Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Special Halloween Promo with the fantastic J. S. Morbius

Title: For The Love Of Leon
Author: J.S. Morbius
Date of Release: October 31st 2013
Genre: Gay Male Fiction
Format: Available in all eBook formats

Buy Link: Naughty Nights Press (available now)
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Leon wanted the same thing everyone else wants: a loving relationship lasting beyond a few weeks. All he’d ever been able to find, however, was a few weeks hot on sex, but cold on romance. The day he walks into the local pub and sees a newcomer sitting by the window, he hopes his luck is about to change.

As he and Simon spend time together, Leon realizes not everything is as perfect as he’d thought it would be. Experiencing love also means experiencing the ups and downs of a new relationship.

When Simon tells Leon they need to talk, Leon is forced to wonder... is he going to be unlucky in love yet again?

Chapter One
Sitting in the park enjoying the scorching sun, my attention was drawn to the couples there. Lying around, walking hand in hand, they were everywhere. I found myself wishing life had been kind enough to grant me a relationship like theirs. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t tried to have something like that in my life. I’d done everything to find the right person and settle down. But they had all been meaningless, intense passion and nothing else, fizzling out after months, sometimes weeks. Try as I might, no one I had ever met seemed to want to commit to a long-term relationship. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fucking great, always the star of a relationship, but some nights I would have liked someone to go out with. A meal, the cinema, or even a concert, and then home like a loving couple. Someone who didn’t just want to fuck, but someone who liked to kiss and cuddle, someone to wake up with and make breakfast for.
Just watching the crowds started to get me down and I stood up, making my way out of the park, aimlessly wandering to anywhere I didn’t have to stare at all the happiness around me. Staring in shop windows at fancy designer gear I could easily afford, but had no reason to own, pissed me off even more. I made my way to a small bar by the river I knew wouldn’t be over-crowded with more couples.
Once there, I ordered a pint and sat outside by the river’s edge, just watching the barges trundle by and the handful of fisherman desperately trying to outdo each other with their catches. Smiling to myself, I felt a lot more relaxed than I had at the park and as the afternoon drew toward evening, I started to think about the long walk back through town to my apartment. I knew I couldn’t put it off, even though I would happily have stayed where I was, watching the world drift by forever. I drained my glass and headed back into the bar. As I leaned over to set my empty pint on the counter, I saw him, sitting alone by one of the windows. Suddenly leaving seemed like the last thing I wanted to do. I situated myself on a barstool, ordered a coke, and tried not to look like I was watching him, only glancing over every now and again.
I guessed him to be around thirtyish, half a dozen years or so younger than me, and I was instantly drawn to how impeccably dressed he was. Unlike a lot of the males in my town, he wasn’t in torn jeans, combat-style trousers, or t-shirt. Instead, he was wearing black dress trousers, a light blue long-sleeved shirt which was unbuttoned at the neck, and well polished shoes.
Not only was his dress nice, but the way he looked was as well. Slightly tanned, shaved with just a hint of light brown stubble, and neatly styled, not too long or too short, brown hair. A small, gold sovereign ring adorned his left little finger, and a diamond earring sat in his left earlobe.
As I watched him, I noticed he never turned to face the rest of the pub. He kept his eyes firmly on the window as though waiting for someone, sipping from his glass.
Now although where I lived was classed as a city, it wasn't much bigger than a large town. Every time someone new appeared, they always drew attention. This man was no different, I noticed, for I wasn’t the only person keeping a close eye on him.
On the opposite side of the bar were a group of the local, so called, ‘hard’ men. They were also keeping their eye on this new stranger and seeing as I knew them as well as I did, I knew their reason would be totally different from mine.
For a few minutes I continued to shift my gaze between the stranger and the thugs, and as they stood up to leave, I decided I had a decision to make. I could either let the man leave, knowing full well the thugs would be waiting for him to step outside the pub, or I could go over, introduce myself, offer to buy him a drink, and maybe get to know him.
Keeping my eye on the man to make sure he didn’t just get up and leave, I called the barman over.
“Get me another coke please, and whatever he’s drinking.”
“Are you sure? He’s having double scotch.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
I paid for the drinks and took both glasses over to where the stranger was sitting.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw you alone and got you another,” I said, placing the scotch on the table.
“Oh thanks, that’s very kind of you.”
“Well, you’re new in town and I just thought it would be nice for someone to welcome you.”
“Don’t get too many places like that nowadays.”
“I know, but I remember what it was like when I first moved here,” I told him. “My name’s Leon by the way.”
“I’m Simon, but you can call me Si. Won’t you join me?”
“Thank you,” I said, sitting on the small stool by the table opposite Si. “So are you just passing through?”
“Hopefully I’m going to buy a place, if the property prices here aren’t as outlandish as the last two towns I looked in.”
“I guess that depends on what you are looking for.”
“Ideally a two bedroom apartment, or house if possible.”
“There’s a fair few of those at the other end of town,” I told him. “Is it for just you, or do you have a family that will be joining you once you have found a place?”
“Just me. I have no family.”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I replied, lowering my head, slightly embarrassed at my clumsy attempt to find out more about him.
“No need to apologize, you weren't to know.” He lifted his hand to wave away my apology. For the next few minutes the two of us sat there sipping our drinks, when Si finally broke the silence.
“So tell me, Leon, what do you do around here? My guess is there’s not much in the way of employment to be had.”
“No there isn’t, but I’m lucky enough to work from home as a graphic artist.”
“Wish I could work from home. Mind you, I wish I had a home, but it’s too late to find something now, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You did happen to choose the one place in town that does bed and breakfast.”
“Ah well that’s lucky then! Would you give me a moment to get set up?”
I watched Si walk over to the bar and begin chatting with the barman. I found myself staring intently at his muscular physique and firm ass, hoping, praying he was gay and wondering what my chances would be with him if he was.
“Thanks for letting me know. He only had one room left,” He sat back down, draining his glass.
“No worries.”
“So, apart from saying you wanted to give me a warm welcome to your small town, what was the real reason for buying a stranger a drink?”
“No other reason,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him the truth, not now that he was thinking of moving to the town. I wanted him to feel welcome, not frightened off by potential danger from local thugs.
“Well maybe I can return the favor another day,” Si smiled. “How about tomorrow? I’ll buy you lunch.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
Being asked to lunch by the hottest guy I had seen for ages seemed too good to be true, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment.
“Okay what time?” I mumbled under my breath before repeating myself a lot clearer.
“Why don’t you meet me here about one? Gives me time to have a look around at property.”
“One it is then,” I said, then drained my glass. “Anyway, I better go and let you get settled. Besides, I have a design I have to finish tonight.”
“Oh okay, see you tomorrow then,” Si replied sullenly, and I was sure I could see a look of disappointment in his eyes at the thought of me leaving. But work was work, bills had to be paid, and anyway the date for the next day was arranged and by now I knew the thugs would have finally given up waiting, calling it a night as well. As I stood up, Si offered me his hand and I gave it a gentle shake instantly noticing how soft his skin was. I turned and headed out into the night, a slight smile on my face. If he does hang around I am definitely going to get to know him a lot better, I thought. I walked past where the group of thugs had been hanging out, the cigarette butts and discarded beer cans giving them away, and I continued toward my place.

