need to answer it. I’d be seeing him tonight. I went into the bathroom to check my appearance before taking the back stairs to my office.
Before settling in, I walked out to the front office to greet Aaron, who was now my newest paralegal. My current office manager was teaching him the ropes, a task I planned on taking over shortly. Pun intended.

Aaron always clocked in ahead of everyone, even me. He wanted to make a good impression, and he had. The man was a quick study and very professional, but he had other assets that sparked my interest.

I never forgot our first meeting. I liked his looks immediately -- dark blond hair, hazel eyes, slim build, but his stance was what caught my attention. Aaron stood in front of my desk, his back ramrod straight, arms at his sides, head up, eyes down. His deference was flattering to the point of overkill. I saw it as a tendency to yield to the will of another. He was hard-wired to be a submissive.

We made eye contact and it was hot as hell. I pictured us having wild sex and I sensed he felt the same. The undeniable connection between us was like an out-of-body experience. That mysterious attraction couldn’t be forced. It was what I longed for, but seldom found. Calm down, I told myself. Do not hire this man because you want to fuck him.

“Have a seat, Mr. Marshall.”

“Thank you.”

I decided to test the water. “Thank you, Sir.”

Aaron’s eyes went wide but he responded immediately. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

His reaction was beautiful to behold. Being told what to do excited him. I could tell he wanted me to take control, to dominate him. Anticipation shivered along my spine. I knew an untrained submissive when I saw one. Aaron was struggling to recover his self-command, but his desire and arousal shone like a beacon in a storm. I was intrigued.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Spring at The Little Duck Pond Cafe: (Little Duck Pond Cafe, Book 1) by Rosie Green #Contemporary #Fiction #Giveaway @GoddessFish

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rosie Green will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Fleeing from a romance gone wrong, Ellie Farmer arrives in the pretty village of Sunnybrook, hoping for a brand new start that most definitely does not include love!

Following an unscheduled soak in the village duck pond, she meets Sylvia, who runs the Little Duck Pond Cafe. Renting the flat above the cafe seems like the answer to Ellie's prayers. It's only for six months, which will give her time to sort out her life, far away from cheating boyfriend Richard.

But is running away from your past ever really the answer?

Clashing with the mysterious and brooding Zak Chamberlain, an author with a bad case of writer's block, is definitely not what Ellie needs right now. And then there's Sylvia, who's clinging so hard to her past, she's in danger of losing the quaint but run-down cafe altogether.

Can Ellie find the answers she desperately needs in Sunnybrook? And will she be able to help save Sylvia's Little Duck Pond Cafe from closure?

Read an Excerpt

I have never climbed a tree in my life.

But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

It’s a gaspingly cold mid-January morning with an ice-blue sky overhead – not exactly the ideal conditions in which to be lurking on the pavement outside a stranger’s house, nervously eyeing up the oak tree in their garden.

Camera gripped in my freezing hands, I stamp my feet and blow out misty breath as I psyche myself up to be bold. I’ve driven sixty miles from Newtown, where I live, to the pretty, chocolate-box village of Sunnybrook in Surrey – with the ultimate goal of climbing this very tree and taking photos of the view from up there.

The tree is almost exactly how I pictured it in my imagination – old and gnarled with broad, evenly-spaced branches. My eye homes in on one branch in particular. It reaches out to the left, a little over six feet from the ground; the perfect place to sit and gaze out over the village green and the duck pond. (As I knew it would be.)

Tears fill my eyes. But I’m smiling, too.

It’s all in a good cause.

Stop dithering and just do it!

When I push it open, the garden gate swings inwards without creaking and the windows remain blank. I drop my bag by the gate and head for the tree.

It’s amazing how fear can give you almost super-human powers. Under normal circumstances, I’d need someone to give me a bunk-up into this tree. But today, with adrenalin pumping through my system, I manage to swing myself up there with no problems at all . . .

About the Author:
Rosie has been scribbling stories ever since she was little.

Back then, they were rip-roaring adventure tales with a young heroine in perilous danger of falling off a cliff or being tied up by ‘the baddies’.

