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Monday, April 7, 2014

Cover Reveal - Meilin and The Challenger by Cate Masters

Meilin and The Challenger
Futuristic urban fantasy/fairy tale
73 pages
April 11, 2014 from
Musa Publishing: http://musapublishing.com/

Meilin King has never believed in fairy tales. Happy ever afters might have happened in the old days—before zombies. But this is 2089. When her father promises riches to the one who can rid their city of zombies, Meilin and her sisters rush to develop a solution that won’t bankrupt Dad.
The war overseas left Will MacGregor disillusioned, but fighting zombies at home is a cause he can embrace. Meilin’s another. Tough but sweet, she might make him believe in life again, and maybe even love, if she doesn’t kick his ass first.
When zombies kidnap her family, Meilin must rescue them. But can she and Will save them from the worst fate of all?

A click sounded beside him. Meilin propped a rifle to her shoulder and sighted her aim toward the advancing zombies. “Let’s annihilate the party crashers, sisters.”
A lopsided smile quirked his lips. “Not all the party crashers, I hope.”
Her stance steady, she glanced over. “I might spare you.”
Oh hell, I’m in love. Gunfire erupted on either side, but he couldn’t tear his focus from her. Amazing, how she braced against the kick of the rifle—her slight frame absorbed it and she fired away. Like you should be doing.
As trained, he lifted the Uzi. Stunned, he could only watch as the girls split the zombies’ heads with one shot apiece, the most efficient kill he’d ever witnessed. The zombies at the front of the charge fell first. Those in the center scattered to either side. Hell, these women didn’t need his help. If only the soldiers in his platoon had been so deadly accurate.
Better at least try to be helpful. He let the bullets fly. Too bad the walking dead couldn’t run; soon they dropped to the forest floor with the others.
The tallest blonde held a strange set of binoculars to her face. “There, two more getting away.”
Hard to sight them in the dark. He swiveled one of the dance floor spotlights in their direction. Momentarily blinded, the walking dead stopped walking. Meilin and the tall blonde aimed, and their shots cracked the zombies’ heads in two.
Meilin tapped his shoulder. “Aim the light to three o’clock. I think I see a few more.”
She stood so close, he grew woozy. Cherry blossoms. He struggled to fight off her intoxicating scent. He did as she asked, but his acute awareness centered on her. Built the way he liked, petite but powerful. She moved with purpose and grace, surety and intense focus in every action. Like the others, she felled the three zombies with one shot each, in exactly the spot needed for the final kill: their heads. Oh yeah, a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it, a force to be reckoned with.
She rested the rifle butt against her hip. “What do you think, Lakshme? More hiding out there?”
The girl with almond eyes shrugged. “Probably.”
Yeah, most likely. Better make sure. “I’ll do a sweep and check.”
The tallest blonde winced. “By yourself?”
Lakshme smirked. “Aren’t we lucky? Superman’s here.”
Meilin’s gaze swept over him. “Oh, I thought he was the Green Hornet.”
The blonde’s lip curled. “Horn dog, more like.”
What the hell was their problem? “Hey, I’m only trying to help.”
“Good thing.” Lakshme’s voice turned breathy. “We’re helpless girls, after all.”
Oh, man. Great first impression. “No, I didn’t—”
Meilin raised her rifle and shot three times in quick succession. “Three more down. Now we need to find out how many we missed.”
A no-nonsense babe. Excellent.
The tall blonde jumped to the ground. “Pull up the truck so we can dump the bodies. Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for any latecomers.” She flashed a sardonic smile and headed for the nearest carcass.
One sister disappeared into the brush. An engine roared, and a delivery truck backed into the site, halted, and the doors flew open.
Once they’d loaded the last of the zombie bodies, Will blew out a breath. The tall blonde latched the door closed. How did they all still appear ready freshly showered and ready for a night of dancing? They had this routine down, to the last detail.
“What now?” he asked.
The tall blonde poked a finger into his chest. “Now you forget everything you saw here, and we won’t have to incinerate you with the rest of them.”
Forget? He glanced at Meilin. Not happening. “You might find me useful. And I want to learn more about your operation. It’s impressive. Mr. King’s looking to hire—”
The blonde grabbed his shirt, her grimace eye level with him. “Don’t ever mention him again.”
Not speak of their father? He studied Meilin for a clue.
She wrenched the blonde’s arm. “Back off, Zoe. He’s harmless.”
Zoe shoved Meilin, who stumbled backward and lost her balance.
Landing on her butt, she looked up at Will with sadness. “Sorry.”
His heart lurched. Hopefully, not sorry she met him. “For what?”
A hard thud to the back of his head came in answer. His knees hit the dance floor, and he toppled over.

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About Cate
Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company.
Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.

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Twitter:  @CateMasters

Friday, March 21, 2014

Spring Fever with Rebecca Poole, author of Warrior Goddess in Rise of the Goddess anthology

March heralds in Spring and its air of possibilities, rebirth, and fresh dreams.

