Promo Monday with Maggie Nash

Thanks so much Phoenix for having me here today. I’m so excited – my story KINKY BET is released today!  It’s definitely got a lot of sex scenes in it!

BLURB

Who knew losing a bet could be this much fun?
Erica Nielsen agreed to a bet with her best friend, but she never imagined losing would involve a weekend of punishment at Dangerous Liaison, a BSDM retreat. But was it really punishment being trained by a sexy Irishman who takes her on a sexual journey of a lifetime?
Conal Brennan agrees to help a young woman find her submissive nature. He always enjoys being the one in control, but one look at the Nordic blonde he calls 'Fire girl' and he’s not sure who’s controlling whom.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM, spanking, bondage, voyeurism, group sex, public sex, M/F/M, some F/F action and a whole lot of kink!

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EXCERPT from Kinky Bet

©2013 Maggie Nash

Erica’s head was spinning a short time later when she found herself standing in a group of gorgeous people, drinking and laughing more than she’d ever done in her life. Maybe it was the new look her friends had thrust upon her. More likely it was the third margarita she was sucking through a straw like a Slurpee. She’d discovered that she didn’t even have to say all that much when half her boobs were hanging out of her blouse. Funnily enough the men were falling over themselves to speak to her. Considering she wasn’t showing any of her usual reticence, it must have been at least in part owing to the margaritas, but she really did feel different.

What the heck, she was having fun. She tapped Nicole on the shoulder, gesturing for her to join her in a recently vacated booth.

As Nicole sat down opposite her, Erica grasped her hand. “Thanks for a great night, Nic. You’re a good friend, you know that?”

“Hey, no worries, sweetie. You deserve some fun.”

“Yes, I am having fun. Who would have thought?”

“Yeah, who woulda?” Nicole giggled, as they clinked glasses. “I always knew you had it in you, and not just because of the margaritas. Just make sure you hold on to the new attitude, okay?”

“A few exotic drinks and letting my hair down on one occasion doesn’t really count as a life change, Nic, so I can’t promise I won’t go back to my old boring ways.”

Nicole gave her a wicked smile. “Not to worry, my friend. I have an idea that will blast those boring ways out of the water for good. Are you game?”

“Stop smirking at me, you’re making me nervous!”

“C’mon Erica. Play along, it’ll be fun.”

“I have a feeling I’m going to regret this,” she said before picking up her glass, draining the last of it and slamming it down on the table. “What did you have in mind?”

Nicole leant back against her seat. “For this to work you have to promise me you won’t back out on me.”

Erica laughed. “Now you’re really making me nervous.”

Her friend’s expression was serious. “You’ll just have to trust me. Would I ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself?”

A large flock of butterflies took up residence in Erica’s stomach, but one look at her best friend’s mischievous grin and she couldn’t refuse her. Not this time. Besides, she’d had fun so far tonight, hadn’t she? “Okay.” Gulp. “I think.” As her mother used to say— in for a penny in for a pound. She took a deep breath and spoke quickly before she changed her mind. “All right, let me have it. What do I have to do?”

“I was thinking of a little wager.”

“What? You mean a bet?”

“Bet, wager…the results are the same.”

“But why a bet? Why not just get me to do some little task?”

“Because a bet raises the stakes. Win or lose, it has more of an impact. Don’t look so worried. It’s just a little more incentive for you, sweetie.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“Oh come on, Erica. You can’t back out now, you agreed.”

She couldn’t resist her when she showed her that little girl pout. “Fine. So what do I have to do?”

“I’ve decided to add a bit of competition into the mix now that I’ve got your attention.” She checked her wristwatch. “Your task is simple. Okay, it’s nine thirty p.m. You have until ten thirty p.m. to pick a man you’ve never met before, grab him by the collar, and kiss him senseless.”

The blood rushed to Erica’s head until all she heard was the pounding of her pulse in her ears. Had Nic really just asked her to get up close and personal with a complete stranger? She reached out to take a sip of her drink, but her hand shook so much she gave up, putting her traitorous limb on her lap under the table. Breathe. Just breathe. “What happens if I don’t do it in time?”

