The Killer Within by Jason Kahn

Title: The Killer Within
Release Date: September 2009
Author: Jason Kahn
Author Website
Publisher: Damnation Books
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Genre: Paranormal thriller


Blurb:
When Metro City’s number one crime family develops a drug that turns ordinary people into mindless assassins, detective Frank Arnold makes it his mission to bring them down. But things take a turn for the worse when the syndicate targets someone in the police department to carry out their next hit. Everyone’s under suspicion, including Frank himself as he tries desperately to crack the case before his time runs out, permanently. 


Welcome Jason Kahn! What is your latest offering?
The Killer Within has been released as an e-book by Damnation Books. 


What is The Killer Within all about?
It’s a hardboiled detective story. The main character, Frank Arnold, is trying to solve a series of murders carried out by anonymous, average citizens who’ve been turned into unknowing killers by a drug that renders them utterly susceptible to commands. The word is out that the next assassin will be a cop. Will it be Frank? Will it be Frank’s partner? Everybody’s under suspicion as Frank steamrolls over anyone who gets in his way.


That sounds exciting. How did you come up with the idea?
The inspiration for The Killer Within came from just a chance occurrence. I was sitting in a cab in downtown Manhattan, listening to the news on the cab radio. There was a report about some random killing, the kind you unfortunately hear about every day. I don't know how or why, but it triggered this big WHAT IF question in my head: What if the killer didn't have any choice about it? What if through either a drug or brainwashing, he had been programmed to do what he did, without even knowing why? And that led to a lot of other interesting questions that started to form a hardboiled crime story in my head. I hadn't written anything in that genre before, so I was very excited to give it a try. It was whole lot of fun to write.


Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
I have had stories published in Baen’s Universe, The Best of Gryphonwood 2007, and the anthology Strange Stories of Sand and Sea.


Here’s a secret that no one else knows (except my wife): I have enjoyed both of the Twilight movies, as well as the books. There, I admitted it. 


Any new releases on the horizon this year?
My story Cold Comfort will be published in the print version of Abandoned Towers Magazine in May.

What are you working on right now?
I write an ongoing paranormal crime series called The Dark InSpectre. It’s published courtesy of Abandoned Towers, and I post new episodes every two weeks. It’s very dark and SciFi, and it’s a lot of fun.

Thank you for joining me, Jason. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
Anyone who wishes to keep up with my writerly pursuits, feel free to check out my website, blog, or facebook page for more info., or just to say hi.


EXCERPT from The Killer Within:

They were the words Frank had longed to hear, words that would change his future, but he was no longer listening. The judge’s voice seemed to recede into the distance, and Frank felt a warm prickliness sweep across his scalp. His face felt flushed, and it was like his head was filled with cotton. He tried to speak but his mouth wouldn’t move. In a panic, Frank realized he couldn’t move at all. Then, as if someone else was controlling his body, Frank felt his hand move into his left pocket, curl itself around the handle of a gun he had not known was there.

In a flash it all became clear in his mind, little details from the past several days. The accountant had said Frank’s name and drawn his gun slowly. What kind of an assassin says their victim’s name? The hit must’ve been a fake, meant to convince him he was on the right track. And at the Herald building, Arturo only had enough men for a token resistance, nowhere near enough to guard a major shipment. And then that business about Hector setting Arturo up?

With horrifying clarity, Frank understood. It had all been a set up, the information, the fake hit, the bust at the Herald building, the guy in the uniform who’d just planted the piece on him in the hall, all arranged for one reason – to get Frank in this room before Judge Browers. Hector had given him a hero’s status, sacrificed some of his own men and even had Frank take care of Arturo, a thorn in his side. All to get Frank close to the judge, because without him, the task force would fall apart. The judge was the real target – which meant Frank had been a sleeper all along.

While Judge Browers droned on about the duties of the task force, Frank struggled to warn him, but it was useless. His vision constricted until all he saw was Judge Browers at the end of a dark tunnel. Helpless, Frank pulled the gun out of his pocket. All he could do was scream in silence.

Frank raised the gun. Judge Browers stopped talking, he stared at Frank, solemn-faced. As if from a great distance, Frank heard a commotion behind him. Doors slammed open, men shouted. Someone knocked his chair over, wrestling him to the floor. He pointed the gun, his finger squeezed the trigger, there was a shot. He felt a needle-sharp prick in his neck. Then there was nothing.

Paul's D'Marco by Leiland Dale

Title:  Paul’s D’Marco
Release Date:  January 9, 2010
Author:  Leiland Dale
Author Website
Publisher:  http://www.silverpublishing.co.cc/
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Genre: Gay, Erotic, Suspense, Paranormal, Romance


Blurb:  Matt D'Marco has happily settled in his routine for years.  Now with a pending divorce, recently promoted Matt's life is about to take an entirely new direction. Matt's first case as detective turns out to be a challenge.  Desperation sets in when all leads in the child serial killer case leave the police department empty handed. Paul Whittington, psychic and medium, may be the only solution in finding a break in the case.   

Matt and Paul are forced to work together.  But when a work relationship turns into something more, it challenges everything Matt's known about himself, his life, and desires.  Then, a turn in the case could put everything at risk. In the end, can Paul win over Matt's resistance and claim him as his own?


Welcome Leiland! What is your latest offering?
I’ve just released my very first book Paul’s D’Marco, a suspense, paranormal, gay erotic romance.


Congratulations! What is Paul’s D’Marco all about?
Paul’s  D’Marco is about a straight police officer, Matt D’Marco whose life is in turmoil when his wife leaves him. He’s then promoted to detective when he moves to another city. He gets to work on his very first case but keeps running into dead ends. The captain solicits the help of his brother-in-law Paul Whittington, a psychic but as you expect, he isn’t welcomed with open arms. The longer these two end up working together things start heating up and Matt starts questioning his sexually and his attraction to Paul.


