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Friday, November 25, 2011

Sloane Wolf by Margay Leah Justice

Title: Sloane Wolf
Author: Margay Leah Justice
Release Date: October 28, 2011
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Blurb: For more than a hundred and fifty years, the gray wolf has failed to roam the hills of Massachusetts, leading to the belief that they are extinct. But with a spattering of sightings across the Berkshires, the legend of the gray wolf comes to fruition. The product of that legend, Micah Sloane will go to great lengths to protect his kind from the threat of outsiders, who seek to exploit the legend for their own interests. One thing he didn’t count on, however, was finding his soul mate in the company of such men.

From the first time she predicted a stranger’s imminent death when she was little more than a child, Shiloh Beck knew she was different. Wishing to cultivate her gift, her parents made the fateful decision to enroll her in a private school for paranormally gifted children. Unbeknownst to them, the school was just a front for a research facility simply called the Institute, whose secret board members weaned gifted children from their families to exploit their gifts. Shiloh has spent the better part of her life trying to escape the Institute and reunite with the family she was told had abandoned her.

From their first meeting, Micah and Shiloh share a connection that goes beyond the normal to bond them in a way that love alone cannot. But before they can build a life together, they must deal with the fall-out when the legend of the wolves collides with the men behind the Institute.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Margay Leah Justice. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?

Thank you for having me! My Sizzling Release is a paranormal romance entitled Sloane Wolf.

What is Sloane Wolf all about?

Sloane Wolf is about a reluctant empath who, in her bid to escape from a nefarious Institute, stumbles into a world of legends and a family of shape shifters that she never knew existed. Much to her chagrin, she soon discovers that her fate is entangled with theirs, that she is a part of this legend.

That sounds fascinating. How did you come up with the idea?

It was a combination of things, actually. I was looking for an idea for a contest entry with a wolf theme and I was inspired by a movie that was popular at the time. But the part about the legend of the wolves came from an article I read in a local paper about a sighting of a wolf in Massachusetts – which hadn’t happened in something like 150 years as settlers had driven them out of the state. After reading that, I thought, Hmm, this has some potential. And the psychic part came when I was watching one of many shows with that theme and I wondered what would it be like if a psychic kid was put into an Institute for gifted children – which wasn’t exactly as advertised to her parents? Everything just seemed to flow from there!

I know this is book number one in the series The Wolves of Destiny Falls. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over?

My muse definitely high-jacked me on this one! It was originally supposed to be a novella (for the contest), but I over-shot that by at least 10,000 words. Little did I know that the scope of the story wouldn’t be contained in one book, let alone a novella!

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?

Read everything, hone your craft, develop a tough skin, and don’t give up. If you really want to be published, you will make it happen.

Tell the readers about your backlist.

My first book is called Nora’s Soul, which was originally published with Second Wind Publishing, LLC, but I have other plans for it now.

What are you working on now?

Oh, too many things! Of course, there is the next installment of The Wolves of Destiny Falls, a revamp of Nora’s Soul, which is also book one in a series, and my NaNo project, If You Can See Me, which is about a psychic who uncovers the tragic past of Bentley Manor as she’s trying to prove, on request of the owner, that it’s not haunted – but of course it is!

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?

No evil day job! But I do take care of a daughter with disabling physical and psychological issues, so it’s kind of like a day job! I just carve out the time. That’s the secret. If you really want to write, you will find the time to do it. Period.

What is your creative process?

Wait – there’s a process to it? No, seriously, that’s a tough one because sometimes, I’m really disciplined and write out extensive notes and outlines, and other times, I have a general idea when I start out and just fly with it. Sometimes, I feel like the book just writes itself and I’m the one taking dictation!

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?

I think they’re pretty cool with it. They always knew it was going to happen – I kept telling them since I was a kid, after all!

I’m an October baby and fall is my favorite time of year. What’s yours?

Oh, I love Fall, too! Maybe it’s because I’m a November baby – or just because everything is so pretty in New England this time of year.