“Oh this is the fun part. If you don’t make it in time, then I get to choose a suitable punishment.”

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BIO:

I’m Maggie Nash and I write romance novels. Some of them are suspenseful, some are pretty hot, and some of them are a little bit kinky, but what they all have in common is a fun, romantic ending.

I started writing more by accident than design when one day I ran out of books to read so I started writing one myself. And boy am I glad I did, because writing has become a huge part of my life.

I live with my family on the beautiful south coast of New South Wales in Australia. You can find me most days having a cappuccino at the beach!

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Sounds fantastic, and with a cover like that, I bet it'll be flying off the cyber shelves!

Promo Monday with Karenna Colcroft

And so the lady returns with her latest hot release, Beta Block, which she talked about on Friday on her first Author Chat. 


Unlikely Heroine

People often look for romance heroines who are strong, confident women who have their stuff together and can handle their own lives. Sometimes they look for heroines who are weak and shy and need the hero to “save” them, though fortunately that type of heroine seems to be less common. Nothing against
them, mind you; they just aren’t my thing.

When you say “heroine” most people might not think of someone like Brianna Wright, the heroine of my latest heterosexual paranormal novel Beta Block. Brianna—whose name is Candace at the beginning of the story—was introduced in my M/M paranormal novel Try the Tofu (MLR Press July 2012). She fled her original werewolf pack in New Mexico when a strange wolf came to the territory, abused Brianna, and turned her pack against her. The Anax, ruler of all werewolves in the United States, sent Brianna to Boston, where she found a home in the Boston North Pack.

Brianna is scared. Suffering post-traumatic stress disorder from repeated abuse beginning in her childhood, she has learned to manipulate those around her to keep herself safe. In Boston, she hopes to find a new life with people who don’t know the worse side of her, but it isn’t easy to shake her habits. Fortunately, she has found her true mate in Carlos Garza, Beta of the neighboring City Pack, and although she doesn’t believe she deserves someone as amazing as Carlos, she’s willing to try to be the mate he should have.

That isn’t to say Brianna isn’t strong. She has to be to have lived through everything that’s been done to her. She is flawed and believes she’s weak. But she’s still a heroine.

Beta Block is available from Passion in Print Press. You can find out more about Karenna Colcroft and her books on her website, on Facebook 
or follow her on Twitter @KarennaColcroft.

One commenter on this post will win a PDF copy of Beta Block. To whet your appetite, here’s a blurb and
short excerpt:

Candace Wright is new to the Boston North Pack and to Boston in general. Stalked by rogue werewolf Saul Hughes, who victimized her in her previous pack, Candace just wants to start a new life, beginning with a new name, Brianna. The moment City Pack Beta Carlos Garza meets Candace/Brianna, he knows he has found his mate. But can he help her overcome the demons of her past and escape from the control Saul Hughes still has over her?

The ringing of his phone finally pulled him out of bed at nine. As soon as he saw Brianna’s number on the display, he started smiling again. He had dreamed about her all night, including some dreams which had him hoping they would move their relationship along a little faster than they had been.

“Good morning.” He lay back on the bed with the phone.

“Good morning.”

Her tone, flirtatious and a little seductive, sent a thrill of desire through him. “Doing okay this morning?”

“Yeah. Trey’s awake, and Tobias did something with the pack.” She paused. “I feel like I’m actually part of the pack now.”

“I hoped that would be the case.” He was relieved. Having a stronger bond with Tobias would help her feel more comfortable in the pack. It would also help protect her from Saul.

“I’m sorry I didn’t—crap. Apologizing again.” She started to say something else and cut herself off too quickly for Carlos to figure out what it was. “And now I’m trying to apologize for apologizing. I think you might have a point about me saying sorry too often. I wanted to call you last night, but I felt kind of weird. Not about calling you.”

“Building a bond can do that.” Her aborted apology and subsequent babbling were adorable. If she’d been with him, he wouldn’t have been able to help hugging her.