I can't wait to read this one! How did you come up with the idea?
Because I’m a psychic it was just natural for me to bring that into my first book. It was an experience writing this. This book’s inspiration also came from knowing some psychics that help police catch criminals. As for the love side of the story, sometimes it can be hard to be accepted and that is what part of this book is about, acceptance.


Tell me a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
I’m a new author writing gay erotic romance and hope to have my next release out real soon. A secret about myself? Wow, that is difficult. I’m naturally an open book so there isn’t much that people don’t know about me.


Any new releases on the horizon this year?
Yes. My next book When a Bluebird Calls is soon to be released. It’s currently in the stages of editing and I’m hoping to release it in February 2010.


What are you working on right now?
I’m currently working on two other books at the moment, A Prophecy of Destiny and The Fallen Guardian. I’ve had a couple of requests for the next book following Paul’s D’Marco, which I just might write sometime soon.


Thank you for joining me, Leiland. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
In the future, readers can expect books from different genres. I don’t like sticking to just one particular look or style for a book but instead whatever the characters demand. Readers can expect variety in my writing, not just the repetition of something else. 

Check out this 5 Nymph review from Literary Nymphs Reviews!
"Author Leiland Dale has written a very interesting, fast paced, novella that is part crime drama and part paranormal. The characters draw you in from the beginning and hold your interest until the end."

X-RATED EXCERPT FROM

Paul's D'Marco

      

      Walking into the terminal of the tiny airport, I don’t get that feeling of coming home. Yes, this is my hometown, but it’s just too much.  Tired of people unable to decide if they want to approach me or avoid me, I left for the preferred isolation of Forks a year or two ago.  I find people either avoid me because they’re homophobic or approach me because they’re curious to find out if a deceased relative has a message for them.
      All the hustle and bustle of the airport reminds me why I left in the first place. Dealing with the residents of the town is difficult enough but still having to deal with spirits of the dearly departed on top of that, is just too much.  The crowds are probably the most difficult with so many spirits so close together. It always feels like they are screaming at the top of their lungs directly in my ear.
      Collecting my luggage at the carousel I keep an eye out for the police officer my brother-in-law has sent to pick me up.  This is just what I need, a babysitter with a badge.
      As I step out to the front of the terminal, a police car pulls up to the curb.   I wait patiently for the police officer to get out of his car but I’m slowly becoming irate with the spirits talking in my ear.
      When the officer steps out of the car and turns to face me, I let out an audible gasp.  Never in my life have I ever seen a man this big.  A commanding six foot four god towers over me.  Muscles like huge irons bars, shoulders wide enough to hinder him from entering a doorway easily.  Short light brown tousled hair and those eye…..those brown puppy dog eyes. This was definitely the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off the gorgeous Adonis approaching me.  Without realizing it at first, I lick my lips.  I can’t move.  I stand there, staring, unable to speak.
      “Hi.  Are you Paul Whittington?”  The officer holds out his hand as he approaches me.
        “Umm…Yes,” I stammer.  I braced myself, knowing I will have a vision the moment we touch. I reach out and shake his hand.  Nothing happens. Confused, I pull my hand back. This has never happened to me before.
      “The captain sent me to pick you up and bring you to the station before you get settled.” The gravelly voice was giving me goose bumps.  Still at a loss for words, I quickly divert my gaze to my luggage.  I can’t believe the instant desire I feel when our eyes first connect.  I can still feel the trembling of my knees as I try to bring myself under control and shake off the desire surging within me.
      “Let’s get your stuff loaded in the back so we can head to the station. The captain wants to speak to you.” I hear the officer mumble something under his breath as he gets into the car but I can’t make out a thing he says.
      I turn to the officer. “Are you always this rude, officer? Or is it just part of your charm?”
      “Listen, my name is Detective D’Marco not officer. And just so that we understand each other, I’ll make it clear and simple. I don’t believe in the hocus pocus you do and honestly I don’t give a shit. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours. I have a case to solve and having you hanging around is just giving me more work than I already have. I don’t have the time to be anyone’s babysitter,” he answers rudely as he pulls away from the curb.
      I sit staring at the detective in shocked silence.  My God.  Detective D’Marco is probably the most insufferable and uncouthly person I have ever met. He might be a breathtakingly beautiful Adonis, but still an insufferable ass.
      It looks like my life has just become a bit more complicated.

      

