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Author Interview Jay Got Married

Author Interview

       1.How long have you been writing?

I have been writing seriously since 1995 or almost 30 years. I know that might seem like a long time but I struggled with my first book. The final copy didn’t come out until 2012. I’m working on my 7th book so they’ve come a lot faster since then.

  1. Can you tell us a little about your book?

My sixth book Jay Got Married, is a book of 9 humorous essays consisting of various subjects. The book revolves around one essay which carries the title of the book and centers around modern marriage and, in particular, what would happen if my wife of 43 years would suddenly pass away. Although the content sounds serious, it is handled in a very humorous manner with clipart to bring out the points. Other topics discussed are celebrity and George Orwell’s book, 1984. The book is very different and I think a lot of people will really enjoy it.

  1. What did you find most challenging about the book?

I find putting together the subject matter to fit the topic to be the toughest part. And getting the essay to flow properly.

Which aspect of writing do you enjoy the most?

First drafts or beginning drafts are the pits. Sometimes I want to abandon the project because the initial drafts are so awful. But once I get going, the humor gets flowing, and I can add the art, I begin to really enjoy the project. When I begin to chuckle at my own jokes, I’m really having fun.

  1. Are you working on another book at the moment?

I’m just starting a sequel to my first book, Fighting the Effects of Gravity: One Man’s Journey Into Middle Life. The sequel is tentatively titled, Old Age Sucks. I was just starting to feel the effects of Middle age while writing the first book but now at age 67, old age is now taking over.

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Yes, apparently, violence is okay. But strangely enough, foul language in films is still a bit of a problem. Many movies are weighted down with an R for that reason—primarily the ever-popular F-word. Those 100 that I counted in the first half of a mob movie are extremely rude.

Westerns use the F-bomb. You even hear it in romantic comedies. It has a guttural, nasty ring to it. It just sounds ugly, as it comes off the tongue. That’s why many of us use it in our everyday speech. That’s why scriptwriters use it so much in gritty films. It doesn’t make for a better movie, but they think it promotes realism. I use it occasionally, but only to make a point.

Recently, I watched Airport, made in 1970, on cable. There were no F-bombs used for emphasis, and I enjoyed the movie just fine. Yes, I know, I’m getting old, but watch a “clean” classic movie like The Way We Were, and you’ll see what I mean. F-word free is to movies as gluten free is to food. Airport did move at a snail’s pace until the end, when a bomb smuggled on the plane in an attaché case by one of the passengers (Yeah, I know, that’s laughable.) was detonated. And the technology was so ancient that it was funny to watch.

Martin Scorsese apparently figures that any group of men who kill and cut each other up must use the F-word plentifully. But he has never really lived for any particularly extended period of time with a mob. He might discover that their verbal skills are quite different than he portrays.

“Hey, Scorsese,” they might say. “Why do you use all of those F-bombs in your movies? It’s an ugly word. We don’t use it.”

Sex is a whole other matter. I’ve seen some sex scenes on Cinemax After Dark that I would describe as porn. Beyond NC-17. They should’ve been rated X, if we were still using it. Too intense for regular movies. (Of course, I only watched them for research purposes.)

The trickle-down censors who control the TNT crowd are adamant about this.

“We don’t care about you adults,” they say. “We know you’re pigs. But we owe it to the innocent children to save them from this puke. If you allow them in the room while you’re watching HBO or that Cinema After Dark crap, well, shame on you! But we run a pretty tight ship. Sure, we may allow a goddammit or two. But the F-word is simply forbidden.”

Indeed, goddammit has been given the green light by just about every TV channel. The extreme moral right has a cause with this issue but doesn’t seem to care. The once taboo four-letter word shit is slipping into the mix in some circles. I heard a lot of shits in a movie on FX recently. DiCaprio’s Wolf of Wall Street had very few goddamns, and all the naughty F-words were removed, but every other invective was left in. I can’t list them here. All naked breasts were shadowed out.