What did you do for Thanksgiving?

I shared it with my daughters, one of whom came home from college for the weekend.

Do you have a favorite Thanksgiving memory?

All of my Thanksgiving memories are my favorite because they’re shared with family and I am a family-oriented person through and through.

What is your favorite Thanksgiving Day food?

Besides the turkey, I love the stuffing.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?

I’d love for them to know where to find me on the Internet. Here are some of my hangouts:

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Sloane Wolf?
Of course!

Shiloh nearly leapt off the sill as his hand touched her knee. It took every ounce of will power she possessed to remain seated and appear undaunted by the gesture. “I am…much better now…thank you,” she said, becoming more unnerved by the presence of his hand by the minute.
Oh, this was not good, not good at all. The longer it remained there, the stronger her impulse to bolt became. Oh, no…
What was it about this man that rattled her so and with so little effort on his part? Sharing the same air with him was enough to send her pulses to the moon—and her mind somewhere else, something new for her. Being this attracted to a man was beyond her realm of experience.
She didn’t know what to do with it—or about it. Should she do anything? Should she pretend indifference? And why wasn’t he so deeply affected? It wasn’t fair.
Still confused, she gave him a weak smile, intent on backing up her previous claim with the gesture. She feared it failed miserably.
When Micah returned her smile and lifted his hand from her knee, she felt precisely one second of relief before he shook her world again by caressing her face in parting. She stumbled back against the frame of the window, her lips parting on a startled breath as a lightning bolt shot through her at his touch. Something flickered in his eyes at her reaction—pain, perhaps—and he retracted his hand, balling it into a fist as he turned away from her, preparing to depart.
In an instant, she realized her mistake. Along with it came the knowledge she couldn’t let him go away angry or upset. After everything he and his family had done for her, she owed him that much. She grabbed him by the shirtfront to stop him, and a shock of awareness shot from her hand directly into his heart, just beneath it. She could see it in the gaze he leveled on her then, could hear it in his breath trapped within his lungs, feel it in the missed beat of his heart.
But then, all sense abandoned her, and her heart skipped a beat as he held her hand firmly to his chest with one of his own and lifted the other to her head, anchoring it against the window frame. Slowly, his eyes never straying from hers, he leaned across the space separating them. His lips brushed hers, like a whisper, before he withdrew, tilted his head to the side, and advanced again. This time the kiss was fuller, penetrating her every defense, both physical and emotional, but still not long enough for her. He retreated once again after a fraction of time and hovered before her, scarcely an inch away. Watching her. Waiting.
Her heart beating a frantic tempo now, Shiloh abandoned all of her reservations and her good sense to swoop in for a more vigorous kiss. So vigorous, in fact, she knocked him off his perch through the open window. Only quick reflexes honed to perfection at the Institute prevented her from tumbling after him.
Bracing herself against the sill, she leaned out the window as far as she was able and watched his descent from the slanted roof to the ground below. She lost sight of him the moment he slid beyond the reach of the light from her window. But then she heard him land with a thud—and a howl—on the ground in front of the back porch when he failed to catch himself on the roof edge. She clasped a hand over her mouth to silence her reaction and waited. When he didn’t rouse right away, panic shot through her and she leaned out another few inches. “Micah? Are
you okay?”
“Fine,” he answered after a few moments, appearing beyond the overhang of the roof as if to prove it to her. “Nothing hurt but what’s left of my pride.”
Relief coursed through her at his statement, and she allowed herself the laugh she’d literally held back before. Her mirth was cut short, however, by his next words.
“Hey, Shiloh! We’ve got to stop falling for each other like this.”
His laughter followed her as she ducked back into the room. She could still hear it even after she closed the window, though not as well. Oh, Lord. She rested against the cool pane of glass and touched her still-tingling lips with shaky fingers. Was she? Falling for him? Was that what this crazy-mad feeling inside of her was?
The question plagued her long into the night.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Peter & The Pumpkin Patch by Andrew & Patti Miller

When Peter's family moves into the city, everything is different for Peter. Now they are living in an apartment instead of a house, but at last he meets Emily, who lives in the same building. Emily has a magical garden on the rooftop but Peter has no idea how that garden is about to change his life!

