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Book Excerpt The Girl Who Talks to Ghosts

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The woman was hysterical, sobbing so much I couldn’t understand her. As I pressed my cell harder against my ear, the wind sprouted claws and slashed at my meager sweater until I shivered. Phone calls used to be rare, but I’d been getting more and more since Jackson and I had gone public with what had happened to us in China. Now everyone in Vermont seemed to know my name, and they all needed help.

“Hello? This is Kate, please talk to me.”

The crying increased in volume, blistering my ears. I would have hung up if not for the wind. Its power intensified, churning the dead leaves and other debris from the sidewalk around my feet. There was something strange about its sudden force, which drove me against the brick facing of Hildy’s Fine China & Sundries. (Hildy’d had an ampersand before it was trendy.)

“Hello?” The single word contained the edge of my fear. Both my voice and hands were shaking. Something did not want me to talk to this woman. Something did not want me to help her. I’d taken hundreds of similar calls over the past few years, but had never felt anything like this. “Please say something. I’m afraid we’re going to lose our connection.”

Clutching at my sweater to keep it from being blown away, I ducked my head, shielding my face as my hair whipped around in a furious tangle. I huddled against Hildy’s shop, wondering if I should go in, but the older woman wouldn’t be impressed to see me on my phone. Her establishment was a temple, a library. The loyal customers who kept her in business spoke in whispers and walked on tiptoes. By bursting in like this and continuing my shouted, one-sided conversation, I’d have become the proverbial bull. Not good.

“Miss Carlsson? Kate Carlsson?” The woman had regained her composure enough to gasp my name. The grip around my heart tightened, even though I’d known all along the call was meant for me.

“Yes, speaking. What’s wrong?” There was no point wasting time with idle chitchat. Obviously something was wrong—very wrong. Another gust of wind knocked my skull against the side of the building and pain jolted through my brain.

The caller was silent for so long I ordinarily would have assumed she’d hung up, lost her nerve. It happened. It wasn’t easy for people to admit they needed my help. It was a leap of faith, a willingness to open their minds to the possibility that something they’d spent their entire lives denying could be real after all.

But the wind told me otherwise. I waited for her to speak again, raising one arm between my face and the building to protect my head. The chill had seeped into my bones, and what I wanted more than anything was to run home and immerse myself in a steaming hot bath while I drank a cup of the pumpkin spice tea I’d just purchased. I didn’t want to talk to this woman. I didn’t want to hear about what terrible things were happening at her home, for surely terrible things were happening. But I’d learned long ago that my gift was bigger than me, and if this woman needed it, I wasn’t going to turn away from her.

Finally she spoke. I could barely hear her over the gale, which shrieked like a tortured soul. “My mother is attacking my child.” Her voice trembled with fresh tears. “I can’t believe it, haven’t wanted to believe it, but it’s true. I’ve seen it.”

“Is your mother dead, Mrs…”

“Walkins. My name is Walkins. Yes, she died last year. But she was such a good woman. She loved Lily. I can’t believe she would do these things. Why would she do these things?”

I could feel curious eyes burning into me, watching me struggle to stay on my feet. Pushing my hair away from my face, I risked a glimpse and was immediately sorry I had. The leaves around my feet had arranged themselves in the form of a girl, a girl not much shorter than me. As I stared, my pulse throbbing behind my temples, the terrifying apparition raised a rustling arm toward me before collapsing onto the sidewalk.

“Whatever is hurting Lily isn’t your mother, Mrs. Walkins. What’s your address? I’ll be right there.”

About the Books

City of Ghosts

On the day the villagers were forced to flee Hensu, not everyone got out alive.

Jackson Stone is touring the abandoned Chinese city when he slips away from the group to spend the night, determined to publish an account of his ghostly experiences there.

Then he meets Yuèhai, a strange, soft-spoken woman who can tell him the city’s secrets—secrets the Chinese government would kill to keep hidden.

As Jackson uncovers the truth about Yuèhai and the ghost city, he’s drawn into a web of conspiracy, betrayal, and murder. He must risk everything to save himself and bring honor back to Yuèhai and her family.

 

 

The Girl Who Talks to Ghosts

Would you risk everything to save a stranger?