I watched a Kevin Hart concert on Comedy Central in which all of Kevin’s F-bombs (and there were many) were nixed, but the shits were flowing profusely, and goddammits were running like water. Kevin uses the word goddammit like you or I would say golly or gee whiz.

Kevin might be setting himself up for a rude awakening. I can see him standing before St. Peter (if that’s indeed who waits at Heaven’s gate).

He says, “Kevin, you’ve used the Lord’s name in vain an awful lot in the process of performing His work—making people laugh. He’s very disappointed. He can forgive the rest of your colorful language, but your blasphemy is troubling.”

 

About the Book

Title: Jay Got Married

Author: James Robinson Jr.

Genre: Non-Fiction Humor

Jay Got Married consists of 9 humorous and, at times, poignant essays chronicling the ironies of everyday life in word and picture. Take for example the lead essay, aptly titled, “Jay got Married,” where I find myself mired in a horrendous dream.

In the fantasy, my aging father–dressed in his favorite Champion t-shirt with stains covering the front–marries my wife and I like he did 42 years ago but, this time around, the my 92-year-old ex-clergy dad forgets his lines causing me to coach him through the event with hints like: “ask for the rings, ask for the rings.” All the while, my best man sings Sonny and Cher’s, “I Got You Babe.”

Finally married, my wife and I end the ceremony with a kiss. But as I turn to exit, my eyes catch a glimpse of the bridesmaid who is no longer my wife’s best friend but now Gal Gadot from Dell Comics and Wonder Woman Fame. She is dressed in full Wonder Women regalia and looks totally shocked by the whole affair.

My mother turns to my father (now in the audience) with a quizzical look and says, “Dad, look at that bridesmaid. Isn’t that Superman?” She doesn’t get out much.

As we exit the church, and the bubbles fill the air–no one uses rice anymore—my wife ignores the limo and takes off on a sleek motorcycle, leaving me in the lurch—hence the cover.

Sure, it’s sounds crazy. But, in truth, isn’t the world of marriage crazy these days? In my case, what would one do when faced with the prospect of losing their beloved wife after 42 years? At age 67, would they remarry? Would they even want to remarry? These and other marital tidbits are discussed with humor and as much reverence as I could muster.

P.S. The author pairs up with Wonder Woman again in a final bit of photo wizardry Why? How? How are tricky copyright infringement laws avoided? Read Jay Got Married and find out.

 

 

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Book Excerpt Miranda Bay

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From a sunny beginning it ended a raw day with a blast of winter swooping up the island. Heavy smudged clouds threatening a drenching pressed down on the bay. Only after hours of madness did the wind drop leaving the sky clean, a tangled web of fresh stars naked in winter blackness. Waves had scoured the beach depositing driftwood high on the once sleek shore.
Winter was for seagulls and seals.
Miranda spent the day doodling in her new Reception office. She was trying to decide on a name. Miranda Bay Motel sounded dingy. She wanted signage that would impart a fun holiday experience along with an efficiently run business.
The new sign was duly delivered.
Neville spent a day erecting it. MIRANDA BAY Beach Resort.
Pansy read the sign out loud.
“Try to pronounce it like its font, Pansy,” Miranda laughed. “It’s not Copperplate Gothic.”
With modest building renovations progressing, Miranda considered furnishing options being drawn toward a timeless texture of wool, leather, fur and stone. She wanted the effect of warmth and relaxation, not that she could afford real. But Trade Aid sold vases from Africa, and their faux-fur throws would be cozy. And ethnic wall hangings.
She was full of enthusiasm. And Chianti.

About the Book

Title: Miranda Bay

Author: Susan Tarr

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Miranda, a strong-minded and lovable young woman, splurges her inheritance on the old Miranda Bay Sanatorium in the sub-tropical Bay of Islands, New Zealand, simply because it bears her name. She knows little about running a business and depends heavily on loyal cousin Pansy’s expertise.

