50's Music and a Rocking Anthology...

The Story Orgy has a new anthology coming out with two guest authors and lots of good music!

It was a time of unprecedented prosperity and incredible disparity, one of astounding scientific discovery and breathtaking paranoia. The Cold War, the Space Race, the fledgling rumblings of Civil Rights movements – all of these were part of the consciousness of the time. Amid all these discoveries and rapid-fire changes, some of the world’s most exciting and innovative music sprang up. 

The 1950’s – when Rock was born.

Join Total E-Bound and a fabulous collection of authors as they appropriate some of these iconic songs for a 50’s Mixed Tape Anthology:

Walkin’ After Midnight by Hank Edwards – Floyd has trouble staying interested in men, but meeting Gavin changes everything. Until Floyd learns his boss is dating Gavin. Now Floyd wants him more.

Chantilly Lace by Em Woods – Shea Laporte is a twenty-four year-old professional twink. He gets his way with a bat of his eyelashes and a swish of his hips. Coffee bars, nightclubs and late, lazy mornings in bed are routine for him. But neighbor Murk Rouse finds out appearances aren't everything...

Rush Around the Clock by Silvia Violet – Finn McMurphy convinces himself his spoiled dogs are all the company he needs. Until he meets his sexy new neighbor, Crawford, and everything changes.

His Dream Lover by Lee Brazil – In a private hospital room, motionless and still beneath a sheet, lies Joseph Caldwell. Anesthesiologist Oliver Gideon is racked with guilt and confusion. Could he have somehow done something wrong?

It’s Only Make Believe by Havan Fellows – Acting out or acting up, Dyer's whole life has been nothing but a game of make believe. When he needs his best friend's gay brother Derrick to help him land the role of a lifetime, the line between fantasy and reality doesn't just blur, it disappears altogether.

The Line by Angel Martinez – Rafael Schiller, vampire and sexual god without peer, believes he’s the top of the food chain, until a bizarre creature feeding in an alley scares the deathless hell out of him.

Come join the party this October for songs that inspired the last fifty years of music and stories that’ll melt your old 45’s!

Getting Scrooged by Em Woods...(oh yeah, NSFW)

Well hello all...thanks for stopping by my blog! I've wrangled a close dear friend of mine to come on over today...please welcome the lovely and talented Em Woods...aka The Goddess of the Story Orgy.

*waves* Hi everyone!

Come on over here and sit next to me, Em. Remember to tilt to the right a little, so the cameras can pick up our movements better *waggles brows*...okay, now let's get you a little more comfortable...*starts unbuttoning Em's shirt*

*lifts eyebrow* Erm, Havan?

What? I'm not supposed to be undressing you?

Not that that isn't a great plan too...but...well, I thought we were going to talk about my book?

Your book? Are you sure? *flips through my calendar* Look—it says right here...Dec 7th, You get to scrooge Em...I figured scrooge was a cute little euphemism you used for...well...you know, me finally getting to third base with you—because I don't care what you say, that Monday night in the SO's chambers last month does constitute making it to second base whether you agree or not...

*blushes* You're not going to scrooge me....we're going to talk about Scrooge. You know...Ebenezer Scrooge. From "A Christmas Carol"?

Oh...that's what you meant by Scrooge...um...well *looks down at lacy boy shorts and flimsy tank top* maybe I should change? Nah...*hands Em a glass of extra spiked egg nog and sits back with my own* so, tell us how your version of Scrooge might not be so different than my version...*winks*

*smacks lips* Nice. Okay. Well, I am sure you know that in its unaltered state, this Charles Dickens classic is a wonderfully heartwarming story. But if you let me get my paws on it, it becomes a delicious erotic romance story that is both a heartwarming tale and a heart-wrenching love story (If I do say so myself).

*nods* Everyone knows you are one of the best for wrapping us up all warm and safe then yanking the bandage off and making us reach for the tissues!

With my added touches, you'll get to see Scrooge's reasons for being cantankerous. You'll get to see Marley as never before and you'll understand a completely new dynamic to their partnership. You'll also meet Alex. And just who is Alex precisely? Well, he is Scrooge's happily ever after, that's who.

*leans against Em swooning* oh please tell me more...*bats eyes*

How about an excerpt... *wink*

*downs rest of egg nog in two gulps...hiccups* now you're talking!

“Settle, boy. This is not to show who is in control. This is to show how we should have been. What my dreams held. What our life together should have held.”

