Thursday, February 29, 2024

Brake Check by Gitte Tamar #horror #PsychologicalThriller


Horror, psychological thriller, dark fantasy, occult, fiction

Date Published: February 18, 2024


When winning turns deadly…

It's 1972. On a scorching summer day in North Carolina, the sight of Rut, the father of her child, cheating with the next-door neighbor, sends pregnant Loretta into labor. Amidst the chaos, she promises that her baby boy, Rich Richardson, will not follow in his father's footsteps as a loser, but become something much greater - a professional race car driver. Loretta leaves the hospital's entrance, filled with anticipation of a fresh start and dreams of her baby's prosperous future. However, the fairytale life she had sold herself quickly takes a dark turn, when she is left with no choice but to go back home to the child's waiting father. Driven by a sense of entitlement to fame and fortune, her impulsive decisions forever change her and her son's fate.

Are you ready to face the horrors that await?

Get your copy today and uncover the rollercoaster of frightening evil that lurks beneath a young man’s life of fame.


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Brigitte, "Gitte," Tamar was born in a small rural Oregon town. Growing up, she was enthralled by scary tales featuring poetic tones and consistently gravitated towards writing darkened narratives. In the different storylines, Brigitte explores the harsh realities of social issues faced by today's generations. This includes the dark outcomes brought on by peer pressure, addiction, homelessness, mental illness, childhood trauma, and abuse. She feels it is essential to share narratives that refrain from sugarcoating the topics society tends to shy away from.


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Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Cressida's Betrayal by Mikala Ash #Steampunk @ChangelingPress


A Steam and Spells Steampunk Adventure


Empire of the Sky, Book 2

Steampunk Romance

Date Published: March 1, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC


Things are going well for Cressida. Egged on by Marjorie, the spirit who has taken shelter in her mind, Jacob proposes marriage as they flee the moon and its goblin king. However bigger things are at stake, and their mission to save all of humanity is jeopardized by mistrust and magical chicanery. Sexual energy flares as the danger to the empire overflows in an orgy of lust and violence. Can Jacob and Cressida’s love survive?


Copyright ©2024 Mikala Ash


December 1865 -- Earthbound

Making love in the absence of gravity is a pleasure experienced by few. In this regard my beloved fiancé Jacob and I, and of course Marjorie, made full use of the three-day journey from the moon. Whenever the mood to clicket like a pair of foxes took us -- as it often did -- we’d strap ourselves into our cocoon -- the Lunarians’ term for the soft woollen bag designed to keep slumbering space travellers from drifting about -- and had at it with unbridled enthusiasm.

We were not the only ones. The dozen or so “marionettes” -- as Jacob termed the human bodies possessed by the spirits of goblins -- also took every opportunity to experience the joy of sex. In their natural form, the small leathery-winged creatures, which resembled the ugly statues of gargoyles, were denied by their nervous systems the ability to derive pleasure from copulation. For them, the act of coitus was simply a procreational chore, and so the ecstasy of sexual intercourse that the human body provided was to them as addictive as laudanum is to opium eaters.

Thus, the mid-section of the ship presented a scene straight from a nightmare. Cocoons bolted to the metal wall jostled their neighbours as they twisted and bucked like angry caterpillars. The contortions were accompanied by a discordant symphony of grunts, groans, and ultimate cries of climactic release.

I blush to recall that Jacob and I were no different. I was in seventh heaven with his cock relentlessly sliding, piston-like, in and out of my accommodating quim, causing my heart to gallop and my breathing to quicken into ragged gasps. I wasn’t alone, of course. Marjorie was enjoying it as well, albeit deep inside my head.

Oh, his cock is so very hard, she bellowed.

She didn’t have to tell me that. I could feel every inch of his rigid shaft stretch my tight fleshly sheath. Having a ghost possess me had added a new dimension to the constant monologue people conduct with themselves in their heads. Marjorie knew my thoughts before I could even express them to myself, and she had access to all my memories as well. The most amazing fact of her residency in my mind was that she could “feel” everything I did, from stubbing my toe to the ecstasy of sexual climax, and everything in-between.

Marjorie could also massage my body from the inside, as it were, stimulating my nipples and nub, and creating the sensations that Jacob would make with lips, tongue, fingers, and cock. She was thoroughly enjoying her demise, making liberal use of this ability, and wasn’t a passive member of our unconventional ménage which united the living and the dead.

I’m not dead, she would protest. Just misplaced, and very grateful I found you.

