Wednesday 30 September 2015

From the Backlist



These are the book, probably most of them found on my GR recommended reads, because I never heard of them before, and maybe neither have you


Pretty Poison by Kari Gregg
Published 15th of December 2013 by Kari Gregg
Paranormal Romance

Deadly poison…or exquisite cure?

Noah fell from an eighth story balcony as a toddler, cracking open his skull and shattering his body. The accident would’ve killed a human, but even shifter blood can’t heal some damage. After the pack recommended a mercy killing, Noah’s family ran. But there’s no outrunning the mating pact formed before Noah’s birth.

Wade, the new alpha, chooses an adult Noah to fulfill the pact. Wade believes the previous alpha was a fool to reject Noah as a weak and inferior wolf, but Noah’s family was wrong to hide him and starve his wolf, too. Human doctors with human medicines are poison to shifter physiology. Now that Noah is fully grown, halting his shift to retain the pins, plates, and bars holding him together hurts rather than helps him, and for Wade, more than Noah’s recovery is at stake.

Noah’s family sacrificed everything to keep him alive. Noah will do whatever it takes to save them—including mate with the alpha who is determined to correct past mistakes and defeat old prejudices contaminating the shifter community.

Too bad some still believe Noah is the true poison…and should be culled from the pack for good.

Content Warnings: Dubious consent, shifter knotting/tying, and Nerf gun assassination attempts. Ereaders (and you) may spontaneously combust–-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Tuesday 29 September 2015

Inside Encounter Space series



I need to take a minute out to chat to you all about my sci-fi book.
A lot of this chat is mostly me trying to come to turns with the direction it’s taking as I write book 2.
I need a moment to clear my head. I need a moment to think. I need a moment to explain to you all what’s happening

Book 1 had a big problem. I knew going into publishing that the story was Stockholm syndrome and so really it shouldn’t have surprised me when it go flagged. It did however because once that start I didn’t actually link it.

I should have yes, and it took another author to point out the mistakes. There was a lot of them in that book. I am grateful to her.

Taking it down I rewrite parts of, simple part and opened up a series.

If you wish to read an unedited version of the first book, click the here

I know, you already know this, but I need to start at the beginning so bear with me please.

Originally I labelled the series erotica. Because to me it as just about sex, but honestly can a book be erotica when it’s only got one sex scene?

Book two is going to be bigger, but on the other hand there is most likely going to be no sex. The story just…well it just doesn’t sit well for it to be included. I would have to write a lot more then I’ll even begin to plan. These stories are short, and though his one is def going to be over 6K as it’s 5K now I have no real plans of it being much over that. I’m going to get to a point of where the trust comes in and then stop.

People are going to hate me for this.

But hell, people will for the series itself anyway.

And just so we are clear it’s not going to be a theme even though all the men are going to be coming from the same place. This is just a character thing and…I’d say more but I really don’t want to be giving away the plot.

Secondly I have realised that my stories, though set in space are much more…contemporary in nature. I’m not using different names for things, a mate is a mate. I’m keeping the world building very simple, allow most things to be brought back to what we know.

I just can’t write sci-fi different. Hell, I don’t want to, especially not with this series, as I’m hoping most won’t make it past 6K and if they do they will def not make it over 10K. it’s not really the point to them

So they will now be labelled contemporary sci-fi romances and I will label my book that don’t have sex in them.

Why you ask? Because I think it’s probably needed. I don’t really see the reason for most labels that run around. 90% of them are “anal intercourse” and darling it’s an mm erotica of course it’s got anal. Worse is the books that truly need them, like ones that include on page rape, or water or blood play, don’t.

Most people who read romance. No that’s not fair. A few. Some? Read romance for the sex it’s what they want, and the fact that the first book has sex in it and the second wont will make some pissy people, so why not label it. Why not get that out of the way in the blurb. You want sex, well this book has none in that. At least that way if I ever get bad reviews bitching to me that there was no sex in it, then I can just raise a brow and move alone. Really it’s one thing to bitch when you’ve not read the full blurb. I get it. I generally don’t read the whole thing because authors have gotten into the habit of using there synopsis as a blurb and I don’t actually want to know the whole story before I read it. I read the first paragraph and if there’s a warning I read that.

On the review front it’s actually surprising or not so much that the book is only average 2.80. I won’t go in and read the reviews because I know what they are saying. The book is bad. Editing everything. I didn’t know until I had a person I trust read it for me but by then over 200 people had already downloaded it.