He was unsure of what that meant, and that did not sit well at all with Scrooge. Soft caresses were well and good, but a hard fucking had better follow quickly. Marley chuckled behind him. A sharp sting of a slap lit Scrooge’s hip with fire. “I can hear your thoughts so clearly, like my own, Eb. You’ll not be left wanting. Not this time.”

Another slap to Ebenezer’s thigh narrowed his attention to his lover, a long-dormant need flaring to life with each blow to his skin, with each whispered vow of love eternal, with each promise of care.

“Your arse always presented well, Eb. Blushing and hot, needy.”

Scrooge clenched his fists in the linens, holding back the moan crawling up his throat. Silence was the rule. Servants, even the best of the lot, could not be trusted with the secrets of the bedchamber. Not that Scrooge employed any other than one cook and one maid, neither of whom would be working that day.

“Oil?”

“In the drawer.” Scrooge’s voice was not his own, surely. He had never heard it sound so hoarse.

The scrape of wood was harsh to Scrooge’s ears, then cold oil slid down the crack of his arse, followed by impatient fingers working around, in, around, until Ebenezer’s hole eased for the touch. “Are you ready, Eb?”

Another turn of events, this question, but Marley had promised care, and care he was giving, driving Scrooge out of his mind with the impossibility of it. Fingers disappeared, replaced promptly with the spongy tip of Marley’s cock, pushing slowly into Scrooge’s arse. So full, near bursting with the fullness of it, Scrooge moaned and sank back on his haunches, lodging the thick erection deeper inside him. His skin burned where Marley’s fingers dug into his hips, holding him steady as he began to thrust, sweat rapidly slicking his body.

The slap of Marley’s thighs against Scrooge’s arse rang loud through the bedchamber, their laboured breathing combining to create a harmony that fuelled Scrooge’s lust. He struggled under Marley’s hold, revelling in the tightening of his grip, the feel of bruises rising.

Marley’s hips snapped faster, pummelling Scrooge with fierce thrusts, then, as Scrooge cried out with his release, fearless of who might hear, Marley pulled him roughly onto his cock, pulses of seed filling Scrooge’s passage. Marley collapsed atop Scrooge, then eased from inside before rolling to lay on the mattress beside him.

Scrooge remained with his hands clenched in the bed sheets, drawing deep breath after deep breath, trying to regain his composure as his body floated on soft wings back to reality. “Do we have the night?”

“Only a few moments more.” Marley braced one hand under his head, looking at Scrooge. “I loved you, Eb.”

Blurb:

Love at first sight is a beautiful thing, but sometimes, true love waits a lifetime to shine...and then needs a little help from the Three Ghosts of Christmas.

As a young man, Ebenezer Scrooge felt the sharp pain of loss and resolved to protect his heart from all others, taking solace in his gold and silver. Years of discarding his own emotions, and those of anyone around him, has turned Scrooge cold.

When deceased lover and partner Jacob Marley pays miserly Scrooge a late night visit, pride and disbelief buoy Scrooge's courage. As the fabled Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet-to-Come arrive to show Scrooge the error of his ways, they also give him brief glimpses of a love so strong it has stood the test of time.

In an inspiring tale of change, a deep-seated need flares to life, leaving Scrooge without a doubt that love and family are what really matter at Christmas.

Link to buy:

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1940

You can visit Em Woods at the following links:

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4347554.Em_Woods

http://authoremwoods.com/

https://www.facebook.com/emwoodsauthor

Like a Virgin with Em Woods...

When Em Woods was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my first solo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some very talented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't all about me…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of the time…hehe

Today I've got the wonderful Em Woods sharing the love seat with me…*waggles eyebrows*…answering a few questions about her first ever release Not Anymore and after that we get a yummy taste straight from the source…*giggles and bounces* gotta love that!

*scoots closer to Em and winks* Hello beautiful…thanks for allowing me to drag you over to my blog today…

Hello, my lovely. It’s always a pleasure to be here with you. What are we talking about again? Virgins? I don’t think I know any virgins. *blinks innocently*

I'm sorry…I thought we'd met already…*shoulder bumps the Story Orgy Goddess and winks*

*coughs* So, let's start this off with the basics… you popped your cherry with Not Anymore…*giggles*…tell us about your first ever release…okay—I mean book release…*heads desk*

Wow, that was a while back…let me think…

Why did you publish with Total-E-Bound…was there something special there or just fate?