In her frantic drive for success Miranda hires a local character to get cracking on the property. Hamilton, her lascivious financial advisor, seizes the opportunity to undermine her. But now with paying guests expected, she must make some serious decisions.

So the guests trickle in – hardly the sophisticates Miranda has envisaged.

At the brink of despair, she experiences deepening depression and manic behavior. She contrives an outlandish economic solution to the problem. What follow is intrigue and terror, and an emotional and tender unfolding of events in the face of financial ruin.

“Witty and wicked, scandalous and scary, this is a story to make you laugh and cry.”

 

 

Author Bio

Susan Tarr has been writing for 25 years, drawing on her international travels, work within the NZ tourism industry, and her work in various psychiatric hospitals within New Zealand.

She lived in Kenya, East Africa, for some years where she began her family.
Although she writes from personal experience, she also uses anecdotal information from conversations and other peoples’ stories, resulting in her characters taking on a life of their own and becoming larger than life. She enjoys a wide variety of personalities.

Susan says, “As I write their stories, my characters will often lead me to places I couldn’t imagine. So I relax and let them form as they will. I am passionate about my writing and I usually have three books on the go at any one time.”

 

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Book Excerpt and Book Review Her Russian Fixer

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In this suspenseful, sizzling contemporary romance, Benedikt Volkov, a member of the Russian Maffia, rescues Lucy from a gang of street tugs.  Lucy turns out to be everything Ben isn’t… Although they might have more in common than they think. At first, Lucy is reluctant to trust Ben since he looks and seems pretty dangerous… But the more she gets to know him and he gets to know her, the more Ben starts to realize he would be willing to risk everything for this girl…

The story was so engaging it kept me reading from start to end! What a sizzling, hot romance.

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She swallowed hard, the tiny movement drawing his attention to the softness of her skin and the pale column of her throat. He could see the tiny, rapid pulse beating at the base of her neck and battled the insane urge to dip his head down and run his tongue over the sensitive spot.

Lucy gave a slight nod, her eyes wide and her breath held.

Lips compressed, he cursed under his breath and backed away to the opposite side of the elevator. Fuck. This whole attraction he had for her was getting way too far out of hand. It was starting to mess with his concentration and his work. That was completely unacceptable. It was completely wrong on so many levels.

Yet, the tightness in his body and the blood now rushing to his cock said otherwise.

Ding!

The elevator jerked to a halt and the doors slid open and Ben hurried out into the hallway like he had a lit Molotov cocktail shoved up his ass. He didn’t even check to see if Lucy followed. Right now he needed to get his head on straight and his libido under control. Right now, his family was depending on him as never before to get this mission done and recover that money. And family came first. Always.

 

About the Book

Title: Her Russian Fixer (Volkov Brothers Book One)

Author: Leslie North

Genre: Contemporary Romance

The line between right and wrong blurs when a ruthless Russian becomes her dark protector.

Benedikt Volkov grew up in Chicago, but his family’s ties to the Russian Mafia run deep. So when his godfather, Pyotr Mishin, steals millions from the Bratva, it’s up to Ben to find him or his family will be forced to pay back the money. However, his careful plans are quickly complicated when an impulsive brunette forces him to become her unlikely hero. Ben hates surprises, and uncontrollable Lucy with her luscious red lips is a distraction that could get them all killed. But with an unexpected connection to his godfather, she may be the key to securing his family’s future.

Lucy Paprocki may be reckless and disorganized, but she finds a new focus when her world is turned upside down. She’s determined to find her real father, Pyotr Mishin—a man she didn’t know existed until recently—and Ben Volkov may be her best chance. One look at his tattooed skin, muscled bulk, and penetrating stare, and Lucy knows Ben is Bratva. The mafia man may be hugely intimidating and wound tighter than a string, but Lucy will have to trust him if she wants to discover the truth about where she comes from.

With danger lurking behind every door, passion quickly ignites between impulsive Lucy and methodical Ben. They may just be using one another to get what they want, but what if all they really need is each other?