The thought of holding her body against his did nothing to decrease his desire. “Yeah, I talked to Suzannah and she said it was normal. Anyway, I wanted to call this morning because…well, because I missed talking to you yesterday.”

“So did I.” He didn’t want to admit how much.

“The other night, we talked about having another date. I’d really like to see you today, Carlos, if you aren’t busy.” She paused. Sensing that she wasn’t finished, he waited instead of answering. She took an audible breath and said, “Today and tonight. I think—I don’t want to wait anymore.”

His heart raced. She didn’t have to say it right out. He knew exactly what she meant. Tonight she would truly become his mate. She wanted him. She was ready to be his, and for him to be hers.

Promo Monday with Donna Gallagher and Pippa's Fantasy

Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on. 
Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years.  In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport -- especially rugby league -- probably overriding her good sense.

The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK. Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.

Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.

Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.

An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.

Book four in the League of Love series

What’s a girl to do when her fantasy is within reach? Grab it with both hands, of course— then try to live with the consequences.

He was her childhood crush, her fantasy man. Pippa spent her teenage years surrounded by players from the Sydney Jets rugby league team, the fit and muscular bodies that made up the team her father used to coach an ever-present part of her formative years. But he is the only one of that group of high-profile men who has ever caught her interest. From the moment Pippa first set eyes on the handsome future star, he owned her heart. Mitchell ‘the Rookie’ Harris sauntered into her life and nothing has been the same since.

The problem for Pippa becomes twofold when she meets Rook again after years apart. Now there is the moral dilemma that, as she is signing on as physiotherapist for the Jets team in a few days, she is fully aware of the ‘no fraternisation’ rule. But then there’s the reality that her heartthrob of so many years and dreams has no clue who she is, doesn’t recognise her as the young girl whose heart he crushed years before when he refused her naïve advances. He wants her, and this could be her only chance to finally get Rook out of her system once and for all.

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It wasn’t long before Pippa didn’t have time for nerves, as the treatment room was filled with masculine bodies. The smell of liniment was strong in the air as the players were rubbed and strapped in readiness for the battle ahead. Pippa had a team of student physios to assist her as well as the usual strappers, and was busy giving advice and supervising proceedings, not really paying attention to the half- naked bodies that lay on the massage tables around the room, just the individual muscles and tendons that needed attention.

Pippa noticed one of her trainees was a little overawed and was not massaging professionally enough. She quickly moved the girl aside, and got to work warming and loosening up the player’s tight muscles—time was limited and all the players needed to be seen. The minute her hands made contact with skin, she realised her mistake. The electric charge that sped up her arm left no doubt as to who was face down on the table and her body’s reaction to him was instantaneous. 

Rook.

Pippa hesitated slightly and looked up, only to be scorched to her core by Rook’s silver eyes, as he lifted his head from the table and turned towards her. Pippa hurried to finish Rook’s massage. Her body was on fire. She tried to ignore the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers as she massaged up his well- toned calf over his hamstrings, then his lower back, fighting the ever-present urge to grab hold of his gorgeous behind.

“Sit up, Rook, and I’ll strap your ankles,” a flustered Pippa managed to croak out.

Rook slowly rolled over onto his back. It was impossible to not notice the bulge in his Speedos, as his erection strained hard against the tight material of the swimwear he wore under his playing shorts.


Pippa’s mouth went dry at the sight of his arousal. She casually dropped the towel that she had been drying her hands on over his lap, hoping to prevent any further embarrassment for Rook, and set to work strapping tape around his ankles. Strapping would give extra support and stability to the joints throughout the punishing game. When she had finished, the tape securely fastened, she finally looked up. Rook was staring at her, the hunger showing in his eyes so apparent it made her heart skip a beat.

The room was full of people, the noise levels high, and yet for Pippa, there was no one else but Rook.

Just Rook…and desire.

It was as if they had been sucked into a different dimension. The room’s sounds and smells were muted, distant. They must have held eye contact for an eternity. Just as Pippa was about to confess to Rook her reason for deceiving him— that he was her fantasy man and always would be, but that she had worried that he would again refuse her advances if he had known her true identity—Brodie summoned the team to come together for warm-up.