Thankfully, Rosie has moved on somewhat, and now much prefers to write romantic comedies that melt your heart and make you smile, with really not much perilous danger at all – unless you count the heroine losing her heart in love.

Spring at the Little Duck Pond Café is the first in Rosie’s brand new series of novellas centred around life in a village café. Each novella is a ‘stand-alone’ read.

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Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Out Now! ASHES (DEVIL’S BONEYARD MC) by Harley Wylde #MC #Romance @ChangelingPress

by Harley Wylde
Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance,
Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Romantic Suspense
 Nikki – Being tortured and watching the father of my child die has scarred me. There are deep wounds etched into my soul that no one can possibly understand. They think I loved him, that I’m mourning, but I’m not. The horror of that day lurks in the shadows of my mind, and I can’t seem to break free. Not until Ashes drags me to my first ultrasound and I see my son for the first time. I owe it to him to do better, but it’s too late. I’ve lost my job, and I’m losing my apartment. I should have known Ashes would swoop in like a knight on his shining Harley to save the day.
Ashes – It’s my fault that Nikki lost Bane, that their kid will grow up without a dad. My cousin is responsible for what happened to them, and I can’t undo that pain. So instead, I take care of Nikki the best I can while trying to maintain some distance between us. I’ve loved her for years, but I can never tell her. Renegade, the Road Captain for my club and her brother, would kill me if he knew that Nikki plagues my thoughts day and night. I never counted on taking her home with me, or getting caught in the shower with her. But our happy-ever-after wasn’t quite in reach. When a series of events nearly tears us apart, I vow that I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to her. It never occurred to me that she’d be the one to save me.
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All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2020 Harley Wylde
I hated seeing Nikki like this. What should have been a joyous time for her only made her sadder. Losing Bane, especially in such a brutal way, had done a number on her. It had been half a year since his death, and still she was barely living. None of us had a clue the two had been so close. Even her brother, Renegade, had been kept in the dark. I’d made it my responsibility to keep an eye on her. If it weren’t for my addict cousin, then Bane would still be alive, and Nikki wouldn’t be facing motherhood alone.
Her belly swelled with her kid, hers and Bane’s, and I thought she was pretty damn adorable. Even when she hadn’t showered in a few days, there was just something about Nikki that made you look twice. She wasn’t stunning, or gorgeous like the women in Hollywood, but the girl-next-door look was really doing it for me. Not that I would touch her. I had no right. Besides, she was still mourning the loss of Bane.
“Hey, Nik, your calendar says you have a doctor’s appointment today. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” I asked as I leaned against the entryway to the living room.
She’d curled on the couch, still in her pajamas, and was staring vacantly at the TV. I knew she wasn’t watching it because a movie that looked damn close to soft porn was playing, and that wasn’t her thing. At least, it hadn’t been since I’d started coming over here every week.
“Nik.” Moving farther into the room, I hunkered in front of her, slowly reaching for her hand. I gave it a slight squeeze, pulling her attention to me. “There you are, pretty girl. Come on. You need to shower and dress for your appointment. I’ll give you a ride.”
I nodded. “Doctor. Have to check on the kiddo and make sure they’re all right.”
Her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears. “I’m supposed to find out the sex today. I get to see my baby and I…”
I reached up and wiped away the tear that slipped down her cheek. “I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m so damn sorry Bane can’t be here for this, but you don’t have to go alone.”
I’d like to think Bane would have been with her every step of the way, but I honestly didn’t know. He’d enjoyed the club pussy as much as anyone else. The fact he’d been with Nikki, and she was the sister of our Road Captain, made me think he’d been more serious this time. If he hadn’t died and he’d fucked around on Nik, then Renegade would have gelded him.