 

Author Bio

Leslie North is the pen name for a critically-acclaimed author of women’s contemporary romance and fiction. The anonymity gives her the perfect opportunity to paint with her full artistic palette, especially in the romance and erotic fantasy genres.

The truth of the matter is she loves her fictional persona, Leslie North, more than her normal, day-to-day persona! Her bestselling books focus on strong characters and particularly women who aren’t afraid to challenge an alpha male. Inspired after years of travel, her stories are set all over the world, from the tough streets of Russia to the beautiful beaches of the middle east.

Leslie fell in love with romance when she first picked up a scrappy, dog-eared romance book from her local library. She began writing soon after and the rest, as they say, was history. She now lives in a cozy cottage on the British coast and enjoys taking long walks with her two Dalmatians, George and Fergie.

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Book Excerpt Feathered: Swan Maiden Book 1

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I move to sit up but my limbs feel off-kilter. Since waking, I’ve known something is wrong with me. I don’t know what, but something’s happened to my body. It takes me a few minutes to work up the courage to look down, and when I finally do, I’m greeted with a shock that nearly kills me for the second time today.

I scream. I want to run. But it’s hard to escape when the only thing you’re running from is yourself.

In place of my arms, white, feathered appendages stretch out to my sides: wings. And where my feet once were, orange flaps of rubbery skin now take their place. I appear to be some kind of . . .

“Ah, Princess. I see you are awake.”

My eyes—feeling strangely out of proportion on my new face—narrow at the familiar voice. Only one person I know uses that nickname.

“Elward,” I say. Well, that’s what I mean to say, but what comes out is more of an angry honk. “I should’ve known you’d be behind this.” I still have little control over my new body, but manage to turn my head towards the man in the velvet waistcoat. His face is twisted into the same smug smile he gave me at the guillotine. He understands my animalistic noises just fine.

“Behind what?” He raises a straight black eyebrow. “I believe I have just saved your life, Princess.”

“By doing what?” I squawk back. “Turning me into some sort of . . . duck?”

Elward rubs at the stubble on his chin—a gesture I’ve always despised. I wish he wasn’t so young—then I might hate him a little less. As it is, our proximity in age only heightens my dislike for him. To think I might have anything in common with the sorcerer is enough to make me want to retch.

“The term, my dear, is swan. There is a big difference. I transferred your soul into its body. I found it dying on the bank. Some sort of heart disease, I think. Be thankful it wasn’t a skunk I saw first.”

“You turned me into a swan?” I blink. “A dying swan?”

If I still had hands, they would be clawing through my hair by now. Well, feathers. Curses, has my whole identity been stripped from me?

 

 

About the Book

Title: Feathered: Swan Maiden – Book 1

Author: Rachel Wollaston

Genre: Fantasy

The light and the dark were never meant to be separated.

When her bargain with a malevolent wizard goes terribly wrong, Marion DuVal finds herself trapped between two forms: a beautiful but darker parallel of herself, and a swan. Somehow, she must adhere to the wizard’s wishes, but it’s hard to perform epic magic when your feet are flippers and your neck’s the length of a small fishing pole. Caught up in a lie of royal proportions, her task is to get close to the queen, and such a thing is difficult when a certain handsome prince keeps getting in the way.

One girl; two identities. Marion must stop the darkness inside her before it’s too late.

Based on the classic tale of Swan Lake.

 

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Born and bred in Gloucestershire, UK, Rachel Wollaston is a huge lover of all things fantasy. From an early age, her dream was to be a fairy, but the pay was no good, so she decided to become a writer instead. A Creative Writing student, Rachel is the author of young-adult fantasy and loves to build worlds that she wishes she could be a part of.

Besides writing, Rachel also enjoys a range of other artistic hobbies, including dancing, drawing, and an unhealthy amount of arts and crafts. You will almost always find her with a cup of tea and a cat watching old ‘70s comedies.

