Birthday Presents

Title: Birthday Presents
Author: Dianne Hartsock
Genre: m/m erotic romance, crime drama

Blurb: For Tracey, life has become a nightmare. Kidnapped from a nightclub in Boulder, Colorado, brutalized and raped by the killer known as Crimson, he’s held captive alongside Kyle, a young man Crimson keeps chained to his bed and is slowly torturing to death. Though Tracey manages to escape with Kyle’s help, he is forced to leave Kyle behind.

Gene has never stopped looking for his brother Kyle, abducted from a nightclub seven months previously. The case breaks open when Tracey comes forward, claiming to have knowledge of the whereabouts of Crimson’s hideout.

A manhunt begins, but Crimson’s birthday has come and gone, and he will kill again.

Review by Emily:
I am giving this book 4.5 stars. It’s an amazing tale even though I consider it to be mislabeled as erotic romance because there is very little erotica that isn’t directly connected to the bad guy’s actions, and torture sex doesn’t count as romance.

That being said, the story was thrilling, nail-biting, and intense. The bad guy, Crimson, has a great backstory that makes him more well-developed than his victims. I didn’t find it hard to sympathize with the main good guys while they were in danger, but they were harder to empathize with them outside of the torture because they weren’t as fully rounded as Crimson.

I loved that this book has more than two points of view. I was excited to find out who, among the good guys, was going to end up with whom. I also wanted to find out how Crimson was going to get stopped. It was a great, dark ride, and I recommend it to anyone who loves a fast, driven tale.

“I know.” Paige gave him an intense look. “I will find them, Gene.”

Gene sighed, scrubbing at his face with his hands. “How many men do we have out here?” he asked, staring into the darkness below them.

“There’s a team two ridges over, working their way toward us, and another sweeping from the west. We have Crimson boxed in, as long as no one gets careless. Another reason I wanted to stop. Can’t risk him doubling back and getting behind us.”

Gene nodded, though his skin crawled with nerves. He let out a long breath and shifted, stretching out on the hard ground.

Paige leaned back on his elbows, his gaze on the dark trees in front of them. He flicked Gene a glance. “You should get some sleep.”

“Fuck that.” Gene saw him flinch. “Can you find Crimson in this?”

“Yes. He’s very good, though. The signs I’ve been finding have been left by Tracey. A footprint here, bent twigs, a button. ”

Gene pictured Tracey as he’d last seen him: beautiful, strong, despite the shadows lurking darkly in his eyes.

“Okay,” Genes said, nerves on edge. “We’ve had Crimson cornered several times and he’s managed to get away every time. And now he has Tracey again.” He rubbed his aching forehead. “How did that happen, exactly? How’d Crimson find us?”

“I have no idea. You, Craig, Klinton, and me were the only ones who knew the location. My money’s on Craig.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Dianne is the author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy adventure, m/m romance, the occasional thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. She lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.
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Once Upon a Christmas Moon

Title: Once Upon a Christmas Moon
Authors: Christine Young, Genie Gabriel, C. L. Kraemer
Genre: Fantasy/Romance/Anthology

Blurb: Twelve Days to Love
When Archer Steele showed up at Calanthe Durand’s failing plantation with an alligator over his shoulder, Cali thought she’d never seen a more handsome man. During the war she’d had to defend herself and her servants from both union and confederate soldiers. Independent and self-sufficient, she’d vowed to never marry.
But Archer Steele has different ideas. The first time Archer had seen Cali in town, he felt an instant attraction. He decided he’d do everything and anything to convince the beautiful Miss Durand he was worthy of her love. During the weeks leading up to Christmas, he gave her twelve gifts to in hopes she’d fall in love with him.

Excerpt: Boots and Blades
C.L. Kraemer

High Desert, Central Oregon

Killian stared at the rise of rock from the desert floor. The emerging sun tricked the sky into revealing pink and blue streamers across the horizon exposing the severe lines of craggy mountains. Pine trees scented the air, and the slightest hint of sage tickled his nose.

“Where are they disappearing to? They’re much too young to be running away.”

“Master Killian?”

The young man turned his blue gray eyes from the mountain to answer. “Yes, Ms. Luna. What can I do for you?”

“Are you sitting out here at this early hour worrying about the young ones?” Luna’s black hair was braided down her back and she sported a shawl bright with her clan’s colors. She handed the young man a steaming cup of coffee. “I hope you don’t mind black. I’ve yet to milk the goat.”

Killian flashed her a seldom seen smile. “Ms. Luna, you make the best coffee in the desert. Black is fine.”

Taking up a spot next to him on the porch, she turned her attention to the mountains admiring the soft colors of rose and tan springing to life in the morning sun. “What is it that haunts you so?”

“The illogicality of it all.”

“Aye, I figured that. It is indeed illogical. The children are too responsible to leave unannounced, yet they are snatched from their beds in the middle of the night with no clues.”