Meet Andrew & Patti Miller, the husband and wife author team. They live in sunny Las Vegas with their three plotting, and now famous, furry children Elliot, Sophie, and Tessa, who, by the way, is the star of her own book: The Trouble with Tessa. They write for a young adult and children's audience.

Andrew & Patti's website

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All Hallow's Eve by Cathy MacKenzie perfectly sets the scene for a 
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A Halloween To Remember 
by AP Miller is a story of love, loss, and love
refound that you won't want to miss. 

An Irish Halloween by Kiki Howell is a sweet tale of one woman's search
for the parents who gave her up for adoption. But what she finds in
Ireland is much more than she ever expected.

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Love's Golden Dream by Bobbie Shafer

Aimee Amelia McKay was an innocent lady of society until she met Marcus Alexander, who told her everything she wanted to hear. Against her father’s wishes, Aimee ran away to California with Marcus and wound up an abused, neglected, and battered woman. After managing to hold onto a few of her mother’s jewels that Marcus hadn’t yet gambled away, Aimee escaped, bought passage on a ship heading to South Carolina via South America. Finally, she would be free but with no place to go, she only hoped she would be able to start a new life far from Marcus’ reach.

During the voyage, Aimee learned the ship’s cargo hold was full of gold from the mines in California, headed to New York. She also met Abram, an elderly Jewish man, whom she befriended. However, that trip would never see New York City. While in the warm gulf waters, the ship ran into a hurricane and began to sink. Only women and children were allowed into the lifeboats but before Aimee was lowered down, Abram thrust his satchel and money belt, both filled with gold, to her. Watching from a distance, the women witnessed the ship sink believing every man left aboard perished.

When the survivors arrived in Charleston, Aimee had a plan. She would escape not only the chance of Marcus finding her, she would become someone else completely – someone Marcus would never recognize. Arriving in Sycamore Grove, Aimee settles into life as Mack Kaymey, a wealthy man who lost his family, and with ill health, only wishes to buy a home and remain secluded for the rest of his life. But when a young, Negro boy appears, Mr. Kaymey discovers a camp of runaway slaves living nearby, and sets out to help them.

But it seems that no matter how well we cover our tracks, the past and the truth has a way of finding us. Can Mack Kaymey avoid Aimee McKay and her problems forever, or will Love’s Golden Dream finally find her in spite of herself?

Author Bobbie Shafer brings her first full-length novel to life in the first of the Secrets of Eagle Creek books, Love’s Golden Dream.  (Dancing With Bear Publishing –, 520 pp., paperback, $12.99, release date 10/15/2011). Bobbie Shafer does a wonderful job of bringing the serious subject of domestic violence to the forefront of a novel that will leave you cheering for the heroine and swooning for the hero. Love’s Golden Dream is an instant hit with romance lovers everywhere, and a perfect read for the long, winter days ahead.

Bobbie Shafer is the author of over 300 short stories. Love's Golden Dream is her first full-length novel. She is a member of the Texas Writer's Guild, married, mother of four, and lives in south Texas.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Title: Blood On The Feather
Author: Melinda Elmore
Release Date: 09/15/2011
Publisher: Dancing With Bear Publishing

Blurb: Archeologist DeShay Graywater finds much more than she is looking for on a dig on Lakota Sioux land. When detective TJ Hawke and FBI agent Melina Wolfe team up to investigate the murder of a young Sioux woman, much more than the case, and their shared past, present problems.

Adventure, Native culture, and mystery combine in Blood On The Feather to make this a romantic thriller that keeps you on the edge of your seat and your heart pounding.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Melinda Elmore. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
It is a romantic suspense, title Blood on the Feather

What is Blood On The Feather all about?
A young aspiring Lakota writer is found murdered on the reservation. It will take a lot of work for the local Tribal Officer T.J. Hawke and FBI Agent Melina Wolfe to uncover the web of deceit to find out why this young lady was killed.