You know, I consider it fate. At the time I wrote Not Anymore I was a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and a friend that I had made in my local chapter (Greater Detroit RWA) said she would recommend me to her editor. I – of course – said omigod, please do! At the next meeting, she gave me an email address and said “send here, she’s waiting.” I was terrified.

Now if you are anything like me…I assume you had more than one work in progress when you published Not Anymore…what made you decide this would be your first book published?

Actually, what I had in progress was a hot mess of confusion. Not Anymore came together (after I took it out of first person!) and it just made sense. I subbed it and within two weeks – on April 1st, mind you (talk about a “there has to be an April Fool’s in this acceptance letter somewhere!”), TEB offered me a contract.

Well thank goodness they didn't have a sense of humor that day! *wipes brow* Okay…about me for a second *big smiles*…I'm personally going through some withdrawal anxieties with my boys… did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there in the big bad world?

Like I said up there, I was terrified. Not Anymore deals with abuse and the awful things that can result from that type of a relationship. It was damn scary.

But you did it so well! Looking back—now that you have more experience under your belt—would you change anything about Not Anymore or your way of handling its release?

There are a couple things I would change now, but I think they all are part of the learning to write well, learning to be a good partner in an author-publisher relationship…I wouldn’t trade any of it.

Love the way you look at it…*hugs Em* If you had to turn your virgin experience of publishing your book into an erotic novel what would you title it?

Teasing Em  

*mumbles under breath* wouldn't we all like to do that…

What color would you label your first foray in publishing your book and why?

Yellow…because several times I wanted to run scared! LOL…

Good thing you didn't…we'd hunt you down!

Now…just because I like to throw things at you…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about your boys…answer can only be Dan or Logan…

Most likely to get down and dirty in public…Logan.

Most likely to wear a fedora and rock it…Dan.

Most likely to eat food in bed *winks*…Logan.

Most likely to be found barefoot…Logan.

Most likely to find a stray kitten and bring her home…Dan. Wait…maybe Logan.

Most likely to blow off plans and talk the other into staying in bed all day…Logan.

Most likely to have a sweet tooth…Dan.

In a silly battle of wills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Dan. Definitely. LOL

Okay…so now was the time I planned to tear Em's clothes off and cuddle under the blankets…and she was all for that honest! *crosses fingers behind back*…but I remembered that she owes us a story! *giggles and bounces* So let us cuddle fully clothed *pouts* on the love seat and listen to this bit of goodness that is Not Anymore!

Blurb:

When Dan Perry meets Logan Hall on the beautiful beaches of Hawaii, he knows keeping the man of his dreams means facing the demons of his past...but will his paradise be lost when he finds out Logan is really his boss?

Senior analyst and programmer Dan Perry needs a vacation. He finally talks his boss into giving him a week off to fly to Hawaii with his sister and her boyfriend. He knows he will be the third wheel but he has to get out of the office. And away from his abusive ex-boyfriend.

Two days before Dan is due to catch his flight back to Detroit, he meets Logan Hall. Even though he had no intention of outing himself to his family, things go awry when Logan accidentally does it for him.

As the second partner in the software firm where Dan works, Logan has wanted him from a distance for over a year. Now that he knows Dan is free, Logan intends to make his move. Things in Hawaii heat up when Dan is abducted by his ex-lover and these two honorable, loving men must face their worst fears to find the love waiting on the other side.

Not Anymore is available @ Total-E-BoundPublishing here

Excerpt:

Dan returned to his seat across from Logan, his face empty, his eyes flat and tired.

“God, I’m sorry.” Logan wanted to wrap him up tight.

“I left everything except what I could fit in one bag. I was gone before he came home.”

Logan stood, noted the slight flinch. He crouched next to Dan and waited for him to look his way. When he finally turned his head, Logan drew him in, sipped at his lips with a slow kiss. Dan soon took over, pushing Logan back until they lay on the cool tile floor.

The softness of Dan’s hair called to Logan until he weaved his fingers through it, holding Dan close as he followed his lead, let him set the pace. This time Dan didn’t want gentle touches or soft words.

Just the two of them and one bad memory.

Dan ground their cocks together, tongues tangled and teeth clashed in the frenzy. Every touch, every kiss harder, more rushed than the last.

Logan slid his hands out of Dan’s hair, cupped his face and put an inch of much needed space between them. “Hang on, stud.”

Dan’s eyes snapped open. His face, already flushed with desire, darkened to crimson. “Why are we stopping?”