Author Bio:
Julez S. Morbius is the pseudonym of an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five step-children. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years, his first release was “Star Search”, was published by Naughty Nights Press (NNP) in November 2011. This was followed by an appearance in the gay male anthology, “The Boy’s Club”, also published by NNP, where he has further books released.
Julez now considers writing to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender, and cross dressing genres.
You can find out more about Julez S. Morbius at his blog, Morbius’s World
You will also find excerpts of previous unpublished works, information on current works in progress, release dates and book cover images.

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Special Promo Wednesday with Erzabet Bishop

On this sunny Wednesday, I bring you the lovely Erzabet Bishop talking about her Erotic Pagan Series. Erotica, paganism and more than one book? What's not to love? Not to mention it's published by Naughty Nights Press!

The Erotic Pagans Series: Samhain Shadows
If you were lost and lonely, where would you look for love and belonging?
Samhain has come too soon for Brigit. Her mother has recently passed and she is feeling lost and isolated in her new role as the owner of Morrigan’s Promise. She is not the witch her mother was no matter what she sets out to do. To top it off, her mother’s cat is ill, and she hasn’t heard from the dreamy Dr. Oliver all day.

Taking a much needed rest, she finds herself awakened by a murder of crows and a vision that will leave Brigit’s world upended.
Will a blessing from The Morrigan help Brigit find her own power?
Does a visit from the sexy Dr. Julia Oliver hold the belonging she seeks?
**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**


“Are you ready for tonight?” Jasmin tucked an errant raven curl around her ear and tidied the shelf next to the register. It was full of seasonal frivolity, pumpkin candles and stuffed witches riding on broomsticks.

Nodding absently, Brigit laid out the dried oregano from the garden. “Are you going to be here for the cooking class next Wednesday?” She minced it into small pieces and scooped them into a large glass jar, sealing the lid with a twist. She moved on to the rosemary. One of the things the shop was best known for was the home grown herbs.

“Yes. Have you decided what we will be making?” Jasmin restocked bags and watched as one of their regulars, Ms. Busby fussed around the Halloween display and selected a bag of gummy bats. “For my granddaughter Elise.” She laid the candy on counter and smiled at Brigit. “You look so very like your mother. I am sorry she won’t be with us this year. I remember how much she loved Halloween.”