Killian sipped the wicked black brew and allowed the liquid to spike his taste buds. The brilliant light of a new day was caressing the landscape and warming the air. “The kinders disappearing are not inclined to run off. They are the eldest and most reliable. These missing make no sense. They don’t happen in the same area or at the same time. They’re completely arbitrary and being so—random—has given me pause to find a method. If I were to discover a pattern, the recovery would be simpler.”

Luna watched the anguish distort his handsome young face. His blue eyes clouded to a dark grey when he spoke of the missing children, and his normally full mouth stretched to a tight slash across his face.

“I don’t wish to sound cruel, but none of these are young ones of your own family. Why take their absence to heart?”

Killian relaxed his scowl a bit, and a smile began to touch his lips. “Because it is they who will be the leaders of our clans in but a few short years. I had hoped to retire my sword someday to warm my boots by a fire. Having a mate and young ones around isn’t such a bad idea.”

He automatically sipped his dark brew. It would indeed be nice to warm my feet by a fire with a mate and children. The problem being I’ve found no person who makes me think in such terms.

“Well, I must admit, Master Killian, I never would have thought you to be the settling type.” She picked up his cup, returning from the kitchen minutes later with fresh coffee in the container.

“Neither had I, Ms. Luna, neither had I, however, aside from our missing young ones, there has been no conflict between the clans, nor have the Others tried to interfere in our affairs in a very long time. It is a good thing for many but for me, what good is a warrior without a war?”

Luna could only agree with his forlorn assessment; what good, indeed, was a warrior without a war? “Maybe a solution will arrive in the near future. You never know.”

Killian shrugged his shoulders. Who knew indeed?

Review by Amber: I’m giving the whole book 4.5 stars. Each story and each author have their writing styles but they all blend together.

In 12 Days of Love, there is an extremely strong female character who owns her on plantation. Except she is struggling as she has little cash since the civil war took her father away. She is being courted by a man well known for the fact that he wants a woman who has money and property to earn back what he lost. Then comes the hero of the story, Archer. He saw her earlier before the book and fell in love with her on first sight. He has to work hard to earn her trust. She is wary of men as the soldiers had often come to take whatever they wanted. He does this by providing practical thins such has seeds to plant, extra workers to help get things fixed ups, and food.

The ending is sweet and heartwarming, and I love what they ended up with the money grubber man that was the villain

Boots and Blades was probably my favorite of the three books in the anthology. Magic abounds everywhere in this tales. There are goblins and something that is like a vampire. Now that the war is over the main female character is at her wits end trying to find something to keep her busy. Being a warrior from birth, she’s having trouble fitting in. Then she gets a summons from her Aunt Luna about missing children and needing her find them. There is a great deal of humor in the story, as Tia and her pony do not see eye to eye.Tia and Killian reluctantly team up to find the children. As it turns out though, all that was needed was Tia’s mom and her aunt who possess strong powers.

Christmas Possibilities is the last book in the anthology and the one that is probably the most fun. Do you believe in Aliens, well in this book many people do? There is even a group called the green Men who are supposed to find these aliens on the planet and offer them protection and gain knowledge. unfortunately
is this book, the power has been abused and aliens are being caught and tortured.

On top of that there is a tie machine which has brought Ryan’s wife to him. Darcy. Their lives are turned upside down when they are requested by aliens that look like dogs to help their Queen give birth to puppies. Although the GIG men know that they are there, they can’t find them thanks to some great clocking technology.

My favorite part is when the GIG Commander is found out to be a traitor. The blue haired women break into the building with the media right behind them.

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Author Bios
Christine Young Bio

Born in Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate, and a few years later received her Master’s degree in secondary education and counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota’s Bride, the summer of 1998 and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers have intertwined with raising three children. Christine’s newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press. Christine is the founder, editor and co-owner with her husband. They live in Salem, Oregon.


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Christie L. Kraemer Bio

A traveler for most of her life, C. L. Kraemer has settled in the Northwest with her husband and two cats. When not creating a new world or entity, she likes riding next to her husband on their Harleys.


Genie Gabriel Bio

I’m an optimist whose rose-colored glasses have bent frames and cracked lenses. When life kicks me in the teeth, I find miracles and lessons I refused to learn an easier way. In fact, I live with a small herd of miracles in the furry forms of dogs, who are constantly trying to teach me to forgive, to play more, and to love without limits.

I write about people who find courage and integrity in the darkest times of their lives, who rescue stray dogs and kittens, who find a person they would willingly give their lives for, and who make their little corners of the world a better place.
People have remarked my stories “aren’t what they expected.” With rose-colored glasses firmly in place, I take that as a compliment.



Evolved Arthur Miller

Title: Evolved
Author Archer Miller
Genre: Science Fiction

Blurb: Humanity has spread to the far reaches of space with The Golden Door, a planetary colonization monopoly, selling off every desirable and not so desirable planet to desperate settlers.

Each new world comes with new challenges, and to meet that challenge the children are evolving.

When Pieter, and other gifted children like him, become the target of government research they must fight not only for their lives but the future of their kind.