That sounds like a great story. How did you come up with the idea?
My love for all Native American tribes grabs my heart and pulls me to write the stories. This story in particular was close to my heart for the Lakota and of course, for Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
First, I would like to say it is difficult and time consuming but if you truly want to become a published author the key is to never give up. No matter how many rejections you get, tuck it under your belt and keep going.

Tell the readers about your backlist.
My first book, Native Dreams came out in 2008 and it is not about any particular tribe. It is the love between two people and the struggles they endure at the hands of the white man.

My second book, Native Spirit was published this last February. It is not on a particular tribe either. It is about the struggles the American Indian dealt with when the white man captured them.

Blood on the Feather is my third book, and I consider it a romantic suspense. I have many more books in the works.

What are you working on now?
I am currently working on a mystery novel that has Apache and Navajo culture in it. I am using a lot of their culture and beliefs. I plan on making this a series. There are numerous murders occurring on the reservation and there are clues being left for the Tribal Officer but when his close friend falls victim and ends up in the ICU, it turns personal.

Do you have an evil day job, if so, how do you find time to write?
Yes, I do have a day job. I am a 911 dispatcher. I find the time every day to write because it is my heart and soul. Even if it’s just a page.

What is your creative process?
First thing I do when I start a book, is I research and research. Then I sit down and put the characters together on paper. From there I use my imagination and before long, they come to life.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My family is my biggest fans. My wonderful husband of 24 years encourages me all the way and does all the house work and cooking so I will have time to write. Wonderful man.  My son and daughter say they have a cool mom. As far as friends, most that I attended school with say, “Wow you really made something of yourself.” So all in all, everybody is great and encouraging.

September and the promise of fall—finally! What is your favorite season?
My favorite seasons are Spring and Fall. It's cooler in Arizona then.

The holidays will be here soon (too soon for me!) and it seems they get here earlier each year. From September through January it's one holiday after another. Does this time of year stress you out?
No, I love the holidays. Christmas is my favorite. It’s a time to come together with my family and celebrate the birth of our Creator.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
Well thank you for having me. I would like to say thanks to all my fans, you are the greatest.

And before we go, how 'bout a juicy excerpt from Blood On The Feather?
Oh sure, here you go!


     "Confirmed blood match ninety-nine point nine percent match for Abby Winters. Also positive for drugs in her blood." 
     Now he would have to contact Abby's mother again. The most dreaded part of his job but to add more anxiety to the situation, he had to tell Mrs. Winters' that drugs were in her daughter's body.
     Hawke set his cup on the table and rubbed the heels of his palms in his eyes. Sleep. He needed sleep. No doubt it would only come in fits and starts until this case was solved. 
     "Does anybody have any ideas? Somebody killed this young woman and we have to find out why." 
     His heart hurt and he knew he would go to the end of the world to bring justice for Abby and her family.
     "We must speak to Missus Winters. She may give us an idea of who could have done this," Agent Wolfe said, folding her arms.
     Hawke glanced at DeShay, who sat quietly. Her eyes darted back and forth as if her thoughts ran wild, remembering, searching, and calculating.
     "Who could have done this to such a young, aspiring person? Abby was known on the reservation as a girl who strived to do the best she could. She wanted to be a writer. There was no way she would be doing drugs." DeShay shook her head. "No way. I'm betting that she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. There would be nobody wanted her harmed."
     "Do you have any ideas who, since you remember some of the battles her mother was involved with?" Hawke asked.
     At first, DeShay's words seemed to stick in her throat, then she cleared her throat. "Abby's mother had several disagreements with a lot of people. At the time of Abby's disappearance her mother was going up against a company called Double A Industries. They wanted some land near the Black Hills area to build a big housing development.       
     "After Abby disappeared, her mother lost all interest in the project. The company never started any work on the site but it's just a thought. They had big plans. The map I saw revealed not only a housing development, but also a golf course with a hunting lodge for the rich. 
     "Amy Winters fought hard against it because she knew it would not benefit our people."
     Agent Wolfe leaned forward in her chair. "DeShay, do you know if Abby had a job?"
     "Yes, she worked for Ian Guidara. He owns a restaurant in Cactus
Springs. I believe the name of it is Guidara's Steak House. Rumors were she was dating the owner."
     Agent Wolfe and Detective Hawke's eyes locked. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? If Abby was dating the owner, he may have the clue to solving this murder because he would be closest to her and know who she knows."
     "I agree Hawke, we must start with the boyfriend first, and see where that leads us," Melina said.
     Hawke closed his eyes and offered a prayer to the Creator and Spirits. "Please place a hand over my people and guide us in the right direction. For the one who walks the Red Road will always make the right choices. Thank you Creator."