 Off the coast of Venice lurks Poveglia, the world’s most haunted isle, steeped in centuries of innocent blood. A deranged doctor who took great joy in torturing his patients in life continues to rule his abandoned asylum after death.

Few go to Poveglia willingly, but medium Kate Carlsson has no choice. It’s her job.

While struggling to retrieve a young girl’s soul, Kate uncovers some shocking truths about the evil on the island that challenges her own convictions and morals—and even her life.

Is saving Lily worth making a deal with the infamous Doctor of Death, or is the price too high to pay?

 

 

Author Bio

J.H. Moncrieff’s work has been described as early Gillian Flynn with a little Ray Bradbury and Stephen King thrown in for good measure.

She won Harlequin’s search for the next Gillian Flynn in 2016.

Her first published novella, The Bear Who Wouldn’t Leave, was featured in Samhain’s Childhood Fears collection and stayed on its horror bestsellers list for over a year.

When not writing, she loves exploring the world’s most haunted places, advocating for animal rights, and summoning her inner ninja in muay thai class.

To get free eBooks and a new spooky story every week, go to http://bit.ly/MoncrieffLibrary .

 

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Book Excerpt Dreamwalkers

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“Hi, I’m Narciso and I walk in other people’s dreams,” is what I would say if there was some sort of support group for people like me. There isn’t.

Yip, I always know when I’m dreaming. Never need to pinch myself. I know, because my dreams are real. And true. But the weird thing is, they aren’t mine. And the dream I’m entering now isn’t an exception.

I open my eyes, knowing from experience what will be in front of me. Running far beyond the horizon like an endless stretched taffy, is a hall. White. So white that it blinds me and my eyes have to adjust before I can fully open them. The world runs past me and then back again and it feels as if the ground beneath my feet, as white as the walls, is breathing. Like it wants to push me forward. But I stand still for the moment, regaining my world, stitching it back together. When it finally settles, I adhere to the floor’s desire.

Like, okay already!

I walk forward as the hall consumes me like a thick fog.

Then I stop. I know I have to. I turn to the wall. From the whiteness of it, something starts to shimmer into existence. Like a mirage forcing its way into reality. The mirage starts to take a shape. A door. Black, as smooth as darkness itself. A knob, golden, gleaming in the whiteness of the hall, like an inviting smile. My body moves towards it, followed by a slow hand as its smile seems to grow wider. It’s cold.  It burns my palm. I hear a click, feel it run up my arm. And then a latching sound as it echoes past me and into the never ending, ever stretching hallway until it moves with it over the horizon.

I push. It opens.

About the Book

Title: Dreamwalkers

Author: Tiaan Lubbe

Genre: YA Fantasy / Adventure

“You walk the bridges between two worlds, between reality and dreams, Ciso.”

“You are a Dreamwalker”

Narciso di Angelo, a sixteen-year-old boy, living on the streets of Rome thinks he is the only one that can walk in other’s dreams.

He’s not.

When a mysterious and dark woman makes her appearance in one of his dreamwalks, he is rescued from her clutches by Project Somnus, a secret underground United Nations organisation, that recruits and trains children with his gifts, using them to fight against and prevent worldwide terrorist threats.

Here Narciso learns more of his abilities and where they come from as well as what it means to be part of a family and a home.

But, as the threat of the mysterious woman and the terrorist organisation Tantibus increases, he also learns what it is like to lose this.

“In dreams we live. In reality we dream.”

 

Author Bio

Tiaan Lubbe lives in Pretoria, South Africa where he spends his time teaching little monsters, directing
plays, doing what he calls writing and dreaming up the future. Mostly all at once.

 

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Book Excerpt Drakon Book Series

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Drakon Book II: Uncarved  BOOK EXCERPT 1 FROM CHAPTER “STAKE AND LARD”

 

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I have a strong preference of stopping this Story here. I did so, the first and the second winter we came upon the events of that night. But Eusebius would always ask me every time that we’d reach that point: “But, what happened to Olian and Alian?”

The monks of the Cross have a craving for such tales of torture and death. They blend well with their delusions of divine salvation of the weak and the innocent. “I’ll tell you, Eusebius. It’s not hard to bring back the images. The sounds…well, that’s much tougher.” But the ink is silent, and we are thankful for it.