      The silence in the car is a welcome reprieve from the chaotic thoughts going around in my head. What the fuck just happened? The moment I get out of the car and see Paul standing at the curb, I’m overwhelmed with lust like I haven’t experienced since I was a teenager.  What the hell?
      Paul, with the long brown hair with red and blonde streaks falling just below his shoulders, the greenest eyes and the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen on any human being literally makes my knees weak.  Remembering Paul bend over, throwing his suitcase in the back of the car has my cock hard in seconds. The five foot seven man sitting next to me in the confined space inside the car is much more impressive than the picture the captain showed me earlier. Much more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever dated,including my ex-wife.
      Never in my life have I thought of a man as beautiful.
      What the fuck is happening to me?  I’m shocked.  I divert my attention back to the road trying to get the uneasiness in my stomach and the hardness of my cock to subside.
      “So, are you one of the detectives working on this case?” he asks, interrupting the awkward silence and my uncomfortable thoughts.
      “Yes. This is a very delicate case and it looks like there might be a leak somewhere in the department.  Since the article hit the front page news a couple of days ago, Petersen and I, and now you, are the only ones assigned to this case.  We’re keeping a tight leash on it.” I say as I try to keep my attention off the beauty occupying the passenger seat.  What?!?  I just thought of a man as a beauty!  I try to keep my eyes and mind on the road.
      Catching movement out the corner of my eye, I turn my head and glance over at Paul and see him looking out the side window trying to discreetly wipe a stray tear from his cheek. I have the intense urge to pull the car over and hold the man in my arms to soothe him. Turning my attention back to the road ahead I wonder what has upset him to bring tears and the sad look to those beautiful eyes.
      After a moment of silence I hear him shift in his seat and I can feel his eyes watching me, intently.
      “Well, I’ll help where I can. I can’t promise that I’ll be able to give you any information.  We’ll need to see where it goes,” he says.  I grip the steering wheel tighter, and my knuckles begin to turn white. The urge to reach out a hand to clasp the one on Paul’s lap is overwhelming.  I don’t understand what is happening to me.  I’ve never felt this way.
      My thoughts go back to the latest crime scene, seeing the bodies of the blonde haired boys bring back an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
      “Yeah, we’ll see.” I grunt.  “We’ll be at the precinct soon.”
      Focusing on the road again, not another word is spoken.  I struggle with my thoughts and try to understand why I feel this way and where these feelings are coming from.  This is new and I feel shaken.  This is far from anything I’ve ever felt in my life.  Why do I feel this attraction to another man?  It doesn’t make any sense to me.  These thoughts begin to cross my mind at a million miles per hour. 
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s still lost in thought, looking out the window.  I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking about right now. 
Paul's D'Marco Excerpt © 2009 Leiland Dale - All rights reserved

TO SEDUCE A SOULMATE BY LAURA TOLOMEI

Title: To Seduce A Soulmate
Release Date: December 15, 2009
Author: Laura Tolomei
Author Website
Publisher: eXtasy Books
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Genre: Gay, Holiday, Contemporary, m/f, m/m, m/m/f 



Blurb: Finding a soul mate was the easy part. To seduce him proved Martin’s hardest challenge for nothing in Pirate Drake’s black intriguing eyes seemed to recognize the one person destiny had selected for him. But can the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas be enough to convince him of the contrary in spite of his dilemmas about gender, feelings, connections and sex or can Pirate Drake find a way around the burning desire, the erotic heat, the uncontrollable passion wrecking his senses at Martin’s mere sight?



Welcome Laura!
Hello, Rie, it’s always a pleasure to be here.



What is your latest offering?
Hot off eXtasy’s press, it’s called To Seduce A Soulmate.


What is To Seduce A Soulmate all about?
It’s all about soul mates, not the finding them part, which is difficult in itself, but the convincing them part, an even more difficult task. And I must admit, Martin has a hard time to prove to Drake he’s his true Soul Mate, the One destiny chose from the start to complete the dark pirate, his missing half as Plato wrote. Too bad for Pirate Drake it all boils down to a gender issue, an insignificant detail in Martin’s mind if compared to the sheer luck of having found one’s missing piece. And since Drake refuses to accept this simple fact, Martin has no choice but to take the path of slow seduction that hopefully will makes his potential soul mate question his convictions. But will it be enough to make Drake change his mind? 



That sounds very HOT! How did you come up with the idea?
A friend of mine couldn’t stop talking about one of the managers in her company. She told me so much about him that I started imagining him, making up motives for why he behaved in a cetain way until Martin sprung to life and begun telling me his tale on how To Seduce A Soulmate.



Tell me about your past releases and a little secret about yourself that no one else knows—I promise I won’t tell!
I’ve got quite a back list by now, Rie, which include:
Trespassing All Hallows Eve, my first release in October 2008
Divinitas, January 2009, a unique three stories in one about two souls reincarnating to quench their burning passion and taste for the divine
Sacrificial Sex, March 2009, a 2010 EPPIE finalist in the horror category
Roman Seduction, June 2009, which has received enormous consensus from many reviewers
Spying the Alcove, August 2009, a unique archeological tale written with two different narrating voices, one in third, the other in first person POV
Bloody Passion, October 2009, a very first for me since the horror it describes is written in a man’s first person POV.


All these are published with eXtasy Books.



Now, although I’m not sure I can trust you not to tell, I’ll go ahead and tell you my secret! I get scared stiff from horror movies and books. Honest! I can’t stand them, never could, never even tried. Certainly never read the books in my life and the few, very few, horror movies I saw, didn't let me sleep for days. The images tortured me every time I closed my eyes. And you want to know what’s really funny about all this? As an author, I’m making a name for myself in the horror and paranormal genre. Ha, life’s really strange, isn’t it? The one thing I’ve no knowledge of is also the same that comes most easily to my imagination and I’ve had no trouble describing it in all its gory details, including a human sacrifice Aztec style in Sacrificial Sex. Well, maybe that’s why it’s a nominee for the 2010 EPPIE Awards LOL



Any new releases on the horizon this year?
Absolutely yes. February 1^st is the starting date of my new series, Virtus, a fantasy, paranormal saga about a prince, his lover, his woman and a mysterious three-sided
pyramid. In the first release, The Sex, out February first from eXtasy Books, my heroes get to know each other intimately, I’d say, and set off on a journey that will uncover the truth about themselves and their world, Sendar. In the second release, The  Game, the journey continues inside a twisted erotic game that will try to prevent our heroes from returning the three-sided pyramid to where it belongs. And if all hell breaks loose, they have only their lusts to blame.



What are you working on right now?
Right now I’m working on a new release for Whiskey Creek Press. This is a new publisher for me so I’m very excited by the switch, not to mention the novel. Strictly gay and paranormal as in my best style, Tasting Leon’s Mark is a contemporary ménage, which starts from two soul’s reincarnation after a bloody yet passionate chase through lifetimes, only to take them to a new level, both personally and together. But it’s also a story about choices, genders, compromises and coming to terms with one’s feelings, however unwanted they may be. Here’s a sneak preview of blurb and excerpt.