Pippa watched Rook drag his gaze from her. She put her hand on his arm, trying to stop him from leaving before she could make her confession, but he just shook off her touch.

Rook walked away.

Rejected her again.

Would she never learn? Pippa slumped back to her knees, trying to pull her emotions back under control.

Promo Monday with Angelica Dawson's Writing Exploits

Angelica Dawson has two titles with Naughty Nights Press. She is one of four authors contributing to the third Campus Sexploits Anthology. Her solo credit, and the story that still fills her writing time, is Blue Moon House, a BDSM house run by vampires. They require absolute obedience and absolute secrecy. The first book features Julia, who is trying to convince the other vampires of the house to agree to her Master's request to keep her and turn her into a vampire.

The vampires of Blue Moon House are typical: they drink blood and are vulnerable to fire, but they have a few tweaks as well. They can stand the sun for short periods, but are harmed by long exposure. They also have a mysterious element in their saliva that acts as a potent aphrodisiac. You want to be bitten by these bad boys (and girls). 

After writing Blue Moon House and meeting all the vampires, Angelica took on the mission of writing a story for each one. Teasers of these are featured on her blog on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. To get a sample of her writing, she has offered the following excerpt, but you can also read flash fiction weekly on her blog, particularly Thursday, Friday and Saturday. 

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Pressing Julia’s face to the bed, Sophia’s hand came down hard, making Julia wince at the stinging. Then there was burning as Sophia’s teeth broke the skin of Julia’s left buttock. Another spank and another bite.

“Tell me you are prepared,” Sophia demanded.

“I-I am,” Julia stammered. Harry had instructed her to take extra iron and over-hydrate in anticipation of being fed upon this weekend. She expected Sophia wouldn’t be the only one to bite her. All these bites were quick though, small blood loss. Julia was sure the purpose was to put Sophia’s saliva into the wounds. It had an aphrodisiac effect, making Julia start to sway her hips as she became hotter and wetter. Sophia indulged her, fingers stirring her pussy only to stop and spank her again for several minutes, long enough for the edge of pleasure to recede into pain. Then Sophia would bite again and start fondling.

The spanking was followed by a more thorough fucking, and then by a flogging. Most recently Sophia had used a wand, vibrating Julia to orgasm. Julia was covered in sweat, shuddering. Her legs collapsed, and Sophia’s hands alone kept her from falling down. She replaced the wand with a new toy, a rabbit, held inside her by a harness. Sophia turned on the settings and held Julia’s legs as the toy began to rotate and vibrate. When Julia clenched and the toy jarred, slowing its turning, Sophia’s eyebrows raised. However, as soon as Julia relaxed at all the straps pulled it back in. Julia bit her tongue, pulled against the ropes on her arms, screamed freely, but the toy didn’t budge, didn’t cease. After a while, Sophia turned up the setting.

Sophia’s blue eyes filled Julia’s swimming vision. Her last command had been to look at her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming in pleasure, in pain; her chest was heaving with the effort of her vaginal contractions, pulling her diaphragm, her thighs; all of her was consumed by the continued climax. Julia whimpered, licking her lips, her mouth dry.

“There you are,” Sophia murmured and the grinding suddenly stopped.

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Blue Moon House:

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Campus Sexploits 3:

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I'm pleased to welcome Gemma Parkes back to The Naughty Pages to talk about a new release of hers.

Hi Phoenix,

Thank you for having me over on your brilliant blog today to tell you all about
my latest anthology! I have called it ‘Erotic Encounters’ and it contains four of my hottest stories including my best seller ‘The Slipper for Rose.’