Murdered while she was a virgin, Marjorie’s spirit had, for some unknown reason, been irresistibly drawn to me, and had possessed my body to alert Jacob and I that her corpse had been stolen from her grave. Marjorie’s body was now possessed by a goblin who named herself Esther. One of our goals once on Earth was to return Marjorie to her rightful home. We were confident that I could perform the swap, as I had successfully done the same for Jacob in the chamber of the dead on the moon.

That Esther was writhing in ecstasy in the cocoon next to us, being ploughed enthusiastically by her so-called husband Warrick, both angered and intrigued her. He’s fucking her now, she said bitterly. I wonder what his cock feels like.

“Ugh!” I groaned, as much in disgust on her behalf as from the jolt of Jacob’s thrust. A half dozen followed, and my rising excitement was reflected in the increasing cadence of my whimpers and moans.

Jacob paused, his body tensed, but not from imminent climax.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Something’s changed. I’ll have a look.”

Now that we were not wholly engaged in pleasure, I noticed that the previously muffled grunts and groans were no longer stifled, but clear as a bell. I lifted Jacob’s arm so I could see out of our woollen shell. The agitated caterpillars, not content to remain in their cocoons, had erupted like butterflies from their chrysalides. With no gravity to keep them to the floor they twisted and tumbled through the air until the space became a mass of undulating human flesh. Jacob and I remained inside our woollen bag. The thought of intimacy with stolen bodies repelled us.

I shuddered at the memory of fucking the king of the Lunarians, Mon Ilson, and his concubine Gloria, but that had been in the cause of buying time and favour till our escape. I had only suffered the act by imagining I was making love to Jacob and Marjorie.

My memory of that awkward situation was suddenly interrupted by our cocoon being ripped open, and before I could react, Jacob and I were separated by gentle but insistent hands. In an instant Esther was kissing Jacob full on the mouth.

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Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.


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Monday, February 26, 2024

HAPPY HARRY: A MAGICAL GOLDEN by Barbara Lampert #DogMemoir #Giveaway

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In her dog memoir Happy Harry: A Magical Golden, psychotherapist Barbara Lampert, a lifelong dog lover, tells the story of her beloved Golden Retriever, Harry. Like her first dog memoir, Harry's story comes from her mostly uncensored daily journal and takes place in Malibu, California.

Harry was a genuinely free spirit - wild, and very wolf-like. Did all this contribute to his being exceptionally happy? Perhaps.

Harry was not only the happiest being Barbara's ever known, happy to the very core of him, but also the bravest. More than once in his life, Harry had to face true adversity, and each time, Barbara would look at him in wonder, not fully understanding how a being could be so brave and at the same time continue to be so happy.

Harry literally pranced through life, with a joyous attitude that made being around him like magic. Barbara fell in love with Harry. And as you immerse yourself in Harry's story, it's likely you will too! Happy Harry is unforgettable!

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I call Harry my calendar dog. Exquisite face. That’s what drew me to him when he was nine weeks old. Sounds superficial, but I thought his face was extraordinary. And this sounds superficial too, but I’d hoped his face would stay as gorgeous when he grew up. Well, it has. But you know, no matter what he turned out to look like, I knew I would love him tremendously. What’s inside Harry is amazing!

Harry is the happiest dog I’ve ever known. Genuinely happy, from the core of him. Mostly with a ball game. Harry can’t wait for the moment when he can go out to play.

The first few years with Harry were insane. He was a maniac, wouldn’t listen. Particularly when he was out of the house on a walk or at the big field at the nearby school. We tried every kind of leash and harness. We enlisted a dog trainer. Nothing worked. But little by little, he’s getting better. Still pays scant attention when we’re out of the house, but at least I don’t have the feeling he would run away. Though he’s never off leash when we’re out. Never!

Those first years were so chaotic with him that I was resigning myself to the possibility he might be a sociopath, because he seemed to not care about rules, listening, or consequences. I needed to accept him as he was. But now, at six, Harry has become incredibly devoted and loyal. Our wild wolf has settled into his pack.

I’m at work right now and can’t wait to get home and see Harry. Give him lots of kisses, get his over-the top joyful greeting with a soft toy in his mouth. Seeing Harry brimming with enthusiasm makes me so happy! I love him so much!