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His gut roiled and something dark and cold escaped from inside him. Words that frightened him to say,

“I could kill you,” he hissed. What he considered doing was against everything he believed. To kill was to violate the fifth commandment and would damn him for all eternity.

“I don’t doubt you could. But if you do you will never leave this room alive and your entire family will be killed. Is that what you want?”

Pieter paused while their eyes locked. Something feral had been awakened in him. “Nyet.”

“Good. That’s settled. We’ve made arrangements to hold you in a secure place, and in a way, that will protect our people. You understand the necessity for this, Pieter?”


“Good. I’m glad we had this chance to talk. Someone will be along soon to move you to your new room.”

Review by Amber: I am giving this book 4.75 stars. It’s a wonderful plot and if you love science fiction this is a book you don’t want to miss. Plenty of space travel and new world and new peoples to learn about. The characters are developed so well that you get to feel like you are a part of the family they form, although you are an invisible one.

The family goes through so much that I would never want to tangle with them. Their gifts are ones that have been around for a while, but it was very interesting how they all work together. This book will make you laugh, cry, and hold your breath at the action parts.

The only part of the book that didn’t make much sense is the villain in the novel. The reader never finds out why he wants to kill the children, and he dies a little too quickly.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves science fiction, romance, and action.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Archer Miller emerged from the East Texas hill country and set his sights on finding the life of which few of his contemporaries dreamed. In 1974, he migrated to Boulder, Colorado to enroll at the Naropa Institute – now known as the Naropa University, a tiny Liberal Arts college founded by the renowned Tibetan Buddhist scholar and lineage holder, the Ven. Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche (1940-1987). Rinpoche was enormously influential in spreading the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism to the West.

Archer earned a degree in herbs and creative writing. He was a four-year Letterman on the Varsity Competitive Meditation Team.

After graduating in 1978, he took a year off to hike the Jack Kerouac literary trail. He became a top freelance gun-for-hire with dozens of ad agencies across the south and southwest. As a way to deal with the proliferation of Disco, he took up Zen Archery.


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Lovesick Gods

Title: Lovesick Gods
Author: Amanda Meuwissen
Genre: Paranormal Romance


The elements touch everyone on Earth—Fire, Water, even Light—but every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first hero—Zeus. But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant.

It’s been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the barest provocation, his life feels empty—he needs an outlet, any outlet to pull him out of his depression.

Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that day—including Danny’s mother.

Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their attraction into something more. At worst, he’ll get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam; at best, he’ll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his heart to spite him. Danny doesn’t expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly can’t predict the much darker threat on the horizon.
Review by Emily:
I’m giving this book five (5) stars because it was awesome. From the super in-depth development of the two main characters to the hiding of who the real villain was, I loved this story. The sex is *hot*–drool worthy, definitely—and the inner struggles Danny’s going through are absolutely perfect for a new hero with a not-quite-sterling past.

I really like the bad guy’s powers and how mysterious they are. It took him a while to slip up and leave anything for our heroes to find, and I was a little worried he was going to turn out to be too “god-Like” (pun definitely intended) for believability. But his confidence was his downfall, and I really enjoyed that.

If you like hot sex—smoking-hot—troubled characters, and great supporting roles, please read Lovesick Gods.

“What about you?” Danny asked, nudging his own empty glass forward.

“What? Trade secrets?”

“No, I mean…well, I’d certainly take any if you’re offering. But I meant…you know a lot about me. Most of what I know is from your case files.”

“My rap sheet and a rough childhood sum me up better than you might think,” Cho said as he refilled Danny’s wine to match his own. “And I don’t know everything about you. For example, do your parents know what you get up to at night?”

Danny schooled his features to keep from reacting too viscerally. Parents—plural.

The names of the power station victims had never been released to the public. Cho didn’t know Danny’s mother was among them. Danny didn’t want him to know. If he did, he might more easily guess at Danny’s intentions being here.

“I don’t hide that I’m Zeus from my family. But we’re not talking about me.”

“Are you asking how my day was, Danny?”

The inherent tease in the words would have almost been infuriating, but in some ways that’s exactly what Danny was angling for. Anything he could use against Cho would be an asset. Ways to better get under the man’s skin, cater to what he wanted, what he liked. All while still playing their familiar game.

“How about one thing?” Danny said. “Tell me one thing about Mickey Cho that I couldn’t read in a case file. Like…this apartment,” he turned outward on his stool, “your artwork,” he gestured at the photograph on the wall that had so intrigued him that first night, then raised his refilled wine glass before taking another sip, “why you have such good taste in wine.”

“Or whether or not I’ve seduced any other electric young men out of their pants?”

Danny smiled around the rim of his glass. “Whose pants came off first?”

“Yours,” Cho answered plainly.

About to protest, Danny recalled that the first time someone lost their pants it had indeed been him. “True…”

“How about something basic,” Cho said, pushing the plate of cookies Danny’s way and snagging one for himself. “Mickey? Is reserved for Lucy. Malcolm, I almost take as an insult. Never had much deference for my old man’s decisions where I’m concerned.”