Synopsis:

• The Slipper for Rose: Rose is a bad girl. Her college is tired of her anti- social behaviour. When a new master starts working there (Mr. Philips) he thinks he might just have the solution and set's about making it at once. It is only a matter of time before Rose finds herself locked in her master's office. Her behaviour, it seems, is a punishable offence, will she learn her lesson?
• Alice’s Initiation: When Tom first met Alice she was a sweet, virginal girl of twenty three who still lived at home with her parents. A virtue that sexual predator Tom found irresistible. He soon set about seducing Alice, taking his time to gain both her love and her trust. It wasn’t long however, before he grew tired of her chaste approach and encouraged her to join him in a whole new world of sexual experiences. Alice soon became a willing participant in her initiation process.
• In Lust with Lucy: Eve is disinterested in the mindless chatter about men and relationships that she hears daily from her colleagues at work. The secret object of her own desire is a work mate called Lucy. When Lucy calls around one evening and catches Eve in a compromising situation it would seem as though all her fantasies are about to come true.
• Three’s Company? An unexpected ménage a trios brings thrills and excitement for two flat sharing young women. However, along with the excitement there is much soul searching. And for one of the girls, it is an experience that’s about to change her life forever.

Excerpt: (The Slipper for Rose)

Two weeks to the day after his arrival Mr. Philips, along with another member of staff heard a terrible commotion on the corridor outside the science block. They rushed out just in time to see Rose, with her hands full of black curls, shaking another girl and shouting very loudly in her face that if the girl had given her boyfriend head he would not have needed to get it from her. The teachers sighed before pulling the girls apart.
“I’ll deal with Rose.” Mr. Philips said, leaving his colleague to take away the shaken victim of Rose’s temper and attempt to calm her down.
“My office Rose.” he told her, turning swiftly on his heels knowing that she would follow him arrogantly.
Once inside and with the door locked safely behind them, Rose turned on the charm, her large blue eyes a picture of innocence.
“She attacked me.” she said looking incredulous.
Mr. Philips looked at her carefully. She was very pretty. Her perfect oval face
sported full, pink lips and her blonde mane of hair tumbled untidily over her
shoulders, it was as unruly as her nature. Rose certainly had a body to tempt any man, young or old, and she showed it off to him now, pushing her breasts outwards and leaning against his desk, her legs slightly apart. He felt his throat tighten. He had been patiently waiting for this moment.
“Did you sleep with that girl’s boyfriend?” he asked calmly.
Rose walked over to him swaying her hips and fixing him with a deep stare,
“No,” she said, “I just blew him.”
He groaned inwardly keeping his expression firm, “Are you sorry Rose?”
She laughed, tossing her head back so that her hair cascaded provocatively down her back.

“Why should l be?” she licked her lips, “It was really good.”
Mr. Philips stood up to his full height and looked Rose right in the eye.
“If you want to remain in College,” he said sternly, “You will stop upsetting
everybody.”
Rose pouted and flounced towards the door.
“If l have need to bring you back here Rose,” he continued, “I will take matters much further, do you understand.”
“Whatever.” Rose replied. She closed his office door behind her and thought him the same as all the rest. All mouth and trousers she laughed to herself, especially the trouser part. She could do what she wanted; the college needed her fees and would never kick her out.
Mr. Philips breathed deeply and stared at the closed door; he reached inside his filing cabinet for his toolbox before taking out his electric screwdriver, two wooden blocks and some items he hadn’t used since his last post. Then removing his jacket and draping it carefully over the back of the chair he set to work at once. He knew in his gut that Rose would be back within the week. He wanted to be ready for her.

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Author Biography.

Gemma Parkes is a freelance writer from the UK who specializes mainly in Erotic fiction. Her writing covers a variety of sexual genres.
Previous publication credits:
Anthology inclusions:
Train Whore - Girl fever – Cleis Press
Access all Areas –Back Door Lover – Ravenous Romance
Cassandra – A Wicked and Wanton All Hallows Eve – Naughty Nights Press
Scarlet – Behind Stone Walls – Yellow Silk Dreams
Novellas:
Pleasing Mia – Rebel Ink Press
Plus many self published titles, including:
Making Waves
Park ‘n Ride
Submit to Me… and many more.
You can contact Gemma by visiting her blog
http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
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Promo Monday with Xavier Harrington

This Monday, I'm welcoming Xavier Harrington to The Naughty Pages. He's here with a story of his, History Made Interesting. I've had a read and I must say, it certainly would be an interesting History class! Have a read of what is here, but you'll have to visit his blog to read the rest... 