Harry’s adapting… But more than that, he’s still so joyful. His abundance of happy energy is so wonderful to be around. He’s still putting stuffed toy rabbits and balls in his mouth, particularly when he’s really happy. Still comes to me with even more enthusiasm and his head held even higher than usual when I say, “Hey Harry.” I love saying that to him, and Harry seems to love hearing it. I only use the “Hey” with Harry. It’s special, just for him. Something I started saying to him a few years ago. To me, it’s a way of emphasizing how cool Harry is. Yes, Harry is really cool, in the true sense of the word. Unafraid, carefree. Still.

Dogs are such special beings. I swear a big reason they were put on this earth is to teach us how to be.

About the Author:
My passion is dogs! I’ve had dogs most of my life and hope to have at least one by my side always. Dog energy is the best!

I’m the author of two dog memoirs: Happy Harry: A Magical Golden and before that Charlie: A Love Story. Each about one of my Golden Retrievers. (I told you dogs are my passion!)

I’m a psychotherapist, licensed for over thirty years, specializing in relationships.

I was a flight attendant for nine years. And taught sociology at several universities. I have two master’s degrees and a doctorate.

Gardening is another love – not as much as dogs, but right up there! I see my garden as a work of art and garden as much as possible in my free time. I love being in nature.

I live in Malibu, California with my husband David and, you guessed it, our two wonderful Golden Retrievers, Oliver and Henry.

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Thursday, February 15, 2024

Release Blitz: False Haven by Rebecca Rook #YA #Horror


Young Adult Horror

Date Published: 02-13-2024

Publisher: Hellebore House


Seventeen-year-old Vivienne Barston’s life has fallen apart.

With her mother recently dead, her father disappears into his grief – leaving Viv to deal with her sadness and anger alone. Viv turns to destructive behaviors like petty vandalism, but after a disturbing stint in a juvenile detention center frightens her, Viv agrees to a court mandated service opportunity designed to expunge her record. The deal: work for six weeks with a trail conservation crew in the rural woods of southern Oregon, and she’ll be free with a clean slate.

She knows it’s her last chance to fix her life.

When Viv arrives at the small town of Hard Luck, Oregon, she meets her motley crewmates, all with troubles of their own. The unusual group travels to Grafton Stake, a remote and derelict former asylum with a haunted history–and now Viv must face the ghosts of the past while fighting for her future.

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Rebecca Rook is a hard of hearing person who designs tabletop games, manages a little free library dedicated to sequential art and comics, and lives in the Pacific Northwest with two wonderful dogs. The author of The Penance of Valentine Cash, she writes young adult fiction in the fantasy, thriller, and horror genres.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Teaser Tuesday: Taken by the Satyr by Megan Slayer @changelingpress #Paranormal #Fiction


(Taken 5): A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novella

Paranormal Women's Fiction / Urban Fantasy

Date to be Published: February 16, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press, LLC


Preston, son of Hermes, has a secret. He’s been cursed to live as a satyr -- a monster with a dubious job he hates. He knows love is not in his future. Can’t be.

Then he meets Lulu -- the daughter of a witch and Elf. A woman unsure of her place in the world. Luna has come back to Eerie to hide and heal, but a chance meeting with sorcerers and being thrown together with Preston changes everything. Love may be possible if only Luna can open her heart and change Preston’s mind.




Copyright ©2024 Megan Slayer


Back to the old homestead. Lulu snorted and pulled onto the dirt road leading to the witch enclave. She wasn’t a witch herself. Hell, she wasn’t even sure what she was -- the daughter of a witch and an elf. Did that make her a Wilf? An Elch? She had magic, but she wasn’t good with spells. She couldn’t bake for shit and refused to live in a tree.

She drove the mucky path passing for a street to the house she’d grown up in. When she’d left for college, she’d been so wide-eyed and excited. So ready to embrace the world.

Then Tom happened. He’d consumed her life. He made her feel things. Showed her there was more to life, but most of it wasn’t good. He needed control.

Of course, he did.

Being a sorcerer, he lived for control.

Every time she looked back on her last few years, she winced. She’d been so naive. She’d let him do all the things he’d done because she thought she loved him.

He’d never loved her.

But that didn’t matter now. She’d broken free from his control, and he’d moved on to his next victim.

She stopped in her parents’ driveway, but her thoughts clogged her mind. She’d considered his next girlfriend a victim. God. What a piece of work Tom was!

That didn’t matter. She’d come home. She’d gone back to what she knew so she could heal her heart.

She left the car and strode over to the barn. Poofs of colored smoke shot from the chimney. Her mother must be creating.