 

The four of Keral’s warriors who had been captured alive were impaled outside of the new Khun’s temporary tent. And so was Olian the Uncarved boy. Their screams, the stink of shit, mixed with the lard slathered on the sharp, long stakes and the blood coming out of their assholes, reminded us for the three days it took them to die that we had a new Khun.

I found Alian looking up at the screaming stakes and the trembling faces of unending pain on the second morning.

“He still doesn’t die,” he said, staring at Olian, who would only mumble, pleading for death with the last of his strength.

“No, you see, they don’t pierce the guts, the pointy wood just passes next to the spine and out the shoulder. Skewered. It will take another couple of days.”

“Damn! Stupid choice,” he said looking straight at his brother’s body faintly twitching on the stake.

“Let’s go, Alian, you don’t have to see and hear this anymore. He was your brother.”

“He still is. One of my brothers. So are you.”

Alian had already turned his back on the identical twin whom he had just called stupid for the last time.

About the Books

Book I “The Sieve” is Book I of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“I am here to redeem the lives of my wife and daughter. I’ve brought the offering.” Da-Ren, an infidel barbarian, arrives at the Castlemonastery, his only offering a jar of honey.   Baagh, the Cross Sorcerer, follows him there under orders of the Emperor, demanding from the monks to transcribe the warrior’s story. Book I chronicles Da-Ren’s early years, growing up in a tribe of archer riders and pagan witches, camped north of the Blackvein River.  He enters the Sieve, the forty-day initiation trial that determines the fate of every boy and girl. Many of his comrades will fall, the strong will join the warriors, and an elite few will be marked for leadership. Da-Ren learns to endure the elements, to obey the Truths, to keep standing when all hope is lost. He swallows the legends of the OunaMa witches, learns to hate all other tribes, and conquers fear.  And yet there is one trial that will bring him to his knees. The Goddess’s favorite daughter. “Brown-haired, brown-eyed. Brown was the first color of the day.” The journey begins for the man who will become the First Blade of the Devil.  A brutal, poetic, first-person narrative of war, death, and love.   Book II

 

“Uncarved” is Book II of the epic fantasy novel Drakon.

“How do the Uncarved die? They bleed to death. Always.” Fourteen-winter-old Da-Ren joins the Uncarved, the chosen few destined to lead the Tribe. More than forty children train and compete for the next five springs; only one will become Khun and fulfill the Tribe’s destiny.  Da-Ren’s ambition and strength will keep him alive but can he overcome his most powerful and cunning adversary, the one favored by witches and men? The Goddess and the Ouna-Mas will try to nest in his heart, but is he prepared for the one woman he is brought up to hate? As war and hunger strangle the Tribe, the stakes of love, duty, and betrayal are higher than ever. A young man’s first kill. A young man’s first kiss. A coming-of-age tale with non-stop action.

 

 

Author Bio

C.A. Caskabel started writing Drakon in 2013 and completed the 350,000-word epic series in 2016. He plans to release the books gradually in 2016 and 2017 while he researches and writes his next series. He also works with a passionate small team that publishes primarily children’s fiction and fantasy fiction.
Prior to 2013, Chris was a serial technology entrepreneur. He has founded and led a number of start-ups in businesses such as digital marketing and renewable energy. He has led creative departments, marketing, and software product organizations in New York, San Francisco, London, and Athens.
He holds a BSc and a BA from Brown University and a PhD in Engineering from Boston University.

 

 

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Book Excerpt Domme Experience

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Sam pointed:  It was a cute little power boat.  He helped me onto it, and we checked out the small cabin.  Then, he held my shoulders and kissed me; but it was a quick kiss and he was frowning.  “It’s not going to work.”  I stared at him, and finally shrugged my shoulders.

 

“I wanted us to be on the water today … to help you relax.  And I thought about kayaking, as it would give us some exercise … but we just couldn’t get very far.”

 

I shrugged again.  I wasn’t interested in going very far, except in my relationship with Sam.

 

“So I found this place, where we could rent a small boat,” he gave me the evil smile, “with a cabin, so we can have a little fun.  And I had it all worked out:  It’s only about twelve miles by river from here to Windsor; I thought we could motor up there, have a tour of the castle, and then cruise back.