“Not stopping. Just slowing down.” Logan guided Dan’s face back to his, teased the seam of Dan’s lips with the tip of his tongue. A splash on Logan’s cheek pulled him back. He looked into bottomless green eyes, liquid with unshed tears. “Are you okay?”

Dan nodded, licked his lips. “How can you do that?”

Logan’s brows scrunched. “Do what? Slow down?”

“No.” Dan rested his head on Logan’s shoulder, taking deep breaths before continuing. “How do you know me so well?”

“That’s easy. I feel like—” Logan paused. “How can I not know you?”

Impossible to Resist Em Woods . . . an interview

Okay this is it . . . *turns with my arms spread out* . . . this is the Story Orgy (aka SO) room . . . where your Story Orgiast get together and brain storm . . . laugh . . . cry sometimes . . . and hash out any kind of issues that may occur.

Now this room is our haven . . . so I probably shouldn’t have you in here with me . . . but I’ve been trying to nail Em Woods (aka the SO Goddess) down for this interview ~~ and this has nothing to do with my so-called procrastination issues, mind you ~~ but that woman won’t stop working. But never fear! I have it on good authority from her muse that she is heading this way for a lil R&R between projects.

Know what that means? It means girl time!!!! *giggling and bouncing* So to get everyone in the mood . . . ahem . . . here’s the setting . . . I took all the pillows from the couches and beds (hey – we need to rest once in a while you know) and piled them on the floor here . . . I’ve got the snickerdoodles and the M&Ms handy . . . coffee and white Russians at the ready . . . oh yeah – and so we don’t get interrupted . . . I called in our beautiful Jade to wrangle the boys and go out scouting for the next SO eye candy . . . interesting how the boys didn’t even bat an eye – just followed our French beauty like she was the pied piper . . . huh *shakes head smiling*

*squeeeee* . . . Here she comes!!!!

*leans on the SO doorframe* Hello, my Havan.

Hi Em! How ya doing you smexy thang? Oh don’t mind us . . . I just thought that maybe you could cop a squat on the pillows . . . real close to me like . . . and maybe we could jabber jaw about things . . . you know the weather . . . the price of gas . . . YOU!!!! hee hee

Sure, let’s give it go. *plops down next to Havan*

*scoots closer to the beauty* So Em . . . I was told you were sneaking in here to get a few minutes to yourself *sheepishly looks around at everyone and blushes a little* tell us what ensemble you wear for some comfortable R&R?

*looks down, then back at Havan* What you see is what you get. I’m typically in a softie t-shirt (can’t stand those shirts that feel like they’ve just been ironed with starch) and my Victoria Secret “Love Pink” sweats. Then I grab my laptop and dive in with the boys.

If I were to snag your laptop right now and open it . . . what project would blast out at me?

Ooh, that can be complicated. But right this second, I am working on a paranormal ménage (m/f/m), a paranormal m/m and then ironing out the kinks on the blog story Harper’s Discovery for our anthology. I like to keep a couple stories going at a time, that way when I hit a stumbling block I can move on to a new thought process and come back to the other when inspiration hits.

I know that you write M/M romance . . . or erotica for those who prefer that title . . . and you just mentioned M/F/M . . . yummy . . . do you think you will ever give the M/F genre a run for their money?

Well, yeah, I mentioned that ménage back there, and I do have another strictly m/f series that needs editing…not sure if I’ll do it though. It’s … daunting. LOL.

Oh . . . hoping you do honey! About Temporary Magic (your M/F/M) what difficulties did you encounter between writing sex scenes with and without a woman . . . um . . . handy?

*blushes* I stumble over that damn “p” word. I am having the hardest time getting her in the scene! Give me two men and I can describe everything without a single problem…add a chick and I’m toast.

Yeah . . . that ‘p’ word irks me at times *shivers*. Besides the one waiting in the wings, do you think you might do another strictly het book? Or will there always be some yummy man loving mixed in?

At this moment, I don’t plan on writing another unless I get some fabulously positive feedback on my ménage. It’s a serious labor to write het for me and I’m not sure yet if it’s a labor of love or what…LOL

How does your hubby feel about your writing preferences? Do you ever ask him to help act out scenes that just aren’t . . . um . . . coming together? *slaps hands over mouth and blushes*

*very big grin* oh, hubby is more than happy to help when I’m frustrated over something…but if I have questions…he tells me to ask my muse. *laughing* He is very supportive of my choice in writing, brags me up wherever he goes. I couldn’t ask for better.