Blurb
  The world is full of hunters and their preys. But some preys can become hunters themselves while others have hidden claws. And not always surrender is the weak’s alternative. Surprisingly, it can turn out to create new connections or balance pre-existing ones, which is what Leon, Sean and Janet will find out in a dangerously seductive game of sex and revelation.

PG excerpt
   Leon grinned. “I’m glad to know I was right all along.” He reached to touch his prey’s limp cock. “Your reactions were surprising to say the least.”
   “For me, too.” The blond beauty took a deep breath. “I’ve always believed women didn’t attract me. When I saw them half-naked at the beach or on magazines, I didn’t feel anything, physically I mean. When I see a man, instead, every sense becomes alert, my mind starts picturing sex with him, even if I don’t like him that much. This has never happened with a woman.”
   “If it makes you feel better, it didn’t this time either. You liked one woman, which doesn’t mean you have to like them all. Like me, I only feel something for you, not for men in general.”
   The blond beauty was silent for a while. “Maybe you’re right, but I don’t know—”
   Leon forced him to turn around and look straight into his eyes. “You’re just worried you’ll lose your gay identity if you admit you like a woman. But I know you’re much too intelligent to let generalizations blind you. Gay doesn’t define you. It simply limits your choices. You’re a person, first of all, who happens to have his own particular tastes, which should never, ever become a label.”
   The dazzling blue eyes flashed in anger. “Funny of you to talk like this since you’re the first to deny our relationship, afraid to let people know you’re doing it with a man.”
   Leon searched the beautiful face for a moment. “You’re right, it’s my problem, too. If I haven’t told anyone, except Janet—”
   “The Kitty?”
   Leon grinned at the appellative. “Right. I guess in a way I have the same problem, as if by admitting I liked you, I was denying what I always felt was my heterosexual nature.”
   “That’s what defines us, lover.”

   “Well, it shouldn’t because we miss out on life’s infinite possibilities. And we, above anyone else, should make it true for our current lives since we denied it in our previous ones.”

Thank you for joining me, Laura. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?
Thank you, Rie, for having me. As a last thing, I’d like to leave your readers the links where they can find me.
Website 

MySpace
Facebook
Twitter

Goodreads


EXCERPT FROM TO SEDUCE A SOULMATE (EROTIC M/M/F)
Oddly though, his greatest boost came from the man on the opposite side of him. Green eyes flashing mischievously, Martin goaded him to surrender to the pleasure, playing a game that did not include the woman at all. She became irrelevant, her body used only to connect the two of them in a greater pleasure they could share together, however impossible that sounded. And Martin wrapped him into a magic all his own, which the pirate soon discovered inescapable. With a groan, he sustained the green provocation  pushing into the woman’s mouth at the same rhythm Martin shoved in her pussy.
“So you appreciate the game,” the blond devil grinned, evidently understanding Drake’s reactions. “But let’s make it more interesting.” Without waiting for confirmation, he slipped out, flipping the woman down on her back.
She did not complain, especially when he grabbed her legs to pull them up to his chest. “You know what I’m gonna do now, right, Pirate?” Martin’s Irish accent taunted.
With a shiver, Drake realized he knew exactly what the devil meant so it was no surprise to see her ass come up in front of the hungry cock. Flashing a grin, Martin pushed into the narrow hole just as Drake settled on his knees to reach for her open mouth. They pumped her together one more time almost moving at the same tempo, the game focused on them alone, uncaring about the woman. To Drake, it felt as if he was having sex only with Martin, without the intermediary, excitement flowing like an electrical current directly between them.
“But we could be closer,” Martin suggested. 

The Gingerbread Tryst by Nichelle Gregory

Title: Release Date: December 28, 2009
Author: Nichelle Gregory
Author website: http://www.nichellegregory.com
Publisher: Noble Romance
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Genre: Fairytale/Fantasy

Blurb: Meet Marisa, a restless homemaker who spends her time baking, masturbating and dabbling in magic.  Happily married, Marisa only wishes her husband Don could keep up with her insatiable need for sex.  She craves orgasms daily and her sex drive has become a sore spot in an otherwise happy marriage.

Determined to find a solution to ramp up Don’s libido, Marisa has turned to magic.  After trying magical amulets and oils, Marisa discovers a book that contains wish spells.  Throwing caution to the wind, Marisa experiments with a magical spell with the intention of making her naughty gingerbread cookie a real flesh and blood man!

  

Taken by surprise…literally, Marisa indulges in a delicious sexual rendezvous that ends up going further than she could have ever imagined.  A Gingerbread Tryst is a delightfully sexy tale filled with thrills and surprises! 

Welcome Nichelle Gregory, it’s nice to have you here. What is your latest Author Offering? 

The Gingerbread Tryst! 

What is The Gingerbread Tryst all about? 

A woman who is unhappy and restless, so she makes herself a play mate!

What was your inspiration? 

First, I love fairytales and I've always been fascinated by the story The Gingerbread Man story.  The idea of creating a delicious, naughty gingerbread man that actually came to life was too good to pass up!  I wanted to take the story and create a fun, sexy adult version for readers who like to read on the wild side!

Why the fairytale or fantasy genre? What’s the draw?  

Both provide the ultimate escape from reality where anything is possible.  I love creating characters and developing a setting without any limits on my creativity!

Now for the good stuff! It’s a brand new year, how did you celebrate New Years? 

With family, friends and chocolate martinis! 

Did you make a New Year’s resolution? If so, care to share?