 

“But there’s a speed limit on the Thames, and two locks that we would have to go through; so it would take us at least three hours to get there.”  That wasn’t going to work – it was already after two.  “So we’ll just be able to putter around for a while, no real destination in mind.  It will be more relaxing …”

 

I hugged Sam, my Sam; the one who always strove for the best, but was willing to accept compromise.  “Puttering around sounds fine, Sam.”

 

Sam got the engine going, then we cast off the lines and motored out through the marina channel to the River Thames.  The boat’s engine did make a ‘puttering’ sound.  We made a right turn, and motored past tree-lined banks, a few boats tied up, and rows of Victorian apartments.  We continued up the river, wind blowing through my hair as I stood in the cockpit next to Sam.  It was quite overcast, now, low clouds darkening the pastoral river scene.

 

The river bent and twisted, our boat following its tortuous course.  When we saw the river forking, Sam idled the engine, and we drifted. “That’s the Shepperton Lock – how we get to the higher part of the river, and continue our cruise.  But first, let’s have some lunch!”

 

We pulled up at a dock, and Sam tied the mooring lines.  It was only a few steps up to the street, and half a block to our right:  The Minnow Pub.  We were happily surprised to see outside tables; at least they had umbrellas, in case it started to rain.

 

Thinking we would go light, Sam ordered the English cheese board with artisan bread and olives.  We took our time, enjoying the food and the local surroundings.  I was glad that we hadn’t tried to squeeze in the long trip to Windsor.

 

I was getting full, already, but Sam gave me the evil eye again, and asked the waiter for a menu.  Five minutes later, a large plate was set between us – it looked like a dessert platter.

 

I looked at Sam, “Which one should we order?”

 

He laughed, “This is the ‘House Sharer’ dessert.  It has a chocolate brownie, New York style cheesecake, a lemon tart, strawberries, and house-made Bourbon vanilla ice cream cookie sandwich.”  All I could do was shake my head.  There would definitely have to be some dieting and exercise when we got back home.

 

After our lengthy meal, we took the boat through the lock – which was an interesting experience.  Several small boats were going through with us, as we all went up several feet, then motored out to the next upstream segment of the Thames.

 

We cruised a short distance, under another bridge, and alongside a park and campground, then took the boat across the river, a little downstream, and tied up to some trees along the bank.  Although we were only about 25 miles from central London, we were in a totally secluded, forested area, only a few other small boats occasionally passing us as they went up- or down-stream.  It was a truly idyllic setting.

 

I knew what Sam wanted; fortunately, it was what I wanted, too.  As Sam set a GPS app on his phone to alarm us if the boat moved, I stepped down into the tiny cabin, and undressed.  There was only a small V-berth in the bow, but it would have to do.

 

As I lay back, my head on the tiny pillow, my legs apart and ready for Sam, I saw him smile as he stepped down into the cabin.  I had expected him to undress, but he came immediately to me, holding my hips, and lowering his head to my already-sensitive tissues.

 

My eyes closed as Sam masterfully manipulated my arousal, bringing me to the brink several times, before he sucked me into his mouth, trilling his tongue against my clit.  We were both moaning, and I couldn’t help taking Sam’s hair in my fists as I arched my back, in the throes of a massive orgasm.

 

Sam was still modulating his stimulation, as I came several times, finally having to pull him by the hair up to me – and away from my throbbing lower parts.  We kissed passionately – perhaps the most longingly ever; we’d never been apart for as long before, either.

 

“Are you getting a little excited, mister?”  I laughed, as I reached down, and held his manhood, then stroked him.  Soon enough, he was undressed, and my legs were apart again for him.

 

About the Book

Title: Domme Experience

Author: Simone Freier

Genre: Erotic Romance

Beyond    50    Shades    …    Way    Beyond!

DOMME    EXPERIENCE    is    an    intimate    exploration    of    kinks    and    fetishes    by    an    unlikely    couple,    with    thoughtful    and    philosophical    discussion    by    the    characters,    and    graphic    descriptions    of    their    erotic    adventures.
Kelly    takes    the    upper    hand    –    in    a    manner    of    speaking    –    exhibiting    her    dominant    side,    and    impressing    her    parents    and    Sam,    as    roles    are    reversed.