I still think that’s a pretty good average for the people who have read and reviewed it. I’m not sure if that’s everyone, it was (and will be again, maybe). I am thinking of going in and seeing if I can add to it, but then maybe not as I want them both with my editor by the end of the month so that they can come out in Jan. it’s not really a must but I like to give at least 3 months and I’m already behind schedule.
At most it’s only 16K and I think I’ll be able to get that through editing reasonably quickly. It will very much depend on how my editor is going and how the books are written. Taking A Stand was hard to edit mostly because it was written is a very unique way. The rest of what I write isn’t so bad.

Anyway. I think that’s enough rambling on this subject. That’s’ for sticking around. Oh and if you’re so inclined I’d love to hear your thought on no sex in your romances.

Monday 28 September 2015

On the TBR Pile



It came to me attention recently (aka I noticed my GR to-read number) that I have a lot (a lot) of books on my TBR (if you’re not familiar this is To Be Read) and I thought…why not show some of these off, maybe you can tell me if I really should read something or not to bother


Not His Kiss To Take by Finn Marlowe
Knowing Caleb (Hawkins Brothers/Quinten, Montana) by Cameron Dane
Human Nature by Cat Kane
Life Lessons (Life Lessons) by Kaje Haper

Saturday 26 September 2015

#MySexySaturday



Week 111 with Sexy Today  

“God, that was good.” Brad grinned as he lifted himself off Kyle. No matter how good it was, he needed to stand up.
Kyle’s legs needed some rest, too.
Brad let himself fall to the ground, followed by Kyle, as they seemed to sprawl on the bathroom floor.
“Yeah…” Kyle’s smile was very soft. Almost telling Kyle’s love for him in that one moment. “Good.”
Brad laughed. It was sudden, and because he hadn’t caught his breath yet, it made him cough a little.
Yeah, he smiled back, knowing he was mirroring Kyle. It was fucking awesome.


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Friday 25 September 2015

April's Interlude



Okay, so this past week has been one of the hardest I’ve had to go through in a long time, arguably in my whole life. I began writing something to help me get through the hard time. This is a small taste of what I came up with. I’m calling it the 27 Lies My Mother Told Me.

This is fiction. Just want to make that point very clear.

(Please note that this is an unedited Excerpt)


WIP Excerpt

Lie One-If you eat the seeds they will grow in your stomach
I think this was the beginning of her lies, at least the lies she told to me.  I remember her saying this while my sister and I were eating watermelon.  We were outside sitting on the picnic table.  This was one of our favorite snacks and she would let us have it whenever we wanted.  Sometimes she would eat it with us but not always. 
I get that she was trying to get us not to eat them in the first place because really what was the point of eating the part of the fruit that didn’t taste good.  She could have said this though.  This could have been the point of her argument as why not to eat the seeds. 
It was a stupid, unnecessary lie, much like all the rest of her lies.
You’d think the first lie I would remember was Santa Claus coming down out nonexistent chimney and delivering to my heart’s desire. Or the tooth fairy. But no it was the damn seeds that would have given life to something a new plant in the spring. We had to collect the seeds after we were done and throw them away.
Years later all her lies seem to swirl around me until I felt like I was in the center of her lie tornado.  This lie about eating watermelon seeds seems so harmless.  It’s like a soft gentle kitten that scratches the hell out of you every time you go to pet it.
I watched her lay in that hospital bed with her eyes closed and her mouth open, waiting for her chest to stop moving. All of her lies seemed harmless now that the end was close at hand.
“Did her breathing just change?” my sister said from across the small hospital room.
“No. It’s still the same. Everything still the same as it always was.” And that was the biggest lie of all. Nothing was the same. It would never be the same again. But everyone in this same situation said that didn’t they.
I stood up and stretched my back.
“Where are you going?” Anna said, as if I was going to leave her with our dying mother. I couldn’t do that even if I wanted too. Mother had a hold of me, of all of us really. She led us all around by the damn balls, waiting for us to step out of line, like little children in the lunch line. How could I go anywhere with the leash she had around my fucking neck.
“Nowhere. I’m just stretching.” I walked to the window and looked out at the city.
We were on the eight floor of the hospital and as rooms went, this one had a great view. It was a small city and from on the ground it was hard to see all the trees but they looked all bunched up now with little bits of gray peeking out. All that green wasn’t something I would have thought possible from way down in the middle of everything.
“What are you thinking about, Chad?”
“Nothing. The trees. There’s a lot more than I realize.” Just like mother’s lies. So many I couldn’t count them all. Narrowing them down to just a handful seemed like a wasted effort.
“You look pissed.”
“I am pissed. I don’t get why I still have to cater to her like she’s the fucking queen of America or something.” Mother’s will decreed for them both to be here on her death bed if they wanted a cut of the money so had amassed. I didn’t need or want the money, but a part of me still felt like I wanted to be the good son she always wanted me to be. Marry the girl she told me to marry and have the amount of grandkids she thought was acceptable.

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