She gave me a slight nod and I helped her stand. Not trusting her to actually take a shower and not just crawl back in the bed, I led her down the hall to her room. I’d picked up a bit the last time I was here, but the place already looked like a cyclone had hit. From what I knew of Nikki, she’d been something of a neat freak before losing Bane. The men who took her had beat her pretty bad, but even worse, they’d made her watch as they tortured and killed Bane, a Prospect no one had realized she was seeing.
I went into her bathroom and turned on the shower, set out a clean towel for her, then stepped out. Nikki shuffled past me, more zombie than human at the moment. I left her to it and started picking up the mess in her room and stripping the bed. When I turned to shove everything in the hamper near her closet, I sighed and stared at her. She was still standing in the bathroom, vacantly looking at the shower.
She needed help, but she refused to go talk to a shrink, and Renegade insisted she’d be fine and to leave her be. I couldn’t, though. Either my brother wasn’t aware of just how bad Nik had gotten, or he was choosing to ignore it. I understood he was preoccupied with his new woman and daughter, and the kid they had on the way, but that didn’t change the fact his sister needed him. I could go to the Pres and ask him to speak to Renegade, but I didn’t want to do that. Nikki needed someone, and I was happy to help. I considered it penance for my fucked-up cousin being responsible for what happened to Nikki and Bane.
“Nikki, I need you to take a shower and get ready for your appointment,” I reminded her again.
When she still didn’t move, I knew I’d have to take things further than I should. I reached up and eased the elastic from her hair, letting it tumble down her back. Bracing myself for however she might react, I reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly started to lift it, hoping like hell she’d snap out of it and shove me away, then undress herself. Her bare breasts came into view, and I slammed my eyes shut, and cursed the fact I was getting hard. It was all kinds of fucked up. I managed to get her shirt off, then shoved her pajama pants down her legs. Settling my hands on her hips, I noticed she hadn’t been wearing panties. It was tempting to let my hands wander over that smooth skin, but I held back.
I brushed past her and tested the shower water, warming it a little more, before I reached back and took her hand. I tried really fucking hard not to look anywhere but her face as I stuck her under the shower spray. She sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide, and I could tell the moment she was coming back to the present and getting out of her head.
“Ashes?” she asked.
“Yeah, Nik. Just… shower, okay? I’ll put some clothes out for you, then wait in the living room.”
My gaze dropped to her breasts, and I knew it made me an asshole, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from going even lower. The swell of her belly made my fingers twitch as I fought the urge to reach out and place my hand there. Nikki seemed to read my mind and reached out, taking my hand in hers, then pressed my palm to her belly. I stared a moment before looking up to see her watching me.
“It’s okay if you want to feel the baby,” she said. “You’ve been here every week helping take care of us. It’s almost more your kid than Bane’s.”
I shook my head. “No, Nik. The baby is yours and Bane’s, and everyone knows it. The kid will know it too. We’ll all tell him or her about their dad, and how he died trying to save you. He’ll be a hero in his kid’s eyes.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I’m scared, Ashes.”
Ah, hell. I could handle about anything, except tears. I slipped off my cut and laid it on the counter, then toed off my boots. I stepped into the shower and gathered Nikki in my arms, not caring that I was getting soaked. She cried and clutched at my shirt. It was all kinds of fucked up that she was naked, and my dick was more than aware of the fact. If Renegade saw me right now, he’d kick my ass.
“Everything’s going to be fine, Nik. You don’t have to do any of this on your own. The club is behind you one hundred percent. You know that, right? It’s not just Renegade. We’re all here for you.”
She sniffled and looked up at me. “No, not everyone. Just you. My brother hardly comes by, and I never see the others unless I go to the compound.”
I bit my tongue before I said something I shouldn’t. I’d thought long and hard about her situation. The fact she lived alone and didn’t have anyone to check on her, other than the club, meant that she’d be safer at the compound. If anything happened, it would take too long to reach her. Hell, that was if anyone even knew she needed help. I wanted her to move behind the gates, but it wasn’t my place to say anything. She wasn’t mine.