What’s your favorite thing about Spring?
I love when the flowers and trees start blooming.  I live in Georgia, and we have lovely dogwood and magnolia trees.

What’s a must-have for Spring?
Chap stick and moisturizer.  The season change over makes for some really dry skin for me, and chap stick and moisturizer are necessities. 

Spring cleaning. A must or a bust?
It’s a must for us.  I’m a pack rat and after a while, even I get tired of clutter.  We’ve actually started doing ‘Spring Cleaning’ once a month so that it isn’t so overwhelming.

Where do you like to write during the season?
I love to sit under the trees and listen to nature. 

Any fun trips planned?
Unfortunately, not right now, but soon.  Oh very soon…I’m trying to talk the husband into a trip to Disney World.  Or Washington DC.  I’d love to see the cherry trees in bloom.

The Goddess: a female deity who represents strength, love, dignity, sexuality, motherhood, wrath, peace, the elements, and so much more. She is the symbol of every woman who has ever been or will ever come to be. She comes from a myriad of places and beliefs, her image always changing, but her presence always there. In this collection of fourteen beautifully written stories and three lovely original artworks, the Goddess rises in many unique forms to remind the world of the strength and beauty that is woman and the connection she has with all things.


Stories Include:
Warrior Goddess ….. Rebecca Poole
Down came the Queen of Heaven ….. Aubrey Diamant
Bia ….. Samantha Ketteman
Carmaterdea ….. Sinead MacDughlas
Goddess of My Heart ….. Michael Cross
Her ….. Rebecca Poole
A Goddess’s Revenge ….. Catherine Stovall
Love, Lust, Beauty ….. Jackie McMahon
Hunting the Dark ….. Marion C. Lanier
Mother of Monsters ….. Andrea L. Staum
Goddess Touched ….. Elizabeth L. Lance
The Cast Iron Skillet ….. Shebat Legion
The Weaver ….. Zoe Adams
Shield of Light ….. Beth W. Patterson
Beautiful Secrets of the Sea ….. Jackie McMahon
Vanquish ….. Mariana Thorn
Falling For You ….. Cecilia Clark 
Cover design by Dave J. Ford

****All proceeds from the Rise of the Goddess anthology will go to benefit the Elliott Public Library****

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Spring Fever with Kellie Kamryn, author of Pleasure Island (with Giveaway)

March heralds in Spring and its air of possibilities, rebirth, and fresh dreams.

What’s your favorite thing about Spring?
The snow melting!! We’ve had a lot of snowfall here this year, and despite slushy roads and dirty vehicles, I love the warmer temperatures and green grass poking through the white stuff.

What’s a must-have for Spring?
A barbecue! I love breaking out the barbecue and grilling something. You can always tell around here when it’s warm enough because you can smell all the neighbours cooking!

Spring cleaning. A must or a bust?
I don’t specifically clean in the spring – unless the spirit moves me. So, it might be spring, summer, fall….

Where do you like to write during the season?
I always write at the same place – my PC. I used to try to write outside with a laptop but prefer to block off time inside and then just enjoy the outdoors – whether it’s gardening or playing with the kiddies J

Any fun trips planned?
We always plan day trips to the beach but so far, nothing for a significant block of time. That could change tho!

My newest release is Pleasure Island, available in ebook and audio.
Visit with me at my website: www.kelliekamryn.com

One lucky commenter will win a small prize pack of Kahlua chocolates and some other author swag!

Chelsea Hunter didn’t come to the resort looking for sex. Jake Davis intends to change her mind. Will they be able to turn up the heat, or will their visit to Pleasure Island leave them cold?

After finalizing her divorce, Chelsea Hunter came to the resort island of Paradise for some peace and quiet so she could figure out what her next step would be. She hadn’t expected to find herself at an exotic hotel dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. Too bad she doesn’t want sex.