I'm resolved to write more, write well, and write what I love!

What do you have planned, publishing wise, for the New Year? 

Ok, well I have another sexy short in the works for my Erotic Enchantments series.  I've just about completed a hot full length paranormal book and I'm currently finishing up a fairytale novella! 

Good luck in all your endeavors in 2010, Nichelle, and thanks for joining me!

Rie, thanks for having me!  :0)

Excerpt:

      Looking around her kitchen, Marisa tried to think of something harmless she could cast a wish spell on. She was curious and anxious to try the incantation, but she needed to test the spell on something first before using the magic on Don. Her eyes fell on the gingerbread cookie dough.

      Perfect!

      She hurried back to the dough, rolling the softening ball flat with her wooden rolling pin as a delightfully naughty idea popped into her head. Grinning, she used her knife to carve out the biggest gingerbread man shape she had ever made. She placed raisins on the crown of the cookie for his hair, milk chocolate pieces for the eyes and nose, and added red hot candies for his mouth. She carefully piped blue frosting on the cookie for the shirt before standing back to look at her handiwork.

      Giggling, she carefully placed a cinnamon stick between the legs of the gingerbread man. With the cinnamon stick standing vertically, her aroused cookie looked like he had a very long cock. She added more raisins for his balls and used her knife to carve muscles into the arms of her cookie man.

      Marisa shook her head. If Don saw her now, standing here gawking at such a freaky creation, he’d be disgusted. Grabbing the book, she studied the incantation for the wish spell. The bookstore owner’s warning replayed in her head, but Marisa wondered what harm could come from wishing the cookie was a man . . . a real flesh and blood insatiable man. He would be just like the mischievous cookie in the classic fairytale from her childhood except he’d chase after her and . . . .

      Pound my pussy until I can’t take it anymore. Marisa laughed out loud at her dirty thoughts.

      She stared at the fragrant brown dough in front of her again, taking in a deep breath. What was she waiting for? The spell couldn’t possibly work. Exhaling, she quickly spoke the words of the wish spell before she could change her mind.

      For a few seconds, nothing happened. Marisa was just about to turn away when she noticed a twitch. The little gingerbread man had moved!

      Screaming, she backed away from the island until her bottom hit the wood cabinets behind her. She watched the cookie dough flutter and shake as it rolled back into a ball, then it traveled to the edge of the island and fell onto the floor.

      Breathing heavily, Marie stared in shock as a figure began to rise from behind the marble island. Her gingerbread man continued growing in height and thickness as she gripped the counter behind her, transfixed by the magical sight. She couldn’t take her eyes off the flesh and blood man now standing before her. He had sexy brown skin the color of molasses, soft black curls on the crown of his head, warm brown eyes and a full mouth turned up into the teasing smile she had designed. His muscles looked huge beneath the thin cotton blue shirt she had piped on just moments ago.

      She watched him walk toward her with slow, unsteady steps. He came from around the island, moving more rapidly as he gained his balance. A gasped escaped from her lips as her gaze traveled down over his flat, muscular stomach to the enormous erect cock bobbing in front him. The taut flesh was so big and long that despite her disbelief and fear, Marisa’s pussy began to tingle.

      “No, no, no! This isn’t happening!” She cried, moving away from her delectable fantasy turned flesh.

      “Run, run, run as fast as you can, I’m going to catch you . . . I’m your gingerbread man!” He called after her as she raced around the island.

With Ed Williams

Title: ChristmaSin': A Juliette Christmas Epistle

Release Date: 11/1/2009

Author: Ed Williams

Author Website: www.ed-williams.com; www.christmasinthebook.com

Publisher: Champagne Books

Buy Link: http://www.champagnebooks.com/books/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=82&zenid=66c36dcf505f1d76085a6dee1e364f98

Genre: Mainstream Fiction/Humor

Blurb:

"The walk back into the house is a lot longer on account of toting this heavy-ass wood, and by the time we both get inside,we are hassling pretty hard. Ed Jr. turns, looks at us, laughs, and then tells us that he is going to recite an old Christmas poem for us that he’d heard many years ago. We know that it is going to be good, when he tells us to sort of listen out for Mama, and that if she happens to come into the room, mum’s the word. Once we all understand the ground rules, my dad clears his throat and recites this tender rhyme for us:

“Santa’s outfit is red and white, it’s all that he has, but it fits just right, his boots are black, his balls are blue, being cold all night does that to you.

He has a doll for Cindy, a dog for Fred, and a New Orleans woman, sittin’ in his sled.

He laughs so jolly, never sad nor whiny, now he’s off in his sleigh, to hone some Louisiana heiny.”

Welcome Ed, you hunkish thing, you! What is your latest offering?

Rie darlin', I've written a little rural Southern-themed Christmas novel called, ChristmaSin': A Juliette Christmas Epistle. I could say lots about it (and I hope you'll let me), but I can at least say here that it's definitely a bit different than the sugar plum and dancing fairies offerings that are so typical of this season.

What is ChristmaSin all about?

I grew up in a tiny southern community called Juliette, Georgia (its one claim to fame is that the movie Fried Green Tomatoes was filmed there). Most of the people who lived there didn't have a lot and struggled for whatever they did have. We had lots of things that happened during the Christmas season over the years, one example being the big cock fight that the men staged about a week before Christmas. Those who won their bets made their Christmas money for their families that year.

I got to thinking one day that what Christmases in small towns like Juliette were back then were lots different than what I've read in most southern Christmas literature. So, with that in mind, I got to thinking - what if I took things that really happened in Juliette during those Christmas seasons from long ago, blend them together with some BS, and tell it exactly like the 17 year old version of Ed Williams would have. I did just that, and ChristmaSin' was born.