Her    formal    training    as    a    dominatrix    leads    to    new    and    unexpected    experiences    for    Sam.        Kelly    and    Sam    explore    new    cultures,    and    enjoy    further    adventures    with    friends,    as    their    world    travels    continue.        Kelly    demonstrates    her    technical    and    business    prowess,    and    the    company    that    she    and    Sam    founded    takes    off,    changing    their    lives    forever.        There    are    a    billion    reasons    why    they    should    be    happy.        But    they    are    unaware    that    a    storm    is    brewing    on    the    horizon.
The    Experiences    series    is    an    epic    love    story    of    erotic    relationships    and    sexual    desires.        Written    in    a    ‘literary    realism’    style,    the    series    introduces    Sam    in    the    prequel,    and    the    blossoming    of    his    intimate    relationship    with    Kelly    as    the    series    progresses.        Fantasies    and    real-world    adventures    coalesce    to    mold    a    unique    bond    between    unlikely    lovers.        Where    needs    are    mutually    satisfied    in    an    open,    creative    and    trusting    environment.        Where    physical    and    mental    boundaries    are    pushed.        Where    the    concepts    of    love    and    sex    are    never    confused,    but    sometimes    confusing.        Where    openness    is    required    and    intimacy    is    expected.        And    where    fair-is-fair,    regarding    the    punishment    of    transgressions.
Contemporary    erotic    romance:    Suitable    for    mature    readers,    aged    18+    years.    Experiences:    Book    8    is    187,000    words,    18    chapters,    621    print    pages
Acclaim    for    Simone    Freier    and    the    EXPERIENCES    series:

“Fun,    intense,    sexually    erotic”

“One    of    my    favorite    series    in    recent    memory”

“Simone    Freier    is    a    sexually    charged    and    inspired    writer”

“It    is    quite    a    tale    and    a    very    good    read    that    explores    an    intimate    topic”

“The    writing    is    well-done,    engaging,    and    erotic”

“The    characters    are    rich    &    believable,    while    the    eroticism    is    thick    &    lush”

“Freier    writes    some    incredibly    powerful    scenes”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Freier    holds    poignant    insight    into    the    complexities    of    interpersonal    communications    and    behavior”

“The    desire    crawls    out    of    the    pages    and    into    my    mind”

“The    writing    style    is    relaxed,    even    playful,    and    always    fresh”

“Steams    up    the    pages    –    very    sensual    and    erotic”

“Simone    Freier    entertains    her    readers    with    a    story    of    love,    trust,    respect    and    exploration”

“Unexpectedly    thoughtful    and    intensely    passionate”

“Simone    Freier    has    an    intoxicating    way    with    words”

“Fifty    shades    greyer    in    this    deep    look    at    sexual    explorations”

“Freier’s    attention    to    detail    in    her    books    is    awe-inspiring!”

“I    have    enjoyed    this    whole    series    and    don’t    want    it    to    end”

“Fine    writing    from    an    author    who    knows    her    genre”

“If    you    love    erotica,    then    you’ll    love    this    series”

“Definitely    a    five-star    series!”
WARNING!    This    work    contains    mature    content,    including    graphic    sexual    descriptions    and    scenes,    and    is    provided    for    adults    only.    The    Experiences    series    contains    scenes    of    psychological    and    physical    submission,    discipline,    and    medical    fetish.        The    characters    explore    various    fetishes,    which    evolve    throughout    the    series.        ALL    CHARACTERS    IN    THE    BOOK    ARE    21    YEARS    OLD    OR    OLDER,    and    all    activities    are    consensual.

 

About The Author

An adventuress and traveler, Simone is a sensual being who loves to read stories that excite her.  She takes exception to authors who promote their works as ‘dirty’, ‘filthy’, or ‘smutty’:  She believes that sex is wonderful in all of its incarnations, and doesn’t shy away from graphic descriptions of realistic sexual experiences, no matter how messy.  Her writing is mainly in the ‘literary realism’ style – i.e., it is wild (even outrageous) … but could really happen to you!  She values openness in relationships, and demonstrates this through her characters.