Jake Davis is back in Paradise after visiting a year ago when his own marriage fell apart. This time his fantasy is to guide a woman through her sexual journey. He hadn’t counted on being paired with the only woman in Paradise who prefers privacy over pleasure! Will Jake be able to discover what Chelsea truly needs, or will their journey to Paradise remain unfulfilled?
She didn’t know what to say. The man standing before her had just announced his fantasy of seeing to her every sexual need. A dream come true or a nightmare? She hadn’t been with anyone in over a year. Panic set in. Fantasizing was one thing, but the thought of actually being naked with someone—terrifying. She liked her body, but it was far from perfect.
When she didn’t respond, he strode to the dresser. Chelsea followed and peeked inside when he opened the top drawer. Her cheeks burned with heat, but her pussy reacted with a fierce throbbing. Inside were various personal pleasure devices of all shapes and sizes. She closed the drawer with a snap, nearly catching his fingers.
He raised an eyebrow at her, and opened it again. “For when you don’t need me.”
Reacting like a cornered animal, she snapped at him again. “Well, I don’t need you, and I don’t think I’ll need those either.”
“Chelsea…”  He took hold of her shoulders and pressed his hard body into her backside, nestling his erection between her ass cheeks. Her heart rate and breathing quickened, and she gasped. Holy fuck. Her knees buckled, but he held her up. And what a nice body to be held up against. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…
His deep voice rumbled in her ear as his hands slid down her arms, his fingertips brushing against the back of her hands. “There’s nothing wrong with exploring your sexuality.”
 “I didn’t say there was.” A shiver ran through her, and her voice came out a breathy rasp. “But I didn’t come here for sex.”
“It’s yours for the taking.” His lips brushed the side of her neck, and she melted into him as he palmed her belly. God, it felt good to have a man’s hands on her even if there was a layer of fabric between them. Hot, insistent hands that knew what they were doing. The only thing she focused on was the sensation of his palms sliding up her belly to cup her breasts. She whimpered. It had been too long without a man’s touch, and she was a touchy-feely person.
“This doesn’t feel so bad, does it?”
“No, it doesn’t.” Her whispered words could barely be heard.
“If you want me to stop—all you have to say is no. My job isn’t to force you into anything. Only to give you pleasure.” His fingertips glided down her abdomen again, and made their way down to the top of her thighs, gathering up her skirt.
“B-but you don’t work here.”
He smiled against her neck. “Use your imagination, honey. I’m here to give you what you need. No strings. No commitment. Only as much satisfaction as you can handle. Why not go for it?”
One finger toyed with her clit through her underwear. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and he nipped her earlobe. “Tell me to stop now. Because I can feel your heat and I want to experience it.”
She meant to stop him, gather her wits to think clearly, but when he rubbed the heel of his hand into her mound, she groaned, wriggling back into his erection. “Don’t stop.”

Friday, March 14, 2014

Spring Fever with Chrys Fey, Author of Hurricane Crimes

March heralds in Spring and its air of possibilities, rebirth, and fresh dreams.

What’s your favorite thing about Spring?

The awakening of nature. I love to go outdoors to plant flowers in pots, and arrange boutiques (even plastic ones) in vases to brighten up my house.

What’s a must-have for Spring?

Colorful nail polishes—pinks, purples, blues, yellow. Nature is a rainbow of colors in the Spring and we can add a touch of color to our nails to mimic the beauty around us.

Spring is also about new love, which brings me to my second must—collecting a stack of new romances novels. It’s always a joy to read a sweet romance to celebrate the arrival of Spring.

Spring cleaning. A must or a bust?

A must. I develop a lot of clutter in my desk drawers and in closets, so it’s nice to go through all of that, reorganize, and toss out the things I don’t need any more.

Where do you like to write during the season?

On my porch where I can enjoy the warmer temperatures, the blue skies, and the smell of freshly cut grass.

Any fun trips planned?

Unfortunately, no. Do you have any fun trips planned?  If so, please tell me all about them. I’ll live vicariously through you. :)

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Format: eBook
Page Count: 51 (short story)
Official Release Date: March 5th 2014
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

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*Hurricane Crimes is a short story.*

After her car breaks down, Beth Kennedy is forced to stay in Florida, the target of Hurricane Sabrina. She stocks up supplies, boards up windows, and hunkers down to wait out the storm, but her plan unravels when she witnesses a car accident. Risking her life, she braves the winds to save the driver. Just when she believes they are safe, she finds out the man she saved could possibly be more dangerous than the severe weather.

Donovan Goldwyn only wanted to hide from the police, but the hurricane shoved his car into a tree. Now he's trapped with a beautiful woman while the evidence that can prove his innocence to a brutal crime is out there for anyone to find.

As Hurricane Sabrina wreaks havoc, Beth has no other choice but to trust Donovan to stay alive. But will she survive, or will she become another hurricane crime?

On the television set, which was fighting to stay alive, was breaking news. She caught bits and pieces of it as she emptied the bowl of blood-tainted water and threw out the cloth. It was about a high-speed chase that had occurred about a half-hour ago. Beth shook her head. Apparently, Donovan wasn’t the only idiot driving around during a hurricane.

She went back into the living room and began replacing all the medical supplies into the first-aid kit. Behind her, a reporter was explaining that the driver of the car was believed to be a murder suspect.

“The name of the—”

The lights flashed, prompting Beth to snatch up her flashlight.

“Donovan Goldwyn.”

Her fingers went cold around the plastic tube as ice frosted her veins. She straightened her spine and turned stiffly to the television, her heart wasn’t beating in her chest. On the screen was the picture of the man who was right now changing in her bedroom. Above it was a caption in bold letters that read—SUSPECT.

She gripped the flashlight in her frozen fingers. Her heart thudded fearfully. She stared into the immobilized violet eyes through the glass.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.

She had brought a murderer into her home!


Chrys Fey’s debut, Hurricane Crimes, was published by The Wild Rose Press. Mid 2014, she will be coming out with her second romantic-suspense eBook, 30 Seconds. She created the blog Write with Fey to offer aspiring writers advice and inspiration. She lives in Florida where she is ready to battle the next hurricane that comes her way.

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