“Okay,” Danny nodded—good to know. “So you prefer Cho? Or Ice Man?”

“Mal,” Cho said with a momentary drop in his guiled expression.

Mal. Of course, the way Cho had entered it into Danny’s phone. “Mal it is,” he said and snatched up a cookie.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Amanda Meuwissen has been writing and posting online for many years, including maintaining the website and blog for the software company Outsell. She is an avid writer and consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games, and is the author of the paranormal romance trilogy The Incubus Saga and young adult novel Life as a Teenage Vampire. Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their two cats.

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Black and White

Title: Black and White
Author: Ben Burgess Jr
Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Blurb: When the prestigious law firm of Wayne, Rothstein, and Lincoln catches two major cases—a rape case where a White NBA star allegedly raped a Black stripper, and a murder case where a Black rapper allegedly killed gay couple and two policemen—Bill O’Neil and Ben Turner are tasked to handle these racially charged litigations. The cases hit emotional chords with the two lawyers and force them to reckon with their interracial relationships and families. Will the racial tension of their cases destroy them or make them stronger?


We arrived at Becky’s parents’ house. Their butler, Bernard, greeted us at the door and escorted us to the dining room.

“Hey, Dad. Hey, Mom.”

Susan hugged Becky and gave me a light peck on the cheek.

Mr. Preston greeted us with a faux-grin, hugged Becky and grudgingly gave me a weak handshake.

“Glad to see you could make it, Ben,” he said nonchalantly.

“I’m glad I could make it. Mr. Preston, can I talk to you about something later?”

He looked at me skeptically. “Sure thing.”

Becky leaned over and asked me, “What do you have to talk to him about?”

“Nothing. Just man stuff.”

Becky smiled. “You’re up to something.”

I gave her a quick kiss.

We sat down at the table, and as usual, Becky tried to impress her parents by telling them about my accomplishments and successes, but they were unmoved. She told them about my new case and how important it would be for my career.

“Ben has been working so hard at his firm that he was given that case that’s all over the news.”

“What case is that, dear?” Susan asked.

“You know, the one with the rapper that killed the two cops and gay couple. He’s being considered for partnership.”

For once, Mrs. Preston looked impressed by the news. “That’s wonderful!”

Mr. Preston grunted and faced me. “Who else is up for consideration?”

“Bill, another lawyer who has also been winning a lot of cases for the firm,” I said.

“Let me guess: Bill is White.”

“Not that it matters, but yes.”

Mr. Preston sighed. “Of course, you wouldn’t think it matters. Are there any Black partners in your firm?”

“No, but—”

“I’m sure it doesn’t matter how hard Bill works; you’ll end up getting the position over him. That’s how things work nowadays.”

Becky squeezed my hand, attempting to keep me calm while he continued.

“You’ll get it automatically because you’re Black, and the White guy will probably never move up in your firm.” Richard snickered. “The media is always talking about White privilege, but the only privilege I see is with you people.”

I curled my bottom lip to hold my tongue from cursing him out.

He was part of the reason why I worked so hard. He fueled my endless motivation. Every day I busted my ass to show people like him that Black people weren’t just thugs, criminals and drug addicts. I wanted to prove to him and small-minded individuals that my people were sophisticated, intelligent and just as good as his were. Even though I knew he believed his race was superior, I wanted him to see there was no difference or gap between us. I was equally as capable and as smart as anyone in his race.

“You know what your minorities will never understand?” Mr. Preston asked me.

“What would that be, sir?”

“Steven—” Mrs. Preston said.

“No, society coddles minorities too much. He needs to hear this, Susan.” He faced me. “You people always want more and think things should be equal. When does it end? I’m not blind. I know that right now, White people hold the majority of power in this country, but why should we give it up? We built this country—”

“Off the backs of those minorities you’re talking about,” I said.

“Regardless of that, it was White men who built this country, and if minorities had it their way, they’d push White people out of power and make us the minority. While that’s good for you and your people, what about my race? Why would I want to see a shitty world like that?”

“It wouldn’t be a bad world. It would be how races should be treated in this world: equal.”

“Again, you’re still not grasping, how does that benefit me as a White person?”

“You wouldn’t feel good doing what’s right?”

“Please, don’t talk to me about morals,” he said. “You’re getting paid well to represent a murderer, and I’m sure as an attorney you’ve manipulated the law plenty of times to benefit your firm when you knew it wasn’t morally right. The same rules apply to me. I’m not worried about your race or any other minority. I’m concerned about my own benefit.”

He laughed and said, “Frankly, as a White man I don’t give a shit about minorities killing each other. It’s one less mouth on welfare mooching off of my tax dollars.”

Becky rested her hand on my thigh to calm me.

Before things got out of hand, I said, “Let’s just agree to disagree.”

“Ben, that’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night,” he said.

After listening to Mr. Preston talk for a good two hours about how he was so happy to see Obama leave and proud to have a strong, wealthy White man back in the White House again, he finally shut up and asked me to speak with him privately.