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Friday, July 29, 2011

My Big Brother by Ike Rose

Title: My Big Brother
Author: Ike Rose
Release Date: 7/31/2011
Publisher: JMS Books
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance, historical

May 1968. High school bodybuilding champ Ed Green is excited and eager to celebrate his 18th birthday. As a "legal adult" now, he can drink with his older buddies. With graduation just around the corner, he will soon be able to move away from his alcoholic father and Dad’s sluttish young girlfriend, who’s set her sights on Ed.

But the main reason for Ed’s excitement is he’ll be seeing his older step-brother, Johnny, a Marine hero from Vietnam whom he hasn't seen since puberty. The two aren’t related by blood, but they grew up together and Ed has always looked up to his older “brother.” The last time they saw each other, Ed was a shy, short kid with thick glasses. Then Johnny had been Ed’s personal hero and protector, and his move to California devastated his younger “brother.” Now Ed plans to surprise Johnny with muscular changes to his formerly scrawny, weak body.
Only one thing has Ed worried. Though he dates girls, he’s known for a while now that he’s sexually attracted to older men. John will have to share Ed’s bed in the small house for the next few weeks, which makes Ed worry about hiding his lust for the man he's always had a crush on.
How will the hunky Marine react when he learns that not only is his kid brother gay, but Ed has the hots for him, too? Will sharing a bed with his macho big brother lead to Ed's best birthday gift ever?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Ike Rose. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
An erotic coming-of-age romance called My Big Brother.

What is My Big Brother all about?
A young blue-collar man is turning eighteen in 1968. Ed Green is excited about his planned upcoming reunion with his beloved older stepbrother, Johnny, an about to be discharged Marine hero from Vietnam who he hadn't seen since puberty hit Ed hard, bringing massive changes to his formerly scrawny body. They were separated by the divorce of their parents.

Ed is also worried about their reunion. Although he's only had sex with girls, giving heterosexuality an ample tryout, the star bodybuilder is aware of his sexual attraction to masculine, cigar-smoking men. In working class Brooklyn in 1968, he has no polite words to describe these urges he's never acted on, but the focus of his earliest masturbatory fantasies was Johnny, who will be sharing his bed during the visit.

Ed gets home from school to find his “big brother” sitting on the porch in full uniform, smoking a cigar, waiting for a night of booze-fueled male bonding. Ed is excited and nervous, but now hopeful that perhaps his gay fantasies will come true. Losing his virginity to his macho big stepbrother would be his best birthday gift ever.  

How did you come up with the idea?
It came about as a discussion of fantasies with an online friend. He ended up challenging me to write a tale focusing on an incest fantasy. I did two: this one, and one with a young man who was adopted falling in love with a man who turned out to be his birth father. My friend provided the idea of stepbrothers, my own fantasies provided the men.