Every college student knows that history classes can be rather boring, unless you’re a history fanatic.  I must taken a good two or three classes in my time in college, all taught by the same boring professors who just read the book without any sort of creativity.

I had to take “Interpreting the Constitution” with a professor Gina Matthews; a younger history intern, but she made the class interesting.  It wasn’t quite what she said or how she taught that caught my eye, it was how fucking gorgeous she was!  The funny part is that you don’t expect history professors to be in any way attractive; they’re either middle-aged men, or these older ladies who probably lived through most of what their teaching.

What was even more amusing was that this intern must either have a knack for The Constitution, or most just end up fixated on her gorgeous body.  Psychology would say that the more attractive someone or something is, the more you’re likely to pay attention to it.  We were lucky: Not only was she gorgeous, but she also engaged the class.

Like any good student, I asked questions when I was confused (which happened often), and met with her during office hours when I needed to bring a topic up.  I’ll tell you, when I met with her during office hours, it was damn-hard to keep the conversation on class.  After five or six weeks of classes, I had been visiting her during office hours, that we’d nearly formed a great student/teacher relationship – god knows that I would have loved for that relationship to escalate further, such as my cock in her pussy!  One could argue that students and professors aren’t supposed to have intimate relationships, or even anything beyond the classroom, but she’d declared that she was an intern.  Open season in my book!

Luckily, I was able to check her out during class while paying attention to her lectures.  She usually came in dressing professionally, although her t-shirts were high-cut where you could see some skin, but not overly slutty.  She was 32 years old and living in the area; about 5’7, medium build, curly blonde hair and what looked like 34Bs.  I was able to maintain a high C+ in her class by studying my ass off and going to see her for extra help, but I also needed to hook up with this one; she never wore a ring and she never spoke of a boyfriend in some our chats, but there are days I got the sense that she noticed my eyes on her.  I hadn’t really thought about it, but I was in her office at least once a week going over material – especially when tests were coming up.  Either other students were copacetic with the information, or they just didn’t give a shit either way; at least 3 of our office visits went beyond the normal course of office hours, and neither of us cared.  A fly on the wall would suspect that there was something going on between us, but as far as we were concerned, she was helping me with test material and I was fantasizing about fucking the shit out of her.

Around six weeks until the end of semester, I had been checking my school email and I’d gotten an email from a “gmatthews@comcast.com” with the subject “are you available later?”.  I opened it and read the following email:

Mike,

I’m sure you know this by looking at the email address, but this is Gina Matthews from the ‘Constitution class’.  I would like to meet with you at some point before the end of semester.  I’ve got something I want to chat with you about and it’s not related to class.  Talk to you soon.

Gina

Once I got the call, I looked up her office number on the college directory and gave it a call.  It wasn’t the usual day for a class to meet, so I was taking a chance that she wouldn’t be in her office.

“Professor Matthews”

“Hi, it’s Mike, from class” I responded with enthusiasm.  It was fortunate that I was the only ‘Mike’ in class.

“Hi Mike”, it was met with some silence, “what’s up?”

“I’m responding to your email from this morning.” I think she was surprised that I replied by phone instead of email.

“Ahh, okay good.  Are you free today, to meet up?”  Her voice sounded rather insistent.

“I can do that, where and what time?”

“My last class gets out at five, then I have office hours until six.  How about six’ish, just swing by my office.”

“I can do that.  Is there a problem – you sound very anxious about something?”

“It’s just been a long day, and I didn’t expect you to respond by phone.”

We ended the call by confirming the time and location and hung-up.

Around six-o-clock

The door to her office was shut, so I knocked.  The door opens and she whispers “I should be done in a few minutes.  Wander around and I’ll leave the door ajar once we’re done.”

I shot a thumbs-up and walked away.  When she spoke those words, I caught a quick glimpse down her shirt – a nice lacy bra.  To say I fantasized about what was under those lacy bras is an understatement.