“Ben, while the women gossip, let’s go into my study so we can talk man to man.”

I nodded and followed him.

As soon as the door shut, Mr. Preston stopped smiling.

“Have a seat, Ben. We can drop the bullshit now; you know my daughter can’t hear us in here.”

I sat down. Mr. Preston leaned back in his black leather executive chair, lit a cigar and blew the smoke in my direction.

“Now, what do you want?” he asked, and took another long puff on his cigar.

“I won’t beat around the bush. I love Rebecca, and I wanted to ask you for your blessing when I ask her to marry me.”

He laughed at me. “Absolutely not. I’ve entertained this phase she’s going through and put up with your sham of a relationship for years because I love my daughter, but there’s no way in hell I’d allow you to ever marry her. No matter what you do, you’ll never be good enough for my daughter. ”

“Why is that? I’m no slouch. I’ve worked hard all my life, and I’ve always done well…”

“You people are all the same. You might be wrapped in a nicer package, but when it comes down to it, you’re no different from the other Blacks I’ve met.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He sighed. “I thought you were smarter than that. Do you need me to spell it out for you? OK, here goes: you’ve gone to prestigious schools, so you’re not a complete dummy. You have a decent job and you drive around in a nice car, but nothing will change the fact that you’re Black. It doesn’t matter how many fancy degrees you have or how much money you make; you can’t change that fact. I don’t want my daughter to just do ‘well.’ If she married you, it would be a downgrade.”

“Downgrade? I work just as hard if not harder than you.”

“But you’re still Black.”

“So?” I asked.

“I don’t want people in power to look at my daughter in pity when they know she’s married to you. If you were married, any children you had would be Black, and I don’t want your race ruining my gene pool. I’d rather my daughter be a lesbian than marry a nigger. That might sound harsh to you, but I’m being honest.”

With his last comment, I stood up and headed for the door. My hand on the doorknob, I turned to him and said, “With your blessing or without it, I love Becky, and nothing you say or do will stop me from asking her to marry me.”

“I’ll never let it happen.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

The tragedy of it all was that I’d been law-abiding all my life, received a high education, a great career and now I was rising to gain the American dream by being a Black partner in a White-dominated firm, but in the eyes of many ignorant people like Mr. Preston, I would never be more than a nigger.

Review by Amber:
I am giving this book 5 stars. It’s a wonderful get to meet 2 major couples, Ben and Becky and Billy with Ebony. Ben and Billy both work in the same firm and have to solve both their cases and the one that won would be considered for partner. Yet, they expect Ben to lose because they do not want an African American as a partner.

The book really does delve into how hard it is to have an interracial relationship as white people think that dating a black woman is because of the sex. A white man dating a black woman is seen is the women stealing all the good men and leaving the black women with nothing. Becky’s parents are portrayed as the typical white racists and Ben’s parents don’t think Becky is not worthy of him.

Both relationship go through so much and changes both couples for the better. Each one grows into their ‘color’ and nothing can pull them apart. I would recommend this book for everyone, it reads fast and it really is something all should read to open your mind against racism. Read and makes you really think about the relationships between African Americans and white individuals.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Ben Burgess Jr is the author of the award-winning novels “Monster,” “Wounded,” “Love and Happiness,” ” Daddy’s Girl,” and the new novel “Black and White.” He is an active performer of spoken word poetry. Ben Burgess Jr uses his love of writing to inspire and influence youths to strive for what they believe in and to never give up on their dreams. His novels “Monster” and “Wounded” are currently used in schools on the lower east side of Manhattan. Ben Burgess has a BA degree in Business Management and an MA degree in Educational Leadership. He is the proud father of his daughters Jaelynn and Jaclyn and he is active in trying to improve urban neighborhoods and communities.



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Sheik Defense

Title: Sheik Defense
Author: Ryshia Kennie
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Blurb: Tossed overboard, Ava Adams had been left for dead, drifting at sea. But security specialist Faisal Al-Nassar was determined to find her. He owed her father a great debt and had never forgotten the connection he and Ava had once shared. Yet after rescuing Ava he discovered she barely remembered him.

Amnesia had left Ava uncertain of who had tried to kill her. She did know, however, that Faisal was a man she could trust. The sheik’s embrace was familiar and enticing…and possibly even more dangerous. How could she succumb to feelings for her protector when what she didn’t know could get them both killed?

Ava Adams opened her eyes. Her head ached and something deep inside her hurt. That hurt was overshadowing the thumping that seemed to want to break her skull. Yet it wasn’t pain. Not a physical pain but something more emotional. Fear. Anger. She didn’t know what. Instead, she shivered. She was alone and she wasn’t on the yacht. Where was she?

The yacht was gone. She had no idea what had happened to either it or her father. It had disappeared while she’d slipped out of consciousness. She had no idea how long she’d been unconscious. Nothing held any relevance, not time nor space—nor anything that had happened. All of it was a frightening blur.