Brigit looked up from her herbal preparations and fought not to give into melancholy. Coaxing her lips into what she hoped resembled a smile, she willed herself to relax. The woman really was a dear. “Thanks for stopping in Ms. Busby. Give my best to your sister.” She brushed her hands on her well worn jeans and pulled down the tight fitting purple tee with “Boo” written in sparkling silver letters across her chest. It was one of the last gifts her mom had given her and it felt good to wear it.

“I will. Happy Halloween!” The older woman smiled and gathered her purchases, her plump body moving toward the door like a small force of nature.

“Thanks Ms. Busby. You have a great Halloween too.” Jasmin chuckled. The woman was no more a witch than her Uncle Francis. Ms. Busby waved goodbye, clutching her candy and a stuffed cat with a pointy hat.

“Thank you dears! Goodnight!” She hurried from the shop and Jasmin and Brigit smiled. Her joy in the holiday catching.

“So, have you decided about whether you’re staying home or not?”

“I think so.” Brigit smiled. “Molly should have everything she needs for the ritual.” She tightened the lid back on the jar of rosemary and placed it back on the shelf.

“So you aren’t going?” Jasmin from behind the counter and turned the closed sign on the door. “Everyone will wonder where you are, you know.”

Brigit sighed. “I know. I just don’t feel very celebratory, Samhain or not. Bathsheba hasn’t been doing well and I have been waiting to hear from Dr. Oliver.”

“But it’s the New Year. You need to stop being so isolated.” Jasmin bit her lip and gave her a light touch on the arm. “I’m worried about you, honey.”

“I know.” Brigit shrugged, tears threatening to fall. “I just need a little more time to deal with her passing, Jas. Bathsheba is lonely for her too. She’s an old cat and I’m worried.” She looked at the phone and bit her lip.

“I wondered where that furry menace had gotten herself off to. Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re waiting to hear from the good doctor?” Jasmin wiggled her eyebrows and grinned, trying to lighten up the mood.

Brigit felt a blush creeping up her neck. “I…um.”

“Ha! I knew it. You and that gorgeous vet were throwing enough sparks to set a bale fire burning.” Jasmin’s smile curved upward in approval.

“She’s probably seeing someone.” Brigit moved back to neaten up the herb table.

“Do you at least have your poppet?” Jasmin picked up her sweater and purse and walked toward the door.

“Yes.” A small white lie. It was still on her worktable in the back of the shop, half made. The poppet was to represent all of the negative habits in her life that she wanted to burn away in the Samhain bale fire. She had made one every year since she had been a girl. It was something she and her mother usually took great pains to work on together. This year she had cut out the dolly and as soon as she began to stuff it with intentions, the void of her mother’s passing became too great.

Jasmin raised an eyebrow. “You really are such a liar. We’ll miss you tonight. If you change your mind, I’ll save you a place.” When Brigit shook her head she nodded. “Okay, if you need me, call. Blessed Samhain, Brigit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Taking her leave, Jasmin left, shaking her head and shutting the door behind her.

Some interesting tidbits:

Coffee or tea?
Both. Just depends on the time of day.

Heels or flats?
Flats or bare feet usually. I work as a bookstore manager and I walk a lot, so flats are much more practical.

Favorite ice cream?
Salted caramel

Favorite coffee drink?
Salted caramel mocha. You can probably sense a theme here.

What inspired Samhain Shadows?
I wanted to write a Samhain/Halloween story that captured the Pagan path and really showed the traditions used in some Pagan communities across the globe. Poppets, Books of Shadows, feathers...all of these things have meaning. The book also looks at death as a beginning and has some fun kitchen kink to inspire the more adventurous of us.

Erotic Pagan?
This series came about with a short story that became Beltane Fires, the first book in the series. Naughty Nights was impressed with the tale and a series spin off ensued. Pretty cool, huh? The idea behind the books was to highlight Pagan traditions with an erotica slant to show people how beautiful many of the traditions are if they keep an open mind. I have made the series all inclusive. There are f/f (Samhain Shadows) and m/f (Beltane Fires) so far and there are plans for more stories. I am writing Yuletide Temptation (m/f) right now, in fact and it will be out for Yule/Christmas in 2013.

If you could have one witchy superpower, what would it be?
Right now, I would love to be able to hold out my finger and zot all the housework.

How much time during the week do you spend writing?
As much as possible. On my two days off, I am pretty much planted on the two computers I work from. I write under two names and that keeps me super busy. I also write before and after my shifts at the store. My hours vary from day to day, so I adjust accordingly.

Where do you write?
At my desk in the bedroom.

Name three things on your writing desk at any one time.
Just three? *snicker*
*My stash of goodies.
*My Pop Glinda and Wicked Witch of the West figures
*Water. Lots and lots of water.
That doesn't count the absolute mountain of books, sewing things and yarn that make up most of it. lol. Oh, and my two computers. lol.

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website,  Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming), Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Sigil Fire (coming in 2014), the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation (coming soon). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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