As I watched her door from a distance, nobody appeared to come out.  I looked at my watch: 6:35.  I was getting a little worried that whatever she wanted to meet me about wasn’t going to happen; most professors (unless they have late classes) don’t stay much later than they need to.

Ten minutes after thinking about it, her door opens and out walks her student.  He looks over his shoulder and motions that I should head in.

I knocked on the door and is met with “Mike, come on in!”

~Xavier Harrington

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Promo Monday's with Selah Janel's Mooner

This week I welcome another No Boundaries Press author, Selah Janel!

I have come to the conclusion that I’m terrible at being a girl. This is especially true with vampires. Not only do I not like them sparkly, but I really don’t care if I ever date one, either. I get the attraction, but I like my preternatural creatures to act the way they’re supposed to. I want to be scared by monsters, and make no mistake about it, vampires are monsters.

How terrifying would it be to have someone that you trusted take a chunk out of you? Your parents, kids, lover, best friend, bus driver, postman, boss, waiter…it would be really freaky if they suddenly came up to you one day and not only tried to kill you, but wanted to feed off of you. That’s what a vampire is supposed to be: that awful, horrible what if that’s going to make us distrust those in our inner circle.

They’re even better when they come out of nowhere. I’m also a big fan of the creepy monster that skulks out of the woods for no reason other than to have his way. Maybe he stumbles onto a highway and tries to hitchhike, or maybe he wanders into a local watering hole. What if he’s in a bad mood and wants to stir up trouble? What if he’s bribed to do so? It makes you think, doesn’t it? If vampires went back to acting like vampires, it would be terrifying. True, they may not exist, but they’re plausible. It’s easy to believe they could exist. And if they could exist and could be anywhere, then nothing, no aspect of your life would be
safe.

Of course, regular humans don’t always have good intentions, either…

Blurb:

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s Bill has signed on to work in a logging camp to earn a fast paycheck to start his life. Unfortunately his role model is Big John, the camp’s golden boy known for blowing his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and the lives of so many. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows, something that badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door or does someone have their own plans for his future?

Excerpt:
For a moment, Bill thought he was imagining things or was having a particularly bad reaction to the rot gut. Blinking a few times refocused his tired gaze and proved there was, indeed, a moving pile of…something at a table close to the other end of the bar.

Nancy shuffled back towards the bar, casting a wary look over her shoulder. “Red, he’s back,” she breathed as she scooped up another tray and fled to the other side of the room. Upon closer inspection, the youth realized it wasn’t a pile of something, but a figure draped in a patchwork of skins then cloaked with half-torn, moldy furs. Most who passed his way quickly avoided him, though whether it was because of his odd looks or his smell, it was hard to say.

Red hissed through his teeth and ran a sweating hand through his thick mane. “Tom Haskins,” he mumbled under his breath for the benefit of those crowded round him.

“I thought he lived on the edge of town,” Jack replied as he glared down the length of the bar.

“He tried to start a dry goods store, and it didn’t go over too well. He had it in his mind he could make up his loss with fur, though he ain’t no trapper. He moved out to the woods weeks ago and comes into town every so often to hang round and get his fix. Just when I think he’s finally died out there, he comes round again.” Not once did the saloon proprietor take his eyes off the body hunched over a table. Every breath made Tom’s ragtag cloak shudder, and every moldy hair on him quivered.

“You want me to kick him out?” Jack offered, already shifting his weight across the room.

“Nah, let him warm up at least. He doesn’t do much; just pesters everyone for drink now that he can’t afford it for himself. Give him time, and he’ll be up to his tricks.”

Bill couldn’t stop looking away. The pile of sloughed animals slumped as the man’s head rose. His skin was a cold grey and stretched taught across his face and hands. His hair had all but fallen out, but what was still left of it hung in clumps of long, ragtag strands that were paler than dried straw. His thin-lipped mouth was open and he sucked in air in painful, erratic pants.

“Look at ‘im! Actin’ like a piglet pulled away from its ma’s teat!” Big John sneered. “I bet his clothes are fulla maggots!”