Oh boy . . . a hubby that is willing to lend a helping hand and is up? I’d say that’s inspiration for a good couple of decades or more! *leans over and whispers* has he lifted the ban on me sitting outside your window yet? You know what . . . never mind don’t answer that . . . *clears throat*

You know, just the other day he was asking me where you were. *ahem*

*jots down in my planner that I now have plans for Wednesday night . . . every Wednesday night for the next couple of decades*

Okay – I had someone ask me the other day why I use a pen name. It’s a simple question and she wasn’t being rude but it made me think . . . and I believe it’s a personal decision if you use one or not. So my question to you is how did you choose the name Em Woods . . . btw – love the last name baby! *smirks*

Well, let me answer the unspoken question first. I use a pen name because I don’t want my sons to have any ill effects from my choices until they are old enough to make decisions for themselves. Once they get old enough, it will be their choice if they want their friends to know Mom is an erotic romance author.

Now, how did I come up with it? *grin* Hubby helped. “Em” is my nickname, so I have been Em most of my life. That was easy. But “Woods” is a play on my maiden name and one my hubby came up with during a late night conversation. *wink*

So that’s what you’re calling it nowadays? Conversation?

*laughs* well, that conversation did come after smex…but I didn’t figure you’d care to hear about that.

Um . . . yeah . . . wrong *giggles* . . . but next question . . . *shuffles through notecards*

Now, you wear a lot of different titles . . . mother . . . wife . . . EDJ ass kicker . . . author . . . friend . . . and finally the Story Orgy Goddess. Yes . . . everyone has heard us calling you the infamous (maybe even a bit notorious lol) SO Goddess; and the title is rightly earned! Did you think six months ago when you started doing prompt writing on Mondays . . . by yourself none-the-less . . . that this phenomenon would happen?

No way. I started writing prompts again because I missed practice writing. Then Lee emailed, asking if I wanted company…and the rest is history. I never thought we would evolve like we did, but I am enjoying every minute of it. I’ve made some of the best friends I could ask for, I wouldn’t know what to do without my muse now, and the stories that come out of our prompts are amazing!

Under your adult supervision, the SO has individually and collectively come up with some great ideas: a FaceBook page . . . two successful contests . . . an antho with the proceeds for the first 90 days of release going to the Trevor Project and another antho is in the wings. Wow!!!! Not to mention the fans and friends we have are easily the best! Can you give us a glimpse of some of the stuff on the horizon for the SO?

*snorts* Adult? That’s cute.

Now…what kind of surprise would it be if I spilled the beans on what we have planned here? *blinks innocently*

*leans in close and lowers voice* . . . So tell me the truth . . . who’s your favorite SO member . . . it’s me isn’t it . . . isn’t it? *giggles*

My favorite? Weeeell… there’s Lee and his 501s (who wouldn’t be partial to that smexy ass in faded denim?), and then you my Havan (all those gropes and giggles and snuggles?), and Jade’s oh-so-smexy smile behind that camera, and Hank’s pretty, pretty…eyes. But you know I’m partial to my muse. Aside from how freaking hawt he is, the poetry my JR can spin is amazing. Makes me tear up every time. *happy sigh*

*drool running out of corner of my mouth . . . shakes head roughly* sorry . . . jeans visual overtook me for a moment . . . hmmmm . . . jeans *wipes drool and straightens up* . . . and oh halibut yeah – I’m excited every time JR posts more of his poetry . . . that boy has some serious mojo working for him! *big smile*

Curious question . . . how many open WIP do you have that you actually have progress on . . . how many open thoughts do you have that are waiting to be WIP?

I have five open WIPs right at the moment and way more plot bunnies lingering, just waiting for their turn. I can’t go anywhere without snapping a picture of someone/something that has inspired a storyline in my head. I’ve got notes scribbled everywhere. LOL.

Exactly when do you find time to . . . oh I don’t know? . . . sleep, eat, go potty?

Well, it’s a full life and late nights, that’s for sure. *grin* And sleep is the first to be sacrificed…my muse is constantly reminding me that pesky stuff is necessary.

Now, you have a new book out with a very interesting premise behind it . . . can you tell us a bit about Impossible to Resist?

Mmm…Impossible to Resist is about a cutie - Max, who through past experiences, has come to hate being touched. Which kinda sucks since the thing he wants most is to be loved by someone. Miah is just the man to show him how to get around the nightmare of his past, and sets out to do it. *grin*

Max sounds like he was a hard character to write, but endearing also. Do you fall a little for your main characters and do you have one that has touched your heart more than the others?