About Harley Wylde …
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

When Harley‘s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

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Monday, January 13, 2020

Sexy, Seductive Books: The Boss by Gale Stanley

Sexy, Seductive Books: The Boss by Gale Stanley: The Boss (Roosters 10) by Gale Stanley Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Art:  Bryan Keller BIN:  009202-02979 Genres:  BDSM...

Book Tour: Amber Hollow by Edgar Swamp #Horror #Giveaway @GoddessFish

Amber Hollow
by Edgar Swamp


On July 15, 1991, an isolated village in Northern Wisconsin is ground zero for an unprecedented, fiery tragedy. Of the community's 600 residents, there are only five survivors. Detailed accounts by the victims contradict each other; the only link is a man named Anthony Guntram, but because he is presumed to be dead, this claim can't be verified. Further investigations reveal a culture enshrouded in mystery. What are the survivors hiding?

Only the villagers know the secret of Amber Hollow, a place where sanity is checked at the town line and the parameters of reality become blurred. An unconventional horror story by design, Edgar Swamp delivers an action-driven page-turner that will keep readers guessing until the calamitous ending.

Please note, this book is only $0.99 on Kindle: 


“I’m not going back!” the woman screamed, her eyes rolling in terror. “You hear me? I’m never going back!”

“We understand,” Sadie said, approaching carefully from the opposite side of her partner, although her reply couldn’t have been farther from the truth. So far, she didn’t understand anything. However, she knew for certain that this woman’s passing wouldn’t do them a damn bit of good at getting to the truth. They needed to keep her still so she wouldn’t let go.

“We’re here to help you,” Jeremy said, “in fact, we were on our way to the hospital to visit you, to ask you some questions—”

“You have questions, you can ask Anthony Guntram! It’s his fault, all his fault!”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that, ma’am.” He gazed down, saw a police boat approaching from the mouth of the river. Good timing. “Please, let us help you. Take my hand.”

“I don’t want your help!” she screamed, and in her exertion one of her feet slipped and she almost fell, the only thing keeping her from plunging over the side was her grip on the cable, which apparently was pretty tight. “You can’t help me, no one can!”

“Let us try,” Jeremy begged.

“Never,” she croaked in a husky voice, and then she let go of the cable.


Author Interview:

When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book?

I’ve been writing since I was a kid. In fact, in school, the only things I was good at were reading, writing, and music. I was THAT puny kid getting beaned by five dodgeballs at once during gym! That said, I was actually pretty good at hockey (I’m from up near Canada, ey!), and for as long as I have been drawing breath, I’ve wanted to be a professional writer/musician/actor. Two of those avenues I explored (music, writing) one I did in high school but didn’t pursue later. When I’m not penning the next Great American Novel, I am busy taking care of companion animals, mostly cats and dogs, but I also care for a bunny, and I’ve looked after birds, fish and reptiles as well. I have this profession because I worked as a veterinary technician for about a decade, and the pet sitting business just sort of evolved. My latest novel, “Amber Hollow,” was released on Oct. 15, 2019, self-published through KDP, a division of Amazon, in both ebook and paperback. This is my fourth self-published novel, and it is at this juncture I am hoping to attract the attention of a traditional publisher because I’m finally really getting the hang of it!

Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I write in multiple genres; my four self-published novels in order are: horror, science-fiction, crime caper, and mystery (with elements of horror and fantasy). I’ve always had an overactive imagination and am a lucid dreamer; every monster in the world and three of their closest friends lived either in my closet or under my bed as a kid, but that didn’t quell the thirst I had for scary stories! I don’t know why, but I guess I enjoyed torturing myself. My ideas come from anywhere, but they are always darkly tinged through my skewed view of reality. In fact, I presently have more ideas than I have time to write them. If I were a paid writer, I’d have material for the next several years practically in the can! My latest novel, “Amber Hollow,” was actually an exercise in making myself come up with a specific idea, and I didn’t want to commit a single word to the page until I had a solid plot with a rockin’ steady beginning, middle, and end. I did come to an impasse at a stage in its creation, though, and that is where I used (for the first time) elements of fantasy to help tell my story. It was one of those things that wasn’t planned — it just came to life on the page randomly on a free Saturday afternoon, and it helped shape the tone and style of the novel. 

Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?