She spied the plants in the field. Her father had finally got the crops out on time. Good for him. A smile pulled at her lips. At least someone had their life going in the right direction.

She’d figure hers out soon enough.

She diverted from the barn and made her way over to the field. She breathed in the clean scent of the crops. Eerie was a hot mess at times, but it was also the place for paranormals to be themselves. It was a safe place.

She’d thought she needed a place to run away to, but not when home called. It wasn’t like she had a lost love back home. She’d never had a boyfriend when she’d been in Eerie. She hadn’t been enough of a paranormal -- not looking like an elf or witch. She’d been too normal and teased for her appearance. Being different hadn’t bothered her, though. She shook her head. She’d pulled herself up and grown. She wasn’t the same girl who’d left town.

“You made it.” Daff, her father, bounded up to her. “Got a lot to move in?”

“I’m not moving in, Daddy.” She’d found an apartment on March Avenue, above a bakery. Sue her for liking the smells.

“I didn’t think you would be, but I cleaned up the second floor just in case.” He wiped his hands on a towel hanging from his pocket. “What are you planning to do?”

“I’m living in the Towers. Fourth floor. I’ll get the keys this evening. It’s furnished so I don’t have to move anything but my clothes.” She’d worked out a deal with Marina, her second cousin, to get the last furnished unit.

“Good. I’m glad.” Her father hesitated. “Are you having a roommate?”


“Are you sure? A witch alone?” Her father shook his head. “We have room.”

“You do, but I need to do this on my own.” She hugged him. “But I appreciate the concern. I’m only a call away.”

“I know,” her father said. “Got a job yet?”

“At Linc’s.” She wasn’t sure working at a bar was smart, but it was a job.

“The bar?”

“In the restaurant. I head there next.” She stepped back. “Just wanted to see you and Mom. I can use all the anchors I can get.” She needed them.

“You’re always welcome here.”

“I know. Is Mom around?” She hadn’t seen her and her mother tended to be the center of attention.

“She’s mixing spells with Grinella.”

She should’ve guessed. “She spends a lot of time there with her.”

“She does.”

Sadness tinged his voice and she hesitated. “To the exclusion of you?”

“A bit.”

“Daddy.” She wasn’t sure what to do to help him.

“She needs to find herself, so I’m letting her.”

“But you’re unhappy.” She would be, too.

“I am, but I’ll be here for her.”

“What do you want? For you? Not for Mom?”

He stared at her. “I never thought about it.”

“I know.” She sat beside him on the fence. “What do you want?”

“To farm. To have my animals and work the land. To feel the earth in my hands. To be loved,” he said. “All those things.”

“Then that’s what you should do. All of those things. Have you told Mom you don’t feel loved?”

“She’s never home and when she is, she’s drifting. It’s like I can’t reach her.”

“You need to try and tell her.” She hugged him. “I didn’t tell Reuben how I felt and it made life miserable. It would’ve changed so much and might have kept me from dating Tom.” Might have made her life better.

“I will.”

“You need to.” She sighed. “I’ll check on you, but I need to get to work.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be okay.” He nodded. “It’ll always be okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“I am.” He offered a sad smile. “Go. Get your life going.”

“I will.” She hesitated before heading to her car. She wanted to be there for her dad. To help him have the best. For both him and her mother. She loved them and they did love each other, but they weren’t good at communicating. Right now, they seemed pulled apart. Sort of like her situation with Reuben. He’d felt abandoned and used that feeling to walk away. He claimed he had to find his happiness. He hadn’t cared that she was confused by her own feelings and overwhelmed. He didn’t care that she wasn’t sure how to deal with stress, but he wanted what he wanted when he wanted it, and if someone argued, they were wrong. Not him.

She’d been wrong often. But she hadn’t told him how she’d felt.

She slid behind the wheel, then left the farm. Dust swirled in her wake. Gravel crunched under her tires. A sense of freedom washed over her. She was her own woman. No Tom or Reuben to stand in her way. A single lady. And it was time she found her own happy.

Not at a bar, but that was a job. She drove across Eerie, passing the woods, the lake with light sparkling on the water and so peaceful. She’d never been much of a nature lover, but she appreciated the solitude and ability to get lost in the woods to center herself.

She continued to the east end of town. Most residents hated the east end because of the rough crowd that tended to frequent the area. The bars and dance halls were there. So was the bail bondsman’s office.