The breeze ran light, cool fingers across her damp skin and she shivered. She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, all she knew was that she was alone and there was no land in sight. Her head pounded and her vision was blurred. She couldn’t see clearly no matter how hard she tried. She was fighting to remain conscious so that she could make that promised call to get help. Her father was counting on her.

The thought made her prop herself up despite her shaking limbs. She tried not to look at the dark water. There was only a thin layer of rubber and canvas between her and it. She couldn’t think of it any more than she could contemplate the fate of her father. All she knew was that the yacht was gone and with it her father. She didn’t know when it had disappeared or if her father was on board or if he was even alive. She struggled to sit up and the world spun. She took a deep breath and passed out.

The next time she came to, she could see that the sun was higher in the sky. It was behind her and she guessed that she might be heading west. She had no idea what that might mean about where she would end up. Or if she would end up anywhere except maybe at the bottom of the ocean.

Fear threatened to overwhelm her even as her gut knotted along with her fists. Her head spun and she had to fight not to black out again. She needed to think and yet she was fighting not to lose consciousness again. She needed to get help not just for her but for her father. He needed her. He was alone.

That thought collided with another. Was her father alive? She’d heard the gunshot as the life raft had slipped away from the yacht, carried by the ocean current. There had been silence after that as she’d drifted farther away.

The gunshot had echoed long after the actual event. The haunting reminder was like an omen. She could die out here and her father could already be dead. Those scenarios were ones she couldn’t, wouldn’t consider. Not anymore. She refused to think of him as anything but alive—just as she was determined to reach land, one way or another.

She took a deep breath and again she fought to sit up. The life raft rocked, threatening what stability it had as water sloshed in the bottom. She wasn’t sure how it had taken on water unless it had been in those first moments as it had gone from the yacht to sea. The sea had been rough. It hadn’t calmed much since then. It was cloudy and the breeze was picking up, only a bit of sun peeked through the otherwise dreary sky.

She had nothing. She looked down. She was virtually naked. The skimpy sleeping outfit had been a bad choice. Fortunately, her father had thrown his jacket over her. Who would have known that a trip that had begun as a lark would end like this?

It wouldn’t end.

Determination shot through her chilled body. She had too much to do with her life. She had a new career that had yet to begin. Again, she repeated that promise to herself and to her father. They would live. He would live. They had to.

Something cold pressed against her hip. She slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and pulled out her father’s phone. She’d forgotten it was there.

Her heart stopped. She remembered that he’d handed it to her. It was a miracle that it had not dropped to the bottom of the dinghy, into the water that was gathering there.

She held it, the memory of her father handing it to her clear in her mind.

“Call Faisal.”

She knew, as did her father, that if anyone could help them, it was Faisal. He headed the powerhouse investigative company run by his family, Nassar Security. At least he was in charge. This book would be a great read for those snowy or Rainey day.
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The phone slipped in her damp hands

Review by Amber: I am giving this book 4 ½ stars. The plot is well developed with characters everyone can relate to. I loved the characters of Ava and Faisal. Their deep friendship that had first begun in college then abruptly cut off was important to both of them. Her safety and well-being meant everything to him. Ava feels the same way, as she makes a decision that was not bright but she thought she was protecting Faisal.

The Only thing that bothered me was the fact the bad guy gets taken care of t little too easy. Especially since he was shown to be a smart and clever personality.


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Author Bio and Links: The Canadian prairies are my home and while the prairie landscape is blessed with beautiful blue skies, it also has four seasons that come on full throttle – especially winter and because of that I like to travel. Often on those trips, stories are born.

In 2011 I won my city’s writing award, and was the first romance writer to do so since its inception. In 2013 my romantic suspense was a semi-finalist in the Kindle Book Awards. Published in historic romance and paranormal romance as well as romantic suspense, in February 2016, my first novel was published by Harlequin Intrigue.

There’s no lack of places to set a story as my imagination and the too long prairie winters may find me seeking adventure. The memories of those worlds both near and far, the words of a stranger, the furtive look one man gives another, often become the catalyst for a suspenseful story with a deadly villain and an intrepid hero and heroine who must battle for their right to love or even their right to live.

When not dreaming of other stories, I can be found scouting out a garage sale or two, dusting off my roller blades or just thinking about the next adventure that may be miles away or in my own backyard.

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The Unseducible Earl

Quick update from the author: this novel is romance, medical drama, and Victorian England all rolled into one!

Title: The Unseducible Earl
Author: Sheri Humphreys
Genre: Historical Romance

When an earl who’s given up on love and has settled on an engagement to a darling of society falls for a Crimean War nurse, he must either forsake his love or embroil them all in scandal.

For a moment, she froze in the doorway. The earl stood at the sideboard dishing up his breakfast. He couldn’t have had any more than a few hours sleep, but he looked as though he felt much more rested than she did.

The country gentleman’s garb he wore this morning suited him. With his mahogany hair combed and his jaw clean-shaven, he seemed younger. Was it possible his posture grew even straighter when she entered?