I mostly write about my own period of coming-out, the late 1960's until the mid-1980's. I consider myself a historical romance writer, educating readers about a recent period when gay life was very different.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
First, get feedback: I started off posting my early stories on the NIFTY Archives ( ), adding an email address at the end of each story for feedback. I made sure I answered every fan letter, and solicited more comments by sending out a “newsletter” to these fans whenever I post a new story there. This helped me get confidence as a writer and to discover that even non-erotic romances were liked by my readers.

Second: “Keep Submitting”, and never abandon a story you like. My first published story had been previously rejected. When I saw a Call For Submissions on the Erotic Readers and Writers Association's website for a similar theme, I rewrote the old story to fit the new criteria, ending up with a much better romance four times the size of the original. The ERWA website is a great resource:

Tell the readers about your backlist.
This is my first story with JMS, a relatively new (one year old this month) company which calls itself “A Queer Small Press”. My first story was e-published in a Valentine's Day anthology called My Sexy Valentine by Sizzler Editions, who plans to release the book in print form for Christmas, 2011.

My series of short erotic romances featuring non-traditional relationships between men, called The ManLove Miniatures, is available from Smashwords at . They are 25% off during July.

What are you working on now?
I've been posting chapters of a new book, My Blue Angel, on the It's Raining Men blog ( ), which I co-write. It's my weekly posting as a Work In Progress, and my first interracial romance. The book is part of a planned series called The Rainbow Men, with each book having a color in the title, and a main character suggested by the color.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My lover of twenty-nine years is proud as punch, but he has trouble understanding that I see my characters as real people. I think he's jealous of how much attention I pay to them.

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
I'm a retired social worker, which I think gives me added insight into characterization. My lover works odd hours, so I have a good deal of time alone to live with characters.

Do you have a favorite character you’ve written but still think about?
A number of them. My favorites tend to be minor characters who the readers only get to glimpse and wonder about, but for whom I've created an elaborate back-story.

July is all about celebration. How does your family celebrate the 4th of July?
Since my birthday is July 2nd, the Fourth takes second place. My family is small, and my nephews are usually away for the summer, so we don't do anything other than a dinner for me when all the family can make it.

Hotdogs or hamburgers?
Take-out Chinese food or Indian food!

Watching community fireworks shows or having them at home?
Does the bed count?? LOL
Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
The photographer for my cover for My Big Brother is a talented young man from Russia, Andrei, who can be found at

And before we go, can we get an excerpt from My Big Brother?
Of course!