There are many writers that have influenced my writing since I was kid; some I practically plagiarize while others just wrote stuff that gave me the desire to write. This will sound wildly improbable, so I’ll confess I’m exaggerating slightly, but I practically went from Dr. Seuss to Stephen King within the span of only a few years, both of them very influential upon me. In regards to the former, he actually wrote a book that was (to me) somewhat scary, although having just gone through an entire catalogue of his work online I can’t find it, but I recall it was made for TV, and it was environmentally themed. It’s probably in one of his short-story collections; it’s a dystopian future where all the trees are gone and the world is just dust. The latter had me at go with “The Shining,” a book so good I faked being sick and read it in three days while eating chicken soup and pretending to cough and have diarrhea. Dr. Seuss captivated me with the tone of his story, motivating me to write something like it, whereas at one point I just wanted to write like Stephen King. I accidentally plagiarized something verbatim of his in my first novel “The Gyre Mission” without knowing it at the time — that’s how many times I’ve read his books over and over. That said, I am also a huge fan of Jack London, Kurt Vonnegut and Chuck Palahniuk. Again, I’d like to go with the former for writing engaging stories I then wanted to emulate, and the two latter writers for me wanting to stylistically write like them. Alas, at the end of the day, you need to find your own voice if you want to stand out, and after a lot of practice, I am getting closer and closer.

How do you market your work? What avenues have you found to work best for your genre?

The very first novel I tried to write (again, talk about being a thief!) was a sequel to Stephen King’s “The Stand.” Cough…ahem…yeah, I didn’t get past maybe about 40 pages because I was 13, but my next whack at it when I was 18 didn’t fair much better, and when I was 30, I finally made myself write what would be my very first finished novel…and it was a dreadful piece of crap. However, at the time, I didn’t know that, so I tried to get it traditionally published. I attended conferences, I sent query letters to any related publication/publisher/editor, and over the course of two years, I realized I was getting better at how to submit my work, but the work itself was terrible. I then wrote three more crappy books in which I learned the mechanics of writing, editing, and storytelling, and then I finally wrote another one that I decided to self-publish. My decision to do that was based on the new print on demand technology; this wasn’t vanity publishing anymore — this was entrepreneurial! I figured all I had to do was write it, hire someone to help promote it, and I’m off to the races. Turns out I wasn’t the only genius who came up with this idea, and by 2012, the market for indie books was a staggering 200,000 or more titles per year, in addition to the 300,000 (maybe more) traditionally published titles available. Readers are simply overwhelmed with content screaming for their attention; it’s shark-infested waters out there fellow writers! So, in hindsight, with four self-published titles now, I’d have to say I have mixed feelings. A part of me wishes I had stuck with the traditional route because to be honest, self-publishing means YOU do all the work (or pay someone big bucks to do it), so it isn’t an easy way out. That said, I may not have written my latest novel (or the two before it) if it wasn’t for self-publishing because I wrote it knowing I was going to do exactly that, and was genuinely trying to write it for a wide, specific audience I could possibly generate through reading sites, social media and Amazon. I’ll tell you how it all worked out six months from now!

How did you come up with the title?

“Amber Hollow” is a detective mystery at heart but seen through the lens of “The Twilight Zone,” or “The X-Files.” I based the novel in my home state of Wisconsin, set in four primary cities, one in which I am from so I am very familiar with the area. I wanted to do an homage to my home state (I now reside in California, and the only way I’d ever go back to Wisconsin to stay is either in an urn or a pine box!) and showcase its surrealistic seclusion, as well as personally enjoy a trip down memory lane as it is a period piece set in 1991, and that is around the time when I lived there. Writing it brought back a lot of memories, but almost everything within the book is fabricated, except for the captain of the Brown County Sheriff’s Department. I cast my father in my book because that’s what he was doing in ’91, working for that police department, although he tells me he has no recollection of the two detectives I have him bossing around! While writing this book, I had a very strong goal in mind: to come up with an ending that no one (unless they paid close attention to the clues laid out throughout the book) could guess. Actually, I wasn’t really sure how it was going to end, so writing that part of the book wasn’t fun, but reading it sure is! Earlier in the book, I was trying to find a hook, a way to tie all of the crazy events together in a clear and smooth manner, and on the day I had that breakthrough, it was glorious indeed. It’s the part of the book I reference as “fantasy,” and writing the scene that would introduce me to that angle, to that way of telling the story, was so much fun I worked on it for about four hours straight…which is about two hours more than I can normally sit still. The title of the book is very important, and I had to research it up and down to find something that wasn’t already out there (there is actually a brand of scented candles called Amber Hollow, but no book or movie of that name), and that’s about all I can tell you because I don’t want to give anything away. 