Prior to becoming an author, Simone was a nurse.  One of her pet peeves is reading erotica that gets simple anatomy wrong!  She is continually bewildered by women who haven’t explored their own bodies.  Another pet peeve is the mostly hung-up Victorian society prevalent in the U.S. and U.K., and she tries to do her part to change that by introducing people to new sexual and sensual experiences through her erotic writing.  The activities in Simone’s books are quite realistic, as she has participated in most of these in ‘real life’, as surreal as it may seem.

Simone is currently completing the Experiences series, which will run an estimated 1,000,000 words!  That is why she refers to it as an ‘epic’ romance, although each volume is intended to stand on its own, with a ‘happy for now’ ending.  Experiences combines literary style and philosophical discussion by the characters with graphic portrayal of sex in all of its kinks and fetishes.  You may not like all of the things Simone’s characters do … but neither do they.  Their exploration of new experiences will hopefully motivate some readers to explore their own sexuality to a greater extent.

Simone loves to hear from her readers, so feel free to contact her.   In fact, she hopes you will feel ‘free’ sexually and spiritually, as well.  Please follow her on social media and her blog.  On her website, you may interact directly with the main characters in her books, including asking them questions in order to understand their perspectives in more depth.

 

You can sign up to her mailing list to learn about new releases, and take advantage of promotions.  All readers on the mailing list will be sent an excerpt from each of her next novels, prior to publication.

You can contact Simone at sf@simonefreier.com

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Book Excerpt The Women Who Love Rome

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We have all just finished brunch when I empty the remnants on my plate into the trash. I then place everyone’s dishes into the dishwasher and wipe down the table and kitchen counters.

“You guys want to come with me to Puppy Lane to look for Doggie?” India asks us.

“I would love to,” I say to her, “but I’m already late for work.”

“I’ll go with you,” Storm says.

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office reading until my eyeballs pop out,” Rome says before heading into another room.

Storm and India are on their way out when I head upstairs to dress for work. It’s already one in the afternoon, and with so much planned for me at work, my boss would rather I come in late rather than not at all.

Dressed in my navy blue leggings, flip flops and a long white shirt, I grab my clutch purse and head out. Once I reach the outside and open my car door, I stop myself. It dawns on me that with Storm and India having gone searching for Doggie, Rome is alone in the house.

I am already a million hours late for work, but I can’t help spying on Rome before I go. This is a rare moment as Storm and India are always around.

Buzzing with curiosity and anticipation, I make a U-turn back into the house. With a smile on my face, I tip toe towards his office. His office door is open and his back is to me. He faces the window, sitting in his emperor-like chair, reading.

For two minutes, I stand in the doorway, watching him with an eye of adoration. My heart swells with a nervous elation. I’m breathing him, drinking him and consuming him. My want for this man seizes every ounce of my pride, shallowing my breath. Absorbing more of him, I massage my temples and slowly move my head from left to right. I’m wasted, wasted with lust. Then, I realize something. I’m jealous. I want him to target me the same way that he focuses on the script before him, but that’s not likely to happen.

Having enjoyed the view long enough, I am about to head out to work.

“I hear you breathing back that there, Thursday,” Rome says to me.

When I hear these words come from Rome’s mouth, I gasp and almost pee in my panties.

My breathing couldn’t possibly be that loud. Or could it?

And if so, how did he know that it was me and not anyone else?

Seeing that I have been found out, I step into his office. Rome swivels his chair around towards me. “You know stalking is illegal.”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” I say, knowing full well that is exactly what I was doing.

“What’s your term for it?” he asks me.

“I was just checking you out.”

My head must be harder than a brick because even after Rome denied me sex not more than 48 hours ago, I’m seriously considering asking him again.

Am I nuts?

Can I not take a hint or what?

I hoist myself up on the edge of his desk, cross my legs and allow my flip flops to fall to the floor. “So, what are you reading?” I ask him. My voice is innocent and light.

“A story about a personal assistant who instead of going to work, decides to stalk this movie producer.”

“I was not stalking you,” I say with a chuckle, hoping he might believe me though I know that he won’t.

“You believe what you want to believe,” Rome says, “And I’ll believe what is true.”

Rome smiles at me, and I’m bombarded with so much want that I might pass out. In this unofficial drunken state, I cannot resist the urge to be rejected one more time. “You want to go upstairs?” I ask him, my eyes glancing upwards.