That sounds delightful and a lot like the town I live in! How did you come up with the idea?

Honestly Rie, one day I was reading yet another southern Christmas book that made it sounded like a Waltons Christmas story. I could've gagged out loud, and my disgust actually fueled my desire to come up with something a tad more realistic.

Tell me about your past releases and a little something about yourself!

Rie, I'm kinda like the Forrest Gump of literature, truth be told. I never imagined I'd be writing books, but here I be. Past releases include:

1998 - Sex, Dead Dogs, and Me: The Juliette Journals

2000 - Sex, Dead Dogs, and Me: The Paperback!

2003 - Rough As A Cob: More From the Juliette Journals

2007 - My story, Sally the Screamer, was featured in the Southern humor anthology, Southern Fried Farce.

A little something about myself? I like Atomic Fireballs, Bachman-Turner Overdrive, riding mega roller coasters (I've ridden Kingda Ka, and front row), and goin' to Vegas anytime I can. I'm not allergic to women, either.


We have BTO and Roller Coasters in common, Ed. Now tell me what can we expect from you in the future?

Expect me to enjoy myself doin' the things I like to do. If the book sells and Ellen (Champagne Books owner/publisher) or some other publisher wants another one, then we'll talk and see what happens.

Thank you for joining me, Mr. Williams, it's been awesome. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?

Yeah, please give my book a shot, it's pretty damned wild up until the end, then we do end it with a bit of a Christmas message. Happy holidays to one and all!

EXCERPT:

(During the annual Christmas celebration at the Juliette Methodist Church, December 1972, as told by a 17 year old Ed Williams. We pick it up at this tender point...)

You total these two women up, Miss Evelyn and Miss Annie Bell, and you have two solid women who don’t back off from a whole lot. And they don’t regarding this megaton fart that Miss Simulah has just put out. Miss Evelyn gets the ball rolling when she whispers loudly, "My goodness, someone needs to change their eating habits, I think we’ve been graced with the after effects of someone who’s enjoyed a lunch of red hots and baked beans." That is a shot aimed right at Miss Simulah, cause everyone knows she loves those damn cheap ass red hot sausages (Ed Jr. said one time that she likes them because she never gets a helping of some true pink trouser sausage, but Mama came in before he could say much more about that) more than anyone around these here parts. Miss Simulah blushes a tad and looks away from Miss Evelyn, trying to act like she didn’t hear what she’d said, and that’s when she looks right into Miss Annie Bell’s face. You can tell it sort of shakes Miss Simulah up to be looking right at Miss Annie Bell, and it gets even worse when Miss Annie Bell whispers, "Simulah, we are in the House of the Lord, and what I’m about to say isn’t very Christian, but it needs to be said. I can put up with your body stink, even though I shouldn’t have to, but when you blend in the fruit of your ass with it, why, it’s just too damned much. You can either excuse yourself and go home, or else we can have a real set-too right here. I mean it. I’m not whiffing your ass pearls for the rest of this night, dearie."

It’s hard to believe that Miss Annie Bell just comes right out and says that, but she does, and Miss Simulah shoots up out of her seat like a rocket. She then bustles down her pew, walks down the aisle and leaves the church, whispering something to the ushers about leaving her stove on at home. All of our suspicions that Miss Simulah is the church stinker proved to be correct as all of the funk and farts clear up right after she leaves. Miss Annie Bell notices it, too, ‘cause she leans over to Miss Evelyn and says, "Eve, it may not have been the right thing to point out Simulah’s problem, but maybe it will cause her to stand a bit closer to the washrag tonight." Miss Annie Bell nods in agreement, and then their conversation ends as Reverend Malkinski calls the service to order.

I know ya’ll are expecting me to say that I am bored as all hell at the service, but it actually isn’t too bad. Reverend Malkinski talks about how the birth of Jesus was the single most important event in the history of mankind, and you can’t argue too much with that. He also talks about living a good life and about being a good example to your family and friends, and I guess I’m a fairly decent example of that while the sun’s up, but at sunset I sort of turn into something different. Maybe I’m a tad like the Lon Chaney, Jr./Wolfman situation, or the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde one. Rev Malkinski also talks about Christmas being a season for children, and that we should all do everything we possibly can to be good to them this time of year. He says if we do that they’ll grow up associating positive things with Christmas, Christ, and the meaning of the holiday. He then reminds us all that there were some really poor people out in the world, children who would get nothing for Christmas and who might not even have decent clothes to wear or food to put inside their stomachs. Situations like that makes my stomach knot up inside, because any man with two balls ought to be able to put some food on the table, and I can’t stand to think about any small child suffering. This isn’t masculine worth a shit to say, but it makes me cry down inside to my soul to think about any child hurting needlessly. Just the thought is wrenching, and it makes me want to kill an adult who would deliberately cause a child to suffer because that adult ought to be willing to do just about anything to help that child.

I have to make myself stop thinking anymore about that ‘cause I will bust out crying in church, so I make myself focus back on what Reverend Malkinski is saying. That isn’t the best idea in the world as the good Reverend is now telling us this lame ass story about a Christmas a few years back where he bought his wife some glass sculpture type things for their dining room table. Apparently, he liked the glass stuff, but Mrs. Malkinski obviously thought they looked like shit because she gave him some cock and bull story about how nice they were and then she told him she was going to sacrifice and donate them all to the Salvation Army so that some other less fortunate family could have a better Christmas. The whole crowd laughs pretty hard, Mrs. Malkinski blushes, and I whisper to Jenny that the Reverend Malkinski is a really good preacher. That he is, but the main reason I bring it up is so I can score some brownie points from Jenny for being so attentive during the sermon. Normally, during any sermon I’ll think about most anything other than God--women are typically my first choice, then football, and if those two fail to keep my attention I just run some good old Elvis tunes through my head. Elvis is really doing good these days, he’s doing some concerts out in Vegas and all, and there are rumors going around that he might head back out on the road again. I would give ten years of my life to be able to see him in person, but there’s no way in hell he’ll ever find his way to Juliette. Hell, if he found Macon it would truly be a blessing from God, although I wonder if God would consider blessings and rock and roll in His same thought process. I’ve gotta start thinking about something else, ‘cause God might use me as a cue ball in a pool game with the devil if He starts paying attention to all this crazy ass shit going on in my head.