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?

The biggest critique I receive from readers is that my books are too long and have too many backstories and subplots. So, with each progressive novel, they are shorter and shorter! “Amber Hollow” has only passing backstories (paragraph at most) and NO subplots. Everything that happens is all in relation to the mystery and getting to the bottom of it, period. Anyone who has ever read my books and written a great review is by far the best praise I can get, and I’ll be honest: “Amber Hollow” has brought out the best reviews I’ve ever gotten. One of them actually made me want to cry…in a good way! God bless their heart. It’s no secret that most writers will tell you not to write for money (seriously, I know) and ultimately, they are right. A lot of great writers DID write for money, some of them with good results (Stephen King), and some with bad (Edgar Allen Poe…he died broke and despised). Writing for the joy of the craft, or the story, or simply the feel of slapping the keys helps a lot, especially when you are looking at the very real eventuality that you will never sell enough books to pay one months rent. You do it because you WANT to, not because someone has a gun to your head. However, I sure wish someone was aiming a twelve-gauge in my direction right now needing finished copy stat for something professionally published…I’d love the challenge! Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this post, and thank you for hosting me!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Edgar Swamp is the author of the “Gyre Mission,” “Glitch in the Machine,” and “Blackout.” His short stories have appeared in Alienskin, Macabre Cadaver, and Urban Reinventors. When he isn’t holed up in his office playing online poker, he likes to dig up the recently deceased and make furniture out of their skin. He lives and works in San Diego, California.




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Saturday, January 11, 2020

Out Now! Shower You With Love by E.D. Parr #MMromance, #ParanormalRomance @EvernightPub

Shower You With Love
Words 23,636
E.D. Parr
MM romance, paranormal romance
Evernight Publishing January 2, 2020

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.
Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.
Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.
In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.
Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

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The pretty song playing was thankfully slow. Matthew took Chris into his arms.

Instantly, comfort blanketed Chris. He held Matthew and closed his eyes. It only took seconds before he rested his forehead on Matthew’s. The melody flowed over him. The vague fragrance from Matthew’s cologne, soft, and like summer sea breezes filled his head. He relaxed in the intimacy of being hip to hip with the gorgeous man.

Matthew’s murmur teased gently on his lips. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

Soothed by the physical contact with a man after long months of not dating and keeping his head down with work, Chris let the pleasure guide him. He soaked up the feel of Matthew’s strong shoulders under his palms. He closed his eyes to bask in the sheer masculinity radiating from Matthew. The lure of brushing his lips on Matthew’s in a gentle exploratory kiss tugged at him. Surprised by this reaction after he’d been willing to leave the bar, Chris drew his face a little away from Matthew’s.

Matthew looked into his eyes. “I’m desperate to kiss you.”

Chris’s stomach tightened. He tensed with the sexual need that rippled through his body. He kissed Matthew and lingered against his mouth, merging his lips with Matthew’s in one kiss after another as a delicious feeling of desire and belonging coated him.

Matthew returned the kisses, and murmuring soft sounds, he swept his hand down from Chris’s back to his ass.

Passion rose in Chris, his cock thickened, and he pressed his lower body onto Matthew’s.

The gorgeous man in his arms smiled onto his lips. “I want you. I know you want me. Come home with me.”

Chris burned with longing. He couldn’t resist. “My car’s on the side street. I’ll drive us.”

Copyright E. D. Parr 2020, Evernight Publishing

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About Owen. Notes from E. D. Parr
Owen is a ghost. He’s waited for Chris for around twenty-five years … someone who can see him, see his world—the world his spirit inhabits.
Destiny leads Chris to discover Owen. He’s the one able to free Owen’s spirit and set in motion the life magic that will lead Chris to Matthew. Who is Matthew really?
The similarities in the character Matthew and Owen are sprinkled throughout the last half of this love story purposely because Matthew has an uncanny connection to Owen, in fact for those who believe in soulmates, Owen might well be Matthew. You decide.