“Upstairs?” he questions me as if he doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“Yeah,” I say, uncrossing my legs. “Don’t you want to take me upstairs and… put me in a coma?”

“Is that what you want?” he asks me, skeptical.

“Yeah. That’s what I want.”

At this moment, I want Rome to set his script down and escort me upstairs, but he says nothing. He strokes his chin. He is deep in thought.

“What do you think?” I ask him, hoping with everything in me that he might say yes. “Do you want to?”

“Yes, I want to,” he says easing back into this chair, “but I’m not going to.”

My mouth falls open in a frozen state.

Is he rejecting me again?

I slide off his desk, my eyes darting at him, mouth twisted. “Why do you have to be such a hard ass?” I say right before I storm out of his office.

About the Book

Title: The Women Who Love Rome

Author: London Tracy

Genre: Contemporary Romance / Women’s Fiction

Rome is a rich, successful movie producer, accustomed to having his way; Thursday is sweet, naive, and eager to please. When the two ex-lovers cross paths, it’s love at first sight all over again.

After an explosive reunion, Thursday learns that Rome now shares his home with two ladyloves and has every intention of making her his newest conquest. Together, they embark on a daring, unorthodox living arrangement that pushes the boundaries of lust, love, and the forbidden.

 

Author Bio

Avid journaler. Dog lover. People lover. Writer. Lover of children. I believe that there’s good and bad in all of us and that the people who like us choose to only focus on the good. I possess an insatiable curiosity about all things. I adore character driven movies and instrumental music that transports me to a place of nirvana. I believe that Leonardo DiCaprio is the most fascinating actor of all time. If I could write as well as he acts, I would be rich. What I love to do more than anything else is talk. The book that most reflects my personality is my novel, “The Women Who Love Rome,” which is available for free at Smashwords.com. Contact me at londontracy44@yahoo.

 

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Book Excerpt Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

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From “Jodie’s Magic Balloon”

 

There was a stand with beautiful balloons of all colors and shapes. They were on long strings and floated high in the air.

Jodie grabbed her father’s hand and pulled him right to the stand. When the man selling the balloons saw her, he winked and said, “I have a special magic balloon just for you, Jodie.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, surprised.

“I’m a magician,” he said. “And when I made this balloon, I saw it had instructions stating that it was only to be given to a little girl named Jodie.”

“But how did you know that was me?”

“Oh,” the magician said with a smile. “That was easy. The instructions also said I would recognize her because she has the tiniest nose you ever saw and the sweetest smile. As soon as I saw you, I know you were that person.”

The man gave Jodie a very large and beautiful balloon. It had every color of the rainbow and sparkled like gold in the sunlight.

“Oh,” said Jodie. “It”s beautiful. But why is this a magic balloon?”

The magician smiled again. “When you crawl inside this wonderful balloon, it will obey everything you ask it to do. Would you like to try it?”

“Oh, yes!” Jodie cried excitedly, and she crawled inside the balloon. “It’s very comfortable in here. Now what do I do?”

“Just tell the balloon to go anywhere you like,” answered the magician with another smile.

“Please take me high into the sky, even higher than the clouds” instructed Jodie.

About the Book

Title: Grandpa Bernie’s Bedtime Stories

Author: Bernard Ditchik

Genre: Children’s Books

These delightful tales are sure to help your little ones settle down and drift contentedly off to sleep.  Written by a grandfather for his own kids and grandchildren, these eighteen entertaining stories feature lots of talking animals, including a kangaroo who teaches a pony how to jump, a little bear who wants to play baseball, a coyote who learns to fly, a magic balloon that takes a little girl all the way to Japan and back, and some resourceful ants who build a swimming pool so they can play as well as work.  It’s full of positive images and plots that inspire creative solutions to various challenges.  A lovely read-aloud adventure the whole family will enjoy!

 

Author Bio

I didn’t begin my career as an author by writing stories. First, I was a storyteller. Let me explain. Many years ago, when our children were very young, I would sit on their beds at bedtime and tell them a story. Instead of reading a story written by someone else, I preferred to make up my own story right on the spot. They were stories about animals who learned to fly, children who talked to birds, alligators who were friends with elephants, and even one about a horse that learned to jump like a kangaroo. Our children loved them. So I made up lot of stories. Then there was a long period of time when there was no one who wanted to listen to my stories because they had all grown up!