She parked in the lot behind the bar in the staff area. The hotel stood behind the bar and seemed to groan in the late afternoon sun. She didn’t know many of the vehicles, but she hadn’t worked there yet. She hadn’t met the gang. Being hired the day before made knowing people difficult. She left her car and locked it, then ventured into the building.

“Hi.” A blond man with a dirty T-shirt stood by the kitchen sink. “First day?”

“It is.” She recognized the man. The satyr. She thought his name was Stav. Or something like that. “You’re here today?” She’d been warned against him.

“Always.” He grinned and dried his hands. “My brother owns the bar. I’m sure Lance hired you.”

“He did.” The easy conversation reassured her. “He mentioned his baby brother.”

“Good or bad?” A wicked glimmer filled his eyes.

“A little bit of both.”

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.


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Saturday, February 10, 2024

Everybody Loves Polar Bears by LoLo Paige #romance #giveaway


 Book 1 of the Polar Paired Series


Romance Enemies to Lovers

Date Published: December 19, 2023

Publisher: Avoca Press



Expect the unexpected when it comes to love under the Aurora skies.


In the frosty mayhem of the Alaskan film set for Everybody Loves Polar Bears, accident-prone Macy Applegate catapults herself into a hilarious array of mishaps better suited for a blooper reel. As Macy dreams of stardom, she reluctantly works with Nick Westwood, the grumpiest and most arrogant assistant director this side of the Arctic Circle—a man who irritates her more than a stuck zipper in a sub-zero wind chill.

Beneath Nick's stoic exterior lies a mysterious secret, and the only thing more challenging than Alaska's winter is these two trying to get along for longer than a commercial break. Macy is a walking disaster in matters of the heart, and Nick is fed up with shallow relationships. But fate has a penchant for mischief when Nick transforms from Macy’s nemesis to her off-screen hero, chipping away at the permafrost around her heart. Should she give this guy a chance or continue wishing on the magical aurora borealis for perfect love?

In this hilarious romantic comedy, where polar bears play supporting roles and love takes center stage, Macy and Nick navigate a situation as unpredictable as Macy's on-set blunders. If you swooned through The Proposal and chuckled at The Hating Game…and if you have a soft spot for polar bears…get ready for laughter in this heartwarming tale of unexpected love!

Enemies to lovers

Celebrity romance

Grumpy sunshine

Strong woman, alpha male

Forced proximity

Polar bear love

Snowbound Alaskan cabin

Northern lights

Polar plunges


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LoLo Paige is an award-winning author in both romantic comedy and romantic suspense. She’s been honored with several awards, including an RWA chapter award for her romantic comedy, Hello Spain, Goodbye Heart. Irish Thunder and Everybody Loves Polar Bears are her recent rom-coms published in 2024. Her romantic suspense books have topped Amazon bestseller lists in the U.S., Canada, and Australia, and Publishers Weekly has featured her books in their Booklife section. Her second book, Alaska Inferno, was a finalist for best indie romance in the 2022 Kindle Book Review Awards.

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Thursday, February 8, 2024

The Legend of Rachel Petersen by J.T. Baroni #Supernatural #Fiction


Date Published: 06-10-2023

Publisher: Sky Publishing


Outraged when The Post Gazette overlooks him for a promotion, 43-year-old Sportswriter Christian Kane quits the Paper and moves to the country to write fiction. Inspiration flows from a grave he stumbles upon in the woods. He pens The Legend of Rachel Petersen, a fascinating story revolving around the dead twelve-year-old girl who was laid to rest beneath the weathered tombstone in 1863. His book climbs the Best Seller lists; then Hollywood adapts it into a blockbuster movie. Kane becomes rich and famous; but then! Does an enraged Rachel become more than a figment of the writer’s imagination and rise from her grave, seeking revenge on him for slandering her name?



(J.T. Baroni, pictured with the tombstone that inspired the story)

Living in Western Pennsylvania all my life, I’ve been an avid Whitetail hunter since old enough to tote a rifle, which is also about as long as I’ve had a fondness for word games and literature.

While hunting one year, I actually did stumble upon a weathered tombstone in the middle of the woods.

While waiting patiently for that big buck to cross my path, I had plenty of time to ponder the dead girl's fate, which I was then driven to write.

Eerily enough, this is the premise of The Legend of Rachel Petersen, my first novel published in 2012, which I recently revised.

A newly retired transformer repairman, I refer to Johnstown, Pennsylvania, a small town outside of Pittsburgh, as home.

My wife Becky and I share our abode with two retrievers - Piper, and Remmy.


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