I went into the kitchen, returning with a six-pack of beer, beginning a night of drinking as we renewed our bond. In some ways, it was as if we had never been apart, since we had kept in touch so closely by mail, but in other ways, we were strangers. The last time we had seen each other, John shaved twice a month, while I had no hair on my body. Now, I  looked bigger than him because I was more muscular. We established that after three boilermakers, when he stripped to his skivvies so we could stand in the mirror and compare.
John had a great body. There was no question about it; the Marines do know how to build men. But I'd spent the last two years working on my shoulders, legs, arms and chest, so although I was over four years his junior, my hairy chest and body compared to his almost hairless body made me look more mature and larger. We were the same height, but I massed more. We stood there looking at each other in the big mirror in the hall. I admired a small Marine tattoo on his left pec, drunk enough to run my hand over it. My hand touched his nipple, and he moaned.
It was then that I finally noticed two things. Both of my stepbrother’s nipples were erect and the size of erasers, while both of us were sporting hard-ons. Confused, I walked over to the sofa to think. It had to be a coincidence. John was a fucking Marine. A leatherneck couldn’t be queer like me?
John interrupted my bewildered thoughts, “Hey, Squirt, do you get high?” I guess I looked confused. “You know, pot?” He mimed smoking a joint.
“Yeah, sure I do. Why?”
“’Cause I got some excellent shit I smuggled back from ‘Nam upstairs in my trunk. Let’s go up to our room and get wasted, Squirt.”
“Sure, Shrimp-dick.” He stared at me, startled. “I wanted to see how you liked being called a demeaning nickname. I don’t think I qualify as Squirt anymore, do you?”
He grinned. “Hell, Squirt, you can call me anything you want. I can still kick your fucking ass after my leg heals.”
“Do you need me to carry you up the stairs, Baby-balls?” We broke into drunken laughter as he struggled up the stairs in front of me. I stared at his muscular ass moving in the thin cotton skivvies. I realized that this was not only going to be a long night; it was going to be a long visit, with a hell of a lot of cold showers. Suddenly the idea of dating and fucking girls as second best seemed almost acceptable. Maybe I'd get John some double dates so I could get to watch him fucking them. I even started to think of which girls I'd fucked who might agree to being shared, figuring that was as close as I'd ever get to having sex with my stepbrother.
We sat on the bed as we smoked the joint, and a second one. By then, I was so fucking horny that I had to tell Johnny the truth.
“Uh, John, if you’re going to be sleeping in this bed with me for about the next month there’s a tiny detail you gotta know about me.”
“What? You snore? I’ve been sleeping in a barracks with a hundred grunts, so I’m used to that. If you’re gonna tell me you jerk off, the same applies. Besides, I do, too.”
He giggled drunkenly as he gave me a punch on the arm that hurt.
“No. Now, nothing I ever wrote to you is a lie. Every one of the stories about girls is the truth. But... shit, you’re gonna beat the crap out of me, but I gotta tell you the truth. I’ve never done anything about it, but I’ve known for the last couple of years that I’m.. I’m...”
“You're what?”
I shouted, “I’m a fucking queer homo faggot!”
John sat and looked at me for a full minute. Then, his lips slowly spread in a huge grin. “So am I, little brother, so am I. And I've done a hell of a lot about it.”
I sat, staring at him dumbly as he grabbed my wrist to pull me towards him.
“I thought I’d dropped dead and went to queer heaven when you came down those stairs almost naked this afternoon. Fuck, you’re so damned hot, Squir…Ed. I’ve seen a lot of hot men in the last six years, but you’re the hottest I’ve ever seen. wouldn’t happen to be...?”
His entire beautiful body blushed.
“Hot for you? Johnny, I’ve been fucking horny for you since...Hell, I suppose since I was six years old. For about three years I beat off sniffing a sweatshirt of yours that I stole before you moved away. When I saw you smoking that cigar on the steps this afternoon, I just about shot a load in my pants, you looked so fucking hot.” I put a hand on his cheek, relishing the feel of a man's beard stubble for the first time. “Johnny, teach me. Show me what to do. I’m told I’m good in bed with chicks. Shouldn't that be a good start?”

Friday, July 15, 2011

Broken But Not Dead by Joylene Nowell Butler

Title: Broken But Not Dead
Author: Joylene Nowell Butler
Release Date: June 27, 2011
Publisher: Theytus Books
Genre: Suspense/Thriller

Blurb: Brendell Kisêpîsim Meshango is of Métis heritage and a PhD university professor in Prince George, British Columbia. When Brendell resigns from the university and retreats to her isolated cabin to repair her psyche, a masked intruder confronts her. His racial comments lead her to believe she is the solitary victim of a hate crime. However, is all as it appears? After two bizarre days inflicting a sadistic captivity, the intruder mysteriously disappears.

Taught by her mother to fear and distrust the mainstream-based power structures, and with her stalker possibly linked to a high level of government, Brendell conceals the incident from the police. But will keeping quiet keep her safe?

Then her beloved daughter, Zoë, is threatened — and Brendell takes matters into her own hands. To save Zoë, Brendell searches for the stalker and confronts not just a depraved madman but her own fears and prejudices.

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Joylene. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Hi Rie, my sizzling release is Broken But Not Dead.

What is Broken But Not Dead all about? 
Métis English professor races to save her daughter from the deranged son of a powerful politician bent on being Canada’s Prime Minister.

That sounds intriguing. How did you come up with the idea?
As a menopausal and annoyed-with-life-in-general woman, it occurred to me that there weren’t enough stories about women my age. Then one day a question popped into my head. Could a good person be pushed to kill to protect a loved one?