He greeted her and offered a plate. “You’ve plenty of time before you’ll need to leave for the train. I believe your trunk is being packed now?”

The way he spoke, he might have been assuring a guest he regarded fondly. She almost gave a rueful laugh, but accepted the china and turned to the sideboard, very aware of his tall frame beside her.

She forced her attention to the perfectly prepared selections of food. She wasn’t particularly hungry and took a small portion of egg. After adding a slice of fried bread and asking the footman for coffee, she settled at the table. “I saw Captain Merrick before coming down. There was no one packing when I left my room.”

His plate loaded with what appeared to be a bit of everything, Cheriton sat at the end of the table, in juxtaposition to her. He frowned. “You’ve seen Jamie this morning?”

“Yes, I have.” In unison they picked up their coffee and took long sips. Victoria held the warm bowl of the cup with her fingertips, enjoying the spreading warmth.

She’d probably never see Cheriton again, and she preferred to think of him as a devoted, if injudicious, brother. Failing that, remembering him as an attractive aristocrat would be acceptable. Unfortunately, his ardent defense of his brother had caused her to regard him as a man of determination and steadfastness.

She’d acceded to his demand that she leave, digested her outrage and sorrow, and then been left with an estimation of him that she didn’t understand or want. For some unexplained reason, and despite their discord yesterday, he affected her in ways other men did not.

He made all her senses heighten. Her heart and lungs worked harder, her skin heated, and her body yearned to draw close. He radiated confidence and strength and something intangible that unsettled her and made her aware of his masculine and her feminine differences. His face might be too intense for some, but she found it compelling.

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Sheri Humphreys used to be an Emergency Room nurse, but today applies bandages, splints, and slings to the characters of her Victorian romance novels. She loves to ignore yardwork and housework and read—usually a book every one to three days. Having conjured stories in her mind her entire life, she wondered if she were normal. Then she began putting stories to paper and became a two-time Golden Heart® finalist. She lives with a Jack Russell mix rescue, Lucy, in a small town on the central California coast.

A Hero to Hold received a prized Kirkus Star and was named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best Books of 2016.


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Too True to be Good

Title: Too True to be Good
Author: Mary E. Thompson
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Just a note from Emily Carrington: I *love* this excerpt! I can’t wait to read this book!

His life was good…

Zach Bennett was content to go to work, hang out with his family and friends, and entertain a woman once in a while. As his family found love all around him, he was content to stay single. Unattached. Happy.

Besides, he had enough to worry about with a new chef breathing down his neck for his job.

She faced the truth every day…

Gianna Brooks always wanted to work with people. She saw enough growing up to know kids need all the help they can get. They deserved to be safe. Loved. Happy.

Which is why she’s determined to get her new client into a forever home.

But the truth isn’t always good…

The last thing Zach needs is a little girl showing up on his doorstep claiming she’s his. Her social worker hot on her heels, and demanding a place to stay, definitely doesn’t make it any better. Especially with Gianna’s curvy body and bedroom eyes, and his daughter’s sad sweetness, making him consider keeping both of them.

Gianna knows she should run. Zach knows he should send them away. But neither of them can resist the pull toward the other.

“We baked cookies today. Want to try one?” Zach asked when Gianna came in the door.
“You made these?” she asked, holding one up.
He nodded, draping an arm around Summer’s shoulders. “We did. It was a lot of fun. Wasn’t it?”
Summer nodded, giggling.
Gianna’s eyes narrowed, zeroing in on Summer. “What’s so funny?”
Summer shook her head, but she was still grinning.
“I think she ate too many cookies,” Zach said with a straight face. “Sugar high.”
“How long ago did you make these?”
“A few hours ago. We wanted to make sure we saved some for you. Try it.”
Zach waited, wondering if Gianna would take the bait. She examined the cookie closely.
“Is that mint?”
Summer burst out laughing and clamped her hand over her mouth. Zach nodded. “We wanted to make something different. It’s mint cream and chocolate cookies. They’re pretty good. I think you’ll like it.”
Gianna shrugged, then popped the whole cookie in her mouth. She chewed, her eyebrows tugging together and her head tilting to the side. Then she rushed to the sink.
“Ack! What happened? Those are not very good. Aren’t you a chef?”
Summer was doubled over laughing. She looked up at Gianna and said, “Those were toothpaste cookies! We got you!”
Gianna’s eyes bugged out. She looked pissed. A slow smile turned her lips up, and Zach knew he was in trouble.
“Oh, payback is going to be so much fun!”

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Mary E. Thompson grew up loving to read, like a good little girl. Many nights she would fall asleep with the flashlight still turned on as she hid under the covers trying to finish the last few pages of a book. As an adult, the light from her ereader means she doesn’t need a flashlight, but she still stays up way too late to finish a book.

When Mary’s not reading, she’s playing with her two kids or living out her own real life romance novel with her hubby. She has a weakness for chocolate, especially when it’s paired with peanut butter, and has been known to have a bad day just because there’s no chocolate in the house. Unless there’s wine. Then everything is okay.