Whew. Max was hard to write, and I have things that even now I wish I had done. Maybe I’ll give them a follow up book. But the one who holds my heart is one that hasn’t seen the publishing light yet – Graham from Chasing Alex.

Hmmmm . . . I look forward to cornering you again when Graham comes to ‘light’ for another round of blatantly inappropriate questions . . . hee hee

Guess what time it is!!!!! It’s round robin time!!!! Now I thought up some real good ones for you, my precious . . . get ready . . . get set . . . here they come!!!!!

If you had to come up with a ‘safe’ word right now . . . ? Joy. For oh-so-many reasons. *grin*

Talker or screamer? Hello? Two sons just down the hall…neither…used to be screamer though. *wink*

In the lines or outside of the box? Outside the box. Always.

Creamy or crunchy . . . peanut butter that is? Who can resist all those nuts?

Lick or nibble? Nibble!

Vanilla . . . chocolate . . . strawberry . . . all three preferably on top of a nice six pack? Chocolate…anytime, anywhere.

Hot or cold? HOT!

Sexiest garment you own? Erm…are clothes required?

Favorite candle scent? Vanilla. *shrugs at Havan’s bland look* It smells like cookies, okay?

*looks on backside of index card* . . . huh . . . no more questions? But I’m not ready to let you go! So . . . you wanna cuddle?

*snuggles in with my Havan* I’ve got a minute or five. If you think you can chase all the watchers out…this is a private room after all. *wink*

*wraps arms around Em and smiles at the onlookers* Sorry friends, you gots to go now . . . I needs some cuddle time before I pretend to get back to work, *smirks at Em* that is until our muses hunt us down and crack their whips . . . and in no way shape or form do we encourage that at all *winks wickedly*.

But there will be another time for us to enjoy my Goddess . . . because I’m all about the multiples baby . . . hee hee

*blows kiss* Can’t wait to see you again. Thanks for having me, my Havan!

Here are a couple of yummy excerpts from the ultra talented Em Woods . . . links are posted also so go crazy I tell you! hee hee

Impossible to Resist

Rating: Gay M/M Contemporary

Length: short story

Available: Total E-Bound

While Max’s biggest fear is being touched, his greatest dream is to be loved. Can he let Jeremiah close enough to heal, or will he turn away all that he wants for the safety of what he knows?

Max Eisner suffers from haptephobia, the fear of being touched. He refuses to let that stop him from living, though every second outside his house compounds his distress. Nor does it prevent him from yearning for that one man who will crash through those barriers and make Max his in every way.

Jerimiah Sandburg has watched the handsome man walk past his office door every morning for the past three months. Every day he has the same pained look on his face, flinching whenever someone brushes against him. Jerimiah isn’t sure if Max will trust him enough to work through whatever is bothering him, but he’s not willing to wait another day to claim the smaller man for his own.

Will Max listen to the call of his heart, or will he shut himself off once and for all?

And The Prompt Is…

Rating: Gay M/M Anthology

Short stories: Contemporary / paranormal

Available: Amazon and 1Place for Romance

Picking Up Quinn by Em Woods
Will racer Quinn Rowan and tow truck driver Liam Nelson find that love is enough to cross even the greatest divide?

Finding Pleasure by JR Boyd
This yarn takes a glimpse inside the life of Paramedic, Sterling Kost, whom works side-by-side with his assigned partner and EMT, Innocenzo Lucciano (aka Cenzo). Committed to discovering a place in the hospital, Sterling and Cenzo spend their lunch break scouring Methodist Medical Center of Dallas for a secluded location where they can be alone.

Farewell by Havan Fellows
Dwight’s heartache leads him to the cemetery; where lessons are waiting to be learned and second chances are freely given.

The Old Soda Shop by Lee Brazil

Former college roommates Matt and Sam have a history. Will a chance encounter in the street lead to a second chance at love?

With This Ring by Hank Edwards
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Central Park, is one of the most elegant and romantic hotels in the world, even for its employees. When Carl, a seasoned member of the maintenance team, meets Dylan, a younger bellboy, their attraction is undeniable. Carl and Dylan meet in rooms recently vacated by guests and slowly forge a relationship, but can they overcome the difference in their ages and, somehow, fulfill Dylan’s dream of spending the night as a guest in the hotel?