I love that! Now, as a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
The usual: Write, read, study, analyze, learn how to critique, because if you do it well, it’ll rub off on your own writing. And learn to be stubborn. You get rejected, turn it around to your benefit, learn your craft, which means grammar, structure, POV, and promotion. Above all, keep writing.

Tell the readers about your backlist.
My first novel Dead Witness is the story of Valerie McCormick, a Canadian mother who, while visiting Seattle, witnesses the execution of two FBI Agents. Whisked away from her family and all that is familiar to her, Valerie fights back against the well-intentioned FBI to ultimately take control over her life with every ounce of fury a mother can possess.

What are you working on now?
I’m finishing up the sequel to Broken But Not Dead, titled Omatiwak: Woman Who Cries. After that I’m finishing a WIP progress about a man searching for the reason his wife was randomly run down. I’m not sure if I should title it Dead Wrong or simply Wrong.

If I can have a vote, I like "Dead Wrong"! Is there something in particular that sparks you to write something new? 
It generally begins with a question. In Dead Witness I wondered what would happen if a PI would accept that his sister was dead if he couldn’t identify the remains. Would he accept the news, or investigate fully?  In Broken But Not Dead I wondered if non-violent Brendell could be pushed to kill to save her daughter. In Kiss of the Assassin I wondered what would happen to a five-year-old child who witnessed the murder/suicide of her parents and was then trained as an assassin.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
They’re a little in awe until I open my mouth and say something corny like “Hey, what’s up dude?”

July is all about celebration. How does your family celebrate the 4th of July?
Here in Canada we celebrate Canada Day on July 1st. Lots of fun things to do. Generally, we have the family out to our home on the lake, and we fish all day long. Or at least until noon. Then the older kids water ski.

Sounds a lot like our American holiday. I'm always amazed at how much the same we are, no matter where we live. Now, the important question: Hotdogs or hamburgers?
Both. We have an open pit down by the water and it’s hotdogs, hamburgers, and baked potatoes.

Watching community fireworks shows or having them at home? 
There are a few families across the lake that seems to compete to see who has the most fireworks. It’s pretty spectacular.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
Thank you, Rie. It was fun. I just want to thank your readers for reading. If it weren't for that, I would be out of business. And I can’t imagine doing anything else. Thank you!

You've been a wonderful guest, please come back anytime. And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Broken But Not Dead?

With his free hand, he smoothed the hair off my cheek. Then he grasped my chin so I couldn’t turn my head. He shifted, slipping his hand out from behind his back and resting it on the bed beside my head. I felt something hard and cold touch my cheek. It moved along my throat… touching my chin… my lower lip. I smelled… oiled metal. He tucked his thumb in my mouth and forced my lips apart. Oh dear God! He pressed the barrel of the gun against my teeth… between my teeth. I tasted cold steel.

I tried not to gag. I hoped someone other than Zoë found me.

He withdrew the gun and let go of my chin. The stool squeaked, and he walked to the kitchen window, his arms folded across his chest.

I cried without sound.

He grabbed something from the counter and returned to the side of my bed.

I stiffened, expecting the excruciating pressure. But this time I felt a prick on the tender area of my neck while my mind registered the word syringe.

“I’ll be watching. Listening. I know everything. All the time wondering, should I hurt Zoë? Make her pay for your crimes?”


 Valerie McCormick is a wife and mother from small town Canada. While visiting Seattle, she becomes the only witness to the brutal seaside murder of two FBI agents. When she flees to the nearest police station to report the crime, she becomes caught up in a web of international intrigue and danger.  Suddenly, she and her family are in the sights of ruthless criminals bent on preventing her from testifying against the murderer. Even with FBI protection, Valerie is not safe. Whisked away from her family and all that is familiar to her, Valerie fights back against the well intentioned FBI to ultimately take control over her life with every ounce of fury a mother can possess.