Mary grew up in Buffalo, New York and swears she’s the only local to never ski or snowboard. Soccer was always her sport, with a couple adventures white water rafting and skydiving to keep things interesting. Mary moved to South Carolina for college but missed Buffalo every day. Yeah, she thinks she’s crazy, too. She somehow convinced her South Carolina born and bred hubby to return to Buffalo to raise their kids and live out their lives. He’s still not sure what he was thinking.

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The Chaos Stories

Title: The Chaos Stories
Author: Charles O’Keefe
Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Sci-Fi

Blurb: Here you’ll find nine new short-stories, some which have been from my life, or things that could have happened. One is inspired from the many games of Dungeons and Dragons I’ve played over twenty years while another is from the Call of Cthulhu role-playing game. Some are even some from other authors, who kindly contributed to my collection.

As a treat for fans of my series, I have included six deleted chapters, two from each of the three Newfoundland Vampire novels, which have been all cleaned up and have been made better than ever for your reading pleasure.

I have also included not one, but two chapters from the upcoming fourth book in the Newfoundland Vampire series, War of the Fangs. I’ve filled this collection with tales that will make you laugh, or will scare you, and will hopefully make you think a little about the world around us and the people in it.

Review by Amber: I am giving this book 4 and a half stars. This book really does make you think and think hard about the world we are living in and our past. One of my favorite stories feature out current President, altho0ugh he goes by a different name, and how he may have been elected. Another of my favorites is the excepted story’s above about WWII and occultists. There were other stories that make you think of what the future may be and how it may not be what it seems.

The stories of the Newfoundland vampire are wonderful and now make me want to read the stories. You

Excerpt: “I’m not leaving you behind, no man gets left behind, GET MOVING!” Marlon screamed the last part at the top of his lungs and they bolted forward. It wasn’t easy with all the roots and holes in the ground. Larry fell once as did Marlon, painfully twisting his ankle so that now Larry had to help him but they moved on, spotting one mark on a tree and chalk on another. The mist had started to rise, it was at their ankles now.

“Mar I can’t feel my feet, it feels as if I’m running on blocks of ice. We need to get out!” Marlon looked about frantically, the trees were still thick, he couldn’t see the tall grass from where they had started this morning. Everything felt tight, his chest felt like it was going to explode, his heart felt like it would leap out through his throat at any second. The trees seem to be closing in on them, he felt like he was back in France, just waiting for the first bullet to split the air.

Marlon looked down for a second, legs are numb up to my knees but somehow, I’m moving, I don’t feel the pain in my ankle. “We’ll get out, you are the best woodsman I’ve ever seen. I know you can do it.” Larry nodded and Marlon was glad to see a small smile creep onto one side of his face, he pointed with his right arm to a mark, an arrow pointing to the east, the way they were going. You better be, he thought, I’ll be damned if I die in a forest by some mist, I made it out of the war, I’ll make it out of here!

Author Bio: get to see the characters and get a glimpse into what the series is about. Each one is detailed and draws you into the world he has created. The other authors short stories are also wonderful and blend in well with the other stories of the author. They are all along he same genre and draw you in. It made me want to check each other out and see how wonderful their stories.

Charles O’KCharles O’Keefe lives in the beautiful province of Newfoundland, Canada, with his wife and two felines ‘children,’ Jude and Eleanor. He is a part-owner of a beauty wholesale business. He enjoys many hobbies and activities that include reading, gaming, poker, Pilates, Dungeons and Dragons, and of course, fantasizing about vampires. Charles is the author of three books in the Newfoundland Vampire series, but this is his first collection of short-stories. Look for the fourth Newfoundland Vampire book sometime in the near future.

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Master Me Please BJ Wane

Title: Master Me, Please
Author: BJ Wane
Genre: Erotic Romance

Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When a vindictive woman tells Krista the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

“Why didn’t you stop?” Dax growled at the other man, each of them positioned at Krista’s sides and reaching to undo the cuffs.

“I didn’t hear her,” he snapped in defense, his posture as rigid and unapologetic as his icy tone. “She should’ve spoken up louder.”

Dax snapped his mouth shut and turned his attention to Krista’s shaken, perspiration damp body as she collapsed into his arms. Regardless of the less than favorable circumstances and his guilt, it felt damn good to feel the press of her soft, lush curves again. Lust joined his rage, the two volatile emotions a bad combination when they revolved around her. Wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders, he allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for now as he reached for the clothes the Dom handed out.

“My apologies.”

Nodding, Dax watched the man stalk off without a backward glance and gritted his teeth against the urge to snap at him again. His indifference to Krista’s struggles proved what an asinine Dom he was, but nothing else. He sure as hell didn’t intend to call him back to fulfill his duties and take care of his sub. That job just landed in his arms, and he wouldn’t turn away from it this time like he had after Kurt’s death. Temporarily, for good or bad, she’d just become his to see to, at least for now.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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