 

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Book Excerpt Seven Threads

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Life is a Rummage Sale

Part 1 – Feeling is believing

 

The only sounds piercing his ears were heavy raindrops pounding the concrete slabs around him. The occasional engine hummed by without a care while he sat and closed his eyes. It was dark. The only light he saw was from the vehicle headlights that passed him by.

 

To his left was a cart of belongings, if you could call them belongings at all. To his right, an old dog with only an umbrella for comfort. He sat with his bum on the unforgiving slab, his knees and feet drawn close to his chest. This was his only method of staying warm while the rain poured from the sky.

 

The shirt he wore was at least long-sleeved, but his clothes were not thick enough to withstand the temperatures outside. They would have to do, though, as anything else he could wear was either torn or short-sleeved. His boots were fairly new; he’d stolen them from a street vendor a few weeks ago. It was either that or go barefoot again.

 

His cart was the building block of a cardboard box that fit as his home. It wasn’t much of anything, really, but at least it covered all three sides. The opening allowed him a view of what was coming his way, whereas a fully enclosed box would have completely isolated him from the world. The cart held it in place by applying pressure to the side. Otherwise, the box would fall over, limp and useless.

 

This was his life. It hadn’t always been this way. There was once a time when he was prosperous and well-known in his community. He had a house, a family, a job he loved, and of course a younger and healthier looking dog by his side; life was good. It’s interesting, though, how small turns of events can change the course of one’s life, blinding you with every turn until you finally see where you are and wonder how you ended up here.

 

Now, this concrete slab was home. Tired and alone, he looked over at his dog who was laying down, trying to sleep. He wished he was like his dog: somewhat carefree, his only concerns being where to get his next meal and obeying his master. That would be so much easier to deal with. He reached over and stroked the wet dog on the head, scratching behind his ear. The dog lay motionless but opened its mouth as a sign of enjoyment.

 

About the Book

Title: Seven Threads

Author: Jason Atkinson

Genre: Short Story Collection

Seven Threads is a book of 7 short stories full of twists and turns. A girl on the run, a man accused of murder, a homeless man who finds his way, and much more. While each story is unique, they all offer the same human compassion that is sometimes lacking in today’s world. The reader is sure to find each story a page turner full of emotions, and left wanting more!

 

Author Bio

Jason Atkinson is a 32 year old, married man with one adorable toddler. With Seven Threads being his third book, he certainly enjoys writing and also spending time getting to know new people.

 

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Book Excerpt City of Ghosts

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It was easier than I thought.

All I had to do was bide my time in one of the less popular temples, crouching behind a weird-ass statue while the guides checked for stragglers. Thankfully, they didn’t do a thorough search, just popped their bobbed heads in and glanced around before returning to their cozy cruise ships.

Guess I couldn’t blame them. It seemed like it was always pissing down rain in this part of the country—at least, it had been since we’d been here—and even though it was mid-September, it was freaking cold.

As I stepped over the temple’s sacred threshold and hurried to the place I’d chosen to camp for the night, I grinned, unable to resist pumping my fist in the air. I’d done it. What would the group say when they realized I wasn’t on the ship?

Only the terminally stupid got left behind on a tour, so they’d probably figure I was hung over again, and in that, they’d be partially right. It takes skill to get a decent buzz on the watery crap they call beer in China, which is why I switched to the rice wine. Doesn’t take much to feel it, but you pay for it the following day.

It was only six o’clock, but the sun was already setting. Flipping up the hood of my jacket against the drizzling rain, I whistled to keep myself company, careful not to slip on the wet path. The place where I’d decided to spend the night was perfect. Even though it had fallen into ruin, this particular temple still had a bit of roof left, so I’d be able to get dry. Since it was open to the air, I wouldn’t have to worry about my campfire burning it down. There was enough junk in there to keep a decent fire going—not that I was worried.

It wasn’t like I believed in ghosts.

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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.

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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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