Reverend Malkinski speaks a little more about Jesus and the Christmas season, and you can see all the small children in the congregation getting antsier and antsier. The reason for this is that each year our church draws names (kids only) and buys a gift for whosever name they pick. We have lots of kids in our church, so this year there is a big stack of gifts waiting for them up under the tree, and they’re ready to tear into them. When the tension gets so bad that it seems like the whole church needs to burp, Reverend Malkinski says, "Wait just a second! I think I hear what? Are there some reindeer outside? Why in the world would any reindeer be here tonight?"

All the kids start ooohhhing and ahhhing, and Reverend Malkinski walks over to a side door, opens it, and in walks ole Santa himself! Well, it’s not really Santa, but it does happen to be my Uncle Dog who’s sweating it out in the red and white suit. It’s really pretty easy to tell who it is given the cheap ass Christmas outfit that they have "Santy" wearing. The britches are about eight sizes too big, the belt is made of the cheapest vinyl imaginable and keeps sliding all over Santa’s gut, and the beard honestly looks like one of those thick old woven carpet rugs that you see on the floor in a doctor’s office. I did notice that Santy has some real rosy cheeks tonight, but I have a feeling I know the true reason for them.

Santy has his bag over one shoulder and a walking stick clutched in his other hand. As he walks over to the church Christmas tree he turns to lower his bag to the floor. When he does, it causes his other hand to come around and thwack his walking stick right into the tree. It’s a pretty solid shot, several ornaments are popped or knocked out into the crowd, and a couple of tree limbs are broken and left dangling off the tree. Santy slips up for a second and said "damn" right out loud, which causes almost everyone there to start laughing and buzzing around like a bunch of yard flies over at Winn Dixie. The Reverend Malkinski is trying to cover it all up by saying "darn" two or three times, but nobody is buying his feeble attempt at a dodge. Ed Jr. is tickled as all hell with the way Santy has just expressed himself, but he has to hold in his laughter as my mom is staring at him like a condemned man does the clock during his final hour. Of course, him not being able to laugh forces Brother and I to share his fate, as we both know that we would tote the red ass if we slip up and laugh out loud. That’s the worst thing to me about church, you have to hold stuff in sometimes when you‘d really just love to let it all out. We can’t do that, though, because Ed Jr. told me one time that, "If men could do anything they wanted, the world would be nothing but farts, jism, sass talk, and women whose legs were spread wider than the Grand Canyon." He’s pretty much hitting that one on the head, although we guys don‘t wanna admit it.

The laughter finally dies down, and Santy goes over and sits down on a big wooden chair and starts handing out presents. He reads off each child’s name, and then that particular child comes up and receives their present. Most of the kids who come up are shy. They just get their gifts from Santy and walk back to their parents. One little girl, however, is different. Her name is Samantha Griffin, and when her name is called out she walks up and takes her gift from Santa. Then, instead of shying away or running off, she looks up at him and says, "Santa, I love you and God loves you. I didn’t get anything for Christmas last year 'cause my daddy got the cancer and died. Thank you for being so good to me." If that isn‘t enough to tug at your heart, the little girl then holds her arms open for Santa to hug her. Santy does, and there aren’t too many dry eyes in the congregation while the two of them embrace. The little girl then steps back, waves at Santa, and returns to her seat. With all due respect to the Reverend Malkinski, little Samantha probably did more to remind everyone of what the true Christmas spirit is all about than anything else presented during this evening. And then some.

With Ronna Gage

Title: Mystic Journey

Release Date: 10/26/09           

Author: Ronna Gage

Author Website:  http://www.webs.com/ronnagage

Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing

Buy Link: http://www.nobleromance.com/BrowseListing.aspx?author=62

Genre: Paranormal/time-travel/historical

Blurb:

In the essence of time, few things are constant. However, two virtues remain steadfast, vengeance and love. One born of the other takes centuries to unravel and peace is nothing more than a tinge of silver lining the gray fog.

Welcome Ronna! What is your latest offering? 

Well, at this time I have 2 I’d like to tell you about. The first one is Mystic Journey, and the second is Friends and Lovers.

What is Mystic Journey all about? 

This one is very special to me. It is about 4 different characters that have many qualities in each other. We begin our journey in Medieval/Renaissance England in the year 1832, during the time of King Henry VIII’s reign. A young noble woman, Serena Willard is accused of witch craft and her execution starts our journey. Then, we go to present day Fort Worth, Texas where we meet the hero of our story. Detective Drake Boyd—Hot, virile, police officer with a gun, sharp wit, and a love for the medieval era. Drake unfortunately is shot in a drug bust gone bad. He’s shot in the head! I get choked up telling you about it. He is rushed to the hospital where we meet Dr. Sabine Williams, a young doctor plagued by recurring night mares. She is alerted to ER where she meets a man familiar to her, but her memory can’t place him. But when he stops breathing on her she is driven by something to save him. She beckons to him to stay with her. Then, our guy wakes up on a beach in some misty fog laced day. A woman dressed in black guides him to the past to mend a wrong and make it right. Trouble is; Drake wonders whose wrong for whose right. And finally, we meet Derek. He is distraught by the love of his life’s death or rather, execution. He dedicates his life to his country and fights to enforce law and order in England, life without Serena isn’t worth living. In all these characters, there is a will to live, a standard they pursuit, and a peace to gain.