But then, something wonderful happened. We had our first grandchild—and I became Grandpa Bernie. One day, one of my daughters said, “Dad, you have so many stories. I think other children would like to hear them.” That’s when I became an author.

At the age of 93, I am still playing tennis (doubles only) five times a week in a 60+ league. I have been married 64 years to my wonderful wife, Faigie, had three children, and five grandchildren. I continue to sit in my favorite chair, with a large pad on my lap, and a pen in my hand, lean back, and let my imagination soar.

 

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Book Excerpt The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnigan

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The Lavender Line

“What’s your favorite color?”

Francesca asked Rich the all-important color question after she’d introduced herself and they’d risen from the leafy park grounds. The color question was Francesca’s favorite, along with, “Can you play?” Richard the hops-drinking vice president of something preferred, “What do you do?” or, “Where do you golf?” Sadly, this was the second-to-last time Rich would answer the color question, and so marked the beginning of the end for him. Once people stop asking you what your favorite color is, you’re done for.

Rich decided then and there his favorite color was something like her hair. “Blue,” he said. “You?”

“Red. Reminds me of my red friend, the esteemed Mr. Fox, of the Red Line.” Rich wasn’t sure who or what she meant by her red friend, the esteemed Mr. Fox, of the Red Line, but decided against any questioning on the subject. She might think it rude, or stupid—he wasn’t exactly sure what the word “esteemed” meant.

“Let’s see, blue and red, red and blue, blue and red,” Francesca thought aloud. “Mix those two, add a dash of stardust, and we have a lavender. That’s settled, tonight we’ll go for a Lavender Line ride.”

Here, Rich felt he should correct her. She could talk about esteemed foxes all she wanted, but when it came to city trains, he was the expert. His uncle was employed by the Chicago Transportation Authority in an important office job, and had educated him in all there was to know about city transportation. Rich was sure there was no Lavender Line. There were the Red, Orange, Purple, Green, Blue, Pink, and Yellow lines. Definitely no Lavender in there. Maybe she’d meant Purple.

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ftalechicago-cover-imageTitle: The Fairytale Chicago of Francesca Finnegan

Author: Steve Wiley

Genre: Fantasy

“Did you know most anything that matters in this city was built by magic before it was built by men? Of course you didn’t. This city is different from other cities. The true history of it is unpublished. Lucky for you, I know it all by heart.”

~ Francesca Finnegan

In Chicago, a secret L train runs through the mythical East Side of the city. On that train, you’ll find a house-cat conductor, an alcoholic elf, a queen of the last city farm, the most curious wind, and an exceptional girl by the name of Francesca Finnegan.

When we first encounter Richard K. Lyons, he is a man who has long forgotten the one night, when he was still a boy called Rich, when Francesca invited him aboard the secret L for an adventure though the East Side. The night was a mad epic, complete with gravity-defying first kisses, mermaid overdoses, and princess rescues. Unfortunately for Rich, the night ended like one of those elusive dreams forgotten the moment you wake. Now, Rich is all grown up and out of childish adventures, an adult whose life is on the verge of ruin. It will take the rediscovery of his exploits with Francesca, and a reacquaintance with the boy he once was, to save him.

Author Bio

Steve is a father, husband, uncle, brother, friend, and purveyor of fairy stories. He grew up in and around Chicagoland, where he still lives with his wife and two kids. He has been published in an array of strange and serious places, from the U.S. Chamber of Commerce in Washington, D.C., to Crannóg magazine in Galway, Ireland. This is his first book. He has an undergraduate degree in something he has forgotten from Illinois State University and a graduate degree in something equally forgotten from DePaul University. You can email Steve at Lavenderlinepress@gmail.com, or visit thewileymancan on Instagram.

Illustrator Bio

Chris is an artist who studied at Columbia College Chicago. He is a Chicago native and has lived here all his life. Chris’s paintings have been showcased in many local galleries and beyond. When he feels like it, he travels elsewhere to find inspiration. You can reach him at Chris.cihon@gmail.com, or visit _ccihon on Instagram.

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