“It’s too cold for maggots,” Ben snorted. “His clothes are thin. Wonder how the hell he stands bein’ out in the woods in weather like this.” “We do it,” Bill muttered. The recluse’s head jerked at the sound of his voice; the young man immediately snapped his mouth shut.

“Yeah, but we’re used to it! And younger’n he ever was!” John’s voice was purposefully loud and carried the haughty tone that won him admiration from the other loggers. “He’s durn crazy, that’s why he don’t notice.” He cocked his head Tom’s way with a sneer. “All that time on your own turn you yaps, man?”

Tom’s head very slowly shifted towards them, and Bill shuddered. There were days he’d survived the logging camp and the extreme conditions by will power and prayer alone, all the while wondering in the back of his head what it would be like if he didn’t have even that. Looking at the vagrant, he knew.

Ben was cursing behind them. “I saw him not more than a month ago and he didn’t look like that. Solitary life don’t turn a man in that short a’ time! Maybe he’s got rabies or fever n’ ague.”

Tom’s eyes sat so far back in his skull, it was impossible to tell what color they were, though they harbored a steady, unsettling gleam. They roved over the huddled group, searching hungrily for an easy mark. Bill’s heart plummeted to his boots when the hollow glitter locked onto him. He was suddenly as cold as he was when a seventh-year blizzard hit. All the frustrations and hell he’d endured since joining the logging team, all his good intentions and reasons, all he was trying to move forward to, swelled and jumbled together in a brief, howling wind of thought. The two distant stars in Tom’s eyes were the only thing that pegged him as a stable man in his otherwise rotting and dozy appearance.

All around the little group, the saloon’s weekend life went on. The distant sound of swearing and dice clattering across the floor mixed with discordant harmonies and a half- hearted mouth organ. But in the area by the bar, all was muffled and still. It was like the snows had come without warning over the forest, smothering everything in their path with chilled silence. Bill shuddered, and out of the corner of his eye, noticed Red do the same.

“You want I should knock his ears down, Red?” John’s bravado was the sudden yell that knocked the snow from the treetops, for better or ill. He had the relaxed look of a man who’d been in his cup just enough to throw caution to the wind. “I’ll toss him out and give ‘im a pat on the lip he won’t forget!”

“Leave be, John,” the barkeep muttered. His hand never stopped wiping down the bar. Though his head was tilted down towards his task, his eyes were set on their target across the room.

“What…what you want me to do for a drink?” At first it didn’t register that that thing, that man, had actually spoken. His voice was high and reedy, and cracked the way the thinnest ice along the river did.

“Pardon?”

“What you want me to do for a drink?” His lips cracked when his mouth moved. A thin trail of spittle dripped off his lower lip and was quickly caught up by the tip of the derelict’s seeking tongue. The distant gleam in Tom’s eyes burned as his mouth formed the last word.
Otherwise, it was hard to even say how he’d made it into the saloon; he looked more than a little dim.

Enjoy a lesson of lumberjack vocabulary here!
http://selahjanel.wordpress.com/2012/01/27/the-language-of-lumber/

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Bio:
Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. Her appreciation for a good story was enhanced by a love of reading, the many talented storytellers that surrounded her, and a healthy curiosity for everything. A talent for warping everything she learned didn’t hurt, either. She gravitates to writing fantasy and horror, but can be convinced to pursue any genre if the idea is good enough. Often her stories feature the\ unknown creeping into the “real” world and she loves to find the magical in the mundane.
She has four e-books with No Boundaries Press, including the upcoming novel ‘In the Red’. Her work has also been included in ‘The MacGuffin’, ‘The Realm Beyond’, ‘Stories for Children Magazine’, and the upcoming Wicked East Press anthology ‘Bedtime Stories for Girls’. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own.
Catch up with Selah and all her ongoing projects at the following places:
Blog – www.selahjanel.wordpress.com
Fandom Scene Column – www.fandomfestblog.com/blogs/selah-janel
Free Read: ‘On Fire’ - http://noboundariespressstore.com/index.php?
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Facebook – www.facebook.com/authorSJ
Twitter – www.twitter.com/SelahJanel