That sounds like an intriguing read. How did you come up with the idea? 

In my mixed up mind, I created what-if-one-could-go-back-in-time-to-mend-a wrong-and-make-it-right scenario and took off with it.

4Tell me about your past releases and a little something about yourself!

Afternoon Delight and Tell Me A Lie are two short erotic tales from Freya’s Bower. I have received good reviews on both of these books and enjoyed writing them.

What can we expect from you in the future? 

I have a second review out right now. Friends and Lovers--a ménage F/M/F. Here is a quick blurb about it to get your taste buds rolling.

Blurb:

Kena Bass found the man of her dreams in Dan Madison, and she made sure those dreams came true. When good friend Elana suffers a personal crisis, Kena and Dan come to her rescue, helping her sort out her feelings. Passions and lust are cast away on a houseboat filled with Friends and Lovers.

This touches on lesbianism experience, multiple sex partners, trust in friendships, and of course masturbation. I got this idea from one of my good friends. She and I discussed what we would do if we were faced with the same situation and bam, the book’s synopsis was born.

Thank you for joining me, Ronna. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?

Yes, You can buy my books from the publishers of course, but you can buy from other on–line bookstores, too.

**Mystic Journey**

www.Romancedivine.com

**Friends and Lovers**

www.omnilit.com

www.allromancee-books.com

www.amazon.com

**this is for Friends and Lovers

www.bookstrand.com

And for the next year, I am writing/editing my Walking In The Shadows Series. Walking in the Shadows is living life just outside of the light of love, in the darkness just beyond our sight. It is interpreted in two stories (at this time, could be 3), but book one Her Deadly Secret deals with a recovering a anorectic who meets and falls in love with the former bad boy of rock and roll.

Book 2 Deaf Angel deals with the vanity celebrity life plays in rock music.

Thank you for having me. I hope you all the best and success for the Holiday Season. To you and all your fans.

With CJ Black

Title: What You See

Release Date: 10/12/09

Author: CJ Black

Author Website: http://cjblacksatin.blogspot.com/

Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing

Buy Link: https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=66

Genre: contemporary, m/m, erotica

Blurb: When the older man starts frequenting the restaurant where Adam works, he doesn’t know what to think. Kent is everything that defines success and wealth. What could he possibly want with a college kid like Adam?

Kent is going through a bad divorce, but he knows what he wants and who he wants. He makes his move, but following a brief yet intense lovemaking session, Adam’s insecurities make him walk away.

Kent, refusing to let Adam go, decides to find a way to make the younger man see his worth and their need to be together.

Welcome to Author Offerings. I am so happy to have you here today and to find out what your author offerings are. What is your latest offering?

Thank you! I’m happy to be here. My most recent work is a M/M contemporary erotic short called What You See.

What is What You See all about?

You would think this is the easiest question to answer but it never is!  The story centers on Adam and Kent, two men who are as opposite as anyone can be.  Kent is an older professional gentleman; Adam is a college kid with a lot of ambition.  Kent sees this ambition in Adam and is confident that he wants him but Adam doesn’t agree.  Kent works to convince Adam that he’s wrong.

We read a lot of May/December romances involving m/f, how great that you've written a m/m! How did you come up with the idea?

Would you believe while sitting in sushi bar which is where What you See begins?  A few months back I stopped in after work to pick up dinner.  As I sat there and took in the atmosphere I thought what a lovely place to have a romantic liaison.  Normally I wouldn’t frequent a place like that because it was a little pricey which was why I thought of Kent, who was in a position to go and have whatever he wanted.

I know this isn't your first published work, CJ, so tell the readers a little about your other works.

I have several other stories out.  A M/F fantasy erotic short called Paint from Excessica Publishing as well as stories being featured in three anthologies presented by BetterSex.com.  A story of mine, A Little Knowledge was recently chosen as a weekly winner in the BetterSex.com Erotic Fiction Contest.  I also have a few free reads around published by Clean Sheets Magazine and Good Vibrations Magazine.

What can we expect from you in the future, CJ Black?

I have several story ideas in the works, including a contemporary erotic paranormal and another fantasy m/m erotic. Also, a little while ago, I finished a full-length fantasy m/m erotic novel.  I put it aside for a bit because I was having some trouble getting it like I wanted but it’s been on my mind a lot lately.  I’ve attempted in the past to find a critique partner for it because it needs work.

Thank you for joining me. Is there anything else you'd like the readers to know?

You’re welcome.  Yes, I want to say to my fellow authors, no matter what “writing defeats” you may encounter, keep going.  Don’t lose your momentum.  Write as often as you can, every free moment you can.  That’s what you do.


EXCERPT:
I’d never seen an old man move so fast; he was on me in a flash, pressing me against the side of the car. He had me by the back of the neck and pulled my head forward while grinding his crotch against mine. I couldn’t believe how big he was. I was hard in a matter of minutes. I’d never gotten it up that fast in my life. He kissed me, his tongue intruding, taking over for a moment and then he pulled back.

I stared at him, with my jaw unhinged, probably looking like a complete idiot. “What—?”

“You think I didn’t see you looking at my cock before? And all those other times you’ve been looking at me? Are you going to stand here and tell me you don’t want me?”

I was still too out of it from the kiss. My throat was tight, so I cleared it. “Why me?”

“Why do you think?” He seemed annoyed. “If you tell me you don’t want me . . . .” He pressed his jaw against mine. “Then I’ll get in my car and drive away.”